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I wonder how many paper shuriken I can make with this stack?
Kakashi knew he was reaching his limit when he began contemplating conducting pre-genin activities just to procrastinate on his paperwork. Eyeing the tempting piles all over his desk, he lifted a hand to grab the top sheet. Fold in half, then tear…
“You really shouldn’t be playing with those forms like that, Kakashi-sama.” Shikamaru spoke with the long-suffering sigh of a man forced to put up with his Hokage’s antics as he made his way into the office. Kakashi continued folding without a pause.
“Maa, we both know the Council’s requests are full of nothing,” He countered, finally looking up from his handiwork. “Especially these ones. Don’t I deserve some fun while I’m stuck here? And drop the sama!”
The look Shikamaru sent his way spoke volumes. “Here’s your schedule for today, Hokage-sama. You may want to unfold your shuriken, because the Council wants to discuss the issues outlined on that ‘full of nothing’ paper.” He ignored Kakashi’s request and held up the sheet in his hand. The silver-haired man took it with a pout, mournfully glancing at his finished origami creation.
“So abrupt. Where did your polite demeanor go?” Ah, teasing his subordinates never got old. He should put Tenzo on his guard rotation more often, though his cute kohai might murder him for it. Eyes scanning his itinerary for the day, Kakashi wilted a bit in his seat at the meetings that awaited.
Clearly wanting a smoke but refraining out of the barest remaining respect (Kakashi expected that to vanish as well in a couple more weeks), Shikamaru deadpanned, “It disappeared after the first twelve assassination attempts.” The first few weeks of Kakashi’s reign as Hokage had not passed easily: hoping to take advantage of an “unstable leadership”, various missing-nin had taken their shot at cutting his life short. Now a few months in, the amount of attempts numbered in the thirties. None had succeeded.
Of course, this left his ANBU guard on extreme alert, much to Kakashi’s misfortune. He missed having free time, alone time, sleeping time — any time in general, really. In retaliation (really, none of their guarding efforts were warranted, he could defend himself just fine), Kakashi began to vindictively earn his ideal title of “worst Hokage in history” by evading their best attempts to tail him, frustrating his entire ANBU force. He wanted to make whoever put the hat on his head eat their words.
“Oh well,” Kakashi sighed, stretching his legs out momentarily under his desk. He was starting to feel his age, loath that he was to admit it. “Don’t worry, I’ll show up to the meeting.” Eventually, he added in his head. Really, they should be used to his tardiness at this point. “Dismissed.”
Shikamaru gave a perfunctory bow before taking his leave. Briefly entertaining the fantasy of folding more shuriken, Kakashi shook his head to rid himself of the notion, instead shifting around to a more comfortable position to finish a few more piles of paperwork before the dreaded Council meeting.
~
The meeting room was already buzzing when Kakashi arrived, fashionably late by only half an hour.
It abruptly quieted when he walked in, eyes tracking his movements across the space before he settled at the head of the table. The staring always unsettled him, unnatural after a lifetime in the shadows.
As Kakashi organized the meeting papers in front of him perfunctorily, his gaze swept across the gathered members. Much to his dismay, he spotted Inuzuka Moharu, his least favorite elder, looking particularly smug. We’ll see if I can’t change that look by the end of today, he thought mulishly. It would serve her right for being a giant headache when it came to diplomacy. She always foolishly pushed aggressive strategies as a blatant warhawk. Of course, it didn’t help that Moharu was among the few elders that still recalled the ancient tensions between the Hatake and Inuzuka clans, the near-forgotten feud encouraging her to push back against his every word. If she was happy, it couldn’t mean well for the next few hours.
Unsurprisingly, Moharu cleared her throat meaningfully, obviously intending to speak first. “Fellow honored elders, I have an important topic to bring up.” She waited imperiously for the chatting to settle before continuing. “As we previously discussed, the Rokudaime has a responsibility to pass on his bloodline.” Even though I would prefer he didn’t, her scowl spoke. Kakashi suspected the only reason she pressed the “issue” was to step on his toes.
The room filled with murmurs of assent. I don’t get a say in this? Kakashi lamented internally from his uncomfortable chair. Then again, the previous week’s meeting had ended on a similar note. He had only escaped with the excuse of his cute students waiting for him. No elder wanted to potentially insult the saviors of the world. He had even arrived almost early to their scheduled outing, a true sign of his desperation to avoid Council meetings.
His escape, unfortunately, could not be so simple this time. Kakashi resisted the urge to slump as Moharu prattled on about tradition, history, and responsibility, finally pausing to take a breath when even several Council members looked bored.
Her eyes gleamed with triumph as she made her final point. “Despite our Hokage’s duty to Konoha, he has shirked our concerns and flagrantly made a mockery of them.” Huh. He had? He didn’t recall any recent misdemeanors, except for perhaps playing along with a kidnapping for fun, conning Sasuke into buying dinner, fighting his would-be killer off by himself… nothing that would impact having children, though.
“Hatake Kakashi is married to Uchiha Obito!”
…Ah.
The jarring silence lasted for a few blissful seconds before cries of shock rang out.
“With that monster?!”
“This is an outrage! How haven’t we heard of this?”
You can always count on the elders to dramatically commentate everything, Kakashi thought dryly, well aware of the latent tension in his limbs and the stiffened ANBU in the shadows. During meetings like these, he was extremely thankful for his mask; only half of his face being visible made reading his emotions rather difficult.
“What evidence do you have to prove this?” Another elder’s voice rang out above the rest, quieting the crowd. Moharu puffed up as the attention returned to her to seek answers, obviously enjoying being the center of attention.
“The files here state that they have been married for the past twenty years!” She threw a thick packet of papers onto the table, splaying them out for all to see. Hm. How did she get those? “This is a clear dereliction of duty. How can we trust him to be Hokage if he fails to consider our best interests?!” At this declaration, she looked up challengingly at Kakashi, as if daring him to respond.
Following her gaze, the rest of the Council members zeroed in on Kakashi. He forcefully relaxed his posture, unwilling to give the circling piranhas even a hint of weakness. “Maa, making a big deal out of nothing,” He complained casually, before holding a hand up to halt the explosion of words forming in Moharu’s mouth. “I have never made my relationship with Obito a secret. In fact, you’ll find that our marriage had over two hundred witnesses, and was officiated by a clan head.” No need to mention that all of them passed shortly thereafter in the Uchiha Massacre, so no one knew. “I fail to see why this factors into my ability to bear a child.”
Moharu’s eyes practically bulged out of her head as she spluttered indignantly. “With all due respect, Hatake-sama, Uchiha Obito is a male. Not to mention his… condition as the former Juubi jinchuuriki!” She exclaimed, with absolutely no respect in her tone.
“As an ardent supporter of Orochimaru’s reinstatement, you should be well aware of his capabilities,” Kakashi shot back before Moharu could go off on another tangent about Obito. She had made her thoughts extremely clear during several past meetings: that he should be used as a weapon or put down like a dog. “Having a child is not a concern.” He prayed internally that the Council would drop the topic now that it was clear he wouldn’t “leave Obito” to get a wife and reproduce until he was sixty. Not that I intend to have a child with him either!!!
A meek voice spoke up in the crowd. “Moharu-sama, if I may…” A young man with circular spectacles waved his hand, garnering the attention of those around him. “Uchiha Obito has a strong bloodline. The cells of the Shodaime along with Uchiha and Hatake bloodlines combined would undoubtedly result in strong offspring. This union could be beneficial for Konoha.” Whispers drifted across the room, considering the possibility of a new kekkei genkai. Moharu paused before nodding thoughtfully, turning to Kakashi with a gleam in her eye.
Oh fuck. Now the Council was going to push him to have children with Obito. He ignored the rapid hand signs being exchanged in the shadows behind him. The shinobi gossip mill was going to have a field day over this.
“Of course. These are all excellent points. Hatake-sama, the success of this union is paramount! Why have you waited to bring this to our attention?” Moharu triumphantly smiled, blatantly trying to call his bluff by taking another direction.
Kakashi shrugged offhandedly. “Previous questions were about my intentions to have a child. My relationships are a private matter, and they don’t concern you.” Then he leaned forward, discarding his easy-going demeanor. “On the other hand, I have a question for you, Moharu-san. Where did you get those files? Last I checked, you don’t have clearance to access my personal file.”
The barely hidden accusation hung in the air, rapidly changing the mood. Moharu swallowed. “...I apologize for the intrusion, Hokage-sama. This one was overzealous in her pursuit of knowledge. I was merely thinking of the well-being of our village.”
Silently sighing, Kakashi let up his intense focus on Moharu. Even without the Sharingan, it seemed people still feared his gaze. “Maa, no need to be so nervous. Let’s move on to the next topic, shall we?” After a few seconds, a younger woman cleared her throat into the silence, beginning to speak about wheat yields in western Konoha.
Kakashi resigned himself to sitting in an uncomfortable chair for several more hours, now with the added distraction of his ANBU boring holes into his back.
~
In Kakashi’s defense, his “marriage” had seemed irrelevant when the world was ending around him.
After Obito miraculously survived his usage of the Juubi and the Rinnegan, he was too relieved that his teammate was back, truly back, to inform him of their change in marital status. Then he became Hokage and pardoned Obito, who was now looking for a place to live, and what better place than the gigantic, empty mansion that came included with his hat and robes? In his opinion, it should’ve been Obito’s anyway.
The first day started off extremely awkward. Obito kept glancing at him like he was going to march him back to his cell or run away terrified. To be fair, that was a lot of what he had gotten in his stay at Konoha so far — the residual horns and white streaks in his hair didn’t encourage much friendliness.
Once he added Obito’s chakra to the wards, comfortingly warm yet charged with an unfamiliar flicker, Kakashi made a point of sticking by him as they explored the mansion. Though his ANBU did not appreciate the gesture (Senpai, please exercise some caution, Tenzo had asked him painfully. Maa, you know me, he had responded with a wink, eliciting a pained groan from his kohai), Obito clearly did, relaxing slightly as the afternoon and evening passed. Kakashi counted that as a success.
The first night did not go as smoothly.
Kakashi sat up slowly, left eye twinging with phantom pain and hand still burning buzzing numb blood up his arm don’t feel guilty, Kakashi—
The cool trickle of tap water did little to calm his thoughts.
His teenage habit for dealing with nightmares had become second nature. Kakashi was staring but not seeing the rivulets of water traveling down his palm, accentuating the sprawling Chidori scars earned over several decades, when the first prod of Obito’s chakra registered in his senses. The warm tone surrounded his body before settling at his nape, emanating inquisitive yet soothing vibes.
Kakashi swore. Stupid of me to forget that Obito can sense my panic. Being a former jinchuuriki, especially for the Juubi, meant that Obito was extremely in tune with the chakra around him—he had told Kakashi as much the previous day, not wanting him to feel uncomfortable with his newfound abilities. I’m going to have to put up secondary wards around my room.
The relaxing pressure at the back of his neck loosened his muscles. Giving in to temptation, he sank down to sit and lean back against the wooden cabinet. His fatigue suddenly swamped his mind, body finally remembering that it was four in the morning, blurring his awareness. Resting his head sideways against the wall, Kakashi unceremoniously passed out on the bathroom floor to the sound of running tap water and the warmth of Obito’s chakra.
In the morning, his joints complained about his choice of sleeping position. Getting up with a weary groan, he scrubbed his face at the still-running sink to remove all traces of drowsiness and walked into the kitchen to find Obito waiting with two mugs of tea.
“I don’t think there’s any food in this house,” The pepper-haired man explained sheepishly, offering him a steaming cup. “All I found was this tea hidden away in the cupboards.” Kakashi took a cautious sip. It tasted exactly like he remembered from his childhood.
He never put up the secondary wards.
The second night, Kakashi snapped awake as an unearthly chakra spiked across the hallway. Hesitating slightly as Obito’s chakra wavered and burst out in badly controlled waves (Obito had always been worse than him at chakra control. Kakashi believed it was because of his inhuman chakra reserves), he eventually decided to send a trickle of his chakra toward the other. Focusing on intermingling their chakra and regulating his breathing, Kakashi eventually slipped into a thankfully dreamless sleep.
In the morning, Obito was waiting with another mug of tea. In mutual agreement, neither of them mentioned the past two nights, Kakashi instead frying a few eggs he had bought the previous day before rushing out to his office.
Eventually, they settled into a comforting routine. One (or both) of them would jolt awake silently (never screaming, life as shinobi had trained them out of that), then allow the other to sense their chakra. Obito seemed to prefer wrapping his chakra around him, while Kakashi went for tangling chakra threads together. Either way, Obito would always be up earlier and waiting with tea, and neither of them ever talked about it.
Which was perfectly fine with Kakashi! Talking about things was unnecessary. It was enough for him that Obito was living in his house, sharing meals with him, and sometimes even taking care of his ninken. It made him feel a bit bad, sometimes, for having Obito take care of his chores, before he reminded himself that his husband had started the Fourth Great Ninja War. Obito could handle washing a few dishes.
Speaking of his husband-hood, Kakashi knew Obito had a right to know his marital status. But… he had been gone for so many years. And their remnants of a connection had sometimes been the only thing he had left. It’s selfish, but I can’t help but wish it would stay.
When he had come back from that mission, the Uchiha matriarch had brought him to their main compound. Mikoto had looked at him carefully, before patting his head lightly. Fugaku will let you keep the eye, she promised, if you take the Uchiha name. As per tradition, an eye exchange represents a bond blessed by Amaterasu.
Kakashi agreed. Obito had been like sunshine in his gloomy life, though his methods of cajoling him out of sullenness were questionable. He had never been naive enough to assume that Obito cared for him more than he did any other, but now…
It was his duty, as Obito’s husband, to carry his eye with honor. To see the world. Even if he wanted to lay down and die, dig down into the dirt and sleep forever, turn himself into pure lighting and disperse into the skies; even though he had failed Obito over and over again and allowed his new kin to be slaughtered; even when the title of husband rang hollow in his chest, then burned like a firebrand after Rin; even as Minato and Kushina gave their lives and left him to stand at their graves and cook their favorite foods and look at their son—
I can’t let Obito see another teammate die, he had reasoned with himself guiltily. I can’t end it all now. Not yet. After ANBU… after my duty as a shinobi is done… As Hound, he could serve Konoha. And even after, he would continue working for the will of fire that Obito, Rin, Minato, and Kushina had given their lives for. Though they had all left, he would carry on their legacy, and fight toward a better world that Obito’s eye deserved to see.
Then the Fourth War happened.
If you really want a reason, then… it’s because you let Rin die.
So that had proved what he already knew. Kakashi wasn’t worth coming back to Konoha for. And why would he be? He had failed to protect Rin. He was steeped in darkness, cold and unyielding. Why would Obito ever choose him when he couldn’t provide any warmth of his own? He could never compare to a world-ending love.
(It hurts like jagged glass, but he swallows it anyway. He's spoken so many lies that telling them to himself is pointless.)
And after the ending of the war, having a clusterfuck of a Hokage ceremony, and dealing with reformed criminals, and evading dozens of assassinations, well… Obito clearly wasn’t interested. Selfish, Kakashi admonished himself, but if he told Obito about their marriage, he already knew what response he would get.
(Of course, Kakashi had tried. Just a bit. Walking out in the mornings with his shirt off, making lewd innuendos, even making sure Obito caught him fresh out of the shower… all had failed. Obito was either immune to seduction tactics, or he was entirely uninterested in anything Kakashi had to offer. Considering prior evidence, he was forced to conclude the latter was true.
Obito lived in his house, shared his space. This would be enough for him. It had to be.)
Now it was five in the afternoon, and Kakashi was standing at the memorial stone again, forced to confront their relationship anyway. After his customary greeting, he stood in silence for a few minutes, before a spike in chakra sharpened his awareness.
“Report,” He turned and demanded the masked agent, who had landed next to him in a kneel.
Bear looked up before speaking. “Hokage-sama, an… issue has arisen in the supermarket involving Uchiha Obito. We have not stepped in yet, as no violence has occurred. Citizens remain restless and aggressive. What are your orders?”
Fuck. This was the second time in as many weeks. Hatred and tension still ran high after the war even months later, and Obito was their constant target. I should really stop him from grocery shopping again. “I’ll resolve this incident. Has he left the area?”
“No, sir.” Kakashi sighed. Last time, Obito had insisted on apologizing to each civilian, even though they had been rude beyond measure (unfortunately, quite understandably considering his role in the war. That didn’t mean he had to be happy about it). Scowling in frustration, he sped through the signs for a shunshin and disappeared silently.
~
Obito just wanted some eggplant.
It had been Kakashi’s favorite since childhood, and he had wanted to make eggplant miso soup for their dinner tonight. Kakashi had told him about the upcoming Council meeting, and he knew how stressful they were for him.
So in the late afternoon, he walked out into the market, back itching with the myriad of unfamiliar chakra signatures around him and the ever-present ANBU. He had even managed to grab most of his groceries before the store owner began shouting at him.
He had been making small talk with the frightened cashier, doing his best to alleviate the shake in her hands and nervous glances by sharing his quest for eggplant, when a man stormed up to the counter, already glaring at his face—or more accurately, his horns and hair. Oh, it’s one of these people. He looked middle-aged, but still young enough to have a partner on the front lines. However, while that in itself was fairly common, actually storming up to him and creating a confrontation was definitely not, given his volatile reputation.
The man’s face was twisted in rage. “How dare you come here in this shop, after what you’ve done?” Hm. Chakra stores above average, coils sharply defined, chakra nature is wind. Feeling angry, devastated, and embroiled in grief.
We could end him, a tiny voice whispered in his ear. We could end them all. Return them to nature, where they belong. Obito pushed it away to the corner of his mind.
“I’m sorry sir, but could I finish checking out? I just want to bring these home before dinner.” He tried for a winning smile, but he was sure it pulled horrendously at his scar lines. Just as the man scowled, eyes narrowed but somewhat unwilling to fight in a store (much less with the rumored to be insane Juubi jinchuuriki), a woman in the line behind him scoffed.
Condescension rained from her expression. Average chakra stores, coils bursting with energy, chakra nature of water. Scared but hiding it, angry above all else. “Hmph. You don’t need to eat anyway, monster. Why are you shopping? Playing housewife for the Hokage?”
“I… live in the same residence as the Hokage…” Obito replied, honestly confused at the new wave of muttering that rose around them at her words. “I apologize if this offends you. Could I just get my food now—” Smack. The man from before had reached out, emboldened by the prescence of a peer, and hit Obito's groceries out of his hands, sneering at his shocked stare.
“So, how does it feel to get on your knees for the Hokage, huh?” Gasps from the peanut gallery. “I guess you must be really good at sucking dick if he let you into Konoha for—” He was cut off as Obito took a step closer to him, face suddenly cold.
Obito took another threatening step forward. “What did you just say?” He couldn’t believe this random shinobi was going around badmouthing Kakashi. After all his teammate had sacrificed for Konoha, his dedication to duty, and now this man was doubting the integrity of his choices on the basis of… Obito sucking his dick???
Wait, what?
“Uh. Hold on. What?!” Obito exclaimed in genuine confusion. I’ve been yelled at for legitimate reasons before, but never for… exchanging sexual favors!! The other man recovered from his fear, seemingly encouraged by Obito’s bewildered stare.
“There’s no point in pretending anymore. Your ‘marriage’ with Hatake just proves you don’t belong here,” My marriage?????? “Can’t believe that a bitch like you started a war—”
He suddenly cut himself off, eyes wide and face pale. Obito spun around to face Kakashi, who was looking vaguely murderous, with a slightly hysterical grin. He spoke into the building silence, “Kakashi! So nice to see you. What’s this about our marriage?” Kakashi shrugged offhandedly, chakra buzzing in the way that meant he was nervous, while shooting him a look that said ‘we’ll talk about this later’.
“Why, dearest, it’s not surprising that everyone already knows about our union,” Kakashi eye-smiled fakely, aggravating the aggressive man further. Well, much less aggressive now that the Hokage has shown up.
Obito glared at him, trying to loudly communicate ‘FUNNY OF YOU TO SAY THAT WHEN I CLEARLY DON’T KNOW ABOUT IT.’ The message had gotten across if the sheepish crackle in Kakashi’s chakra said anything.
“I— Hokage-sama, you—”
Kakashi cut him off viciously. “Well. Taman-san, right? It’s… refreshing to hear your opinions expressed so loudly. I’m sure that in the future, instead of yelling at my husband, you’ll bring your concerns up to my office, hm? We can have a pleasant discussion about your future as a shinobi.”
As if that weren’t enough to get his point across, he stepped even closer to Taman, who was now completely white-faced in terror. Speaking only loudly enough for the two of them to hear, Kakashi whispered something else in his ear. Obito had no idea what his, apparently now husband, had said, but he could make an educated guess from the whisper of killing intent and Taman’s shaking. The crowd around them had gone silent, unwilling to speak up in the face of their Rokudaime.
Kakashi shot a look at the woman from before, indicating that he hadn’t forgotten her transgression either, before offering an arm to Obito. “Let’s go, husband.” Mouth dry at the protective display of power, Obito nodded and took his elbow, and they disappeared in a silent shunshin.
The ANBU on duty sighed in frustration as both of their charges vanished again.
~
“He’s lucky I didn’t break his arm right there and then,” Kakashi fumed, storming into the mansion. “You already sacrificed the Rinnegan and the Juubi for the rebirth. It’s not your fault his wife is missing!”
He whirled around and pointed at Obito. “And you! Idiot, why didn’t you just leave? I know you can use Kamui perfectly fine, even if ANBU doesn’t like it.” In his anger, he lost his typically aloof demeanor, glare reminiscent of his youth. Turning around and glaring at the counter, Kakashi took a deep breath. It’s fine. He’s safe. I’ll just turn around and head to my room, and everything will be fine—
Warmth suddenly enveloped his back. “Kakashi, look at me,” Obito’s voice whispered beside his ear. With a slight shiver, his body obeyed before his mind processed what was happening. His eyes were immediately attacked by a frontal assault with the full force of Obito’s attention. “What’s this about our marriage?”
“I— Obito, it’s… when I— I’m sorry.” The flustered beating of Kakashi’s heart died a harsh and sudden death as Obito’s question fully registered. “It’s my fault.”
He wanted to sag to the floor and melt away in a puddle of misery, but he owed Obito at least this much of an explanation. Kakashi straightened his back to prepare himself for the inevitable pain, but even then, he couldn’t bring himself to meet Obito’s eyes. He settled for staring at the fridge instead.
Obito tensed at the sudden blankness in Kakashi’s expression. Even his chakra had been pulled in tightly, a remnant of his time in ANBU, making sensing things difficult. The only indicator he had of something extremely wrong was the uncontrolled roiling that Kakashi couldn’t suppress in his coils.
“An eye exchange is traditionally equivalent to marriage for Uchiha clan members,” The younger explained flatly, eyes fixed and unseeing. “It was the only way they would let me keep your eye. I’m sorry, I couldn't let them take it away. I understand if it makes you uncomfortable, and, well…”
The obvious fact that Obito loved Rin blocked his throat with a lump for a moment. Kakashi had been devoted to Obito after death: picking up his habits, telling him stories at the stone, trying to follow his nindo and pass it on to his students. But when Obito had been alive, what had he given? Rude comments and arguments about rules? It came as no surprise that Obito would prefer Rin’s caring touch and soothing words.
And Obito had loved her so much he wanted to end the world to see her again. He had left the village (left his grandmother, left the remnants of his team, left him) to achieve his goal. It had stung, seeing him across the battlefield, but of course he had left—Rin was gone, by Kakashi's hand. What right did he have to demand Obito’s affection for an eye exchange he had made to continue seeing Rin?
“...it would be best if you played along for a while, though.” Kakashi awkwardly finished his sentence, shifting his weight. “The Council has been badgering me about having children, and you would help me out a lot if you just continued doing what you already do. I mean, of course, if you don’t want to do that, I… we’ll just do something else.” He made to push Obito’s arms out of his way, intending to slink toward his bedroom to wait for inevitable heartbreak. “Maa, I’ll just leave you to think on— it?!”
In shock, Kakashi looked up at the other’s face as he pinned him down to the counter again. The searing heat of Obito’s palms on his hips could be felt through his standard shinobi pants, muddling his thoughts. “You’re right, I don’t want to continue doing what we already do.” Obito stared him in the eyes, gazing into the depths of his soul.
“Oh.” Kakashi’s heart sank, and he hung his head, staring at the ground to try and disguise his aching hurt. “I see. I— ah!”
Obito had ground their hips together, interrupting Kakashi mid-sentence. “Bakashi. I don’t want to continue because I want to do more,” He elaborated with a scowl. “Stop your angsting. And don’t look at me like that!” Kakashi was now looking up at him in hope, feeling the slightest hints of watery tears building up at the corner of his eyes.
“Like what?” He spoke faintly, trying to control the shake in his voice. Obito let out an inhuman growl before pulling his mask down abruptly, leaning in, and pressing their lips together.
The heat of Obito’s mouth overwhelmed Kakashi’s mind, thoughts fizzling out like sparks. Taking advantage of his gasp, the older slotted his tongue inside and promptly began exploring, encouraged by the breathy whines Kakashi let out against his will.
Noticing his partner running out of breath, Obito drew back slightly. “Damn puppy eyes,” He muttered quietly. “Like that. Unless you want to be kissed within an inch of your life.” Kakashi stood winded, stunned by the other’s actions.
“But— Rin?” He couldn’t help asking, head still whirling with worries and anxiety. Obito’s face softened, and he brought up his hands to cup Kakashi’s face.
“She was my first love. But you were my second,” He confessed, brushing a stray strand of hair off of Kakashi’s cheek. “I listened to you talk when I could—I guess I’m lucky you never noticed my stalking from Kamui,” He added dryly. “Even when I was hellbent on ending the world, you were my constant. And I know Rin would’ve wanted us to be happy.”
Seeing Kakashi rendered speechless, Obito took the opportunity to swoop in for another kiss. And another. Struggling to get his bearings together, Kakashi frantically covered the other’s mouth with his hand, his usually covered face flushed red. “Obito! Wait, I—”
“Yes, husband?” Having removed Kakashi’s hand, Obito found himself quite pleased with the sight in front of him. “Anything you want?” He asked sultrily, watching Kakashi’s gaze follow his tongue as he licked his lips.
Kakashi swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. “Take me to bed,” He demanded, a burst of confidence emboldening his words.
“As you wish, dearest,” Obito teased, echoing Kakashi’s words from earlier in the day, before suddenly scooping him up in a bridal carry, the younger letting out a surprised yelp. “We’ve been married for twenty years, but we haven’t consummated our marriage yet. Why don’t we make up for lost time?”
~
“O-Obito, c’mon— nngh, haahh—”
“Patience, Kakashi. We don’t want you to get hurt now, do we?”
Kakashi glares at the smug bastard behind him. “You know damn well I’m prepared!” He retorts waspishly. “Hurry up— Ah!”
Obito smirks as he jabs Kakashi’s prostate cruelly in return, fingers squelching with lube. “Do you really want me to stop?” He asks rhetorically. The answer is clear from the way Kakashi rocks back onto his fingers uncontrollably, despite the whines he unsuccessfully tries to muffle into the mattress.
“Fuck—” Kakashi has been skirting the edge ever since Obito started stretching him. He whimpers pitifully as the fingers inside him expertly massage his sweet spot, sending shocks of electric pleasure racing up his spine. They had both been long since divested of all their clothing, hands exploring each other’s bodies thoroughly.
It was taking too much of his focus to stay upright on his knees as Obito requested, chest pressed down onto the sheets below and back curved in a delicious arch. Kakashi’s nipples drag against the fabric during every skillful thrust of Obito’s fingers, only adding to the sensations overwhelming his body.
His fingers scrabble uselessly on the sheets as Obito’s other hand suddenly envelopes his cock, rough calluses on his palm scraping sensually down his shaft. “Obito—! Wait, I’ll— ahn, ah, AH—” Both hands only speed up, intensifying the shaking in Kakashi’s limbs. I want him inside first!
“Don’t worry, I’ll let you cum on my dick later,” Obito purrs in his ear, reading his jerky hesitation. “Now, cum for me. Let me hear all of your noises.” Kakashi has no choice but to comply, body tensing as he loudly moans his release, spurting jets of white onto Obito’s hand. Throughout his orgasm, Obito continues milking his prostate, prolonging the pleasure until Kakashi’s legs give out.
Collapsing onto his side, Kakashi’s head swims, an enjoyable buzz hovering throughout his body. Through hazy eyes, he feels more than sees Obito chuckle, before the other reaches down and flips him over. “So pretty,” Obito mutters, fingers lazily exploring his chest while Kakashi recovers slightly, taking deep breaths.
The younger man looks good enough to eat. Kakashi’s rarely revealed face is dazed and debauched, blush extending down to his chest. His cock is flushed red, beads of cum still dribbling from the tip. Eyeing the delicious sight, Obito contemplates leaning down and sucking him off until he cries.
However, he has mercy and makes good on his promise, instead positioning Kakashi’s legs on his shoulders and aligning his dick to the tempting entrance. As Kakashi’s muscles were already stretched and further relaxed from his earlier orgasm, Obito thrusts his length fully inside with one smooth movement.
“Obito—!—!!” Kakashi cries out his name, trailing off into a whine. So full! “Ah, please— wait, wait a second—” Obito’s dick presses against all the sensitive spots inside him, stretching him out more than he had imagined. His muscles uncontrollably clench around the intrusion, only serving to intensify every sensation.
“Sensitive, aren’t you?” Obito teases, grinding his hips in small circles to somewhat allow Kakashi time to adjust. The latter tries to muffle his whimpers with both hands unsuccessfully. “No no, none of that. I want to hear you cry.” Deciding he has shown enough restraint, Obito reaches up and pins Kakashi’s wrists down as he spills out embarrassing noises he tries to choke down unsuccessfully.
Despite the searing bliss, it wasn’t enough for either of them to reach their peak. Shifting gears once Kakashi appears somewhat adjusted, Obito lets go of the other’s wrists, instead switching to his waist, and begins a punishing rhythm of vigorous thrusts, striking Kakashi’s prostate with every repetition and punching out loud exclamations. His shaky hands clutch at Obito’s horns and hair in an effort to gain some stability, drawing out a groan in harmony with his own moans.
As the wet heat of Kakashi’s hole draws him in, Obito licks one of Kakashi’s pretty pink nipples and swirls the sensitive bud around, creating a chain reaction of twitching limbs and tightening core muscles. “I—I’m going to— again, if you keep— mmnh! Angh—!”
Kakashi gasps as Obito doesn’t let up, instead digging his teeth in and biting around his chest. Cumming with a cry, the intense pleasure quickly transforms into overstimulation. “Pl—please, enough— ah—aah—!!—!” Obito fucks tears into his eyes, thrusts quickly becoming rough and uneven as he nears completion. “Ah, ahn—ghh—”
Seconds later, Obito groans his release, Kakashi letting out a half-sob at the flood of warmth filling his twitching body. Completely exhausted, his body finally relaxes into the mattress with Obito still inside him, the other man laying on top of him with his full weight and whispering praises into Kakashi’s ear.
After the other pulls out, they cuddle for several minutes, Kakashi contentedly snuggling up to Obito’s side. Losing track of time, Kakashi stares blearily up at Obito sometime later as he gently extracts himself from their cuddling. “I’m going to get some stuff to clean you up,” He whispers, before padding away barefoot to the restroom.
Sighing in contentment, Kakashi makes a lackluster face at the sensation of cum leaking out of him, before reverting back to a smile. Even the uncomfortable feeling couldn’t overcome his sheer joy at Obito’s reciprocation. Twenty years late, huh? That’s just like him…
Obito walks back toward the bedroom, holding a wet towel, before pausing in the doorway. Confused, Kakashi props himself up against the headboard to look at his partner and tilts his head. “Obito? What’s wrong?” He winces at the rawness apparent in his voice.
“...” Seemingly unable to control himself, Obito strides quickly across the room and climbs onto the bed, cloth forgotten on the side. “You’re so pretty, you know? Why in the world do you wear a mask, hm, Bakashi?”
Batting Obito’s hands away from his face with a blush, Kakashi pouts in embarrassment and looks to the side. “Shut up, Ahobito. It’s just a normal face…” The pepper-haired man lets his hands fall to Kakashi’s sides, trailing kisses down his torso.
“You’re beautiful,” Obito insists, making his way lower. “And I just can’t resist…” Pushing up Kakashi’s legs, the older experimentally licks at his perineum.
“Wha— Obito, what are you— mmnhgh—” His words quickly jumble from the feeling of Obito’s tongue pushing into his hole, pressing against his sensitive spots, and cleaning out the remnants of release. “Wait, you— it’s too much— wait—”
Replacing his tongue temporarily with his fingers, Obito kisses his inner thigh softly before sucking a vibrant red mark, starkly apparent against Kakashi’s pale complexion. “You can give me one more, Kakashi,” He coaxes gently, while stirring up his insides with skilled fingers. “For me. One last time…”
For him, for him, Kakashi’s mind infinitely repeats, stilling the protests forming in his mouth. The burning overstimulation is right on the cusp of pleasure-pain, making him writhe against the mattress. Whether his bucking movements were for futile attempts at escape or for more didn’t matter; Obito drags him onto his tongue and pins them solidly, eating him out voraciously as Obito’s eye hungrily observes his every reaction.
Vision swimming with renewed tears, he cries out again and again as that wicked tongue licks deeper. Lost in the electrifying pleasure, Kakashi whimpers and whines, unable to form words against the tidal wave of sensation. His hips give aborted twitches every few seconds, only emphasizing Obito’s absolute control over his body.
Untouched dick twitching every few seconds, Kakashi drags up his last bits of coherency to beg. “Obi— ah— Obito, please, touch me—”
“But I am,” Obito says innocently, once again replacing his mouth with fingers and cruelly targeting Kakashi’s prostate, effectively rendering him speechless. “Tell me what you want, Kakashi.” He commands, Sharingan whirling as he continues ruining Kakashi. Damn you, Obito! You know I can’t—
Obito smiles smugly as he watches Kakashi struggle toward coherency. “Ah— mhn— touch my— ah, ahh— dick, you jerk—!—!!”
“Magic word?”
“Fuck you!”
Obito pinches one of his nipples in payback, drawing out a long whine and intensified squirming, before mock scowling down at him. “Come now, don’t be a brat.”
“PLEASE!”
Kakashi is at his wits’ end, barely clinging to the edge of his sanity. That last bit is completely decimated as Obito mercifully (or maybe mercilessly) strokes his cock from base to top with one finger. Combined with the tongue now breaching his entrance again, Kakashi screams as his third orgasm hits him with the force of a train, dick straining and jerking but releasing no fluids.
Sobbing with the exertion, Kakashi’s eyes roll back, limbs quivering through his dry orgasm. Obito has milked him completely dry, and even now he continues prolonging the most intense climax Kakashi’s ever been through. As the extreme high begins to turn toward acute overstimulation, he doesn’t even have the strength to stop Obito’s ministrations, reduced to moans and tears.
At last, Obito looks up, biting Kakashi’s thighs before he takes in the complete picture. His husband looks absolutely fucked out, reddened chest rising with labored breaths and body spasming with residual pleasure. Grinning like a cat that got the cream, Obito is so hard that he only needs a few pumps before he releases with a choked moan into his own hand.
Picking up the previously abandoned towel, Obito wipes both of them down, being extra gentle for Kakashi. When he collapses into bed after discarding the sullied cloth, he thinks Kakashi has already fallen asleep, before the other cracks open a tired eye.
Obito tugs him closer to his chest, burrowing his face into silver strands of hair. Making a contented noise, Kakashi snuggles closer. “I love you, husband.” Obito declares, tangling their limbs further together.
“...Love you too…” Kakashi mumbles, already nearly passed out.
They fall asleep in each other’s arms, blissed out and filled with warmth.
~
After having a big breakfast in the morning (neither of them had remembered to cook dinner with the hard-bought groceries), Kakashi jauntily shunshined into the office. Taking a seat with only half a wince, his smile was barely hidden by his mask.
Halfway through his first stack of papers, Cat walked into the room, looking supremely awkward and holding a poorly wrapped box. The ANBU gently placed the present onto his desk before backing away several paces. Tilting his head in confusion, he glanced at Tenzo to make sure it wasn’t dangerous before opening the lid.
He was confronted with a stack of poison-release seals. “Cat, why did you bring me these?” Kakashi looked up and tilted his head, further confused when his question was met with clearly embarrassed body language.
“Uh, congrats on your, um, marriage, Lord Hokage,” Tenzo stuttered out, looking like he wanted to bolt out the window immediately. “From the ANBU.”
“...Thank you? A bit late though,” Kakashi teased, putting the box in one of his drawers. “It was twenty years ago. Picking up my habits, hm?”
“Your consummation was last night, senp— sir, so it’s hardly late,” Cat pointed out, habitually attempting to escape Kakashi’s playful accusations, belatedly pausing in horror at his mistake.
Kakashi narrowed his eyes. “How did you—” He froze in identical horror as he realized his ANBU guard had heard all of his vigorous activity the night before. “—oh.”
The former captain and kouhai stared at each other.
“...I don’t suppose it’ll be any use trying to keep this silent?” Kakashi asked despairingly. If ANBU locker gossip featured their tryst, then the entirety of Konoha would be aware by nightfall, if they weren't already.
The slow shake of Tenzo’s head only confirmed his fears. Shit. “Dismissed.”
Tenzo gratefully disappeared out the window. Kakashi wished he could do the same thing.
Sighing, Kakashi slumped back into his seat, smiling ruefully as he twirled Obito’s chakra ring around his finger.
Well. At least the Council will approve of our “baby-making” activities…