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Title: Scar Tissue
Author: JBMcDragon
Genre: Drama
Status: In progress, 15/18-ish
Rating: NC-17 for violence and sexual content.
Warnings: Het, yaoi, violence, and terrible, terrible angst. Also, very, very long.
Summary: Set during the end of the time-jump.
They returned one teammate fewer. The loss of that teammate changed Kakashi in ways Obito surviving couldn't have. Kakashi remembers him fondly, speaks to him in dreams, and carries his ghost as a companion.
But his dreams and reality don't quite match up . . .
Scar Tissue
Part One
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Part Two
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Note: This story just earned its NC-17 rating. Be warned.
Chapter Fifteen
Obito tidied the glass rack. Then he wiped down the counter. Then he swept the floor, rather awkward with just one hand. Then he fetched beer for the solitary patron in the bar. Then he pulled each glass down individually and polished it. Then he tidied the glass rack.
What had he been thinking? Sex-dazed, that was the problem. His little head had been thinking, not his big head.
Now Kakashi was going to come by some time tonight and expect to stay the night and expect sex and--well, maybe it would be good. Except no matter what Anko said, his finger just had not felt particularly pleasant up there, and Kakashi's dick was likely to be a lot bigger! *Why* couldn't the big guys be the bottoms? It made more sense, anyway! They were less likely to get squished!
"Obito?"
He squeaked and whipped around, nearly oversetting himself and dropping a stein. "Damn it!" he shouted, hearing it shatter on the wooden floor.
"Sorry, Tetchy," Kurenai laughed, and came around the counter to help him sweep up. All he could see, bending carefully to the floor and picking up the largest pieces, were her slender, pale arms, callused hands, and swinging black hair as she stooped with him. "So, Anko said you're seeing someone now?"
He paused and looked up, catching her in the tunnel of his vision. She was less than a foot away. Obito felt himself coloring. "I, uh, didn't know that you and she--"
Kurenai just laughed and shook her head. "It's all right. We have an understanding, Anko and I, and she asked me before she seduced you."
Obito straightened, fumbling for his cane and levering himself up. "She didn't *seduce* me," he said darkly.
"Of course. Where's your broom?"
He just pointed, leaving Kurenai to get the rest of the glass shards. His gaze swept the bar, lingering in the darker corners just to make sure no one was there. Still just the one man at the counter, staring miserably into his pint.
The he saw Kakashi outside. Saw him put a hand to the knob and come in, the bells chiming happily. He couldn't decide if he should smile or hide.
Maybe he should call it all off.
"Bartending now, Kurenai?" Kakashi asked, sliding onto his customary stool and letting a bag drop to the floor. It hit with that peculiar metal-encased-in-cloth sound that Obito had known from childhood.
"Just cleaning up the mess I made," she laughed, and Obito heard the rattle of glass falling into the trash.
"Can I, uh, get you something?" he asked, feeling suddenly shy and not sure what to do about it. He fussed with the dishrag lying on the counter, staring at his scarred hands and missing finger.
Kakashi caught those fingers in his own, running his thumb over Obito's knuckles before releasing him. "Anything interesting?"
Obito shrugged, blushed hotter, stomach filled with falling leaves, and turned to get sake.
"Tea, actually, would be wonderful," Kakashi interrupted quickly. "I'd rather keep my wits about me."
'Tonight' went unspoken. Obito nearly fumbled the sake bottle, tipped it back into place, and then looked for a teacup and hot water. It was Kurenai who put it all together, shooting Obito a bemused look.
"Here, Kakashi," she said, setting it before him, and then headed back around the bar. Obito went to get his rag, only to have Kakashi catch a firm hold around his wrist.
"Are you all right? You seem a little tense," the man murmured, mask pooled around his neck.
"Fine," Obito yelped. He turned crimson. "No, really fine," he managed in a more reasonable voice.
Kakashi's words grew quieter. "I don't have to stay the night, if you're having second thoughts--"
"No, no second thoughts," Obito said quickly, and then cursed himself. He'd been having second thoughts since they'd parted ways! This was exactly the chance he'd been looking for to back out!
Then Kakashi brushed his thumb over Obito's hand again, watching him with a single ebony eye. Obito shivered.
"It's normal to be nervous," Kakashi said, still in that same quiet tone, keeping the words just between them.
Obito stiffened. "I'm not *nervous*," he said, more loudly than he meant to, and pulled away. Of all the--! He wasn't a child!
**
He knew Obito was nervous, statement to the contrary, and the man's nerves just seemed to keep building all night until his chakra was a bundle of spikes and his muscles tied into knots, which did nothing for his leg.
Kakashi did what he could, soothing with small touches that seemed to help, if only temporarily. By the time the bar closed, he was so worried about it that he almost just left, told Obito it had been a bad idea and walked out the door.
But he suspected that would only make things worse. He didn't want a pissed-off Uchiha after him.
He worked through various ideas as he picked up his bag and followed Obito through the door that separated the bar and the living quarters. It was just one big room really, with the futon, rumpled and large enough for three people, against the same wall as the door. There was a table and chairs under the far window, and a dresser against the connecting wall, between the door to the small bathroom and another to the little kitchen. The floor was padded with several large, mismatched throw rugs and one bear skin, haphazardly tossed clothes, and various knickknacks.
He took everything in with a glance, dropping his overnight bag--mostly full of ANBU gear and weapons--in the corner.
"Do you want something to drink?" Obito started to say, but Kakashi cut him off before he'd finished.
He stepped up behind the smaller man, already having decided that if touching calmed Obito down, he could do a lot of that. It was the plan, after all.
Wrapping one arm around Obito's waist to stabilize him, he held the other arm and tugged the man around, pressing into him to kiss him soundly.
An objection--Kakashi assumed--was swallowed between them, changing to a soft little moan as he gentled everything, hand sliding up Obito's arm and into his hair, cradling the other man's head in his palm. He backed Obito toward the futon, the closest place to sit and where he hoped they'd end up, anyway. Obito hit it and dropped like a rock, bad leg too unstable to brace himself at all.
Kakashi just followed him down, barely breaking contact, stretching until Obito was on his back. Kakashi leaned over him, kissing him carefully, shifting to nibble at an earlobe and then sweep his tongue delicately over the shell of Obito's ear.
He heard Obito make a soft noise, almost nothing. "Good?" he asked, sliding his other hand down the man's body.
"Yeah," Obito said breathlessly. "Good."
Kakashi smiled and sank his teeth into Obito's neck, the mark he'd left earlier. Obito groaned and shifted. Kakashi pulled back just far enough to grab the other man by the waist and push him farther up on the futon, so their legs weren't dangling. So he could lower himself to the bed, pressing thigh and hip and chest against Obito. He already had an erection; it rubbed against Obito's leg, making Kakashi's breath catch.
The stress in Obito's chakra waxed and waned, spiking to almost painful intensity and then fading again, only for the cycle to repeat. Kakashi smoothed and stroked, kissing and nibbling, sliding his hands up under Obito's black shirt, skimming fingertips across sensitive skin. Obito wriggled against him, breath fast and shallow.
When Obito felt thoroughly distracted, Kakashi slid a hand under Obito's body, between his shoulder blades, and tugged upward. The shirt came off easily, and he bent to suck on a pale nipple. Obito's hands tangled in his hair, his chest rising sharply.
"Do--do that--" Obito gasped, fingers tensing.
Kakashi opened his mouth, sweeping his tongue over the hard nub, feeling Obito shiver. Then he closed his teeth on it gently, just enough to create pressure. He snaked his chakra out, forming it into what was nearly a touch, and let it slide along the slender body beneath him.
Obito nearly yelled, the sounds strangled in his throat as his legs moved, back arching. Kakashi's hand grazed his stomach, the lines of muscle clear now, drifted down to the edge of the soft black pants Obito was wearing. He released Obito's nipple, mouth drifting lower, licking at the scars stretched across Obito's torso.
"Those--uh--don't--"
Kakashi looked up. "Do they hurt?" They shouldn't.
"No--just, they're ugly," Obito said, face flushing.
Kakashi smiled softly, bending his head and licking one from waist to ribs. "I don't think so."
"But--they are," Obito said.
Kakashi slid his hand across the waistband of Obito's pants, riding low on his hips. Very low, tugged down by their slide across the futon. "Scars are attractive." He sucked on Obito's hipbone, heard the man start to say something and stop when he scraped his teeth against tender flesh. Kakashi pushed his hand down farther, edging the pants lower. There, that delicious roll of muscle was exposed, the side of Obito's ass. His pants were only low on the one side, covering nearly everything except the edge of black hair.
"Kashi--wait!" Obito said, anxiety spiking again as he scrambled upward, grabbing for his pants and scooting back.
Kakashi looked down at the bed where, a moment before, he'd had a warm and squirming man. He looked up. "What's wrong?"
"I--I don't want to have gay sex."
He swallowed hard, willing his erection down. It ignored him. "All right," he said slowly, sitting back on his heels. Ideas flew through his head--maybe it had all been some sort of joke. Maybe Anko objected after all--though she had no reason to, given Kurenai. Maybe Obito *had* been molested in that cell, and was too embarrassed to admit it.
The thoughts, and the hurt he was trying not to feel, were stopped dead by Obito's next words.
"Can't we just--just--do blowjobs or something?" Obito practically begged, looking anxious and worried and hopeful all at once.
Kakashi blinked. "Obito," he said finally, "I think you and I have different definitions of 'gay sex.'" Because, oddly, Kakashi considered gay sex to be sex with another man.
Obito looked at him dubiously. "What's your definition?"
"What's yours?" Kakashi countered, already having had experience with Obito claiming he'd meant something else when his assumptions turned out to be unusual.
Obito looked elsewhere. "Well… you know. Like, butt sex."
"You mean anal sex?" Kakashi asked wryly.
"Shut up!" Obito yelled, head snapping around so he could glare at Kakashi.
Kakashi moved across the futon swiftly, grabbing Obito's chin before he could look away again and kissing him soundly. "We can just do blowjobs," he said against the other man's lips. "Blowjobs are gay sex, too, since we're both men."
Obito kissed back hesitantly. "So, any sex with both of us is gay sex?"
"Mm hm." Kakashi nuzzled the man's throat, shifting until he had an arm on the other side of Obito's hips, supporting himself.
"I knew that." It was just slightly belligerent.
Kakashi laughed, air whuffing across skin. "I know." He pressed a kiss against warm, damp flesh, then pulled back, weight braced on one arm. "Have you had anal sex?"
Obito flushed. "No!" he nearly yelled, embarrassed.
"But you hate it?"
"Yes!"
Kakashi tilted his head. "Why?"
That single-eyed gaze slid purposefully toward the other edge of the futon. Then it snapped back, guilty. "Nothing. I just don't see why the little guy always has to be on the bottom."
Kakashi's eyebrows rose. He was going to have to check out that side of the futon. But in the meantime… "He doesn't. Would you rather screw me?"
The idea seemed to strike Obito speechless. He stared at Kakashi for a long moment. Then his face constricted, and he muttered, "My leg won't support me."
Kakashi shrugged. "I'm sure you've managed something with Anko. I could be on top like that." Which was how he assumed that would work.
Obito looked hopeful. "But… doesn't it hurt?"
Kakashi smiled and shook his head. "Not everyone enjoys it." It was all right, but not his favorite thing in the world. Still, there were definite rewards. Like stopping Obito's paranoia. "But if you're careful, at the most it might be uncomfortable. And if it is, you stop." He leaned in again and kissed Obito's ear, nibbling on his jaw, waiting while the man thought.
"I don't think I'd like it."
"All right." He grazed teeth over Obito's throat and he felt the man shiver.
"I--I kinda tried, I mean, and… I didn't like it."
The words were rushed, embarrassed, as if Obito felt he needed to offer an explanation but didn't really want to. "What did you use?" He felt the blush against his skin.
"Just… um… something a lot smaller than a dick."
Kakashi smiled against Obito's skin, laughing quietly. "What'd you use for lube?"
There was a moment of silence. "Lube?"
Kakashi leaned back to look at Obito, at the flush still high in his cheeks, the confusion and dismay on his face. "Lubricant? You need it if anything's going to work."
The red grew darker. "I--I didn't--I mean, someone told me--"
Kakashi just shook his head, closing his eyes. "Never mind. It doesn't matter." No wonder it hadn't been comfortable. "Wait," he added, and climbed off the bed to open his bag. He'd come prepared, after all.
He dug out lube, though he hadn't bothered with condoms--Obito had had his blood tested recently, and Kakashi got his done after every mission. You never knew what people were bleeding on you. Then he crawled back to the bed, smiling softly as Obito's blush rose, pink on his cheeks.
"You--you really wanna…?"
Kakashi shrugged easily. "If we get that far, I don't want to have to stop and find it." Currently, they weren't going to get anywhere. It was awkward, not sexy, and Obito seemed to be getting more embarrassed by the moment. He kept shifting his bad leg as if it pained him, and Kakashi remembered his knotted muscles earlier.
"Hurt?" he asked, sliding his hands along Obito's foot, reaching his ankle and massaging slowly upwards.
"A little," Obito agreed faintly.
Kakashi let his hands slide farther up, caressing Obito's calf. He felt the man calm again, the scent of arousal spiking the air, potent and sharp. He couldn't get higher; Obito's pants were bunched around Kakashi's hands. He pulled his hands out and moved up, pressing into muscle under cloth, digging his thumbs into the thigh and pouring chakra in, soothing and purposefully arousing. He bent, brushing his lips over Obito's stomach, hands still working at the man's leg. He felt the shudder that went through the slim body and let his mouth drift lower, over barely exposed hipbones. Obito shuddered again, breath hitching.
Ah, good. Kakashi tongued his belly button, folded in snug against his stomach, nearly hidden in the bend of Obito's waist--Obito was still sitting up, against the wall. Kakashi didn't mind.
"Kashi?" Obito asked, a little hesitant.
"Hm?" He licked the belly button again, nuzzled downward.
"I--um--" Obito stopped speaking on a shivery breath.
Kakashi's hands slid up Obito's hips, to the waistband of his pants. "Lift a little?" he asked, and watched Obito re-brace his good leg and his hands to take his weight. His hips came up, and Kakashi slipped his pants and boxers off at the same time.
"Kashi--you're, uh--" Embarrassment stopped the words this time.
Kakashi glanced up, checking where Obito was looking. At Kakashi's chest. He glanced down and realized he was still fully dressed. He pulled away to tug his shirt off over his head, then shimmied out of his pants and underwear. "Better?"
Obito was staring at him, gaze traveling from shoulders to knees and back as if he'd never get enough. It was enough to make Kakashi ache, cock hard. Obito leaned forward, running his fingertips over Kakashi's chest, his collarbones, down his shoulders and arms. Kakashi moved closer to make the exploration easier, settling with a knee on either side of Obito's hips, leaning in to kiss and nuzzle while the other man petted him.
Obito traced every muscle, every scar, pushing Kakashi back periodically to look, making the Copy Ninja both self-conscious and flattered. Obito never looked anything other than awed. Eventually, those tentative fingers found his dick. They brushed over the head, making it twitch, and stroked softly down the shaft. Kakashi nearly groaned, wishing Obito would stroke a little firmer, with his whole hand--but then, things would be over very, very quickly.
He leaned in again, tonguing Obito's ear, feeling the shivers wrack the smaller man. With one hand he fumbled for the lube, because if he couldn't stretch this out for hours--and he couldn't, he realized--then he might as well take care of some of Obito's concerns. He opened the small packet, kissing Obito thoroughly, stroking into the man's mouth with his tongue. Poured some over his fingers, rubbing his cock against Obito's stomach for the friction as he slid two fingers into himself, purposefully relaxing his muscles.
Obito's hands were on his ribs, still stroking tentatively, the man's mouth on his neck, now, both of them still sitting up, the wall to Obito's back. Kakashi poured the rest of the lube on Obito's cock, reaching between them to stroke slowly.
Obito moaned, hands giving a little scrabbling spasm against Kakashi's skin. Kakashi angled them together and lowered himself slowly, feeling the stretch as the flared head of Obito's dick pushed in. Obito gasped as Kakashi sank down, careful, letting it fill him bit by bit, stretching more than he'd been in a long time. When he was seated as deeply as they could get, he stopped and leaned in, catching reddened lips in a sharp kiss, pulling the lower one into his mouth. Obito had stopped moving completely.
Kakashi pulled back and looked at him.
"It--doesn’t hurt?" Obito asked, pupil dilated, breath fast.
"No," Kakashi said, and to demonstrate began to rise and fall, fucking himself on Obito's cock. He arched his neck, panting, moaning a little when they hit the prostate. Making it clear it didn't hurt, in the slightest. Stretched, yes, and felt odd with something inside him, but didn't hurt.
Obito's hands began to move again, little stutter-starts at Kakashi's hips, then stroking his thighs, one hand finally coming around to slide on his cock.
Kakashi groaned, opening his eyes to see Obito focused on fondling Kakashi, though his skin was mottled red. Kakashi picked up the speed a little, tightening around Obito when the man began to stroke him firmly to the same rhythm.
He forced himself to relax again, allowing the intrusion, the stretch as he went down and the hollowness as he came back up. The slide along nerves, the strange sense of being filled, and best of all the fingers wrapped around his dick sending sharp sensation through him.
Obito was nearly whimpering, hands tightening and relaxing, legs shifting. Kakashi picked up the speed yet again, forcing his body to stay loose, to just take the cock easily, let it push in and out, not very large but still filling him enough to stretch skin deep inside. And then Obito gasped and groaned, hand coming off Kakashi's dick to scrabble for a moment at his hips, pulling him down hard.
Kakashi let Obito bury himself, rocked his hips a little to prolong the orgasm, watching the man's chest and neck mottle red. When he was sure the fingers weren't going to scrabble anymore, he linked his hand with Obito's and pulled it back to his cock, stroking slowly.
Obito's eye opened, hazy and red, and after a moment he figured it out and began to pump in earnest, rubbing his thumb over the sensitive head on every upstroke. It didn't take long before Kakashi'd had enough; he let out a breathless little moan and came, hot and sticky between them. Obito pumped for a moment more, drawing it out until it was almost painful, and then stopped.
Kakashi opened his eyes after a long second. He leaned in and nuzzled Obito, shifting until the man's softening dick slipped out. Arms came around him, fingers tangling in his hair.
"You're sure that didn't hurt?" Obito asked uncertainly.
"Mmm. Positive," Kakashi said, planting easy kisses on Obito's neck and shoulders. Then he pulled away, just far enough to grab a blanket and wipe between them before looping a hand under Obito's knees and behind his back, sliding him the few feet needed to get them comfortably lying in bed.
"Damn, Kashi, I'm not a girl," Obito bitched, snuggling down into pillows.
"I noticed," Kakashi said dryly, curling around the smaller man and tugging him close.
There was silence broken only by pigeons cooing outside.
"When do you leave?" Obito asked quietly.
"Tomorrow afternoon."
"So you'll be here in the morning?" The tone was hopeful, sleepy, as if, should Kakashi answer 'no,' Obito would rouse again.
"I'll make breakfast," Kakashi promised.
"All right," Obito sighed, the last of the tension draining out of his body. Kakashi felt his chakra slow, ebbing. A breath from sleep, the Uchiha muttered, "Just watch your elbows."
Kakashi smiled.
**********
Author: JBMcDragon
Genre: Drama
Status: In progress, 15/18-ish
Rating: NC-17 for violence and sexual content.
Warnings: Het, yaoi, violence, and terrible, terrible angst. Also, very, very long.
Summary: Set during the end of the time-jump.
They returned one teammate fewer. The loss of that teammate changed Kakashi in ways Obito surviving couldn't have. Kakashi remembers him fondly, speaks to him in dreams, and carries his ghost as a companion.
But his dreams and reality don't quite match up . . .
Scar Tissue
Part One
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Part Two
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Note: This story just earned its NC-17 rating. Be warned.
Chapter Fifteen
Obito tidied the glass rack. Then he wiped down the counter. Then he swept the floor, rather awkward with just one hand. Then he fetched beer for the solitary patron in the bar. Then he pulled each glass down individually and polished it. Then he tidied the glass rack.
What had he been thinking? Sex-dazed, that was the problem. His little head had been thinking, not his big head.
Now Kakashi was going to come by some time tonight and expect to stay the night and expect sex and--well, maybe it would be good. Except no matter what Anko said, his finger just had not felt particularly pleasant up there, and Kakashi's dick was likely to be a lot bigger! *Why* couldn't the big guys be the bottoms? It made more sense, anyway! They were less likely to get squished!
"Obito?"
He squeaked and whipped around, nearly oversetting himself and dropping a stein. "Damn it!" he shouted, hearing it shatter on the wooden floor.
"Sorry, Tetchy," Kurenai laughed, and came around the counter to help him sweep up. All he could see, bending carefully to the floor and picking up the largest pieces, were her slender, pale arms, callused hands, and swinging black hair as she stooped with him. "So, Anko said you're seeing someone now?"
He paused and looked up, catching her in the tunnel of his vision. She was less than a foot away. Obito felt himself coloring. "I, uh, didn't know that you and she--"
Kurenai just laughed and shook her head. "It's all right. We have an understanding, Anko and I, and she asked me before she seduced you."
Obito straightened, fumbling for his cane and levering himself up. "She didn't *seduce* me," he said darkly.
"Of course. Where's your broom?"
He just pointed, leaving Kurenai to get the rest of the glass shards. His gaze swept the bar, lingering in the darker corners just to make sure no one was there. Still just the one man at the counter, staring miserably into his pint.
The he saw Kakashi outside. Saw him put a hand to the knob and come in, the bells chiming happily. He couldn't decide if he should smile or hide.
Maybe he should call it all off.
"Bartending now, Kurenai?" Kakashi asked, sliding onto his customary stool and letting a bag drop to the floor. It hit with that peculiar metal-encased-in-cloth sound that Obito had known from childhood.
"Just cleaning up the mess I made," she laughed, and Obito heard the rattle of glass falling into the trash.
"Can I, uh, get you something?" he asked, feeling suddenly shy and not sure what to do about it. He fussed with the dishrag lying on the counter, staring at his scarred hands and missing finger.
Kakashi caught those fingers in his own, running his thumb over Obito's knuckles before releasing him. "Anything interesting?"
Obito shrugged, blushed hotter, stomach filled with falling leaves, and turned to get sake.
"Tea, actually, would be wonderful," Kakashi interrupted quickly. "I'd rather keep my wits about me."
'Tonight' went unspoken. Obito nearly fumbled the sake bottle, tipped it back into place, and then looked for a teacup and hot water. It was Kurenai who put it all together, shooting Obito a bemused look.
"Here, Kakashi," she said, setting it before him, and then headed back around the bar. Obito went to get his rag, only to have Kakashi catch a firm hold around his wrist.
"Are you all right? You seem a little tense," the man murmured, mask pooled around his neck.
"Fine," Obito yelped. He turned crimson. "No, really fine," he managed in a more reasonable voice.
Kakashi's words grew quieter. "I don't have to stay the night, if you're having second thoughts--"
"No, no second thoughts," Obito said quickly, and then cursed himself. He'd been having second thoughts since they'd parted ways! This was exactly the chance he'd been looking for to back out!
Then Kakashi brushed his thumb over Obito's hand again, watching him with a single ebony eye. Obito shivered.
"It's normal to be nervous," Kakashi said, still in that same quiet tone, keeping the words just between them.
Obito stiffened. "I'm not *nervous*," he said, more loudly than he meant to, and pulled away. Of all the--! He wasn't a child!
**
He knew Obito was nervous, statement to the contrary, and the man's nerves just seemed to keep building all night until his chakra was a bundle of spikes and his muscles tied into knots, which did nothing for his leg.
Kakashi did what he could, soothing with small touches that seemed to help, if only temporarily. By the time the bar closed, he was so worried about it that he almost just left, told Obito it had been a bad idea and walked out the door.
But he suspected that would only make things worse. He didn't want a pissed-off Uchiha after him.
He worked through various ideas as he picked up his bag and followed Obito through the door that separated the bar and the living quarters. It was just one big room really, with the futon, rumpled and large enough for three people, against the same wall as the door. There was a table and chairs under the far window, and a dresser against the connecting wall, between the door to the small bathroom and another to the little kitchen. The floor was padded with several large, mismatched throw rugs and one bear skin, haphazardly tossed clothes, and various knickknacks.
He took everything in with a glance, dropping his overnight bag--mostly full of ANBU gear and weapons--in the corner.
"Do you want something to drink?" Obito started to say, but Kakashi cut him off before he'd finished.
He stepped up behind the smaller man, already having decided that if touching calmed Obito down, he could do a lot of that. It was the plan, after all.
Wrapping one arm around Obito's waist to stabilize him, he held the other arm and tugged the man around, pressing into him to kiss him soundly.
An objection--Kakashi assumed--was swallowed between them, changing to a soft little moan as he gentled everything, hand sliding up Obito's arm and into his hair, cradling the other man's head in his palm. He backed Obito toward the futon, the closest place to sit and where he hoped they'd end up, anyway. Obito hit it and dropped like a rock, bad leg too unstable to brace himself at all.
Kakashi just followed him down, barely breaking contact, stretching until Obito was on his back. Kakashi leaned over him, kissing him carefully, shifting to nibble at an earlobe and then sweep his tongue delicately over the shell of Obito's ear.
He heard Obito make a soft noise, almost nothing. "Good?" he asked, sliding his other hand down the man's body.
"Yeah," Obito said breathlessly. "Good."
Kakashi smiled and sank his teeth into Obito's neck, the mark he'd left earlier. Obito groaned and shifted. Kakashi pulled back just far enough to grab the other man by the waist and push him farther up on the futon, so their legs weren't dangling. So he could lower himself to the bed, pressing thigh and hip and chest against Obito. He already had an erection; it rubbed against Obito's leg, making Kakashi's breath catch.
The stress in Obito's chakra waxed and waned, spiking to almost painful intensity and then fading again, only for the cycle to repeat. Kakashi smoothed and stroked, kissing and nibbling, sliding his hands up under Obito's black shirt, skimming fingertips across sensitive skin. Obito wriggled against him, breath fast and shallow.
When Obito felt thoroughly distracted, Kakashi slid a hand under Obito's body, between his shoulder blades, and tugged upward. The shirt came off easily, and he bent to suck on a pale nipple. Obito's hands tangled in his hair, his chest rising sharply.
"Do--do that--" Obito gasped, fingers tensing.
Kakashi opened his mouth, sweeping his tongue over the hard nub, feeling Obito shiver. Then he closed his teeth on it gently, just enough to create pressure. He snaked his chakra out, forming it into what was nearly a touch, and let it slide along the slender body beneath him.
Obito nearly yelled, the sounds strangled in his throat as his legs moved, back arching. Kakashi's hand grazed his stomach, the lines of muscle clear now, drifted down to the edge of the soft black pants Obito was wearing. He released Obito's nipple, mouth drifting lower, licking at the scars stretched across Obito's torso.
"Those--uh--don't--"
Kakashi looked up. "Do they hurt?" They shouldn't.
"No--just, they're ugly," Obito said, face flushing.
Kakashi smiled softly, bending his head and licking one from waist to ribs. "I don't think so."
"But--they are," Obito said.
Kakashi slid his hand across the waistband of Obito's pants, riding low on his hips. Very low, tugged down by their slide across the futon. "Scars are attractive." He sucked on Obito's hipbone, heard the man start to say something and stop when he scraped his teeth against tender flesh. Kakashi pushed his hand down farther, edging the pants lower. There, that delicious roll of muscle was exposed, the side of Obito's ass. His pants were only low on the one side, covering nearly everything except the edge of black hair.
"Kashi--wait!" Obito said, anxiety spiking again as he scrambled upward, grabbing for his pants and scooting back.
Kakashi looked down at the bed where, a moment before, he'd had a warm and squirming man. He looked up. "What's wrong?"
"I--I don't want to have gay sex."
He swallowed hard, willing his erection down. It ignored him. "All right," he said slowly, sitting back on his heels. Ideas flew through his head--maybe it had all been some sort of joke. Maybe Anko objected after all--though she had no reason to, given Kurenai. Maybe Obito *had* been molested in that cell, and was too embarrassed to admit it.
The thoughts, and the hurt he was trying not to feel, were stopped dead by Obito's next words.
"Can't we just--just--do blowjobs or something?" Obito practically begged, looking anxious and worried and hopeful all at once.
Kakashi blinked. "Obito," he said finally, "I think you and I have different definitions of 'gay sex.'" Because, oddly, Kakashi considered gay sex to be sex with another man.
Obito looked at him dubiously. "What's your definition?"
"What's yours?" Kakashi countered, already having had experience with Obito claiming he'd meant something else when his assumptions turned out to be unusual.
Obito looked elsewhere. "Well… you know. Like, butt sex."
"You mean anal sex?" Kakashi asked wryly.
"Shut up!" Obito yelled, head snapping around so he could glare at Kakashi.
Kakashi moved across the futon swiftly, grabbing Obito's chin before he could look away again and kissing him soundly. "We can just do blowjobs," he said against the other man's lips. "Blowjobs are gay sex, too, since we're both men."
Obito kissed back hesitantly. "So, any sex with both of us is gay sex?"
"Mm hm." Kakashi nuzzled the man's throat, shifting until he had an arm on the other side of Obito's hips, supporting himself.
"I knew that." It was just slightly belligerent.
Kakashi laughed, air whuffing across skin. "I know." He pressed a kiss against warm, damp flesh, then pulled back, weight braced on one arm. "Have you had anal sex?"
Obito flushed. "No!" he nearly yelled, embarrassed.
"But you hate it?"
"Yes!"
Kakashi tilted his head. "Why?"
That single-eyed gaze slid purposefully toward the other edge of the futon. Then it snapped back, guilty. "Nothing. I just don't see why the little guy always has to be on the bottom."
Kakashi's eyebrows rose. He was going to have to check out that side of the futon. But in the meantime… "He doesn't. Would you rather screw me?"
The idea seemed to strike Obito speechless. He stared at Kakashi for a long moment. Then his face constricted, and he muttered, "My leg won't support me."
Kakashi shrugged. "I'm sure you've managed something with Anko. I could be on top like that." Which was how he assumed that would work.
Obito looked hopeful. "But… doesn't it hurt?"
Kakashi smiled and shook his head. "Not everyone enjoys it." It was all right, but not his favorite thing in the world. Still, there were definite rewards. Like stopping Obito's paranoia. "But if you're careful, at the most it might be uncomfortable. And if it is, you stop." He leaned in again and kissed Obito's ear, nibbling on his jaw, waiting while the man thought.
"I don't think I'd like it."
"All right." He grazed teeth over Obito's throat and he felt the man shiver.
"I--I kinda tried, I mean, and… I didn't like it."
The words were rushed, embarrassed, as if Obito felt he needed to offer an explanation but didn't really want to. "What did you use?" He felt the blush against his skin.
"Just… um… something a lot smaller than a dick."
Kakashi smiled against Obito's skin, laughing quietly. "What'd you use for lube?"
There was a moment of silence. "Lube?"
Kakashi leaned back to look at Obito, at the flush still high in his cheeks, the confusion and dismay on his face. "Lubricant? You need it if anything's going to work."
The red grew darker. "I--I didn't--I mean, someone told me--"
Kakashi just shook his head, closing his eyes. "Never mind. It doesn't matter." No wonder it hadn't been comfortable. "Wait," he added, and climbed off the bed to open his bag. He'd come prepared, after all.
He dug out lube, though he hadn't bothered with condoms--Obito had had his blood tested recently, and Kakashi got his done after every mission. You never knew what people were bleeding on you. Then he crawled back to the bed, smiling softly as Obito's blush rose, pink on his cheeks.
"You--you really wanna…?"
Kakashi shrugged easily. "If we get that far, I don't want to have to stop and find it." Currently, they weren't going to get anywhere. It was awkward, not sexy, and Obito seemed to be getting more embarrassed by the moment. He kept shifting his bad leg as if it pained him, and Kakashi remembered his knotted muscles earlier.
"Hurt?" he asked, sliding his hands along Obito's foot, reaching his ankle and massaging slowly upwards.
"A little," Obito agreed faintly.
Kakashi let his hands slide farther up, caressing Obito's calf. He felt the man calm again, the scent of arousal spiking the air, potent and sharp. He couldn't get higher; Obito's pants were bunched around Kakashi's hands. He pulled his hands out and moved up, pressing into muscle under cloth, digging his thumbs into the thigh and pouring chakra in, soothing and purposefully arousing. He bent, brushing his lips over Obito's stomach, hands still working at the man's leg. He felt the shudder that went through the slim body and let his mouth drift lower, over barely exposed hipbones. Obito shuddered again, breath hitching.
Ah, good. Kakashi tongued his belly button, folded in snug against his stomach, nearly hidden in the bend of Obito's waist--Obito was still sitting up, against the wall. Kakashi didn't mind.
"Kashi?" Obito asked, a little hesitant.
"Hm?" He licked the belly button again, nuzzled downward.
"I--um--" Obito stopped speaking on a shivery breath.
Kakashi's hands slid up Obito's hips, to the waistband of his pants. "Lift a little?" he asked, and watched Obito re-brace his good leg and his hands to take his weight. His hips came up, and Kakashi slipped his pants and boxers off at the same time.
"Kashi--you're, uh--" Embarrassment stopped the words this time.
Kakashi glanced up, checking where Obito was looking. At Kakashi's chest. He glanced down and realized he was still fully dressed. He pulled away to tug his shirt off over his head, then shimmied out of his pants and underwear. "Better?"
Obito was staring at him, gaze traveling from shoulders to knees and back as if he'd never get enough. It was enough to make Kakashi ache, cock hard. Obito leaned forward, running his fingertips over Kakashi's chest, his collarbones, down his shoulders and arms. Kakashi moved closer to make the exploration easier, settling with a knee on either side of Obito's hips, leaning in to kiss and nuzzle while the other man petted him.
Obito traced every muscle, every scar, pushing Kakashi back periodically to look, making the Copy Ninja both self-conscious and flattered. Obito never looked anything other than awed. Eventually, those tentative fingers found his dick. They brushed over the head, making it twitch, and stroked softly down the shaft. Kakashi nearly groaned, wishing Obito would stroke a little firmer, with his whole hand--but then, things would be over very, very quickly.
He leaned in again, tonguing Obito's ear, feeling the shivers wrack the smaller man. With one hand he fumbled for the lube, because if he couldn't stretch this out for hours--and he couldn't, he realized--then he might as well take care of some of Obito's concerns. He opened the small packet, kissing Obito thoroughly, stroking into the man's mouth with his tongue. Poured some over his fingers, rubbing his cock against Obito's stomach for the friction as he slid two fingers into himself, purposefully relaxing his muscles.
Obito's hands were on his ribs, still stroking tentatively, the man's mouth on his neck, now, both of them still sitting up, the wall to Obito's back. Kakashi poured the rest of the lube on Obito's cock, reaching between them to stroke slowly.
Obito moaned, hands giving a little scrabbling spasm against Kakashi's skin. Kakashi angled them together and lowered himself slowly, feeling the stretch as the flared head of Obito's dick pushed in. Obito gasped as Kakashi sank down, careful, letting it fill him bit by bit, stretching more than he'd been in a long time. When he was seated as deeply as they could get, he stopped and leaned in, catching reddened lips in a sharp kiss, pulling the lower one into his mouth. Obito had stopped moving completely.
Kakashi pulled back and looked at him.
"It--doesn’t hurt?" Obito asked, pupil dilated, breath fast.
"No," Kakashi said, and to demonstrate began to rise and fall, fucking himself on Obito's cock. He arched his neck, panting, moaning a little when they hit the prostate. Making it clear it didn't hurt, in the slightest. Stretched, yes, and felt odd with something inside him, but didn't hurt.
Obito's hands began to move again, little stutter-starts at Kakashi's hips, then stroking his thighs, one hand finally coming around to slide on his cock.
Kakashi groaned, opening his eyes to see Obito focused on fondling Kakashi, though his skin was mottled red. Kakashi picked up the speed a little, tightening around Obito when the man began to stroke him firmly to the same rhythm.
He forced himself to relax again, allowing the intrusion, the stretch as he went down and the hollowness as he came back up. The slide along nerves, the strange sense of being filled, and best of all the fingers wrapped around his dick sending sharp sensation through him.
Obito was nearly whimpering, hands tightening and relaxing, legs shifting. Kakashi picked up the speed yet again, forcing his body to stay loose, to just take the cock easily, let it push in and out, not very large but still filling him enough to stretch skin deep inside. And then Obito gasped and groaned, hand coming off Kakashi's dick to scrabble for a moment at his hips, pulling him down hard.
Kakashi let Obito bury himself, rocked his hips a little to prolong the orgasm, watching the man's chest and neck mottle red. When he was sure the fingers weren't going to scrabble anymore, he linked his hand with Obito's and pulled it back to his cock, stroking slowly.
Obito's eye opened, hazy and red, and after a moment he figured it out and began to pump in earnest, rubbing his thumb over the sensitive head on every upstroke. It didn't take long before Kakashi'd had enough; he let out a breathless little moan and came, hot and sticky between them. Obito pumped for a moment more, drawing it out until it was almost painful, and then stopped.
Kakashi opened his eyes after a long second. He leaned in and nuzzled Obito, shifting until the man's softening dick slipped out. Arms came around him, fingers tangling in his hair.
"You're sure that didn't hurt?" Obito asked uncertainly.
"Mmm. Positive," Kakashi said, planting easy kisses on Obito's neck and shoulders. Then he pulled away, just far enough to grab a blanket and wipe between them before looping a hand under Obito's knees and behind his back, sliding him the few feet needed to get them comfortably lying in bed.
"Damn, Kashi, I'm not a girl," Obito bitched, snuggling down into pillows.
"I noticed," Kakashi said dryly, curling around the smaller man and tugging him close.
There was silence broken only by pigeons cooing outside.
"When do you leave?" Obito asked quietly.
"Tomorrow afternoon."
"So you'll be here in the morning?" The tone was hopeful, sleepy, as if, should Kakashi answer 'no,' Obito would rouse again.
"I'll make breakfast," Kakashi promised.
"All right," Obito sighed, the last of the tension draining out of his body. Kakashi felt his chakra slow, ebbing. A breath from sleep, the Uchiha muttered, "Just watch your elbows."
Kakashi smiled.
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