Hi everyone, thanks for reading the main story on this fic, but some ideas were still on my mind (mainly preventing me from sleeping) so now we have a few side stories for our idiots in love. Each chapter will have a brief description, so you can check if it interests you or not.

Mature rating for cursing/bad language, mention of drugs, use of drugs, mention of kidnapping, mature themes, explicit sexual content.

Reminder: explicit sexual gay M/M slash scenes in this fic, if it's not your thing, please consider exiting this fic, thank you!

I noticed I started the main story alternating between Kakashi's and Obito's PoV, but towards the end it was only Kakashi's PoV, and I also wanted to show Obito's inner thoughts on their last scene together. This might be a bit repetitive, since the events already happened, but I tried to make it feel like Obito as much as I could. This is Chapter 3 from the original story.


Obito was so fucking relieved when he saw that white mess of hair lingering behind as the crowd exited the bar. Kakashi was reading another cheap paperback, this time with a green cover, and he was starting to suspect it was some of those old erotica novels. Did that mean Kakashi could be a sex freak? God, please let Kakashi be a sex freak. That only worked in Obito's favor.

Fuck, he looked so handsome, white shirt, jeans and leather jacket, geez, he pitied everyone who thought that idols were the pinnacle of hotness, when this hot ass man was walking around, with this offendingly attractive bad boy vibe.

He was still wearing that idiotic mask, that kept Obito from looking at the rest of Kakashi's face. He'd been calling him 'pretty face' based of his eyes alone, which were pretty, in a wolfish kind of way, but he wanted to see what was behind that mask so much, just to confirm that he was indeed a pretty face. Maybe today was his lucky day. He walked towards Kakashi to get the man to stay behind for a bit.

Looking up closely, and with the burning lights above them, his eyelashes casted shadows on his cheeks, as he focused on the page of that green book. They were long and full and... also white? Just like his hair? Obito hadn't notice this before. Does this mean his hair is not dyed? Obito just thought that he was freakishly good in keeping his roots bleached and had some amazing routine for his hair to look so silky. But ok, no need to have a panic attack over the guy's lashes, even if they were beautiful and angelic. Just get your shit together and be your cool normal self.

"You're late." Those lashes fluttered to look up to Obito's face, and his heart fluttered too. Geez, this guy should come with parental advisory for how handsome he was.

"Sorry, I got lost in the path of life." So cute. Seeing him now, looking pure and angelic, Obito almost felt bad for picturing him on his knees giving Obito head under the mask. Almost.

"Did you like the show?"

"Yeah, this band Akatsuki is really great, you should see them." Obito liked the way Kakashi always had a clever come back for everything, Mr. Smartass, but sometimes he made it almost too easy for Obito.

"Maybe I will, come with me darling?" Kakashi looked down and to the side prettily, a hand shooting up to hide his face under the mask even more, this seemed to be shy tic of his. For a moment Obito wondered what Kakashi looked like as a kid or a teen, he was sure he was such a cute, timid child.

"Is the bar closing?" Kakashi tried to change the subject a bit awkwardly, but Obito humored him.

"Yeah, Yahiko will probably close the bar and kitchen, and Konan and Nagato will work as cashiers for the last customers."

"And you?"

"Wouldn't you like to know, pretty face?" Kakashi rolled his eyes as if annoyed, but Obito could see the mirth under it. It seems he was getting used to the "pretty face" pet name, but "darling" still got a nice bashful reaction out of him. "Well, I'll gotta do somethings on the lighting and sound systems and talk to the bouncers, it should take 10, 20 minutes tops... do you..." Fuck this was harder than usual. If Obito wanted to fuck someone he could be very straightforward, but asking Kakashi for his attention was humiliating, even if Obito craved it. "Do you think you could wait a bit?" Fuck why was it so difficult for his mouth to say those words?

"Yes, I was going to say the same thing, are you sure I'm not in the way?"

Oh, thank fuck. "No idiot, of course not."

"Should I have come before the show?" Oh, geez that's why he hated these goody-two-shoes people, with all their politeness and their pointless conversation. "No this works perfectly, just... sit there on that table and look pretty for me, I'll be right back."

"Alright." Obito turned his back on Kakashi with renewed energy for his last chores of the night. Ok, he was gonna be extra productive today.

"Kakuzu, there's a guy with white hair in one of the tables, just leave him there when you start cleaning the floor."

"No, I'm telling him you stood him up and you hate him and said he's ugly." The threat almost sounded childish, if it wasn't for that menacing voice coming out of an ex-convict. That could beat the shit out of Obito.

"Goddamnit Kakuzu, it's just 50 bucks, you wanna win it that bad?"

"He's a sore loser, boss." Kisame just smiles at them. Sometimes Obito wondered if Kisame likes being alive at all, because he sure plays with fire often. This week's fire apparently was a moody cashless Kakazu, the worst sort of Kakuzu.

"Kakuzu, just go and try to act like a normal human being for once. Kisame, everybody's out already? Can you get the bathrooms?"

"Yeah, and yeah, boss. Leave it to me, I'm getting my extra 50 bucks today."

"Oh Kisame, I'm gonna bring my A game tonight, just for you." He patted Kisame's back and went to the tech room. They called it like that, but it was just a table with more cables than table and a laptop.

He started shutting down the system. Uh! Maybe he should put a red light on the dance floor, that will get Kakashi in the mood, right? Some sexy music, he had his own playlists, first "songs to strip to" and then "songs to fuck to". He would totally give Kakashi a private strip shows if he wanted to. Or Kakashi could do it for him, whatever worked. In the end he just closed down everything as usual, despite his great ideas, before going check some stuff on the stage.

"Oi! Deidara, don't leave your shit on the stage!"

"Suck my dick, Obito." Came a reply from behind the curtains and Obito could just picture Deidara flipping him off.

"I fucking hate drummers." He muttered as he collected some cables from the floor.

"I'll get it." Sasori answered him with a sigh, his bass already strapped to his back, crouching to get the trash. Deidara had the bad habit of drinking stuff on stage and dropping the trash behind the drums. Obito hoped that at least his asshole was cleaner than his drums.

Next stop was the kitchen, and should be the easiest, just check if Yahiko was really done, but just his luck, Hidan was there.

"I'm telling you, with this shit you can see god." He was explaining to a girl and a guy as he lifted his head after snorting some powder soap or whatever he was getting hooked on these days.

"And what's he like?" The other guy dived for a row too.

"It's a 'she', babe, and she looks like what taking up two dicks up your asshole feels like."

"Stop it, I bet you never had two dicks inside you!" The too drunk girl giggled.

"Oh, but I do, when it comes to sex I don't discriminate, as long as it's good." And at that the other guy was already grabbing his ass, and thank all that's holy on this Earth Obito barged through the door, or there was going to be a cocaine-fueled threesome in the middle of the kitchen. That breaks a lot, a lot of sanitary rules.

"Hidan, what did I tell you about snorting coke here?"

"You told me I could do it on the floor, on the table, on the bathroom and /or on someone's ass." Hidan was smiling and counting his fingers as he quoted verbatim Obito's orders.

"What it's not that list?"

"Snorting coke on the kitchen, yeah, yeah, we're just leaving." Hidan dismissed Obito with a wave as he held the drunk man's head to the counter as he snorted.

"Hidan, you know we can't serve beer with coke, please just try to use your last brain cell." Obito tried to reason. Surely, even Hidan could see how unsanitary this shit was.

"If it falls out of the counter, we'll snort it, no problem." He shrugged and dismissed Obito, again.

"Oh yeah? What's next? You're gonna shoot up in the kitchen too? Fucking hepatitis blood and heroin spilling everywhere?"

"No, just snorting, unless you guys want some?" He turned to check with the man and the woman if they wanted to shoot some heroin in Obito's kitchen, but they said they we're ok with just coke. Great. Peachy. Aren't they so fucking polite?

"Just fucking do that shit and get the fuck out already, Jesus fucking Christ I work with a bunch of teenagers, can't respect one fucking rule. Goddamn fucking hell shit! I hate fucking junkies!" He kicked Hidan several times, then, for good measure, he kicked the guy and the girl too during his long string of curse words and stormed off. It was enough to get his anger out of his system, and he wasn't gonna let Hidan, out of all disgusting crawling animals in this place, ruin his night with Kakashi.

"Your boss needs an anger management seminar or something." The girl rubbed the places Obito's heavy boots had landed on her after he got out of the kitchen.

"He's getting laid tonight and we're cock blocking him." Hidan laughed despite the blood coming out of a busted lip. He was used to Obito's beatings by now. "C'mon guys, just two more rows and I can show you what else I got back home. You'll go fucking apeshit! You're gonna see even Lord Jashin!"

Obito went to the dressing room and closed the door. He exhaled very slowly. Focused on Kakashi. The literal god of hotness is waiting for him just outside. Obito checked the mirror and wiped some blurred make up from his face. Fuck, he hoped he didn't look too shabby for Kakashi. He needed to be sharp. He checked his breath, he checked his sweat, even his dick, got everything in order, grabbed two beers in each hand and headed to the main floor where, thankfully, everybody seemed to be out by now. Thank fucking god, if Obito had to deal with one more moron before being with Kakashi, he might have committed mass murder in front of a cop. Which was far from ideal as far as mass murders go.

"Ok, I dismissed the band and the bouncers, now we can finally be alone." He meant to say the last part only in his head, but it escaped through his mouth before he noticed, and he cursed himself. How could he look cool and suave if Kakashi had him wrapped around his little finger? The worst part is that he didn't even mind it if that's what Kakashi wants.

"I'm happy you could make some time to talk a bit."

"Relax idiot, I asked you to come, so how was the operation?" Obito opened the beers trying to change the subject to something less touchy feely.

"Everything worked out well. Since we got detailed intel on the base and Orochimaru's manpower, it was very easy to avoid casualties, on both sides."

"And you got out ok too, right?" That was obvious, since Kakshi was standing here, but Obito just couldn't help but to worry. When he wasn't stressing over the fact that Kakashi wouldn't come because he saw Obito just as a contact to be discarded, a less rational and more paranoid part of his brain was telling him that maybe Kakashi died, or something went terribly wrong during the raid.

"Yes, obviously. I didn't even get that close to action, I just go in after everything is secured. I used to, but not anymore."

"That's a relief."

"Why? Were you worried about me?"

"Of course, princess." He tried to placate some of his real emotions with sarcasm. It only worked partially and Kakashi snorted at the new pet name. "Orochimaru doesn't know how to play. He's done some nasty stuff before, this whole mission of yours could have blown at your face."

"Then it's a good thing you told me all about him."

"Idiot, didn't you hear me? The fucker has absolutely no limits."

"I'll let Minato-san and the prosecutors deal with him now, my job's done, the kid is back safe and sound."

"You said the girl was the daughter of one of the strippers?" Obito scoffed. "Still sounds far from a happy ending to me."

"I agree 100%. So I did some research on the mother's family, and it seems she has a father and a sister that own a ramen shop. They too were worried sick about the child, the aunt even helped in the search parties in the beginning. I talked to them, told them it was my job to call social services when I see any chance of neglect, and it might be the case for her niece, and they decided to take full custody of her. There's still some paperwork to go through, but things are looking brighter. What?"

Obito noticed he was staring at Kakashi. He was... so good. A real good person. He became a cop to help people, he... got out of his way to... make sure this girl he's never seen in his life not only got back alive, but got a better family and... fuck, the world was just too horrible for people like him to exist. He crossed Orochimaru, stepped on everybody's toes on the police department, made a whole fucking mess... most people Obito knew on the police would have declared the girl dead after discovering where she was being held. What's wrong with this guy? What kind of self-sacrificing idiot was he? The angelic and god-like appearance was starting to get too literal.

"God, just... you're still so optimistic about all this shit. I guess it's a requirement for becoming a cop."

"Unfortunately, no."

"It's not a requirement or you're not optimistic?"

"Both."

"Yeah, right." Obito didn't buy that. He was a cop, Kakashi new what the world was made of, he knew there was no saving this hellhole. And he wasn't naive, so why? Just... Obito had to shake his head at the enigma. He just had to accept that the man he'd been pining and thirsting for the last days was a beautiful person in and out, with a beautiful soul too, it seems.

He raised his beer to Kakashi. "We should celebrate, then. It's not every day we rebuild my cocaine empire, to my success!" Not every day that he meets someone so, so... just so much. That makes Obito feels so much, fills his head completely.

"Asshole." Obito felt a light kick on the shin coupled with the name calling that was almost becoming a pet name by now. He brought his knee up to hold it and scowled at Kakashi with false hurt.

"Ouch, ok, ok, to you then." He pouted, but Kakashi just rolled his eyes with a smile.

"It's not me, idiot. To us." Kakashi finally raised his beer too, and despite lifting a questioning eyebrow, Obito clinked their bottles.

"Kampai."

"Kampai. Thanks for helping me to save that girl." Argh, Obito hated this, when Kakashi really meant the stuff he said. He threaded much better on the fields of sarcasm, clever comebacks, double meanings... this? How does one respond to this gorgeous genuine smile? (Even if couldn't see the whole smile, just his eyes…oh god.)

"Oh, c'mon, it was nothing."

"It was what made her rescue possible, and you didn't have to do it, I know you're not exactly a fan of police work."

"I owed uncle Minato, that's all."

"Will you shut up and let me thank you?"

"Please, if the good guys thank me, I'll have to retire my bad guy black hat. And I look much better in black." There you go, back to the playfulness, the easy talk, the mutual teasing. Here Obito could be cynical and dismissive of how his heart had not beaten normally since the moment he laid eyes on Kakashi. He could stay safe from expectations, his and other's. He could look at the pretty blush creeping out of the mask and tell himself that his stomach is doing summersaults because he wants to fuck the guy not because he was in lo-

"Why only you seem to have cold beer in this god forsaken place?" Kakashi helpfully cut his dangerous train of thought. And with a topic that Obito loved to complain about.

"I like my beer almost freezing, but Konan, Yahiko and Nagato are from the Tohoku area, they drink beer at fucking room temperature up there."

"God, what a horrible way to live."

"Yeah, I have to get all the beers from my tab and put them on this lame ass mini fridge in the dressing room, if I want them cold."

"What an ordeal." Kakashi rolled his eyes again and snorted. Obito kinda wanted to see Kakashi's eyes rolling up for other reasons. He tried to guess how strongly he would have to fuck his brains out for Kakashi to be completely out of it.

"You have to save me mister handsome cop, I'm being humiliated by my employers." Obito moved the back of his hands to his eyes in false dismay at his warm beer predicament, getting a laugh out of Kakashi.

"So, where are you from anyway?" Kakashi was tugging at the bottle's label when he asked, looking a bit nervous. Oh. Is this the game he wanted to play now? Getting to know each other? This was very, very far from the safe zone that Obito usually threaded. All those fears came back to his head. What if he's just a cop interested in maintaining a helpful contact? What if he just came here out of some weird moral obligation Kakashi created in his head? What if he did want to fuck, but then.. after... he didn't...

"Oh, you know... here and there..." Kakashi winced a bit at the blatantly evasive answer, but not much, he held it in time and would have gone unnoticed if Obito hadn't been obsessively watching the guy since they met three nights ago.

"I was going to guess maybe you were from the south, if you like your beer cold."

"Are you trying to detectivize me?"

"No, just trying to get to know you better. And that's not even a word!" Kakashi sounded a bit sad, Obito was starting to feel bad about it. It really seemed that he was genuinely interested in Obito, but he couldn't help it, he wasn't built for trusting relationships and meaningful conversations. Suddenly this whole involvement with Kakashi seemed like a complete hallucination. God in which impossible scenario was this ever gonna work?

"Are you sure you wanna know me, pretty face?"

"I really do." Oh god, Kakashi's dejected puppy face is too powerful. Obito sighed, he was really gonna do it, he was gonna tell Kakashi a fact about himslef. Most people who knew where Obito was from were dead at this point, this whole situation was absurd! Then, he got an idea. He couldn't help the mischievous smile that grew on his face.

"Alright, I'll give you three shots to guess where I'm from. If you strike out, you take off your mask." Now they were even. "No need to get defensive about it doll, I bet there's nothing under there that's worse than what I already have in my face." He tried to add afterwards since Kakashi seemed a bit nervous. And he was right, half of Obito's face was a complete mess of scars, and he hated them, it brought back bad memories, and looked ugly and… he just hated them. The ones on his arm… he kinda learned how to like them after the tattoo. But still. Whatever terrible skin condition Kakashi was hiding under that, Obito had seen worse.

"It's not like that, I'm just..." It seemed like Kakashi couldn't find the words to explain himself to Obito, and he looked kinda cute squirming like that.

"What? You wanna know me, but don't want me to know you? That's a bit unfair, isn't it?"

It was a well-established fact by now that Obito had lost a lot of reason and common sense since meeting Kakashi, that's why he found his hand cupping the other man's face. What was that about? Yeah, Obito wanted to touch him, but more than that he wanted to see where this was going. Were they gonna be able to shed their masks, literal and metaphorically, and be vulnerable with each other? He didn't want Kakashi to fear that process. He wanted to know all of Kakashi.

His brain finally caught up to his body and he lowered his hand and grabbed the beer to try to hide his awkwardness.

"So, wanna bet?"

Kakashi nodded. "Alright let's try this."

"And what's your first guess Ka-ka-shi?" Obito liked saying his name. Even if he did like to give Kakashi a lot of pet names.

Kakashi thought a bit and Obito almost drowned when a laughter escaped him while he was drinking his beer. "Okinawa?"

"Holy hell, you fucking suck at this!"

"Oh, give me a break, you don't have any accent for me to go on, it's hard, ok?" Kakashi looked like a kid as he frowned and crossed his arms.

"Because I've lived in Tokyo for a fucking long time that's why, but geez, Okinawa? Why? Just... why?" Obito couldn't stop laughing. It was so farfetched. He tried to imagine himself with a Hawaiian shirt and just laughed more.

"It's your tan... your freckles... it seemed like you were in the sun a lot." Won't you look at that, Kakashi was looking at his freckles? Obito was a bit proud of himself but a bit self-conscious at the same time.

"Oh, darling, you and your supermodel white skin tried to detective your way out of this one? Didn't work."

"I know, stop laughing." He was still pouting. So fucking cute. He wanted to pinch Kakashi's cheeks.

"Alright, try to go up on the map then."

"Fukuoka?"

"Thank fuck, I'm not from there, fucking horrible city. But you're getting warmer, c'mon, last chance."

Obito looked at him intently as he seemed to ponder a bit. Then Kakashi opened this pretty smile, not a knowing smile, more like a resigned smile, like he knew he was gonna miss this guess too.

"Osaka?"

"Oh no, babe, so close, I'm from Kyoto, you almost got it!"

"That's pretty close." Kakashi shrugged.

"But not enough, take your mask off, let me see what dirty little secret is under it."

Kakashi sighed a bit, but still had this boyish mirth in his eyes. He took off the mask and put it on the table, and Obito blue screened for a minute. There was no scar, no skin condition, not even ugly teeth. It was a fucking super model's face. Kakashi must be lying to him saying stuff like he worked on the police, surely he worked for Channel or Prada or something. His face was pretty, his jaw line was sharp, his lips were thin, his nose to, a beauty mark on his chin.

"Damn Kakashi, you should have told me I was calling by the wrong name."

"What?" Kakashi asked, his eyebrows knitting together and somehow it was strange to see his full expressions and not have to guess by only his eyes.

"It's not pretty face, it's beautiful face, or gorgeous face, something like that, I don't even fucking know..."

"Oh god you're such an ass kisser, it's a normal face." Kakashi blushed and finally Obito could see all of it, it spread from his ears to his neck, it was so angelic and wonderful. Then Kakashi smiled and tried to hide it with a beer, but holy crap. He had this charming, crooked smile, some misaligned teeth, just a bit, these big canines that made him wonder if Kakashi could bite him hard enough to make him bleed, and he was suddenly very horny with this newfound blood kink. And to top it all off, he had a dimple! Just one, one the left side, honest to god, it was insanely cute.

"I'm kinda happy you use a mask, I don't want other people seeing you like this." Apparently Kakashi's face also had the power to make Obito go dumb and spill jealous nonsense for no reason. Why was he jealous? Kakashi wasn't even his… boyfr- "Anyway, you do you, each person prefers to dress some way. I told you already I'm from Kyoto, right? You strike out then."

"Yes, you told me. When did you move to Tokyo?"

This was bad, the way his lips moved look so pretty, when could Obito get a taste of that? It was hard focusing on anything else but Kakashi right now. He considered asking him to put the mask back again, it was too distracting. "I moved when I was around twelve, came to live with an uncle."

"Oh, that's when you met Minato-san?" Again, with the personal questions, that finally kicked Obito out of this trance-like state of adoration for the beautiful god in front of him.

"What is this an interrogation? No use trying to distract me with that pretty face of yours." Obito barked a laugh at Kakashi. If he continued with these sweet questions and earnest smiles, he might end up sending mixed signals to Obito. Signals saying that he wanted more than just a good criminal contact, more than a quick fuck, and Obito wasn't ready to get his hopes up only to be let down.

"Please, I'm just making conversation." Obito had to bark another laugh at him.

"You're a cop, you're never just making conversation."

"You distrust cops that much?" Kakashi put his elbows on the table, a suspicious smile on his face.

"I hate most cops, you, uncle Minato and a few others are the exception."

"Oh, I'm flattered you don't put me together with the other, how did you call it? Pigs?" Obito mused internally how he at the same time he loved and hated that Kakashi was a cop.

An idea came to him. "Do you wanna see how much I don't like cops?" He got to his feet and lift his shirt, showing his ACAB tattoo to Kakashi. He wanted to taunt the other man. How far was he willing to go on their little game?

"All Cops Are Bastards?" Kakashi asked monotone.

"Yeah, I got it when I was in jail for petty theft, and the cops down there beat the shit out of us. If you fought back, you were thrown in solitary." He explained to Kakashi why cops were really bastards. Kakashi didn't look up once, too entertained with looking at Obito's half naked body. He was proud to have this effect on him, and he wanted more of that lustful gaze on those glazed eyes. "So yeah, Kakashi, you can't blame me for not liking the police."

He pulled his shirt down again and that seemed to break the spell Kakashi was under. The white-haired man relaxed into the chair again and muttered an "understandable" in a low voice. Obito hoped he hadn't gone to hard at it. He didn't want Kakashi to think Obito hated him or antagonized him for being a cop. Quite the contrary. Jesus fuck, now he was caring for other people's feelings. He tried to change the subject, but the only thing he came up with was fucking talking about the weather.

"Aren't you hot? I'm getting a fever just from seeing you on that leather jacket." Kakashi didn't even nod or answer, he just started stripping his leather jacket off. Damn, Obito hadn't seen those muscles on his arms before. He was wearing just a tank top today, before he'd been wearing looser clothes, or jackets, but now Obito could see the creamy white skin pulled over lean muscles, delicate bones poking out on his collarbone and on his shoulders, and a red tattoo on his left biceps. Obito felt his throat dry and his mouth water.

"I didn't know you were inked too. What's this?" Obito pointed to his arm where the tattoo was.

"It's a tattoo from my squad, from when I was serving."

"Hum... ride or die buddies?" Obito thought army tattoos were kinda tacky, but he always liked a tattoo with a good story behind it.

"Yeah, some still work with me, in other departments though. Some are not around anymore…" Oh, it was not a good story behind the tattoo , it was a sad one. No need to go into that now, but it did pique Obito's curiosity.

"Was it the army?" He tried changing gears, he didn't want to see such a beautiful, angelic face stricken with sadness.

"No, especial operations ANBU." Kakashi smiled politely and Obito noticed, now without the mask, how it didn't reach his eyes despite being a beautiful smile. God, Obito doesn't even wanna know what kind of shit Kakashi has been through.

"Oh fuck, I do love me a man in a uniform, are you doing this on purpose, Kakashi?" Obito sighed dramatically and clasped his hands together as if he was a fangirl and that had the desired effect of making Kakashi chuckle and roll his eyes. Obito liked him better this way. Serious expressions didn't look as good as happy ones on his face.

"Are you under the impression I want to incite you?" Kakashi joined the little joke with Obito.

"It sure looks like it."

"What about you?" Fuck, Obito felt his stomach drop, Kakashi's voice was so low and sexy now, he didn't know he could talk like that.

"What about me?" Obito's own voice became deeper and coated with desire in reaction to Kakashi's tone.

"Are you trying to seduce me?"

"Been trying since I first saw you." The honest answer came out of Obito's mouth before he even thought about it. Kakashi was playing with fire. Was he thinking Obito wouldn't do it? Wouldn't grab him and fuck him on the floor? Well, he was wrong. His rational mind was holding on by a very, very thin thread.

As Obito's luck would have it, their moment was broken by someone's steps entering the main floor.

"Obito? What are you still doing here?" Nagato almost never appeared to talk to people, always on the backstage of the bar and whatever else they were up to. Hell, somedays Obito didn't even see the guy, and he just had to walk in on him and Kakashi right on the best moment of the night. Where were him when they were discussing his disgustingly warm beer?

"Oh, hey Nagato, we're just having a drink." Obito's anger sobered him up from his previous exchange with Kakashi. It was all ruined now anyway.

"Is this the cop Konan told me about?" Nagato nodded to Kakashi.

"Yes, pleased to meet you, Hatake Kakashi."

"Uzumaki Nagato." They greeted each other. "We're done on the cashiers and Yahiko told me he closed the bar already, and you?"

"The band is gone already, I've sent Kisame and Kakuzu home too." Obito dutifully answered his boss, trying to make him go away already.

"Alright, then I guess we're done."

"Yeah, Kakashi and I just have to talk some details from the operation and then we'll leave." Hopefully Nagato would take the hint and piss off, but from the long look he gave Obito and then Kakashi, he didn't take any hint at all.

"The other guys know you're a cop?" Obito almost groaned in impatience. This was his moment with his Kakashi, why were people trying to talk to them?

"I only told Obito, and he only told you guys, since you're the owners."

"Yeah, we don't mind the police, as long as is for the right reason, but the other guys get a bit... jumpy, around cops."

"I've seen the Fuck da Police on the drum kit, don't worry, I'll be careful." Of course Kakashi would be the polite one to make chit chat, while him and Obito had very pressing matters to attend to. Namely his dick.

"Ah, Kakashi-san, we're not worried about you, just don't arrest Sasori or Deidara please, bassists and drummers are always hard to hire."

"I'll keep it in mind, thank you, Nagato-san."

"Alright, I'm gonna go then. Obito, don't do anything that would make Konan mad." Nagato looked directly in Obito's eyes to make sure he got the message. He probably had already guessed that Obito was into Kakashi, and was trying to tell Obito to go look for a motel or do it a dirty alley or whatever, just not the dressing room.

"I would never." Obito put a hand on his chest in dismay with the accusation.

"Yes, you would, and let me tell you that I'm not getting between you two."

"Oh, Nagato, I thought we were friends."

"Yes, but Konan is my girlfriend."

"Fair enough." Obito chuckled. Yeah, if Konan was his girlfriend Obito wouldn't wanna cross her either. Good thing she was just his boss.

"Just... don't do anything I wouldn't." Well, that would amount to absolutely nothing, because Nagato was a fucking nerd.

"But you never do anything, Nagato!" He didn't seem to hear, but at least he was gone now. Obito could now focus on his pretty thing in front of him.

"I'm guessing you do a lot of things Konan doesn't approve?" Kakashi removed the mask again, making Obito's heart flutter at the sight.

"Nah, it's just this small issue, tiny detail, very insignificant really, of fucking in the dressing room." Obito shrugged as if they were discussing the weather, and beer almost came out of Kakashi's nose.

"As in having sex in the dressing room?" Kakashi was such a prude for someone who read erotica in public.

"Damn, there you go being a cop and taking the fun out of everything, at least call it something like 'making love' or 'horizontal tango' or whatever." That expression got a loud laughter out of Kakashi, shaking his shoulders all around, he looked beautiful.

"I think I understand Konan not liking people fucking in her bar."

"She's a fucking hypocrite, she's fucked Yahiko and Nagato in every centimeter of this bar, but when I wanna blow off some steam in the dressing room, it's 'inappropriate' and 'unprofessional'." Obito added the air quotes because those were the exact words used by Konan.

"Are you sure that was the only thing you wanted to blow?" Oh… not such a prude after all. Obito leaned in, his voice getting deeper again at the lust in Kakashi's eyes.

"I didn't know you were so cheeky, doll."

"You don't know a lot of things about me."

"I'd sure like to change that."

"You're welcome to try."

Those last words echoed in Obito's mind repeatedly. That was an invitation, Kakashi wanted this. Fuck, Obito wanted this so fucking much. He didn't even register in his brain when he cut the distance between them and started kissing Kakashi.