Obito always tasted like something raw. Painful, he watched as he grew up with his tongue between his teeth, keeping himself from speaking too loud. They both knew how that felt. Their gums would bleed before their jaws would move to say the words they always feared so much.
Kakashi always tasted like something new. Green and fresh, his eyes sparkled with humor, but every second Obito touched him, he could feel that dark regret surrounding him. Neither of them were particularly gentle with themselves, but touching each other it was with light fingertips and lips that parted like tulip petals.
Obito's hands were rough textured, but the gentleness of his palm touching Kakashi's back as he kissed him nearly drew a sob from his chest. How long had it been since he'd dreamed of kissing his friend with the purest of innocent intentions? How many people had Kakashi cold shouldered, his love and oh that so heavy regret for the loss of so many he loved destroying any chance of him feeling anything but guilt? Obito's fingers and his lips felt like heaven and hell and sin and love and the most pure feeling he'd ever felt in his entire life.
As they broke the kiss in the midnight air, both in harmonious quiet, the damp light of the moon spread across their faces and for a moment Kakashi wondered if he was dreaming. He felt like if he spoke, he'd break the spell, and suddenly Obito would be gone.
Obito was the first to speak, and he gave a half smile, eyes a storm of regret, guilt, and pure adoration, "I missed you Kakashi." He said, his voice wavering in a way that Kakashi felt deep in his soul.
Kakashi pulled Obito close, hugging the man he hadn't seen in years, holding him close with the only wish to never let go. What would life be worth if he forgot how it felt to hug him, feel his breath hitch, and know that he was alive and well.
Obito couldn't help the tears that fell, and Kakashi didn't breath a word, knowing how much it hurt Obito. Both knew the loss they'd gone through, and the actions they'd committed. They both knew that there would be no chance they could erase that from their minds, or bring back those they'd lost. But standing there, with Obito Uchiha felt like a little piece of him could maybe fall back into place. Kakashi wondered if they could begin to move on from Rin's death finally, together.
Obito's hand found Kakashi's and squeezed, and the two began to walk, the silence between them nothing but comfortable and natural. Bliss found Kakashi that night as he realized not all is bad in the world. Maybe, just maybe, there was still a bit of good.