Obito sat brooding in the main hall, exasperated and rather annoyed at his archenemy.
Every person he'd sent had come back in failure, or not at all. Every woman said that his enemy just couldn't be seduced, but at the point he was at, seduction was the best course of action, so he kept trying.
Fighting wouldn't be an option, since his lord had forbidden that he openly attack someone as strong as the Hatake.
Once more, another woman had returned. She was stuttering in every word, terrified for her life, but Obito got the usual gist of it. She had failed as well.
This was going nowhere and Obito knew that he'd have to start deploying evasive manoeuvres.
Apparently, fate had a different plan.
Just a day after the last failed attempt, Obito was in his office, lazily glancing at scrolls of possible candidates for the mission. This was normal, but his peace was interrupted very soon after he'd opened a scroll for women with K to O first names.
A horrible sound greeted Obito's ears, almost like his own bones breaking, or resetting a dislocated limb.
Obito gripped his ears and scrambled off his chair, stumbling to the floor scratching at his ears.
The guards around the base hadn't sensed the familiar chakra signature.
Before Obito could recover from the horrid sound, firm hands clasped themselves to his shoulders, pushing him up and back against the wall.
There was a faint thud as Obito was pressed against the wall, panic flickered across his face, and bloody red spilling into the once onyx right eye.
No time passed, no processing of the situation was done before Obito felt something warm press against his lips.
There, in front of him, was Hatake Kakashi, the only personal vendetta he had left to resolve. And they were kissing. Kakashi had broken into Obito's hideout, restricted his movement and was now doing the one thing Kakashi would have been the least likely to do.
Take off his face mask. Just to kiss someone, no less.
To kiss his enemy.
Obito wanted to struggle, he really did, but there was something about the way Kakashi held him - he was desired. Obito felt his eye droop.
Something wet suddenly brushed against his lips and he thought, why not? After all, he could always wipe Kakashi's memory afterwards.
Obito's mouth opened and Kakashi gladly entered. One thought ran through his mind.
Why didn't I try this before?
Obito stifled a moan as he felt Kakashi's tongue explore his mouth. Obito retaliated with his own tongue, shoving Kakashi back out.
Kakashi made space between himself and Obito, looking down to the dazed eye of his old friend.
Obito's eye had instinctually turned a bloody red again, and Kakashi knew that the Sharingan would memorise everything that was happening, as was one of its abilities.
Obito felt Kakashi's grip loosens on his wrists and he slid his hands out. Just realising what he'd done, Obito just stubbornly laid his forehead against Kakashi's chest, wrapping his arms around the other's waist. Kakashi contently lay his chin on the crown of Obito's head, returning the gentle embrace.
Obito looked back up at Kakashi, a growing blush patterned across the human part of his face.
Kakashi smugness turned to surprise as Obito shoved Kakashi away to arm's length. With one hand holding Kakashi's shoulder firmly, Obito turned away from the confused look on Kakashi's face, the other hand covering his face to hide the embarrassing nose bleed.
Personally, Obito had always found Kakashi adorable, and that was with the mask. You can understand his predicament.
Squeal or kiss?
Kakashi seemed to be bored of waiting for Obito to take care of his problem and grabbed the other man's hips.
Obito's right eye widened as Kakashi flipped him around to face him.
Kakashi glanced down from below the shadow of his lashes at the blood that had spilled across Obito's face, his nose twitching at the metallic smell. Obito raised his hand to wipe away the blood, smearing it across the unnatural side of his face.
Kakashi leaned in to kiss Obito's cheeks, staining his lips with the blood. Obito felt his blush darken at the warmth of Kakashi's lips on his skin, feeling the goose bumps cross his spine as Kakashi got closer to his mouth again.
As trained as they were, the two shinobi didn't realise someone had opened the door.
Sakura peeped out from behind the door, looking inside the room with curious eyes.
She raised her camera to sneak very photos of the pair. Still the two didn't notice as Sakura left them alone again.
She laughed giddily as she flipped through the few pictures she got; blackmail was always something she was good at, but these would certainly sell for a hefty price, especially since a lot of people wanted to know what Kakashi's face looked like.
At the thought of her profits, she practically drooled, paying no mind to the freshly painted walls around her, splattered with the 'blood' of those murdered only minutes ago. The rooms were almost completely white now; the only people actually in the hideout had been an army of white Zetsu clones, and a tall woman that Naruto had whisked away like a princess.
Sakura didn't look back as she walked straight out of the hideout, greeted by the blood of the only actually humans guarding the area on the threshold, then the sunny day beyond.