Time seemed to freeze as the two men stared at each other. Obito thought it looked as though Kakashi's brain was having to reboot to catch up with that statement, but he knew the silver-haired shinobi calculated nearly everything he did before acting. He was probably going through reasons for the Uchiha to show up here asking for sex after so many years.
"Are you trying to get to my students?" he asked, his voice strained. Yup. He knew it.
"That thought hadn't even crossed my mind," Obito said casually and stretched languidly like a housecat, reaching upward and groaning as the stiffness in his muscles subsided. "I really don't care about harming them, at least not right now."
Kakashi shot him a narrow-eyed look that spoke his mind quite aptly. He wasn't impressed at all with what Obito had just said, but he also seemed to be mulling over his answer just as carefully as he watched his posture.
"Oh, did I say something wrong, Kakashi?" the Uchiha asked tauntingly and immediately the silver-haired jounin was on him, holding him by the front of his shirt, yanking it towards him, forcing Obito to sit up and look up into his eye. He grinned at the shinobi lazily, knowing he had found a new button to press, and filed the information away for later. There wasn't a good chance he'd use it, but it's best to be aware of it, just in case he did need it.
Furthermore, he didn't expect Kakashi to push down his mask, letting the fabric glide over ivory skin, making the Uchiha gasp at seeing his elusive face for the first time, but before he could truly take in the sight in front of him, his mouth was against his. Kakashi's lips were warm and firm as they brushed against his with angelic smoothness. Obito was lost in them, but he dared not touch Kakashi in return, clenching his fists instead while he embraced the moment.
Kakashi's scent was intoxicating and heady. It was far too difficult not to get lost in the overpowering smell of an oncoming storm, the likes of which raged inside of the man before him; all power with the promise of more than enough strength to manhandle the Uchiha in all the right ways. It elicited a tiny moan from him, barely heard over the pounding of his heart as it threatened to burst from his chest. He could both imagine and remember the strength and authority with which Kakashi conducted such power and it made him shudder, excitement bubbling up inside him and making his heart flutter.
Kakashi's thumb brushed lightly against the unmarred side of his jaw and the jounin's tongue prodded at his lips for entrance, caressing his scarred bottom lip gently, but Obito was uncertain of what to do. Was he supposed to let Kakashi do as he pleased or just do as he had been? Screw it. He'd let him this time and he parted his lips to let Kakashi's deft, skilled tongue inside, tasting him, allowing their tongues to mingle like their bodies soon would.
When they parted, Obito felt as though he was still under the enchantment of the other man's spell. He was star-struck and he could feel the hot flush of his face, not unlike his member which stood rigid and thick beneath his pants. And that was only a kiss. He was stupefied and nothing else seemed to matter.
Kakashi looked him over, his mask still held under his chin a small, self-satisfied smile that made its way to his visible eye spread across his face. "Did you enjoy that?" he asked, gently letting the Uchiha's shirt slip out of his grasp.
Obito nodded dumbly. Oh gods, yes! He did!
"Alright," Kakashi said with a chuckle, "then I want you to stay right here. I need to get something to make this more…" he seemed to be searching for an adequate word before the look in his eye became hungry, glimpsing down the raven's body. "To make this more fun ."
Obito loved the sound of that and watched as the man left to get what he was looking for. His body thrummed with excitement and he began to strip out of his shirt, tossing it on the floor before starting on his pants, but as his thumbs began to push them down, something occurred to him. He had just told Kakashi that he'd harm his students if given the proper motivation and as well, somewhat admitted to taking a part in the Uchiha massacre. What if he was calling back-up? Then the plan - even though he'd come to the conclusion that it seemed a moot point to attempt it - would never come to fruition. He'd be locked up and tortured for the rest of his life for betraying the village. Suddenly, his eagerness to have sex with Kakashi had died down some as a cold pit seemed to form in his belly, making him want to sink into it and drown in misery.
Kakashi returned barely a moment later and raised a silver brow, his hitai-ate removed at some point and his mask still below his chin as he frowned at him and sauntered back up to him. He seemed to be taking in his state of undress, making the Uchiha feel even more self-conscious. Obito swallowed thickly and his shoulders sank. He should leave. Just Kamui out of here and forget about all of this before he could be arrested by ANBU and have his Mangekyo Sharingan plucked from his skull.
The silver-haired shinobi crouched down in front of him, pocketing what he held and looking up at him. "This won't do," he murmured and slipped his fingers in the waistband of Obito's pants, his eyes asking for the Uchiha's tentative permission. Clutching the couch with a white-knuckled grip, he nods in allowance, letting the jounin shimmy them down his hips, pulling them off his ankles, fully exposing his body. "There. Much better," Kakashi crooned happily, letting his open eye graze over the Uchiha's body.
Obito shuddered, not so much out of arousal, but anxiety. He'd rarely been fully exposed to anyone and when he had, he'd worn the cloak of a transformation jutsu. This was entirely new. Sure, Kakashi had seen his lower half before, but now he was able to glimpse every inch of him if he so wished to. Nonetheless, he could still make his way out with Kamui if he needed to. He had replacement cloaks and his mask stored there for if he found himself in a pinch.
"Now let's get more comfortable," the shinobi suggested and caressed the outside of the Uchiha's right thigh, the one with staple scars and the pale, alien flesh of a cannibalized Zetsu, ripped apart and molded to 'fix' his shredded body. He maneuvered him gently, until Obito's legs were back on the couch, slightly parted, his upper body propped up by his elbows and the arm of the green monstrosity of modern upholstery. His heart was beating a mile a minute and his eyes were fixed on the man climbing over him, in between his legs, settling in snugly on the adequately-sized furniture.
Obito's brow was furrowed and he was much further out of his element than before. Kakashi must have sensed it or noticed his deflating arousal, because soon, his warm lips were against his again, their tongues twisting and dancing once more and his hands were everywhere, caressing his belly and chest and brushing against his nipple. His lower body seemed to be interested in the attention once more as Kakashi licked and sucked on his lips, making the Uchiha groan, especially when he set his attention on the scar splitting his lip on the right. That one particular place seemed to run a hotline straight to his groin.
The jounin seemed nothing but pleased by the current development and began making his way down the Uchiha's body, his course set on heading to Obito's leaking cock, the way paved with kisses and playful nips. " Fuck, Kakashi," he gasped breathlessly, watching the man lave affection over his naval, his member now brushing against the shinobi's neck, catching on the cloth around his neck.
But Kakashi simply looked into his eyes and hushed him as he moved straight down to his cock. Obito shuddered once more as he watched, refusing to break eye contact with him as the man gave a toothy grin, revealing his fangs as he smiled, somehow managing to make him twitch needily, precome oozing from the tip. Kakashi's gaze read 'watch me' and Obito was mesmerized, completely entranced as a searing, hot tongue licked stripes up his shaft and swirled around the tip.
Gods that was good. Kakashi was obviously intent upon killing him with his smug, bestial talent. And when the silver-haired shinobi sank down on his cock, taking it to the hilt, Obito let out a long moan, his legs parting a hair further. It was hardly fair that the bastard was this good at sucking him off. He began to wonder if there was anything that Kakashi was bad at other than keeping promises because the Uchiha was beginning to feel jealous, but he wasn't going to complain about how the jounin was directing that unnatural skill at the moment. He was much more keen to embrace it.
Obito let his head lull back, his dark, half-lidded eyes slipping closed when he heard the snick of a bottle opening and there was a sickeningly sweet smell in the room. "Strawberries?" Obito murmured, opening an eye to peek at the shinobi, who showed no signs of doing anything other than swallow his dick. "That's not a very masculine scent. Are you sure you haven't mistaken me for some cute, blushing girl?" the Uchiha teased, but he wouldn't be far off. He was flush with the heat of arousal from the tips of his ears down to his chest and as far as he knew, either Kakashi thought he was the cutest of all of his bedmates or quite plainly a willing partner for the night. With either option, he'd never know.
Kakashi rolled his eyes at him humorlessly and pressed two slick fingers against Obito's entrance, teasing it and spreading the scented lubricant. The Uchiha hums pleasurably and lets his head fall back again, running a hand through his hair as he tries to maintain some semblance of his agency and sanity while he was being sucked off and fingered by his former teammate. A finger slipped inside, making him purr, teasing and rubbing gently at his insides. It felt nice to be laid out like this before the silver-haired shinobi, so much so that he felt himself stupid for not having returned or stayed when Kakashi had asked him to that last time. He could be getting this all the time, maybe even giving the same to the other man.
Then the damp, warmth around his cock is gone and the Uchiha makes to whimper and as he begins to wonder to find out why. Kakashi's mouth is amazing and he knows he isn't ready for the main event yet. "Kakashi?" he whispers, a whine lacing his voice.
The silver-haired shinobi hums in satisfaction at his state and caresses the inside of his thigh where he could reach with mouth, nipping it lightly before giving it a soothing kiss. "Kakashi, what are you doing?" the blissed-out Uchiha asked again, coming back to himself, his stiff nervousness beginning to set in once again.
"You'll see," he answered cryptically and set about pushing Obito onto his side, giving him closer look at his puckered entrance, glistening with what lube Kakashi had managed to coat it with. The Uchiha pouted at him, not much caring for surprises, but Kakashi pushed onward, his fingers trailing around his opening once more before disappearing altogether.
He opened his Sharingan eye and Obito felt a thrill run through him as his own Sharingan recorded him in technicolor clarity. Kakashi was making a show of whatever he was doing. It didn't take long for the Uchiha to find out exactly what.
Kakashi had bent his head down and swiped at the raven's hole with a long, lingering stroke of his tongue. Obito's eyes practically bulged out of his skull and with the second stroke he was reaching down tangling his fingers in the jounin's hair as he cried out his name. He vaguely registered a sound of satisfaction from the other man when his tongue began prodding at his entrance, sliding in and tasting his insides.
It was official. Kakashi was actually trying to kill him, and what's more, he wasn't just a skilled genius. No, he was a god. Kakashi was a silver god of moonlight and sex and darker, more intimate promises whispered in the throes of carnal heat and passion. Obito would have likened to throw himself at his feet and offer himself up to worship him with his body and soul. It felt as though sex with this man was more than surreal and not like the other things that he'd captured with his Sharingan eye filled with pain and suffering and the bowels of Hell, but in a way that he could almost believe that Kakashi truly was a sex god.
Obito was too caught up in the moment to register much of anything else, such as how tightly he grasped Kakashi's soft, wiry tufts or the hand wrapped around his cock, helping to bring him to climax. Spurts of come spilled onto his belly and the couch, leaving traces on his lover's hand as his body surged with the height of his climax. His eyes rolled back and a trickle of drool slid down his chin.
He had to take a few steadying breaths to keep from drowning in the tide of pleasure he had ridden on. That was the most divine experience he'd ever had in his life. It was transcendent, meaning Kakashi was almost certainly a god.
"A god, huh?" Kakashi purred, his tongue now replaced with lube-slicked fingers once more, nestling inside and stretching gently. "I'm flattered."
Oh no.
"I never said that," the Uchiha grumbled, still trying to get control over his breathing. How did he even know he said that? Oh… the Sharingan, right. Kakashi could read his lips, meaning he had recorded every keen and expression he'd made in the past five minutes for all of eternity. Now would be a good time to Kamui out of here and find a hole to die in from embarrassment. That asshole! He'd show him.
"I never thought of myself as a god, but what kind did you have in mind?" the silver-haired shinobi teased him, mischief clear in his voice.
"You're not a god," Obito reaffirmed, retrieving his hand from the jounin's fluffy, smooth hair. It was a lot like a dog's, but a winter-suited dog like a husky or maybe a wolf. That'd explain the fangy smile then, but the Uchiha was determined to be annoyed with him regardless of how cute his companion's canine features were.
"Did you mean a sex god? Is that it?" Kakashi asked, letting his fingers dip a little further and making Obito whine before wiping away the saliva on his face.
"Shut up," he growled, looking away. Kakashi was going to be insufferably infuriating about this for the rest of their lives. He couldn't imagine what he'd say next time they had sex. He'd probably bring it up then too.
No. There couldn't be a 'next time.' Even if Kakashi's company was enjoyable and pleasurable, he was still a criminal - a missing-nin and a traitor to his village and country, not that he'd want to stay in the Hidden Leaf Village after learning the truth anyway. Besides, if any of the other Akatsuki members found out about Kakashi or his own identity, they could use it to destroy him or hurt Kakashi. Probably both.
He must have brooding and silent in thought for a while because Kakashi was seated on the couch beside him instead of laying half on the floor. "Are you alright, Obito?" he asked, the Sharingan closed once more, only his iron-colored eye watching him now as he leaned against the back of the couch. His fingers had stilled inside him as he observed his expression.
"You know, we don't have to do this," he spoke softly in an attempt to sound sincere, but Obito had already made up his mind. He may be unhappy with how this tryst will end, but that didn't mean he was going to back out of having Kakashi one last time.
Obito scoffed and adjusted pulling away from Kakashi's touch, grunting in discomfort as the jounin's fingers slid out of him. He was prepped enough for this, even if he hadn't reached a full erection again, it wouldn't take long. It never did with the stamina his prosthetics gave him both in battle prowess and in the bedroom. He flipped himself around until he was sitting up on his knees in front of Kakashi, smirking at him, his dark eyes smoky and full of desire once more.
"That never crossed my mind," the Uchiha answered, gripping the silver-haired shinobi's navy blue shirt and bringing him down for a kiss while he plundered Kakashi's mouth, tasting himself and the essence of strawberries. While the jounin was distracted, he pushed sternly until the jounin landed in a heap on the floor, landing on the thin, light-blue rug, breaking their kiss.
"Ow," the silver-haired shinobi murmured softly as the Uchiha took his place over him, revealing and grabbing the man's cock before lifting himself over the shinobi. "Is that how you treat your god?" He wasn't pouting nor did he seem particularly hurt by what had transpired. Instead, he seemed mightily interested in what Obito was doing with his cock, the Uchiha steadying himself over him. Kakashi's gifted Sharingan opened and focused on him completely while his hands caressed his still-shuddering thighs.
"You know, I think I liked you better when that annoying mouth of yours was wrapped around my cock," Obito grumbled haughtily before taking a calming breath and beginning to lower himself onto the jounin's member. Slowly, he felt Kakashi filling him and he had to take a moment to adjust to the intrusion, his cock joining the party once more as the jounin beneath him let out a barely audible gasp. He felt like a king seated upon his former rival with his mismatched eyes watching him closely, recording everything for all eternity. It was still a misuse of the Sharingan, but the Uchiha found that he was quite flattered by it. Kakashi may have been a god, but he was powerless as Obito slid all the way down, fully sheathing his searing, hot member inside his slick cavern, taking what he wanted from the beginning.
"But isn't this so much better?" the other man asked, letting his eyes glide up to the raven's face to take in his determined expression and extensive blush. He planted his feet on the floor and thrust upward to nudge further into the Uchiha, making him shout deliciously.
"God… Fuck, Kakashi!"
Obito scowled down at him and regained his composure. "Hey, I'm in control here! Not you!" he snapped and began lifting himself slightly to take Kakashi's length back into him. That smug bastard was trying to put himself in charge of this, but Obito wasn't going to let him. This was his act and his final performance. He was the star of this show and he wasn't going to give up his agency to anyone, not even him.
"But I thought that's what you wanted? For your god to fuck you, that is," the wolfish shinobi teased, mocking him further. His hands were giving equal attention to both of his thigh, the one with his native flesh, enjoying each caress and touch, and his mottled, patchwork thigh that registered the brush of his hand with a numb tingling on that side. As Obito slowly worked himself up and down the shinobi's shaft, he felt those hands work their way to grip his ass tightly.
Obito chuckled in half-hearted amusement, trying hard to concentrate when every touch made him want to cry out with the full measure of his enjoyment. He was trembling trying to stay focused, especially when Kakashi kept intervening by kneading his ass or occasionally thrusting up into him. It was proving difficult to keep up with him.
"Would you like me to take over?" the jounin asked, the Uchiha answering by lifting up to where only the tip of Kakashi's cock was inside him and falling upon it particularly rough, grinding down on him. They both groaned in unison, Obito digging his nails into the shinobi's clothed chest.
Obito wasn't very focused on what Kakashi was doing after that and ended up closing his eyes once more, letting his instincts and pursuit of release drive him. He could hear Kakashi shuffling his hands around in the fabric of his lowered pants. What could he possibly be doing? The Uchiha had since abandoned the idea that his former teammate was calling ANBU in, but he could be wrong. It wasn't the first time he was wrong about Kakashi.
Obito began to peek open a weary eyelid when the breath was knocked out of him. A hand on his back kept him from hitting the floor too hard while the shinobi's other hand was gripping his hip tightly, his slick cock pressed against the Uchiha's own, nestled against his balls. This was Obito's show, his show, and now Kakashi was taking the lead instead! He wanted to protest and take his rightful place upon the jounin's loins, but with what was to come, he could hardly care, not with Kakashi drinking in the sight of him with those mismatched eyes. Obito let a sneaking hand slide down to grasp their cocks together, Kakashi's longer, uncircumcised member spreading wetness against his own as well as the palm of his hand.
They had to have been made for each other with how good it felt to be like this with him. Their bodies pressed together, hips thrusting against one another; even the simple act of their lips brushing together sent sparks through Obito's body. It seemed only fitting that Kakashi was like lightning that struck hard and fast and heavy, beaming down on the Uchiha's helplessly needy form, leaving him breathless and writhing. Even more so when Kakashi slid his cock out of his grip and pushed back inside of him, maneuvering one of his skilled hands to hold his wrists down loosely while the other maintained a bruising lock on his hip. He began at a punishing pace from the start, making the Uchiha arch up from the floor and call his name like a broken, choked out prayer.
Yes, he told himself once more, Kakashi was indeed a god of moonlight and sex and the promises of darker, more intimate things to come. And that was more than prayer-worthy.
The shinobi wanted to break him and remake him into something depraved and filthy. Too bad Obito was already such a creature, but this wasn't enough. He needed to get a hand on his cock and make himself come. The tide was building in this swirling storm but the surf had yet to break and their coupling wouldn't last much longer if Obito didn't get to come soon.
The Uchiha snaked a hand out of Kakashi's hold and sent it down to his throbbing, aching cock to circle it and run his thumb over the sensitive tip to bring himself off. He was close. So close.
"Enjoying this, Obito?" Kakashi panted, watching as vigilant as ever the moves and expressions on his lover's face with his mismatched eyes.
"Y-Yes! Fuck…," Obito gasped, his muscles tightening against his will as his cock came closer to spasming. "More Kakashi! Fuck me more! "
Kakashi's movements stuttered suspiciously for a moment but Obito could hardly bring himself to care. He was probably feeling sorry for himself or getting romantic feelings about him like the last time they fucked. Obito scoffed unconsciously, thinking the other man ridiculous. Sure, he felt something for Kakashi, but their sex didn't have to mean anything, in fact, it was for the best that it didn't.
He felt another hand wrap around his cock and Kakashi's thrusts became less measured and forceful. It was still too much for the Uchiha and he ended up crying out the jounin's name once more as he shot tendrils of come into their joined hands. Kakashi pulled his hand away from his and Obito let his hand fall to the floor bonelessly as he caught his breath.
He vaguely registered the shinobi wiping his hand on his pants before pulling out of his abused, well-fucked hole, making him cringe in discomfort. Only a moment more passed before the bastard leaped up onto his belly and grabbed both of his hands, tying them together with a wrap of training bandages.
"What the-!"
It was like having a cold pail of water dumped over his head and it sent Obito into action immediately, but it was too late. His Sharingan refused to activate as though something was sapping his chakra and Kakashi managed to press a hidden kunai against his throat with his free hand.
"What's the meaning of this?" he snarled at the shinobi, fixing him with his deadly glare. "Are you trying to keep me here again? Is that it?"
"I might, but first, I have a few questions for you," the jounin stated, his eyes fixed him with a cold, set glare masking his emotions. Obito should have known he'd pull something after the last time he left like he did, especially after showing up with a new Sharingan eye.
"And what questions would those be, Kakashi?" He spat the man's name like a curse, searing the man to his core and forcing just the desired reaction of a flinch. It was a far change from the way he had said his name moments before.
"First off," the shinobi began, pressing the kunai just a little harder to menace the Uchiha further, "who are you working for? Is it Orochimaru? Danzo?"
Obito scoffed and made to look bored, resigning himself to his questioning. If only Kakashi knew the truth, but he didn't think that'd earn him any favors. So he told him what would be best, "You don't want to know."
"Oh, I do. I'd really like to know," Kakashi reassured him. "Is it the same person that resurrected you after Kannabi? Is it?" A bead of blood began to trickle on the knife's edge, untouched by Obito's healing cells while the seal was in effect, but the Uchiha didn't utter a word. "It'd be in your best interest to answer me, Obito. I can have ANBU here in minutes and I don't give a damn if they take us both away. I've made my peace with my fate. Have you?"
The idiot must have gone mad if he'd let ANBU take the both of them, especially with Danzo and the rest of the Elders so keen to get their hands on the Sharingan for themselves. Mangekyo Sharingan, no less. It could be a bluff, but then again, he's watched Kakashi for years and knew he could pull some crazy stunts when prompted to. He had no fear of death when he thought that all of his team were dead.
It was, however, very possible that it could be a bluff, but Obito didn't want to gamble on Kakashi. The man was much too clever for him and it nearly made him swell with pride that he had was playing such a game his former comrade. He was a perfect choice to bear the gift of his left eye and to be the one that brought him down.
"Would you really do that just to keep me from leaving, Kakashi? Even when the village wants these eyes badly enough to kill us for them?" Obito asked an eyebrow raised curiously as he scoped the jounin's expression.
"Would you like to find out?" Kakashi inquired darkly, his voice flat and toneless, his eyes glinting with steel.
"Not particularly," Obito answered truthfully and swallowed while remaining calm beneath him.
"Then answer my question. Who brought you back Obito?" he asked once again.
"I can't tell you, but they make Orochimaru and Danzo look like nothing more than pushovers. No one can win against him," Obito answered, accidentally letting a detail slip that he wished he hadn't.
"Him? Who is he?"
"I'm not permitted to tell you," Obito answered smoothly, playing it off as though he was marked with a curse more similar to the ROOT agents of Danzo's Foundation. He could discuss Madara, sure, but if Kakashi knew, he'd start rallying the troops or stick his nose further into his plans or not-plans. He wasn't sure anymore, but it was still better if Kakashi stayed far away from whatever it was the Uchiha was doing.
"Fair enough then," Kakashi said, accepting his answer to Obito's relief. "Next question: why did you and Itachi murder your clan?"
Obito thought for a moment. What could he tell Kakashi about that? He was sure that he had his own ideas about the massacre, but to tell him about it and admit out loud that it haunted him some nights to have spilled so much blood was unthinkable. He couldn't do it. He grit his teeth together while coming up with a plausible answer while Kakashi watched him like a hawk. His only chance was to skirt around it. It wasn't like he had specifically planned it himself. That was Madara's doing and in a way Danzo's. His attack on the village to try obtaining the Kyuubi was just the push their plans needed.
"That simple question isn't one that can be simply answered," Obito replied cryptically in an attempt to deflect the answer elsewhere. It was easier than admitting the true reason why. This way, he could blame someone else, at least, for now.
"Try me," Kakashi shot back. "I have all night."
"The village, among others, have been planning to get rid of the Uchiha even before that. I felt I could give merely offer my assistance," Obito said in answer. He might have shrugged if it weren't for the intimidating blade at his throat. "But if you want to know for sure, why the clan was killed, you should ask your buddy Danzo or Hiruzen. Or better yet don't. The less you act like you know, the better your quality of life will be."
Kakashi gave him a hard look as he mulled this over and went through endless possibilities of who he could be working for that wanted the clan dead and would keep a cripple alive and at fighting strength to carry out their will. He was likely baffled to hear it was neither Orochimaru nor Danzo and it amused Obito to no end.
"Alright," the jounin finally said, "so what do you want with my students? Are you wanting to kill Sasuke like Itachi or is it something else?"
Obito laughed aloud, making the knife dig into the side of his throat while simultaneously unnerving Kakashi. "It's foolish to think that! Why let him live if we were going to kill him anyway? Clearly, if I can break into your home and if we really wanted the boy dead, he'd be lying dead at your feet! No… Killing Sasuke is the furthest thing on my mind. I even swore that I wouldn't harm a hair on his head, but Naruto - the Kyuubi jinchuuriki - is really who will need to watch out. If I don't go back, other people are going to come for him and he'll be another dead teammate for you to sob over!"
Kakashi didn't seem to like that answer and narrowed his eyes at the Uchiha who smirked up at him. "And who are these people? Are they going after the other bijuu as well? Were they the ones that killed Sensei and Kushina?" With every question, the shinobi's voice became harsher and his grip around Obito's bound wrists became more bruising, cutting off the circulation into his native hand, giving it a purplish hue.
"The Akatsuki? Maybe. It's too soon to tell," Obito answered, swallowing hard after the mention of his former jounin mentor and the man's fiery wife. That was definitely something he could never tell the man above him. Kakashi didn't seem too convinced by his answer either.
"Are they led by the person that has you under their hold?" Kakashi asked, his grip not letting up and the discomfort made Obito squirm, cutting his throat further and making him hiss.
"In a way…" he answered once more, vaguely as ever. "Look Kakashi, you got to let me go. I can't stay here and I don't want us to both be caught. We'd be interrogated and with what happened after our last meeting... Well, you already know."
You'll die. I'll die. We'll both be labeled traitors and killed for this miserable excuse of a village.
Kakashi considered this and loosened his grip some, letting up on the embrace of the kunai again Obito's bared skin. "I have one last question."
Obito waited patiently as silence filled the room while Kakashi tried to retain his cool to ask the last question. The Uchiha knew what was coming, so he decided to answer before the man could ask. "No, Kakashi. I don't plan on returning. I don't plan on returning anywhere, to either you or the village, and hopefully, this will be the last time we meet," he said, more softly than he'd answered any of the other questions before. It sent a strange ache through his chest to say such a thing to the man, but he had to. He couldn't let Kakashi keep up hope for him, nor could he allow him to be put in any further danger. The other members might grow suspicious of him if other parties didn't discover his secret meetings before that.
The jounin didn't bat an eyelash, but he did frown at the Uchiha, looking down on him piteously. Obito could practically see his heart being ripped out by his words. The fool was still in love with him.
"Kakashi," Obito pleaded, looking up at him and calling his name softly.
The man removed the kunai and let up on the bandages letting his hand fall away. It was uncharacteristic of such a cautious man to have an enemy so close and so free, but then again, he likely still refused to think of him as an enemy. "But why?" he asked, his voice trembling slightly.
"Why what?" Obito asked in return, much too curious and baffled to bolt just yet.
"Why can't you come back to me?" That was in the voice of a truly broken man. Obito hadn't noticed how truly bloodshot and puffy the shinobi's eyes were until then. It told him tomes once more about all of the man's feelings for him.
"You've really gone and done it, haven't you?" the Uchiha said, more to himself that the despairing Hatake. "You've fallen in love with me." He'd known all along, but he hadn't wanted to say so out loud, however, he needed to get Kakashi to forget about him. The man would be much happier and safer if he did, at least until he could remake the world. But did he want to do that anymore?
No.
No, Kakashi deserved a better world, as did Rin and Sensei and Kushina, but he wasn't a hero. He couldn't be the silent savior to rid the world of its sorrows. The world would have to pick a new one because he had already lost too much and he wasn't going to lose what was left. Because, in the same sense that Kakashi had fallen in love with him, he seemed to have fallen in love with Kakashi.
Kakashi took a deep, unsteady breath and didn't answer, only standing from his place on the Uchiha and walking away, further into the apartment, closing the door to the bedroom and leaving Obito there on the living room floor to put himself back together before he broke as well.
After he put himself back to rights and managed to peel the seal off his back - which once again had Obito marveling at how clever his Kakashi was - he used his Kamui to find his way to the roof as rain poured down from above, just as stirring and toiling as the storm brewing within him. Maybe, just maybe, the rain would wash away his sins for once? No, it probably wouldn't. It never did; it only reminded him of the night Rin died. And the lightning, setting the sky alight in a blinding flash reminded him both of Kakashi and the moment Rin choked on her own blood. The memory was etched into his Mangekyo Sharingan forever.
He couldn't go back to Kakashi after this and the rest of his team and family were long dead. He'd just disappear. Yes, that was what he'd do. Anything that happened to the world and the Akatsuki wasn't his problem any more. He'd just be another shadow left by the life of a shinobi.
But just then, the cry of a crow pulled him from his thoughts. He whipped around to look straight at it, his mask in place as he tilted his head to look at it. Was it a spy? He activated his Kamui and shot a single shuriken at it, hitting just below its perch and scaring it off. The bird shrieked loudly into the night, uncaring of the storm and it made the Uchiha scoff.
"Damn bird," he grumbled and sank into the whirls of the Kamui's pull once more.
Obito was in a terribly sour mood once he arrived back at headquarters. He had only come back to finalize things and stall the Akatsuki's plans just enough to give Kakashi a heads-up before they came for his student. But his body was sore, he reeked of Bakashi, and he wanted a bath. All of these things made him feel particularly bitter this evening and the Uchiha hoped he wouldn't have to deal with anything else before he could take a moment to rest. Unfortunately, fate had other plans. Or rather, Zetsu had other plans.
"Ah, Tobi! How was your trip to Konoha?" White Zetsu called cheerfully.
"Did you get any information on the Kyuubi jinchuuriki?" Black Zetsu asked in his growling voice.
"It went well," Obito stated plainly in his 'Madara' voice. "I found out plenty about the brat."
"Oh good," White Zetsu murmured.
"When are we hunting down the bijuu? Pain is growing restless waiting on your decision," Black Zetsu grumbled.
"Yeah…" White Zetsu agreed with him.
"Is that so?" he mused, tapping at his mask over the placement of his chin. "It's hardly a possibility at the moment. We'll have to wait and see what Orochimaru does first and go from there. It'd be difficult to acquire new members once we've begun and the last thing we need is for one of our members to betray us or stall our plans further." That sounded like a good answer. Orochimaru seemed to be plotting to leave every day and Obito didn't particularly like him being involved in their plans, but while he was in the Akatsuki, he could watch over him and track him more easily. It kept the snake from attacking Kakashi or the Akatsuki at least.
The Zetsu grunted in dissatisfaction. "Very well," Black Zetsu grunted with a derisive scoff, "I'll let him know." The creature proceeded to sink through the ground and disappear without a trace.
Obito had to hold a sigh of relief. Now he could head to the bath and get some rest. He didn't have much need for sleep, but he was emotionally drained and he could use the time to silence the thoughts that tugged him in every direction. But a presence arrived behind him. Itachi.
He turned to face the Uchiha. "What is it now?" he asked, using his 'Madara' voice once more.
"I believe we need to talk," the younger man answered vaguely, his Sharingan casting a crimson glow in the dim light of the hideout.
"Is that right? My apologies, but I have other business to attend to at the moment," Obito responded and began to pull himself into the Kamui.
"I believe this will take precedence, Madara," he shot back before narrowing his eyes and activating his Mangekyo Sharingan. "Or should I say Obito Uchiha?"
Obito sucked in a breath before he canceled his Kamui to glare at the other Uchiha. How did he know? The bird. That damned bird! It had to be.
"When and where?" he asked with an air of authority.
"The same place we first crossed paths. Whenever you find it convenient," the younger man answered and burst into a flurry of crows before disappearing into nothingness.
Damn it! He was trapped again, and what's more was that Kakashi was now in danger just like he feared.