Matchmaker, Matchmaker

A/N This was taking too long so I decided to break sections 2 & 3 into 4 chapters each so I can get them up quicker!!


As We Go On

Chapter One

It took almost six months for the paperwork to make its way from the matchmaker’s office through the various levels of bureaucracy to land on Tsunade’s desk. “Get Ibiki in here.” she demanded, an idea sparking at the sight of the marriage license.

“How may I serve you Hokage-sama?” the interrogator rumbled, slightly taken aback by the pointed look she was giving him.

“Ibiki . . . why didn’t you tell me you got married?” Tsunade asked drily.

“I did, I told you Kakashi was making arrangements with the matchmaker.” he replied.

“But . . . I never expected you to actually tie the knot that day.” she retorted, “It’s common to have an engagement period.”

“The point of this is?” Ibiki spat back.

“The point is your friends and coworkers didn’t have a chance to celebrate with you . . . but I have a plan to remedy that.” she replied triumphantly.

“Why do I not like the sound of this?” the interrogator grumbled, “And this brilliant plan would be?”

“You are being awfully rude to your Hokage.” Tsunade teased.

“Don’t fuck with me woman, just tell me what torture you have plotted and be done with it.” Ibiki roared, “I have no more patience for this little game.”

“Fine,” the blonde woman spat, “You and Hatake will host a wedding reception for yourselves at your house this weekend. I think Saturday would be good. I’ll make sure to spread the word.”

“But Lady Hokage . . .” Ibiki protested weakly.

“Save it Ibiki.” he retorted, “No excuses.”

“Kakashi’s gonna kill me.” he muttered, “What time?”

“Let’s say one . . . better make sure you have lots of booze, people will want to celebrate.” she finished with a smile.

Ibiki merely nodded and headed back to his office, trying desperately to think of a good way to break this news to his reclusive husband.

He was still at a loss by the end of the day, having considered and discarded half a dozen plans. I guess I’ll just have to spit it out, the interrogator decided, it’s not my fault after all . . . he won’t blame me, he finally decided with a firm nod as he slid his key into the lock. “‘kashi . . .” he called, trailing off into a strangled squeak as he took in the sight in front of him.

The copy-nin had his back to his husband and was completely naked, legs spread and bent at the waist. He peeked between his legs and winked at the tall man, “Hey handsome,” he teased, “like what you see?”

Ibiki managed a stammered “Wha . . .” before Kakashi cut him off with a grin.

“I decided you’ve stalled long enough . . . it’s time for page thirty-four.” he declared, “So hurry up and get out of those clothes so we can get started.”

This is not the time to bring up Tsunade’s party, the interrogator thought, he’ll be in a better mood after . . . as will I, he decided with a feral grin. “You asked for it sweetheart.” he rumbled as he began to discard his clothing.

“I’m all prepped and ready for you I-bi-ki.” the copy-nin sing-songed, “I’ve been waiting . . . and you know how I hate to wait.”

“So I guess you want this.” Ibiki grunted as he slammed into Kakashi, burying himself in one smooth stroke as he grasped alabaster hips in an iron grip.

“Perfect.” the copy-nin gasped, “Now, just don’t drop me.” he cautioned as he carefully lifted his legs and wrapped them around Ibiki’s waist, clamping them firmly as he bent over, mimicking his action from when he greeted his husband. This time, however, he continued to bend until his head was between the interrogator’s legs. He swiped over Ibiki’s balls with a wet tongue before sucking one into his mouth. Even as he sucked he slid a slick finger down his husband’s crack, carefully pressing through the tight muscle, causing the interrogator to let out a loud moan and carefully begin a series of short thrusts.

Kakashi smiled at the reaction and added a second finger, squeezing his internal muscles in time with the thrusts of his hand until Ibiki was shaking. When he added the third finger the stoic torture master began to beg, “Please, let me move . . . I need to fuck you now.”

“You are sweetheart.” the copy-nin soothed, “I want to see if I can make you come like this . . . just relax and enjoy.” He sucked Ibiki’s sac back into his mouth, massaging it with his tongue as he thrust and spread his fingers, being sure to stroke over his husband’s prostate with every thrust, twisting his hips as he worked his inner muscles until the stoic interrogator began to sound rather like a tea kettle, a continuous keening whine emerging from his strained throat.

Finally Ibiki could hold out no longer and he came with a roar, filling his husband’s ass to overflowing with his come. “Shit ‘kashi, that was incredible.” he panted.

The copy-nin uncurled himself and placed his hands on the ground, unclamping his legs and rising into a handstand as Ibiki dropped to his knees. He gracefully slid behind the panting figure and draped himself over the broad back, “I told you it would work.” he whispered huskily, eyes fluttering shut in pleasure as his hard cock slid easily over the lubricated skin of his husband’s ass. “Mmmm, you feel good I-bi-ki.” he mumbled as he continued to rock wantonly against the interrogator, moaning softly as he repeated the smooth slide, ending in a startled yelp when the flared head of his erection slipped through the still quivering ring of muscle.

Ibiki froze when the copy-nin’s engorged length pushed into him. The only times he’d bottomed had been during torture when he was still very young. Memories sent adrenaline racing through his system, every muscle tightening as he fought the urge to throw his ‘attacker’ off and kill him.

“Ibiki,” Kakashi asked warily, “are you okay . . . is this okay?” He remained perfectly still as he waited for a response. When none was forthcoming he whispered a heartfelt “Sorry.” The copy-nin shifted his hips, slowly pulling back in an attempt not to startle his obviously enraged husband.

“No,” the interrogator growled, “stay. I want to have this with you . . . I’ve been afraid for far too long.”

“Promise you’ll tell me if you want to stop?” Kakashi asked seriously. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I promise.” Ibiki replied, “Now move.” he ground out as he thrust his hips back, startling them both and dragging a ragged moan from the copy-nin as he slid further into the tight heat.

“Fuck.” he muttered when he was finally sheathed to the hilt, shivers rippling through his lean frame as velvety walls relentlessly clutched his rigid length. Kakashi fought for control as he struggled not to move, tenderly stroking his husband’s chest as he waited for the large man to adjust.

Finally the almost painful pressure eased and the copy-nin slowly pulled out until just the head remained inside Ibiki’s quivering ring. He carefully drizzled more lube over his exposed length, jerking when the cool liquid hit the heated flesh. He took a deep breath and slowly slid back in to the hilt, drawing a deep growl from the interrogator.

Kakashi could feel the tension vibrating through his husband’s frame. He’s still afraid . . . afraid of me, I can’t have that, he decided, we need to slow this down. He carefully pulled back, gently withdrawing completely before scooping the startled interrogator into his arms and striding into the bedroom.

I’d forgotten how strong he really is, Ibiki mused as he found himself swept into wiry arms and easily carried into their room before he was placed gently on the bed. He abandoned all thought when an insistent mouth descended on his, languidly taking control as calloused fingers pinched and rolled his nipples.

Burly legs were coaxed to wrap around a slender waist as the copy-nin carefully drizzled more lube over his aching length before positioning himself and slowly gliding into Ibiki’s hot body, moaning when he was enveloped to the hilt, “No such thing as too much lube.” he muttered before recapturing the interrogator’s mouth in a searing kiss.

When Ibiki began writhing beneath him he slowly pulled his hips back until just the head remained inside and waited. “God damn it ‘kashi, are you going to fuck me or not?” the stoic man grumbled, ending in a gasp when lean hips snapped forward, striking his prostate dead on.

“Let me enjoy this Ibiki.” the copy-nin husked, “I want to drive you crazy.” he began rolling his hips as he spoke, rubbing the interrogator’s sweet spot, making him squirm and pant. “Please . . . let me love you like you love me.” He grinned rakishly down at his husband as he continued to swirl his hips, bending to capture thin lips in a deep erotic kiss.

Ibiki thought about everything the copy-nin had done for him, the trust he had always shown, his loyalty, his acceptance of anything and everything the interrogator was and had been . . . the answer was easy. “Please love me ‘kashi.” he rumbled, “I want to be yours.”

“Oh, you’re mine all right, I-bi-ki . . .” his husband crooned as he thrust sharply forward, striking his prostate and causing the large man to cry out wantonly. “That’s right beloved, let me know how much you want me.” he continued to pant words of encouragement as he set a lazy pace, wanting to make the heady sensation last.

Eventually, however, he began to speed up, no longer able to maintain his composure after so much stimulation. “Gods you feel so good around me.” he growled as he reached between them and wrapped strong calloused fingers around the interrogator’s weeping length.

Ibiki tossed his head back and wailed when the copy-nin began to stroke his throbbing erection in time with his thrusts. He vaguely noted the absence of the pain he had anticipated, totally lost to the rising pleasure. Kakashi growled in arousal and nipped at a scarred ear and the interrogator let out a shriek as he came, spraying his seed across his chest, blind and deaf to anything but the overwhelming tide of sensation sweeping through him.

The pale man could hold out no longer, the convulsions of Ibiki’s hot passage sweeping him over the edge, efficiently milking him of his orgasm. He groaned at the sensation, swaying slightly before dropping heavily on his husband’s broad scarred chest. “Are you okay?” he panted as he forced his eye open to study the face inches from his own.

“I’m wonderful.” Ibiki replied honestly, “You’re wonderful.”

“Flattery will get you everywhere.” the copy-nin replied with a broad smile. “Welcome home dear . . . how was your day?”

“Better now.” the interrogator rumbled, “We should get cleaned up before we end up stuck together.” he continued wryly as he glanced at their fluid streaked forms.

“If you insist.” Kakashi groused as he carefully pulled out and rolled to the side, noticing the wince the larger man tried to hide when they separated. He gracefully stood and scooped Ibiki into his arms, ignoring his protests as they headed into the bathroom.

The interrogator continued to grumble half-heartedly as his husband adjusted the shower and stepped inside, carefully propping the larger man against the wall before soaping a cloth and beginning to scrub the scarred chest. “I had a meeting with Tsunade today.” Ibiki remarked as Kakashi knelt to scrub his legs, “She’s ordered us to have a wedding reception here on Saturday.”

The copy-nin’s eyes went wide and he looked up at his husband in shock. “What . . .here?” he squeaked, “People are coming here?”

“I’m afraid so.” Ibiki replied with a shrug, “She didn’t give me a choice . . . you know how she can be.” he glanced down at his too silent husband, shocked to see him even paler than usual. “‘kashi, is something wrong?”

“I have to get started, there’s barely enough time.” the pale man whispered as he stared into the distance. He quickly hopped out of the shower and toweled off, running out of the bathroom. Ibiki finished rinsing off and climbed out, drying off before heading into the bedroom. Once he finished dressing he headed towards the banging noises coming from the kitchen.

The interrogator was shocked to find Kakashi frantically sealing their possessions into scrolls. “What are you doing sweetheart?” he rumbled, afraid of what the answer might be.

“People will see our things.” the copy-nin muttered frantically, “We need to get them out of sight. . . we can put the scrolls in our bedroom and get the nin-ken to guard them.”

“Kakashi, why can’t people see our things?” Ibiki asked quietly.

“They’ll know I’m weak . . . it will make us vulnerable.” the copy-nin replied, never slowing his frantic operations.

“‘kashi, you’ll burn up all your chakra if you keep this up.” the interrogator soothed, “I’ll help you tomorrow, let’s just go to bed for now.”

“You haven’t had dinner yet.” Kakashi said softly as he looked up from the scroll he was sealing, “Sit down and I’ll heat something up for you.” He gracefully unfolded himself from the floor and pushed the interrogator into a chair before pulling some things out of the fridge and beginning to chop them while oil heated in the wok.

“‘kashi, you don’t have to cook for me.” Ibiki rumbled as he stretched his arms out and tried to snag the pale man as he reached for more ingredients. “I want to talk to you about this.”

“About what?” the copy-nin replied stubbornly as he threw the meat into the wok, furiously stirring it with his chopsticks for a minute before adding the vegetables.

“About what you were just doing.” the interrogator replied blandly, “Hiding all our things.”

“They’re going to see them.” Kakashi said tersely, “And it’s none of their business.” He stirred the wok’s contents vigorously as he added some spices before continuing, “They’ll use it against us, too many people want both of us dead.”

“Not here in the village sweetheart.” the interrogator said soothingly, “No one wants to harm us here. Tsunade wouldn’t have ordered it if it were dangerous.”

“She’s never liked me.” the copy-nin replied sulkily, “Not even when I was a child.”

“You were a child?” Ibiki asked, wide-eyed, prompting the copy-nin to smack him. “Seriously though ‘kashi . . . you don’t really think Tsunade would harm you?”

“I didn’t say that, but I wouldn’t put it past her to look the other way . . . she certainly won’t miss me when I’m gone, no matter how good a weapon I am.” Kakashi replied thoughtfully, “To be honest I’m surprised she didn’t warn you away from me.”

“I didn’t really give her a chance.” the interrogator replied honestly, “She didn’t find out until the day we got married . . . she said you were troubled, but she wished us well and gave me two weeks off. I don’t think she dislikes you ‘kashi, she’s just like everyone else, she doesn’t know you.”

“She doesn’t need to.” the copy-nin replied shortly, turning to slide a full plate in front of his husband, “The only person who needs to know me is you.”

“‘s good.” Ibiki mumbled as he dug into the food. “But seriously ‘kashi . . .’kashi?” he looked around, startled to find the copy-nin was nowhere to be seen. He turned in his chair to peer into the living room, unsurprised to see Kakashi diligently stripping the room of all personal possessions and sealing them into scrolls. Might as well just let him do it, he decided, this party’s gonna be hard enough for him. Decision made he returned to devouring his meal, stacking his dishes in the sink when he finished before heading into the living room to join his husband.

“Bed, now.” he rumbled as he looped a strong arm around the copy-nin’s waist, “You can finish this tomorrow. I can’t believe you still have energy, I guess I need to take you back to bed and wear you out.”

“How can I turn down an offer like that.” Kakashi replied with a leer as he allowed himself to be steered back into the bedroom and onto the bed. “Why are you wearing so many clothes?” he asked lazily as he looped his arms around the interrogator’s neck and pulled him down for a leisurely kiss.

“Habit.” Ibiki replied with a shrug as he began to strip off his uniform, “I’m used to hiding my scars.”

“And I’m just used to hiding.” Kakashi muttered under his breath, “What a pair we make.”

The interrogator slid into bed and pulled the copy-nin tight against his chest. “We’re fine just as we are. I’ll help you tomorrow with the sealing . . . okay?”

“Thanks ‘biki, I know I’m being silly . . . I appreciate you going along with it.”

“Anything for you sweetheart.” the stoic man husked, “Now get over here.” He pulled the pale man close and wrapped him in his arms, buying his face in ragged silver strands and breathing deeply. Kakashi resisted at first but gradually relaxed against the larger man, his breathing evening out as exhaustion overtook him and he slipped into sleep.

Ibiki watched his husband finally relax in sleep and he wondered idly if there was a way he could get Tsunade to change her mind. He doesn’t need this stress, was his last coherent thought before he joined Kakashi in sleep.