Matchmaker, Matchmaker

Chapter Three

Iruka looked up from his grading with a start when a cream colored envelope was dangled in his line of sight. “Maa, Iruka-sensei, I want to apologize.”

“What did you do Hatake-san?” the chuunin asked, tilting his head to peer up suspiciously at the masked man.

“I kept you away from the reception . . . I am sorry. I would have come to look for you but Ibiki was afraid to let me leave . . . he didn’t want to have to deal with everything on his own and he knew I’d use any excuse not to come back.” the copy-nin explained. “Anyway, thank you for your thoughtful gift.”

“It was my pleasure, I hope you two have many years of happiness.” Iruka replied with a smile.

“By the way Iruka-sensei . . . did you ever go see Midori-san?” Kakashi inquired, honestly curious as to whether or not his advice had been taken.

“Hatake-san . . . that’s very personal.” the chuunin replied with a bright blush, “But no, I haven’t. I just don’t feel comfortable with the idea of an arranged marriage.”

“Well, in that case, I have a proposition I’d like to talk to you about.” the copy-nin continued earnestly, “What time do you get off duty?”

“What kind of a proposition?” Iruka asked with a worried frown, “I’m not interested in having an affair Hatake-san.”

“Oh no, not that kind of proposition.” the copy-nin exclaimed, red blooming past the edge of his mask, “This is more of a favor. Just meet me for lunch and I’ll explain everything.” he entreated.

“I get off at two.” the chuunin replied shortly, “I’ll meet you at Ichiraku . . . and don’t be late.”

Iruka pushed through the curtain at Ichiraku at exactly five after two, pleasantly surprised to find Kakashi waiting at the counter for him. “Ah, Hatake-san, you must be serious.” he quipped with a smile, “You even managed to be on time.”

“Rumors of my lateness are often exaggerated Iruka-sensei.” the copy-nin replied seriously, “When it’s important I have no trouble being on time.” He waited for the chuunin to take a seat before continuing, “First I need to ask you why?”

“Why what?” the teacher replied, confused by the seeming change in topic.

“Why did you choose that particular gift?” The copy-nin thought back to the opening of their gifts. To his utter embarrassment at least half were sexual in nature, and he blushed brightly when he recalled how Ibiki had carefully gathered them up and sealed them into a scroll. ‘For our anniversary.’ he’d teased. The rest of the gifts were various household appliances. Only Iruka’s stood out. He’d been shocked when he opened the meticulously wrapped package to find two leather bound journals. “Did you know ‘biki paints?”

“Morino-san paints?” the chuunin grasped onto that fact, “I would never have guessed.”

“Nudes.” Kakashi supplied absently, failing to note how Iruka’s blush deepened at the thought. “Well then, why?”

“My parents were both jounin.” the teacher began hesitantly, uncomfortable under the copy-nin’s intense gaze, “They each had a journal like that . . . my mother said jounin can’t always bring themselves to say what they want to each other, so they would write it in the journal. If something happened to one of them the one left behind could read all the things the other could never say. . . my parents died at the same time though, so I burned their journals, they were too private to read.”

“That was incredibly thoughtful of you Iruka.” the copy-nin, “You’re the perfect choice.”

“Choice for what Hatake-san? I’m afraid I’m a bit confused.” the chuunin replied earnestly.

“Now that I’m married I worry about not making it back from a mission . . . and I’ve come up with a plan. That’s where you come in.” he copy-nin explained huskily.

Iruka frowned skeptically as Kakashi explained the details of the plan to him. “I’m sorry Hatake-san, but I wouldn’t feel comfortable . . .” he began before he was cut off.

“Now, Iruka, I think we can drop the formalities . . . call me Kakashi.” the pale man wheedled, “Please, just think about it . . . I know it’s a lot to ask, but it would soothe my mind . . . I’d be eternally grateful.”

“I really don’t think so Kakashi-san.” the chuunin replied slowly, “I’m flattered but . . .”

“Just Kakashi is fine . . . sleep on it tonight, really think about it, and give me your answer tomorrow, can you do that for me?” The jounin continued to press.

“Fine, I’ll be at the mission desk tomorrow after school, I’ll give you my answer then . . . but don’t expect it to be different.” Iruka finally agreed after a long pause, “Thank you for the ramen Kakashi-sempai, I’ll see you tomorrow.” With that the teacher gathered his things and headed back to the tower, ponytail bobbing energetically.

That went better than I imagined, Kakashi thought with satisfaction, he’s going to say yes . . . eventually. With a hidden smile the copy-nin rose and stretched, paying the bill before striding towards home with a cheery whistle.

“You’re in a good mood.” Ibiki remarked warily over dinner.

“Yup.” was the smug reply, “I finished delivering our thank you notes today.”

“You wrote thank you notes?” the interrogator asked in disbelief, “You actually wrote ‘Dear Genma and Raidou, Thank you so much for the super jumbo vibrating dildo, fur lined handcuffs and bucket o’ lube. They were just what we were hoping for.’ ” Ibiki chortled, “I can just see their faces.”

“Not exactly, but I did write a note for every gift we got. Sensei always said that manners and etiquette were especially important for shinobi, because we have no natural moral compass.” Kakashi replied seriously.

“Your sensei was a smart man.” Ibiki said gently, “Is he the reason you turned the council down, because you didn’t feel up to his legacy?”

“You can’t let that go, can you?” the copy-nin grumbled. “All right, you win . . . I know damn well I’m not the man Yondaime was. People gravitated to him . . . they’ve always run from me. Good quality for an assassin, not for a leader.”

“I still think you sell yourself short. People run from you because you want them to.” Ibiki insisted, “You push away anyone who tries to get to know you.”

“I didn’t push you away.” was the copy-nin’s short answer.

“Because . . .” the interrogator prompted.

“Gods, you’re like a bear with a sore tooth.” Kakashi groaned, “Fine, you want to know so badly . . . everyone I’ve ever been close to has died, my mother, my father, my sensei, my teammates. Why would I want to condemn someone else to that fate? If I were Hokage every ninja in this village would be my teammate . . . and every time one of them died another piece of me would die too. I’m too selfish to be Hokage, satisfied?” he spat angrily.

“What makes me any different?” Ibiki asked calmly.

“You’re very strong, and you don’t leave the village very often.” was the thoughtful answer, “You protect yourself. Besides, you’re worth taking a chance for.”

“I’m glad you think so sweetheart.” Ibiki rumbled as he gathered the lanky figure into his arms, “But you’re wrong about one thing, you’re not selfish, you’re selfless . . . you’ve given up so much to protect the people you care about. But you’re not alone anymore.” He laid a soft kiss on tousled silver locks before continuing, “I’m sorry I pushed you . . . are you mad at me?”

Kakashi merely shook his head wearily, “No, just a little tired . . . that last mission took more out of me than I thought.”

“I am a shitty husband.” Ibiki declared, “You should be resting, not running our errands or making me dinner.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” the copy-nin replied with a smile, “You do exactly what a husband’s supposed to do, go to the office, work hard all day and come home to a hot meal and a clean house . . . it’s the least I can do.”

Ibiki laughed heartily at the picture Kakashi painted, “Does that make you the dutiful little woman?”

“Hardly,” the silver-haired man replied drily, “For one thing I’d make the ugliest wife ever.”

“Now I know I’m a bad husband.” the interrogator rumbled, “Haven’t I told you how beautiful you are?”

“Stop it ‘biki.” the copy-nin stated crossly, “You don’t need to tease.”

“I’m serious sweetheart.” the large man stated, “It’s the first thing I thought when I saw your face . . .it’s what I think every time I see your face. Why do you think I kept asking you if you were sure about wanting to be with me? In fact,” he continued with a leer, “I’d say it was a crime to cover it . . . except I’d be too jealous of all the star struck fools flocking around you.”

“You’re very sweet.” the copy-nin said with a smile, “I’m glad I’m your wife.”

The seemingly innocent reply had Ibiki thinking the most wicked of thoughts. Pictures of his handsome husband, dressed only in women’s lingerie, danced teasingly through his brain. “Come on you.” he teased as he pulled the copy-nin toward their bedroom, “I think I need to show you just how gorgeous you are.” He bent and captured plump pink lips in a tender kiss, smiling when the wariness melted from a too observant grey eye.

“Not that I’m complaining,” the copy-nin remarked wryly upon finding himself naked and stretched out underneath an equally naked Ibiki in record time, “but what lit a fire under you?”

“I was thinking about what you’d look like in women’s under things.” Ibiki panted lustfully as he slowly worked a thick finger into Kakashi’s tight entrance.

“You want to see me in a bra and panties.” Kakashi said flatly.

“Actually, I was thinking stockings and garter belt.” Ibiki purred, eyes slipping shut and erection twitching at the thought.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” the copy-nin muttered as he was roughly filled, although he promptly forgot when Ibiki’s first thrust found his prostate, robbing him of his thoughts and his voice.

“Always so fucking hot and tight and perfect.” the scarred man groaned, “I can’t believe you don’t know how crazy you drive me without even trying.” He paused as though waiting for a reply, but all Kakashi was able to muster was a husky whimper of his name. “And that voice,” Ibiki went on as he continued his nearly frantic thrusts, “Like liquid sex . . . I could come just from hearing you say my name.”

“I-bi-ki,” the copy-nin whined, “so close.”

“Well, then I need to slow this down . . . I want to make it last.” the interrogator rumbled as he stilled his movements, pulling out until only the head remained and swirling the tip as he very gently began to stroke the copy-nin’s purpling length.

“No, don’t stop.” Kakashi wailed as he tried to thrust back on the hard length piercing him. “Please . . . I need you.”

“And I need you too sweetheart . . . I’m still here.” Ibiki soothed, “Just relax, let me take care of you.” He bent to capture tempting lips again as he slowly began to thrust, carefully avoiding the copy-nin’s prostate, gradually building the pace until they were both teetering on the brink.

“With me.” the interrogator gritted out as he felt his balls drawing up tight, speeding up the pace of his hips and hand until the copy-nin was keening his agreement. He grunted in surprise when the pale figure went rigid, the clenching of his muscles triggering Ibiki’s orgasm, his hot come flooding the tight passage, sending Kakashi into another release. “Love you.” he muttered into silver strands as he struggled to control his breathing.

The copy-nin’s eyes widened briefly in surprise at the comment before exhaustion overtook him and he drifted into sleep. The last thought to cross his mind before darkness fell was that now he really had to convince Iruka to cooperate with his plan.

The next afternoon found Kakashi waiting quietly in the mission room, nose buried in a book, glancing up occasionally to see if the man he was waiting for had arrived. The loud sound of someone being scolded made him lift his head with a hidden grin, Iruka was telling off one of the jounin for a sloppy mission report. “Honestly, my first years could do a better job.” he proclaimed loudly, “Do it over . . . and do it right this time.” he concluded as he thrust the sloppy pages back into the jounin’s hand, “Oh . . . and make sure I have it tomorrow.”

“Iruka-sensei,” the copy-nin said softly as he ghosted up behind the chuunin, “did you think about my proposition?”

“Oh, Kakashi-sempai.” Iruka squealed, “I didn’t hear you there.”

Too cute when startled, Kakashi thought, definitely the right choice. “I’m sorry if I startled you Iruka.” he said smoothly, “I’m just anxious to hear your answer.”

“Ano,” the chuunin started hesitantly, “I’m still not sure it’s a good idea . . . but I’m willing to give it a try.”

“Thank you so much.” the copy-nin gushed, “You have no idea what this means to me.”

“So . . . now what?” Iruka queried, “When do you want to do this?”

“Ibiki has a meeting with the Hokage tonight . . . I’ll meet you here at the end of your shift.” was the nearly inaudible reply.

“So soon?” the teacher whispered with a frown, “Fine, I get off at six . . . and don’t be late.”

“Six it will be.” Kakashi said with a smile, “And thank you again Iruka.” with that he turned and strolled out of the mission room, whistling as he went.

“What was that about ‘ruka?” Genma asked as soon as the copy-nin was out of sight.

“None of your business,” the teacher replied crossly, tired of the senbon sucker’s constant prying, “I’m just doing Kakashi-sempai a favor.”

“Oh, so it’s Kakashi now.” the honey-haired man smirked, “When did you two get so close . . . and does Ibiki know?”

“It’s not like that.” Iruka yelped, “Why is your mind always in the gutter? It’s just a favor for a fellow shinobi, don’t make it into something it’s not Genma . . . I’d prefer NOT to have Ibiki rip my head off if it’s all the same to you.” With that he pointedly turned back to his work, ignoring all of the other man’s attempts to engage him in conversation.

All too soon it was six o’clock and the men manning the desk gratefully gathered up their things as their replacements arrived. Iruka was unsurprised to see Kakashi waiting patiently by the door. “Oooh, look ‘ruka, your date’s here.” Genma whispered slyly as he nudged the chuunin in the ribs.

“Shut up Shiranui.” the teacher replied crossly as he headed over to where Kakashi was waiting, speaking to him briefly before they headed out.

“What kind of trouble are you causing now?” Raidou remarked as he wrapped his arms around his boyfriend’s waist. “Iruka seems really pissed with you.”

“I was teasing him about his date with Kakashi.” Genma replied mirthfully, “Ibiki’s in with Tsunade, and ‘ruka and Hatake just left together . . . and he wouldn’t tell me what they were going to do.”

“That’s because it’s none of your business.” Raidou said sharply as he smacked his lover, “Trust you to make a scandal where there is none. Do you really want Ibiki on Iruka’s case? If not then back off with your suggestions and innuendos . . . our illustrious head of T&I is NOT known for his sense of humor. For that matter, neither is Kakashi. Please back off before this blows up in your face.”

“I’m just curious.” Genma whined, “They were never friendly before. I need to know what’s going on, it’s driving me crazy.”

“Look,” Raidou said reasonably, “Try just asking Iruka . . . when you’re alone, I’m sure he’ll tell you if he can . . . if he can’t promise me you’ll drop it.”

“Alright.” Genma replied sullenly, “Let’s go home and you can help me forget.”

“My pleasure.” Raidou replied with a satisfied smile as they headed home.

“Do you think you have it?” Kakashi asked breathlessly.

“I think so,” Iruka replied, “why the rush?”

“I leave on a three month mission tomorrow . . . I wanted to take care of this first.” was the quiet reply. “We can work on it some more when I get back if you want.”

“That’s probably a good idea,” the chuunin replied thoughtfully. “Is your mission dangerous?”

“I’m planning on coming back, if that’s what you’re asking.” the copy-nin replied without really answering the question, “It’s just an A-rank.”

“Stay safe.” Iruka said as he turned worried eyes on the jounin, “I really hope this is all unnecessary.”

“Thank you for your well wishes Sensei, I’m sure I’ll be fine. I’ll see you when I get back.”

By the time Ibiki returned home from his meeting it was almost ten. He was surprised to find the copy-nin in the living room, carefully sharpening shuriken and kunai. “What are you doing sweetheart?”

“I have a mission tomorrow . . .didn’t Tsunade tell you?” the copy-nin replied distractedly.

“No, she didn’t mention it . . . how long will you be gone?” the interrogator asked warily.

“About three months, give or take . . . I’ll be back before our anniversary.” Kakashi replied softly, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before, I hoped it would be easier this way.”

“Is there something you’re not telling me?” Ibiki asked nervously, “Some reason why you failed to mention it?”

“No . . . I’ve just been trying not to think about it, I hate leaving you for so long.” was the sad reply, “Please don’t forget about me.”

“I could never forget you ‘kashi.” Ibiki replied forcefully, tipping the copy-nin’s head to meet his eyes, “Even if you were gone for twenty years, I’d be waiting for you. Please don’t worry about things like that.”

“But you went to the matchmaker because you were tired of being alone . . . and here I am leaving you alone, again.” the copy-nin stopped to consider his next words, “I’d understand if you wanted someone who could stay home and take care of you. I’m sure Midori-san has a client who’d be perfect for you . . .” he trailed off at the thunderous look on Ibiki’s face.

“Are you insane?” the scarred man growled, “I have no desire for anyone else . . . I was alone for over twenty years, I can certainly survive a few months on my own. What’s really going on in that pretty head of yours?”

“This is the first long mission I’ve been on since we got married . . . I guess I never really thought about it until it came up.” the copy-nin replied slowly, “Are you sure it’s okay?”

“Sweetheart, it’s your duty . . . I would never interfere with your obligation to the village.” the interrogator said fervently as he swept the lanky man into an embrace, “Although I have to admit I’m going to miss waking up with you in my arms.” He pondered the situation for a few minutes, rubbing comforting circles on Kakashi’s back, before continuing, “Why don’t we grab a bite and go to bed so I can give you a wonderful send off.”

The copy-nin smiled brightly at the thought, relieved that he wouldn’t be replaced while he was away. “That’s a fantastic idea.” he declared with a broad genuine smile as he hurried into the kitchen, rooting through the fridge in search of something easy.

“‘kashi, can you do something for me?” Ibiki whispered once dinner was done and they were comfortably curled up together in bed.

“Anything I can.” the copy-nin replied sincerely.

“Make love to me.” the scarred man rumbled, “I want to feel you inside me. Give me a memory to tide me over while you’re gone.”

“On one condition.” the pale man replied somberly.

“What would that be?” was the quizzical response.

“You have to do the same for me when I get back.” Kakashi husked, “Remind me that I’m human.”

“You didn’t even need to ask.” Ibiki replied with a sly grin, “Does that mean yes?”

“How could I ever say no to you.” the copy-nin replied as he captured thin lips in a tender kiss. He carefully prepared his skittish lover, maintaining eye contact and whispering endearments before slowly sliding inside.

Once the copy-nin was fully seated he stopped, reveling in the feeling of being buried inside his husband. Then he began a measured slide as calloused hands stroked Ibiki’s hard chest, pinching and rolling his nipples until the large man was whimpering and thrusting his hips.

“Faster ‘kashi . . . need you.” the large man panted as he rolled his hips.

“Now who’s in a rush?” Kakashi teased affectionately, “Relax ‘biki, this has to last us for a while . . . I want to make it memorable.”

“Always remember you.” the interrogator panted, “Please.”

“Indeed, I do want to please you.” the husky voice continued, “I want you begging me for more.” Kakashi punctuated the gentle teasing with a sharp thrust to Ibiki’s prostate, which had the large man arching up, moaning his husband’s name.

“That’s right, call my name.” the copy-nin muttered as he continued to stroke over the interrogator’s sweet spot with every stroke. “Let everyone know how well I love you.” He chuckled softly as he wrapped a strong hand around Ibiki’s impressive erection and gave a firm squeeze. “Like that?” he whispered, fascinated by the way the scarred body twisted in reaction.

“‘kashi, please,” the interrogator whined, “stop teasing me.”

“Your wish is my command.” was the tender reply as the pale man sped up the pace, snapping his hips sharply as he added a twist to the motion of his hand, thoroughly enjoying the keening wail it produced.

“Gods I’m going to miss you.” the copy-nin gritted out through clenched teeth as he continued to rock his hips, rubbing his thumb in circles over the head of Ibiki’s cock and smearing the sticky precum before lifting his hand to his mouth to taste.

The sight of Kakashi, eyes slipping shut in pleasure as he tasted, was more than the interrogator could take and he came hard, cock jumping between them as he covered their chests with his seed.

The copy-nin’s eyes snapped open at Ibiki’s strangled shriek of his name. He desperately tried to hold off his release, only to be undone when the large man opened his eyes and whispered “Love you.” Temporarily blind and deaf to the world around him as he jerked and shuddered, filling his husband’s passage to overflowing.

Kakashi dropped onto the broad chest, panting and shivering as he came down from his orgasm. He smiled as strong arms cradled him and a deep voice rumbled, “Thank you sweetheart.”

“That was just the beginning.” he quipped in response, “I don’t have to leave until morning.” smiling when Ibiki wiggled his hips and kissed him passionately.

The next morning Ibiki woke early to see the copy-nin leaning over him. “I’ve got to go, I’ll be back as soon as I can.” he said before kissing the interrogator breathless and jutsuing away.

“Stay safe sweetheart.” the scarred man mumbled, “Come back to me.”