Matchmaker, Matchmaker

A/N this is for mizukiruhoh and all of Ibiki's other fans. . . my apologies for making him a bad guy in Warlord. This will be in three parts (beginning, continuing and ending). Hope you all enjoy it!!

In Which We Begin

I can’t believe I’m reduced to this, Hatake Kakashi sighed to himself, carefully checking his surroundings to make sure no one was watching before ducking through the doorway into Midori-san’s matchmaking establishment.

“May I help you?” the woman seated inside asked politely as he slipped hesitantly through the door, clearly uncomfortable with being there.

“I . . . wish to avail myself of your services.” the copy-nin said softly, “I have been alone for a long time . . . I’m not very good at socializing.” he admitted reluctantly. “I doubt you can help me actually,” he continued, “I might as well just go.”

Kakashi turned to leave but was stopped by a hand on his arm. “Why don’t you let me be the judge of that.” the woman said with a smile, “We specialize in difficult matches.”

“That would be me.” the copy-nin muttered under his breath, turning his best one-eyed smile on the woman. “Let’s get started.” he said less than enthusiastically, following her into her office and slouching in a chair.

“I’ll need you to fill out this form, then I’m going to ask you some questions.” the woman began with a smile, handing him a clipboard with a long form on it and a pen. “Would you like something to drink, coffee, tea?” she asked politely.

“Tea would be nice.” Kakashi muttered as he puzzled over the form. The first few questions were fairly straightforward, name, age, occupation . . . but after that the questions grew steadily more confusing. What does your ideal mate look like? was one of the first to throw him for a loop. Human, he finally wrote, hoping that his response was at least close. When was your last intimate relationship? He began to pull on his hair, hoping to dislodge an acceptable answer. He was not going to write never, even if it was the truth. A long time ago, he finally scrawled, wanting to put this questionnaire behind him, hopefully the interview would go better.

When he finally finished with the form he passed it back to the woman behind the desk, trying not to fidget as she checked over his answers. “You skipped this question . . . Sex, male or female?” she asked without lifting her eyes from the form.

That’s obvious, the copy-nin thought with a roll of his eyes. “Male, of course.” he drawled in a bored tone. All she had to do was look, he thought to himself, even with the mask on it shouldn’t be too difficult.

“Now Hatake-san,” the matchmaker looked up from the papers and smiled, “I just need to ask you a few questions so I can get a feel for what type of person would make a good match for you.”

“One who isn’t scared of me.” Kakashi mumbled, “Someone who understands what I do and accepts it. Someone who isn’t concerned about how I look or dress and who doesn’t expect me to change.” he looked up at the woman across from him in discouragement, “I guess my expectations are pretty unrealistic, huh.” he said with a sad smile, “I won’t take up any more of your time.”

He rose and was turning to leave when she caught his arm, “Don’t give up so quickly Hatake-san, I assure you I don’t. I actually have a couple of prospects in mind for you. Let me review their files and I’ll be in touch in a few days to set up a meeting for you.”

“A meeting?” the copy-nin gulped, “We have to meet?”

“Well,” the matchmaker replied with a chuckle, “it is kind of a prerequisite for a relationship. Just relax, I guarantee everything will work out.”

Kakashi nodded although he didn’t really believe her. In his experience getting close to people hadn’t worked out well at all . . . but he had made up his mind to give this a chance so he huffed to himself and headed home, mind wandering as he pictured his ‘mystery date’.

The next few days passed quickly, and the copy-nin’s anxiety about the whole incident faded when he didn’t hear from the matchmaker. It came back in spades, however, when a scroll arrived giving a time and location for the ‘meeting’ he had been dreading. He tried to calm down by reminding himself that the woman he was meeting had also resorted to a matchmaker, and that he had made his preferences clear.

He cast a final nervous glance in the mirror, snorting at his behavior when he was met with his familiar reflection. She knows what to expect, Kakashi reminded himself with a firm nod of his head, no point in stalling.

There might have been no point in it, but the copy-nin’s feet didn’t seem to know that fact as he meandered towards the meeting place at an even slower pace than his usual lazy amble. He ducked awkwardly into the teahouse, feeling suddenly clumsy in such unfamiliar surroundings. He looked around for his date, but the only person in sight was Morino Ibiki, the jounin in charge of interrogation.

“Morino-san.” he mumbled as he slouched against the wall to wait.

“Hatake.” Ibiki grumbled in reply as he shifted awkwardly in place and cast a demanding glance at the door. The matchmaker’s familiar face appeared in the doorway and both men perked up, peering over her shoulder hoping for a glimpse of their intended.

“Ah, Hatake-san and Morino-san, how nice to see both of you again.” she said with a broad smile, “Why don’t we all sit down and have a cup of tea?”

The two men nodded imperceptibly and followed her into a small room, gracefully seating themselves at the low table while the matchmaker poured the tea. “So, I take it you two know each other.” she began conversationally.

“We have worked together on several occasions.” Ibiki replied gruffly.

“Good, then no introductions are necessary. I know this may seem awkward, but I’ve found that the straightforward approach works best. After studying all the options it is my professional opinion that you two are the best possible match for each other.”

“Um,” the copy-nin began hesitantly, “no offense intended Morino-san, but I was expecting a woman.”

“I asked you which sex you preferred and your response was, and I quote, male of course.” the matchmaker replied seriously. “I need to tell you that your chances of finding what you want in a woman are very slim.” She turned and fixed the interrogation master with a steely glare, “And you, Morino-san told me you had no preference. I fail to see what the problem is here . . . at least go out a few times and see how it goes before you reject the idea completely.”

With that idea planted she stood and excused herself, leaving the prospective couple to stare at each other, wide-eyed, across the table. Oh hell, the copy-nin thought despairingly, this is the part I’m no good at. “So, Ibiki-san, what made you decide to visit the matchmaker?” he asked, blushing brightly under his mask.

“I’ve never been one for socializing,” Ibiki began slowly, “but I found I no longer wanted to be alone.”

“I feel the same way.” Kakashi said sincerely, “I’m afraid I have no idea what we’re supposed to do now though.”

“Well, what would you normally do in the afternoon?” Ibiki asked gravely.

“Go to the market and pick up something for dinner then head home, eat and watch a little television before bed. I usually sack out pretty early so I can get up early, visit the stone and train before my duties.” the copy-nin didn’t need to give much thought to his answer, his life pretty much followed a set pattern so it wasn’t hard to know what he’d do at any given time.

“Why don’t we go pick up some things and make dinner.” the interrogator suggested, “That’s what I usually do at this time of day as well.”

The pair stood and headed out the door, Ibiki holding it open for the slightly smaller copy-nin before they turned towards the market, walking much closer than would be expected.

“What should we have?” Ibiki asked drily as they eyed the wares on display.

“Well, I like eggplant and hate tempura . . . other than that I’m not terribly picky.” Kakashi offered, “How about you . . . anything you like or dislike?”

“I’m fond of umeboshi,” Ibiki said with a smile, “but I hate dango . . . actually I’m not fond of sweets in general.”

“Well then,” the copy-nin said, pursing his lips in thought, “why don’t we get a nice piece of fish and I can stir fry some rice and vegetables.”

“That sounds wonderful.” the interrogator said with a small grin, turning to select a piece of fish while Kakashi got the other ingredients.

“All set.” the copy-nin announced as he linked his arm through Ibiki’s. “Should we get a bottle of sake?”

“I don’t usually drink.” the scarred man stated solemnly, “But I think for this occasion I could make an exception.” I’d better, he thought, I need all the help I can get.

After a short stop for sake the pair was ready. “Your place or mine?” Kakashi asked with a tilt of his head.

“I don’t have much in the way of kitchen supplies.” Ibiki confessed as he rubbed the back of his head nervously.

“Then I guess it’s my place.” the copy-nin declared with a gulp as he frantically tried to remember if his apartment was clean and if he’d left anything potentially embarrassing lying about.

Ibiki smiled broadly at his companion, “That sounds nice.” he said encouragingly as they turned and silently headed toward’s Kakashi’s building. Behind them the occupants of the market breathed a collective sigh of relief. The head of torture and interrogation and the fierce ANBU assassin were scary enough on their own, together they were a cause for panic.

“Did you see the way Morino-san smiled at Hatake-san?” one shopkeeper muttered to his neighbor.

“Yeah, like he wanted to take a bite out of him.” was the shuddered reply as both sets of eyes followed the powerful couple. “I’m just glad that we didn’t get pulled into whatever is going on between them.”

The pair soon reached their destination, the copy-nin fumbling awkwardly in his pockets for the key. He finally wrapped his fingers around the elusive bit of metal and yanked it triumphantly from his pocket. “Got ya.” he exclaimed, blushing brightly when he realized the interrogation master was watching his every move with great interest.

Once inside Kakashi slipped out of his vest and shoes, telling Ibiki to make himself at home before bustling into the kitchen, efficiently starting the rice cooker and popping the fish into the oven. He finally took a deep breath when he started chopping the vegetables. Just relax, the copy-nin told himself, it’s only dinner. A dinner date, his traitorous mind reminded him, with Ibiki no less.

“Can I do something to help?” the interrogator’s deep voice broke into Kakashi’s scattered thoughts.

“Uh . . . the sake set is in that cupboard.” the copy-nin replied, indicating the location with a nod of his head, “Could you get it out and pour us some please.” And please, please hurry, his mind echoed, I’ve never, ever, felt this awkward before.

Thank god, something to do, Ibiki thought desperately as he fumbled through the cabinet for the sake set, gratefully uncorking the bottle and pouring two saucers. He handed one to the copy-nin before lifting his in a toast. “Kanpai” he declared before gulping down the contents.

“Kanpai.” Kakashi echoed, immediately holding his saucer out for a refill.

By the time they’d finished three saucers apiece the two men were starting to loosen up just a bit. Still, Ibiki was taken completely by surprise when they sat down and the copy-nin casually yanked down his mask and began to eat.

He’s beautiful, the interrogator thought, openly gaping at one of the hidden village’s most closely held secrets. He studied the newly revealed features carefully, wondering how soft the full pale pink lips really were, and how they would feel against his own. Stupid alcohol, Ibiki moaned to himself, blushing brightly when he realized the direction his thoughts were headed in.

Kakashi glanced up, intending to ask if the food was alright, but stopped dead at the hitherto unimaginable sight of the intimidating Morino Ibiki, master interrogator, blushing like a school girl as he gaped at the copy-nin’s uncovered face.

“You didn’t think I was going to eat with it on, did you?” he asked wryly, startling Ibiki from his contemplation and giving rise to a whole new round of blushes.

“I didn’t expect you to be so damn pretty.” the interrogator stated bluntly, reaching out a massive hand to gently stroke a pale cheek. “Why in gods name are you willing to give this a try with me . . . you could do so much better.”

“Underneath we’re a lot alike . . .” Kakashi said after some thought, “we’ve both lost people close to us, we’ve both suffered for this village and its people . . . and we’re both lonely. I think you’re a fine choice Ibiki. Not many people would be willing to go out with a cold blooded assassin, after all. I’m glad you were willing to give me a chance, I was afraid whoever the matchmaker found would run as soon as they saw me.”

“I don’t think anyone with eyes would run from you Kakashi.” the heavily scarred interrogator said gruffly, pulling the bandana off his head, revealing the extent of the damage. “I, on the other hand . . . even whores won’t look at me, no matter how well I pay them.”

“I don’t think much about how things look.” Kakashi studied the man before him carefully for a moment before running an elegant, long-fingered hand delicately over the scarred scalp. “To me your scars speak of your dedication to this village that we both serve. Loyalty is extremely important to me. I’m flattered that someone like you would bother to spend time with me.” He suddenly realized just how bold he was being, yanking his hand back as he blushed brightly.

“I’m sorry Morino-san, I didn’t mean to be so forward.” the copy-nin said, bowing his head to hide the embarrassed tint.

“You can touch me any time . . . and please call me Ibiki.” the interrogator rumbled as he fumbled with the sake bottle, pouring them another round to keep his hands busy.

“So Ibiki . . . what do you do for fun?” the copy-nin finally asked after several more saucers of sake, desperate to break the tense silence.

“Fun?” the interrogator puzzled, “Uh . . . you can’t tell anyone, you have to promise.”

“Now I’m intrigued . . . alright, I promise.” Kakashi said with a rakish grin, “Now ‘fess up.”

“I paint.” Ibiki said almost sullenly.

“Houses, pictures, what do you paint Ibiki?” the copy-nin wheedled, “Tell me or I’ll have to tickle it out of you.”

“I am not ticklish.” the interrogator said grimly, mouth set in a thin line, “Do your worst.”

Kakashi took this as a challenge and launched himself at Ibiki, toppling him out of his chair to sprawl on the floor. He gazed dazedly up at the lean form perched on his lap smirking wickedly down at him, jerking and twitching as long fingers danced teasingly up his sides. “Last chance I-bi-ki.” the copy-nin sing-songed before he pressed himself firmly against the larger man and began tickling his armpits.

Deep rolling laughter burst out of the usually stoic interrogator as he bucked wildly, trying to shake his tormentor off. Kakashi clung to the writhing form, blushing when Ibiki’s erection pressed insistently into his ass, making him harden.

Ibiki took the opportunity to flip their positions, smiling down at the startled copy-nin. “What’s the matter ‘kashi, didn’t think I’d fight back?” he quipped as he ground their erections together. “By the way,” he whispered as he dipped his head to lick a pale pink ear, “I paint nudes, wanna model for me?” He pulled back slightly and smirked at the shocked look on Kakashi’s face before pressing their lips together in a gentle kiss.

They’re even softer than they look, Ibiki thought, pulling back to lick his lips before pressing them back against Kakashi’s again. The copy-nin let out a soft “ahhhh”, and the interrogator took the opportunity to sweep his tongue into the smaller man’s mouth.

The ever stoic torture specialist let out a loud groan. This was so much more than he had ever dared hope for. Kakashi melted into his embrace, rubbing sensuously against the larger man as their tongues dueled. Ibiki’s alcohol muddled brain finally caught up with what they were doing and he gentled the kiss, afraid sake was the reason the copy-nin was so enthusiastic.

“What about you?” he rumbled when they finally broke apart, “What does the great sharingan Kakashi do to relax?”

“Kiss you?” the copy-nin questioned with a pout.

“Before that.” Ibiki chuckled, “Although I’m not complaining about your answer.”

“Sometimes when I’ve had a lot of tough missions I’ll run with the pack.” Kakashi answered thoughtfully, “There’s something about the freedom of it that calms me.”

Ibiki rubbed his hand over his eyes, picturing the copy-nin naked in the moonlight, loping gracefully along in the midst of his ninken. That will fuel my fantasies for some time to come, he groaned to himself, rolling off Kakashi and throwing his arm over his face while trying to will away his persistent erection.

“I’m sorry.” Kakashi whispered as he yanked his mask back up. “Thank you for giving me a chance Morino-san, I appreciate your patience with me.”

Ibiki looked over at the copy-nin, surprised to see him kneeling with his back facing the interrogator, head bowed and mask firmly in place. “Kakashi, what is it?” he asked gently, moving behind him and laying a large hand on his shoulder.

“I’m not good at this.” the copy-nin replied in a defeated voice, “I’m not good at much except killing, I guess. I just hoped . . .” he trailed off, ending with a shrug.

“Hoped what?” Ibiki asked softly as he tilted the copy-nin’s head to look into his mismatched eyes.

“Hoped you’d want to do this again. . . I liked kissing you.” he admitted reluctantly.

“And I liked kissing you.” Ibiki replied with a smile, “Very much . . . I was just afraid you were only responding because of the sake. I didn’t want you to feel like I’d tricked you into doing something you didn’t want to.” He cautiously reached up and eased off the copy-nin’s mask, “I like looking at you too, please don’t hide from me.”

“Only if you promise to kiss me again.” Kakashi said with a pout, melting what little resolve the interrogator had left.

Ibiki cupped a hand behind the copy-nin’s head, tangling in shaggy silver strands and pulling him forward into a tender kiss. When they broke apart Kakashi leaned in so their lips were touching. “Again.” he whispered huskily.

The interrogator pulled the lanky man into his lap, wrapping his arms around broad shoulders and slanting his mouth over tempting pink lips. Running his tongue along the seam of the copy-nin’s lips, he growled deep in his chest when they parted, allowing him to dip inside and sample the unique taste of Kakashi.

The copy-nin was in heaven. Kissing was so much nicer than he’d imagined it would be. It must be Ibiki, he thought, melting into the large man’s embrace, allowing him to dominate the kiss. He wrapped long legs around Ibiki’s waist, pressing their bodies flush and moaning when the interrogator’s insistent erection rubbed against his. He broke away to gasp “More.” before diving back in for another passionate kiss.

Ibiki thought he might burst. He desperately wanted to just throw the copy-nin to the floor and ravage him. But he also knew this beautiful, talented man wanted to actually have a relationship with him . . . he couldn’t risk losing that chance because he pushed too hard. He compromised, sliding his hands down the well defined back to cup his ass, squeezing lightly, almost coming in his pants at the broken groan it tore from Kakashi’s throat.

“Kakashi.” the interrogator said huskily, pulling away to lock eyes with the pale man, “We need to slow down . . . I don’t want to ruin this by going too fast.”

“Which means what?” the copy-nin asked warily.

“Which means I should go now.” Ibiki replied firmly, “Can I see you again tomorrow?”

“I’d like that.” Kakashi said shyly.

“How about lunch?” the interrogator asked, “I could take some time, we could have a picnic . . . you could bring your dogs if you like.”

“That would be nice.” the copy-nin said with a beatific smile, “I’d like you to meet them . . . so does this mean we’re officially dating?”

“I hope so.” Ibiki said with a smile, standing up and pulling the copy-nin into his arms, “I can’t wait to see you again.” He bent his head and captured those enchanting lips, loathe to see the evening end. “Where should I pick you up?” he gasped when the kiss broke.

“I’ll meet you at the tower.” Kakashi husked, “If you come here we may never leave.”

“I’ll see you at the tower then, tomorrow at noon.” the interrogator said as he stroked soft silver strands.

“I’ll be there.” the copy-nin replied huskily, “Now go, before I change my mind and keep you here.”

Ibiki leaned in and gave him one last chaste kiss, pulling back to whisper, “Sleep well my sweet.” before quickly forming hand signs and disappearing in a swirl of leaves.

He reappeared in his apartment, swiftly undressing and sliding into bed. He lay awake for a long time, eyes shut, slowly stroking himself as he replayed the evening in his mind. When he finally did sleep his dreams were haunted by a silver haired wraith who danced just out of reach. He woke with a start, rock hard and anxious for noon to arrive.

When Kakashi woke he stretched luxuriously before turning his mind to his current dilemma. He’d had an epiphany the night before. He’d always assumed that Icha Icha would substitute for actual experience should he ever find himself in a relationship . . . but now he found himself involved with another man and realized he had no idea of the mechanics of same sex relations. Well, there must be books on the subject, he decided, I’ll just pick one up and skim through it before lunch.

Course chosen he was soon standing outside his favorite bookstore, waiting for them to open for the day. “Good morning Hatake-san.” the bookseller greeted him, “I’m afraid you have the wrong day, the new Icha Icha won’t be out for another week.”

“Actually, I’m looking for something else.” Kakashi replied distractedly, browsing through the stacks looking for something pertinent. Ah ha, he thought when his eye caught sight of a small book entitled ‘The Joys of Anal Sex’ and another, larger, volume labeled ‘The Gay Kama Sutra’. These should do, he decided triumphantly, anxious to get back to his apartment and do some research.

The copy-nin leaned back from the table, eyes wide. Oh my, he thought, that looks like it could hurt. I want to try though, he decided with a bright blush, guess I need to add some supplies to my basket. He quickly ducked into the kitchen, adding the things he’d gathered, as well as the two books, just in case Ibiki wants to look at them, he temporized.

Ibiki shifted restlessly in his chair, rapidly working through the stacks of paperwork on his desk, determined to finish before lunch so he didn’t have to come back. As soon as he reached the bottom of the pile he summoned his aide, going over everything scheduled for that day. “What’s the rush boss?” he finally asked, never having seen the interrogator hurry through anything.

“I’ll be leaving at lunch . . . and I won’t be available until tomorrow. If anything needs approval it will have to go through you, or Tsunade if you don’t have clearance.” Ibiki said gruffly, signing yet another report and adding it to the stack.

“Is something wrong boss?” came the befuddled response, “You never leave early.”

“I have a date.” Ibiki growled, “I think that I can afford an afternoon off. Of course if you really need me you can send a summons . . . but the village better be under attack.”

“No problem.” his aide stuttered, “I’ll just get to it then.” he turned and practically fled the office, wondering what kind of woman would go out with the stoic torture master.

Kakashi strolled into the tower promptly at 11:59 and headed to the reception desk. Genma looked up from the centerfold he was contemplating, startled to see the copy-nin looming over him with a large basket on his arm. “Tell Morino-san I’m here.” he said blandly.

“Is he expecting you?” Genma teased, hoping to liven up his boring day.

“I hope so, we have a lunch date.” the copy-nin replied seriously, “I’d rather not be late . . . so if you could let him know I’m here.”

“Uh . . . sure.” Genma replied uncertainly. I must have misunderstood, he told himself, he meant they have an appointment . . . it can’t be a date date. He picked up the phone and called Ibiki’s office, telling the aide who answered to let his boss know Hatake-san had arrived for their date. “Make sure you call it that.” he snickered, “I can’t wait to see his face.”

The aide hung up the phone and stuck his head into Ibiki’s office. “Hatake’s here for you boss, he’s down at reception. Should I tell Genma to send him up?”

“No, I’ll be going now.” the interrogator said shortly, shoving the last of the papers into a pile and snagging a large basket from behind his desk. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” With that he was gone, leaving his aide to gape at his retreating back, dumbstruck at the realization that the head of torture and interrogation was apparently dating the deadly assassin sharingan Kakashi.

Genma watched intently as Ibiki came striding across the lobby to where the copy-nin was waiting. His senbon clattered unnoticed to the desk when the interrogator leaned in and whispered something in Kakashi’s ear before wrapping a massive arm around his shoulders and pulling him close. He continued his dazed stare as the copy-nin slipped his arm around Ibiki’s waist and they headed out the door, each man swinging a large picnic basket.

Oh my god, no one will believe this, the honey haired man thought as he retrieved his senbon, immediately heading for the mission desk, eager to spread his latest news. “Guys, you’ll never guess what I just saw.” he panted out as soon as he burst through the door.

“It must be juicy.” Anko declared, “Hurry up and spill, I’m bored to tears.”

“Our illustrious head of torture and interrogation is on a date.” Genma said slowly, “A romantic picnic lunch, no less.”

“Ibiki has a girlfriend?” Anko squealed.

“Not exactly,” Genma said, wanting to draw out the suspense, “it is someone you know though.”

“Just tell me already Genma.” Anko snarled, “I’m not in the mood for your teasing.”

“It’s none other than the ever mysterious Hatake Kakashi.” Genma replied smugly. “They just left.”

“Hatake’s gay?” Anko mused, “I never would have guessed that . . . though come to think of it, I’ve never seen him with a woman . . . or anyone for that matter.” She jumped up and grabbed Genma’s arm, pulling him toward the door. “Hurry up or we’ll lose them.” she urged.

“You have to be insane if you think I’m going to follow them . . . I don’t want either of them on my ass, much less both.” he replied with a shudder, “Morino’s scary enough but Hatake . . .he’s not even human.” he finished in a whisper.

“What About My Eternal Rival?” a loud voice boomed.

“Oh, hey Gai.” Anko greeted the newcomer, “He’s dating Ibiki. I wanted to follow them but Genma’s too chicken.” she sneered, followed by loud clucking sounds.

“I Can Not Believe My Eternal Rival Has Found Love Before I Have.” Gai exclaimed, “I Will Find Myself a Precious Person to Love by the End of the Week or I Will Walk Around the Village On My Hands Backward One Hundred Times.” he vowed with a twinkle and a thumbs up.

The couple strolled lazily through the village and up to the top of Hokage mountain, unaware of the speculation and knowing looks following in their wake. When they reached the summit Ibiki pulled a large blanket out of his basket and spread it out, deftly plucking the basket from the copy-nin’s arm and depositing both of them off to the side before stretching out and pulling Kakashi down to join him.

“That’s better.” the interrogator said softly as he slipped the pale man’s mask off, “I’ve been thinking about you all day. Did you sleep well?” he asked as he tenderly stroked the copy-nin’s cheek.

“Yes, very well.” Kakashi answered seriously as he leaned into the touch, eyes slipping shut in pleasure, “I dreamt about kissing you. . . I would have gone further, but I didn’t exactly know what happens next. I do now,” he went on to assure the dumbstruck interrogator, “I did some research this morning.” he finished proudly with a smile.

Oh my god, Ibiki thought in a daze, he’s never . . . the thought trailed off as he finally swallowed hard and managed to speak. “You’ve never been with a man before then?” he asked hesitantly, hardening at the thought.

“I’ve never been with anyone.” the copy-nin said slowly, “I was always too young . . . and by the time I wasn’t everyone was too scared of me. Are you very disappointed?”

“I’m the complete opposite of disappointed.” Ibiki rumbled as he leaned in and captured Kakashi’s lips in a passionate kiss, breaking away when they were both breathless to husk in his ear. “I can’t wait to show you all the wonderful ways we can give each other pleasure.”

“I brought supplies.” the copy-nin declared brightly, “Look in my basket.”

Ibiki pulled the basket over and peeked inside to find a large bottle of oil and the books Kakashi had bought that morning. “That was very . . . thorough of you, but I don’t want to rush things.”

The copy-nin pouted, “What if I don’t want to wait?”

“Do you trust me ‘kashi?” he asked in return.

“Of course, if I can’t trust you I can’t trust anyone in Konoha. I showed you my face, didn’t I . . . I haven’t shown it to anyone since I was a child.” the copy-nin said sincerely.

“Well, then trust me to know what’s best. I want to enjoy this with you, not just rush through to the finish. I don’t want you to miss out on anything . . . we have plenty of time.” Ibiki explained soothingly.

“I just . . . I don’t . . .” the copy-nin stumbled, not sure how to express what was bothering him, “This is important to me, I don’t want you to get frustrated and give up on me . . . and I don’t want to never get the chance, because I can’t imagine anyone else could ever want me . . . and I wouldn’t have the courage to try.” he looked up into guarded black eyes, desperate to get his message across, “I want this with you.” he finished awkwardly, looking surprisingly young and vulnerable.

“And I want it with you too.” Ibiki reassured him as he stroked shaggy locks, “More than I think I’ve ever wanted anything. I have every intention of holding on to you. If all I wanted was a quick fuck I would have hired a whore . . . I wanted someone to spend my life with . . . and I want that even more now that I have you.” The interrogator could no longer resist and captured those plump kissable lips with his own.

Ibiki awkwardly stripped off his coat and Kakashi’s vest, wanting to get even closer, never breaking their passionate lip lock. By the time they finally broke apart the copy-nin’s eyes were glazed and his shirt was hanging open. “Why’d you stop?” he whined, making the usually solemn Ibiki break out in a wide smile.

“We have plenty of time,” he rumbled, “I took the afternoon off. We should eat something . . . and you promised to introduce me to your pack.”

Kakashi smiled and bit his thumb, making some quick hand signs and slapping his palm to the ground. A large pack of dogs appeared in a cloud of smoke. “These are my ninken,” he began, “I’ve trained them since they were pups.”

“The big one’s Bull,” he pointed out, “and that’s Urushi. The one with the glasses is Tomodachi, and that’s Uuhei lying next to him. The three over there are Akai, Guruko and Akane. And this,” he finished, motioning to a small pug, “is Pakkun, he was my first summon.”

“What’s up boss?” Pakkun asked, tipping his head to the side and casting a puzzled look at Ibiki. “Are you in some kind of trouble?”

“No, it’s nothing like that.” he replied with a smile, “Ibiki and I decided to go on a picnic, and I thought you might like to join us.”

“Since when do you go on picnics boss?” the pug asked seriously, “Or take your mask off in front of people . . . maybe you’re not really who you say you are.” he exclaimed in horror, backing away from the grinning copy-nin.

“I couldn’t have summoned you otherwise, silly.” he said with a chuckle before becoming serious, “I’m ready to settle down Pakkun, I’m lonely . . . so I went to the matchmaker. Ibiki’s my intended, that’s why I showed him my face. I wanted you guys to get used to him since he’ll be around from now on.”

“Seriously boss?” Pakkun asked with a tilt of his head, studying the interrogation master intently.

“Yes Pakkun, I think I finally found someone who won’t leave me . . . I feel . . . safe with Ibiki.”

The pug turned a baleful eye on the feared head of torture and interrogation. “You, Morino, you’d better be good to the boss or . . .” he trailed off into a menacing growl which was echoed by the rest of the pack.

“How dare you threaten him.” the copy-nin hissed, drawing himself up to his full height and glaring menacingly down at the pack. “Ibiki, I’m so sorry for their behavior, maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.” he started to make the signs to dismiss the dogs but the interrogator grabbed his hands.

“Wait a minute ‘kashi, it’s okay.” he said softly before squatting down to the dogs’ level and addressing them directly. “I’m glad you’re so protective of your master. Believe me, the last thing I want to do is hurt him. I want to make a life with him . . . so I hope in time we can be friends.”

“Do you have any summons?” Pakkun asked suspiciously.

“A hawk.” Ibiki said briefly, “She doesn’t hang around though, she isn’t very social.”

“So, what’s for lunch?” the pug asked as he lifted the lids and began rooting through the baskets. “Umeboshi, yuck.” he said with disdain as he pushed the jar to the side.

“Those are for Ibiki, they’re his favorite.” the copy-nin replied primly.

“You remembered.” the interrogator said in surprise.

“Of course . . . I want to make you happy.” Kakashi replied with a heartfelt smile.

“I haven’t been this happy since I was a boy.” Ibiki said sincerely, “This is already far more than I ever dared hope for. I’m overjoyed that you’re able to see past how I look and what I do, to who I really am.”

“Why wouldn’t I . . . you’re doing the same thing for me.” the copy-nin replied simply, “Maybe that’s why Midori-san matched us up.”

“Whatever her reasons I’m very glad she did.” Ibiki said with a broad smile, “For the first time in a very long while I’m enjoying life again. I had forgotten how good it feels to have something to look forward to.”

“Boss.” Pakkun’s voice cut into their conversation, “There’s no meat in this basket.”

“No there isn’t Pakkun. I wasn’t packing for you.” the copy-nin replied tersely.

“Check the other basket Pakkun.” Ibiki suggested, “I packed some steaks for you guys. I hope you don’t mind them raw.”

“Raw is great, I love raw. Thanks . . . Hey boss, I guess it’s okay if you keep him.”

“Thank you Pakkun, I appreciate that.” the interrogator said seriously, “You’re the closest thing Kakashi has to family . . . I wouldn’t want to cause problems between you.”

“I’d pick you.” the copy-nin said quietly, “You’re the first person I’ve shown my face to since my father . . .” he trailed off for a moment before continuing, “since I was seven, and the first person to kiss me since my mother died when I was four. I’m barely human anymore.” he stopped and took a deep shaky breath, “I need this, you don’t judge me and you don’t expect me to save the day . . . you just let me be me. . . whoever that is.” he mumbled, unsure if he’d said too much. Since they’d arrived he’d let slip not only his inexperience in the ways of love . . . but also his isolation. I am shinobi, he reminded himself, I do not need attachment. He hung his head, pressing his hands to his temples as if to massage the offending thoughts away.

“Wanting someone to come home to isn’t weak ‘kashi . . . and it doesn’t make you a bad shinobi.” Ibiki said slowly, seeing the wheels turning in the other man’s mind, “Think about it, all the Hokages were married, most of the older jounin and chuunin are too. We wouldn’t have a village if it wasn’t for the need to love and be loved.” he said softly as he slowly rubbed a massive hand up and down the copy-nin’s back, moving until he was sitting behind the slumped figure, legs spread wide to surround Kakashi’s as he encircled him with strong arms and pulled him back into the interrogator’s chest.

“I want to love you Kakashi.” the scarred man whispered huskily, “Will you let me?” The copy-nin turned in Ibiki’s arms, pushing up his hitai-ate and pinning the interrogator with his demanding gaze, spinning sharingan giving him a fierce, feral quality that reminded him of the hawks he summoned. Barely civilized, just on the verge of flight . . . that described Kakashi well.

Those scrutinizing eyes seemed to come to a decision, becoming softer, even hesitant, as the copy-nin nodded. His eyes slipped shut as he breathed “Yes.” before burying his face on the interrogator’s broad shoulder and hugging him tightly, “Please yes.”

Ibiki smiled tenderly as he pressed a kiss to tousled silver locks, still gently petting the copy-nin. “Thank you.” he whispered before snagging Kakashi’s basket and tugging it over. “Now, let’s see what’s in here besides pickles, porn and lube.” he said with a leer, making the copy-nin blush bright red.

“You don’t have to put it that way.” he said sulkily, “I didn’t think of it that way.” he tried, ears burning brightly, “Oh, just stop looking at me.” he finally wailed as he smacked at the arms holding him in place.

“Alright, alright . . . pickles, research material and enough lubrication for the entire village.” Ibiki whooped.

“I didn’t want to run out, you can’t tell me that this” he whipped out one of the books and opened it to a marked page, “would be doable without lots of lube.”

“I’m not sure that’s doable at all.” Ibiki said, desperately trying to think of something horrible enough to quell his rising arousal before he blew in his pants. He finally sighed in relief when he deflated quickly at the thought of Gai naked . . . and hairy . . . with orange leg warmers. Yep, that oughta do it, he thought with satisfaction.

“I’m really flexible . . . and I’d like to try.” the copy-nin piped up, derailing Ibiki’s thoughts and sending his arousal spiraling once again.

“You are going to be the death of me.” the large man groaned, shifting to try and adjust his swelling length.

“Let me help you with that.” Kakashi said with a smirk as he reached out and palmed the impressive bulge in the interrogator’s pants. “You’re huge.” he exclaimed wide-eyed as Ibiki clenched his fists and summoned all his control not to just tear off the copy-nin’s clothes and take him then and there. Instead he fisted his hand in silver strands and yanked the pale man’s mouth to his, aggressively devouring the sweetness that was his intended’s mouth.

In a flash the copy-nin found himself stretched out under Ibiki as hard hands roughly caressed his chest, pinching and rolling sensitive nipples. Kakashi let out a loud groan when tormenting fingers were replaced by a hot, wet mouth, leaving them free to explore defined abs. He stilled for a moment when inquisitive fingers undid his pants, dipping inside to stroke sensitive skin, sending shivers through his frame.

Ibiki pulled back, slowly peeling off the copy-nin’s pants and boxers. When he slid them free he gazed worshipfully at all the pale flesh revealed to him. He bent to nuzzle a tender thigh before laving a wet path across his balls and up the underside of his straining member.

Kakashi let out a keening wail when the interrogator’s lips closed around the head of his cock. “Oh fuck, so good.” he moaned as Ibiki’s hot mouth and talented tongue slid down his length, twisting and twirling before sucking hard and retreating, only to retrace its steps. “Don’t stop.” he cried when his weeping length was released.

Ibiki chuckled as he lifted and spread the copy-nin’s legs, swiping a wet path down his ass and across his virginal entrance. Kakashi was almost in tears, what the interrogator was doing was so hot, and so dirty at the same time. He didn’t know if he wanted more or less, all he could do was thrash under the stimulation until the tip of that wicked tongue slipped inside, ripping a jagged scream from the pale man’s throat as he came hard.

The copy-nin opened his eyes on the unbelievably erotic sight of the stoic torture master avidly licking come off his stomach and instantly hardened. “Gods ‘biki,” he finally managed before his mouth was devoured. “My turn.” he whispered before flipping them over, his hands scrabbling with pants he was too impatient to remove completely, bending as soon as they were out of the way to taste the precum gathered at the tip of the imposing length.

“You taste good.” he remarked idly before tentatively taking the tip in his mouth, licking and nipping at the head enthusiastically before slowly sliding further down, fighting to suppress his gag reflex. He made it about halfway before he was forced to retreat, teeth scraping lightly over the ridge before he sucked hard on the head, repeating his slow slide.

Ibiki was frozen in shock at the heart stopping sight of the copy-nin with his mouth stuffed full of the interrogator’s cock. “Oh kami.” he moaned, “You look so hot like that with your mouth on me . . .” he trailed off to a guttural moan when Kakashi began to hum around his mouthful. Ibiki jerked like he’d been hit by lightning, his new lover was sending his chakra out in tingling waves as he hummed, and he was hard pressed to hold back his orgasm. “Kakashi, stop I’m going to . . .”

The copy-nin smirked as he increased the amount of chakra he was sending out. That ought to do the trick, he thought smugly, but he was still surprised when Ibiki let out a tremendous roar of his name, filling his mouth with come faster than he could swallow. He pulled back, only to be hit in the face with another burst of hot seed.

“Oh god, I’m sorry.” Ibiki moaned, “But that is so fucking hot, my come all over your beautiful face.” He swooped in and captured the copy-nin’s mouth, eagerly tasting himself mingled with Kakashi’s own sweetness.

“Let’s get you covered up, hmm.” he crooned to the dozy copy-nin as he helped him back into his pants after adjusting his own, pulling the pale man’s shirt on but not bothering with the buttons. “Do you want to eat?”

“No, sleep now.” Kakashi said faintly, moving to curl up on the blanket.

“Not here sweetheart.” Ibiki said, bundling the blanket into one of the baskets and grabbing them both in one hand as he wrapped the other arm around the sleepy copy-nin. “If you want to jutsu there you need to make the signs, my hands are full.” he said with a chuckle.

“Walking’s okay.” the pale man said with a yawn, “Maybe I’ll wake up.”

“We’ll go to my place, it’s closer.” Ibiki said with a decisive nod as they started down the path. “Wait, your mask.” he remembered, pulling it up hastily before continuing.

The closer they got to town, the more people noticed the rather rumpled looking interrogator dragging a debauched appearing copy-nin, the usually stoic Ibiki smiling widely. Since the favorite village pastime was gossip it didn’t take long before the news reached the tower.

“Lady Tsunade is it true?” the ANBU who dashed into the mission office cried.

“Is what true?” she asked in a bored tone as she continued to polish her nails.

“Morino Ibiki arrested sharingan Kakashi. He was seen dragging him through town . . . and I heard Morino-san was smiling.” his voice dropped to an awed whisper at the end.

“What?” Tsunade roared, “Get Morino on the phone.” she demanded.

“Morino Ibiki’s office.” his aide answered, “How can I help you?”

“I wish to speak with Ibiki immediately.” the Hokage growled.

“I’m sorry, he left early today.” the aide stammered, “He had a . . . date,” he gulped before continuing, “with Hatake Kakashi. I can send a summon, but he said it better be urgent.”

“A date.” Tsunade howled, “The two of them went on a date. This is a joke, right?”

“No ma’am.” the aide answered quickly, “They both seemed quite serious about it.”

“Fine, I’ll talk to him in the morning.” Tsunade gasped through her peals of laughter. After she hung up the phone she turned back to the worried ANBU saying simply, “Whatever you saw is apparently Ibiki’s idea of courtship . . . I have been told that they are on a date.”

“I saw them leaving the tower arm in arm.” Genma added with a shudder, “And Hatake told me himself they had a lunch date.”

Ibiki reached his apartment and opened the door, ushering the copy-nin inside. “Your door’s unlocked.” Kakashi remarked, bemused.

“No one is going to steal from me . . . and there’s nothing here of any value.” the interrogator replied shortly as he dropped the baskets in the kitchen before moving into the bedroom. “Do you still want to sleep?” he asked.

“Maybe just a nap.” the copy-nin replied with a yawn, “I’m really wiped out.”

“Amazing sex will do that to you.” Ibiki said with a smirk as he peeled the lanky figure out of his clothes and helped him slip into bed before stripping and sliding in after him.
“We’re going to need a bigger place.” he muttered.

“Or at least a bigger bed.” the copy-nin remarked wryly, “This is barely big enough to sleep in, let alone do anything active.”

“I’ll check the ads tomorrow . . . maybe we should look for a house, we’d have more privacy and your ninken would enjoy a yard.” the interrogator mused.

“That sounds nice.” Kakashi replied with another jaw-cracking yawn, pillowing his head on Ibiki’s shoulder as he threw an arm and a leg across the massive figure, nuzzling into his chest as his breathing evened out and he slipped into a peaceful sleep.

The pair woke to a loud rapping on the window. They cracked open bleary eyes to focus on the figure perched on the windowsill. “Gai?” Kakashi said blearily, “What are you doing here?”

“My Eternal Rival, I am Overjoyed and Humbled by the Beautiful Youthfulness of Your Love. I Too, Have Vowed to Find Myself a Precious Person.” The spandex clad shinobi said with a twinkling smile and a thumbs up.

“Gai,” the copy-nin said very slowly, as if talking to a very young child, “why are you here?”

“I Have Come to Challenge You, My Eternal Rival.” he began.

“Not now.” Kakashi replied shortly, “Can’t you see that I’m busy?”

“We are so not giving him our new address.” Ibiki groaned, throwing an arm over his eyes to block the sight.

“Just go Gai.” the copy-nin urged, “I’ll find you tomorrow.”

“Of Course, I Would Never Want to Intrude on Your Time with Your True Love.” Gai said dramatically, “I Will Go and Prepare for Our Challenge.”

“We need curtains too.” Ibiki remarked idly.

“I’m so sorry.” Kakashi turned worried eyes on the interrogator, “I’ll get him to back off.”

“It’s fine. He’s your . . . rival, I’ll get used to it, I’m sure.” the scarred man said soothingly, “I’m sure we’ll have other ‘interruptions’, after all we’re both on active duty.”

“Aaaa.” the copy-nin replied, “But Gai’s a far cry from duty.”

“Let’s just go back to sleep, hmmm.” the interrogator suggested, “We can talk about this later.” With that he pulled Kakashi close, curling around him and holding him securely as they both drifted back into slumber.

When Ibiki woke again it was to the smell of something cooking. He stretched and padded down the hall into the kitchen, smiling at the sight that met his eyes. He drank in the long pale figure, naked except for an apron he’d dug up somewhere, busily frying bacon and cracking eggs. “I assumed if you had it you’d eat it.” the copy-nin said frankly as he turned around, “Sit down and I’ll fix you a plate. Juice, coffee or tea?” he queried as he turned back to the stove.

“Coffee please.” Ibiki forced out of his suddenly dry throat, “You do know it’s night?” he asked, desperate to distract himself from the damn near edible sight of Kakashi gracefully moving around in nothing but that frustrating little apron.

“I was hungry and this is what you had . . . I thought about going home for food, but I was afraid you’d wake up and find me gone. I didn’t want you to get the wrong impression.” he replied seriously.

“You could have left a note.” Ibiki teased.

“But you might not have seen it and then you’d be mad at me.” Kakashi said, worry in his eyes, “I don’t want that.”

“I wouldn’t be mad at you. What if you had to leave on a mission?” the interrogator asked him seriously, “You’d have left me a note.”

“No, I would have woken you up and kissed you goodbye, in case I never got another chance.” Kakashi said, voice barely above a whisper.

Ibiki didn’t bother to argue the point, they were both incredibly lucky to have survived into their thirties. He pulled the copy-nin in for a loving kiss, trying to let him know through the gesture that he understood and felt the same way. When he pulled back he said sincerely, “And I will always do the same for you, I promise.”

“Thank you.” Kakashi said quietly, “Now sit down and eat while this is still hot.” he continued, gesturing towards the table with the plate he was filling. In a few minutes they were both seated and wolfing down their food. “Gods, I had no idea I was so hungry.” the copy-nin muttered as he snagged another piece of toast.

“We burned a lot of calories.” Ibiki said, “Tired and hungry is to be expected.”

“Well, I’d better keep the pantry stocked then.” Kakashi mumbled half to himself, “I should start a list.” He pulled a pad and pen over and began scribbling, occasionally standing and peering in a cupboard. Eventually he reached for the cabinet right next to Ibiki’s head and the interrogator finally snapped.

“Enough,” he growled as he yanked the tall man down to straddle him, “you are driving me absolutely insane sashaying around in that apron.” With that he eagerly began licking and nipping at the long column of the copy-nin’s neck, deftly relieving him of the apron before licking his palm and wrapping his massive hand around both of their erections.

Kakashi immediately mirrored the gesture, linking their fingers together as they slid up and down their straining lengths. Ibiki upped the ante, scooping his free fingers through the butter still on the table before sliding them down to the copy-nin’s pucker and firmly pushing two inside, sending a bolt of painful pleasure shimmying up his spine.

“More.” Kakashi demanded as he aggressively attacked the interrogator’s mouth, pushing back hard against the fingers working his passage and then surging into the snug embrace of their clasped hands.

Ibiki slid in a third finger and spread them wide, pulling a high pitched wail from the copy-nin as he shuddered and came hard, the convulsions of his passage nearly breaking the interrogator’s fingers at the same time the tremors of his spurting member and the involuntary tightening of Kakashi’s hand suddenly had him roaring his pleasure as his seed splattered across their chests.

They stayed slumped together, arms around each other’s backs until their breathing finally settled. “Shower time.” Ibiki said firmly, lifting the copy-nin off his lap before standing up and steering him down the hall. “In you go.” he urged, patting a firm cheek and making shooing motions as he turned to gather extra towels.

“I thought maybe I’d go to Midori-san’s tomorrow and have her take me off her books.” Kakashi said blandly, “Unless you still have reservations?” he said with sudden concern, focusing hawk-bright eyes on the interrogation master.

“Gods no.” Ibiki said with a smile, “She can write us both off as far as I’m concerned.”

“Good, I’ll take care of it on the way to the realty office.” the copy-nin confirmed with a smile. “Any particular location I should concentrate on?”

“Near the tower but not in town . . . maybe out by the wall?” Ibiki said thoughtfully as he set to washing Kakashi’s hair. Blunt nails scratched against his scalp before he was gently positioned under the spray. The interrogator began to speak again as he scrubbed his lover’s back. “We’d have privacy . . . and the wall would make it easier to defend against attack from the rear.” he reasoned.

“This from the man who doesn’t lock his door.” the copy-nin teased as he returned the favor and began soaping a broad scarred chest.

“I never had anything to defend before.” Ibiki said quietly, “Are you sure you don’t want to change your mind?”

“Why would I want to do that.” Kakashi murmured, “I trust you, you’re not afraid of me, I enjoy spending time with you . . . I really enjoy having sex with you . . . why would I change my mind?”

“I don’t mean to doubt you but . . .” the scarred man trailed off hesitantly, “are you really sure . . . take a good look at me, I’m not going to get any prettier.”

“Good,” the copy-nin chuckled, “because I like you just as you are. I told you before, I like your scars. Besides,” he said with a rakish grin, “you do have the prettiest monster cock I’ve ever seen.”

“It’s the only cock you’ve ever seen besides your own.” Ibiki remarked drily.

“Not true . . . I’ve been in the hot springs, and on missions, I’ve seen lots . . . maybe I wasn’t thinking about them the same way, but I guarantee yours is still the nicest I’ve ever seen.”

“Then thank you.” Ibiki replied absently as he carefully dried the copy-nin, before getting the same treatment himself. “Bed.” he directed firmly, smacking the pale man on the ass to get him started.

Once they were curled together in bed the interrogator nuzzled the soft hairs on the copy-nin’s nape. “So, we’re really doing this?” he queried.

“Yes . . . as if I’d let you back out now.” was the firm reply, “Now go to sleep, we’ll talk in the morning.” the copy-nin finished with a mighty yawn, curling into the larger body and tucking his head under Ibiki’s chin, almost immediately drifting off to sleep.

Just after sunrise Kakashi cracked open an eye to peer up at the clothed form of his lover. “Come back to bed.” he urged sleepily.

“No sweetheart, I have to go to work.” he replied, leaning down to kiss a pale cheek. “I’ll see you at dinner time.”

“But I didn’t fix you breakfast.” Kakashi blurted, jumping out of bed and flying into the kitchen, “It’ll only take a minute.”

“Don’t worry about it.” the interrogator rumbled, “I’ll eat a ration bar at my desk.”

“I’m sorry.” the copy-nin said, “I promise to do better tomorrow. Please don’t change your mind about me.”

“Kakashi you don’t have to cook for me.” Ibiki said gently, “Just be here with me . . . that’s all I need.”

“But I want to . . . you don’t take proper care of yourself.” the pale man muttered.

“Fine, but you’re going to have to start tomorrow, I’m going to be late.” the interrogator mumbled as he checked his pockets and added a few scrolls, “What are you doing today?”

“I’m going to the market, Midori-san’s and the realty office . . . I’m off duty for two more weeks.” the copy-nin replied, “Do you need me to run any errands for you?”

“It sounds like you have everything covered. I look forward to tonight.” Ibiki husked as he pulled his lover into an embrace, kissing him thoroughly before making the hand signs and jutsuing into his office.

“Oh, you’re here.” his aide said, clapping his hand over his heart in fright, “I didn’t hear you arrive. Tsunade wants to see you asap boss.”

“What has her panties in a bunch?” the interrogator groused, anxious to get to work and head home again.

“I have no clue, she called for you yesterday afternoon. When I told her you were on a date she said she’d see you in the morning.”

“Wonderful.” Ibiki said drily, “I guess that’s where I’ll be if you need me.” With that he turned and strode out of the office.

“Lady Hokage.” the interrogator said with a slight nod, “How may I serve you?”

“Tell me about what’s going on between you and Hatake . . . and no bullshit Ibiki. I was flooded with people asking why you arrested him yesterday.” Tsunade said matter-of-factly.

“Arrested him . . . why would they think that?” Ibiki said, scratching his head.

“You dragged him through town half undressed and not moving under his own power.” the Hokage replied, “What did you think they’d assume?”

“I was actually hoping no one would notice.” the large man said truthfully, “Between Kakashi and the baskets my hands were too full to jutsu us home.”

“Home?” Tsunade asked with an arch of her brow, “Okay, spill . . . what’s really going on with you two.”

“I went to a matchmaker,” the interrogator mumbled, “Kakashi is my intended.”

“Seriously?” the Hokage asked, hands on her hips, “What does he think about this?”

“He’s looking at houses today, and making final arrangements with the matchmaker . . . what do you think?” Ibiki retorted, “Is it so impossible someone would want to be with me?”

“I didn’t mean it like that.” Tsunade said softly, “The Hatake brat is . . . troubled. In all the years I’ve known him I’ve never seen him willingly spend time with anyone . . . and no one has seen his face since he was a child.”

“I’ve seen it.” the interrogator replied triumphantly, “He trusts me.”

“Well then . . . my blessings on you both.” the Hokage said with a smile. “Does this mean you’ll be requesting some time off?”

“Yes?” Ibiki ventured tentatively.

“Fine, take the next two weeks while the brat is off rotation.” Tsunade said with a leer, “Just make sure you’re both fit for duty when you come back.”

“Yes ma’am.” the head of interrogation replied with a smirk, “I promise.” He headed back to his office eager to clear the pile on his desk so he could start his vacation.

His aide stood and watched in awe as Ibiki whipped through the huge stack of paper on his desk at the same time as he was ticking off a steady stream of instructions on how things were to be handled in his absence. He once again clutched his chest in fright when the copy-nin appeared and set a bento on the desk.

“Your lunch.” he declared with a smile, “What time should I pick you up?”

“Just hang on a couple minutes and I’ll go with you . . . Tsunade gave me the next two weeks off.” Ibiki replied with a smile.

“Wonderful, maybe we can look at some houses this afternoon.” Kakashi said thoughtfully, “We’ll go to the realtor’s before the market then.”

“We need to stop at Midori-san’s first.” the interrogator reminded him, “I want to get that taken care of.”

“Me too.” the copy-nin said with a one-eyed smile.

Ibiki’s aide stood off to the side, unnoticed and in shock. Oh my god it’s true, he thought, they are a couple. He jerked in shock when Ibiki addressed him once again.
“I’m out of here, see you in two weeks. If there’s something you can’t handle pass it on to Lady Tsunade.” Then, with a completely out of character wave and a smile, the pair strolled out of headquarters.

“Ah Hatake-san, Morino-san, how nice to see you both again. I’m sorry if things didn’t work out for you . .” The matchmaker began before she was interrupted by Ibiki.

“Oh no, things worked out wonderfully. We’re here to complete the contract.”

“We want to take care of it before we go to the realtor’s” Kakashi added.

“That’s wonderful.” she exclaimed with a broad smile, “Come into my office and I’ll witness your signatures.”

The two men smiled nervously at each other. “Last chance to back out.” Ibiki teased.

“No way, how about you?” the copy-nin replied.

“Not on your life, let’s go do this.” Ibiki said firmly, ushering his intended into the office and sweeping him into a chair.

“This is the standard marriage contract.” the matchmaker explained, “Is there anything you want excluded from community property?”

“No.” both men replied simply.

“Wonderful . . . just sign here Morino-san . . . and you sign here Hatake-san. Congratulations on your union. May you have many happy years together.”

“Thank you.” the copy-nin said soberly, “I never imagined this would work out so well.”

They left the matchmaker’s arm and arm, suddenly sober in the face of their official commitment. “Rings, we forgot the rings.” Ibiki said, slapping his forehead.

“So there’s the jewelers.” Kakashi pointed, “Let’s go there next.”

They quickly selected slim silver bands, easily hidden under the fingerless gloves they each usually wore, and then headed to the realtor’s office.

“We were looking for something outside town but near the tower. Hopefully with a yard.” Kakashi explained.

“Maybe backing up to the wall.” Ibiki added somberly.

“Well . . . I do have one listing that fits your requirements, but it is next to the Uchiha compound.” she said worriedly, “It’s been vacant for a while . . . it’s too isolated for most people.”

“Could we see it?” the interrogator asked simply.

“Of course, let me get the keys and we’ll head over.” the realtor said quickly, overjoyed at the thought of moving the troublesome property.

“It’s perfect.” the copy-nin told Ibiki. The house itself was simple, just two bedrooms, a large main room, a kitchen and a bathroom . . . but the rear yard was large and beautifully landscaped, if a bit wild. Best of all, a high fence enclosed the entire thing, insuring maximum privacy.

“I have to agree . . . so shall we?” the interrogation master asked, cocking his head to the side quizzically.

“Absolutely, I can’t wait to get settled in. Don’t forget we need to buy a bigger bed on the way back to your apartment.” Kakashi replied enthusiastically.

“When can we move in?” Ibiki rumbled, catching the realtor off guard.

“Well, once your mortgage is approved . . .” she began before she was cut off by an impatient copy-nin.

“We’ll be paying cash.” he stated shortly, causing his new spouse to raise an eyebrow in surprise, “Does that make it quicker?”

“Oh certainly.” she replied with a wide smile, “We can have you settled and ready to move in a couple of days.”

“Wonderful.” Kakashi said with a smile, “Let’s go take care of the paperwork.”

“Kakashi, I don’t have that kind of money.” Ibiki said worriedly.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got it covered.” the copy-nin replied shortly, “I inherited a good bit . . . and I’ve barely spent any of my earnings. I want us to have this, and I don’t want to wait. Besides, why borrow money if you don’t have to.”

“I don’t want you to spend all your money.” Ibiki fretted.

“One, it’s not nearly all of my money and two, it’s now our money . . . no exclusions from community property, remember.” Kakashi said seriously. “Is there a problem?”

“No . . . you’re right and it’s fine, I want to get settled while we’re both on vacation.” the interrogator conceded, “Let’s go buy a house.”

The last streaks of light were just fading from the sky when the pair finally finished their errands. “I just want to stop by my place and pick up a few things, then we can go home and fix dinner.” Kakashi said soberly.

“Why don’t I take this stuff and head home and you can meet me there. We’ll eat quicker that way.” Ibiki suggested.

“See you soon dear.” the copy-nin said with a smile and a peck to the tall man’s cheek before quickly making hand signs and disappearing. Ibiki continued to meander towards his apartment, bags swinging in his hands and a smile on his face, not even noticing the people scurrying out of his way in fright.

He was still putting away groceries when Kakashi arrived, dropping a bunch of pans and utensils in the kitchen before carrying an armload of clothes into the bedroom. He came rushing back out moments later, mask around his neck, and pulled the interrogator into a deep aggressive kiss. “It’s our wedding night.” he husked, “Let’s make something easy so we can get to bed early.”

Oh my god, Ibiki thought, we can’t stay here. He looked around his cramped, messy apartment with its small uncomfortable bed. I need to make this special, he decided, making a quick call before heading into the bedroom. “Pack a bag.” he said shortly before stuffing some things in a small backpack, making sure to surreptitiously add several tubes of lube and Kakashi’s reference material.

The copy-nin quickly complied, turning when he was done only to have his lips captured in a passionate kiss. When they broke apart with a sigh Ibiki gently eased his husband’s mask back into place before forming the signs for a transportation jutsu. Moments later they were standing outside a quaint onsen and the large man was ushering Kakashi inside.

This is much better, Ibiki thought as he glanced around their room. Not only was it large, clean and bright . . . it also had an enormous bed and an attached private spring.
“So,” the copy-nin began, eyes twinkling with mirth, “why are we here?”

“Well,” Ibiki rumbled as he pulled the slender man into a tight embrace, “it’s our wedding night . . . I thought you deserved better than my filthy apartment and undersized bed.”

“Frankly your apartment is a huge improvement over mine,” Kakashi teased before turning sober, “seriously though, I don’t need anything but you.”

“I’m flattered,” the interrogator said as he pulled the copy-nin into his arms, “but I only get to have one wedding night with my beautiful, virginal spouse . . . I want to do it right.”

“Then why are we still dressed?” Kakashi purred as he deftly began unbuttoning Ibiki’s shirt. The interrogator didn’t bother to answer, instead capturing his mouth as his hands began to deftly strip his new husband. Four talented hands made quick work of their clothes and the copy-nin soon found himself pressed hard against the wall as Ibiki’s strong hands stroked over all the pale skin they could reach.

“We should eat.” the tall man growled, “Come with me.” he pulled the copy-nin out to the pool, sliding into the water and settling his husband on his lap before grabbing a pair of chopsticks and feeding him a morsel from the tray he’d arranged to have placed nearby.

“You do not need to treat me like some simpering female.” Kakashi grumbled, “I can kick your ass you know . . . even if you are bigger than I am.”

“I have no doubts about that.” Ibiki replied simply, “But I do enjoy pampering you. Besides, tonight is special, I want you to remember the first time I take you for the rest of your life . . . and not just because you record it with your sharingan. I want to ensure you have no regrets.”

“As if I ever could.” the copy-nin replied with a small genuine smile. “So does this mean we’re going to try page thirty-four?” he husked as he ran his tongue over the shell of the interrogator’s ear, “I’ve wanted to try that ever since I first saw it.”

Ibiki gulped at the predatory edge in the copy-nin’s voice. “We can attempt it . . . but I’m still not sure if we can bend that way.” he said in a slightly quavery voice, “I think I’d rather start with something simple.”

He gently threaded his fingers into soft silver strands, pulling that tempting mouth to his so he could ravish it. The interrogator delicately licked plump pink lips, teasing them open before diving inside to taste. Kakashi sighed as he let his husband control the kiss, clinging to broad shoulders as he melted against the larger form. The whimper he let out when the kiss broke went straight to Ibiki’s groin.

The interrogator easily stood, the copy-nin in his arms, striding out of the pool and into their room, gently laying the lanky figure on the bed before stretching out over him and recapturing his mouth. He broke the aggressive kiss to turn his attentions to a long pale neck, alternating sharp nips with soothing strokes of his tongue. He laved a prominent collarbone before dipping into the hollow of his lover’s throat, reveling in the growling moan it produced.

Ibiki lifted an elegant, long fingered hand, suckling and nipping at the digits before traveling up, over Kakashi’s pulse point to the crook of his elbow and on to his tender inner arms. “You taste so good.” the interrogator growled as he suckled a pert pink nipple while he pinched and rubbed its twin, “Just thinking about being inside you is making me crazy.”

The copy-nin let out another husky groan, unable to summon words to respond in the face of so much erotic stimulation. “Oh fuck.” he finally managed to mutter when his husband turned his attentions to a long shapely leg, nuzzling his inner thigh before nipping his ankle. Ibiki then swiped a wet path up the arch before avidly sucking and nipping at Kakashi’s toes, eliciting a frenzied thrashing and a throaty call for more.

The interrogator effortlessly flipped the lanky figure over, licking up the back of the leg he still held before placing a hard bite on a muscular cheek. The sharp pain pulled a keening whine out of the copy-nin and Ibiki had to bite his lip to stifle the urge to just bury himself in the tempting body. Time to move this along, he decided as he flipped open the lube and slicked his fingers, carefully sliding one inside Kakashi’s entrance even as he continued to husk impassioned words expressing how beautiful his lover was and how much he treasured him, pledging his devotion and loyalty to this man who had accepted him.

He added a second finger, sliding them in as far as he could, stretching and slicking the tight muscle and occasionally brushing the copy-nin’s prostate, sending shivers racing through his frame. When Ibiki added the third finger he could feel the tension vibrating through Kakashi’s lean body and he stroked his free hand up and down his spine as he whispered soothing phrases.

When he finally deemed his lover ready the interrogator removed his fingers. “Turn over for me sweetheart, I want to watch your beautiful face as I fill you for the first time.” he growled as he liberally coated his throbbing cock with lube, stroking himself as he waited for pale legs to wrap around his waist.

Both men held their breath as the broad head of Ibiki’s cock breached the copy-nin’s entrance, causing the lanky man to pant harshly, tears rising to his eyes as the substantial length slid further inside. Ibiki paused when he was halfway in, stroking and petting the man beneath him. “Just relax ‘kashi, you’re doing so well, we’re almost there.” he crooned, “That’s it, gods you look so good like this with my cock in your beautiful ass.”

The interrogator slowly slid home, fighting to keep from coming with every millimeter he slid into the hot furnace of his lover’s body. “Gods, you’re so tight and hot and perfect,” he groaned, “it’s all I can do not to just pound you into unconsciousness.”

“It’s my wedding night,” the copy-nin ground out tightly, “I want to be ravished . . . now move.” At that harsh command Ibiki could no longer hold back. He pulled out until only the head remained before sliding smoothly back inside. Kakashi thrashed as his prostate was stimulated, torn between intense pain and intense pleasure and only able to communicate through broken moans and breathless whimpers.

A few more strokes and the pain melted away in the face of the rising tide of pleasure. The copy-nin began pushing back to meet Ibiki’s thrusts, responding frantically when his mouth was captured, panting and moaning and clawing at the broad scarred back.
When a massive hand slipped between them to stroke his dripping length he wailed his approval.

Unlike Kakashi, the interrogator was no stranger to sex, with men or women. He had never, however, felt anything like this. He struggled desperately to maintain his control, not wanting the heady sensation to end too soon. The copy-nin shuddered with each plunge into his body, the tremors spurring Ibiki on until the lanky man finally froze, every muscle rock hard and straining as he came hard between them with a strangled shriek.

The sight alone was enough to send Ibiki over the edge and he came with a roar, gasping as the convulsions of the copy-nin’s passage milked him dry before collapsing to the side, pulling Kakashi with him and into a deep kiss. “So good, so, so good.” the interrogator husked as the kiss broke, “I may never let you out of this bed.”

When their breathing finally slowed the copy-nin rasped “Thank you . . . I never thought . . . I didn’t know . . . “

“Rest now sweetheart.” Ibiki crooned, “When we wake up we can try page thirty-four if you want.”

“Mmmmmm.” Kakashi hummed, “‘kay.” and with that he succumbed to the pull of sleep. The interrogator watched him, not even noticing as his eyes, too, slipped shut, and he joined his husband in sleep.