"Kakashi-san!"

Damn the loud annoying voice.

"Kakashi-san!"

One eyelid flickered to look at the caller.

"Ah, you're not dead I see!"

Orange. He saw orange. The caller had orange face. Now was that not weird…

"Who – who are –"

"Tobi is the name!"

Kakashi groaned when his head began to thud. His eyes slipped close again and Tobi hovered ever so closely in front of his face.

"Eh, are you going back to sleep?"

All of a sudden, the lying man gasped so sharply his upper body arched against the masked man. More white dust collected around the brittle explosive shackles as Kakashi's fingers closed in tight fists.

"Get – away –" Kakashi breathed. "Further –"

"Eh? What happen?" Tobi asked, his merriness slowly dissipating. His face inched closer to Kakashi's and the latter abruptly turned to the right when he felt his nose brushed against the rough surface of the mask.

"Can't breathe…"

"For real?" Tobi asked again, his voice high and squeaky.

A dry cough rattled Kakashi's body and his chest began to pump inwards and outwards at irregular beat. Tobi got off and studied the laboured form keenly.

"Tsk, troublesome guy," Tobi said, not caring to honey his words anymore that he sounded as murderous as he truly was. Ruthlessly, he shoved two fingers into Kakashi's gaping mouth and pressed the dry tongue down. Kakashi almost gagged and tried to pull back but another hand was gripping his silver hair, holding him painfully in place.

"Shut up and continue breathing through your mouth," Tobi said. "Do it even if it seems your lungs aren't filled with air. Don't move around so actively or I'll end your pathetic life right here, right now."

Kakashi's hot breath escaped his force-opened cavern and he relaxed a bit. His arms and legs were still rigid but as long as he did not thrash about, it was enough for Tobi. He released Kakashi's hair and placed the palm over the other man's sternum. Green light erupted in a brief jolt, and soon the dark room was illuminated slightly by the ghastly chakra beam. Kakashi lay back, feeling warmth enveloping his midriff and the blockage in his trachea easing. As his heart beat returned to normal pace, the vile fingers were removed from his mouth; he could never have been happier since the acrid tang on his taste buds was puke inducing.

A shiver raked his body.

"Don't move, haven't I told you that?" Tobi said, closing a gloved hand around Kakashi's neck violently. The other man winced as his windpipe was pressed, jamming the pathway for air once more. And at that exact moment, he felt very much dead. He could still sense Tobi stirring somewhat beside him yet his ears could no longer process the almost dismissible drone of the healing chakra. Pressure… heaviness… that he knew was burdening him. All he saw was black, and his mind was starting to freeze.

Sensations suddenly felt so alien to him.

Tobi removed his clutches and immediately, the mouthful of much needed air came in wet coughs and splutters. And the chakra bubble was lifted; the room sank into darkness as usual.

"Damn that Sasori… and what did I tell Pein to do? These people are getting out of hand…" Tobi mumbled to himself, occasionally glancing at the seemingly unconscious ninja, "What do you think I should do, Sharingan no Kakashi?"

He heard his name being called. The hyperactive member of Akatsuki must be around him. Should he answer? A brief reply would do would it not? He heard the man said something about his falling apart organisation. That was an invaluable piece of information right there… if only his very dizzy mind would fix itself right.

"Tsk, I wonder what I should do with those people eh? They always say that it's lonely at the top. I couldn't agree more. When you're up here, you can't seem to trust anyone anymore. Won't you say so as well, Kakashi?"

A slight tilt of the Copy Ninja's head to the left brought a dull shimmer from behind the mask. No one was going to see his true self here after all.

"What a magnificent discovery to the shinobi life. You, of all people, can bear the ultimate gift that I have for my descendants, even if you're not. Though I didn't give my consent for that eye…"

A hand traced the outline of Kakashi's jawline.

"So fragile…"

It slipped past his Adam's apple, continuing his journey downwards and halting a fraction on his chest where the rhythmic beat was evident.

"So vulnerable…"

His index pressed lightly into the defined muscles of Kakashi's stomach. He caught a short grimace from the Copy Ninja's tired visage.

"So young…"

Dipping lightly into the navel, he proceeded south and finally cast his fingers down into the tassel of silver pubic hair as if a very precious prize was about to be unwrapped.

"And vulnerable," Tobi said huskily, his Sharingan swiveling within the socket. "You have no idea… you have no idea what youth means, Kakashi…"

CLANK!

The door opened again.

A small smile slipped past the disfigured lips beneath the mask. How predictable some people can be… and that actually meant how idiotic his descendants could be. With an exaggerated sigh, Tobi said aloud, "I was wondering when you will turn up," and he turned back to face the newcomer, "Itachi."

"Skip the cordial introduction. You are supposed to be somewhere else."

"What is this, Itachi?" Tobi asked as he rose from the floor. "Are you dictating what I should do in my leisure?"

"It's never in my place to decide what I should do or not, isn't it?"

"I can't say how glad I am that I got the message across. And it will stay that way, won't it?"

Itachi closed the door and approached the older man boldly. It took Tobi by surprise. Itachi was never this comfortable with his presence in his wake.

"It's good to see you visiting our captive so often. It relieves me to know that someone is making the effort to keep Kakashi alive before we're done with him."

"And when will that be?"

"Why the rush, Itachi?"

With a twist of his wrist, he locked a vice grip on Itachi's forearm and kicked his shin by the angle he knew would bring the man down. Within a blink of an eye, he was weighing Itachi down on the ground. Just for precautions, he sat on Itachi, hissing when his slightly hardened member was pressed into Itachi's. Madara bowed lower until he was exactly eye to eye with the lying man and both of their groins were rubbing hard into each other's.

"The vigour you youngsters contain…"

"It doesn't compare to the wisdom the aged has."

"Getting philosophical now aren't we, Itachi?"

"It's for the sake of communication."

"Liar," Madara impressed, shifting his hip to increase the friction on the hot spots down there. Disgust birthed in the pit of Itachi's guts.

"What's the point of lying to you?" Itachi whispered, his voice cracked at the end, "You seem to be well-informed of everything."

"That's only because I hold the reign to your harness. Do you want me to let go?" Tobi asked tantalizingly, knowing full well what answer he would receive. As if the boy could run away from his destiny. He was already caught!

"Can I?"

"Can you?"

Madara nuzzled the crook of Itachi's neck. His mask made the latter turned away on reflex, disapproving at the violations. Unfortunately, it only gave more room to Madara to continue his doings.

"What did I tell you before, Itachi?"

A knee was brought in between the thighs. Demanding immediate reply, Madara pushed it against the swelling lump, eliciting a low groan from the man beneath him. "Say it," he said as he gently kneed the sensitive part.

"My purpose – is to – serve Akatsuki, and to carry its ambitions…"

"Mine, Itachi… mine…"

Dup.

Red irises narrowed to slits as the lids widened like saucers. Utter shock graced Itachi's façade. He promptly shoved Madara away with strength he did not know he had and flipped to his side, one hand cupping his mouth.

It finally came.