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Kakashi stares at the man in front of him, then pinches his thigh after a few seconds.
It's hurt.
Very hurt.
He pinched too hard, a few tears emerged, but he finally felt the reality.
He never thought the plan would go so smoothly.
Uchiha Obito's hands are at his back, his limbs are tied to the iron chair. His head is lowered, frowning. There are ravines on the right half of his face. And the intact left half is undoubtedly handsome. He has an indifferent face, but the round eyes moderate the coldness, making him bright. The bridge of the nose divides the face in two, the scars don't decrease his handsomeness, but add a wild and manly quality.
Hatake Kakashi is fascinated. The hero didn't die, but things changed. Since Uchiha Obito escaped from death, he had no chance to look at him carefully.
The day heard the news of his return, tears couldn't help but run out from his eye sockets, streamed down cheeks, and streamed down the heart with numerous wounds.
Where did you go? Why didn't you come back earlier?
He once hated Uchiha Obito. When Nohara Rin intercepted his hand, negative emotions took root in his heart, yet he could barely control it; half a year later, Namikaze Minato gave his life for Konoha, it broke the shackles, and started to grow. Eventually, he saved the Sharingan from pursuers terribly, then killed his coworkers and escaped, it gradually lost control.
One month after that, he heard that the hero of the Sharingan, Uchiha Obito, got back to Konoha, he collapsed.
Why? Under this situation, why get back?
At the first time he saw his name on the list, he rejoiced that the hero was dead, so he could leave the world at any time, to find people he loved.
Then?
He forgot to wash away the blood after the conflicts, forgot the fatigue of killing and fighting, the trembling hands opened the newspaper. His legs were feeble, his knees fell on the ground, then he threw the newspaper away, vomiting.
He knew. That day, he wrapped his knees, and bursted into tears. The hero knew all.
Obito suddenly opens eyes, sharpness flashes on his face. Soon, he calms down.
"Kakashi, you've been hiding for years, finally, you are willing to see me?" He raises his head easily, as if he's just a guest. If there is no confinement, he may cross his legs. "Have you forgotten all your manners? After a long time of separation, that's how you treat your friend?"
"Stop being opinionated, Uchiha Obito, we are never friends."
Kakashi is still the cold boy, yet his facial features had grown, the green of teenager gradually became the hormone of mature man. He is especially condescending while facing Obito, but Uchiha feels a strange uneasiness.
Uneasiness? Obito feels absurd. He is a ninja, he finds out that he cannot use Chakra, and his hands touch the chains. After his eyes closed and opened, he lost weapons, lost ninjutsu, and was reduced to a normal person. He is the one who should be uneasy. Or Kakashi can't stop fearing when he sees him? This guy really respected him, so he chained him even if he didn't have Chakra. Does he fear that he will take him back to Konoha at the next second?
He is not able to do that, and he doesn't want to. Kakashi is not a placid character. If he is unwilling, is there any meaning?
"The drug was from Orochimaru, right? I don't expect that you will cooperate with Orochimaru after leaving the village. What's your transaction? My eye?" Obito says in an exaggerated tone. "Are you afraid of me?"
"…"
"Answer me, Kakashi !"
Obito yells, the grievance crushes the barrier, and submerges him. He doesn't understand why Kakashi descended to this state. Sarutobi Hiruzen had taken his teacher's duty for years, and finally passed it to Namikaze Minato, then he took the duty again after the night a few years ago. No one blames a person who protected Konoha until he's old, but Konoha was really in a terrible situation. Before dealing with it, he didn't plan to let Kakashi back.
It's okay, stay away from Konoha as far as he can. Obito wanted to tell Kakashi, he will be his harbor, he trusts him forever, if he needs help, he will go to him instantly—then Kakashi kidnapped his hawk, and he had to find it. It's the first time Kamui betrayed him, the other eye was possessed by Kakashi. Kakashi couldn't beat him, but kidnapping is more difficult than killing, thus he ran easily.
After futile seeking, Obito gave up temporarily. Kakashi needs rest, he shouldn't waste his energy to hide him. So what he knew was that Kakashi was still alive.
This is for righteousness, for the future, for Kakashi, so he has to endure…Obito barely persuaded himself.
However, he got the information yesterday. Kakashi was confronting the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist. He immediately used Kamui to find him, then gripped Kakashi to dodge Kubikiribōchō.
It's a long-unwonted cooperation between them, fight side by side with the people they trust, and engage in hearty combat. He thought Kakashi had the same thoughts as him, he even saw the lips rise behind the mask…unexpectedly, Kakashi stunned him with the lightning in the end.
Obito cannot restrain the sour and bitter. "I think we are friends."
"Shut up, don't call my name." Kakashi squinted, the scar on his left eye almost linked. "I can tell you as many times as you want, I never want to be your friend."
"Why?" Obito says anxiously. "Is it because of Rin? That supposed to be an accident, definitely not your fault! If someone has to take the responsibility, it's supposed to be the one who entrusted everything to you, me! Not you, Hatake Kakashi !"
Kakashi falls silent for a while, then grips Obito's flak jacket, and pulls it. The fabric splits, and the buttons fly out, hitting the rock. The fabric which was torn apart becomes an asymmetric artwork, hanging on Obito's shoulder awkwardly. Kakashi bends down and pulls the pants, the elastic becomes straight lines, the kunai runs over, then it falls both sides.
"…Because, friend won't have intention to do this."
Kakashi slowly opens his mouth.
He has sin. Uchiha Obito is a hero, but he has lewd imagination to him. His hero is him, his first love is him, his desire is also him.
He has sin. Hatake Kakashi thinks sorrowfully. This world is absurd, and he is a ridiculous clown, flattering the audience with a laughable performance.
Obito stares ahead, as if looking at someone over him. Is he looking at the future? It's illusory, more unreal than words.
But he has no future. There is bloody taste in his throat, and his eyes are hot. They, have no future.
Untying the knot, the cloak falls, and the dust rises. He wears tight under the cloak, Obito can clearly see Kakashi's muscles, his spine is like the crescent.
He unties Obito's headband, and it falls on his hand. There is a crack that was left by kunai when he was practicing, Kakashi made it. He puts it away, caressing the face. The dust and winds for years and the lack of maintenance made the skin not smooth. Especially he had been injured, under the medal is the triumphant horn, the rough skin is not worth mentioning. His finger touches the closed left eye, feeling the temperature of the skin. Blood seems to flow from the position, then he feels dizzy.
Feeling the wrongdoings of ghosts and gods, he cups Obito's face, the lips paste on the medal. The facial muscles twitch, the skin is uneven, Kakashi feels the temperature is gradually rising. Slight kisses land on the healed scars, Obito halts breathing, the quivering breath contacts his neck, making him breathless.
Kakashi visits the corner of the lips, but skips the lips, and goes down. He puts his hands on his shoulders, and tilts his head to lick him. Being controlled, Obito has no choice but raises his head, the silver hair tickles his neck. Kakashi almost curls in his arms. Looking from a distance, it looks more like a spoiled child than an erotic tease.
He pastes palm on Obito's chest. He is white, and his hands are always hidden behind the black gloves, seldom exposed in sunlight. With the color of Obito's skin, it's more dazzling than the sun. His fingers are like dancing, drawing circle after circle. The posture makes his abdomen have no way to hide, Obito can only watch the fingers linger around his waist, stroke his muscles, then stay above.
He kneels down. When he kneels down on one knee, there is admiration and sincerity, like a loyal and silent knight, waving the sword to cut the thorns for his Lord; when he kneels down in both knees, there is unremovable plea, as if a hesitating disciple, begging for the advice from God.
He took away the shattered fabric, the shape of the aroused penis is clear. It does not fully erect, but it's great enough. The vague imagination becomes clear. Kakashi gulps, feeling the saliva is gone, and his throat gets drier and drier.
A hand presses Obito's thigh, the muscles under the paints are tense as if they will beat his jaw. The other hand holds Obito's penis, rubbing through the underwear.
Obito subconsciously wants to kick, but his muscles are unable to leave the ground. Seeing that, Kakashi chuckles. "Save strength, perhaps after your Chakra is restored, you will be able to kill me."
Obito stops, and says. "I won't kill you."
"…Whatever."
Kakashi lowers his head and continues.
Under this circumstance, each person knows what Kakashi wants to do. Compared to ensuring whether he is willing, his sight honestly follows the hand which is caressing his penis. There are calluses on Kakashi's hand, in different sizes and different thicknesses. The skill is poor, but ignites his desire.
The fully erected penis is thicker than before, and almost pops out the underwear. Kakashi gazes at the dripping tip, then pulls the underwear, the penis bumps his hand.
Kakashi pauses, only rapid gasping echos in the small space, can't tell who is losing control. After a while, he lowers his head, kisses the glans, deliberately making sounds. The soft tongue strokes the sensitive tip, then he takes it all.
The unpalatable take of semen fills his mouth. Kakashi slightly raises his head, looking at Obito's face. His face is full of pain, frowning. The sweat glistens on his forehead, there are droplets on his hair, his eye squints, becoming watery. He is exciting, and his penis is wholly hard.
Sucking another man's penis is absurd, but he wanted to take action a long time ago, since the first he eagerly made out with Uchiha Obito in the dream. His mouth relaxes, then the penis gets deeper. Foreign body sensation makes him want to vomit, but he is perfectly happy to do it. With the wet sounds and the sounds of chains, Kakashi knows that the pleasure is crumbling Obito's sanity, it's Obito's last struggle.
He ties his hero, thus he can only comfort himself with the idle hand. Moving down from the head, the swollen shaft is also fine. Most of his attention is on Obito, the perfunctory comfort doesn't work in the right way.
He grits his teeth, and fresh red emerges. Obito's face is gloomy, only the cheeks are ruddy. According to memories, Kakashi knows that Obito is furious. It's not easy to irritate Obito. In the past had only seen it once, at the war which totally changed his life.
Kakashi planned this, of course he had predicted Obito's reaction.
Since the man of action realized that he had the intention of sullying his hero, he started to explore the sex between the same gender. Uchiha Obito became the core of the Uchiha Clan after returning to Konoha. He has strong power, military exploits, and engaging personality, hence the media are interested in him.
Kakashi benefited from it. Though he couldn't see the real person, he could see the photos. One of the magazines even wrote his measurements, and the brand of underwear he wears most often, and the size. It helped his obscene imagination a lot.
Yet heart is an uncontrollable element, the original firmness begins to show signs of shaking.
But he has no return. If both giving up or continuing will get the same result, be disgusted—
He takes off his pants, wets his hand with pre-cum, and gropes for the backside.
Hips are separated violently by their owner, two fingers charge in, the stretching encounters difficulty at the beginning. His body hasn't been in the state yet. It's ridiculous, he'd had sex with the man in the dreams several times. He has prepared for many years, his body keeps telling the eagerness, but his heart is a calm sea, the roaring waves are hidden under the surface.
Kakashi gasps, and sends the fingers into his body forcibly. After teasing the spot tentatively, the corridor remembers the delight it ever had, and starts to respond the eagerness. The walls welcomes the fingers, then the heat spreads to his whole body.
The neglected nipples perk, he rubs Obito's shin with his chest, but a little comfort will only increase the appetence.
Kakashi is looking at him, and so is he. Nothing can be hidden. Kakashi always covers his whole body, only showing the upper half of his face, and a part of his wrists.
Now he takes off the mask and takes his organ in mouth, frowning. His eyes are moist, the pupils are no longer lazy. His eyelashes shudder, and the droplets of tears fall. He whimpers painfully loftily, making people unable to know who profanes who. The penis gets harder, throbbing. Drops of fluid fall, and accumulate a small puddle below. The fingers move in and out from the white ass, moans leak out from the mouth which is occupied by the dick, the delicate mole is stained with the liquid, his toes curling.
Uchiha Obito thinks the reason he can't look away is because this space is simple and crude. He swears that every time Hatake Kakashi appears in his dream, he sees a happy and innocent boy. They were fighting in a mission, or arguing childishly, there was no obscene thing. But the body isn't able to lie. If now the tied hands break free, he cannot be sure he will put Kakashi away, or he will grab the silver hair, let him take more.
The lips of the lofty moon glistens with saliva and semen. A drop of sweat streams down, stays at the collarbones for a while, then falls, the ribs can't detain it, so it visits the spine. It disappears between the buttocks, falling with other fluid. The ground is wet.
The person pulls out the fingers, and tightens his throat. Obito acutely hears the pop, as if a dog hears the command. After a hoarse grunt, he ejaculates in his mouth. He sees the light, the light blocks his impolite look, but he can't help gazing at the hole, imagining how muddy and warm it will be.
The penis spills in his mouth. Kakashi lets off, the tongue flexibly sweep away the flowing semen. He tastes bitter, and his throat feels the sticky fluid. Semen is not tasty, but his penis drips honestly, his coccyx is tingling, and his hole is twitching. With a dildo, he could experience the pleasure that the hand couldn't make, climbing to the top in ecstasy. However, people are always dissatisfied, and can't help asking for deeper violations.
Obito just falls in a daze for a moment, Kakashi has stood straight, and tries to take off the pants. After kneeling down for a long time, his legs spasm unnaturally, taking off the pants is like a S-rank mission. He can complete this in a few seconds, yet now, he has to spend one minute to do it.
"Ka-kashi…"
"Shut up."
"Listen to me—"
"I told you to shut up!"
He holds Obito's penis again, lightning appears in his palm, the subtle skill doesn't give him pain, but delight. Obito grits his teeth and barely tolerates the pleasure with pins and needles.
Kakashi also blushes in the torture, his voice contains desire, and his breathing is in a disorderly frequency as his heartbeats. He straddles Obito's thighs and clings to Obito's shoulders. The hole finally contacts the dick, jerking as if gaining the treasure, fervently welcoming the visitor.
Too big. Experiencing the difference between imagination and reality, Kakashi's face becomes pale immediately, and he gasps near Obito's neck. He tries to move his waist down, the tip stretches the walls forcibly. He slowly swallows the shaft.
Obito is also plunged into dire suffering. The mouth can't compare to the hole, the mouth is still under Kakashi's control, the hole is like a beast out of control, clenching the prey. He exhausts his willpower so that he won't advance and strike the depth.
"Kakashi, stop!" His muscles tense, and his temples vein, as if he will break the shackles, but his tone is mild. "You will get hurt, stop!"
"Does it concern you!" Kakashi bawls out, sits down obstinately, the pleasure almost crumbles him. His tears stream down, and his face is full of obsession. He is crazy for pleasure, but he taunts. "You just need to sit…sit well !"
The expanding is difficult, his waist almost loses strength, not to mention his legs. Kakashi slips, suddenly sits down, his hips contact Obito's thighs, and scrotums. The penis grinds the walls, and hits the weak point in the depth. He raises his head, the feeling of suffocation makes him scream. He opens his mouth to inhale and exhale, savoring the lovable and hateful pleasure.
Too good. Kakashi stares above blankly. He had tried a dildo, but the amazing pleasure is different, especially the man in front of him is Uchiha Obito. When he is penetrated by the dick, he almost cum.
A few seconds later, Kakashi tries hard to sway his waist, the well-trained muscles are as tough as their owner, and faithfully carry out orders even when they are injured. Perhaps he feels the rough pleasure, he leaves half of the penis out every time, then swallows it again. Veined shaft presses against every wrinkle, rubbing against the gland, and the glans grinds the depth. Pain and joy intertwine, his sobbing voice is hoarse, his eyes are reddened, his body moving spontaneously. When his lips and teeth part, dissolute moans leak out, telling the pleasure of their owner.
Their heights are almost the same, Kakashi has to lower his head to touch the scar on Obito's lips, his tongue strokes the medal infatuatedly, then he's kissed by Obito.
Obito is determined to stay passive, different from his style of fight, he doesn't do anything that will stimulate Kakashi…he doesn't want to consider him as an enemy. Yet he had never thought that get into a man's hole would be so pleasant. The soft and warm walls envelope his penis, prostatic fluid stains the white but reddened buttocks.
Kakashi's moan gets louder and louder, and echoes. Obito starts to worry about the situation outside, and feels curious. Is it really so good?
He had watched adult movies, seen a lot of strange postures, and heard licentious voices. Though he always blushed while watching it, his heart had never been hit like this time. Kakashi is different, he had never seen this person lose control. He had never expected that Kakashi would want to do this with him. And he never expected he would be satisfied by this. The feeble and red body provoke the desire of ravaging, the crying face arouses the desire of occupying.
Kakashi freezes, until he regains his mind, he realizes it. He stares at Obito, thinking of the meaning of this kiss, perhaps it represents the essence of the world. After a while, he thinks he should push him away.
He moves back to evade Obito's kiss, unwilling to think, and avoids the eye, swaying his waist on his own. The fabulous penis moves in and out from the white hips, the eager frequency creates foam. The scrotums bump the hips, leaving seducing and red marks.
"Ka-kashi." Obito barely utters a sentence, with a hoarse and shaked tone, his muscles contracting. "Let me go, I gonna—"
"Ah…just-just cum inside" "me." Kakashi cries. "Cum inside me! Obito!"
Fuck.
Uchiha Obito advances fiercely, he doesn't care about the pain of his joints, and kisses the mouth which speaks insolently. The sudden kiss makes Kakashi's hole tighter, his member sprays slimy fluid, and wets their chests. The walls react as if taking revenge on Obito, squeezing and making him cum.
Kakashi.
Obito wants to yell, but he vaguely sees the lightning again. He glared at Kakashi indignantly, the other's legs were still convulsing. He breathed rapidly, saliva leaked out, his pupils were vacant, the eyes and the rising mouth containing a queer satisfaction. He's enjoying the lingering sensation following an orgasm.
Next second, blue lightning spreads over his body.
Kakashi !
He doesn't have a chance to yell, and loses consciousness again.
"Obito, wake up."
He heard a familiar voice, like a carefree kid, it's joyful but displeased him.
"Obito!"
Something is jabbing him, once a second, like an annoying mosquito.
"Stop sleeping, the sunlight is heating you."
…Where is the sunlight in a cave?
Obito finally realized the reality, his eyelids quivered, then his right eye opened slowly, and glanced at the left side. A ghastly white and weird human-shaped creature threw away the branches, jumped, and shouted. "Oh! You wake up! Good job, Obito, nice."
His tone was exaggerated like singing, but the only audience didn't do him a favor. "…Untie me."
"Okay!"
It seemed Kakashi didn't weld the chains, White Zetsu untied them easily. The chains fell with a bang, and rose dust. Obito waved his aching arms, his body hadn't recovered, but the salacious fluid was erased. He started to sense Chakra, and he could activate Sharingan now.
Obito found out there was a suit of clothes near him, who knew how a missing-nin walked into the shop and bought a new flak jacket. Even the underwear is the brand he wears most often, and it quiet suit him, damn.
"How did you make you so messy?" He changed clothes and his eye rolled. And it didn't stop White Zetsu murmuring. "Bakakashi is not a fool at all."
Of course Kakashi is not a fool. But Obito doesn't want to explain the difference between the nickname and the real person to an artificial creature. When he regained his Chakra, he sensed the enchantment at the exit. It's the same as which Madara had set at that year, but one was for confining him, and the other is for guarding him.
Hatake Kakashi. Recalling the silver and white figure, Obito felt a bit sour. What did that guy consider him? A dildo?
Should he praise this guy that he was pretty smart and made a foolproof plan? He set a trap to capture him, and pleased himself, then just left. Uchiha Obito kicked and broke the iron chair which had carried two men, as cruel as Kakashi. Glancing at the position, there is no fluid on the ground, there is even no sweaty and lewd smell in the air.
Except the 'victim' and those clothes, there is no evidence for that craziness, like a perfect crime in the textbook.
He couldn't blame White Zetsu. The settled scroll made the cave full of lightning. White Zetsu could use mokuton, but he asked him to keep Kakashi safe, and himself. Thus he wouldn't risk his life to save him.
His chest heaves, the brutality which was under control leaked out from cracks, shouting and telling him to break something. The cave, the world, or Hatake Kakashi.
"And then?" White Zetsu tilted his head. "Should we kidnap Bakakashi?"
Yeah, kidnap then imprison him in Kamui dimension. His brutality whispered. He despised you, Uchiha Obito…You should retaliate for his impolite behavior.
"Need not." Ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, Obito took deep breaths and calmed down, then commanded coldly. "Keep following him just like before. Stay far away, he can't find you, but he'd known that someone is watching him."
"Okay."
"Next time we meet," His breath halted, then he repeated. "Next time we meet…"
Obito imagined the next time they meet, he should do the same as usual. Persuade Kakashi to get back, and secretly let White Zetsu ensure his safety.
Make everything back to the correct path. This is what he came back for.
However, when he thinks of Kakashi, the figure that appears in his brain first is no longer the bright moon, but the man who sat on his thighs and indulged in lust, swallowing his dick.
White Zetsu stared at the man who seemed to fall into a trance. "Obito?"
"Next time," His throat felt dry again, and he gulped subconsciously. "Next time,"
—Hatake Kakashi is still the cold moon.
"Next time, I will pin him against the wall, tug his damn legs and fuck him, let him cry and beg to me again."
—But he no longer reconciles to just watching the moon.