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If he had known that being the sensei of a team of gen-nin would be this exhausting on his part, he surely never would have agreed to leave ANBU to take up this new position. His team, team 7, was slowly driving him insane, he thought. Wether it be for Sasuke and Naruto's constant fighting and bickering or Sakura's obsession with the one of the last Uchiha, Obito was getting increasingly more frustrated by each mission, which they usually barely survived thanks to these reckless children.

Today's mission had been especially bad. Obito had had to fight his way through a hoard of bandits and thugs, to save Naruto. He also wished he could save Naruto from himself, as the boy was reckless beyond believe, reminding Obito too much of himself. 'Please grow up faster', he had often chanted in his mind. Even though they drove him insane he loved them and would give his life to protect them. Sometimes he wondered if every shinobi sensei had such a high regard for their students, but he surely hoped so.

On the way to his apartment a sudden longing crept up in his groin as he was unconsciously seeking a form of stress relief. It didn't occur quite too often but sometimes he found himself oddly aroused after especially bad missions - must be the hormones and adrenaline. This was just another one of those times and he contemplated just getting himself off to one of his illegally acquired adult magazines - they were frowned apon by the elders and most shinobi, but Obito had recognized many of his fellow jounin and chuunin buying his favourite magazines, the Icha Icha men picture edition (a magazine filled with filthy images inspired by the adult novel hit series Icha Icha Flitparadise).
But for some reason the idea of strocking himself to completion alone in his bedroom didn't spark any joy or satisfaction inside of him. He was longing for human contact more than ever, needed that sweet feeling of hot friction between him and a partner. His cold bedsheets just wouldn't do this time, so he decided, for the second time in his life, to pay the red light district of Konoha a visit in search for a little relief.

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The last time he had been in the darkest corner of the village, obscene neon lights plastered on every building, was a few years ago when his worst mission to date had shaken him to the core. Then he had taken out his frustration and anger towards himself on a young skinny hocker. To this day he couldn't recall how long he had solicited this poor boy's service - though he had paid what seemed like a fortune.

After a quick shower to get the grime, sweat and blood of his tanned skin, he put on his civilian outfit, a black tight turtleneck, grey jeans, a pair of plain white sneakers and a small orange shoulder bag - he had put it together himself and was quite pleased with how it had turned out, how the orange bag created a nice highlight on the otherwise monochrome and clean fit. Then he stuffed his wallet, a packet of condoms and a shuriken - you never know - into the small rectangular bag, before heading out, reactivating the wards around his apartment.

A mere fifteen minute walk later he already spotted the first few dubious looking bars and hotels, obviously shady neon signs decorating the front of the buildings. Vaguely he could recall the dark backalley where he had picked up the young hocker the last time so he headed towards it. He surely hadn't expected to find anyone in the shadiest alley of the red light district that wasn't already completely wasted, but what he very much hadn't expected was to find someone delivering a punch to another someone. The older man stumbled over and fell onto the wet floor, cursing at the figure above him. The one whose fist had flown right at the other's face was tall and skinny, skin as pale as the moon and a forest of spicky silver hair hanging from his head. He wore tight black leather trousers, combat boots and a tight black see-through mesh top, showing off his skinny waist and muscular chest and abs. In Obito's eyes this man was as close to what he had imagined a god to look like than anyone else he had ever met and he stood frozen at the corner watching the scene unfold. 
"You fucking slut!", the older spat and got back up with an anything but graceful motion.
"Stupid piece of shit, give me my money.", the silverette said calmly, almost sounding bored.
The older man threw him a look and growled as he took out his wallet and filed through it like he was looking for a hidden file in an archive. Finally he found what he was looking for and furiously threw a few bills at the silver-haired escort.
"Worst fuck of my entire life.", he snarled and turned on his heel. The hooker grunted and watched his customer leave.
"No wonder you didn't feel much with that small dick of your's.", the silverette shouted after him after picking up the bills that were slowly soaking into the wet concrete floor, stuffing them into the backpockets of his trousers.
Obito was sure he had found his partner for the night and walked over to the silver-haired beauty who was fixing his hair and shirt in the window of one of the bars. The closer Obito got to him the faster his heart was beating, while a welcome warmth made itself know in his pelvis.
"How much?", he blurted out as their eyes met, totally forgetting his manners.
"Well, hey first of all.", the silverette said dully, his voice low and soothing in Obito's ears. "And it depends."

"Depends on what?", Obito asked his hands already sweating and cock twitching in anticipation.
"Depends on how much I enjoy it, pretty.", the silver-haired hooker said teasingly with a smirk on his beautiful pale face and Obito stepped closer fully taking in the sight of this god-like creature. The escort had a hand in the pocket of his trousers while he moved a few strands of shining silver hair out of his face with the other, showing more of his dark grey eyes. Obito almost caught himself drooling and decided he had to act quickly. "Sound good to me.", he smirked and took the hooker by the hand, guiding him towards the next love hotel with no resistance on his part.
Obito paid for a standard room, nothing fancy or too shabby, and then led his escort through the hotel in silence. All the while anticipation and excitement had started to collect in his pelvis, aching for some sweet friction.
"I'm Obito, by the way.", he stopped in front of their room to unlock it.
"Kakashi.", the silverette gave him a slight wave of his free hand, that Obito found just way too cute. They exchanged a friendly smile and stumbled into the dark room. Obito fumbled for the light switch while pressing Kakashi's body against his, sighing with relief and arousal. He eyed the silverette's face, taking in every milimeter of lovely alabaster skin in the dim light of the warm cheap old lamp.
"Fuck, you're so beautiful.", Obito murmured as if caught in a trance.
"I get that a lot.", the silver-haired escort chuckled, his eyes forming into half moons while a soft smile graced his lips.
"Probably 'cuz you are.", Obito said, hands wandering to Kakashi's neck and cheeks to pull him into a gentle kiss. The silverette hummed into his mouth while Obito licked down the length of his tongue, wanting to taste every part of him. Kakashi tasted of mint gum and bitter lemon and Obito got lost in the minty sting and numbing citrus on his palate. Unfortunately he had to untangle himself from Kakashi to breath. The silverette licked his lips and hummed in what seemed like approval. A split second later Obito had his hands on the skinny figure, guiding him towards the bed. Gently he laid the light body down on the bed, running his right hand over his chest and stomach. Quickly he pulled off his turtleneck, threw it and his orange bag on the floor and helped Kakashi out if his mesh shirt, not once breaking eye contact. Now that their upper bodies were no longer covered by clothing, Obito could finally appreciate the sight of Kakashi's smooth alabaster skin. The way the muscles in his stomach flexed as Obito straddled his legs. How his biceps contracted as thin pale arms moved around Obito's shoulders pulling him closer while he started thrusting up against tight leather pants. He smashed their lips together for another kiss, much more heated and hungry this time, both of them panting and moaning into each other's mouths. Obito felt he was burning up, the need to thrust into the beautiful lithe body under him becoming overwhelming. Driven by his impatience he slid his hand under the hem of Kakashi's pants meeting the soft tip of the man's erect member. The silverette moaned as Obito pulled down the leather trousers, watching his cock break free from the tightness of his pants. He wanted to suck and lick along the pink hardening length, but his own cock was screaming for attention so he scrambled out of his pants, throwing his shoes away mindlessly. Reluctantly he took his eyes off of the beautiful man to fiddle one of the condoms out of his bag. As his eyes returned to the bed he couldn't hold back an aroused groan. Watching Kakashi stretch himself open with three fingers, his glowing silver hair was sweaty, sticking to his face, and his eyes closed. Obito stood frozen for a few seconds taking in the picture in front of him, forever saving it in his mind with the sharingan. Mindlessly he threw the condom onto the bed, his cock twitching wildly in anticipation as he climbed back into the heat between Kakashi's legs, touching every patch of pale skin he could get his hands on, kissing his way up from the silverette's groin to his mouth. He squirmed and twitched under Obito's caressing hands and tongue and he loved every little whine and groan that came from that pretty mouth.
"I want you to ride me.", Obito breathed against Kakashi's sternum, giving him a look before flipping both of them over. He watched as the silverette slid down to his knees to take Obito's leaking cock into his hand, giving it a few long strokes before licking the pre-cum off of the sensitive tip. Obito had to hold himself back from bucking his hips up to fuck that beautiful mouth, one hand fisting Kakashi's hair and the other clawing at the bedsheets. Once the man took his length into the wet heat of his mouth, Obito thought it was over, but he used a tiny amount chakra to suppress his release a little longer. The lewd wet slurping noises coming from the hooker had his cock twitching and throbbing.
"Shit, I need to fuck you, now.", his voice was raspy and choked as he pulled Kakashi off of his aching erection. The man smirked at him with hooded eyes, climbing up his body on all fours until his pelvis was directly over Obito's, cocks rubbing against each other. He grabbed Kakashi's ass, spreading his cheeks apart in a desperate attempt to make the man move faster. The silver-haired beauty reached to the left to retrieve the unopened condom packet and ripped it open with his teeth. In one smooth quick motion the tight latex was wrapped around Obito's member. He thought he would come just from watching and feeling Kakashi on his skin, but as the hooker braced himself with one arm on the brunette's chest and the other holding Obito's cock still to lower himself onto it, he almost choked on air. The tight ring of muscles gave way for Obito to slide into the stretched heat to the low groaning noises of his partner. His cock slid deeper and deeper until it was fully enveloped in Kakashi's warm hole and Obito saw stars for a second at the incredible feeling.
"Ah, you're so ngh big.", Kakashi moaned with his hands clawing into Obito's chest. He could have cum right then and there, but he wanted to see the flushed face of the silver-haired beauty as his release would course through him. Kakashi took a few seconds to adjust himself on Obito's thick member, panting into his chest, before he started to move his hips in circles and then slid off excrusciatingly slow just to throw himself down again with more force.
Obito definitely saw stars this time and bucked his hips up to meet Kakashi's starting rhythm, hands still on the hooker's firm pale ass. He knew it would only take a few more thrusts to bring him over the edge so Obito grabbed Kakashi's throbbing pink cock and started strocking him to the rhythm of their pounding, making the other throw his head back as he took the double stimulation with a low groan. The sweet sounds of moaning and panting, filthy squelching and skin slapping on skin echoed through the room, getting more frantic and loud as they were both chasing their release. All the while Obito's gaze didn't leave Kakashi whose fluffy silver hair was sweaty, parts of it sticking to his face while the rest moved in a rhythm, his thrust and strokes becoming more chaotic as he got dangerously close to his climax - he had never been quite as turned on as with this beautiful silver-haired god. Suddenly every single muscle in his body tensed at once as he released his load in the tight heat with a loud moan, squeezing the pulsing member in his hand enough to make Kakashi scream as he too reached his climax, spraying streaks of white over Obito's stomach while his muscles spasmed, legs twitching and abs contracting. They collapsed into each, panting and heaving for a few moments before Kakashi got off of Obito with a grunt. He didn't want to move just yet, hands and legs splayed out on the crumpled bedsheets.
"I think that was the best sex I have ever had.", he mumbled, still feeling blissfully boneless, eyes fixed on dirty dark splots on the ceiling. He heard Kakashi chuckle over the sound of leather stretching and zippers being closed.
"It's also not the first time I've heard that.", the silverette said and Obito finally moved his exhausted body to sit up on the bed. He was not exaggerating, it really had been the best sex he had had in forever.
"Do you want to take a quick shower?", Obito said softly. He didn't want this encounter to end now, wanted to clean both him and Kakashi before cuddling and nuzzling against him under the warm sheets.
"Sorry, the night is still young and money doesn't grow on trees, you know. Speaking of-", Kakashi said while tying the long dark shoelaces of his high combat boots. Obito frowned and pointed to his orange bag. "Wallet is in there.", Kakashi bent down to retrieve the small bag, giving Obito a good show of his thighs and firm ass in the shiny tight leather trousers.
"I think one fifty will be adequate.", Kakashi said, standing straight again as a slightly startled Obito put a hand over his mouth to quickly wipe away the drool. "S-Sure, yeah...", he stuttered, his cheeks burning red again. "But I want you to take all of it.", he said now with the confidence of a jounin. He saw Kakashi's hesitation as he flipped through the bills in the small brown leather wallet. "But-", Kakashi said but then stopped himself and took the bills, leaving the wallet empty. Obito watched, not regretting his decision as he saw Kakashi's features soften, a small smile tugging at his lips. The silverette stuffed the big chunk of cash into the backpockets of his trousers before walking over to Obito who was sitting naked on the bed, propped up on his hands. "Thank you, Obito.", the slender figure said, pressing his lips against Obito's. The brunette put a hand around Kakashi's waist to pull him closer, deepening their soft kiss. Unfortunately for Obito the kiss ended as quickly as it had happened, leaving him feeling empty again as Kakashi drew away with a playful smirk on his face, heading towards the door.
"Can I see you again?", Obito blurted out. He didn't want this to end as a one time thing, just a unimportant one-night-stand. Kakashi meant more to him than that for some indescribable reason.
"That's not for me to decide, Sugar.", Kakashi smiled at him, a hand already turning the door knob. Obito had to hold back the urge to jump forward and envelop the silver-haired escort in a tight hug, just to smell and feel him once more, but that was probably not what the other wanted. He had made it clear that he wasn't going to stay, but-
"Do you want to see me again, Kakashi.", he had to know if this wasn't just another fuck for the beautiful escort. Wanted so badly for this to have meant something to the other.
"I-", Kakashi stood frozen for a second, seemingly staring right through him. Obito was about to stand up as the other spoke again.
"Sorry, I gotta go. See ya.", Kakashi raised his hand to wave and then swiftly disappeared out of the door, smashing it closed behind him.
"Fuck.", Obito sighed, resting his chin on his hands, staring at the pile of clothes scattered on the floor.
Had he actually just ask a hooker if they felt something for him? It was nothing more than Kakashi's job to make him feel good and blissful. Why would he feel anything for Obito?
He cringed at his own stupidity and how wrong his interpretation of their time together had been.
After sitting there with his head cupped in his own hands he slowly got up, stretched his limbs and started to collect his clothes.
There was a small bathroom with a shower in the corner of the room, so he tossed the used condom into the tiny metal bin next to the bed - clearly placed there for exactly this purpose - and strolled over into the area. The dried remnants of Kakashi's semen on his stomach washed away easily under the warm water of the shower. Obito leaned against the tiles letting the water flow over his body, images of Kakashi racing through his mind - his soft bright smile, beautiful features and alabaster skin, the look of overwhelming pleasure as he came around and onto Obito.

But he dismissed all thoughts of the silver-haired escort, scolding himself and turned off the shower. Someone like him, a shinobi, a jounin - maybe even a candidate for the position as Hokage - shouldn't catch feelings for a hooker, especially not a male one. The elders would degrade him if they ever found out about his sexuality, so he had never openly talked about it or been in a relationship that lasted longer than a few weeks. The rumors of shinobi that were found out about and suddenly vanishing or dying on simple missions were ever-present in the back of his mind. He couldn't take any risks, even if it meant hiding that part of himself and putting on civilian disguises to seek out the love he so desperately longed for.

With heavy steps he exited the bathroom, a small towel wrapped around his hips that barely held in place. He ruffled his damp hair and sat down on the bed. The smell of the silverette still coming off of the sheets. It smelled of cheap cologne and fresh rain, the warm scent of sex still lingering in between the others as well. Obito sighed and inhaled deeply through his nose, letting the remnants of their heated encounter fill his nostrils.
"Just forget about him. He has probably forgotten you already.", he said to himself, pressing his face into his palms. You will just get your heart broken again.

A loud knock startled him, his head snapping back up to eye the door. "Who is this?", he shouted with the intimidating voice of a jounin.
"Hotel managment, you haven't checked out yet.", Obito tensed. 'Shit', he had rented the room for an hour, which must have passed already. Quickly he scrambled into his clothes, nearly tripping over the sharp edge of the bed and escaped through the window, just one second before the door opened. He saw shadows moving in the room as he jumped over the rooftops of the nearby buildings. Moving in the shadows like he had used to do when he had been in ANBU, he made his way home making sure no one saw him entering his own apartment through the window he had left open for moments just like this.
Silently he slipped through the wards and closed the window behind him, leaning against the wall with a sigh as the wards activated again. It was an hour to midnight and the Hokage had granted him one day's leave tomorrow so he went into the small kitchen that came with a standard single shinobi apartment to heat some water for a cup of tea. After placing the kettle on stove he went back into his bedroom to put on a fresh pair of pyjamas - a loose comfortable top and boxers. He didn't like sleeping in his uniform tights, even though he knew many other shinobi that did. They were just too long and reminded him too much of his missions. If he wasn't a shinobi he would probably be sleeping naked, but as an ANBU could show up in his bedroom at any moment, mission scroll in hand, he preferred to at least be somewhat dressed for those occasions. The high-pitched whistle of the kettle drew him back into the kitchen, taking it off of the heat and pouring himself a small cup of Hojicha tea. The low-caffeine green tea would surely help to calm him down and get him to relax into his bedsheets. With the warm mug in hand he strolled over into his bedroom, passing his empty bookshelf - the only few items on the dusty wooden structure were a photograph of the first team he had been assigned to and one of his own first team; also a few books on conflict management, because those two brats just couldn't keep their hands off of each other's throats.
The coldness of the bedsheets made the hairs on his leg stand up as he seated himself under the blanket, wishing that it was Kakashi's body against his instead. Imagining that the warmth of the tea mug in his hands were Kakashi's thin pale hands, drawing circles into his sweaty palms with his thumb.
Why did that beautiful hooker have such an effect on Obito. Yes, he had always been open and quite emotional but he wasn't a horny teenager anymore. He sighed putting the mug down on the bedside table.

Why couldn't he just have forgotten about that night, about the glowing silver hair waving with the wind and skin as pale as the moon, glistening with beads of salty sweat? Maybe he would have got a little sleep then, just maybe his life wouldn't taken such a turn.

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It's a simple escort mission, a D-Rank, but be careful when crossing the border. We have intel on a group of bandits camping around the area, attacking and robbing civilians that cross their path. Shouldn't be a problem for your team though, Obito.

Shouldn't have been, yeah, shouldn't, couldn't, wouldn't. There is always a 'but'. Also apparently nothing is set in stone, because that mission went wrong in every way possible. So now he was sitting next to a bleeding unconscious Naruto while Sakura's hands moved up and down his wounds with glowing green chakra and Sasuke, well Sasuke was pacing up and down like the anxious little fussball he actual was. The fellow young Uchiha boy usual hid his emotions quite well so it almost startled Obito as he saw the teens anxiety ridden face as he stomped his small feet into the cold stone surface of the big rectangular stone block they were on. Obito had had to transport them into his Kamui dimension to save what was left of his team.
The intel he would usually get for missions was always small or little to nothing, but how could the patrolling ANBU have missed the giant shinobi with the glowing black curse mark.

He sighed quietly and sat down next to Naruto's unconscious form, giving Sakura enough space to do her work. The young kunoichi was close to tears as the green glowing chakra around her hands suddenly disappeared.
"He will be fine.", she said between choked down sobs and Obito's body untensed with relief, his stature relaxing and thoughts finally stilling.
"Thank you, Sakura.", he gave her a thankful smile and turned his attention back to Naruto. That stupid little boy had overdone it again, thinking he could take on one of Orochimaru's failed experiments alone, solely driven by his strong will to protect others. With each passing day the orphaned jinchuuriki reminded him more of his younger self - the shared dream to becoming hokage, the protective nature and stupid sense of humor. Naruto was the closest thing to a son he would ever have, Obito thought. Especially since he could never have a family or a partner openly. He hated having to hide his relationships, like they were something illegal, forbidden. Sometimes he dreamt of being the father to a family with no face or voice, quiet and hidden, and he would wake up in a pool of sweat, panting and clawing at the bedsheets. Happiness and peace were luxuries a shinobi of his standing and with his closet of secrets just could not afford. So he tried to enjoy every little moment he could spent with his students. They were the only family he had after all.

"Obito-sensei?", Naruto's tired voice brought him back into the moment with jerk of his head. "Ah, yeah I was just thinking, Naruto.", he stuttered, giving the blonde a soft smile.
"We should go home and report to the Hokage.", Sasuke said behind him, still fidgeting in place. Obito couldn't agree more. There was nothing they could do now with Naruto being so weak and the other two still coming down from the shook and adrenaline.
"Yeah, let's go guys.", he said and hoping that with the little chakra he had left they would all make it out of his kamui dimension.

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After dropping his team off at the hospital to get their wounds tended to he appeared outside of the Hokage's office to deliver his report. He couldn't shake that uneasy feeling in his stomach that crept up in his bowls after every failed mission. It haunted him like a polstergeist and he wanted nothing more than to get this report over with. The two ANBU that were guarding the office of the head figure of Konoha didn't even spare him a look through their kitsune masks, just motioned to the door. Obito took the hint and pushed the heavy wooden door open to stride inside the brightly lit room. "Hokage-sama.", he stopped a few feet away from the big office desk and bowed.
"Obito, you have returned earlier than expected.", the old man's raspy warm voice filled the room and Obito stood straight with his hands to his sides - that ANBU training was still ingrained deep within him.
"Yes, unfortunately our mission didn't go as planned.", he watched the old man's face feature contort into a wrinkly frown.
"One of the bandits we encountered had a curse mark. He was possibly a failed experiment of Orochimaru's.", the Hokage just shook his head in understanding and Obito continued, his neutral gaze not wavering.
"We tried to eliminate the thread but were overpowered by his ability and the additional twentyfive bandits. I had to save my team, so I couldn't get the clients out of harms way. I'm afraid that-", the Hokage cut him off, his frown deepening behind the labyrinth of wrinkles.
"Did your team sustain any injuries.", the old man asked quickly.
"Naruto had severe cuts and wounds around his chest and abdomen, but Sakura fixed most of the damage. Apart from him no one has been severely injuried. I sent them to the hospital to get a check-up though. So they will be fine.", he explained.
"What about you?", the old man asked, pushing his white hokage hat further up to expose his wrinkled forehead.
"I'm fine, Hokage-sama. No severe injuries of any kind, just the effects of chakra depletion slowly kicking in.", he spoke matter-of-factly, not moving a single hair on his body other than his facial muscles.
"Good, take the day off, Obito. I will send a team to capture the bearer of the curse mark.", the old man sighed.
"Naruto overdid it again, am I right?"
"Yes, he went towards the enemy against my orders, but he only tried to protect us. He is a good kid, just a little over enthusiastic and emotional.", Obito said softly. He understood Naruto, his need to protect the people around him.
"He is so much like you, Obito.", the Hokage said, a soft smile tugging at his thin lips.
"I didn't give him into your care solely because are able to control the kyuubi when he inevitable breaks free. No. You two are so alike, share a similar past - and the same childish humor.", he scoffed, but the kind smile on his withered face shone through the little mockery. "I thought you could make a great role model for him just like his father. You're one of the few shinobi I would consider as my successor. You have such potential and that's why I gave you the most difficult team of all. You're the only one who is capable of dealing with them, Obito.", the old man stopped and Obito found himself staring at the empty metal pencil holder on the edge of the wide table.
"You can go now. Get some rest.", the Hokage said and suddenly the door opened behind him.
"Thank you, Hokage-sama.", Obito bowed and turned around, striding past the ANBU guards through the doorway. Once he had left the tower he finally took a deep breath. His role in the village was becoming abundantly clear. He was to tame the nine-tails for the higher ups and if he succeeded they would reward him with the position he had always dreamt off. He had always had been suspicious of the elders, knew they wouldn't just let an Uchiha become Hokage. The talks of role models and good influences were wasted on him, once he had known their true intentions. Naruto was going to grow up like any other shinobi boy and he would make sure of that. If the kyuubi never showed it's dark face then the elders would leave him and Naruto alone.
Slowly the position of Hokage was getting less and less appealing, even though he had made so many plans for when it would eventually happen. The first law he would topple was the sex law which forbid any form of same sex relationships - because, well the elders were homophobes and stuck in the past. But the hope of ever achieving this goal was very slim, even if he ever became Hokage.

Walking home from the tower he spotted Asuma and Kurenai in their favourite meeting place, the tea house. They were having a chat and laughed, enjoying their fresh love. Obito couldn't suppress the wave of jealousy that rushed over him as he saw how they held hands and how Asuma moved a few strands of rogue black curls out of Kurenai's smooth face. The clump in his throat threatened to choke him, to rob him of the warm summer evening air as he thought of Kakashi and how he could never have what straight couples had. He cursed under his breath, leaving the tea house behind and continuing his walk home.
Once he had entered his apartment and put the wards back up he rid himself of his stained, sweaty uniform and strolled into the bathroom to shower. The cold water dripped down his skin, taking specks of dirt and blood with it down the drain. A few minutes passed, he had lost track of time but he was starting to shiver, teeth grinding against each other in a desperate attempt to create some warmth. With a trembling hand he turned off the tap and let the cold air envelope him in an icy embrace. The towel he wrapped around his upper body stung into his skin - or was his skin stinging - and he grimaced at the feeling. He needed Kakashi. Needed to hold him tight and kiss him, to forget about his failure. How he had almost let Naruto die.
Quickly and with no care he threw on his second civilian disguise - a simple shirt in a dark violet shade with the kanja "ai" printed in large lines on the back, thin wide black trousers and simple dark sneakers, finished off with a silver chain necklace and a small backpack that looked more like a bag.
The sun had already set as he saw the first neon sign, walking with quick steps past every brothel and bar, eyes fixed on the shady back alley where he had first caught sight of the silverette two weeks ago. His heart was beating out of his chest and the adrenaline made him feel more alert than ever, but as he rounded the corner into the mouth of the alley it was empty. Almost crumbling in on himself he leaned against the cold stone wall across from the shady bar, the windows of which Kakashi had used as a mirror.
'He probably has a customer right now.', Obito thought, frowning at the wet brick floor. 'Is probably sucking some ungrateful bastard's cock.', he stomped his foot down into the ground, as if the action would bring Kakashi back or lessen his jealousy.
"Hey there pretty.", a male voice interrupted his envious and resentful thoughts. "C'mon smile a little. Angry doesn't suit your pretty face.", he looked up to see a middle aged man in an expensive suit. What was left of his hair he had slicked back making him look bald and the skin around his stubble looked greasy and shiny.
"Leave me alone, prick.", Obito growled, looking up at the darkening sky.
"Aw don't be like that, honey. How much do you charge?", the greasy businessman smiled and took a step closer. Obito sighed internally. He could break the man's neck with a flick of his finger or torment him with a genjutsu, giving him lasting trauma, but he was in disguise. Right then and there he wasn't a jounin, but merely a young man dressed like a fashionable homosexual waiting in a shady back alley. Even in his mind that made him look like a hooker.
"Sorry, I'm not an escort. Just waiting for someone.", he tried to sound friendly towards the man.
"Aw too bad, I would have loved to fuck that pretty mouth of your's.", Obito cringed and tried not to make eye contact while always watching the man through the corner of his eye.
"Are you sure you don't want that.", the businessman was dangling two hundred dollar bills in front of Obito's face with an expectant smirk on his lips. The Uchiha sighed once more before grabbing the man's pinky and bending it until he felt the bone break, earning a low scream from him.
"I said no, fucking idiot.", he let go off the finger watching it dangle from the man's hand, smiling a little at the sight.
"What the fuck! Stupid bitch you broke my finger!", the man wailed, holding his broken finger and hand in his other one.
"I told you to leave me alone, prick.", Obito mused and leaned back against the wall, watching the man storm off angrily, shouting obscenities at him. He wondered if Kakashi ever serviced him, but the picture that suddenly appeared in his mind made him gag so he killed that thought instantly.

Half an hour passed but Kakashi was still nowhere to be found and he was starting to worry. In hopes the people in the bar across from him would know anything about the silverette's whereabouts he walked over and inside. The pungent stench of nikotin and cheap sake pierced his nose and his face contorted into a grimace. It was a small bar, only five or six tables were placed into the small area. The clientele were mostly middle aged men, similar looking to the greasy businessman. Trying to draw as little attention to himself as possible, he sneaked over to the bar where an old woman was pouring drinks and laughing with two elderly men.
"Hey, sorry to interrupt-", he said leaning over the counter a little. Suddenly all eyes were on him and silence feel over the small room. He wanted nothing more than to jump over the old counter and hide, blushing slightly at the overwhelming attention towards him.
"Hey, pretty.", the woman said and all of a sudden everyone was back to chatting loudly. Obito stood still for a moment just letting his eyes glide over the scene before returning his gaze to the old woman.
"Yeah, um I'm looking for someone.", Obito shouted over the loud chatter. The woman eyed him, one eyebrow raised before he put her hands down on the counter to lean closer into Obito's space. "You're new. I have never seen you here before.", Obito sighed again. "I'm not an escort.", he shouted, slightly annoyed this time.
"Oh sorry, you certainly look the part though.", the woman threw her hands up in surrender and smirked at Obito, her pony tail swaying left and right.
"I know, I've realised that.", Obito said. "But I'm looking for a silver-haired escort. I meet him in this alley last time, but he isn't showing up today.", the women looked over to the two elderly men sitting at the counter and then back at him.
"Yeah that poor boy is out there every night.", one of the elderly men said, his long white hair bound together at his shoulders.
"Poor boy, ts. That whore is out there every night fucking everything that moves and has cash.", the other said after downing the last of his beer.
"C'mon you old fart, leave him be. He doesn't have anything or anyone else.", the woman said throwing the old man a look.
"Especially not since that incident.", the woman added quietly. Obito's eyes shot up to her.
"What incident?", he asked quickly, worriedly biting the inside of his cheek.
"A few days ago there was a fight outside, no one knows why... They slashed his left eye and arms... He hasn't opened his eye or shown his arms ever since.", the woman said quietly, her eyes fixed on the bottle in front of her. Obito was frozen with anger, disgust and worry gnawing at his skin. How could anyone do something like that to Kakashi, how could they, how dare they.
"Well anyway, young man if Sukea is not here then he is either in a love motel or in some dark corner drinking himself to death.", the woman said with a sour expression on her face. 'Sukea? Kakashi probably uses many names around here.', Obito thought, wondering if Kakashi was his real name.
"Um, ok thank you.", he absent-mindedly waved them goodbye as he started towards the door fuelled by a mixture of anger and worry. He had to find Kakashi, had to- What? What would he do if he found him? Solicit his services and leave him again. No, he had to help him. Maybe that eye was infected or maybe his wounds were not healing properly. He could have died from his injuries. Obito cursed himself and jumped up onto the roof to get a good look of all the love hotels. For some reason he didn't think Kakashi was in one of them so he searched the streets, running through every dark alley and corner until he had them all memorised. He passed countless hookers and sex workers in action, but didn't pay them any mind unless they had silver hair - which none of them did. Just when he was about to give up and leave the district he saw him, sitting in a dark corner on the empty main street, an almost empty bottle of sake in his right hand and a book that looked familiar in his other. Obito sighed in relief and walked over to the sitting figure, silver hair looking messier than usual in the pale moon and neon light. He was wearing a skinny long-sleeve top, some plain dark blue jeans and white sneakers.
"Go away. You can't afford me.", Kakashi lulled, still hiding behind the cover of his book, which Obito recognized as one of the Icha Icha novels. He smirked and took a step closer.
"Kakashi?", he watched the silverette carefully as he drew closer. Didn't know if the man would attack him in his intoxicated state. The silver-haired escort unceremoniously snapped his book closed and looked up at him with one eye and a flushed face. Obito froze as he saw the long red scar running up Kakashi's cheeks over his eye to end just after slicing his eyebrow in half. It looked inflamed, but thankfully Obito couldn't see any yellow puss which would be an indicator for an infection.
"Oh it's youuuu.", Kakashi lulled, dropping his book to the floor. "Came back f'r that money a lil' late.", he shook the brown bottle in front of his face with a smirk.
"That's not why I am here, Kakashi.", Obito said, worry tainting his raspy low voice. "Wan' a fuck 'hen.", the silverette slurred and leaned closer, weak hands reaching out to grab Obito's trousers.
"No, I don't-", Obito stilled. "Well initially yes, but not anymore."
Kakashi cocked his head in question.
"Issss it t'he scar. I's ugly, turns people offf.", Kakashi's head hung low, a hand covering his left eye. He sat down next to the silverette, taking the bottle out of his hand with one swift motion and chucking it into the big garbage bin around the corner. Gently he brushed over Kakashi's hand, moving his way up to his face. He took the hand that was covering the silverette's eye in his and lifted his chin up with the other.
"You're beautiful, Kakashi. With and without the scar.", Obito stroked his cheek softly while intertwining their fingers. Kakashi really was beautiful and even that nasty scar couldn't taint his beauty. Obito stared into his open eye, finding nothing but shame and sorrow in the dark grey pattern around his pupil.
"Let me help you. I know someone who can heal that wound.", he said while slowly standing and pulling Kakashi up onto his legs. The silverette grunted as Obito left him to stand on his own wobbly legs to retrieve the Icha Icha novel.
"Ready?", he wound Kakashi's arm over his shoulders and grabbed him by the waist. Kakashi's body was hot and soft in his hold and Obito felt a wave of relief rushing over him. He had found him and in a somewhat passable condition at that - at least he wasn't unconscious.
"Where 're we goin'?", Kakashi grunted, his head hanging low and his silver hair falling flat down his face.
"My apartment. You can get some rest while I get an Iryōnin.", Obito said softly, shouldering most of Kakashi's weight on his upper body. The silverette made a series of grunting and groaning noises as Obito started to walk, dragging the limp body with him towards his apartment.

It was half past ten when they reached the door to his apartment. He took down the wards with a quick movement of his hand that he hoped didn't look suspicious, but Kakashi was pretty much out of it, so he probably hadn't noticed anyway. Slowly he moved both of them inside and sat Kakashi down on his small blue couch. The silverette looked at him through tired eyes, his head wobbling with every little movement he made.
"Do you want to lie down for a little while?", Obito held Kakashi's face in his hands, watching as the dark grey appeared and disappeared behind slowly closing and and opening eyelids. The silverette hummed a noise of agreement and Obito guided him down to place his cheek on the soft armrest of the couch. Gently he picked up Kakashi's legs and laid them down on the couch as well, patting his thigh a few times. Finding that Kakashi looked comfortable enough he dashed into his bedroom to retrieve the spare pillow and blanket he kept in a box underneath his bed. Quickly he walked back and was happy to see that Kakashi had dozed off. Carefully as to not wake the sleeping beauty on his couch he lifted his head and pushed the pillow under it, letting his cheek sink back into the softness of it. He then put the blanket over Kakashi's body, tucking it in between the backrest of the couch and the silverette's back, so it wouldn't slide down. Content with his work he eyed Kakashi once more, finally realising how stupidly in love he actually was even though he knew close to nothing about the man - besides the size of his cock and how beautifully he moaned when being fucked. Still something about the silverette made butterflies grumble in his stomach, something about the way he moved and the sound of his voice made him feel nice and squishy inside - like he could forget that he was a shinobi when he was with Kakashi.

It was pretty late as he left his apartment through the window, throwing a last glance back at the figure sleeping peacefully on his couch. A few minutes later he landed on the window sill of Sakura's room, finding the young kunoichi immersed in a book about herbs and botanics. He knocked twice hoping to get the girls attention. Which he did as her head snapped towards him, an intimidating fire burning in her eyes - probably reserved for intruders. The fire quickly vanished and her face contorted into a confused frown.
"Obito-sensei, what are you doing here this late and what are you wearing?", Sakura asked while opening the window to let him in.
"Just tried out some new clothes.", he said looking his body up and down and cursing himself for not changing into his uniform tights.
"Anyways, I need your help Sakura. Could you come with me .... and take your medical kit please?", Obito watched how her analysing gaze swept over him.
"Um, yeah ok, by the way violet suits you, sensei.", she smirked at him and Obito cursed himself again but forced a smile back at her. He couldn't have his students thinking he was gay. That would surely affect their relationship in a bad way, right?
The young kunoichi jumped out of the window with him towards his apartment. They slid in the way Obito had left, putting the wards back after them.
"What happened to him?", she asked, her voice a worried whisper. Obito clenched his jaw. He hadn't thought of a plausible lie. Could he tell her the truth - that he was gay and the figure on his bed was a male escort who had been attacked? No, but he could tell her half of it, a half truth to protect him and Kakashi.
"I found him on the street, he said he had been attacked so I helped him out.", Obito hoped this story was convincing enough to fool the smart young girl. She was only fourteen after all. Maybe she hadn't heard of the red light district and the figures that worked there in the shadows, yet.
"Hm, I'll see what I can do.", she said throwing Obito a shrewd look before turning towards the assault victim on the couch. As her eyes left his he finally took a deep breath, the smell of alcohol and damp water filling his nose. Once he crouched down next to her, she had already removed the blanket and started to scan his body with her green healing chakra. He had always been fascinated by what the young kunoichi had already learned from one of the great Sannin when she wasn't working on missions with the team, just as Naruto was busy training with Jiraiya-sama.
"He was deep cuts all over his arms and one right through his eye, a few punch wounds around the stomach and some very odd looking bruising, almost like handpri-", Obito cut her off quickly, his face turning white.
"Thank you, Sakura. Could you heal the deeper cuts, especially the one on his eyes? Oh and is his eyes still intact?", he gave her the friendliest and brightest smile he could muster and heard her sigh.
"I will heal the cut on his eye first. His retina still felt whole under it, so the knife probably just brushed passed it, fortunately.", she said while hovering a green glowing hand over the bruised eye. "Obito-sensei, you have to be honest with me.", she stopped her treatment and turned to Obito, who was biting the inside of his cheek so hard it almost bled. "This man is a prostitute, right?", he cringed at the way she said the word, a stern tone that he had never heard from her before.
"Yes.", he whispered, hanging his head low. "You don't have heal all of his wounds. Just the one on his eye. I can deal with the rest.", he was pleading. Don't tell anyone please. They will kill us both.
"Help me get his shirt off.", she said as if she hadn't heard Obito's words. He nodded and laid Kakashi down flat on his back before rolling the shirt up to his chest, exposing bruised white skin. Blue spots and cuts covered his abdomen and chest and Obito had trouble looking at the bruised body. How could anyone do something like this to Kakashi, mark his beautiful body that way.
Sakura helped him get the shirt off freeing his arms from the cloth covering the bruises and cuts underneath it.
"Fuck, I didn't realise it was this bad.", Obito said more to himself than anyone else as he saw the extend of the bruises, imagining how bad that fight must have been.
"He will be fine. It looks pretty nasty but no vital organs were punctured and neither did I find any broken bones.", Sakura said, probably trying to reasure him that Kakashi was going to be fine.

After treating most of the deeper cuts and worse punch wounds, in addition to healing the wound on his eye - it did leave a scar, though not as big as before - they had put his shirt back on and covered his body with the blanket. He was sitting on the floor at Kakashi's head, moving strands of silver out of his face and caressing his cheek, while Sakura had gone into the kitchen to get them both a glass of water. Obito studied every line of the silverette's face, his beauty mark and the now smaller scar that went directly threw his eye. He had accepted it, accepted that despite their different standings in society, he had caught feelings for the beautiful silver-haired man currently sleeping on his couch. It was fine, he could deal with it. This wouldn't be the first relationship he had had to hide, to keep secret. They would get through this, if Kakashi even wanted to be with him.
"Can I talk to you for a second.", Sakura appeared next to him looking worried, a deep frown covering her smooth features. Obito nodded, reluctantly leaving Kakashi's side to follow her into the kitchen.
"I want you to know something before you do anything ... rushed, Obito-sensei.", she paused taking a deep breath while a frown slowly formed on Obito's face.
"I'm pretty sure that he is a shinobi. Maybe even a jounin.", Sakura said. "So how did he end up like that.", How does a jounin end up as a prostitute? Is probably what she wanted to say, Obito thought. So what if he was a shinobi. Obito knew close to nothing about him so the fact that he was probably a chuunin or jounin didn't surprise him in the least. People ended up in the weirdest places when their life turned for the worst. He wouldn't judge Kakashi for that, wouldn't judge someone without even knowing their full name.
"I know, Sakura. I will talk to him when he wakes up.", he took her smooth hands in his. "Thank you for your help. You're such a talented kunoichi.", he thanked her watching as her frown turned into an annoyed smile. "Be careful, sensei.", she chuckled softly walking back into the living room towards the window. "Oh and your secret is safe with me.", she winked and jumped out of the window with a wave, medical kit in hand.

Obito sighed and took a few long deep breaths. 'Kakashi is safe and sleeping and I really need some sleep as well.' he thought and strolled into the bedroom, falling down onto the bed. He quickly stripped out of his clothes, leaving only his underwear this time, and got under the covers. The door to the living room stood open, giving him a good view of the couch where Kakashi was now snoring quietly. The stench of alcohol was barely noticable anymore as he slowly dozed off into sleep.

Tomorrow he would ask Kakashi out for lunch. Tomorrow he would have a conversation with the beautiful man and hopefully find out some more about him.
Tomorrow he would wake up to find this gorgeous man on his couch.

Chapter Text

His alarm clock startled him awake, almost falling out of the bed he punched the gadget onto the floor. Grunting he sat up and rubbed his eyes. The morning sun filtered in through the window, throwing harsh shadows onto the wall. He stretched his limbs and shook of the residual notions of sleep. There was a man in the living room that he needed to have a chat with, he smirked. The air was warm and stuffy, so he quickly opened his window to let the cool morning breeze swirl around his apartment.
Kakashi's silver curls peaked out from the blanket he had draped over his head. Obito slowly walked into the bathroom passing by the couch with a soft smile on his face. He dressed in his uniform tights - if Kakashi was a shinobi he had probably already known about Obito's jounin status - and brushed his hair. As he left the bathroom he saw the silverette sitting on the couch, rubbing his eyes while a yawn escaped his mouth.
"Good morning.", Obito smiled, leaning against the door frame. The silver-haired man looked at him, head cocked to the side like a confused puppy. "So you are a shinobi. Guess I was right then.", he smirked at Obito and leaned back on the couch, his body sinking into the soft material.
"Yeah, I am. But what about you?", Obito asked, hands folded around his chest. Kakashi looked a little puzzled and tired, dark bags under his eyes gave away just how long he had actually slept - which probably or most definitely wasn't long enough. "What do you mean?", the silverette asked, folding the blanket around his slim body.
"You are a shinobi too, right?", he asked a little more cold than he had intended to. Kakashi's hand twitch slightly before he covered it with the blanket, a sour expression forming on his sharp face.
"No, not anymore.", his head hung low, fingers playing with soft blanket.
"What hap-", Obito tried to speak but Kakashi suddenly shot him a stern glare.
"What do you want from me, Obito.", he asked in a voice that sounded so much like a commanding shinobi's dark growl. Obito tensed, biting the inside of his cheek again. What he wanted was to nuzzle into his neck and talk to him, about their lives, their failures, their hopes and dreams. But did Kakashi want that?
"I just wanted to help you.", he stuttered.
"Why?", came the quick sharp response from the man on the couch.
Because I have a crush on you, you gorgeous idiot.
"Compassion, I guess.", he said, cringing and scolding himself internally for the frankly stupid response.
But Kakashi's features softened slightly.
"So you don't want to capture and sell me away to some monarch as a sex slave?"
What the heck was he going on about?!
"Shit, did that happen to you before?", Obito asked suddenly feeling very a strong protective urge overcoming him.
"No, but you can never be too careful.", the silverette hummed, winking at Obito with his one open eye. He made a noise of understanding and walked closer to the couch, stopping right before Kakashi and eyeing his scar closely. It had healed nicely with the ointment Sakura had put on it afterwards. A small brown line was still visible, going straight down over his eye, but other than that it looked a lot better than before.
"I've had an Iryōnin heal your wounds last. Your scar looks much better now.", he gave the silver-haired man a smile. Kakashi's dark grey eye studied him carefully.
"I know, I saw it when I made use of your bathroom last night, well more specifically your toilet.", he grinned, scratching the back of his head.
"Thank you, Obito. I don't deserve your kindness.", The Uchiha's smile disappeared at those words.
"I can't give you much in return.... Well other than suck your cock. I think I spent all my money from last night.", Kakashi said, eyes flickering from Obito's face to his groin.
"Ahm, have lunch with me instead.", he blurted out, his cheeks turning a dark shade of pink.
"Invitation accepted.", Kakashi's surprised smile made his stomach flutter and the blush on his cheeks turn even darker. Then the silverette stood up, holding onto Obito's shoulders for support.
"May I use your shower, Sugar?", Kakashi's lips graced the air over his sending jolts of lightning through Obito's body. 'What a tease!', Obito swallowed hard while a single grey eye fixed his gaze. Unconsciously his hands moved up to softly rest on Kakashi's hips, pulling him closer until their bodies were pressed against each other.
"We could share it, if you want.", Obito whispered wantonly. The build-up tension and stress from his last mission still gnawed at his skin and Kakashi's teasing had reminded him how badly he needed to relief that stress. Kakashi's eye narrowed, an evil grin tugging at his lips before he pressed them onto Obito's. It was a slow tired kiss, their tongues hugging and licking each other carefully, but leaving him breathless nonetheless.
"Maybe next time, honey.", the silverette said as he disappeared from Obito's hold, leaving nothing but a cold breeze behind. Shortly after, he heard the shower turn on, water gushing down to hit the smooth hard surface of the floor. A long sigh erupted from his core as he sank down onto the still warm couch. The stench of alcohol and mint mixed into the smell of the freshly washed blanket.
For a few moments his mind was totally blank, nothing on it but the soothing sounds of the shower and the different smells in his apartment mixing together while the cool morning breeze brushed over his skin, leaving goosebumps in it's path.
Then the shower turned off and a very naked and dripping wet silver-haired man suddenly appeared in the doorway.
"Towel?", he asked putting his hands on his hips. Obito's mouth flew open wide - was he drooling again? Quickly he wiped his mouth on his arm - he was fucking drooling again.
"You're staring, Obito.", Kakashi snickered. His wet silver hair was slicked back, water dripping from the tips as well as his hands, nose and chin. But both of his eyes were open again, watching lazily as drops saliva dribbled down Obito's chin.
"Ah ... oh sorry. Um in the shelf under the sink.", he stuttered, closing his mouth and wiping it on his arm again. 'Fuck, he is gorgeous.', Obito thought as the silverette spun around and slouched back into the bathroom with a cheeky smile on his face. "Pretty bastard.", he whispered under his breath and closed his eyes with a sigh. At least his eye was fine and the cuts on his arms looked much better as well, he thought slowly dozing off. Bright sparkles and specks of light created monochrome patterns on his orange eyelids, mere shadows flickering across his eyes.

"We have three hours until lunch time, Obito.", Kakashi's low voice woke him from his short nap. The silverette was dressed in his jeans, long-sleeve top and sneakers again, ruffling his still damp hair. Obito got up on his feet, stretching his arms.
"Do you want to get some tea to pass the time?", he said softly biting his lower lip.
Kakashi hummed and smirked motioning to the door.
"Lead the way."

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They walked through the streets of Konoha while Obito tried to find a nice and quiet tea house for them pass the time in. They kept a distance to each other that made them look more like colleagues or friends than lovers, but every time Kakashi's hand suddenly brushed over his fingers or palm, his toes and fingertips tingled and a smile tugged at his lips. He had to ask him, had to break the silence. Now or never.
"So how does a shinobi end up working in the red light district.", Obito stuttered, letting their shoulders touch on purpose.
Kakashi looked at him, expression as bored and neutral as when they had left the apartment.
"That's a really long story.", Kakashi said, looking back straight down the road of shops and open markets.
"We have got three hours.", Obito smiled and he thought he saw the silverette smile as well, even for just a second.
"Two and a half, mind you. I have never seen anyone who had to get dressed three time, because they put their shirt on wrong.", Kakashi chuckled, his eyes forming into half moons. The sight left Obito staring again, but just for a few seconds before he snapped back.
"You were distracting me.", Obito pouted and caught Kakashi looking at him, a wanton smile plastered on his face.
"The great jounin of the Leaf who can't put his shirt on the right way because I'm eating onigiri next to him.", Kakashi scoffed, bumping into Obito's shoulder.
"Could you stop mocking me and finally tell me that story of your's?", Obito was getting annoyed, staring at a vendor in the distance.
"Aw, did I step on your ego? Well, sorry. I'll tell you that story to make amends.", he smiled, Obito could see him in the corner of his eye.
"Now I will warn you. It's a sad story and there is no happy end, yet.", his tone was becoming less cheerful and more serious. Obito didn't say anything in reply, wanted to let him talk.
"But to start at the beginning of the end...", he mused before turning totally serious both in his expression and tone, the transformation slightly startling Obito.
"It was when my father killed himself.", he paused and Obito gasped silently. He wanted to offer words of comfort but Kakashi kept talking.
"I found him.... I came home after a mission. I was probably ten or eleven years old.", he paused, looking down on the gravel path beneath them.
"Two years later I failed to protect my team and disappeared. They all died because of me and I couldn't report back to the hokage that day. I just ran until I was so low on chakra that I blacked out.", Kakashi looked tired and sick, a darkness raging behind those calm bored grey eyes.
"I woke up on a farm of all places.", a sad smile graced his lips and Obito took Kakashi's hand in his. He didn't care that they were out in public, shinobi and loyalists of the elders roaming the streets. Somehow he wanted Kakashi to feel heard, to show him that he understood his pain and he would help him carry it if he needed to.
Kakashi threw him a concerned look but didn't let go of Obito's hand.
"I- um. Well I basically worked for the husband and wife at that farm for four years. They gave me a home and food and I did the dirty work for them. Unfortunately I got my little drinking problem from them as well. The man died of alcohol poisoning and then the woman threw me out.", he said, his tone serious and monotone.
"Then for some fucking unknown reason I came back to Konoha, living on the streets until one day a man offered me money to suck his cock and well I guess here we are now.", he finished, letting of Obito's hand and stuffing his in his pockets, giving him another sad smile.
Something felt off to him. Once Kakashi had starting talking about the farmers his demeanor and voice had changed, almost like as if he was reading from a book. A story that wasn't his. But maybe Obito was just over-analysing again, seeing things that weren't there.
"Happy now?", he heard Kakashi say with a hint of forced enthusiasm. Something really was off.
"Yeah, ... I'm sorry for what happened to your father and your team.", at least that part of his story seemed to be true.
"Thank you, it's fine though. I think I've had enough time to deal with it now.", there was honesty in his voice that made Obito feel lighter again, less tense and worried.
"Well I've totally ruined the mood now, haven't I.", Kakashi chuckled and Obito couldn't suppress a smile.
"It's fine, also we are almost there.", he pointed at the far end of the street that was slowly coming into view.

They ended up in Asuma and Kurenai's favourite meeting place, the tea house that was closest to the Hokage tower. His escort seemed to be getting more and more uncomfortable and nervous the closer they had got the tower but once they were seated Kakashi had relaxed a bit, Obito hoped. What happened to Kakashi that had instilled such fear in him? There was definitely something the silverette wasn't telling him.

The tea house was still empty so Obito took the opportunity to brush his knee against Kakashi's or move a strand of his silver hair out of his face or just rest his head on his knuckles to stare at the man lovingly.
"You're so beautiful.", Obito murmured while mindlessly chewing on a dango, his eyes still only looking at the silverette, who was currently taking a sip of his tea.
"You say that like every five minutes.", Kakashi laughed and mimicked Obito's posture.
"Doesn't your back hurt from hunching over like this.", Kakashi asked, grinning.
"Don't care, just want to look at you.", Obito murmured, studying every milimeter of flawless alabaster skin on Kakashi's face.
"Suit yourself, weirdo.", the silverette chuckled and took another sip of his kotchya. Obito was too busy watching how Kakashi's adam's apple bobbed up and down with every sip and how his perfect jawline looked sharper than a knife as he turned his head, how the lines around his eye crinkled into a frown, the scar moving in the same motion, how his eyebrows hung low and his mouth moved frantically, silent words escaping his pink lips- Wait...
"... Obito there are people staring at us!", Kakashi's words became clearer again as he snapped back into the present. "Stop looking at me like that ... they are already suspicious.", Kakashi growled a low and intimidating tone and Obito straightened again, taking a quick look to his left. Sitting there on the table furthest to the left were Kurenai and Asuma, watching with narrowed eyes as Obito smiled and waved at them. They wouldn't tell on him and Kakashi, right? They were his friends, despite everything so they wouldn't rat him out just like that, right?
"Fuck.", he cursed balling his hand into a fist.
"I think we should leave.", Kakashi bumped his knee again, but his eyes, those beautiful grey eyes hid such a fear behind their dark cover, such unease and terror that Obito thought he might get swallowed up by it.
"It's ok, Kakashi. I know them, they are fine.", I hope. But Kakashi's demeanor didn't change, his eyes were still burning with tension as well as his entire body, if Obito had have looked closer, he was sure he would have seen the man shaking and trembling. So he gave in and nodded in defeat. Then, too fast for Obito's normal eyes to catch, Kakashi jumped up and grabbed his hand, sending almost visible jolts of lightning through his palm, before dragging him outside.
He was wordlessly shoved into a small backalley with his back against the wall.
"What the hell are you doing!", Obito growled and easily moved his hands to turn them around, throwing a grunting Kakashi against the wall instead.
"For a jounin you're pretty easy to manhandle.", Obito smirked, keeping a tight hold on Kakashi's slim shoulders.
"Shut up! You don't know what I've had to go through because of the way I am.", the silverette growled, his eyes burning with anger. At that Obito let go, dropping his hands to his side, the realisation of what he had done hitting him like a punch to the chest.
"Shit, I'm sorry.", he took a step back.
"Are you alright?", Obito looked into narrowed dark grey eyes, hands clawing into the wall.
"If you like your current life then don't do shit like that. People got caught doing way less than we just did.", Kakashi snarled, tiny bolts of purple lightning shooting from his hands into the air and the wall.
"Hey, Kakashi it's ok. You're fine. They won't tell on us.", Obito tried to calm him with soothing words as the lightning chakra in his hands burned holes through the wall. But obviously that didn't work. Obito sighed and did the last logical he could think of. Opening his sharingan to not get caught in the small lightning storm - Kakashi did look like a jounin now, especially with his almost perfect chakra control - he walked towards the angry, panting figure, avoiding the bolts of lightning as best as he could and brought his hands up to Kakashi's cheeks. The silverette's anger disappeared in a flash, replaced by confusion before Obito pressed his lips against Kakashi's. A strong pulse of electricity cursed through him as their lips met, making every single hair on his body stand up and his fingers and toes curl together. It felt like being caught in the middle of a thunderstorm, like every muscle in his body was melting together into one as the faint sounds of electrical cracking got drowned out by the soft hums of his partner, who had opened his mouth to let Obito's tongue slip into the crackling heat. Their tongues danced together like raindrops in a storm, sliding off of each other and teeth clashing together until the buzzing suddenly stopped and Kakashi threw his arms around Obito's shoulders. As they pulled apart, a trail of silva still connecting their tongues, Obito found that the anger and fear that had clouded Kakashi's grey eyes had disappeared. There was nothing in them now, a blank canvas of shades of grey.
"That was-", Kakashi started.
"Intense.", they said in unison, their eyes still locked on each other.
"Your chakra is so ... wild and tingly.", Obito smiled and watched Kakashi's look of amusement.
"Yeah, it's pretty tingly.", the silverette giggled.
"So that's why your hair is so spicky.", Obito mused and took a strand of glowing silver into his hand.
"It's all tingly and under pressure.", he chuckled delightfully while Kakashi snorted with laughter and pulled him into a hug.
"Sorry that I freaked out.", Kakashi whispered into Obito's shoulder. He got lost in the smell of his own shampoo on Kakashi's shoulders and hair, nuzzling into his neck while drawing soothing circles on his back.
"It's ok. I'm sorry. That was reckless of me. I didn't want to put you in danger, Kakashi.", he said softly.
"Should we grab lunch, Obito?", Kakashi murmured into his uniform. He hummed in agreement and they slowly reluctantly untangled from each other.
Obito took Kakashi by the hand with a soft smile, but in less than a second the pervert had his hand on Obito's crotch, squeezing it tightly.
"And I want that for dessert.", the silverette grinned devilishly and Obito had to hold back a whine at the way his member was being touched so harshly.
"Deal.", he squeaked panting slightly as he freed himself from Kakashi's grasp. The silver-haired man smirked and dragged Obito back out onto the main street.
"I want some broiled salted saury and miso soup with eggplant.", Kakashi said, keeping his distance again like before. This time he didn't feel so far away though. This time Obito thought he was closer than ever before.

They went to a restaurant that served all kinds of traditional Japanese food. Kakashi got his saury and eggplant mush and Obito ordered two portions of Yakitori because after that electrifying kiss he felt an intense hunger. They talked about the Icha Icha books, which they both adored, but Obito had never meet such a hardcore fan of the material as Kakashi. He could practically recite each book by memory - and the special editions as well.

For a few hours Obito felt like a young teenage boy again, remembering his first few dates. He had always managed to make a fool of himself, spilling his tea or accidentally flicking chunks of food at the other person, because that darned dull knife couldn't even cut through foam.
Kakashi had that effect on him, made him only have eyes for the silver-haired beauty. He had actually managed to forget about the thoughts that were gnawing at his mind.
Be a role model. Become Hokage. Hide that part of yourself. You're one of the last Uchiha. Make your ancestors proud. Prove the elders wrong.
Just for a few hours there was nothing but Kakashi's face, his dark eyes, spicky silver hair and bright smile, on his mind and he thanked kami for sending him one of their angels down to earth.

And now? Well now Obito was pounding Kakashi so hard into the mattress he thought his bed would break. His hands were clawing into slim hips as he repleatedly thrust into the tight heat like his life depended on the friction he was creating between them.

"Ah fuck yes ah ah."

All thoughts of anything or anyone else disappeared from his mind as he felt Kakashi tighten even more around him just as the silverette screamed his name, legs twitching in Obito's hold. Nothing else mattered then other than the tight hole milking him of his orgasm and the sweaty man panting underneath him as he came with a loud moan into the soft heat of his partner.

"You're so beautiful.", Obito lulled, his fingers playing with strands of sweaty silver, while Kakashi's head laid on his chest.
"Forty one.", the silverette said sleepily, adjusting his position on and around Obito's body.
"Huh, what?", Obito made a confused noise and drew him closer.
"That's how many times you have said that today.", Kakashi snickered and pinched the skin on Obito's arm.
He felt his face go red as a deep rosy blush coloured his cheeks.
"Y-you have been counting?", he squealed, letting go of the silvery strands. Kakashi just giggled and hummed into the skin on his sternum.
'Pretty little bastard ... gosh I think I love you.', he thought, letting his body sink deeper into the soft mattress, guiding the warm body on top of him down as well.

Kakashi was like a shot of espresso. Like bathing in the moonlight during a thunderstorm. He was exiting, funny and a little bit of a pervert - well maybe a big pervert, but he was quiet about it, most of the time. They spent every free minute of their day together for an entire week - between smaller mission with his team - until Obito recieved a new mission. The night before that he lay restless on his bed, thoughts of his lover servicing other men keeping him awake. He was getting increasingly more irritated and uncomfortable with Kakashi's line of work. This man deserved so much more than to be taken advantage of by greasy horny businessman that couldn't find any satisfaction in their wives anymore. He would get Kakashi a real job, help him escape the red light district once and for all.
Though there was still something odd about his life, something he was not telling Obito. Frankly he didn't believe that farmers had miraculously found and taken him in. The ANBU would be the first to find anyone, especially before an ordinary civilian would and if Kakashi really was already doing missions as a ten year-old then he was stronger than he seemed - maybe even a prodigy. So why had Obito never seen or heard of him before. He couldn't have been more than four years younger than Obito.

He sighed quietly, looking out of his big bedroom window. An eery quietness hung over the village. Not even the faint sounds of cats fighting or drunk civilians wandering the street, blabbering nonsense, were audible that night. The silence was making him hear things, like his ears were desperate to pick up any kind of sound. First the sound of his heartbeat, then his breathing, the shuffling of blankets as he moved his position, and suddenly a loud tapping on his window. Instinctively he shot up, sharingan fully active, grabbing the kunai that was tapped to the side of his bed and taking in a defensive position in front of the window. Did Kurenai and Asuma rat him out after all and were ANBU surveiling his apartment right now, waiting for him to move so they could eliminate him. What about Kakashi. Had they found him as well.
He cursed quietly under his breath and started to scan the area with his eyes. Fortunately he couldn't detect any chakra signatures anywhere around him, except for the shinobi sleeping next door. Strange. As he quietly searched his room he found a piece of paper on the floor underneath the window. He picked it up and read the small note.

He is not who you think he is.
Please be careful, sensei.
Your's,
Sakura

Obito stared at the note for a while, reading that first sentence over and over again, until it played like a song on a loop in his mind. He knew that Kakashi was hiding something, but what had Sakura discovered. Why did she leave him a note on a night before another one of their missions. This was a warning, wasn't it? Sakura never got worked up about anything or anyone but Sasuke, so maybe she must have found something about the beautiful silverette that Obito had to know. He would ask her in the morning, when they started their next mission. Whatever it was that Kakashi was hiding from him, he would find out eventually.

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A weird feeling of unease accompanied him on the way to the meeting point. Naruto, Sasuke and Sakura were already waiting for him, despite being punctual for the first time in his life. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Naruto and Sasuke were glaring daggers at each while Sakura was busy dividing ration bars and throwing the young Uchiha smoldering looks. He wondered if he looked the same way when staring at Kakashi's beautiful features - how his nose curved so elegantly in his side profile or how his thin silver eyebrows crinkled when he laughed or how his thin lips looked so puffy and wet after sucking Obito's- Agh A loud thump echoed through the street as his head collided with a sign, making him drop to the floor while holding his face in his hands in agony. "Ouch.", that was probably kami reproving him for thinking perverted thoughts in bright daylight in the middle of the main street, again. He could already feel the swelling on his forehead, like a big purple bulge forming above his dark eyebrows. With a groan he got up and straightened himself again, hearing loud joyful laughter and snickering from ahead of him. There was his team having the time of their lives laughing at him. Naruto was laying on the floor, hands clutching his stomach as a series of snorting and heavy breathing noises, that could be considered as laughing erupted from his small body, while Sakura was slightly hunched over, a hand over her mouth as she giggled, and Sasuke had the biggest shit-eating grin plastered on his face that Obito had seen before - little brats. He should challenge Sasuke to a training fight again, show him how much he still had to learn - that little devil.
Taking quick long steps he walked over to the group of teenagers and gave each of them a little amused slap on the shoulder.
"Disrespectful.", he said, folding his hands over his chest.
"Clumsy.", Sasuke mocked and Obito narrowed his eyes at him. They stared at each other for a solid minute before Naruto called out. "An Uchiha staring contest! I'm betting on Obito-sensei!"
"Shut up, idiot!", he heard Sakura's voice followed by a loud thump and the sounds of Naruto whining in protest. Meanwhile Sasuke and him hadn't blinked once and his eyes were starting to itch.
"Ugh, let's go guys. You saw nothing, ok?", Obito blinked and smiled awkwardly, rubbing his forehead.
The young Uchiha grinned, seemingly happy with his victory and watched Sakura land a last punch onto Naruto's head.
"Yeah let's go, Sasuke.", the pink-haired girl strode past Obito to drag the young Uchiha towards the main gate, while the blonde rubbed his head and slowly got back up on his feet.
"Obito-sensei, I heard that girls do that, like what Sakura just did to me, when they like someone. Do you think Sakura likes me?", the blonde looked up at him with glowing cerulean blue eyes. He really looked so much like his father.
"Hm, I don't know maybe you should ask her. .... You know, that's really not my ... field of expertise, Naruto.", Obito blushed and followed the other two that were already leaving the village. Naruto ran after him, carrying a backpack that was most likely exclusively filled with instant ramen.
"Thank you Obito-sensei. I will ask her now.", he said, dashing off towards the pair.
Obito sighed and watched as a raging Sakura kicked a very sorry looking Naruto in the stomach, shouting 'Shannaro', before turning heart-eyes back to Sasuke.
Even though they were shinobi, who did missions for their village like young soldiers, they were fundamentally still just a bunch of stupid children and Obito would let them be just that for as long as he could. Adulthood caught you too soon, especially as a shinobi.

They stopped to put up camp just before nightfall. It was another two days until they would reach the Land of the Sea where their client was waiting to be escorted into the small Land of Grass. Obito took the first watch to let his students get a good nights rest. He was up in a tree from which he could see across the entire valley over to the eastern coast of the Land of Fire. They would reach the village Shimogo tomorrow, stock up on rations and travel past Kakumodate into the Land of Tea. There they would sleep in an Inn in the village Gyoson and the next day reach the southern coast to travel by boat to Jiro Island to greet their client. If then everything went according to plan they would arrive in the Land of Grass in five days and then need one day to get back home to Konoha. It was a tediously long escort mission, but they moved through Fire country territory the majority of their trip so the client wanted Leaf shinobi to accompany him - which seemed reasonable enough.

He wondered if Kakashi had ever been to the Land of the Sea on a mission or just how it would be to go on a mission together with him. He would look stunning in a jounin uniform - though he probably looked good in anything. Ugh that mysterious and beautiful silver-haired god just wouldn't leave his mind.
Like a sudden breeze flowing past lush green oaks in a summer night, he would sweep through Obito's mind for some time before disappearing again. Pale as the full moon shining above the eastern coast, waves crashing on the shore writing messages into the coarse rough sand that no one would ever understand. Like footprints that never were and words to be spoken, someday, some time.
Everything reminded Obito of him. The spicky pine needle tress looked so much like his hair, the darkness of the sky so much like his eyes and all he saw when looking up at the moon was him - his sharp eyes, small nose - curving a little just at the tip -, his thin lips, pointed chin and fine cheekbones.
He was fucking hopelessly lost, wasn't he - also drooling, again!

"It's beautiful.", he almost fell down the branch he had been sitting on as he heard Sakura's voice. How had he not sensed her coming - he scolded himself.
"Sakura, your watch only starts in two hours. Why are you up so early?", he stuttered, regaining his balance and finding a comfortable position on the branch again.
"Naruto is snoring and no matter how hard I kick him he doesn't stop.", Sakura said quietly, smiling up at the full moon. The cold light illuminated half of her smooth young face, fern green eyes glowing in the dark night. 
"I see.", Obito answered quietly, leaning his shoulder against the thick tree trunk.
"Were you thinking about him?", Obito turned his head to find her strong green eyes on him.
"About that silver-haired man, Kakashi.", Sakura said, adjusting her position on the tree branch.
"Yeah.", Obito said a little softer than he had meant to.
"You know, I talked to Tsunade-sama about him, because something felt ... odd when I sensed his chakra."
Obito cocked his head, remembering the note his student had left him the night before.
"I'm not sure if everything she told me is true, but if it is- ... that's why I sent you that note. He is dangerous, Sensei."
"What did Tsunade-sama tell you, Sakura?", Obito couldn't believe that Kakashi would actually pose a threat to him. Yes he had caught a glimpse of the silverette's unique chakra, but he doubted that this man was able to fight yet defeat him in a battle - and if so, frankly he didn't want to find out.
"Well, at first I told her about that man's chakra. It's unlike anything I've seen before so I had to get her opinion on it. After I had explained that to her she told me that approximately ten years ago there was a young shinobi, a prodigy who graduated from the academy at five years-old and became a jounin at twelve. His name was Hatake Kakashi and he was the son of the White Fang-", Obito's eyes shot open wide as suddenly the missing pieces of the puzzle that was Kakashi were being put into place. The White Fang. That's why he was so strong and why Obito couldn't recall ever seeing him. He knew that Hatake Sakumo had a son, but as he was four years younger than him they never had a chance to meet in the academy. All he had heard about that boy was that he wore a mask, covering the lower half of his face and that he was the spitting image of his father - and that suddenly he had disappeared.
"She said that the White Fang killed himself and Kakashi changed after that. Apparently the village was scared of him, because he had become cold and emotionless. There were rumours that he had been in three teams before he disappeared.", Sakura stopped, clearly anxious and worried about Obito.
"Why three teams, that's very uncommon."
"Tsunade-sama said that they all died, that he put the mission before his team."
Obito swallowed hard. The Kakashi he knew was not cold and emotionless or reckless. He had even tried to protect Obito from Kurenai and Asuma.
A sudden feeling of unease and tension made his skin tingle and burn. 'So he is hiding something from me, a lot actually.', he thought, staring off into the distance, trees swaying in the wind coming from the sea.
"But it's all just rumours, Obito-sensei. Maybe none of this is true.", Sakura said, trying to comfort him with a gentle touch of her hand to his shoulder.
"That still doesn't explain how he ended up back in Konoha, working as a-", he stopped himself, for his sake and Sakura's - and Kakashi's.
"What happened in those ten years?", he said more to himself and the wind than anyone else. As if the trees and the sea could give him an answer. An answer he desperately needed.
Sakura didn't respond. Maybe she had noticed how Obito was lost in his own tormenting thoughts again.
Even the calming sound of the light summer breeze only worsened his tension as he clawed his hands into the tree trunk, fingernails scraping along the wood.
"Do you love him?", Sakura's warm touch disappeared, but he didn't answer her, couldn't move his body if he wanted to.
In the corner of his eyes he saw the girl drop down from the branch, holding herself up with one arm.
"You can always ask him, or check the archives if he doesn't want to tell you.", Sakura winked and let herself swing a few times before silently dropping down to the forest floor.
She was right, he should ask him. But what if he lied again, what if he was just retired or hiding in the shadiest part of the village. He didn't want to put him in danger by asking the question that has been slowly eating away at his heart.

Who are you?

No, he would go to the archives first. If there was any source he could trust it was the official documents of the shinobi archive, where each and every shinobi of the Leaf had their own respectable file. In there they were all just numbers and letter combinations in a big filing system that very few grasped to understand. And Obito was not one of them, but he had something most shinobi did not - two bright red Sharingan, with three tomoe and the Mangekyou ability. So he was going to find that file one way or the other.

Their mission went according to plan and they reached Jiro Island almost on time. The client was a merchant who was well known across the nations for his fine array of perls and other jewellery. The man was transporting two carriages of priced goods to sell on the great Green Market in the Land of Grass where every nation's finest items were being sold once a year during the summer festival. In fear of being robbed by bandits and the like, the merchant had hired Team 7 to guard and protect his expensive freight.

They crossed the border into the Land of Grass after five days. Contrary to the merchant's suspicions, there had not been a single incident with bandits or thugs on their way, so his team was either busy fighting each other or annoying the merchant who was, to Obito's misfortune very short-tempered. So he was occupied with calming down the poor old man, after his team - or mostly Naruto - had tried on some of that priceless jewellery and god forbid, had even used it to show off his juggling skills. Naruto's antics, Sakura's random outburst of anger and Sasuke's icy coolness had managed to distract him for a while from the most pressing issue in his head - and he was unbelievably grateful for that, to find a peace of mind for a few hours.
Yet as the main gate of the Hidden Leaf Village came into view, it all came back to him in a flash. The rumours about Kakashi's coldheartedness and disappearance. The dread he felt in his stomach. Everything.
That feeling stayed with him all through his report to the Hokage and chatter with the old man about his future and how he was most likely to become the next Hokage. It was just banter. He knew that Sarutobi Hiruzen just needed someone to talk to, someone to lend him an ear that would listen and Obito was the one he had deemed perfect for that that day. Once again he felt like he had appeared in the wrong place at the wrong time. So two hours of Sarutobi's old childhood stories and Hokage wisdom later, he was finally on his way home, feeling a lot more exhausted than before.
He sauntered through the empty streets of Konoha under the dark night sky. The moon was hiding behind a row of tall buildings and the starry sky looked dark and clouded. There was a storm brewing both in his heart and up in the clouds.

It was way past midnight as he opened the door to his apartment, putting the wards back up after entering. His room was black and quiet, faint shadows painted on his wall as he moved through the darkness, not bothering to turn on a light - what good would it do to see his worn out face now. Sleep was all he needed to clear his head, to cleanse his thoughts and cool his burning skin. Just sleep.
But that fucker wouldn't come to him either, leaving him restless on the hot pillows again. He tossed and turned, but no matter how his body was positioned on the bed - legs straight or drawn in, arms spread or even behind his back or under his ass, hell even on his stomach nothing felt right. Something was missing and he hated to admit to himself that it was Kakashi he missed so desperately. But there was no way in hell that he could run back to him like a needy dog. Not after what he had heard from Sakura. He was not in his right mind right now to see him. What if they started fighting. The thing he absolutely did not want to happen was to hurt Kakashi.

He inhaled deeply, exhaling into the pillow before letting the soft fluffy material muffle a loud scream of his. There was no way around this. He needed to relief that mountain of stress and dread he was being squeezed under and if it could not be with Kakashi then he would find someone else.

After dressing in his favourite civilian outfit and jumping over the rooftops of quiet sleeping buildings the first neon sign came into view in just a few minutes. Landing softly on the rough ground he purposefully avoided going anywhere near that back alley where Kakashi picked up his customers, and went into the oposite direction. He knew of a little establishment that tended specifically to the Uchiha and their needs - he just hoped that they were still in business after the Uchiha massacre three years ago. Searching the streets with his Sharingan, looking for a sign that looked like a pink Sharingan with four tomoe, he went deeper and deeper into the red light district until he had reached the protective wall that was build around Konoha.
Sighing in defeat he looked around before leaning his back against the wall. "So they are gone too.", he whispered to himself.
"Are you an Uchiha?", a male voice spoke to his right. Obito turned to see a tanned young man with curly ginger hair that reached down to his shoulders and big bright orange eyes approaching him with his hands behind his head.
"Who is asking?", Obito said, arms folded under his chest.
"Hiroto*.", the man grinned, showing his shining white teeth.
"A hustler named Hiroto. Very funny.", Obito scoffed, waving at the man dismissively.
"Who said that I'm a hustler?", Obito turned his head back towards the man.
"Are you not?", he watched Hiroto move closer, hips swaying and hands playing with orange locks.
"I'm more of a connoisseurs of the arts.", Hiroto leered, leaning in close into Obito's space.
"So a hustler with a good sense of humor and a proclivity for psychology.", the Uchiha smirked, standing up to his full height - which was taller than the hooker.
"Huh, I forgot that Uchiha could always see right through one.", Hiroto said.
"Now what is one of the last Uchiha doing in the darkest corner of the village?", the hooker said, resting his hand on Obito's chest.
"If I have to tell you that, you have already lost my interest."
"Oh, straight to the point. I must say that it's been a while since I've had one of you, so forgive me if I'm a little rusty.", the man said before shimmying down Obito's front to kneel down on the wet floor. He could have turned away and left, but the hooker was already undoing his jeans and licking his lips wantonly, so fuck it - and him, literally.
Warm slender hands got a hold of his semi-hard cock and Obito's right leg twitched in anticipation. The man freed Obito's member from his jeans and started strocking it slowly while glowing orange eyes fixed dark ebony ones.
He could feel the heat building in his groin as a warm wet tongue licked along his shaft.
"Hm you're so big. Can't wait to feel this inside of me.", the hooker licked his lips before diving down onto Obito's length, leaving him breathless for a second.
Filthy slurping and sucking noises filled the air as the man worked up and down Obito's shaft. The part of Obito's cock his mouth couldn't fit he stroked with his hands to the same rhythm.
Soon Obito was moaning, hands fisted into orange locks as he fucked the man's mouth with an angry hunger, like a starving animal. Hiroto did not complain though, letting himself be used like a proper whore. In moments like these Obito felt the harsh possessive nature every Uchiha had inside of them bubbling up to the surface, making his skin burn up with arousal and lust.
He also felt his orgasm approaching rapidly and his movements became chaotic, losing all form of rhythm as he thrust in one last time and came down the man's throat to the noises of gagging and squelching. His legs felt wobbely at first as he pulled out of the hooker's mouth, who choked and coughed on the floor for a solid minute. Already pulling his jeans and boxers back up over his softening length, a hand caught the hem of his pants.
"Hey, what are you doing? Not gonna fuck me properly now?", the man said disappointedly, wiping residual silva and semen off of his lips and chin.
He didn't want more than that. Anything else would remind him too much of Kakashi. His mind already felt clearer, his body less heavy so he tossed the man a bill and jumped up on the rooftops - where he finished buttoning up his pants.
"Fucking idiot, you could have had this!", the hooker called after him, showing off his tight bare ass, cheeks spreads apart. Obito didn't pay the man any thought and left to the sounds cursing and shouting behind him.

Once he had left the darkest corner of the village where people like Hiroto spent their nights, he decided to walk home instead of taking the quick route over the rooftops. The dread and stress were slowly returning accompanied by slight sudden waves of nausea. It had got worse than before. Maybe he was just getting sick or that hooker had given him a rare disease or transmitted a virus onto him.
"Ugh fuck it.", he sighed, looking straight down the main road where the Hokage tower stood proud and tall. There was no way he could get any sleep now so might as well search the archives for a certain Hatake Kakashi.

Once he had reached the tower he noticed that he was still wearing his civilian clothes and made a quick henge no jutsu of his shinobi uniform. Silently dropping into the shadows of the dark tower he moved like a whisper through the halls, a mere itch or breeze on sensitive skin - that ANBU training really did have it's perks.
The halls around the archive were empty, no ANBU guards in front of the doors to the room either. With a swift move of his hand and a little help from his trusty Sharingan the wards on the doors came off and he slid inside like a piece of paper through a crack.

The archives were big, some files dating back to the era of the first Hokage and even before that. There was also a code system in place for the filing of documents that Obito obviously didn't know - because why would you go to the effort of doing research about the place you are going to break into when you could just mindlessly take out files, look at the dates and mission tags to try to figure it out yourself. He really needed to stop going out in the middle of the night and doing things that his sleep deprived brain told him to. If he could have told that to his past-self he would not have been in this situation right now.

He was going to kill that fucking bastard and if it was the last thing he did.

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He was going to kill Kakashi and if it was the last thing he did.

Storming out of the archives into the halls, not caring if he drew any attention. His movements were fuelled by anger, having been betrayed by the man he had wanted to gift his heart to. He should have known, should have realised. How could he miss that - he was ex-ANBU for kami's sake. Was Kakashi just that good at hiding his intentions?

The tower was as empty and dark as when he had entered, practically running down the hallways towards the exist. Shadows mocking him with silhouettes of the silver-haired bastard, spicky patterns flowing through the halls encasing him like a prison. The floor stuck to his shoes, legs getting heavy and slow. The walls very closing in on either side, big slender hands reaching out from out of the dark to snatch him up. His heartbeat was barely audible over his breathing and the heavy sound of footsteps. The silence turned into whispers, all around him, circling him until he felt dizzy. That voice. That low bass was everywhere and nowhere, angry moans in his ears and inside of his head.
"Obito."
"Obito?"
"Obito!"

His feet gave in, landing face first on the cold gravelly floor, fingernails scratching along sand and stones drawing warm blood from the tips of his fingers. Heavy breathing behind gritted teeth and closed eyes. His hands balled into fists and legs drawn in to sit on his knees, he heard footsteps in front of him. His head snapped up, Sharigan glowing angrily in the darkness, to find nothing, just empty space. Another whisper in the night. Kakashi.
He jumped up on his legs and onto the rooftops, hands stretched behind him using all the momentum he could get he sprinted towards his apartment, feet kicking at roof tiles, flowing through the air like a fast spreading fire. Hot breath escaping through his nostrils and teeth like lines of fresh thick smoke. Shadows following him in the dark, hushed voices in the night, like an itch or light breeze.
The windows to his apartment were closed, but he had no time to go in the usual way. His feet collided with glass, sending a million tiny shrapnels through the cold air, flying past his skin leaving small scratches and cuts in their path. He landed in a crouch on the floor of his living room, one hand on the ground, glass shards piercing his skin, but the shadows were gone, had disappeared into nothingness.

Quickly he put on his uniform, restocked his shuriken and kunai and left through the broken window. He needed to find Kakashi quickly before the shadows that were following him did. If they were out to get that bastard he wanted to have a quick chat with him first. There was six of them silently tailing him, but he had sensed their presence, their impeccably well disguised chakra and invisible movements. A team of ANBU. For a few minutes he let them follow him, watching their movements and flickers of chakra, before he reached the park. In the cover of trees he made a Kagebunshin and sent it out to continue on to the red light district, district 13, while he watched as three of the ANBU followed the clone. He knew that the ANBU knew where he was hiding, kunai in hand in the thicket of a tree, lush green leaves covering his presence. Waiting for them to move he stayed a few minutes before sending out another clone to attack the shadows where he had sensed them. Shuffling, metal clanking and a loud thump was all he heard before he found himself in his kamui dimension. The memories of the second clone came to him in a flash, the pain of a kunai stabbing into his chest paralysing him for a second, eyes squeezed shut and hands clutching his upper body. At least they didn't know of his whereabouts anymore.
The black room filled with large stone posts scattered in random patterns across the infinite space, seemed colder than usual - he really needed to put up some decor or something to lighten the dense atmosphere. It was too empty except for the mountain of different kinds of weapons he was keeping there.
Quickly he formed chakra in his eyes while picturing the dark back alley where he had first met Kakashi. The world spun in front of his eyes as the posts and pillars slowly morphed into the outline of the dark alley. Once he had fully materialised he found it was empty, no silver-haired hooker of any kind to be seen and his clone, ANBU in tow wasn't here yet either - a good sign, he had won some time. The wet floor splashed and smacked under his feet as he walked towards the small bar on the left side of the alley. The first rops of cold rain hit the ground like needles repelling off of harsh stone. He swung the door open and strode inside the small room, drawing ten pairs of eyes on him. Mostly middleaged men were sitting on the few tables that were available, looking at him with what could only be described as distaste and disapproval. He scanned the place to find the old woman behind the bar minding her own business preparing drinks and decorating them with lemon slices. Confidently he strode past the group of judging eyes and leaned over the counter.
"Sorry to interrupt-", he paused, waiting for the old woman to aknowledge his presence. She took her time to finish an azure blue drink that looked like something one would order at a beach party, before her eyes looked him up and down. His skin burned under the tension in the room. The air felt electrical and charged under the steady gaces of the groups of men.
"You look familiar.", the old woman said and at that everyone went back to what they had been doing before Obito's grand entrance, leaving him trembling for a second as the pressure in his chest slowly disappeared into nothingness.
"I'm looking for a hooker.", he shouted over the loud noises of chatter and laughter.
"He is in his early twenties, has messy silver hair and a slim build. He usually waits outside your bar for customers. Oh and he goes by the name Sukea.", he explained, leaning closer so the woman could pick up everything he said.
"Is he in trouble for something?", a worried expression darkened her wrinkled face. 'Yes he is. Major trouble even, if I find him.', he wanted to say, but that would probably just get him kicked out. The woman seemed to pity the lying bastard for some reason.
"A few rogue shinobi were seen with him so he might be in danger.", he said, hoping to kami that it was convincing enough to get the old woman to talk.
She looked at the blue swill for a second before opening her mouth to speak again.
"I think I can help you with that.", a man cut her off, taking the exotic drink in his hand and sipping on it. He was tanned and younger than most of the men in the bar. His short wavy hair and big eyes were the same ebony brown and his black turtleneck was pulled up to his chin.
"And who are you?", Obito said leaning against the counter. The old woman watched them for a few seconds before disappearing to a group of elderly men with a tray of bear bottles and tall glasses in hand.
"I guess you could call me your ace of hearts.", the man winked while his hand slid a small folded piece of paper across the counter towards Obito. He could feel the man's chakra, well hidden but still there, at least to Obito's senses. Sometimes his sensory nature worked quite well, like now, but with Kakashi he had not been able to sense anything. Even after the ANBU traitor had let his chakra flow freely, Obito had not been able to determine what kind of training he had gone under. Usually he could sense any ANBU, jōnin or chūnin - genin and pre-genin had little to no chakra control yet so they usually felt like civilians to him - that would get closer than ten feet, but with Kakashi there was nothing. His chakra was like that of an experienced chuunin, boring and silent when dormant and like a small uncontrolled storm when set free.
"You should find him there.", the brunette said, setting the paper down next to him. Obito picked it up hesitantly while the man took another sip of the blue goo. There was an address written in kanji, signed with the letter T and a small drawn heart next to it. He wanted to thank the mysterious shinobi, but as he looked up the man was gone. The drink was empty and all that remained was the smell of wood and forest lingering in the air almost like an afterthought.
"The people in this district are so strange.", he whispered to himself and shrugged his shoulders.
Waving the old woman goodbye he disappeared through the door without a sound. The rain had started to fall like a flod down from the sky, covering every surface in a layer of cold water. There was still no sign of the ANBU yet so he quickly sprinted towards the apartment block that was at the address the brunette had given him. It was an old house, five stories high with approximately four apartments per floor. The note didn't say which apartment number but Obito would just check the windows to find out. The first four were empty so he went up to the second floor. There he saw a couple fucking lazily, a young woman sleeping and an old man returning from the bathroom with his pants still hanging around his ankles. To cleanse his eyes he quickly looked up at the stars, rain dropping down onto his face, before checking the fourth apartment which was empty again. He worked his way up to the fifth floor where he finally found his target sleeping on a futon in a sparsely furnished room, a flock of messy silver hair sticking out from under a green blanket. A grin formed on Obito's face as he disarmed the simple wards on the window and slid inside, keeping one Sharingan on the sleeping silverette all the while. With a quick Suiton no Jutsu he collected the rainwater from his soaked uniform and hair to let it flow out of the window.
Then he stayed in the shadows, masking his chakra and presence while slowly sneaking over to the futon. Kakashi's chakra was quiet, resting just like him, but he knew better than to believe such a cover, carefully scanning the room with his Sharingan - at least there were no Kagebunshin or weapons hidden anywhere in the almost empty flat. Suddenly he felt the memories of his first clone washing over him - he was running out of time.
Quickly and without care he took the blanket, throwing it towards the open window. Kakashi was splayed out on the futon in black boxer shorts and a wide T-shirt. Obito saved this image as the last memory of the man he had loved (and then been betrayed by) into his mind, before sitting down over his hips, setting his entire bodyweight on that sensitive part of Kakashi's body, while moving slender pale arms above his head and holding them there. He regarded the position for a moment - the way Kakashi's chest rose and fell with his breathing and how there was no resistance on his arms. It would have been nice to fuck him like this once, but now all that bastard deserved was a quick death - but not before Obito could get some information out of him, one way or the other. He raised his free hand to deliver a slap to that pale face, but stopped as he suddenly felt movement under him. Siver curls moved in the moonlight and all of a sudden two tired grey eyes were staring into his glowing bright red Sharingan.
"You gonna fuck me or not, Obito?", the silverette said sleepily, a drowsy grin forming on his face. The grip Obito had on Kakashi's wrists tightened as he reached down to his pounch to retrieve a kunai.
"No, not this time, Kakashi.", he spat the name like venom onto his pale sharp face, bringing the kunai up to his throat, the cold sharp edge barely gracing over alabaster skin. The air was heavy and hot around them, tension tinglying at Obito's skin.
"Did you know that I like it rough?", Kakashi's voice dropped an octave in tone and his face got dark, eyes narrowing and lines becoming more defined, mimicking Obito's expression. He leaned down to lick over the shell of Kakashi's right ear, tasting salty sweat and citrus shampoo on warm skin.
"Me too, Hound.", he whispered into his ear, watching Kakashi's eyes twitch and arms tug at his bonds - that was all the confirmation he had needed.
"Fucking traitor.", he snarled pressing the kunai hard against soft skin preparing to slice, to leave a long red line across pale white, but suddenly a sharp pain made him freeze. Gritting his teeth to muffle a scream he looked over to his left arm that was holding Kakashi's hands in place, where the bastard had his teeth deep in Obito's skin, drawing blood. Quickly he dropped the kunai to send a punch to Kakashi's face, teeth gripping harder as the force of Obito's hard fist smashed his head into the ground, taking a piece of flesh from the arm with him. This time he couldn't hold back a scream and a curse, drawing his arm towards his body protectively, but letting Kakashi's hands go in the process. He didn't even flinch before sending a fist into Obito's stomach, making him choke on air and push away. Obito's hand went to retrieve two kunai, holding them with the blade down in front of his head and chest. Kakashi took a smiliar stance, bright electrical crackling filling the air that sounded like a thousand screaming birds, raw bright purple chakra glowing around his hands.
"How did you find out?", Kakashi said and if Obito hadn't seen his lips moving he wouldn't have recognized that voice.
"You're exceptional at hiding and masking your chakra, but the fear and anger inside of your heart are too powerful to overlook.", he said, watching how Kakashi's eyes softened a little. That man had probably been hiding his emotions away, swallowing it all down his entire life and now it was like the pot was overflowing and Obito could clearly see, had clearly seen it, in those dark grey eyes. Eyes that had never looked quite right, never seemed real, like a cover with tiny visible cracks.
"I've seen your file.", Kakashi flinched. "I know that what you told me is true, except for that last part. What happened after your third team had failed, Kakashi? How did you end up in ROOT?", it was the last chance he would get to ask. He knew that if Kakashi really was this coldhearted ruthless monster, one of them would die here, tonight. 
"You're just a mission. I don't have to tell you anything.", came the answer in a low growl that made Obito's heart ache. But why did he, despite his heated chakra and angry grimace seem so small, so scared as he said those words like nothing more than a mantra. A Nindo drenched in blood and loss, nothing more than a lifeline that was slowly fading away taking Kakashi with it into infinite darkness. Obito remembered the fear he had seen and felt in him as they had passed the Hokage tower or other shinobi. Had he inflicted all of of this painon himself? Had the guilt and sorrow of losing three teams turned into such strong unhinged fear and anger, even though he most likely killed them himself? Was there no one in his life that had told him to stop, told him breathe and rethink - someone that was just there for him.
Obito took a deep breath before saying something that a few hours ago wouldn't have even crossed his mind.
"I'm sorry, Kakashi.", he dropped the kunai to the floor, hitting the ground with a dull tone.
"What?", Kakashi said, confusion overwriting his fierce expression and Obito took a step closer.
"I'm sorry that you lost your father."
Two steps.
"I'm sorry that you lost your team mates."
Three steps.
"And I'm sorry that you were alone to deal with that."
Four steps. He was only an arm's reach from Kakashi, Mangekyou Sharingan carefully studying every little tremble or movement the ANBU made. His eyes were glowing with a tumultuous mass of emotion that would have crushed anyone else in an instant, hands still glowing with raw purple chakra shooting sparks of lightning through the air. His breath was visible in the crackling heat of electricity, short exhales through gritted teeth leaving trails of hot smoke behind. He was burning up from the inside like that day at the tea house and Obito had realised it a little too late.
"But you're not alone anymore.", he said as two purple glowing hands threatened to slice him in half, but then merely went through his body like he was invisible. It would have killed him if he hadn't transported that part of his chest into the kamui dimension.
"You can't kill me like you killed them.", Kakashi's eyes shot open wide, purple light reflecting in those dark grey orbs.
"That's how you did it, right? That's how you killed your teams?", Obito grabbed Kakashi's arms, holding them tightly in place as the younger man tried to move away. He could only keep the kamui teleportation jutsu up for five minutes but he hoped that he could break Kakashi's last emotional barriers in that time. Then none of them had to die here.
"N-o, I didn't-.", the ANBU stuttered, grey eyes frantically moving from left to right, searching for something to focus on in the dark room other than Obito, purple flickering light reflecting in almost black retinas.
His right hand let go of Kakashi's arm to wrap around his throat, while the ANBU's eyes were on his slender arms going right through Obito's chest.
"Tell me, Kakashi. Tell me what you did.", he squeezed lightly, feeling the other's fast pulse and bloodflow under soft fragile skin. The ANBU grunted, taking a long raspy breath, eyes moving up to meet Obito's. Suddenly a hand grabbed his arm, but didn't move him away, rather holding him in place around Kakashi's throat.
"Do it, Obito. Please.", the ANBU whispered, moving closer until they were only inches apart.
"If you found out, others probably have too. I failed my mission so I'm already as good as dead.", he said and the electrical crackling stopped, leaving only a faint glow of purple light around them as his left hand dropped to the side - right one still holding Obito's arm in place.
Obito's heart stopped. Did Kakashi want to die? He knew the ANBU could have easily killed him, so why did he give up just like that. And why now? ANBU rarely deviated from mission protocol, let alone surrender to an enemy. So why was Kakashi renouncing his life to Obito. It didn't make any sense.
Obito checked the area with his senses. Was there a Kagebunshin or hidden ANBU or just anything that would explain his behaviour?
Well no Kagebunshin, but the six ANBU had finally arrived and were waiting outside the window, the door and on the roof. Would they intervene if he actually tried to kill Kakashi? He still didn't know if they were here for him or the silver-haired man who was slowly choking around his grip. So to finally lure them out of their cover he obliged Kakashi's request, squeezing harder around the man's throat. Grey eyes shot open in shock before his face turned soft and relaxed around Obito's hand, while he rasped and croaked. He tried to concentrate his senses on his surroundings filtering out the movements of the ANBU that had started to change positions, chakra flaring a little more than before. Kakashi was getting dangerously close to passing out so Obito was starting to worry that his plan was going to fail. But just as he wanted to release his grip he felt one of the ANBU flying in through the window, dodging a kunai that was aimed at his head he let go of Kakashi. The silver-haired ANBU sank to his knees, coughing and panting, while Obito created distance between them as more ANBU appeared in the room. The tallest of the group, wearing a panther mask took a few steps towards Obito who had two kunai gripped tightly in front of his chest and face.
"Uchiha Obito, you are under arrest for the violation of law 4269, the sex law, breaking into the archives and attempted murder on a shinobi of Konohagakure. If you don't resign yourself over to the ANBU willingly we will have to take you in with force.", the ANBU spoke, his long black hair swaying in the wind coming in through the open window.
Obito cursed himself. He should have realised that they were coming for him and not Kakashi. Why would ANBU be after one of their own? (Well they were here to arrest him, an ex-ANBU and 'candidate to take over as the next hokage' shinobi of the Leaf.) In the end everyone had orders that they followed, weither they were there own or from someone above didn't matter.
He cursed himself again. He could run, transport himself into his kamui dimension and flee, but what good would that do. He would end up as a rogue shinobi just like Itachi, leaving Sasuke as the last Uchiha of Konoha, to bring even more shame onto their forsaken clan.
That boy couldn't cope on his own, not after what his brother had done. Sasuke needed Obito just like Naruto and Sakura did and knowing that in this situation made his decision so much easier, but so much more painful as well. This was never meant to end well for him, no matter how he would have acted or what he would have done, just knowing Kakashi had made him a target for the elders.
But he had realised this too late, he had lost. All those years of successfully hiding who he was, being in secret relationships that had never worked out and now the first time he had actually fallen in love with someone he adored and spent his time with like his feelings and attraction weren't deemed as faul, disgusting and wrong by the elders, it all came crashing down like an avalanche, drowning him in the village's ill words and judgement.
He had always imagined that his end was either on the battlefield or in his own home around a family that wasn't illegal in the eyes of the people and the Land.
But things never turned out as you wished, especially not as a shinobi. You could wish for happiness and peace but that wouldn't make it any more likely to actually happen.

He saw Kakashi standing again, holding a hand over his throat, patches of red peaking out from behind it. His expression was unreadable, so fully neutral and bored in the cover of darkness as he approached him. Obito had dropped his arms to the side, kunai hanging weakly in his hands.
A million thoughts were racing through his head. He could kill Kakashi now, have that last victory or take him hostage or fight his way through - a somewhat honorable death. Just run away, teleport away now and you will be out of the village in mere seconds. You never have to come back if they can't accept you for who you are. They hate you and you hate them so why would stay-
"You're thinking too loud.", Kakashi had his hands on Obito's cheeks, soft eyes looking into his.
'W-what?'
"I'm sorry, Obito.", the silver-haired ANBU whispered before pressing his lips onto Obito's. He tried to step back in shock but Kakashi held him tightly around his jaw, pushing his tongue deep inside of Obito's mouth. There was no affection behind it as the warm wet flesh licked along his palette before he withdrew, fingers moving around the edges Obito's face, stopping at his temple. He stared into dark grey orbs that looked like two black holes as suddenly a sting Kakashi's familiar chakra pierced his skin.
The ANBU's eyes started to glow a dark purple and the world began to spin around Obito's pupils. He tried to block out his chakra, tried to break the genjutsu, only that it was not an illusion, because as Kakashi shouted the word 'Fūjiyō*' his vision went blurry, chakra draining from his eyes into the hands that were holding his head still. The room spun clockwise and counterclockwise at the same time and Obito felt his empty stomach pressing up against his throat. Kakashi's face faded into black like the rest of the room and a mere second later he was floating in nothing but darkness before his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he finally collapsed.

I'..m so...rr..y, O...b...ito.

He woke with an intense headache and pain in his wrists. His eyes hurt like they had been gouged out of their sockets and he had trouble opening his lids. Slowly all the noises of the room and feelings came to him and he grit his teeth as he felt gloved hands inspecting his jaw.
"Did you get it off yet?", a male voice said to his right, sounding nervous.
"No, just let me do my thing, ok. That bitch put up five lines of signs as a barrier and I can't find a single one on his body.", another man groaned.
"Danzou won't be happy about that.", the first man sighed.
"Yeah no shit, Sherlock. At least we won't be on the recieving end of his wrath.", the one whose hand was now in his mouth running his fingers along Obito's teeth and gums. He couldn't move his limbs or any part of his body, like he had been bound to the chair he was sitting on with ten lengths of chakra-rope.
"Oh wait, I found one.", the man who had his hands on and inside of Obito exclaimed joyously as his thumb glided over Obito's palette. A warm burning chakra suddenly sliced through the middle of his gums and a choked sob tried to escape from his mouth. Yet his eyelids felt less heavy and the feeling in his fingers returned and mouth.
"Just four to go and-", the man said and suddenly the sound of a pair fast angry footsteps and the squeaking of a door drowned out his voice. Obito's senses were all over the place but he recognized the new chakra signature that was now in the room with them. He just couldn't put a name to it in his fizzy mind that was still spining in all directions at once.
"Are you still removing that seal?", the new addition to the room growled.
"Yes, I'm afraid that Hound made this unnecessarily hard to unseal, Danzou-sama.", the other man said.
His mind stilled for a split second as the name reverberated through his conscious like a raspy whisper. Danzou Shimura, the head of ROOT and a councillor in the village council of Konoha. Usually every criminal was sent to Morino Ibiki's interrogation chamber where Yamanaka Inoichi would probe their mind with his mind reading technique. So why was he in Danzou's custody instead?
"Then get that fag in here right now!", the head of ROOT shouted and Obito heard one of the ANBU next to him stand up and leave hastily.
"If I can't get those Sharingan I will rip out his eyes instead!", Danzou shouted after the man. Obito swallowed hard, hands balling into fists as he tried to steady his mind, to think of a way out, while he heard footsteps getting louder as Danzou approached him.
"Uchiha Obito-", a big hand fisted into a bundle of his short brown hair, angling his head up until it hurt. "I didn't think I would see you again, Racoon. At least not under these circumstances.", he could hear the councillor's satisfied grin as he harshly held Obito's head in place for a few seconds before letting it go again.
"I must say I was surprised when I recieved the report from Hound. Never would I have suspected you to be a nasty fag.", Danzou said and Obito's head sank deeper until his chin almost touched his naked chest. So Kakashi had ratted him out like he was nothing, like their time together had meant nothing to him.
If his eyes hadn't been sealed shut, there would have been tear, a single tear, running down his cold cheek, not because Kakashi had betrayed him, but because he had trusted the man to protect his secret just like he had his.
"Did you have fun with my little informant?", Danzou was suddenly close, too close, whispering into his ear and he flinched, turning his head away from the hot breath on his skin.
"Did you enjoy fucking him?", Danzou went on and Obito wanted to move, to shout and throw a fist into that disgusting wrinkled visage, just to get away from this.
"... Using him like the whore he is?", the councillor snarled into his other ear and Obito snapped, lifting his head up and to where he knew Danzou was standing and spiting at what he hoped to be the man's face. 'You disgusting piece of shit! I should have killed you when I had the chance!", is what he wanted to say, but all that left his mouth was hot air, like his vocal chords had been cut.
"... Speaking of that whore, I think he has finally arrived.", Danzou smiled aubibly as the doors opened and a familiar chakra signature entered the room with a greeting.

"Danzou-sama."

Chapter Text

"Danzou-sama.", came Kakashi's bland greeting as the door to the interrogation chamber opened and then shut again.

"Kakashi, I'm finally glad that I did keep you alive.", Danzou said happily and Kakashi stayed silent. Obito could feel the silver-haired ANBU's chakra spike for a second at the comment though, like a tiny flash of killing intent, but mostly contentment.
"You have brought me a very nice gift indeed.", Danzou smirked. "But I did not ask for the five layers of wrapping paper around it.", his smirk aubibly turned into a growl and Obito faintly heard feet shuffling and a quiet whimper coming from Kakashi.
"Open the seal.", the older growled.
"Now!"
Kakashi was shoved towards Obito. He could feel a drift in the air, the faint scent of Kakashi's citrus shampoo and light cologne that smelled like damp rain and fresh grass.

Obito had resigned himself. There was nothing he could do anymore. He was at Danzou's mercy and after Kakashi would have opened the seal the councillor was going to take his Sharingan. Then he would really, truly have nothing left, dying blind as a disgusting failure to the village.
You will be the next Hokage, Obito.
Those words held no meaning anymore. This was the final line. His dream of becoming Hokage and changing the village, getting rid of disgusting derogatory old laws and bringing fresh wind into that old, dusty office. The village needed a make-over and so did it's people. For too long had they been ordered around by men that had refused to retire three decades ago, by people that carried the hate and ideals of their parents in them like it was a lifeline, a reminder of the past they needed so desperately to cling on to, because everything else seemed terrifying new and bold and frankly unacceptable in their eyes.
Well that make-over would never come and if it ever did Obito wouldn't be there to witness it. After all he was going to die a coward and criminal today. So why did he really care anymore. Why did he care so much when he heard Kakashi's footsteps, not getting close but further away from him. Why did he care when the room suddenly fell silent and Kakashi finally spoke.

"No, Danzou-sama."

"What!", the councillor and Obito were equally as shocked at that single syllable.

"I'm not going to open the seal.", Kakashi sounded resolut and firm and Obito would have opened his eyes wide in shock, if they hadn't been glued shut. He could only listen and tremble under the tension which suddenly filled the room like a fast spreading fire.
"Kakashi, you are disobeying an order. From me.", Danzou snarled, surprise still edged into his  sharp tone. Obito didn't hear Kakashi answer or move for that matter. He sensed his chakra, fighting to stand still like a tree during a hurricane.
"Get on your knees. Or do I have to make you?", that last part definitely sounded like a threat, like he had had to do it before - make Kakashi kneel.
There was a short pause before Obito heard the sliding and shuffling of clothing and rattling of metal as Kakashi's knees hit the ground.
"Open the seal.", Danzou growled again.
"No.", Kakashi croaked and suddenly Obito could hear his raspy, choked breaths.
"Useless piece of shit, do I have to remind you what you are?, the councillor sounded feral, growling like a predator. Kakashi didn't answer.  Choked breathing was the only thing Obito could make out coming from the ANBU. Then suddenly a loud smack disturbed the tense silence, followed by another. "You're nothing! No one!", Danzou shouted and another loud smack and a slap filled the room.

"I own you and you will do as I say, filthy fag."

BANG!

"I can do whatever I want with you. I could kill you and no one would care."

SMACK!

"So when I tell you to go out and fuck someone you will do it. When I tell you to kill that someone you will do it. And when I tell you to open a fucking seal you will do it."

WHACK!

"You are mine. There's only one thing you deserve: My handprint on your throat."

SLAP!

Obito was shivering, cold and tense as he heard a loud thump and groaning from the floor in front of him. He had tried to block out Kakashi's whimpers and cries, but now they were all that remained in his head, playing like a song on loop.
He wanted to reach out or call out to the bundle of chakra huddled in itself on the floor. Wanted to help him, get him out of harms way. Kakashi's betrayal was a mere afterthought, a memory with no meaning as Obito had understood that he was being protected. That Kakashi would defy Danzou to prolong his life a little longer. The silver-haired ANBU had taken a beating for him and Obito's heart ached and clenched at the thought of him lying on the floor bruised and hurt.

"I'll come back later, give you some time to think about what you did and then you will open the seal or I'll beat you so hard you won't be able to walk for a week.", Danzou snarled before kicking Kakashi one last time and leaving with loud angry steps.

All he heard was the faint breathing of the the younger man. He knew the silver-haired jounin was lying on the floor, possibly bleeding and definitely in a lot of pain.
And it made his heart ache and stomach curl. Whatever the evil bastard had wanted to do to Obito, Kakashi had managed to put a stop to it - at least for now. But the mixed signals the silverette was sending out to him made his mind race with millions of thought, possibilities, hopes and cautious speculation. Right there and then, tied to a chair and most of his senses and chakra sealed away, he had a very painfully long moment to think. To really think because there was nothing else he could do. His words sounded like hot breaths and there was no point in screaming - he hadn't even attempted that because it would probably just sound ridiculous coming from his constricted throat. So he let his mind wander to the raspy noises of Kakashi's laboured breathing, trying to distract himself from the fact that the man could possibly be dying on the cold stone floor next to him, while he was unable to help him.

No, Kakashi definitely wouldn't die this easily. Or would he?
Memories from a few hours ago came back to him. Obito's hand on Kakashi's throat and the ANBU looking exhausted, defeated even, pulling him closer in an iron grip, pleading for Obito to end it. Even looking content as he tightened the grip around sensitive skin and bones.
Kakashi wouldn't just give up like this, right?

A sudden realisation hit him that he knew frightening little about the man. Everything he had told him at their lunch dates or walks through the villages had probably been lies, just pieces of a cover for the mission he was carrying out. And he wondered just how long Danzou had made him stay in that apartment. Had made him pleasure anyone who had asked him to in the middle of a shady back alley for little to no money. And wondered how Kakashi had managed to stay sane during that time, not to break under Danzou's sharp eyes and even sharper words, cutting like a thousand senbun through delicate flesh, leaving invisible scars that were beyond repair.

But maybe Kakashi was broken. That's why he hadn't defended himself when Danzou's wrath had come right for him. When those awful words were spoken to him like nothing but fact, the sounds of harsh reality in bleeding ears.

After a while even though he couldn't see Kakashi, he knew the man was broken, breathing and concious on the floor with no plans to get up any time soon. Probably basking in his own self-loathing and hatred. Obito could sense it, the lack of fight in him. The painful aknowledgement that he had given up and it scratched at Obito's heart, because despite everything Kakashi meant something to him. And after Danzou showing his true intentions, what Kakashi actually was to him - nothing more than a fucktoy with a name that he could send out to gather the most detailed and intimate information on anybody who fell for Kakashi's pretty face - Obito felt this great urge rise inside of him to protect the younger man, to get him out and keep him safe. Because Danzou was treating him like an animal when he deserved so much, deserved to be cared for and loved.

A sudden sting cursed through his body and he froze. Kakashi's felt more alive all of sudden, less still and subdued, but Obito's limbs were becoming numb, number than they already were. The chakra depletion was taking it's toll on him and he felt consciousness slipping away, through bound fingers and curled toes. But he had to stay awake, had to help Kakashi, somehow.
'There was to be a way.', he thought as his head started to feel light, like a feather and his mind turned blank, just black and he felt tired, so tired.

"Obito.", a soft voice stopped his decend into sleep and he looked up with closed eyes and open ears. A hand brushed past his knee and if he could have he would have twitched at it's faint touch.

"Obito, I'm going to open the seal.", it was Kakashi - who else, there was no one in the room but them. But no if he opened the seal Danzou would take his eyes and kill him.
He wanted to shout and scream but as he had feared it all just came out as a long breathy sound, more of a helpless whimper than anything else. His fingers moved frantically to get the other man's attention, which he did.
"It's alright, I'm just removing some barriers so you can move and talk again - and see.", Kakashi's voice was hoarse and raspy. 'Probably from being choked.', Obito thought to himself with a sad amount of worry. So he stopped fidgeting - if breathing heavily and moving your fingers and head around slowly classified as that - and let Kakashi place two cold sticky hands on his face, cupping his cheeks. Obito shuddered internally as he realised that the sticky substance coating his finger was most likely his own blood. But he dispersed of that thought quickly to concentrate on the gentle touches Kakashi gave him.
Suddenly he felt the familiar feel of lightning cursing through the skin at his temples and then his eyes, spreading out over his entire body. It left him shaking for a solid minute before he noticed that he had been pulled into a soft kiss. Gladly he opened his mouth for the other man, whose tongue immediately burst in to lick his palette again. Then Kakashi pulled away and his hands left Obito's face, leaving him empty and cold again.
But the weight that had been bearing down on him, making his body and his eyelids heavy like lead was lifted now. He felt light as a feather in the wind as he remember the feeling of his limbs and eyes again.
"You can open your eyes now.", Kakashi said and Obito did as he was told, slowly moving his eyelids up over the edge of his eyes. Despite the darkness of the room the dim lights on the ceiling stung and burned but he breathed through the pain, forcing his eyes to open. The world was blurry at first, the slightly visible features of a face in front of him and darkness around. He blinked a few times and the milky glaze lifted to reveal Kakashi kneeling in front of him. But the second he saw the blood he wished he hadn't opened his eyes. There was a thick long trail of red running down the right half of his face soaking into the cloth mask that was covering the lower half of his face. His hair was partly red and sticky, like bloody highlights in a dull silver glow. His eyes were slightly hidden by a forest of silver and red bangs, but he looked ... happy, peaceful.
"Kak-", he wanted to speak but his mouth was drier than the dunes around Suna. His hands tried to reach out to take the younger man into his arms, to tell him everything would be alright alright even though he knew it wasn't. But the chakra rope was still binding his wrists behind the chair.
"Wait Obito, take this.", Kakashi is suddenly very close to his face, holding a small opened flask in front of his mouth. It probably couldn't have worsend his situation anymore so he opened his mouth to taste fresh water on his tongue. He slurped up every tiny drop of liquid like a man dying from dehydration. When the small flask was empty Kakashi stored it away in a pocket of his dirty bloodstained ANBU flak jacket. Obito felt a lot less ... dry and thought his mouth might actually be able to form some words with the added lubrication of fresh water.
"Kakashi-", he said, voice still raspy but it was audible this time, more than just a mere hush of breath and Obito smiled.
Kakashi smiled as well sending jolts of warmth into Obito's chest. He looked fine like this, like he wasn't seriously injuried and Obito found himself thanking kami or whoever the fuck was up there above the angry storm clouds.
"Yo.", came a quick and simple reply he had never heard from the silverette before, but that made him remember that he knew very little about the man in front of him, hiding his beautiful face behind a dark cloth mask.
"Thank you.", Obito croaked and Kakashi quickly retaliated with 'I'm sorry'. They shared a short moment of silence before the ANBU spoke again.
"You shoudn't be here.", his eyes suddenly became dark, clouded with regret and worry.
"It's all my fault. I shouldn't have let them find out about you."
"Kakashi-", Obito really was lost for words. Why was this man so hard to read?
"Thank you for protecting me.", Obito said simply, watching as the silverette's eyes turned half-moon shaped under his silver bangs.
"You did the same for me, so-", Kakashi started but stopped abruptly, face turning into a frown.
"I have to go, but I will come back for you.", he said, holding onto Obito's thighs for support as he pulled himself up to stand on shaking legs.
"Kakashi, you're hurt. Please seek out medical treatment. You need to heal those wounds.", Obito's worried tone seemed to go right through the jounin as he leaned closer.
"I'll have time when I got us both out of here.", he whispered before his masked lips brushed past Obito's cheek, making his face colour a little. His heart felt warm and calm at the thought of leaving this hell with Kakashi, but then the rational part of his brain seemed to interject. How exactly were they going to escape? Obito was tired from chakra depletion of the ropes around his wrists and Kakashi was dragging himself out of the room.
"One last thing-", Kakashi's voice ripped him out of his thoughts.
"Don't open your eyes or speak. Pretend like I didn't open the seals. If they find out, they will get Danzou and I couldn't live with myself if he tortured you."

"So you would rather have him beat you up.", Obito knew it was selfish to say. Kakashi had decided to protect him and earned a beating for it. He was just being selfish again for his sake and he thought for Kakashi's as well.

"I'm used to it. I can handle him.", came the blunt reply, more like a knife to his chest than words of assurance and hope.

He wanted to say something, anything but the words got stuck in his throat and once he had managed to calm his fast beating heart Kakashi had left.

---

But Kakashi was right. He had been able to handle Danzou or the two guards outside the interrogation chamber at least, because Obito suddenly found himself flung over a slim boney shoulder in the forests outside of Konoha. A strong hand held him in place while his head rested against the fluffy material of a blanket or shirt. His eyes darted over to his left. Kakashi's face was almost completely covered by either his mask or his hair which was damp due to the light rain. Thick drops of cold water were hitting his face hard with every leap Kakashi took. Tree after tree he jumped like he had infinite energy reserves - which he definitely did not, at least not to Obito's knowledge. But the younger man was panting slightly so Obito's observations hadn't been incorrect, it seemed. Then it struck him just how little he knew about Kakashi as a shinobi either - actually zero, nada, nothing - and it hurt a little more than it should, because they had only just broken out from Danzou's watchful eyes and Obito had absolutely no idea how.
He faintly remembered Kakashi leaving him in the chamber and then two ANBU coming in to basically verbally abuse the shit out of him, which hadn't really work, because Obito had been through enough and words were just words - things he had heard a thousand times directed at the people he loved. Then someone had punched him unconscious and now he had woken up on Kakashi's back, being carried kami knows where, but he couldn't find even an ounce of worry inside of him that cared. He was out of Danzou's chamber - out of Konoha - and with the man he had, admittedly wanted to grace with a slow painful death, but they could - were going to - talk about that later. Whenever they reached their destination, whatever it may be. Because Obito was tired and Kakashi smelled like blood and rain and sweat and a little bit of citrus shampoo, and he didn't care because he felt peaceful and just very tired all of a sudden.

---

Having lost all sense of time as he woke up on the cold wet forest floor he scrambled to his feet, searching the sky for any signs of light, but the clouds were thick and it was raining cats and dogs, so he couldn't tell if it was five in the morning or four in the afternoon. What he could tell though, was that there was a very exhausted - by the looks of it, barely conscious - silver-haired shinobi lying on the floor next to where he had lain. Quickly he sat down besides him and measured his pulse, checked his breathing and then examined all of his injuries. There was a big stab wound on his left shoulder and minor scrapes and bruises on his abdomen and arms. He wished his friend Rin would still be with him. She could have helped him, stopped the bloodflow with a flicker of her green healing chakra, but she wasn't there anymore. And now Obito had left Konoha and not even Sakura could help him this time.
Not letting his thoughts of the past waste precious time he pushed them aside, his shinobi instincts kicked in and he ripped the end of his uniform trousers off, to tie them around the bleeding wound. Once he was satisfied that the improvised bandage wouldn't just fall off again and was assisting in stopping the bleeding even if just a little, he gently picked up the warm little bundle that was Kakashi and checked his surroundings. He recognized the big cliffs and mountains to his right and remembered that there was a small village not far, maybe five or ten minutes away. He just hoped that Kakashi could hold out that long.

---

Despite his own exhaustion he moved quickly, maybe even too quickly for his own good, but it wasn't him that was important now. Kakashi was slowly getting cold in his arms and he needed to hurry. He couldn't let him die so soon after he had escaped from Danzou. His new future had just begun and he was too young to die - maybe not by shinobi standards, but still. Obito tried to hold him as close as possible, giving off as much warmth as he could so Kakashi would make it, maybe, hopefully.
No he was going to make it. They both were. This couldn't have been for nothing. He couldn't lose anyone else, not after Rin, never again. His Sharingan spun bright red with determination. If he just hadn't been so low on chakra, he could have used kamui. They would have been there in an instant, but just keeping his Sharingan active hurt and stung and drained him even more than usual. So he closed it again, jumping through the trees, hoping that the village wasn't any farther.

To Obito's luck the small buildings of the village appeared just a minute later and he stormed through the gates, shouting, screaming for help, because he was running out of time. Niceties would come afterwards, now all that was important was Kakashi.
"Follow me.", a woman called out to him and started further inside the village, Obito dashing after her.
"Lay him down. Mikoto-san will be with you in a second.", the woman said, leading him into a small building that looked like a tiny hospital. She pointed at one of the two hospital beds and Obito quickly bowed his head in appreciation before gently laying the limp body down onto the white sheets. He had to hold back a tear at the sight of him, face paler than usual, hair flat and dull, and covered in blood splatters from head to toes. Quickly he checked his breathing and pulse again. He was still alive, barely.
Obito sighed deeply a few times before checking the wound on his shoulder. The cloth from his pants was sticking to the bruised flesh and he had to slowly peel it off, fighting back his gag reflex as a piece of skin came away with it. He dumped the dirty soaked and sticky piece on the floor and went to rummage around in the cabinets looking for fresh bandages and alcohol to clean the wound.
"What happened?", a woman suddenly appeared behind him, dressed in white hospital gown. Obito pointed over to Kakashi and shoved the medical shinobi towards him.
"Chakra depletion and a nasty stab wound on the left shoulder, most cuts and bruises all over his torso aren't too bad but the one on his shoulder is the worst. His pulse is slow and his breathing shallow.", he said quickly, his ANBU training shining through - no panicking while a comrade is injured, simple sentences and long steady breaths. You can do this.
"Aiko get me two infusions, alcohol and bandages.", the Iryōnin called and a young woman appeared through the door dashing over to the cupboards.
"Help me get his uniform off.", the medical shinobi instructed and Obito didn't hesitate to carefully strip Kakashi without moving him, cutting through his top and flak jacket where needed. They could get new clothes later, he thought.

The two Iryōnin let him stay and help while they cleaned and healed Kakashi's wounds with their medical jutsu. They said he would be fine once they were finished and Obito showered him with blankets to keep him warm. Now all that was left was to wait and he had for the first time since they escaped a moment to think about their current situation. They were basically Nukenin, probably in the bingo books already.
"Fuck.", he couldn't suppress the curse, burrying his head in his hands.
His team.
Naruto, Sasuke and Sakura. His genin.

He failed them, ran away like a coward.

But would dying like that have been any nobler? A voice in his head said.

'No, Sensei. You're right.' he thought or maybe he said it out loud. It didn't matter, there was no one listening. Kakashi was still deep in a drug endused sleep and everyone had left, probably to get some rest as well. If it were that easy, to just go to sleep with all those thoughts in his head. He had abandoned his team from one day to the next. What would they think of him? Would they blame themselves - he really hoped that they wouldn't. They would have to bear the consequences of his failure, his weakness. How could he inflict such pain on them? He loved his team, so much it hurt, too much so. His heart ached at the thought of their time together becoming nothing more than a memory, just another part of his past.

You feel the worst when a person you have made memories with becomes a memory.

He should be thinking about the future - about his future with Kakashi, if it just weren't that hard to leave this all behind.
"I'm getting second thoughts again, Sensei.", he sighed into the dark room, towards the wooden ceiling.
"I wonder what advice you would have given me. How should I go on."
The bed is hard and the sheets are thin, because he has used all of his blankets to cover Kakashi in a warm cocoon. He looks over to the other bed, where his partner is sleeping peacefully, quiet as a ninja can be.
"He will make it, Sensei.", a small smile forms on his tired face, watching how the blankets rise and fall with Kakashi's breathing.
"But I don't know if I will."

Chapter Text

He woke up - if you can call opening your eyes to the morning sun after a night of little to no sleep, waking up - and quietly checked on Kakashi, who was still dreaming silently. For a moment Obito was tempted to pull off the mask, to somehow confirm to himself that it was indeed Kakashi and that he was actually breathing and not dead. But he didn't. Didn't want to wake him yet. He deserved to rest after what he had been through. Whatever Danzou had done to him, Kakashi deserved a normal life and this was just the start of his journey.

Obito knew well for himself that if they wanted to stay together, there were a handful of issues and topics to discuss before they could leave. He really hoped that Kakashi would confide in him, trust him enough to tell him the truth.

The air was cold still as he left the building and he was made aware of the state of himself and his clothes. His uniform tights had been ripped and stained with blood and dirt. Half of his left trouser leg was gone, having been used to bandage Kakashi's shoulder. All in all he looked pretty bad and that was just his clothes - he was glad he didn't have to look at his own face right then.

Instead of sulking all day he decided to explore the village a little. It was still early but there were a few people roaming the streets, carrying wood or herding animals. There was a quiet sense of peace lingering in the air which Obito gladly held onto during his short walk. Passing by a rice field bathed in the golden light of the morning sun, he let his mind wander into the past - him and his team doing D-Rank mission, gardening and harvesting rice and weeds. A strangely familiar and warm sense of domestic aura overcame him and a smile graced his tired face. Maybe he could settle down with Kakashi - after the mountain of issues and questions had been addressed - and become farmers or fishers He imagined Kakashi in a tight farmer's outfit, sweating under the hot summer sun and smiling, because that expression suited him - a smile looked good on him.

He had wandered far outside of the village, lost in thought about his new chance at life, and found himself at a small river. The reflection of the sun and light danced like stars on the surface of the cristal clear water. The current was slow, steady, asleep still in the morning breeze. Obito crouched down on the shore, tiny splashes of water hitting his dirty blue sandals, and let the sounds of flowing water calm him. Reluctantly he chanced a look a his reflection and was not in the least bit surprised by his bad state. His hair was all over the place, dirt and red spot decorating the short brown strands. There were lines of dried blood on his cheeks and temples - where Kakashi had placed his hands to open the seal - and the bags under his eyes looked like dark golf balls. The state of his hands wasn't any better either. Long cuts mixed with dirt and flakes of red created a mosaic of earthy shades on his palms and arms.
He really needed to get that grime and blood of before it morphed into his skin.
So he quickly rid himself of the ragged and ripped clothing that was still covering half of his body and let the cold water of the lake engulf him. After carefully scrubbing his body clean he let himself float with his back to the current, letting the water gently punch out the last bits of tension. After some time he felt a chakra signature approaching. It was quiet and controlled like that of a young shinobi.
"I brought you some clothes.", a familiar voice said and Obito looked towards it to find the medical assistant - her name was Aiko, he remembered - standing at the shore, leaning against a big tree, a set of dark clothes folded in her hands.
"Thank you.", Obito answered and made his way over to the girl. She laid the package down on his old clothes and turned around, blushing slightly as he got out of the water. Obito smirked a little. The girl was probably fifteen or sixteen, just a few years older than Sakura. Her tight crop top barely covered her breasts and her black uniform trousers reached above her navel, showing just a little bit of skin on her stomach. Straight long black hair hung down to the small of her back just before the curve of her butt. She was beautiful. Any straight man - and lesbian - would swoon when they saw her - nose bleed included. But Obito paid her appearance no mind. He was too busy looking for his underwear in the cluster of clothing in front of him. When he had finally found it and put on the new set of clothes, he basked in the feeling of fresh, clean fabric around his body - it was basically a set of shinobi uniform tights without the red symbol of the Land of Fire embroided onto the sleeves. He thanked the young kunoichi again and the girl turned around.
"You're a shinobi, right?", Aiko asked and Obito froze internally.
"Yeah.", No we're probably Nukenin by now.

"And your friend is an ANBU. What happened to you two?", the girl asked, leaning her back against the tree trunk, hands folded in front of her chest.
Obito swallowed. He couldn't trust this girl - well anyone in the Land of Fire actually. What if Danzou had sent an assassination squad after them? Maybe Kakashi had secret information on ROOT or the councillors. Obito sighed internally.
"We were being held captive. My friend got us out. I dont know how, but he almost died for it.", he kept it brief, not too much detail just the bare minimum of information. The girl studied his face for a moment, as if searching for something.

"Have you contacted the Leaf, yet? They will be happy to hear that you have escaped.", Aiko smiled. 

'Fuck.'

"No, we have had no time to do so and I would rather have my friend recover here, if you wouldn't mind. It's quite a journey to Konoha, especially when injured.", he said, collecting his old ripped up clothes. They were close to the border to the Land of Rain after all, which was about a day's distance from Konoha.
Kakashi had really carried him for that long, being injured himself.
Obito made a mental note to pay it back to the silver-haired jounin once they had settled down somewhere.

"I see, well I thought you might want to know that your friend is awake.", the girl said and searched her hip-pouch.
"Could you please give this to him.", she held a small scroll out to him, an apricot blush colouring her cheeks. Obito was not nearly as surprised as he should have been, grinning on the inside.

"Of course, I'll make sure he opens it too.", he winked and the blush on her cheeks darkened, before he left back the way he had come.

---

Kakashi was finally awake and Obito found the sneeky bastards out of bed in his boxers looking for his clothes. He shooed him back into bed and told him they were staying until Kakashi was completely recovered. It would be too dangerous to go out in the condition they were both in - Kakashi more so than Obito.
It was the perfect opportunity to talk about all the unresolved issues that plagued him. But where should he start. His mind was racing with questions, unable to pick just one out to. He sighed deeply, sitting down in the chair next to the hospital bed Kakashi was lying in, staring at the ceiling, half of his face hidden under the blanket.

"How are you feeling?", Obito said - he had to start somewhere.

Lazy eyes moved to look at him, studying him.
"Fine, I guess.", Kakashi said with an air of boredom, that had Obito wrinkle his brows.
"I'm glad. Mikoto-san, the Iryōnin that treated you said that you'd be good to go in two days.", he said, sounding like he had more to say, swallowing down his words.
"So we have two days to think about where we are going.", Kakashi said.

'We', so he wanted Obito to stay, to accompany him. He jumped with joy in his mind, a smile breaking through his tired facade.
"Yeah, we do.", he said the words like honey, sweet and thick on his tongue.

"Obito.", Kakashi mumbled, a slim hand sneaking out from under the covers to disappear in silver bangs, scratching his head.
"I don't know how to say this, but ... um I like ... your company."

'Huh.', Obito's face went through a few different stages ranging from surprise to drooping, ending with a deadpan look. 
He had expected more than that, but the real Kakashi seemed to be quite different from Sukea, the persona he had created. Obito definitely needed to get used to that change in character.

"I like you too.", he answered blithely, watching how Kakashi's eyes darted over his face, brooding. They stayed like this for a moment before a smile formed on Kakashi's face, eyes turning almond shaped while his lips were covered by the blanket. He had to ask about the mask and his face and just about everything.

"You don't have to cover your face around me, you know.", he said softly, slowly reaching out to grab the edge of the soft blanket, but Kakashi snatched his wrist and pushed his arm away.
"Don't.", he growled and Obito flinched at his tone, instantly regretting his rash decision.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to-", Obito apologised drawing his hand back into his lap.
"It's fine. I think now that I've dropped the cover of Sukea you probably don't really know much about me.", Kakashi smiled under the blanket. Obito only nodded in reply, eyes expectant and warm.
"Well, um my name is Hatake Kakashi, but if you have read my file you already know that. I don't really have any hobbies, besides reading. I usually carry one of the Icha Icha novels with me.", he grinned, his index finger brushing over his cheek.
"I have been in ROOT since I was fourteen, after I lost my team....I like to cook. Eating healthy is really important as well as training and visiting the memorial stone-", he cut himself off.
"but that's all in the past now, I guess.", his tone was soft and his voice soothing and gentle in Obito's ears.
Unlike Sukea who was extroverted, loud, short-tempered and an open pervert, Kakashi was quiet, calm, collected and looked generally bored, though Obito could sense the pain and guilt he had sensed in Sukea in him as well.

"Nice to meet you, Kakashi.", Obito said, smiling brightly.
"Yo, nice to meet you too, Obito.", Kakashi said, a hand holding up two fingers, forming a V and eyes glowing for the first time since Obito had first seen him that night.
"We're a little bit fucked aren't we?", the silverette mused and Obito could only nod in agreement. They shared a light moment of laughter before their noises of joy faded into silence.
"I've heard of a group in Ame.", Kakashi said, serious all of a sudden while still managing to sound vaguely bored and disinterested.
"They are recruiting Nukenin ... like us.", he added, the last words as nothing more than a whisper. Obito hesitated briefly.
"What sort of group is this?", he asked, face taut.
"They are called Akatsuki and as far as I know they are mostly peaceful.", Kakashi explained, voice hopeful and bright unlike his bored tone from just a second ago. Obito took a moment to think, searching his mind for that name, checking if he knew anything at all about this group, but as he failed to find anything he gave in.
"Their name does sound quite peaceful and warm so ... if you want to go and meet with them I will join you.", Obito answered and Kakashi hummed in response.
So he at least had a trajectory now, though it still bothered him that the name of the organisation didn't ring any bells. He would surely have heard about a group of missing-nin spreading peace across the lands, right? Despite wanting to trust Kakashi's judgement in this, he couldn't shake the feeling of unease, lingering in his abdomen like a bad omen. He let the name drift through his mind a few times again, like a puzzle floating in empty space, waiting to be solved.
The Akatsuki.

---

During the next two days he tried to be helpful, assisting where could in the village and earning him and Kakashi meals and new clothes in return - as they had no money to pay for anything. The elderly seemed to take a liking to him and he found himself more than once in a hut listening to stories about the good old times while enjoying a cup of tea. Things were looking up, he thought. He hadn't spotted any ANBU or shinobi around the village, which made him feel a little safer, knowing that Danzou had probably not tried searching for him and Kakashi. He was also looking forward to their journey to Ame, to find this mysterious group called Akatsuki, to get a fresh start, a blank slate and start over again - a second chance at life.
Sometimes he would think back to his (former) team, imagining their reactions upon hearing that he had left the village for good. Maybe they had been told that he had died. For some reason that thought was more comforting to him than being remembered as a Nukenin, a run-away shinobi, another traitor to his clan.
Would they honor him with a grave, his name craved into a stone plate on the cemetery of Konoha, where all the fallen heroes lay. Or was he just like Itachi, another name in the bingo book, another Uchiha with a target on their back?
Nevertheless he had other things to focus on now - more important things. One of those being Kakashi and his health - both mental and physical, because he was getting worried about the effects of the treatment and torture from Danzou he must have endured. The jounin was definitely hiding something, if only just keeping his emotions and trauma hidden away, which Obito knew was not going to end well. He needed to address the issue, have him speak about it and let go.
Kakashi was hiding his face better than his unresolved feelings, closing himself off and putting up walls which Obito could see right through even without his Sharingan. The man was suffering, silently, keeping everything to himself. At first he had thought Kakashi was just shy and quiet, but he had soon realised what was actually masked behind the dull, spiritless attitude.

So on the third day of their stay at the village, Obito was on a mission, walking towards the river where Kakashi had been doing his training for a few hours. He found him half naked doing one handed push ups. The bruises on his back and stomach had healed completely and there was a bandage, wrapped in a few layers around his left shoulder. Obito watched, his mouth hanging open slightly as droplets of sweat glistened on pale muscle, covering his alabster skin in a warm wet glow. He reacted instinctively this time, closing his mouth before the drool could run out over his lips.
"You can join me if you want.", Kakashi said, startling him out of his daze. He was sitting cross legged on the floor, scratching his shoulder. An old woman had made him a thin face mask the same iron grey as his eyes, which he wore every second of the day, even when sleeping. Obito reluctantly had to admit to himself that he missed seeing his face, but Kakashi was obviously covering it for a reason so he tried to ignore that nagging feeling in chest for the time being. 

"I just came to ask if you wanted to train with me ... like spar a little.", Obito smiled, walking closer. Kakashi gave him an eye-smile and nodded in reply. 
"I haven't sparred with anyone in a long time.", the silverette admitted and stood up, stretching his arms. He couldn't help but stare again as pale muscles flexed with every movement and stretch.
"Obito?", Kakashi cocked his head to the side.
"I didn't expect you to stare anymore, now that you know who I am.", Kakashi said, a pink blush reaching even above his mask. Obito stuttered a few unintelligible syllables before clearing his throat.
"I wasn't staring.", he said sheepishly, smoothing the fabric of his shirt as if it were covered in dust. Kakashi thrummed a 'yeah' sound, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his trousers.
"Ready?", the silverette smiled, taking a wide stance with his hands stretched out to both sides. Obito observed his posture and took in a defensive pose.
"Ready.", as soon as he had said the word Kakashi was in front of him, fist flying towards his face. Obito ducked and went to kick his feet, but Kakashi jumped up and over him in a front flip, landing behind him. His Sharingan spun to life as he felt a slight breeze on his back, jerking away to barely dodge a strike from Kakashi's foot. The silverette landed in a roll and then a crouch, dark grey eyes glowing with purple lightning. He saw Kakashi's next move before it happened, catching his fist and twisting his arm around his back and locking him there, slowly forcing the ANBU to his knees. But then Kakashi grabbed his hand and flug him forward onto his stomach.
They exchanged a couple of blows, mostly dodging each other's attacks. Obito was panting after a few minutes, realising that despite Kakashi's thin frame and slender appearance he was an extremely capable shinobi - a real prodigy. Despite being injured and having only been out of bed for a few hours he was a challenging opponent for Obito.

They fought until he accidentally hit Kakashi's injured shoulder a little bit too hard, sending the silverette flying into a tree and slumping down onto the floor.
"Shit, Kakashi are you alright?", he shouted, running over to where the other was kneeling on the ground, breathing heavily.
"I'm fine.", the panting jounin said in a gruff voice, leaning his back against the broken tree trunk. Obito sat down next to him, looking for new injuries on smooth alabaster skin.
"I said I'm fine, Obito.", Kakashi grumbled, holding his shoulder with his right hand. Obito frowned. Kakashi was obviously not fine as far as he could tell. He feared that the wound had opened again so he reached under Kakashi's arm to pull him up. But as his fingers brushed the other jounin's hot sweaty skin, he was thrown hard onto his back, Kakashi's right hand pressing right into his chest.
"Don't.", his voice was brittle and taut. Disbelievingly he stared into dark grey orbs reflecting so much pain and fear inside of the cold darkness around them.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you.", he said softly trying to calm Kakashi who looked like he was going to flee any moment.
"I won't touch you again if you don't want that, I promise. I'm sorry.", he raised his hands up where the other could see them, making himself look like less of a threat to the jounin who was trembling above him. His iron grey eyes stared like two cold daggers into his own and he felt the pressure on his chest lifting as Kakashi got off of his body. Obito stayed down for a few seconds, giving the silverette time to gather himself again, before he slowly got up and seated himself on the floor, legs crossed. Kakashi's head hung low, eyes cast down onto the floor, everything audible was his heavy shaky breathing. His silver hair hung down like icicles on angel isabella lilies covered in snow, a fragile flower frozen in time.

What had that bastard Danzou done to him? Kakashi looked so broken, so small. The picture of the fierce, fast and deadly fighter Obito had witnessed just a few moments ago was gone, disappeared into nothingness as Kakashi sat on the floor, defeated and sobbing quietly.
Obito couldn't watch as his new friend, lover and the man he felt such a strange close connection to, fell apart just a few inches away from. Unable to help or console him, because Kakashi probably couldn't handle his touch right now, he sat on the ground. He didn't want to hurt him anymore than he already was. So with gritted teeth and his gaze averted he tried to talk, to let Kakashi know that he would listen, that he would leaned him an ear if he needed to vent.
"Kakashi, I'm sorry for what happened to you. I know that doesn't make it any better or undoes the memories, but you're all I have anymore and I want you to able to feel safe with me. I would never hurt you, Kakashi. Never ever.", he waited for the other to react, give him a signal that he had been heard, that his words had been accepted. There was nothing but the chirping of birds in the trees above, nothing but the clouds taking away the light of the sun, nothing but dim silence and the shuddering breaths of the man sitting across from him.
"Kakashi?", he tried again, voice desperate and strangled, clawing his fingernails into the rough earthy ground.
"I'm fine, Obito.", Kakashi sniffed and Obito's eyes shot open. He was lying to himself again, lying for the sake of silence, to stop the pain. Suddenly anger started to boil inside of him. Why was he pretending, when Obito could clearly see through his lies? This was not going to make it be better. Like this he would never have peace, never be truly free from Danzou.
"No you are not.", Obito said, tone a little more harsh than he had intended. But Kakashi finally reacted, raising his head to look at him, fixing him with glassy, wet eyes.
"I am. ... If I tell myself that, it will hurt less. Nothing happened, if I tell myself so.", he argued and burried his face in his hands. Obito stood frozen for a moment, his brain working overtime to come up with a solution - how can I help him. A few moments later he shuffled closer to the cowering figure and took a deep breath.
"This is not healthy, Kakashi. The memories of him will continue to haut you, even if you pretend they are not there.", he said softly and Kakashi's red eyes peaked at him through long pale fingers.
"Here.", Obito said, stretching his hands out towards him.
"You can put them where it hurts the most and I can try to soothe the pain a little bit.", he tried, knowing that it sounded cheesy and ridiculous, but it's all that he could think of, so he hoped Kakashi would let him help in his own way. The jounin stared at the hands offered to him for a while, seemingly calculating something in his mind, but Obito stayed absolutely still, letting him take his time, because this was probably far beyond easy for Kakashi.
"I-", the silverette tried to speak but it looked like he swallowed down the words instead and raised his hand to meet Obito's. All the while the Uchiha had his eyes closed, giving Kakashi the privacy he needed to accomplish this first step. So as Obito felt a warm hand gently holding his, he quietly sighed with relief and let it be guided somewhere. Soon his fingers and then his palm were softly pressed against warm skin and he could feel the other's heartbeat, fast and loud echoing through his skin. Then his other arm was taken and lead somewhere. As his left arm was also gently placed around warm skin, he took a deep breath and slowly opened his eyes. Immediately his gaze was on Kakashi's eyes, red and puffy, but calmer somehow, hidden behind loose strand of glowing silver. His eyes moved down to find his left on the back of Kakashi's neck and for the first time he saw the red marks and scars around his throat. Marks that looked like fingerprints and Obito tried not squint or shake as images of how these had been obtain flashed through his mind. He had to move his eyes somewhere else, so he went down further to find his right hand on Kakashi's chest, right above his heart. Now he did squint and shiver slightly, because he understood now that Danzou really had broken Kakashi, broken his heart.
He took a long, deep breath, in and out, while Kakashi never once moved or even blinked. 
"K-Kakashi-", he stuttered through a wave of suppressed tears.
"It's alright, Obito. I feel better now.", the jounin said quietly, his voice silvery and soft and if Obito hadn't looked him in the eyes he would have missed the small smile that formed then into half-moons. Obito almost choked on a sob as he studied Kakashi's face, hands still softly touching the warm skin around his chest and nape.
"I'm glad, but it's not alright.", he said, voice brittle and strangled.
"You know, ever since that first time I saw you, talked to you in that backalley, I have felt a connection to you that I can't even explain to myself. I don't know why I feel the way I feel and I regret every second that I haven't noticed how hurt you are, because I was to busy with my own selfish desires. I used you for myself just like Danzou did and now you are partly like this because I didn't see underneath it all. I should have helped you sooner, got you out and away. I failed you-", Obito whispered, his head hung low. He should have been better, should have recognized it sooner. But Kakashi cut off his degrading inner monolog.
"Hey, stop you didn't fail me and you never hurt me, Obito.", Kakashi's hands were suddenly around his face, lifting his head up to meet his eyes.
"Well, except for that one time, in my apartment, but I think we can call that a misunderstanding.", the silverette chuckled and Obito felt his heart becoming a little lighter.
"You treated me like I was something precious and on our first night when you asked me if I wanted to see you again I was so overwhelmed, because no one had ever asked me what I wanted before.", he said, shuffling a little closer. Obito was barely moving, letting Kakashi's words give him reasurance and faith.
"That scar would look so much worse if you hadn't helped me.", he pointed at his left eye.
"My arms would be riddled with cuts if you hadn't asked that Iryōnin for help.", Kakashi said, pulling him closer until their foreheads were touching.
"You gave me hope, Obito.", he whispered and Obito sighed as if the weight he had been carrying around for so long had been lifted off of his shoulders. The new wave of tears he had felt coming, suddenly disappeared and as he let the seconds tick by, their joined heartbeats and sniffling sounds was all that was audible to his ears.
"May I hug you?", he whispered after they had both stopped panting. Kakashi lifted his head and nodded, smiling softly. Slowly Obito moved his hands, feeling empty at the loss of the sound of Kakashi's heartbeat, moving under his arms and around his back, pulling his slim frame up so they were both kneeling. Then he drew him close until their chests were flush against each and held there. Slim arms moved around Obito's shoulders, soft silver locks brushed his cheek as Kakashi laid his head down, breathing into the curve of his neck. He held onto Kakashi like he could fall apart any moment, burying his face in his right shoulder, taking in the smell of sweat and very light citrus. It smelled like hope, like everything was going to be alright from now on.

"We should go back.", Kakashi mumbled into Obito's shirt.
"Yeah, I'm getting hungry.", he said, smiling as he took in the smell again before slowly pulling away.
"Thank you. I feel better now ... with you.", the silverette hummed and Obito's face was taken over by a big bright smile as he nodded.
"If you ever feel like you need to talk about it, I will always be there to listen.", he added and blinked away residual tears. Kakashi shook his head lightly in affirmation as they pulled apart.

"I would literally die for a bowl of ramen right now.", Obito whined - and he wasn't lying.
"We better get you some then.", Kakashi smiled as Obito helped him up. They started walking towards the village and he suddenly felt the old mess of questions he had in his mind to be a little less messy, and big. Some were even replaced with new questions and ideas.
"Do you want to leave for Ame tomorrow?", he asked and Kakashi seemed to think very hard for a moment.
"Yeah, the quicker we get there the better.", he said in a modulated voice.
"We should stock up on soldier pills then.", Obito suggested, his mind blooming with thoughts of their departure.
"Yeah.", Kakashi replied.
"And a medical kit would be good, in case your shoulder gets stabbed again.", he snickered and Kakashi gave him a deadpan look.
"Do you think the villagers will give us a departure gift?", he grined and Kakashi rolled his eyes - which Obito found extremely annoying, but also extremely cute. At that he suddenly remembered the scroll Aiko had given him, which was still tucked away in his pocket.
"Oh yeah, by the way, the young - very pretty - Iryōnin who helped put you back together, gave me this for you.", Obito smirked and handed Kakashi the scroll. The silver-haired jounin eyed it carefully before he unrolled it. He could clearly see the light blush on Kakashi's cheeks and tried to get a glimpse of the writing inside, but the other rolled up again quickly and let it disappear into his pocket.
"Soooo she likes you.", Obito grinned at the silverette, whose blush got even darker.
"That's private.", Kakashi says in a monotone voice.
"Hmm, are you going to tell her?", he smirks.
"Tell her what?"
"That you're hopelessly in love with me."

If looks could kill Obito would have died right that instant - it definitely would have been painful as well - as the silver-haired jounin was staring daggers a the shamelessly grinning Obito.
"I'll cut your head off first.", Kakashi retaliated.
"I want to see you try.", he said and almost bumped Kakashi's shoulder, before remembering the promise he had made.
"Or maybe instead I will just tell her that you like to fuck me with a dildo up your ass.", Kakashi said and made a big gesture with his hands. "Cause of death: Shame.", the devilish grin was even visible through his mask and Obito was the one glaring now.
"That was a one time thing. I just wanted to try something new.", he argued and tried to hide his embarressed blush.
"You did enjoy it though, very much so.", Kakashi grinned and jumped a few steps in front.
"I think I will tell her now, before you drag me into the next ramen bar.", he cackled and sprinted off. Obito was hot on his heels, jumping through trees and trying to stop his partner from embarressing him on their last day in the village before departing to meet the Akatsuki in Amegakure.

Chapter Text

'Your only place is in District 13 now. Report to me every man that falls for your pretty little face or I will kill you myself.'

'It's just a mission. Just a mission.'

'I'm disappointed. You could have been so much more, but will make a good whore too, Kakashi.'

'A mission, that's all it is.'

'... Fox, Panther help Sukea get into the right mindset as my faggot informant.'

'I'm not him, I'm not Kakashi. I'm Sukea.'

'Shinobi don't cry, Kakashi. But I have always known that you were weak. Every since that day, I have known you were wrong somehow.'

'I'm not crying. Not again, not now.', he whispered in his head, hot tears threatening to break from his eyes as his face was being pushed down into a pillow, hands fixed together in an iron grip over the small of his back while the man at his behind thrust into him like an animal in rut. He couldn't breathe, the constant quick motion sending his face deeper and deeper the pillow until the soft material started to stretch and feel harsh and rough on his skin. The man behind him growled and said words that got lost in translation on their way to his slowly suffocating brain.
"-uck ... tight ... dirty ... slut."
He felt dizzy, light and he knew he was on the brink of consciousness, slowly falling deeper into the darkness while the sound of constant slapping of skin blurred out into nothingness. But then he was pulled up, back arching until it hurt, mouth gasping for breath while involuntary moans escaped past his lips.
"Ugh yeah you like that? You like being used like a toy, huh?", the man's grip on his throat tightened momentarily squeezing a breathy noise out of his constricted esophagus. He would have called or screamed for help, but that had never done him any good before, only encouraged his patrons to take him rougher, fuck him harder, give him no air to breath, no break. Fighting back, he had had to learn the hard way, only brought him more suffering by the ANBU. Even though he earned his money as Danzou's little pet project, reduced to nothing but a rat playing hocker every day, he tried to keep as much of his dignity as possible - and sometimes there were nights where he thought he hadn't even succeeded at that.
The man had let go of his arms and throat to claw his nail into the skin of his ass, before bringing his hand down onto the cheeks. He already knew that the it was inflamed and dripping blood as his patron was reaching the end of his stamina, thrusting with quick jerky motions before he drove in deep and released with a pleased feral grown that made Kakashi shudder. The man rode out his orgasm before slipping out, slapping the already burning red skin again with a low chuckle.
"Hell yeah, such a good bitch.", the man cheered and Kakashi sighed with relief, though it was quickly ruined by the feeling of his own cock still painfully hard between his legs. And before he could even think in which dark corner he would jerk himself to completion the man chimed in.
"Shit you're still hard, babe. Don't you wanna get yourself off while I'm still here?", he grinned while pulling up his pants.
"That will cost you extra though.", Sukea said in a sing-song, hoping the man would leave him alone.
But a short moment later in which he seemed to consider the offer, he just grinned and shuffled through the stack of bills in his wallet.
"Oh I think I have got enough on me. Now put that hand to work.", Kakashi cringed internally, keeping his 'horny-gay-hocker' face up - Sukea - and started to slowly stroke his cock. It wouldn't take long, he knew, but even those few moments under the lustful gaze of that man felt like an eternity and he tried distracting himself, to think of Tenzou and how his nipples always got rock hard and cherry red so quickly once he had his mouth on them, sucking and biting.
That imagine in his mind finally sent him over the edge, spraying all over his stomach and chest with a low groan. He had almost forgotten about his patron who was suddenly licking the cum off of his chest.
"Mmm, you even taste nice. I will definitely see you again, Sukea.", he licked his lips before crashing their mouths together in a violent kiss, hungrily biting at Sukea's lip and sucking on his tongue, drinking him up like a shot of warm sake.
Then he pulled away and gave Sukea's thigh a playful slap, before he started counting bills.
"Two hundred?", the man asked.
"Three, cuz' you watched me jerk off and you literally broke the skin on my ass.", Sukea argued. He wouldn't be able to take any more patrons that night, the way his ass looked would throw anyone off. 'Stuck with blow jobs again.', Kakashi sighed internally, while accepting the three bills from the man, who tucked the thin pieces of paper between Sukea's lips. He didn't seem to care that much that Kakashi was ripping him off.
Never show your wallet to a hocker.
Did he really consider himself one now?
It had been so long since he had had any real missions, but he would probably never be allowed to take one again - not even a D-Rank.
He didn't really remember, time passed differently in District 13, but it was probably three years ago that Danzou had found out about him, had ordered Kakashi before him and forbidden him to leave the village, basically declared him dead and sent him out as a rat in disguise.
Tenzou was probably dead or rotting in Danzou's rumoured underground prison. But he had become quite numb, sometimes feelings seemed like nothing more than idea to him. A social construct that influenced how people acted and thought. The thing they had had, Tenzou and him, was more a form of stress relief and mutual understanding. They were both gay and somehow had know about each other without ever asking. One thing had led to another and soon they had found themselves in bed together. It hadn't been love, no. At least he thought so. What did that even feel like; romantic love.
Before he could ponder the question any longer he heard the sound of a door falling shut and opened his eyes. The patron was gone and he was still lying naked and covered in his own cum on the hotel bed. He sighed deeply. There was no shower in this room, he knew. The patron had chosen the cheapest hotel room, despite how rich he must have been.
Slowly he got up, feeling the burn on and in his ass, now that the dopamine and oxytosin from his orgasm had worn off. That guy's cock really had been big and he hadn't given Kakashi nearly enough time to prepare himself.
So he ended up limping towards the only other door besides the entrance - most likely just a small toilet and maybe even a sink.
It never got easier. He sighed again, pulling a grimace with each step. Finally he found the small sink and some paper towels next it. 'Thank Kami for those.'
He made quick work of cleaning himself to his best abilities. There was no blood at least. That guy would have had to pay a lot extra for that.
Then as always when he was finished cleaning his body he sat down on the toilet to just breathe. It had become a part of his routine after his first few days in the red light district.
So after every client had finished and left he would sit down and count to one hundred while regulating his breathing, reaching a kind of meditative state in which he chanted the same thing over and over again.

'It's just a mission.'
'I'm fine.'
'Just one more.'

Those were lies of course, but regardless they had helped to keep his panic attacks at bay. He had always been touch aversive and every since he had lost his father he had avoided human contact at all times, so the first few days serving other men had been a real nightmare.

This wasn't just a mission, he wasn't fine and there would be many more tonight, because that was all he was allowed to do to earn money. He could go nowhere, work nowhere else, because Lord Danzou was watching. Every night he felt the presence of the ANBU, his former subordinates, watching him, either getting fucked or crying or just drinking because that had become quite a great new hobby of his lately. At least it actually helped to soothe the pain. Feeling numb still was better than that burning ache in his heart and soul.

'...98,99,100.'

He took one last deep breath before opening his eyes again.

'Just blow jobs then.', he sighed. There was nothing that he hated more than sucking someone off who actually just wanted to tear his mouth apart. The phantom pain from last night still lingered in his jaw as his face contorted into a grimace at the memories suddenly flooding his mind's eye.
He hated giving blow jobs. They didn't pay well, the pain never really subsided and eating or drinking afterwards was a chore. Why did everyone want him to choke on their cock so badly? It didn't sound great, didn't feel great - at least not for him - and it was just sloppy and messy. He wasn't a neat freak or anything - ok maybe he was - but the way he somehow felt dirtier when they used his mouth made his stomach churn. So even if they had a little mercy and didn't spray his face with their cum, swallowing that bitter goo wasn't any better either.
He even charged extra for hair-pulling ever since a beast of a man grabbed his locks so hard he had ripped out a few strands. Thankfully they had been from the back of his head where his hair was the thickest so you really hadn't been able to notice, unless you actively looked for it.

"Well I better get going.", he sighed and gathered the few things he always carried with him - a storage scroll for his income, condoms, a bottle of lubricant (which was usually empty after a few hours) and a storage scroll where he kept his medical kit and bandages. He stuffed everything into the pockets of his jeans and flung the short white crop top over his head. It was minimal attire, it always was, because he wouldn't be wearing it for long.
After tying the shoelaces of his chuck taylor sneakers he opened the door and left, pacing down the corridor of the hotel with his hands in his front prockets.
His last patron was of no interest to Danzou, he knew. Everyone who was a little bit better off money wise, Danzou didn't care about. The councillor probably got most of his income from people like that guy - bribes - anyway. Apparently everyone had realised that Danzou was hunting anyone that wasn't heterosexual.
'I will cleanse this faul village. There will not be a weak link in my shinobi forces.', he had said and then Kakashi had been abandoned, exiled into the darkest corner of Konoha. And he hated every day. Hated himself for complying, though his life would find an abrupt end if he didn't - and he could not allow himself to die like that. Hated the patrons, the hotels, the smell of alcohol and smoke that drenched District 13 in a slight mist, choking your soul out. Hated his apartment, his backalley and the people in that bar, that judged his every movement.
Hated ratting on his own people, though some he had managed to keep secret, when the ANBU had left for the night - maybe because they had become tired of watching him suck one off after the other in his backalley - and given up spying on him, he had stopped checking patrons' wallets for their ID, if they somewhat had the courtesy to treat him like an actual person.
District 13 was a dark place and his apartment wasn't any better. He hadn't been allowed to keep his old shinobi apartment and neither anything that had been in it. Danzou had literally thrown him out into the first alley of the District and left. But it hadn't all been bad, had it?
Had it?

He was still alive, broken and in pieces but still alive, waiting for someone or something to give him hope. Just like his last team had done for him. But waiting was torture and life was hell.
His room was too empty, so much so that you could hear a faint echo when you spoke, like sound was bouncing off of the clean empty walls. The futon was hard and cheap, making waking up from nightmares every night a delightfully harsh experience - at least something he could still feel besides the pain.
So after another night's work, almost exclusively giving blow jobs, he found himself in his shower, finally. The cold never really seemed to able to wash everything away, especially not his newly made memories. He hadn't felt clean in forever no matter how long he showered, how much he scrubbed - until his skin turned red -, how many times he washed his air, the remnants of every night clung to his skin, deep in his pores and abdomen. Somewhere he could never reach.
Eventually he turned off the shower, tapped the shower head twice with his right hand and threw a big towel around himself, like every morning, a routine that had been engraved in his mind.
The early light creeping over the horizon streamed into his room like a warm blanket, throwing shadows on the wall, curtains swaying in the wind coming in through the open window. He was tired and he looked it, big dark bags hung under his eyes and a silent feeling of defeat lingered in the cool air.
The curtains stayed opened. He didn't have the energy to close them, yet do anything but flop down onto the futon and finally doze off.
Living night after night, holding onto the slim hope of meeting someone that might just change his life, because he was too tired to do it himself, too worn out to try, too broken to succeed.

++++

Two weeks later life was still harsh and unfair and deliverance seemed to be further away than ever.

"Get your ass over here and ride my cock like a good bitch.", and he did. He also came three times, one time with two lengths stretching and fucking him open until he thought his hole might tear apart.
But did he enioy it? No.
Did he get paid? Yes. And that's all that mattered to him. Those were the patrons he gladly reported to Lord Danzou. The ones that threw him around like a toy, didn't care if he was bleeding or unconscious. Those were the worst of all.
And a pair of those assholes had been his first patrons that night, leaving him bleeding and covered in all sorts of bodily fluids with two hundred dollars stuck between his butt cheeks - not nearly enough to cover what they had done in the last hour.
He didn't move for the next few minutes, lying on his side with his knees drawn up to his stomach, shivering.
At least he knew their names, so they would be dead within the next two days.
At least he wouldn't have to see them again, only in his nightmares. But a good night's sleep rarely came easy anyway.

It took some time to get up and clean, but after another hour he was back outside, though on his way home rather than the backalley. He couldn't face anyone anymore, not even for a hand job.
The two hundred dollars were barely enough to cover the new clothes he would have to buy after his outfit had been torn and ripped at places. But maybe he could even afford some new bandages and medical supplies. He still had access to some quarters that were dedicated to shinobi. The medical supply shop and twenty-four-seven medical service were the once he had visited most often, just to get his wounds bandaged and healed so he could face another day without the pain of a broken jaw or torn anus.
He contemplated going over there, but then decided against it. All he wanted was to get a few hours of sleep. He would pay them a visit in the morning - they were probably already expecting him.

And so, after getting just over four hours of rest, he went over to the medical center dressed in his standard shinobi uniform - it felt wrong to wear that flak jacket, those blue tights and that hitai-ate; felt wrong to pretend that he was still serving this village as a jounin. Because he wasn't. He was serving Danzou as a whore and an informant. There was no reason to sugar coat it, though he sometimes did it for his own sake.

He had been right, they were already expecting him like every early morning.
"Good morning Kakashi-san. You are late today. Had a long night?", said Hoki, one of the Iryōnin that were on duty every morning. Kakashi huffed through his mask and sat down with a grunt as the pain in his ass returned.
"Just a bad night.", he groaned.
"My jaw is slightly dislocated, my ass is bleeding inside and out and I have got a serious headache.", he grumbled and leaned into the comfort of the chair.
"What do you want me to look at first?", Hoki sighed, scratching his scalp underneath short spiky blonde hair.
Kakashi readjusted his position slightly, so he was leaning his weight more on his thighs than his ass.
"Jaw first.", he answered quietly and carefully pulled down his mask. Hoki had seen him without it countless of times, but he still felt uncomfortable removing, for anyone really - it was one of his few shields, a secret he tried so desperately to keep hidden.
The young Iryōnin examined his face and jaw, healing where it needed to be healed and then motioning for him to put the mask back up.
"Must have been a really bad night. To be honest I'm scared to see your ass. Scared, but curious.", he added, smirking slightly and Kakashi let his eyes crinkle a little bit, before standing up slowly. Then unbottoned his pants and pulled them down just far enough so his red butt was visible, riddled with small cuts and bruises. He heard Hoki gasp and mutter something to himself before the Iryōnin took out a bottle and a handfull of paper towels.
"Shit that looks awful.", Hoki hissed as he stepped closer and Kakashi sighed silently.
"Could you brace yourself on that chair so I can clean the wounds, please?", the Iryōnin seemed to force a smile through gritted teeth, but Kakashi just complied and bend down, elbows resting on the backrest of the chair he had sat in earlier.
A few painful moments later his ass had been almost fully healed - inside and outside - and Hoki was wrapping a bandage around the throbbing skin.
"You need to be a little more careful. I can't fix anything if I have nothing to work with, you know.", the Iryōnin mumbled while fixing the bandage in place around Kakashi's back.
"I didn't exactly choose to do this, Hoki. Do you think I like coming here every day so you can bandage me up?", Kakashi snarled in one breath.
"Ey, sorry I didn't mean it like that, Kakashi. Just don't overdo it.", Hoki said throwing his hands up in a defensive pose. He pulled his trousers back up and turned to the Iryōnin.
"Bye, Hoki.", he said, eyes crinkled into a frown as he passed the young shinobi without sparing him another look.
"Prick, you wouldn't understand it anyway.", he muttered under his breath while closing the door to the exam room.
With quick long steps he paced down the hallway and out of the main entrance. Even his mask couldn't hide his anger as he stormed through the streets towards training ground ten. If people had thrown him bewildered looks, he wouldn't have noticed. He was too busy drowning out the voices in his head when he finally reach the open training ground, jumping over the high fence with easy. No one used the tenth training ground anymore. It was messy and hard to clean because it was riddled with traps. But Kakashi didn't mind. He knew every trap, because they were his after all. This had been his first training ground, the place where he had developed the first few of his own jutsu, where he had trained with his teams and where he had rampaged after ... after he had lost them. Yeah lost was the correct word, right? Right.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck.", he muttered like a mantra while avoiding every one of his old traps, stopping at a big tree with a huge scorch mark in it's thick trunk.
He hadn't been here in a while, but remembered that blasted tree, which never broke, no matter how hard he had hit it. It stood proud and tall, unlike him, slouching and head hidden behind a book he had read a thousand times, a book that only seemed to make his life worse, that mocked him every day that he wasn't what everyone had expected him to be. That he wasn't straight, wasn't into women no matter how beautiful they were, wasn't fucking normal to the standards of fucking society.

Purple lightning shot through the space like a flash, invisible to anyone that didn't squint their eyes long enough. The sound of a thousand screaming birds filling the air, tuning out everything else.
He didn't even feel himself move, didn't even see the old tree breaking in two perfectly cut pieces. There wasn't a splinter in that cut as the remnants of the tree feel and burned on the ground.

But those voices didn't stop. They never did. They will follow you until you die.

'It's what you deserve for what you have done. To your father, to your team, to your sensei, to your friends, to your comrades, to your lover and to yourself.'

"No, shut up-"

'You are a traitor Kakashi.'

"Please stop, just stop-"

'A killer. A murderer. You killed them. All of them.'

"You fucking made me this way!"

'No, I helped you, Kakashi. You ruined that yourself.'

"Shut up!"

---

The one you are, the one you were and the one you will be are three very different beings. It takes a long time to understand who you are. Who you were seems easier to understand now, but not easier to grasp. And who you will be stays forever in your head. You can never find an answer to that question alone. People can help you, will help you if you let them. If you had just let them, Kakashi.

But I know you and what you would say now. So I will let you.

"Silence would be nice."

I will let you have your silence.

---

Burning wood and thunder. That smell seemed so familiar yet so far away. It was hot and bright, though his eyes were closed - or were they. His hands tingled, specks of lightning tickling his fingertips.
Everything was warm around him, like a big pleasant blanket, a mother's embrace. 'Okasan.'

"Kakashi?", a voice startled him and his eyes shot open - so they had been closed. There was fire everywhere around him, his burnt hands still glowing a bright shade of purple. To his left stood a man, face a healthy tan, with brown hair tied in a ponytail and a scar running horizontally over his nose.
"Iruka?", he whispered not recognizing his own voice. How had he not sensed the teacher coming - he was a chunin for kami's sake.
"Hey, Kakashi what happened?", Iruka's voice was soft and worried, leaving Kakashi staring into those caring big brown eyes.
"I don't know.", he stuttered, eyes locked with Iruka's. "I guess I was a little angry.", he added smiling sheepishly under his mask, eyes crinkling into half-moons.
"I-", the chunin muttered. "You literally created a thunderstorm over the training ground and split half of a forest worth of trees in half.", Iruka stuttered and crouched down next to him. The fire was slowly disappearing into hot air around them and it suddenly became unbearably cold.
"Very angry, then.", Kakashi corrected and pushed himself to his feet.
"I guess my new techique has worked then.", he added, head cocked to the side and smiling. Iruka seemed to have frozen in place so he looked behind the chunin and saw a team of ANBU standing watch. Kakashi swallowed and suddenly the teacher grabbed him by the arms.
"Are you fucking kidding me right now? You disappear for three years and all of a sudden you turn up 'practicing your new techique' and you were a 'little angry'. Kakashi, please don't try to make a fool out of me or I will get very angry.", Iruka's grip on his arms send jolts of panic through his body. His mouth went dry and his entire frame started to tremble, pain shooting through his chest.
'Please don't touch me, I'm not Sukea right now.'
"S-Stop. Please don't t-touch me.", he stuttered through gritted teeth, breaths coming in short and quick while his heart rate rose with every second. The teacher's eyes suddenly turned very small as he almost jumped away from him.
"Sorry, Kakashi. I didn't know you hated-", he stopped to swallow and Kakashi took a few deep breaths to steady himself again.
'I'm fine.'
'I'm fine.'
His hands were still shaking but the pain in his chest had all but disappeared and he tried to speak with a mouth drier than the deserts of Suna.
"It's alright. I'm fine.", 'If I keep telling that to myself, I will come true one day.'
Iruka looked relieved yet still worried and a tiny bit angry, but the ANBU behind the chunin were flaring their chakra wildly, signaling Kakashi that it was time to leave.
"We thought you had died. Well I didn't really believe that, but everyone else did.  Where have you b-", Iruka wanted to ask, but Kakashi cut him off, feeling the piercing chakra of the ANBU in his chest.
"Sorry, Iruka-sensei. I have to deliver a report.", he held a hand up in a wave and shunshined away in a wirl of leaves and a puff of smoke.
"Kakash-", was all he heard the probably furious chunin shouting on the completely destroyed training field. He smirked - and was that a genuinely pleased reaction, the first in years?
Maybe this was a good omen, he thought as he appeared in front Lord Danzou's office in the ROOT Foundation building.
He had a few people to report so he straightened his uniform, brushed over the few bits of cloth that seemed dirty or wrinkled and wiped the skin over and under his eyes as a precaution - he wasn't going to make the same mistake twice. Lord Danzou didn't want to know about the ache in his chest and drowning feeling of emptiness in his heart, so he wouldn't show it to him, not again, not ever again.

---

Chapter Text

It was early in the morning, the few streams of light breaking through the thicket of trees illuminated his path as Obito walked towards the border of Konoha, Kakashi close by his side. It felt good to have the silver haired jounin, his friend, walking so close to him, unlike the distance they had had to keep to each other in the village. Their hands were brushing against each other with every step and the travel coats they had been gifted by the villagers hung loosely from their shoulders. The villagers had been more than gracious with their ... departure gifts. Besides the clothes they had given them three scrolls worth of items such as soldier pills, medical supplies, ration bars, kunai, two literally sleeping bags and also a white mask that looked just like the one they had made for Kakashi - Akio had sewn it for Obito; she had demanded that they needed matching outfits on their journey.
So now Obito looked like a checkerboard next to a wildly grinning Kakashi.
"Very funny, Kakashi.", he said after pulling the thin fabric down under his chin. "How can you even wear that thing the entire day. It's already itchy and damp on my face.", Obito complained and let the white material hang loosely around his neck, like a thin scarf. Kakashi hummed in amusement, eyes crinkling into a smile.
"It's indeed very funny.", he laughed softly. "But you will get used to it. I don't even feel it anymore, it's just a part of me now, I guess.", he smiled straight ahead and Obito caught the tickle of a smirk as well.
"Do you mind me asking why you wear that mask all day?", he finally asked, anxiously awaiting Kakashi's response.
The silverette stayed silent for a moment, looking at the path in front of them.
"I don't mind and there are a few reasons why I never take it off.", the jounin said, seemingly deep in thought.
"Care to share?", Obito smiled at him.
"Hm, for one I've just never taken it off after my father's death.", Kakashi smiled back and Obito had to suppress the urge to hold Kakashi's hand to express his support for him, but he knew that the silverette probably didn't want that. He was so sensitive to touch, Obito didn't want to lose the hint of trust he had earned yesterday.
"Your father was the White Fang, right?", he asked, trying to fight the uncomfortable silence that had fallen over them.
Kakashi nodded slightly after a few moments, looking straight ahead, eyes on the road before them.
"He died when I was five.", the jounin said after a minute's silence.
"I'm sorry.", Obito blurted out, biting his lower lip. "Did you have someone to take you in? Your mother, grandparents or anyone?", he asked, honestly curious if Kakashi had really lived on his own all this time.
"My mother died giving birth to me and my grandparents were victims of the war.... but I did have someone.", the silverette said blankly and this time Obito reached out his hand to his partner, in a silent gesture of compassion.
"So you weren't all alone.", he grumbled, catching the way Kakashi's lips moved under the black cloth mask.
"No, but I still felt lonely every day.", the jounin answered, evenly with a quiet sigh of sorrow or regret - Obito had trouble deciphering the low breathy noise. He decided to stop poking the subject and share some closeness - which he desperately longed for himself.

"May I hold your hand.", he asked timidly, watching Kakashi's eyes dart over his face before they crinkled into an eye-smile. The silver-haired jounin hummed affirmation and let their palms brush against each other before gently intertwining their fingers.
Obito smiled brightly as he felt the other's warm hand in his, stroking his thumb over Kakashi's tender skin.
They walked like this for a while, keeping their eyes on the road ahead, fixed on the northwest border of the Land of Fire, until Kakashi spoke again.

"I'm not very good at this.", the silverette mumbled into his mask and Obito turned his head.
"What do you mean?", he said, squeezing Kakashi's hand softly.
"This.", he said, pointing with his head to where their hands were locked together in a gentle hold. "Being close to people."

Obito considered the words for a second, looking down at his feet as the soles of his shoes ground little stones into finer smaller pebbles.

"Do you want me to let go?", he spoke carefully, trying to the hide his despair at the mere thought of letting go, behind soft caring tones.

"No, no ... this is nice. I just-", Kakashi almost squeaked before his tone and demeanor turned quiet, tense, troubled. As if a silent storm was wrecking his mind.
They walked in silence for the next few minutes before Obito couldn't stand staying quiet anymore.

"Is it because of what happened to you in District 13?", he asked slowly, feeling at Kakashi's hand for any unwanted reaction, twitch or other signal.
"I don't know ... Maybe.", he said almost too quietly for Obito to hear, staring down at his feet.

"You can talk to me about anything, if you want. I won't judge-", Obito tried, but Kakashi cut him off.

"It's not like what you imagine it to be, you know.", the silver-haired jounin spoke into the empty air in front of him.
"District 13 is a sad and dangerous place for a h-.", Kakashi stopped, visibly choking on the word that Obito's mind had quickly provided him with. Their hands were still intertwined and he could feel his friend squeezing down painfully hard.

"Very few patrons treated me like you did.", he went on with a shaking breath.
"I have had the wounds healed, but I can't rid myself of the memories.", Kakashi said, his voice slowly turning into a whisper. Obito didn't respond he was merely holding Kakashi's hand tightly, because it seemed like the younger had still more that he wanted to say.

"I wanted to die.", he mumbled after some time. "The first few days in that place ... I tried to jab a knife into my chest ... but the ANBU stopped me ... they did the other times as well.", he hung his head low and Obito's empty left hand twitched.

"According to your file, they sent you there as an informant. Why to Konoha's red light district, though? What was your mission?", he asked, aching to know the truth about this man's life, but also trying to divert the topic slightly, to get Kakashi out of that traumatic headspace.

"I was sent there to service anyone who desired me, Obito. ... It wasn't a mission, just punishment for being who I am.", Kakashi rasped, his tone edging on a growl.
Now he was the one to end their little physical contact, stopping dead in his tracks.

"Kakashi, I'm so sorry for what happened to you-", he looked at his friend - lover, comrade, partner? He wasn't sure any of those words fit their unusual relationship.
Lips moved underneath that thin mask and his eyes widened a little as he too stopped just a few inches away from Obito.

"May I?", he asked softly, spreading his arms in an obvious gesture. Kakashi seemed to consider the request for a moment, staring blankly at the arms that were reaching out to him, leaving Obito shaking slightly under the uncertain gaze.
Then, fortunately for the Uchiha, he gave a small nod in his direction, his hands dangling limpy by his sides and head still hung low. Obito clenched his jaw and balled his fist cursing Konoha and it's corrupt leaders under his breath before slowly embracing Kakashi in a warm hug. His hands snaked across his slim frame, gently rubbing circles into the dent between his tense shoulder blades.
Kakashi flinched at the first contact but then slumped into Obito's warm chest, his head finding rest on the brunette's shoulder.
The silverette uttered no sound, but Obito felt the little tremors wrecking his body, shaking him as those long skinny hands grabbed onto his shirt, finger clawing into the fabric on his chest.
"Listen to me, Kakashi.", he said into the other's cloth covered shoulder, letting his breath dance across the defined muscle.
"No matter what they said or did to you, you have every right to be happy, to be free, to feel. I can't blame you if you're angry ... kami, I would encourage it. I do.  These dictators deserve nothing but hate directed towards them.", his hands wrapped more tightly around the lithe figure, pulling him closer as Kakashi still trembled occasionally.

"I had to give them names ... of the men that elicited my services.", the silverette stuttered weakly and Obito grit his teeth, muttering a venomous 'bastards' under his breath.
"My- ... Danzou had them all killed.", Kakashi whispered, taking a shaky breath. "It wouldn't take more than two days ... I knew they were dead when they didn't come back to find me again.", Obito heard him choke down sounds that clearly hadn't meant to come out.
"I only reported the one's that treated me like a piece of meat though. I didn't tell them anything about you.", he said, voice brittle as he took throaty breaths.
"But they found out anyway.", he breathed a trembling sigh against Obito's clad shoulder.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean for any of this to happen. You should be in Konoha right now with your ge-nin teaching them to become someone better than me.", finally quiet sobs started to erupted from Kakashi's core, wrecking his body in series of tremors.
Obito was fuming, holding onto Kakashi like he would fall apart without his support - which probably wasn't far from the truth.

The absurdity of the disingenuousness displayed by Konoha became abundantly clear to him all of a sudden. They had left their, Obito had guessed, secret weapon, a prodigy with unique chakra, who had been hidden away for so long, to basically die, disappear as if he had never existed to recieve a punishment disguised as a mission with no termination date, because his existence went against their homophobic ideals of love. They should have been taught a lesson in tolerance and open-mindedness. It really would have benefited everyone in that poisoned village, he thought.

His head raced with thinks he wanted to say, questions he wanted to ask, theories and plan he wanted to share, but he pushed it all into the back of his mind, taking note to come back to it later, because his friend - that description still felt wrong somehow - was apologising for things that needed not to be looked upon with affliction or regret. Kakashi hadn't sold him down the river and had even succeeded in extricating Obito from Danzou's wrath, risking his own life in the process.
In his humble opinion, there was nothing Kakashi had to give his apologies for. Yes he had lost his name, his job and his team, but he had earned this beautiful, damaged silver-haired mystery of a man that he was intent on fixing - plus Konoha had definitely already known about his sexual preferences, just waiting for him to make a wrong move to remove him like all of the others before.
He supposed that his unusual circumstances being, the future role of Hokage becoming his, had given him an unintentional reputation.

Kakashi was still sobbing quietly into his shoulder while Obito's hands wandered up to his nape to stroke the skin beneath those fluffy silver locks. He couldn't bare to see his beautiful crush in such a despairingly painful state. It hurt to move, to breathe, to plainly exist while Kakashi displayed such strong, raw emotion so unlike a shinobi, that Obito thought - no he knew - that Danzou had broken more than just his bones or his dignity.

Slowly he rubbed his nose against the other's temple, nuzzling his clothed cheek as Kakashi twitched at the touch.
"There is no need to apologise, Kakashi. You risked your life for me more than once that day and I don't want to feel like you took everything from me, because you didn't. I have never had much until I fell in love with you.", he spoke softly but with a stern undertone to his voice. Kakashi shifted in his embrace, angling his face up and Obito's eyes meet his ash-grey ones. They were slightly red and puffy around the edges and still glazed over with a thin glossy film of clear wetness.

"Y-You fell in ... love with me?", Kakashi said, voice still hoarse and quiet. And Obito let his mouth curve into a lazy smile, making a humming noise of affirmation deep in his throat, watching as Kakashi's blew open wide and his face seemed to stretch.
"No one has ev-", he stopped, face suddenly turning dark and sharp in just the flicker of a second. Obito felt the other's heartbeat becoming faster and somewhere in the distance he could make out three chakra signatures.
"A group of jounin.", Kakashi said, his tone, demeanor and expression not showing even a hint of his little break down just now.
"They are bad shinobi if they can't disguise their presence.", Obito chuckled dry, but Kakashi didn't react, instead audibly sniffing the air before yanking his mask down with an exasperated sigh.
"I think I know them. They are obviously not ANBU and even if they were, they are no danger to us.", Kakashi sounded like he was thinking aloud, but Obito was too busy feeling out their chakra to even notice that his partner was standing bare-faced next to him - a sight he had been deprived of for the last few days.

Their chakra was instantly recognizable to him. He didn't know them well but knew they were a group of young shinobi that had been recommended for the rank of jounin just a few months ago. On a few occassions he had seen the man and two women at the mission desk, taking new assignments from Umino Iruka or the other chūnin working there.
It was impossible to tell what chakra abilities they possessed, but their reserves were average to high.

"They are coming our way.", Kakashi's voice snapped him out of his thoughts. The silverette's mask was back in place and his stance had changed into a defensive position.
Obito had felt them coming closer as well so he suggested that they continue their walk, feigning ignorance.
Kakashi tore his eyes away from the still invisible shinobi coming their way, to turn his head around to him.

"No, I'll take care of them.", he said, a commanding snarl spilling from his lips like gasoline. Obito stared wide-eyed as his silver brows hung low into an angry frown. "I need to blow off some steam.", Kakashi added, almost growling at the forest in front of them, before shunshining away in a flash.
Obito cursed under his breath, pulled that itchy thin cloth over the lower half of his face and followed a second later, feeling out his partner's chakra to pinpoint his location.

---

Despite his chakra enhanced speed he was slower than Kakashi, finding himself in a clearing or what had used to be a patch of forest. It was completely burnt down, ash falling like snowflakes through the sky onto the black warm floor, while thick clouds of smoke and fog engulfed the area.
A slight panic overcame him as he failed to spy Kakashi anywhere. His chakra had disappeared completely and the three shinobi were weak, close to death somewhere a few feet in front of him.
Quickly he took out a kunai he had stashed in his coat pocket and gripped the handle tightly, scanning the area.
There was nothing but the warm summer breeze drifting by his form, no sound or movement anywhere. It was unnerving, too quiet for a battle.

His Sharingan spun into action, drenching the area in a red film and revealing the figures in front of him, invisible through the fog, but not to his kekkei genkai.
One was on the ground and the other two seemed to be fighting a ghost, swinging their kunai wildly through the air without aim.
Slowly he cocked his head in question and started to approach the group, mindful of the steps he took.
The ashes on the floor gave in as he placed his feet on the soft warm ground.
Still keeping an eye out for Kakashi, he drew closer with quiet steps. The young man and one of the women were now swinging their kunai lazily through the mist, swaying on their feet, but not moving an inch, somehow glued to the spot. Something seemed off to him.

The grip on his kunai tightened and his Sharingan were spining wildly as he leapt over to the pair, ready to strike.
The sight of an unexpected figure halted his movements. He stopped still, his kunai barely an inch from the tanned throat of a panting, choking shinobi, looking straight ahead with glazed eyes - they were almost completely white, green retina drowning in blank nothingness.
Thin lines of red were running down her face and dripping off of her chin onto the arm that was sitting in the hole in her chest, a bloody hand sticking out at her back.
A shudder wrecked his body as he looked up to where that arm found it's body, that slim build, black coat and silver hair.
Time seemed to stop for a second as two glowing purple eyes meet his own, chakra practically radiating from every pore in Kakashi's body. He couldn't have moved if he had wanted to. That gaze made it impossible to think even with his Sharingan active. His silver brows hung deep over his eyelids, amost touching over the bridge of his nose. The fabric over his lower face was stretched at the corners of his mouth, lips curving in an open-mouthed growl, while his hair stood messily into every direction like it were charged with electricity.
Obito swallowed hard, the seconds dragging on like hours as he slowly managed to retreat, that purple gaze following him, pining his feet to the ground like two knives stabbing his soles

He stopped still after five meters, the kunai shaking with his hand. A million question were tormenting his mind, but one always repeated itself, no matter the time or place, when he let his eyes dart over Kakashi there was only one line, one phrase he desperately needed an answer to - now more than ever before.

Who are you?

Because what did he know about this man? Nothing. He didn't know how he fought, how he thought or how mentally stable he really was. Though every shinobi was cracked somehow, Kakashi looked like he had seen hell and had tried to burn it down.
Right then and there he looked like one of those enemy nin from the campfire stories, ANBU legends or mission desk gossip. A dark aura came off of him like a vile stench, seeping into every crevice it could find.
Obito was trying his best not to tremble under it's force, stomping his feet hard into the ground, hands balling into fists around the kunai. He watched with wide eyes as Kakashi's arms moved higher, raising the two impaled - now limp - bodies further into the air while his eyes stayed on Obito's like a warning, a unspoken 'stay put'.
His jaw was clenched underneath the itchy white fabric as he fought for breath, feeling nothing enter his lungs through that mask around his face. But before the panic of suffocating could spread through his brain, the silver-haired jounin smashed his arms together in front of his chest, his hands, glowing bright purple - like that time at the tea house -  tearing the two shinobi that were still impaled on his skinny arms in half.
The two Leaf jounin slumped to the floor in pieces, flesh and organs spilling out in a pool of red, colouring the dark scorched earth. 
He was breathing heavily, unable to take his eyes off of the other. Standing, watching like a statue as two people were brutally murdered by a man who he had thought was a mentally scarred, quiet and controlled shinobi. But this display of pointless violence had completely changed Obito's perception of him. Kakashi was dangerous, just like Tsunade-sama had told Sakura.

Then the glowing light drained from him, seemingly flowing back into his form before he fell to his knees. Obito reacted in the matter of a second, steadying him with one hand on his neck and one on his chest. Kakashi was hot, even through his clothes a very strong heat radiated from his body, like he was burning up from the inside.
Gently he layed the limp figure down onto the bloodstained ground. The silverette had his eyes closed, yet his lids fluttered and brows curved and moved frantically. A reaction someone would display while having a mightmare. His lithe body was twitching and quiet groans spilled from his lips between his flushed cheeks.
Obito patted his face a few times and then shook his shoulders, desperately trying to wake him. A panic started to rise in his chest, constricting on his lungs and robbing his breath. He couldn't do this again. Why did that beautiful idiot not know when to stop?

But unlike after their escape his chakra reserves seemed fine.
Quickly he scanned the limp body with his Sharingan. Though he wasn't able to use his kekkei genkai the same way the Hyuga were able to use their Byakugan, it enabled him to an extent - and his sensory nature came in handy in these sort of situations - to see a person's chakra flow and any other chakra blocks or manipulations. His eyes darted over every single vein of white chakra running from his feet to his hands and to his head. But there was nothing notable out of the ordinary until he took a closer look at his mind - at least the part he had been able to see and feel.
Deep in the back was a small silver lock randomly placed, floating in front of a blank space, a cube in the middle of a mess of neurons and chakra veins intertwining and knotting together at multiple points. Now he really wasn't as skilled in the workings of the mind and mind blocks as the Yamanaka or Hyuga, but he knew his fair share from research and just plain curiousity and interest.

He frowned and placed his hand on the back of Kakashi's head, resting on thick fluffy silver hair.
Lining his index finger up to lay parallel to the lock that was keeping a part of his mind dormant.
A little thread of chakra formed around his hand, sliding around to his finger and slowly probing Kakashi's mind. The Sharigan helped him navigate through the vast mess of veins and neurons and pathways, mindfully careful not to even brush past a single one as it could create impearable damage to his brain.
While he worked his way through, Kakashi was panting in short gasps and quick exhales and Obito had to keep his head in a tight hold to steady him, least he might have broken free and had Obito's chakra thread accidentally cut off half of his chakra system.
A very slow and tense minute later he had located the lock, gently feeding his chakra into it to feel out the mechanism, to turn the right cogs and pull the correct levers inside this little puzzle piece.

Beads of sweat trickled down his forehead and chin, landing on the bloody dark floor with a silent plop. Kakashi's legs and hands were spasming more and more the closer he got to the last cog and the last lever, his breathing becoming erratic.
Carefully he pulled and turned and immediately his chakra thread got sucked into a wild stream, blinding light glowing everywhere until images appeared in front of his Sharingan, flowing past like a fast stream, shaking his frame with it's intensity.
His heart was beating out of his chest and his hands were clawing into Kakashi's skin searching for stability, something to hold him down, but then his chakra thread hit a wooden door, the pressure of the wind and stream pushing it further against the hard wood until the door swung open and Obito's heart stopped still.

"Ōtosan?"

"Kakashi?"