Obito; On Hands, Hormones And Being Dead
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Obito; On Hands, Hormones And Being Dead
Title: Obito; On Hands, Hormones And Being Dead
Pairing: Obi/Kanku
By: Smurf-chan
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters portrayed or mentioned in this story, no money has exchanged hands, and no infringement was intended.
Summary: Weird pairing, really weird, and yaoi-ish. A gift fic for DeadUchiha because she asked- albeit jokingly- for it. Obito looks in on the living. Voyeurism ahoy! I apologize for my suckiness in advance.
So, this one is for you my delightful dead friend. Enjoy. Ha! I even mentioned Shisui. The things I do for you... although I’m pretty sure you had me in mind when you suggested it. LOL.
Obito; On Hands, Hormones, And Being Dead
Obito had been dead for years, in the sense that he was no longer a living, breathing, ninja type person, who just happened to have a really cool blood limit. He had been cut down in his youth, and was now lifeless in the most literal sense of the word. Yes, Uchiha Obito, the one time teammate of the genius Hatake Kakashi was deader than a doornail.
All in all, being dead wasn’t so bad. He had all the time in the universe to laze about doing exactly as he wished while awaiting reincarnation, he didn’t have to pay for anything, or kill anybody, and since that whole Uchiha massacre several years back he had very nearly his entire family up there with him; including his illusionary master of a cousin Shisui. So it wasn’t as if he were lacking in company.
Still there were times when being dead really sucked. He was still a teenager (a young one, but still.) after all… He had NEEDS damn it! What sort of teenager never thought about sex?
Answer: NONE!
Teenagers were basically walking hormones in constant search of relief from their hyperactive libidos. And Obito had been a teenager for a very long time; just because he was dead didn’t mean that he wasn’t filled to the brim with raging hormones, because he most definitely was. Being dead, however, did mean that he wasn’t left with very many options. Angels weren’t all that naughty; the most he’d ever get from them was a glimpse of ankle- and that was if he were lucky. Sleeping with his fellow dead was just as likely as the majority of them were busy trying to be on their best behavior so that their next lives would be good ones. This lack of available partnership left Obito with only one option. Voyeurism.
There were several people the young dead Uchiha enjoyed looking in on, some more frequently than others. He often watched Kakashi, and Iruka, sometimes he opted for Kurenai, Asuma, or Anko, he had even peeked at Ebisu once- although that had been a complete accident; he had been looking for Izumo and Kotetsu. He had even managed to get a peek or two at his former instructor before his own untimely, yet heroic demise. But his favorite living person to observe was none other than Kankuro, older brother to Gaara of the Sand.
More often than not it was the puppeteer that he spied in on. It wasn’t because Kankuro was particularly attractive. Nor was it because Obito had a fetish for guys that played with potentially deadly, glorified dolls. No. The reason Obito enjoyed watching Kankuro so much was the fact that the living boy had the most dexterous fingers he had ever seen in both life and death. He knew from witnessing it himself just how clever those long, slender, artistic, hands could be.
That was why the dead male looked in on the middle sand sibling so often. Kankuro’s hands were a wet dream all in them selves. The way they moved, gracefully, and with purpose, the way they caressed an object whether it was inanimate or not, and the way they worked so gently and skillfully to complete a task… Obito was hooked.
And so it was that Obito just happened to look in on the puppet master one evening while the living boy was alone in his room. His siblings assumed that their brother was repairing or modifying his toys, and so made a point to leave him be. Oh, how very wrong they were. Kankuro had finished working on his deadly puppets earlier that morning, and there were other things that hormone filled, teenaged boys could get up to in the privacy or their own rooms when nobody was there to interrupt.
Eagerly, Obito watched as Kankuro secured his room, and then moved to lay down resting his back against the pillows of his bed. The living boy reached into the drawer of his bedside table and retrieved some lotion. Obito knew what was to come next. The sand-nin’s face was bear of the stage makeup he normally wore, his hair was uncovered and his shirt hung on the back of a chair on the opposite side of the room. Slowly the living boy’s fingers worked at the closure of his pants, opening them, and shifting them downward, along with his boxers, just enough to allow easy access to his wanting member.
Obito could feel himself mirror the other boy’s movements, his own groin growing tight as he viewed the scene before him. When Kankuro’s now lotion slicked fingers gently curled around his erection, and then tightened ever so slightly, Obito let out a small groan, his hands seeking out his own flesh. And, when Kankuro’s hand began to move, Obito found himself transfixed. He massaged his swollen shaft, enjoying the pleasurable friction he was creating. His movements were not as graceful as Kankuro’s, they were in fact, slightly jerky, but still he could imagine that it was the living boy’s hands on him, moving smoothly, and elegantly over his flesh, and eliciting moans from his throat.
Kankuro thrust into his hand, his nimble fingers manipulating his most sensitive of places. While his right hand worked against his stiff cock, the left dipped slightly lower, and played- delicately- with his balls. His breathing grew heavier, and his brow- along with the rest of him- grew warm and slicked with perspiration, as his lissome hands continued to bring himself pleasure.
Obito’s own breath- that is if he had any- was coming in short winded puffs, every so often punctuated by a guttural grunt, or groan of appreciation as he continued to jerk off, all the while watching as Kankuro did the same. When Kankuro swirled the viscous liquid leaking from his own shaft across the head of his penis, using the pad of his thumb, Obito very nearly climaxed. He held himself back from doing so however. With a few more strokes, Kankuro would be finished, and the dead boy was determined to wait until the live boy came.
Kankuro’s back arched up off of the bed, shifting his hips upwards as he thrust into his beautiful hands for the final time that night, moaning euphorically as he volleyed semen up his torso, some spilling over onto his powerful yet delicate hand in the process. For a long moment the brown haired boy lay basking in the satiated sensation that washed over his body. His breathing was erratic, and his heart beat rapidly in his chest, but both eventually evened out, and Kankuro began cleaning himself up as best as he could, with the tissues, and towel he had close at hand.
Elsewhere, a spent, and sated Obito did the same, before settling in to watch as Kankuro headed for the shower to better rid himself of the sticky mess covering his stomach. Obito smiled to himself. If he had lived all those years ago, it would be very unlikely that he would have ever experienced THAT!
Yeah. Sometimes being dead wasn’t so bad after all.
FIN!
EEP! I can’t believe that I just wrote that… somebody smack me!
Hugs and Oreos!
Smurf-chan
Pairing: Obi/Kanku
By: Smurf-chan
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters portrayed or mentioned in this story, no money has exchanged hands, and no infringement was intended.
Summary: Weird pairing, really weird, and yaoi-ish. A gift fic for DeadUchiha because she asked- albeit jokingly- for it. Obito looks in on the living. Voyeurism ahoy! I apologize for my suckiness in advance.
So, this one is for you my delightful dead friend. Enjoy. Ha! I even mentioned Shisui. The things I do for you... although I’m pretty sure you had me in mind when you suggested it. LOL.
Obito; On Hands, Hormones, And Being Dead
Obito had been dead for years, in the sense that he was no longer a living, breathing, ninja type person, who just happened to have a really cool blood limit. He had been cut down in his youth, and was now lifeless in the most literal sense of the word. Yes, Uchiha Obito, the one time teammate of the genius Hatake Kakashi was deader than a doornail.
All in all, being dead wasn’t so bad. He had all the time in the universe to laze about doing exactly as he wished while awaiting reincarnation, he didn’t have to pay for anything, or kill anybody, and since that whole Uchiha massacre several years back he had very nearly his entire family up there with him; including his illusionary master of a cousin Shisui. So it wasn’t as if he were lacking in company.
Still there were times when being dead really sucked. He was still a teenager (a young one, but still.) after all… He had NEEDS damn it! What sort of teenager never thought about sex?
Answer: NONE!
Teenagers were basically walking hormones in constant search of relief from their hyperactive libidos. And Obito had been a teenager for a very long time; just because he was dead didn’t mean that he wasn’t filled to the brim with raging hormones, because he most definitely was. Being dead, however, did mean that he wasn’t left with very many options. Angels weren’t all that naughty; the most he’d ever get from them was a glimpse of ankle- and that was if he were lucky. Sleeping with his fellow dead was just as likely as the majority of them were busy trying to be on their best behavior so that their next lives would be good ones. This lack of available partnership left Obito with only one option. Voyeurism.
There were several people the young dead Uchiha enjoyed looking in on, some more frequently than others. He often watched Kakashi, and Iruka, sometimes he opted for Kurenai, Asuma, or Anko, he had even peeked at Ebisu once- although that had been a complete accident; he had been looking for Izumo and Kotetsu. He had even managed to get a peek or two at his former instructor before his own untimely, yet heroic demise. But his favorite living person to observe was none other than Kankuro, older brother to Gaara of the Sand.
More often than not it was the puppeteer that he spied in on. It wasn’t because Kankuro was particularly attractive. Nor was it because Obito had a fetish for guys that played with potentially deadly, glorified dolls. No. The reason Obito enjoyed watching Kankuro so much was the fact that the living boy had the most dexterous fingers he had ever seen in both life and death. He knew from witnessing it himself just how clever those long, slender, artistic, hands could be.
That was why the dead male looked in on the middle sand sibling so often. Kankuro’s hands were a wet dream all in them selves. The way they moved, gracefully, and with purpose, the way they caressed an object whether it was inanimate or not, and the way they worked so gently and skillfully to complete a task… Obito was hooked.
And so it was that Obito just happened to look in on the puppet master one evening while the living boy was alone in his room. His siblings assumed that their brother was repairing or modifying his toys, and so made a point to leave him be. Oh, how very wrong they were. Kankuro had finished working on his deadly puppets earlier that morning, and there were other things that hormone filled, teenaged boys could get up to in the privacy or their own rooms when nobody was there to interrupt.
Eagerly, Obito watched as Kankuro secured his room, and then moved to lay down resting his back against the pillows of his bed. The living boy reached into the drawer of his bedside table and retrieved some lotion. Obito knew what was to come next. The sand-nin’s face was bear of the stage makeup he normally wore, his hair was uncovered and his shirt hung on the back of a chair on the opposite side of the room. Slowly the living boy’s fingers worked at the closure of his pants, opening them, and shifting them downward, along with his boxers, just enough to allow easy access to his wanting member.
Obito could feel himself mirror the other boy’s movements, his own groin growing tight as he viewed the scene before him. When Kankuro’s now lotion slicked fingers gently curled around his erection, and then tightened ever so slightly, Obito let out a small groan, his hands seeking out his own flesh. And, when Kankuro’s hand began to move, Obito found himself transfixed. He massaged his swollen shaft, enjoying the pleasurable friction he was creating. His movements were not as graceful as Kankuro’s, they were in fact, slightly jerky, but still he could imagine that it was the living boy’s hands on him, moving smoothly, and elegantly over his flesh, and eliciting moans from his throat.
Kankuro thrust into his hand, his nimble fingers manipulating his most sensitive of places. While his right hand worked against his stiff cock, the left dipped slightly lower, and played- delicately- with his balls. His breathing grew heavier, and his brow- along with the rest of him- grew warm and slicked with perspiration, as his lissome hands continued to bring himself pleasure.
Obito’s own breath- that is if he had any- was coming in short winded puffs, every so often punctuated by a guttural grunt, or groan of appreciation as he continued to jerk off, all the while watching as Kankuro did the same. When Kankuro swirled the viscous liquid leaking from his own shaft across the head of his penis, using the pad of his thumb, Obito very nearly climaxed. He held himself back from doing so however. With a few more strokes, Kankuro would be finished, and the dead boy was determined to wait until the live boy came.
Kankuro’s back arched up off of the bed, shifting his hips upwards as he thrust into his beautiful hands for the final time that night, moaning euphorically as he volleyed semen up his torso, some spilling over onto his powerful yet delicate hand in the process. For a long moment the brown haired boy lay basking in the satiated sensation that washed over his body. His breathing was erratic, and his heart beat rapidly in his chest, but both eventually evened out, and Kankuro began cleaning himself up as best as he could, with the tissues, and towel he had close at hand.
Elsewhere, a spent, and sated Obito did the same, before settling in to watch as Kankuro headed for the shower to better rid himself of the sticky mess covering his stomach. Obito smiled to himself. If he had lived all those years ago, it would be very unlikely that he would have ever experienced THAT!
Yeah. Sometimes being dead wasn’t so bad after all.
FIN!
EEP! I can’t believe that I just wrote that… somebody smack me!
Hugs and Oreos!
Smurf-chan