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Undercover Mashup	By : Akaatje Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2427 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hello there, a new chapter today. I have made a new schedule and I plan to upload a new chapter every week. Just not only this fic, but the other unfinished fics as well.
(like: 'Let me grope that ass')
And I plan on uploading a lot of fics.

Anyway, enjoy this chapter and let me know what you think ^^
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Irakusa-san is simply amazing. He slipped into Konoha, signaled the number of attackers and their whereabouts and got into a fight with the boss of them. Ibiki saw from a distance how Irakusa-san flipped his body and shoved the criminal away. The attacked lashed out with a knife and kicked back, but Irakusa-san came forth as winner.
Strength, combined with flexibility and a sharp brain. That is Irakusa-san. If he had chakra and silver hair, he could pass for being Hatake-sama’s twin.
Ibiki shakes his head from that thought and walks towards Irakusa-san. The man has a gash on his hip, clearly visible from the damage from his clothing. There is an other cut on his arm, bleeding quite a bit.
He doesn’t seem to notice it. He stares at Tsunade-sama, who stands before him. Ibiki should introduce them. Irakusa-san helped Konoha out, after all, and should be thanked for that. But maybe the Hokage already knows something. She is smiling at the non Shinobi. And her smile seems… strange.
Ibiki walks over to the two and bows for the Hokage. “Hokage-sama, this is Irakusa-san. He helped Konoha out, twice. First time saving that Genin team.” He coughs.
Tsunade-sama blinks, pushes her lips together and nods. “Ah, yes, I see. I believe we’re indebted to you, Irakusa-san.” She glances at Morino-san, whose cheeks turn red. “Morino-san, I believe you took it upon yourself to pay that debt?” There is an odd twinkle in her eyes, like she exactly know how he is going to pay the debt.
Well, considering the gossip between the ANBU in the past days, it would be strange if she didn’t knew it.
Ibiki desperately wants to get out of this situation. Not for his lack of experience. He is not nervous about that. Not yet, at least. No… but the idea that the Hokage knows. And those ANBU Shinobi. He trusts them with his life. Just not with his dignity.
Irakusa-san yawns and stretches. “About that debt, Morino-san, let me tell you the truth. Facts, let me tell you the facts.” He raises a hand up and sticks his fingers out. “One, I’m exhausted, like really, really tired. Two, I’m wounded. See?” He points at the cut and rubs over his ribs. He winces. “And three, I would really like to lie down for a bit. Horizontal. Like on a bed. Do nothing. Only feel.” He wiggles his eyebrows and winks.
Ibiki stares. With all the information he gathers out of Irakusa-san’s words, the man is injured, but wants the debt to be paid after all.
But, Ibiki has no idea how. And, also important, he has no king sized bed. And, for the risk of peeking and gossiping ANBU Shinobi, he should learn a jutsu which could darken a room immediately. So nobody can sneak a peak.
“Let’s get you settled into the hospital then,” Ibiki says. He nods at the Hokage, who smiles back in an almost evil manner. He then gestures at the hospital, not far from where they stand.
“What about the debt?” Irakusa-san says. See, Ibiki was right. The man wants to be paid right now.
Ibiki’s ears burn. There must be something that is pleasing about him, that makes Irakusa-san want sex as a repayment. That is highly unusual and quite unexpected. He swallows, glances at Tsunade-sama and coughs. “We’ll settle the debt later. When you feel better. I wouldn’t want to take advantage of you.”
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“Morino-san, you have to tell me how it ended up like this.” Tsunade-sama laughs the very moment Ibiki closes the door of her office behind his back. “The ANBU that escorted you on your trip tell me such interesting things. So, please tell me…” She brings her hands together and narrows her eyes. “You do have a king sized bed, do you?”
Ibiki closes his eyes. “No,” he says and he tries not to think of the other things he lacks. Like experience. And confidence.
“Something wrong?” Tsunade-sama’s voice is warm, all of a sudden. “I notice that you are not like yourself at the moment. Are you injured?”
Ibiki opens his eyes. “I am not that experienced in sexual manners,” he says. There, he said it. Against the Hokage even. “I do not know if I am up to his standards.” He refrains from shivering.
The Hokage blinks. She is probably taken aback by his words. “Well, that is not a big deal. He does need to rest first. You can't do anything to him or with him. It would only tire him out. And, he probably doesn’t mind. I think. He did ask for you, without knowing your experience. You could try to tell him. In the mean time, you could, well, gain some experience? I will also ask him to do us another favor, so that will give you more time to learn.”
She nods and rises from her seat. “Let me give you these, in advance.” She walks over to a cabinet and opens the second drawer. “It’s lube. To get you started. If it is between men, this is what you need.” She throws the bottle at him.
Ibiki catches it with ease. He stares at it, not knowing what it is mor how to use it.
“Do give him some proof though. I think we could use a man like him.” She waves at the door. “Dismissed!”
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Great. Not all he has to do, is tell Irakusa-san he has no experience. Ibiki growls. There is a reason for his lack of it. Every scar on his body is a reason. So he has a lot of reasons. But now, when finally somebody is interested in him, there is a risk that he becomes disinterested because of the lack of experience.
Well, no use mulling over it now. Irakusa-san is in a hospital bed for now and Ibiki has a box of chocolates ready to give to him.
He sighs, pulls his shoulders back and walks into the hospital room. He moves straight to Irakusa-san, hands him the box and turns around. He doesn’t want prying ANBU ears to hear what he is going to say. They can look, but if he keeps his back to the door, they won’t be able to read his lips. He really has to work on that darkening jutsu.
But for now, a sealing jutsu for the ears will do fine. He coughs and goes through a series of hand signals. “I’m afraid this is all the privacy we can get,” he says.
“Excuse me?” Irakusa-san asks.
Ibiki opens his coat and shrugs it off. “I’m going to repay a part of the debt,” he says. He is nervous, determined, but mostly nervous. “Not now, not all at once, but I am a man of my word and I will pay.” He tugs at his shirt and pulls it over his head. He throws it onto the bed and rubs his arms. “What do you want? As proof. How do you want it?” He has no idea where to start.
“What do you mean?” Irakusa-san asks. He seems a bit out of breath. Strange, the Hokage did order him to rest and stay in bed. There is no way he has left his bed, but the evidence of him breathing heavily are there.
He walks over to where Irakusa-san’s face lies on a pillow. “The Hokage told me that you need to rest. That I couldn’t do anything at this point, I would only tire you out. I am a man of my word. I will repay the debt to you. What kind of proof do you want?” It’s time. He has to say it.
He licks his lips and averts his eyes to the wall behind the bed. “I know you want to use me for sex,” he says. He keeps his eyes on the wall, refusing to do even so much as glancing down. “I feel obligated to let you know I have no experience in that area.” His cheeks turn red. “Therefore I ask you what you want.” There. He said it. In quite a formal manner, but that should be alright.
Irakusa-san pushes himself up into a sitting position. “First of all, your Hokage asked me to do something tomorrow. I have to be well rested to execute that task, so let’s indeed wait until I am done with that.” He coughs. “Secondly, if it is like that, I shall reconsider. Perhaps we can come up with another form of payment. Or, perhaps, there is a comrade of yours who can offer his experience.”
Ibiki blinks. He could always ask a comrade to teach him, indeed. It’s not a bad idea. And, even with his shirts off, showing his scars, Irakusa-san doesn’t voice a direct no.
“You know, I heard great things about your fellow Copy nin. Perhaps you can ask him.” Irakusa-san smiles wide.
“Hatake-sama is indeed very gifted in that area. At least, that is what I hear from the rumors.” Ibiki nods. The man would probably not be opposed to teach him a thing or two. “But, he is not here at the moment. How long will you be gone?” He has to learn something before Irakusa-san’s return.
“I don’t know exactly. Why?” Irakusa-san leans a bit towards Ibiki. Even now, his breathing is deep and a bit strange. Ibiki can’t place it. It’s like Irakusa-san’s gaze is fixated on Ibiki’s chest.
“If he comes back before you do, I’ll ask him.” Ibiki nods. A silence passes by. He sighs and nods again, remembering the proof. “Do you still need proof?”
“Proof?” Irakusa-san mutters and he shrugs. So he isn’t opposed to it. It could also mean that he doesn’t expect much out of it. It's time to prove that Ibiki is worthy. To Irakusa-san and to himself.
Ibiki closes his eyes and leans in, capturing Irakusa-san’s lips with his own. It’s warm, inviting, very hot and also quite arousing. There is a hand on Ibiki’s chest. It’s to soon. Ibiki pulls back, notices Irakusa-sans gasp for air and his own growing erection in his pants. He has to leave. Now. He turns and barges through the door, breaking the jutsu as he goes.
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