Kakashi was nervous to come back here. Before, he had reason, a good one. Now, he didn't have not even a flimsy excuse. Just one promise. "Come back to me. I'll wait for you tomorrow." His legs turned to jelly when he heard those words, during the 20 minutes of commuting the only thing that kept him stand was sheer will.

Once he got to the station, adrenaline changed his focus, and he was completely committed to saving that girl's life. There was the relief of finding her, then the hard work of wrapping things up, reporters wanting to interview him (even if he had declined them), checking on the family, then paperwork (worst part of being a detective really). Until he was finally home, middle of night, all duties completed, completely exhausted but his mind was only Obito all over again. That lustful face, those words…

Fuck. Obito already knew. That Kakashi was his and there was no denying. Not when he was on the train to get to the shabbiest part of town to go back to a shitty bar with warm beer and terrible customer service to see one certain amateur vocalist. That was at the same time exhilarating and mortifying.

He wished he had at least Obito's number to quench this anxiety. He would have texted him, maybe called, confirmed that the operation was a success and that Kakashi was coming back to him. But the guy didn't have a number, he was a fucking ghost, that's why Minato sent Kakshi to meet him in this place. It made sense for criminals to have very private phones, that a few selected people knew of.

Oh fuck. Look at him. Excited to meet a former drug dealer to do god knows what. That, plus wearing this bad boy leather jacket and he was not feeling very police-y today. It seems he was starting to get a thing for the dark side.

He took a deep breath and opened the door, being welcomed by a big step in volume of noise, the band already on stage, and Obito as a glorious force of nature singing as if Kakashi was a sailor he wanted to drown. Kakashi moved through the crowd with ease, and when a new song started and the lighting changed for something brighter, Obito's eyes found him, as Kakashi's own eyes never left Obito's for one second since entering the bar. Still singing the lyrics, Obito opened a wide boyish grin, that made him look absolutely precious, and Kakashi felt his head get a bit dizzy at the knowledge that he was the reason behind that smile. At least he really, really, really hoped he was.


Obito was nervous for getting on stage tonight. He's seen on the news that the kid was safely returned to her mother, so he was happy their main objective was accomplished. The operation must have been a success, and the reporters got interviews with everybody except Kakashi, he really was a shy guy. Cute. Such a high-profile case could easily boost his career and he didn't give one single interview. Anyone else would have jumped at the opportunity.

A paranoid part of Obito was whispering that he could have got hurt during their invasion on Orochimaru's base, but he shut it down, he didn't even want to entertain that possibility. No. Kakashi was fine, he was just camera shy.

On the other hand, now that the mission was out of the way, there was no real reason for him to come back to this hell hole. Obito was particularly afraid that he could even return to talk to him just to ask for his help in another case, to keep his contact for a rainy day, or that saying he needed a mole somewhere. And all that flirting and longing gazes and lingering touches would mean nothing. That would be fucking great. And since Obito's love life was completely devoid of any luck whatsoever, it did sound like the type of irony karma would throw his way. He got a crush on a cop? Now deal with the consequences. God he fucking hated the police, why did Kakashi have to be one of them?

When the show started and Obito couldn't see that characteristic white hair anywhere, his nerves became lead on his stomach. Of course, he wouldn't come. Why would he? Because Obito told him to come back to him? That he would be waiting? Shit, what a fucking humiliation. Why did he go and said those lame ass things to him? Was he possessed by an evil Valentine's Day spirit? Fuck. What kind of promise was that? What a sucker Obito became, over one pretty smile, this was ridiculous.

Obito self-doubt and foul mood would linger until he noticed a head of silky white hair and crossed his eyes with Kakashi. Relief flooded him, the lead in his stomach melted away, and he smiled. Thank fuck. At least he came. Those beautiful gray eyes partially covered by white bangs were fixed on him. He would sing and dance and move through the stage, but whenever he looked back, those eyes were always there, looking up to him, like Obito was some kind of pagan god dancing around the fire for Kakashi's sake. Crap, he never wanted a gig to end faster in his life.


After the gig, Obito disappeared behind stage and the lights were turned on, most people already heading for the exit. Kakashi took his book out of his pocket and started reading it. At least he tried. He was going to wait for Obito to finish off his chores in the bar before talking to him, since he'd prefer if they could talk in a more private way. Ok, he was hoping that maybe they could make out a bit and exchange numbers today, so that they don't have to part ways and never see each other again. Only thinking about that made Kakashi's stomach churn in an agonizing way, and his fight or flight response demanded him to go after Obito no matter what. So yes, if he could drink with him a bit, talk, and get his number, it would already be amazing and appease his addiction to Obito.

"You're late." A deep voice came from over the edge of the book, and he didn't have to look to know who it belonged to.

"Sorry, I got lost in the path of life." Kakashi let his happiness bleed through a smile, and through his almost closed eyes he saw Obito's fond smirk.

"Did you like the show?"

"Yes, this band Akatsuki is great, you should come see them play one of these days."

"Maybe I will, will you come with me darling?"

"Well, of course." Kakashi stammered out, damn, he couldn't give not even one single chance to Obito, he always had a clever answer and a new way to make Kakashi feel like an embarrassed teenager in front of their crush (which, to be fair, was half true).

Each time Obito came up with a new nickname for him Kakashi melted. He felt like he should be angry at the other for the objectification or whatever, but he couldn't find it in himself to. He wanted this, he wanted to be Obito's "babe" and "darling" and "pretty thing", fuck, when was the last time Kakashi ever wanted something so much?

"Is the bar closing down now?" Kakashi asked as the lights were now fully lit, and the place had already emptied considerably.

"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? 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... do you think you could wait a bit?" Obito looked actually nervous while asking him that. Kakashi wanted to kiss the lights out of him right now, fuck.

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

"No idiot, of course not."

"Should I have come before the show?"

"No this works perfectly, just... sit there on that table and look pretty for me, I'll be right back." Obito put his hand on Kakashi's shoulder and directed him to one of tables on the main dance floor.

"Alright." Kakashi agreed easily and took a sit on the table.

A big guy with long hair and scars all over was already sweeping the floor, cleaned all the spilled beer that made your shoes stick to it. He nodded to Kakashi and told him to raise his feet, and for the rest of the tables he put the chairs up. Kakashi tried to read some Icha-Icha but the giddy feeling in his chest was making him feel bubbly and he couldn't focus at all, that was so unlike him. The lights went out for half the place after a few more minutes and it was better like this, no more that harsh bright light on every corner. Fewer and fewer people were crossing the floor, most saying their goodnights, and the bar started becoming quieter, though some screams could be heard coming from the kitchen. Not that Kakashi was going to investigate, he wasn't on duty tonight. True to his word, Obito showed up after 15 minutes holding four cold beers in his hand.

"Ok, I dismissed the band and the bouncers, now we can finally be alone."

"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 cracked open two beers, one for him and one for Kakashi.

"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?" Obito's eyes moved around Kakashi's figure as if trying to see any injures that he was hiding.

"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." Some of his colleagues miss the excitement of the operations, the rush of adrenaline, sometimes Kakashi did too. But these days he was sleeping much better with less blood on his hands.

"That's a relief." Obito sighed.

"Why? Were you worried about me?" He asked Obito teasingly.

"Of course, princess." Kakashi had to snort 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 back at your face."

"Then it's a good thing you told me all about him." And Kakashi meant it. Finding the right contact and opening was important, but Obito had exceeded his expectations as a contact.

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

Kakashi waved his concern away, even if he did have a good reason to be concerned. "I'll let Minato-san and the prosecutors deal with him, 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."

Kakashi smiled at Obito knowingly. "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 her, 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." He concluded crossing his arms. He was proud of this mission, he even helped the girl out of a tough situation at home. Obito was just staring at him, his mouth gaping. "There's still some paperwork to go through, but things are looking brighter. What?"

Obito finally snapped out of his glaring and shrugged his shoulders. "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." Kakashi snorted. He considered himself one of the good guys, but going as far as saying he was optimistic? That's a bit much.

"Yeah, right." Obito snort and raised his beer to Kakashi in cheers. "We should celebrate, then. It's not every day we rebuild my cocaine empire, to my success!"

"Asshole." Kakashi snorts and lightly kick Obito's shin under the table.

"Ouch, ok, ok, to you then." This just prompted Kakashi to roll his eyes at Obito.

"Not to 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."

"Oh, c'mon, it was nothing." Obito looked shy and Kakashi had discovered a new kink.

"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." He continued to explain and Obito was becoming redder, avoiding his eyes. So cute. He loved teasing Obito.

"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." Kakashi bet he would look glorious in whatever Obito tried to wear, but instead of saying it out loud he gulped at his beer under the mask to vanquish his thirst. Ok time to change gears before his mind ended up in the gutter.

"Why only you seem to have cold beer in this god forsaken place?"

"I like my beer almost freezing, but Konan, Yahiko and Nagato are from the Tohoku area, they drink beer at fucking room temperature there." Obito explained and Kakashi was shocked that this was a choice and not just bad service.

"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 said half-truth half sarcasm because Obito made it sound more horrible than it looked like.

"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 and Kakashi just laughed at him, trying to avoid the Handsome Cop comment to go straight to his head, or to the butterflies in his stomach.

"So, where are you from anyway?" Kakashi risked a personal question just to be shot down almost immediately.

"Oh, you know... here and there..."

"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 wanted to sound teasing, but he just sounded really shy, especially peeling and the bottle's label. God, he was trying to get to know Obito, advance their situationship or whatever this was. He knew his heart wouldn't survive if this turned out to be only a one-night stand.

"Are you sure you want to know me, pretty face?" Obito asked in a cynical tone.

"I really do." Kakashi intended to say in a joking tone, but it came out completely earnest and genuine, and Kakashi wanted to put his head through the table for letting his real feelings show through so easily.

Obito stared him down for a long moment before a wolfish grin split his face. "Alright, I'll give you three shots to guess where I'm from. If you strike out, you take off your mask."

Kakashi's hand immediately shot up to bring the mask closer to his face, pulling it up his nose.

"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 said pointing to his scars in a self-deprecating tone that Kakashi hated. He wanted to yell at Obito, that no, his scars were eerily beautiful, and added so much to his charm and he loved them, he loved...

"It's not like that, I'm just..." He trailed off and didn't know what to say. People rarely understood or accepted his mask thing. They sometimes got more obsessed with it than Kakashi himself.

"What? You wanna know me, but don't want me to know you? That's a bit unfair, isn't it?" Obito stretched out his hand to cup Kakashi's face over his mask, and Kakashi froze wondering if he was just going to grab it and tore it off his face, but he didn't. After a heartbeat, he removed his hand and took a swing at his beer again.

"So, wanna bet?" And just like that, this intimate moment was gone. Kakashi even wondered if he had imagined it.

Kakashi pondered a bit but nodded his head. "Alright let's try this."

"And what's your first guess Ka-ka-shi?"

"Okinawa?" He tried after a bit consideration, but Obito almost spilled all his beer with his laughter.

"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?" He crossed his arms, defensive. He was a detective for fuck's sake, he had an image to uphold.

"Because I've lived in Tokyo for a fucking long time that's why, but geez, Okinawa? Why? Just... why?"

"It's your tan... your freckles... it seemed like you were in the sun a lot." Kakashi really hoped he didn't look as lame as he was feeling. Talking about the guy's freckles? That's fucking mortifying. What's next? Say he's falling in love with Obito?

"Oh, darling, you and your supermodel white skin tried to detective your way out of this one? Didn't work." At least Obito was having a good time. Kakashi wasn't going to get mad at him laughing at his expanse because Obito had a great laughter. And a beautiful smile. Still.

"I know, stop laughing."

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

"Fukuoka?" He guessed whatever first came to his mind.

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

Kakashi looked at that warm smile, and decided he didn't care that Obito saw his face, he wanted to show it to him. He didn't think too much about his next guess, hell, he almost said Obito was from Bali or whatever just to strike out and hear him bark that amazing laugh again.

"Osaka?"

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

"That's pretty close." Kakashi shrugged in defeat, but wasn't sad about it.

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

Kakashi knew the effect his mask had on people, everybody was itching to know what's under it. Naruto always thought of the most outrageous plans with his friends to take it off every time, so he could tell that Obito was also curious. Probably in a very horny way, if the amount of flirtation he was sending Kakashi's way was anything to go by. He took it off and let it rest on the table, his eyes cast down in a bit of embarrassment until he heard Obito let out a whistle.

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

"What?" Kakashi cocked his head to the side confused at his comment.

"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 grabbed his beer and rose it to his lips trying to hide the blush he could feel warming his face at Obito's slack jaw and over the top compliments. He knew Obito was exaggerating to get in his pants, but he was human, he wasn't above falling for this kind of flattery.

"I'm kinda happy you use a mask, I don't wanna other people seeing you like this." Obito looked dazed for a moment looking intently at Kakashi's lips, probably the little dot on his chin. After a while he caught himself and covered his gaping mouth with his hand and cleared his throat a bit too hard. "Anyway, you do you, each person prefers to dress their own way. I told you already I'm from Kyoto, right? You strike out then."

"Yes, you told me." Kakashi rested his chin on his hand and elbow on the table and smiled fondly at Obito, seeing him fumble around all embarrassed was new and he liked it, especially the blush on his cheeks. "When did you move to Tokyo?"

Obito was staring again, and though Kakashi was feeling a bit on the spot, he didn't mind if it was just Obito. He wanted this, to show him. Obito cleared his throat yet again to answer him. "I moved when I was around twelve, came to live with an uncle."

"Oh, that's when you met Minato-san?" He tried asking a bit more, but Obito was a really closed off person.

"What is this an interrogation? No use trying to distract me with that pretty face of yours."

"Please, I'm just making conversation." Kakashi scoffed, no wanting to admit that he did want to flood Obito with questions. He was curious about his crush.

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

"You distrust cops that much?"

"I hate most cops, you, uncle Minato and a few others are the exception." He crossed his arms with finality, like nothing Kakashi said could change his mind.

"Oh, I'm flattered you don't put me together with the other, how did you call it? Pigs?" Kakashi rose one eyebrow, at the name.

"Do you wanna see how much I don't like cops?" Obito rose to his feet and raised his torn shirt until he showed his pecs and pointed to a small tattoo around his left ribs, and sure enough, between a cacophony of tattoos, some pretty, some ugly, some new, some old, was what looked like a handwritten ACAB.

"All Cops Are Bastards?" He read.

Obito answered something. He knew it, he just had no idea what it was. His chest and belly were still exposed to Kakashi, and his eyes roamed around trying to commit every little detail to memory. Obito was ripped. His chest was big, the muscles over his ribs were well defined, as well as his abs. Close to his sternum his abs were kind of crooked, asymmetrical, it was kind of cute, in a horny way, which was the prevalent feeling in his brain right now. His skin had this beautiful, tanned color and the tattoos were sexy, but he already knew all this. What hit him like a train and made his dick twitch half hard on his pants were the piercings on Obito's nipples, two little balls on each side of his nipples, and Kakashi's mouth watered like somebody just put a huge plate of favorite food in front of him. He doesn't know how long he stared, probably an impolite amount of time.

"So yeah, Kakashi, you can't blame me for not liking the police." Obito must've told him some story or anecdote, but he missed it completely.

"Understandable." He muttered as he slouched back on his chair and drank a little to curb his enthusiasm. Thank god Obito pushed the shirt down again and sat, or he'd have to clean Kakashi's drool off their table.

"Aren't you hot? I'm getting a fever just from seeing you on that leather jacket." Obito asked opening a second beer, his eyes didn't have that twinkle in them from when he was flirting, this must have been an innocent comment, and frankly? Kakashi was hot, because Obito was too fucking hot for him to handle. He removed his jacket without thinking much and put it on the chair beside them. He felt Obito's eyes following each movement of his, before falling into his left arm.

"I didn't know you were inked too. What's this?" Kakashi was wearing a tank top today, that's why Obito could see the red tattoo.

"It's a tattoo from my squad, from when I was serving." That tattoo was the only one in his body. Kakashi thought tattoos were cool but he never believer he could pull it off.

"Hum... ride or die buddies?" Obito must have seen his fair share of army tattoos, this was something like that.

"Yeah, some still work with me, in other departments though. Some are not around anymore…" One of the reasons he didn't like that tattoo too much. Bad memories attached to it.

"Was it the army?"

"No, especial operations ANBU."

"Oh fuck, I do love me a man in a uniform, are you doing this on purpose, Kakashi?" Kakashi rolled his eyes at Obito's exaggerated squirming, knowing very well he probably didn't like any men in uniform, especially a police uniform. He kind of hoped Obito liked Kakashi, uniform or not.

"Are you under the impression I want to incite you?" Kakashi raised his hands in pretend offense.

"It sure looks like it."

"What about you?" Kakashi lowered his voice and looked intently at Obito.

"What about me?" Obito lowered his voice too at the same time, feeling the change in Kakashi's voice. Fuck, what a delicious voice, it made Kakashi want to fuck Obito on the table.

"Are you trying to seduce me?"

"Been trying since I first saw you." There was a charged moment when they interlocked their eyes, and Kakashi considered flipping the table out of the way to sit on Obito's lap and kiss him senseless. The spell was broken when someone showed up from behind Kakashi.

"Obito? What are you still doing here?" Kakashi swiftly put his mask back on, before turning to look who was there. It was a skinny guy, with red hair to his chin hiding a bit of his face. The red hair reminded him of Kushina a bit.

"Oh, hey Nagato, we're just having a drink." Obito greeted him easily as if they hadn't been about to pounce on each other. Kakashi hoped to god he hadn't just imagined that sexual tension.

"Is this the cop Konan told me about?"

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

"Uzumaki Nagato." The red haired nodded back to Kakashi before turning to Obito again. "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."

"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." Nagato eyed Obito suspiciously, maybe catching up on what talking some details really means, but he didn't say anything.

"The other guys know you're a cop?" Kakashi had to know what he was getting into when he developed a crush on Obito, and his friends seemed more than happy to remind him that they weren't the same.

"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."

"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." Kakashi sent him his most polite smile.

"Alright, I'm gonna go then." He sighed before directing a piercing glare to Obito. "Obito, don't do anything that would make Konan mad."

"I would never." Obito scoffed exaggeratedly.

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

"Oh, Nagato, I thought we were friends." Obito put a hand to his heart as if that betrayal literally killed him, and Kakashi laughed. A great actor, he would be great on the Intelligence department.

"Yes, but Konan is my girlfriend."

"Fair enough." Obito dropped the pretense and chuckled.

"Just... don't do anything I wouldn't." Nagato sighed yet again. He looked physically tired from dealing with Obito.

"But you never do anything, Nagato!" The red hair just shook his head in a resigned sigh and left with his hands in his pockets.

"I'm guessing you do a lot of things Konan doesn't approve?"

"Nah, it's just this small issue, tiny detail, very insignificant really, of fucking in the dressing room." Kakashi almost spilled his beer again.

"As in having sex in the dressing room?"

"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." Kakashi snorted and laughed loud at Obito's objection. Obito sounded like an old man sometimes.

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

"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 exaggerated the words with air quotes.

"Are you sure that was the only thing you wanted to blow?" Kakashi asked feeling a bit bold. It could be the beer, it could be Obito's sex appeal, either way he was drunk at this point.

Obito stopped the playful banter and leaned towards Kakashi. Lustful eyes preventing Kakashi from looking anywhere else. "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."

There was a moment where none of them spoke anything anymore and then in one fluid motion, Obito was standing by Kakashi's side pulling him to his feet too by the collar of his tank top and suddenly their mouths were smashing together.