Cockfight

Kakashi adjusted his face mask and the customary bored expression he wore under it, and reflected that it would make it a lot easier to keep up his ignoring of Obito if Obito didn't seem so hell-bent on devoting every waking moment to getting utterly, completely, infallibly on his nerves.

Dust getting in Obito’s eyes. Sun blinding him. Getting to practice late. Then he forgot step eight of their fifteen-step attack formation. Once, although that was some time ago but still remembered, he tripped Rin, making her fall and break a finger and cry. Asking Kakashi how the hand seals for the body replacement technique went again (that was genin level for crying out loud). Mouthing off at Kakashi for being a teacher's pet. Asking Kakashi what he thought of Rin, which the would-be Jounin never answered - he didn't think of her the way Obito meant; she was a good friend but her obvious crush on Kakashi made the grey-haired boy uneasy, and he hated being uneasy. A shinobi was never uneasy. In perfect control, fluid balance and grace. Not dreading the day his team-mate asked if she could kiss him.

Right now, the begoggled Uchiha was having one of his famous "stuff-got-in-my-eye" moments, and this time, he even managed to trick Rin into checking if she could find the wayward straw, bug, or whatever it was now. Minato-sensei watched with crossed arms and a bemused smile. Kakashi envied his sensei his patience - the young man himself was fairly seething with loathing for his utter catastrophe of an excuse for a team-mate.

Granted, out here in the woods, with the trees in bloom and insects buzzing about happily, there was probably more stuff that could get in one’s eyes than back home on Training Ground 5. But so far, on the first three days of their five-day survival trip, Obito had complained of something in his eyes eight times and counting.

"There's nothing there, Obito-kun", said Rin with a trace of worry in her voice. "We should just get on with the training, you'll forget about it then". She offered Obito a kind smile which the loser lapped up like a puppy at a saucer of cream. Or was that kittens? Never mind. Obito's eyes always made Kakashi think of a pup. The kind that followed you home and stayed there no matter how hard you kicked at it. Annoying pup, that is. Not adorable or any other term that might be bestowed on puppies. Why was he thinking of puppies anyway? He didn't even like dogs.

Kakashi sighed, massaging the bridge of his nose with closed eyes, snapping out of it as he heard Minato-sensei's soft voice. "This is part of being a team too, Kakashi-kun. Patience."
"Yes, sensei", answered the boy in a flat tone.

"Now, if you all are ready", the blond man continued amiably, flashing them a trademark grin, "let's work on hand-to-hand combat again. Can't always have you guys relying on jutsu, can we?"
Predictably, there was a groan from Obito, who hated close combat because, even though the Uchiha would never admit it, Kakashi knew from his team-mate’s slow movements that he simply couldn’t see very well. Obito only ever caught blows and kicks aimed at him, because, Kakashi grudgingly admitted, Goggle-eyes was pretty fast when he finally saw it coming.

They fanned out and took stances; Kakashi fought Rin (and had a harder time avoiding her (urgh) lingering gaze than her punches) while Minato-sensei drilled Obito on whatever he didn’t understand today; then the Jounin went hand-to-hand with each of them, giving Kakashi a pleased smile and a nod that made the boy’s heart swell, even as he kept the visible part of his face impassionate.

Finally, ominously, Kakashi faced Obito, and the masked Chuunin gave an inward groan, for he knew all too well what was coming.

“Ha! Today’s the day I kick your ass, Kakashi! Been feeling good since I woke up!”
“You should”, drawled Kakashi. “You overslept by half an hour.”
He was rewarded with a most satisfactory scowl. Apparently the extra sleep had not made the sluggish gears in Obito’s mind move any faster than usual, for the boy skipped past the rest of their customary exchange of insult and struck out clumsily for Kakashi’s masked nose. The grey-haired teen simply flicked his head to one side, lazily, and the fist went flying by, nearly throwing Obito off-balance.
“You know”, Kakashi said calmly, as he threw a punch at Obito’s unprotected left side and connected with a satisfying meaty smack and a whoof from the shorter boy as the air left his lungs, “you really do need glasses.”
“Shut the fuck up!” Obito wheezed, and shot a low kick at Kakashi’s left leg (Kakashi jumped lazily to avoid it). “I see just fine to beat the shit outta you!”
A flurry of blows from Obito followed this blatant lie, and Kakashi was slightly surprised to feel that he actually had to strain to block some of them.
He still had plenty of steam left over to pay Obito back a bit for all the aggravation he caused his prodigy team-mate, though. “You know, I hear they make them now with bands to go over your ears, so they won’t fall off in a fight.” (Duck.) “Smart, that.” (Weave.) “A half-blind shinobi is not exactly the epitome of what Konoha has to offer, Obito-kun… Ah!”

Obito had lashed out wildly and, by sheer luck, caught Kakashi a glancing blow across one cheek-bone, far too close to Kakashi’s own eye for comfort. Rage at the fool surged in him, white-hot, steeling his muscles, and he lashed out a perfect arc of a kick towards Obito’s constant weak spot, his left knee that he always forgot to protect; he’d teach the loser the power of a real shinobi!

The satisfying connection, the crunch he was expecting, never came. Instead Kakashi flailed, off-balance, to steady himself as his foot was caught and held firmly in an infinitely powerful grasp.
“That’s enough for today, Kakashi-kun, Obito-kun.”
Kakashi didn’t have to look at his sensei’s face to know he’d gone too far.

*****
There was little conversation as they set up camp. Minato scouted the perimeter. Rin had missed the incident before and was obviously at a loss as to why the boys only responded to her attempts at chatting with one-syllable words, so she shook her head and built a fire. They ate their travel rations in silence, then, after a few instructions, Minato and Rin took first watch, disappearing to take up positions hidden in the foliage, while Kakashi and Obito rolled themselves in their blankets on either side of the low-burning campfire.

Kakashi was just drifting off as he heard Obito shuffle about, and then give a low giggle. Irritated, Kakashi buried deeper into his coverings and the hard ground. That kid just never shut up.

“Heh heh”, chuckled Obito softly from the half-darkness. “At least my cock's bigger than yours.”
Kakashi jerked fully awake with a start. “What?”
“You heard me, Suck-ashi! You may be a fuck-all-awesome prodigy ninja, but I’m betting I have the biggest dick,” Obito spat in a whisper that somehow managed convey the same intensity as his usual loud outbursts.
“I can’t believe this, not even from you.”
“Ha! I knew it. I bet yours is TINY! TINY and BALD!”
Kakashi closed his eyes and breathed evenly, slowly, through his nose.
“You’re raving”, he said as calmly as he could. “Go wipe your eyes again and go to sleep. You heard Minato-sensei, we have a watch in three hours.”

“I bet it’s bald. In fact, I bet you can’t even get it up.”
At this insult to his teen-age male pride, even Kakashi snapped.
“What the hell is wrong with you, Uchiha? Of course I fucking can!”
There was a brief silence from the other side of the campfire. Then a suppressed laugh. “…Shrimp dick.”
“Fuck, Obito, you’re sick!” And so was he, Kakashi thought wildly, for even taking part in this conversation, and why were they having it anyway, it wasn’t as if they’d talked about things like this before?
“Bet mighty Kakashi-san’s ashamed his dick’s the smaaall-eeer…” Obito sing-songed from his bedroll.
“Dammit, you want me to whip it out and show you, Uchiha?”
“Yeah, sure, why the hell not, Hatake?” came a defiant whisper-shout. “About time you lost to me!”

Kakashi blanched. He could not very well back out here. But this was insane, surely Obito was having him on, he couldn’t be thinking they should… What, measure?
He swallowed. “Shut up and go to sleep. Sensei’s probably laughing his ass off at you.”
“They’re not around,” came the smug, immediate reply. “I heard Rin moving five minutes ago. They’re doing the figure-eight scouting. If you weren’t so busy listening to yourself talk, you’d tell easily. ‘Sides, sensei’s not masking his chakra. Even a lesser shinobi such as me could feel that.” The scorn was open in Obito’s voice, and Kakashi squirmed. The joke was on him. He had little excuse to back out of this insanity that would not have his crazy teammate finally getting him one better.
That wouldn’t happen. It could not.
“We’ve got fifteen minutes. Thirteen more than you’ll ever need, probably.” That one stung.

“Right”, Kakashi sighed. “I’m officially as insane as you.” He flung aside his blanket. “What the fuck do you want me to do, Obito?”
“Well, get your ass over here so I can see!”
“Me moving isn’t going to make that happen.”
“Oh, clever. You chickening out, Super Ninja-san?”
Resigned, Kakashi hauled himself to his feet and plodded to Obito’s side of the campfire, seating himself across from the Uchiha who was still sprawled, propped up on his elbows, regarding Kakashi intently, somewhat apprehensively.
A few moments passed in rather strained silence. Kakashi’s insides crawled strangely at that scrutinizing gaze, and his ass was getting really cold from the ground, so he was relieved when Obito found his annoying voice again.
“You need tweezers to drag out your dick or what?”
“This whole idiotic thing was your idea, so you go first!”
“What-fucking-ever, Kakashi” muttered Obito, and unceremoniously threw off his blanket and yanked down his pants.

Obviously he’d have to look, thought Kakashi, as he found his eyes glued to his team-mate’s crotch. Shadows played across the boy’s half-prone form from the low-burning campfire, but the object of discussion was clearly visible, nestled in soft dark curls. It was indeed of a respectable size. It was also half-hard.
Kakashi did not feel his stomach clench and his own cock twitch at the sight.
“What the fuck, Obito?” he half-cried, then caught himself, mindful even in his outrage of those who guarded them. “You getting off on this, you sick little fuck?” Kakashi hissed, lower.
“Heh”, chuckled Obito, undaunted. “We gotta measure, we gotta measure. Ain’t my fault my dick’s up to the challenge and yours is as soft as ever.”
Just to emphasize that, or perhaps merely to spite Kakashi, Obito had the sheer nerve to reach down and give himself a patient, slow stroke.

The rather small part of Kakashi’s mind that wasn’t completely failing him at the moment was crying at him to get the hell away from his crazy team-mate and this entire stupid competition. But he couldn’t. He would never lose to Obito. It was the challenge, plain and simple. And for that challenge only, Kakashi got to his knees, pulled his own loose pants and boxers town his thighs, and took his cock in hand. It had nothing to do with that crooked, infuriating smile on Obito’s face, or the way his fingers curled around his half-mast erection, or the way Kakashi’s gut tightened when the dark-haired boy gave another small tug at his hardening flesh.

Obito laughed again, softly, giving Kakashi’s middle region an appraising stare. “I’m winning at the moment, Kakashi-chan.”
“Shut it,” huffed Kakashi. He clasped himself firmly and began the familiar rhythm, hard and insistent, intent on the task, even as his face burned under the blessed cover of his mask. The stupid goggles were off, and those dark eyes on him... He’d harboured some uneasy doubt about being able to get hard under these conditions, but that look…
Fuck, his own fingers felt better than ever.

Kakashi lost himself for a time, focusing on sensation, only half-way registering his tongue sticking out of his mouth to brush against moist cloth. The tall boy looked over and partway wished he hadn’t, even as his dick gave another jolt; Obito was flicking his thumb gently across the head of his cock, and something wet glistened there in the firelight, a string that broke as the Uchiha tapped his thumb on his meat lightly, repeatedly.

Kakashi found himself embarrassingly unable to suppress a small moan in the back of his throat.

At that, Obito glanced up and met Kakashi’s gaze. For a while, they stared defiantly into each other’s eyes, as their hands worked on their dicks. Around them, the forest was silent, save for the call of some night-bird, which Kakashi barely heard, intent as he was on the small noises of skin against skin, the occasional wetter smack as some moisture caught between sliding fingers and hardened organ.

Brief regret fluttered through Kakashi as it was Obito who spoke first, softly, in a low voice wholly different from his normal one. “Well… Time to measure up… Kakashi.”

Kakashi didn’t really feel like he had enough blood left in his brain to speak, but he managed a faintly affirmative “hmm”. He sat there, fallen back on his haunches, distractedly stroking his cock, part of him wondering if Obito habitually brought measuring tape on missions, when the dark-haired Uchiha was suddenly very close, kneeling in front of Kakashi with their knees nearly touching.

“Wha..!” Kakashi croaked, then spluttered, rather undignified for a ninja of his caliber: “What the fuck’re you doing? Get off, Uchiha!”
“How the hell are we supposed to measure otherwise? I didn’t bring a fucking ruler or anything! It’s not as if your dick’s exactly an imposing sight, Hatake!”
“Only because you’re blind as a bat!”
“Shut up and sit still!”

And Kakashi did, but only because Obito had managed to push one firm, tanned knee between Kakashi’s pale thighs, and that small contact surged like wildfire through the taller boy. Heat seemed to radiate off Obito, making the tiny hairs on Kakashi’s skin stand on end, and a shudder went through him as his cock twitched against his palm, impossibly becoming even harder.

Kakashi fixed his eyes firmly on the nearest tree trunk.
Obito was silent.
Does this mean I’ve… won?

The grey-haired boy dared too look where Obito was looking, throwing a glance between their bodies, and shivered. Obito’s erection protruded from the casual support of his hand, just ten inches from Kakashi’s own, standing out a darker colour against the boy’s lightly muscled stomach. The flicker of the firelight made it look like the engorged cock jumped a little, there, in Obito’s fingers, or maybe it really did, and that was surely a drop of clear liquid just running off the tip, even as Kakashi felt pre-come seep between his own fingers.

Kakashi licked his dry lips and found his mask wet with the moisture of his breathing, like after a particularly harsh training session. He knew he was supposed to do something here, but he’d forgotten what, so he continued working at himself, smearing slick fluid over his shaft from his cock-head, and… well… staring.


He jumped enough to nearly rip off his dick when his cursed team-mate chose this as the opportune moment to stop shutting the fuck up.
“…told ya mine was bigger.”
That brought Kakashi back to earth, and he finally tore his gaze from Obito’s erection to his own, then to Obito again and back, wildly.
“Ah... What? Mine’s got an inch on yours!”
“Yes, MINUS an inch!”
“You couldn’t see a tree if it hit you in the face! I win!”
“I can see just fine and I WIN!”
“In your dreams, Uchiha!”
Obito seemed about to shout another idiotic reply, but froze, glancing to the sides. Kakashi, too, fell silent, mentally kicking himself for raising his voice as he listened anxiously for the noises that would herald their team-mates’ return.
But the forest was silent, as if it, too, was listening.

This had to end.
And Kakashi’s cock was so fucking hard it was throbbing.

“Let’s jerk off,” someone said, and Kakashi was rather surprised to find that low, husky voice to be his own.
Obito drew a sharp breath and gaped at him. “What?”
“We jerk off, whoever shoots first wins.”
Kakashi reflected that that was probably his dick doing the logic right there. Well, it was where all the blood in his body seemed to have pooled, anyway.
He tried to stare defiance at Obito, one part of him hoping this would make the other boy back the hell off already, while another - and, well, rather large – part demanded that he get busy right now and pump himself into blissful release.

Obito crouched in complete, uncharacteristic quiet for a while, yet he did not let go of his cock.

“…Okay.”

And with that, they were off, facing each other, eyes locked, hands clenching, fisting themselves furiously, and Kakashi could finally, finally let himself go and give in to the demands of his body, the fire that was ignited in him between those brown eyes and the skin touching his own. And fuck, he thought he’d made himself feel good before, but those dark secret times, those were nothing compared to this, his whole body seemed to tingle with the same pleasure as those lucky nerves in his dick that were getting all the attention, and all over, his skin pulled taut in the chill air, it tingled, and he’d never much reflected on his nipples before but oh spirits, what the hell was that…

Obito gave a low moan all too close to him, and Kakashi had to look down, and Obito was stroking himself with both hands now, one hand on his shaft and the other lightly rolling his balls between his fingers, and Kakashi wondered why the hell he’d never thought of that, but maybe he’d rather look at it than do it to himself anyway, and fuck this was sick, but Obito’s fingers, those that weren’t rubbing, rolling, rested against his muscular thigh for support, and those tan fingers against that pale thigh, against the dark thatch of hair, against Obito’s cock… it was dripping now, he could see it in the firelight, actually dribbling… and Kakashi’s mouth hung open and slack, and how would those fingers look on his body, how would they feel…

Kakashi’s release took the boy by surprise, much quicker than he’d expected and much more forceful, too. His hips pumped of their own accord, thrusting his cock forwards toward Obito, and even as Kakashi closed his eyes and everything was washed away, he fancied he could feel the other boy’s body heat on his engorged dick as it spilled out its load in one, two.. ah, he lost count and his entire lower body contracted, and warm liquid splattered all over his thighs, and Obito’s too, probably, splattered to cool on both of them and nothing mattered.

One of them cried out. Or maybe they both did. Who cared, really?

Kakashi lay for a time in the soft grass – apparently he’d fallen backwards – merely feeling aftershocks pulsate pleasantly through his body. He was pretty sure he should be ashamed, but it was sort of hard when he could not for the life of him recall a time when he had ever felt so fucking good.

An owl hooted in the distance, and fifteen minutes really weren’t very long, anyway, not when you thought about it.

Crap.

Kakashi somehow dragged himself up, even though apparently all the bones in his body had turned to jelly – no unpleasant sensation, surprisingly. Obito was propped up on his elbow, hand still on his softening cock. Wet spots and rivulets glistened on his thighs and even his torso, and Kakashi was rather sure that glazed, dumbstruck look Obito wore was matched on his own face.
“…” said Kakashi, then swallowed and cleared his throat.

“…So. Rematch tomorrow night?”
“…Yeah.”