Scar Tissue

Chapter Sixteen

Kakashi woke early the next morning, Obito curled into his side, the tilt of his head keeping him from drooling on Kakashi's shoulder. Thank goodness.

He reached out and closed Obito's jaw with one finger. The man snuffled and rubbed his face against muscle, head turning so his single eye was hidden from the light by the curve of Kakashi's neck. He mumbled something, shifting in his sleep, apparently doing his best to impersonate an octopus. His bad leg was thrown over Kakashi's, his good leg tucked under. One hand curled on Kakashi's stomach, the other folded between them.

Kakashi leaned in, smelling shampoo and wood oil in the man's soft hair. Then, slowly, he unthreaded himself, giving Obito a pillow to snuggle. He brushed black locks out of the man's face, fingers grazing over the strap of the eyepatch. Then he went to the side of the bed Obito had looked furtively at the night before.

It didn't take long to find the manga. A glance at the artists was all he needed, and he sighed, looking bemusedly at Obito's thoroughly asleep form. No wonder the man had been worried.

Well, that was easily remedied. He dug out some clean clothes and changed quickly, planning on showering later. Then leaned over the bed and gave Obito a soft kiss, giving him more until Obito roused just enough to sleepily kiss back. "I'm going out, but I'll be right back," Kakashi said. He didn't want Obito to wake up alone, but if he went now, maybe he could get back and snuggle in again...

"'Kay," Obito mumbled, and settled back to sleep. Kakashi raced off.

**

Obito woke snuggled up against another person, a hand stroking his arm absently. Birds chirruped to each other outside. Pages rustled and settled into silence. He inhaled, exhaling with the weight of calm satisfaction. The hand on his shoulder moved, brushing his hair out of his face, tucking it behind his ear.

"You awake?"

He blinked slowly, single eye opening to see silver pubic hair. Obito blinked again and pulled away slightly. Yup. It was what it looked like. He twisted a little, peering up.

Kakashi was sitting against the headboard, reading something with a horrifically orange cover, now looking down at him. "Morning," the Jounin said.

Obito yawned, jaw nearly cracking, and leaned back on Kakashi's arm. "Morning." They were both naked, the blankets up around Obito's waist--which put them across Kakashi's thighs. He flushed slightly at the man's half-hard cock, but Kakashi didn't seem to think anything about it. "I had a dream that you said you had to go…" Weird, he hadn't thought it was a dream.

"It wasn't a dream. I came back and crawled into bed again. Got you something." Kakashi rolled to his feet, scooping up a large brown bag and dumping it on the futon.

Obito peered inside. Manga. Stacks and stacks of manga--looked like probably twenty of them. "What is all this?"

"I found your stash."

Obito bristled at the dry tone, but when he looked up Kakashi was smiling slightly. "I--uh--it was a gift," he lied in a mumble.

"Hm. Well, this is good manga, if that's going to be your method of research."

The fact that Kakashi had him pegged so well was annoying. "Oh, well, I’m not even sure I like mang--"

"No? Because these are mine. I'd rather not take them home now, but if you'd kindly keep them until I get back…"

He suspected it was just a ruse. He nodded shortly anyway, not wanting to admit he'd been lying.

"This is my favorite," Kakashi said, diving into the bag to pull out a worn comic, the edges gone soft and the corners curling. "At least, it's my favorite for just straight sex. There's other ones with better storylines." He handed it to Obito expectantly.

Obito took it, a little uncertain. What, was he just supposed to sit here and read it?

"You want breakfast?" Kakashi asked, sliding out of bed and stepping away.

"Yeah," Obito said faintly. "That'd be good." He watched as the other man walked off, still naked, into the main bar. After a minute he opened the book.

…whoa.

Several minutes later he was still turning pages, pausing to stare at some of the most graphic--and not only consensual, but apparently VERY mutually enjoyed--sex he'd ever seen, when Kakashi came back in.

"Did you want--" Kakashi started, and stopped when Obito didn't look up. Obito shuffled around until his back was to the wall. He lifted his good leg, knee hiding his crotch.

"Enjoying?" Kakashi asked, voice low and amused.

Obito flushed. "You gave me a book of porn!" he said defensively.

"You could have put it down." The futon moved as Kakashi's weight landed on it. A moment later the man was leaning close, breath on Obito's skin. "Hm. I don't really think that position would be comfortable, but this one…" He reached out, pushing pages aside with his index finger. "Oh, yes, this was nice."

Obito stared. His skin felt overly warm. "They--" he stopped to clear his throat, but it wasn't any better when he spoke again. "They look like they're having fun." That was an understatement.

"Mm." Lips brushed his ear. "Want to try?"

Obito jumped at a wet tongue tickled around the ridges of cartilage. "I--uh--" It looked rather…intricate.

"Maybe later," Kakashi murmured.

"M-maybe--" Lips nudged at his jaw, tongue and teeth after his skin.

He started to put the book down, but Kakashi caught it without even looking and flipped it to another page. "Like this one, too."

Gyauuh. They certainly seemed to be enjoying gay sex. Er, anal sex. Enjoying it rather a lot, really, and with things other than their own bodies. "Would that *work*?" Obito asked in fascinated wonder.

Kakashi stopped nibbling long enough to glance over. "Oh yes," he said with the kind of assurance you only got from repeated attempts.

Obito pulled back, turning to look at him. "Isn't it… uncomfortable?"

Kakashi smiled, sexy and slow. "Not if you stretch first."

"Stretch? Stretch like--how?" His voice couldn't decide if it should be squeaky, breathy, or vanish altogether.

Kakashi had moved closer to nibble on his collarbones, tongue hot and wet against his flushed skin. "You need lube," he murmured against Obito. "If you don't have it, it's miserable. And it's best to start with fingers."

Obito shifted, trying to expose more skin for Kakashi. Finally, the other man just pushed at Obito's shoulders and hips, and Obito let himself fall back on the bed, moving a little so he wasn't twisted. He lay crosswise, his good leg still propped up under the covers for modesty's sake. Kakashi sprawled next to him, across the pillows. The manga was still clutched in his hands. "Fingers?" he asked faintly.

Kakashi flipped another few pages.

"Oh," Obito breathed. The man with the fingers inside him was begging to be screwed. "Did it, uh, feel like that last night? For you?"

Kakashi was kissing his neck, having snaked under the covers. Hands roamed Obito's belly, then around his raised leg, up the back of his thigh. "It was very nice." Fingertips slid down the inside of his thigh. "Sex is always nice." They drifted over his balls, light and teasing.

Obito bit back a groan. Pages crinkled as his grip tightened, and he started to set the book aside.

Kakashi grabbed it and opened it to another page. "I like this one, too."

Someone's head was buried in someone else's lap. What they were doing was unmistakable, but in case there was any doubt the next few panels showed different angles, close ups, both characters gasping and moaning and sweating. "That--that's nice," Obito whispered.

Kakashi stretched, long and lean over their heads, reaching toward the nightstand. Obito heard the pop of a cap, and a moment later Kakashi brought his arm down, sliding it back under the covers. He looped his arm under Obito's raised knee, drawing the whole leg slightly higher, and wrapped his fingers around Obito's shaft.

Obito nearly orgasmed just from that.

Kakashi leaned on one elbow, looking at the manga as mellow as if he *wasn't* currently jacking Obito off. "Turn the page?" he murmured, leaning in to kiss Obito's shoulder.

Obito did so, unable to do more than just obey while that hand was sliding up and down his cock, slick with--he supposed Kakashi had gotten lube. Oh, lube did make things better.

On the next page the guys had apparently gotten tired of blowjobs, sprawled across the--table, maybe?--and the one was thrusting his fingers up inside the other. He felt Kakashi make a noise--almost a rumble--in appreciation, and swallowed hard against the dryness in his throat. He couldn't help being aware of Kakashi's hand, slow and careful with each stroke, his leg curled up over the man's arm, leaving everything open under the blanket. Obito's breath caught. "Is that--really--good?" he said between shivers, his chest refusing to be still.

"Want to try?" Kakashi murmured into his shoulder, teeth testing his flesh. The hand on his cock shifted lower, over his balls, down over his ass. It just rubbed, lube making it slick, grazing against nerves without actually pressing in.

"Yeah. Wait--yeah," Obito said, horny and nervous and about willing for anything right that moment.

Kakashi kissed his neck, still just rubbing. "Turn the page?"

Right, yeah, okay, whatever, and--whoaahholy ancestors.

"Relax."

Obito barely registered the word, busy staring at the manga. Then the finger pressed, sliding inside him, and he caught his breath. Felt a little odd, but gods, he was so turned on it didn't matter. "Kashi--"

"All right?" Kakashi twisted, bending to nuzzle his chest, lick the nearest nipple.

Obito closed his eye and groaned, feeling the hot prickle of an orgasm building in his stomach. The finger slid a little bit farther, already farther than his had gone, before pulling out a little.

As long as he relaxed, it didn't feel too weird. Kakashi sucked on his chest, teeth grazing the hard peak of his nipple, making Obito shiver. The finger pulled out, and slid in, and Kakashi moved away a little to get between Obito's legs, tossing most of the blankets aside. Lips and a warm tongue trailed down his stomach, licking and mouthing softly. Another finger joined the first, both pressing into him, and he felt himself stretch and start to tense.

"Relax," Kakashi murmured against the head of his cock, licking the moisture from the tip. "You have to focus on relaxing. Doesn't come natural."

Of course, because that wasn't, biologically speaking, an in-hole. Not like the mouth currently sliding over his dick, tongue licking at the flared head.

Obito grabbed Kakashi's hair, one leg still braced up and now pressing hard into the futon. The two fingers slid into him as Kakashi went down, slowly taking in more of his cock, tongue pressing against the shaft. Nerves sparked off deep inside Obito as he fought not to clench against the intrusion, Kakashi's fingers following the rhythm of his mouth as they withdrew again, only to return deeper, until Obito could feel knuckles pressed against his ass. The fingers wiggled, twisting, stretching him further while Kakahsi's tongue did mind-shattering things to his cock. Then Kakashi did--something, Obito really wasn't sure what--and slid down further on Obito, throat hot and tight around his dick, swallowing until he was entirely sheathed.

Obito groaned, half begging for something--oh, gods he needed to come--and felt the fingers move deep inside him again, stroking nerves and fucking him slowly, and then they hit *something*. He did scream, fingers tightening in Kakashi's hair, orgasm hitting him powerfully, and he felt Kakashi swallow as semen pulsed into his throat. Muscles tightened around Obito, making Obito cry again, and again, curling up as pleasure wracked through him.

His vision whited out, and he was only vaguely aware of Kakashi's fingers drawing free, the man moving. Then Kakashi was at his face, pulling him around into a kiss, hips thrusting up against him, snapping quick and only half-controlled against his skin.

Obito kissed back, tasting Kakashi and something a little salty--himself, he supposed. Kakashi groaned, tongue sweeping into Obito's mouth, the gentleness stripped away as a hand tightened in Obito's hair, pulling his head around and keeping it there for the demanding mouth crushing his own.

Kakashi's hips snapped a few more times, and then the man went still, groaning, as Obito felt liquid heat spill across his stomach. He shivered, running his hands up and down Kakashi's torso until the man stopped spasming.

Kakashi collapsed, rolled slowly to one side, and lay there. "I actually came in here to see if you had eggs," he said finally, eyes closed.

Obito laughed. "Got distracted. And, no. Hate 'em."

"Right." The eyes opened grudgingly, red and black. "Shower?"

Obito nodded, but only watched as Kakashi hauled himself to his feet, grace returned. He enjoyed watching Kakashi. In fact, he could think of few things he'd rather be doing.

Kakashi was long and slim, lanky, really. Scars moved sinuously over his body, and he shifted from one position to another, from one step to the next, with an unselfconscious gait, looking supple and flawless.

Then he paused, arching an eyebrow. "Coming?"

"Not yet," Obito muttered, blushed faintly at Kakashi's snort, and followed him into the bathroom.

**

Obito stood behind the bar, talking with Kurenai absently while watching the pair in the corner. They'd come in together--rare in and of itself, though they usually sat together--and had spent the last hour and a half with their heads ducked close, talking.

"Is Anko on a mission?" Obito asked idly, pulling a beer from the tap.

Kurenai played with her food, a soda at her elbow. "Just got back. She's debriefing now, and we're supposed to meet here…"

Obito glanced around the bar, seeing everything in shades of red and gray. There were actually people around. Four at the counter, and three tables occupied. Every booth had at least one person in it, and several had groups. If he wasn't mistaken, most of them were Jounin or ANBU.

He looked back at the couple in the corner, smiling slightly when he saw a burn-scarred hand reach across the table to tentatively brush the knuckles of the other man. The hand stilled, the senbon stopping its taptaptap against the wood.

"What's going on over there?"

Obito glanced at Kurenai, then realized she'd followed his gaze.

"You keep looking…"

"They came in together," Obito said softly, pitching his voice to carry no farther than the kuniochi.

Her head whipped around, red eyes wide. "Really?" She leaned closer, folding both arms on the table. "They never go places together. They just meet up."

"I know," Obito murmured. He shifted his cane so he could get closer to Kurenai. "And the other night? They *left* together."

She turned to look at the two men thoughtfully. "Okay. Stay here. I'm going to gather intel." Kurenai swung off her barstool and wound through the tables, making a beeline for the two men in the back corner. Obito watched, fascinated. Neither ninja seemed to notice her until she was right on top of them, and then they yanked apart, nearly jumping to clear some space between them. Obito saw Genma's chakra rise to his face, and guessed he was blushing.

Kurenai said something laughingly, then picked up their empty pitcher and carried it back to the bar. "You're right!" she whispered, excited as she handed the pitcher over. "And they're playing footsie under the table!"

Obito laughed.

"Oh, gods," Kurenai murmured, turning back to look at the men again. "They would be so good together." She turned back to Obito, leaning across the counter. "You know, they only met a few years ago. Genma spent almost five years undercover, trying to find Whirlpool country. I guess they knew each other in school, but then things happened and…" she shrugged, sipped her soda. "So they re-met just a few years back, when Genma got home."

Obito watched them, lost in his own mental meanderings.

"What're you thinking about?" Kurenai asked after a time.

Obito glanced at her and grinned. "How does the village stay alive? I swear, everyone's gay."

Gai chose that moment to burst through the doors, a giggling woman thrown over his shoulders. "A drink for my Fair Maid!" he boomed, flinging out his free arm. "While nothing on this earth can match her in beauty or delightfulness, there must be something that comes close enough to keep from marring her utter perfection as she sips it with cherry blossom lips!"

"Oh, gods," Asuma muttered, sliding onto the barstool beside Kurenai. "I'm terrified. 'Bito, did you hear? Tsunade and Ibiki were caught--" he paused to make a crude gesture with his hands.

Kurenai laughed. "That answer your question?"

"And make me wish I was blind," Obito groaned. "Here, quick, someone take Gai this drink before he carries that girl over."

Kurenai laughed and obliged.

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