Matchmaker, Matchmaker

Chapter Four

Kakashi finally returned home in the middle of the night a few days before their first anniversary, throwing open the door and whispering, “Honey, I’m home.”, before dropping his gear and stumbling into the bathroom.

“Sweetheart, are you hurt?” Ibiki rumbled sleepily as he leaned against the bathroom doorframe and rubbed his eyes.

“Nothing too serious.” the copy-nin replied softly, swaying in place slightly as he sat cleaning a deep slash in his thigh, “‘m tired though.”

“Here, let me do that.” the interrogator urged as he relieved his husband of the washcloth he’d been using, carefully cleaning and disinfecting scores of shallow cuts before turning his attention to the more serious ones. “This one needs stitches.” he mused as he worked on a gash on the copy-nin’s shoulder blade, “It had to hurt like hell.”

“At least it didn’t chip the bone.” Kakashi decided, “No need to go visit the hag.”

“I don’t know . . . some of these look like they could be infected.” Ibiki said with a scowl, “You really should have a medic look at them.”

“You know as much healing as I need.” was the flat reply, “Please, don’t make me go to the hospital.”

“Alright . . . but I’m taking you off active duty starting now, you need to rebuild your chakra and gain some weight if nothing else.” the interrogator said as he examined the pale figure, “You’re nothing but skin and bones.”

“I had to forage for a while . . . not that easy in Snow Country.” Kakashi replied with a dry snort of laughter, “Although I’m sure it would have been amusing to see me try.”

“You, into the shower.” Ibiki urged, “I’ll go make you something light and then you can sleep.”

“But you promised.” the copy-nin mumbled, face dropping as he pretended to study the tile beneath his feet.

“Promised what?” the scarred man asked, moving forward and pulling him into his arms as he kissed sweat matted silver strands.

“To make love to me when I got home.” was the nearly inaudible reply.

“Sweetheart, there’s nothing I’d like more . . . but you’re exhausted. Eat, sleep and when you’ve recovered I promise . . .” he trailed off at the thunderous look on the copy-nin’s face.

“You promised.” Kakashi repeated stubbornly, “I’ve been thinking about it for three months . . .” he trailed off and his face fell, “unless you don’t want to anymore. I’m not very pretty at the moment . . . or did you find someone else?”

“Don’t ever think such things.” the interrogator replied fiercely, “I’ve missed you more than I ever imagined I could . . . I just don’t want to hurt you. I’ll do whatever you want, just get cleaned up and eat something for me first.”

The copy-nin smiled weakly and bent to adjust the shower temperature, flashing his husband a tempting view. Ibiki swallowed hard at the sight of his husband’s perfect ass and couldn’t resist reaching out and trailing a hand over the silky skin. “Are you going to be okay in the shower?” he asked with a leer, “I could help you out.”

“That would be wonderful.” Kakashi replied with a brilliant smile, “Need some help getting out of those clothes? We only have so much hot water.”

“Ha, ha.” the interrogator replied drily, “I’ll be right behind you, now get in there.”, he finished as he smacked the copy-nin on the ass before quickly stripping off his shirt and unfastening his pants. He looked up at find mismatched eyes watching him intently, sharingan spinning as Kakashi memorized the scene. “No using that eye.” he stated crossly, “You’re tired enough as it is. You’ll have to save it for another time.”

“You’ll strip for me?” the copy-nin asked mirthfully.

“If you want . . . although I have no idea why you’d want to memorize this body.” Ibiki said wryly as he gestured towards his scarred torso, “Now if I could memorize you . . .” he trailed off, leaning in to place a soft kiss on plump lips before dropping his pants and following his husband into the shower.

Kakashi smiled when a firm chest pressed into his back and he could feel his husband’s impressive erection nestled between his cheeks. “It’s good to be home.” he whispered sincerely, leaning back into Ibiki and shutting his eyes as the warm water ran down his front.

The copy-nin relaxed into his husband as strong arms wrapped around him, holding him close for a few moments before they reached for the shampoo. Ibiki smiled at the blissful sigh he received as he lathered matted strands, short nails scratching his scalp. “Now rinse.” the interrogator ordered, maneuvering the lanky man under the spray before he began gently scrubbing dirt and blood off the pale skin.

Once Kakashi was clean the interrogator dropped to his knees and nuzzled his abdomen before taking his cock deep in his throat, the copy-nin’s knees going weak as he was enveloped in wet heat. A talented tongue tickled the ridge as Ibiki began to hum, bringing a hand up to gently massage his sac.

The pale man let out a whimper when his husband began to bob his head and fell back against the cool tile with a groan, biting his lip to keep from thrusting into the welcoming mouth. Ibiki slowly worked a thick finger into the copy-nin’s tight pink pucker, growling in delight at the tight heat enveloping his digit. “Gods, you’re always as hot and tight as the first time I did this.” he rumbled lustfully, “You always feel so, so, good. I’m so glad you came home to me, I want to take care of you . . . may I take care of you, please.”

“Then help me.” Kakashi husked, “Love me . . . help me be human again.”

“Oh sweetheart, I always love you.” was the swift reply as the copy-nin found himself lifted and spun in place, back pressed into the cool tile as his mouth was plundered. He groaned into the kiss as Ibiki’s weeping length pressed against his entrance, gasping when his legs were lifted and spread, allowing the interrogator to slide even deeper into the pale man’s clenching heat.

“Ahhhhh ‘biki.” Kakashi yelped as the first hard thrust nailed his prostate. The cry of his name inflamed the scarred man and he sped up his thrusts, swallowing the copy-nin’s moans as he twisted and shuddered under the onslaught until he finally came with a shriek. Ibiki managed two more thrusts before following, biting down on a pale shoulder as his hips snapped out his release.

The pair slowly slid to the shower floor, arms wrapped tight around each other as their breathing slowed. As soon as he felt he could stand without falling Ibiki carefully lifted the copy-nin, quickly cleaning them off and stepping out of the spray just as the water began to run cold. He carefully toweled them both dry before scooping Kakashi into his arms and striding into the bedroom, tucking him gently in bed before heading into the kitchen.

A few minutes later he was back with some tea, miso soup and rice; simple, easy to eat food that would hopefully not overload the half starved man’s digestive system. “Here you go,” the interrogator said as he slid a tray in front of the drowsy copy-nin, “eat up and then we can get some sleep.”

Ibiki watched avidly as his husband managed to drink the tea and eat a few spoonfuls of soup and rice before falling back onto the pillows with a groan. “I’m sorry ‘biki, I don’t think I can manage anymore.”

“That’s alright . . . sleep a bit and you can have some more when you wake up.” the scarred man whispered as he picked up the tray and set it out of the way before sliding into bed and snuggling up to the copy-nin.

“You aren’t going to leave that there?” came a softly disapproving voice.

“No dear.” Ibiki grumbled as he got back out of bed and carried the tray into the kitchen, hurrying back to the bedroom and wrapping the lanky figure in his arms. “Happy?” he queried.

“Very.” was the soft reply as Kakashi nuzzled into the scarred chest and slipped into sleep.

The interrogator rose early the next morning, slipping out of bed and dressing quietly before making the signs to jutsu to his office, hoping to get anything urgent taken care of and be back in bed before Kakashi woke. He bellowed for his assistant the moment he appeared, telling him to sort the stack on his desk by priority while he went to talk to Tsunade.

He walked into the Hokage’s office without knocking, nodding to Shizune before addressing the startled woman behind the desk. “I’ve taken Kakashi off of active duty until further notice, he needs to gain some weight and replenish his chakra reserves.”, he stated shortly, turning on his heel to leave once his message was delivered.

“I’m afraid that won’t be possible.”, Tsunade drawled, idly playing with the pen in her hands, “I have missions that need his expertise.”

“If you want your missions to succeed you need to give him a break . . . besides, it’s not your decision, I am head of ANBU . . . even if I usually don’t interfere in your decisions.” Ibiki growled, fixing her with a cold stare, “He’s a danger to himself and his team like this and if it was anyone else you wouldn’t argue with my assessment.”

“Let’s just say I think you’re prejudiced in this particular case.” the Hokage replied flippantly, “I’m sure the council would agree.”

“As are you . . . at least I’m honest about it. I don’t want my husband to die because you don’t like him . . . I admit it.” Ibiki hissed, drawing himself up to his full height and looming over the seated woman threateningly.

“I can give him a week.” Tsunade said firmly, “After that I need him back on duty.”

“He needs at least a month . . . if not more, and I’ll do whatever I need to do to assure that he’ll get it.” was the firm reply as Ibiki headed to the door, “I’ll see you get his mission report.”

“Morino.” the Hokage barked, effectively stopping him in his tracks, “Two weeks . . .” she went on in a softer voice, “if I give him more than that it will definitely endanger the village.”

“Thank you Tsunade-sama.” the interrogator replied deferentially, “It is much appreciated.” He gave a brief nod to both women before heading back to his office.

“I’ve sorted your inbox for you boss.” his aide began the moment he arrived, “There are only a couple things that need to be taken care of today.” he paused for a moment before his curiosity won out, “Is Hatake-san back?”

“Yes.” Ibiki replied distractedly, “He’s still sleeping . . . and I want to be back before he wakes up, so the sooner you let me get back to work, the happier I’ll be.” His aide took the hint and didn’t reply, watching as the interrogator read and signed the necessary documents. “Okay, that should hold the vultures off.” the scarred man said when he’d cleared the pile marked ‘urgent’ and half of the ‘important’ stack, “Send a summon if it can’t wait, I’ll be in again tomorrow.” By the time his aide opened his mouth to reply, he was gone.

Kakashi woke around one, blinking up into his husband’s unreadable gaze. “Good afternoon ‘kashi.” he rumbled, “How are you feeling?”

“Tired.” the copy-nin replied as he yawned widely, “Why are you here?”

“I live here.” Ibiki replied drily, “Where else would I be sleeping?”

“I mean, why aren’t you at work?” the pale man elaborated.

“Ahhh . . . I’ve gone and come back, I took care of everything urgent and then came home and got back in bed with you.” the interrogator admitted, “I’ve missed you in my arms.”

“You’re sweet.” Kakashi whispered, “I’ve missed you too.” He shut his eyes and leaned back against the pillow, and the sight of him lying there so still and worn made Ibiki’s heart clench.

“You’re off duty for two weeks.” he finally whispered once he wrenched his brain away from all the unpleasant paths it was trying to travel, “I tried to make it longer, but Tsunade says she needs you.” he finished with a growl.

“That will be lovely.” the copy-nin murmured, “Maybe we could get away for a few days?”

“I already arranged it.” Ibiki replied with a smirk, “We leave Friday morning.”

“And where exactly are we going?” Kakashi wheedled.

“It’s a surprise.” the interrogator teased, “I know how you love surprises.”

“I’m shinobi . . . I tend to obliterate surprises.” the copy-nin muttered petulantly, “Come on, at least give me a hint so I know what to pack.”

“Civilian clothes.” Ibiki answered shortly, “Now, what do you want for breakfast?”

Friday was, coincidentally, their first wedding anniversary, and the copy-nin smiled as he plotted his own surprise for the weekend.

The interrogator studied his husband critically before slinging his bag over his shoulder. “You look delicious.” he murmured into the copy-nin’s ear before wrapping an arm around his waist and making the seals to jutsu them to their destination.

Kakashi smiled in delight when he found they were outside the same onsen where they had spent their wedding night. “You are such a romantic.” he teased, laughing at the blush that bloomed on the scarred man’s face.

“I just thought . . . I mean it seemed like a good idea . . .” Ibiki stammered, blushing brightly under the copy-nin’s scrutiny, “Do you want to go somewhere else?” he finally asked.

“Of course not . . . I think it’s perfect.” Kakashi purred, “Let’s go check in.”

Ibiki’s mouth went dry at the sight of the copy-nin lounging in the door frame of their room with a predatory look on his handsome face. “Sit.” the pale man directed as he maneuvered his husband onto the bed on the opposite side of the room.

“‘kashi, what’s going on?” he asked uneasily when the copy-nin merely kissed his forehead and strolled back to the other side of the room. Ibiki certainly enjoyed the view, the pale man looked absolutely edible in a loose white silk shirt and a pair of fitted black pants, just a black silk scarf wrapped around his face.

“Just stay there ‘biki.” he crooned, “I have a surprise for you.” The interrogator jumped when low sultry music started playing, and his heart sped up to match the beat when Kakashi’s hand moved to the top button of his shirt and he realized what was going to happen. He continued to stare, mesmerized, as the pale hand slowly traveled down and flicked open one button after another, allowing tantalizing glimpses of pale skin.

Kakashi turned his back to his husband and slipped the scarf free of his face, tossing it over his shoulder as he cast the seated man a sultry smile. Ibiki wondered if his pants might catch fire when the shirt finally slid free of pale shoulders, leaving him with a view of a pale, perfectly muscled back criss-crossed with black leather straps.

So distracted was he, that he didn’t notice the hand slowly unfastening black pants until they slid down toned legs and the interrogator’s blood pressure spiked. Ibiki’s mind desperately tried to process the image he swore was in front of him, the copy-nin, bent slightly at the waist, dressed in nothing but black silk stockings, a black leather garter belt, leather collar and wrist cuffs and those maddening straps.

“Like what you see I-bi-ki?” Kakashi sing-songed as he wiggled his ass enticingly. The interrogator was only able to reply with a guttural croak, eyes going wide when the copy-nin spun in place and advanced to writhe erotically inches from his face.

“You said you wanted to see me in a garter belt and stockings.” he continued to tease as he rotated his ass, “But you don’t seem to like your present.” he finished huskily.

Ibiki’s finely honed control snapped and he snagged the lanky man and pulled him into his lap, grinding up into plush cheeks as he devoured the copy-nin’s mouth. “You do know you drive me absolutely crazy, don’t you?” he mumbled when they broke for air.

“Then I guess you’ll have to punish me.” Kakashi replied huskily, stretching his arms out in front of himself, wrists together. “Would you like to cuff me?” he asked as he batted his eyelashes, watching in amusement as the usually stoic interrogator practically tore his own clothes off before settling back onto the bed.

“Actually, I think you need a good spanking.” Ibiki growled, yanking hard on the outstretched wrists to pull the lanky form over his lap, smoothing a hand over pert buttocks before raising his arm and delivering a stinging smack.

Ibiki could feel himself hardening even further at the sight of the reddened cheeks twisting and flexing as he delivered blow after blow . . . and if his moans and rock hard erection were any indication, the copy-nin obviously was enjoying it as well.

Finally Ibiki could take no more and he lifted the man in his lap and stretched him out face down on the bed, immediately diving in to nip and lick red cheeks, laving the sore area with soothing kisses. He impatiently spread the copy-nin wide, burying his face between muscular globes to lave his entrance, reveling in the fluttering pulses as he thrust his tongue deep inside, spurred on by the broken praise falling from plump pink lips.

“Mmmm . . . you taste good.” he growled as he flipped the lanky form easily, crawling up his body to capture his mouth in a dominating kiss. Ibiki pulled back to look at the man beneath him. The copy-nin looked thoroughly debauched, hair tousled, lips red and swollen, nipples hard, leaking erection bobbing in time with his heartbeat . . . wait a minute, the interrogator though in surprise, since when, “Sweetheart, when did you get your nipples pierced?” he growled, watching in fascination as the little silver hoops moved slightly with each breath.

“I did it this morning after my shower with a senbon . . . then healed them once I had the rings in. Do you like it?” the copy-nin asked breathlessly, “I wanted to surprise you.”

“Oh, I’m surprised all right.” Ibiki replied sincerely, “But didn’t it hurt?”

“I had an eye gouged out AND replaced in the field without anesthesia . . . I think I can handle a couple of piercings.” Kakashi replied cockily, “Do you like it?” he asked again.

“Very much.” the interrogator rumbled as he swept him into another breathless kiss, coaxing long legs to wrap around his waist. The copy-nin let out a breathless sound as Ibiki’s thick erection slowly pierced his ring until the head was encased in velvety heat. “Do you like this?” he asked as he nuzzled the cords standing out on the long neck, nipping lightly and watching in fascination as red bloomed on the pale skin.

“Yessss.” Kakashi hissed as he tried to move, growling in frustration when the interrogator kept him pinned in place, teasingly rotating the tip of his erection inside his tight passage but denying him any deeper penetration.

“Please, move.” he begged as he struggled, desperate for more stimulation.

“Not yet.” Ibiki replied in a deep husky voice, “I want to enjoy your outfit.” With that he pulled out completely, lifting the surprisingly light figure and positioning him bent over the small table, creamy cheeks, still bearing surprisingly erotic red hand prints from his earlier spanking, framed by the kinky leather garter belt. His eyes lingered on the strip of tender flesh visible at the top of Kakashi’s thighs. The contrast between pale flesh and the silky black stockings sending his blood pressure rocketing until he could see his pulse in the throbbing of his purpling member.

Thick fingers stroked silky flesh before roughly spreading the reddened cheeks, thrusting into the copy-nin’s tight entrance to the hilt in one swift stroke. “Ibiki, more.” Kakashi howled as his husband began a series of erratic hard thrusts to his prostate that had him writhing.

The scarred man grabbed a perked nipple between his fingers and began to play with the small ring, twisting and pulling it as he listened to the chorus of noises falling from soft lips. So absorbed was he, in fact, that he failed to notice just how close to orgasm the copy-nin was, and he was caught by surprise when every muscle in the long body went rigid as his seed shot out onto the table.

“Like that, do you?” Ibiki rumbled as he picked up the pace, slamming into the clenching passage as Kakashi jerked and writhed. He grasped the already hardening member firmly and began a corkscrew motion, sliding easily in the thick cum coating the rigid length.

“Oh gods.” the copy-nin moaned when a calloused thumb began playing with the slit, stretching and rubbing it before dragging blunt nails up the underside to scrape over the ridge. Kakashi came again with a strangled shout, and Ibiki felt the tightening coil inside him snap as he came harder than he ever had, roaring incoherently as he dove in and out of his husband’s hungry ass until he finally collapsed in a sweaty heap gasping for breath, pulling the pale figure backwards with him to lay panting on the ground, still buried balls deep inside.

“Happy Anniversary ‘biki.” the copy-nin finally panted out, flailing his arms a bit as he tried to sit up.

“Oh no, you’re not going anywhere.” Ibiki declared with a smile, “We still have to try out our wedding presents.”

Kakashi’s eyes went wide and a bright blush bloomed on his face. “All of them?” he gulped.

“Uh huh.” the interrogator replied with a predatory grin, “So we better hurry up and get started, we only have three days.”

The copy-nin smiled as he captured thin lips in a hungry kiss, “I guess we better get started then.” he agreed with a smile, dissolving into a fit of giggles when Ibiki tried to stand up on rubbery legs and collapsed back to the floor next to him.

“Well, maybe we can wait a few minutes.” Ibiki reluctantly suggested, “This isn’t half bad.” he decided with a nod as he rearranged their limp forms until he had Kakashi cradled in his arms, almost instantly dropping off to sleep as mismatched eyes watched in amusement before steadily growing heavier and slipping closed.