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This had to either be the results of a genjutsu or a dream.
Had to be.
After all, the man sat across the table from him, currently in the process of cutting him a slice of cake, was dead. Had been dead for years. He never made it to adulthood with Kakashi, yet the older form he was staring down was indefinitely him.
Obito.
“I know you don’t like sweets, but trust me when I say I think you’ll like this cake. It’s really mellow- Most of the sweetness is actually just in the cream! So you could easily scrape it off honestly.” The other explained enthusiastically, passing the plate over to him along with a fork before getting his own slice.
It made his chest ache, thinking about how this could have been. How Obito and him could have ended up good friends, could have grown up together, could have lost and mourned and pulled through together . Never one without the other.
Two halves of a whole, because the other made them so.
“It’s going to go stale at this rate, Kakashi! Come on!” Obito huffed, pointing his fork at him threateningly.
“…Sorry.” He murmured, slicing into the cake the other had been kind enough to bring him.
Kind enough to not only remember his birthday, but to intend to celebrate it with him. Because Obito was always kind, unlike him. Someone admirable who should have survived. Who should have been here to lead the new generations.
Not Kakashi, who was just upholding ideals that weren’t even originally his own. Regardless if he may live by them himself now, it wasn’t the same.
He flinched with a sudden pain erupted from his forehead, clapping his hand over the point before fixing the other with a confused look. Having just been flicked without an ounce of hesitation.
“Hey- what was that for?” Kakashi grunted, rubbing tenderly at his flesh.
Surprised by how much it had actually hurt.
“Because you keep doing that thing where you get lost in thought! Eat your cake already, it’s frustrating to see you go to take a bite only to lower it back to your plate!” Frustration coating every word, his temper still somewhat there even if it had clearly mellowed.
Kakashi offered another apology, ducking when the other looked just about ready to smack him when he sat there for just a moment too long without actually taking a bite still. Shoveling it quickly into his mouth and pausing as the taste registered.
He was right, even with his aversion to sweets, he liked the cake.
So much so he was shockingly woofing it down and getting himself another slice, startling a laugh out of the other.
“Don’t rush, it’s not going anywhere- Did you even eat anything today, or did I just give you cake for your first meal of the day? I mean, not a bad thing in my opinion, it is your birthday .” Obito snorted.
Honestly, he couldn’t remember what he had eaten prior, if anything. So he chose to just nod enthusiastically as he smiled around another bite of cake, feeling a bit lighter now that he had effectively fallen deeper into whatever illusion he was in. Deciding to just enjoy it. To have a taste of possibility and savor it rather than mourn.
Soft, sweet, and delicious. Just like his cake.
He chuckled when Obito took a napkin to his face after he ended up getting a bit of cream on it, especially his nose. Having resorted to licking his plate clean like a fool at one point, but it was worth it with the loud laugh it got out of the other, even if it devolved quickly into him hacking a lung.
They laughed a lot over the course of his little celebration, he found. Any little thing setting either of them off, like just being with one another made them both incredibly content.
Even when they were putting things away, washing dishes and flicking water at one another, the space that served as Kakashi’s home was never quiet.
It was nice.
But he couldn’t help but feel off balance when the other just about walked him backwards to his room towards the end of the day. Crowding into his space with a look of mischief and heat that had his stomach doing flips. Confused by the shift in demeanor and not sure how to react to it.
Kakashi wasn’t sure what to do when the backs of his legs eventually met the side of his bed, struggling to keep upright only for a hand softly pressing on his chest to be what got him dropping. Sitting on the edge and staring up at the other nervously.
“…Obito?”
“ You didn’t think the cake was the only gift I had for you, did you?” Words that had Kakashi’s heart in his throat when the other started to press him onto his back. Caging him in with a sly smile as he took in how embarrassed he was getting.
It looked like it was taking everything in his power not to tease him.
Honestly he’d feel better if he did- Make him feel like he had a real reason to act so flustered when Obito had barely even done anything.
Barely done what, though?
When lips softly pecked his, he couldn’t hold back the strangled sound it triggered. Quickly pulling his hands to cover his face before rolling onto his side. Feeling ridiculous as he curled up into a ball, turning into something shy all over one chaste little kiss.
But that kiss was still a kiss. A kiss from Obito. Something that confused him.
Yet it didn’t seem out of the ordinary at all.
Not with how hands roamed up his sides with such confidence before carefully seizing his wrists. Pulling his hands away to reveal such a soft smile waiting on the other side for him, Obito pressing their lips together once more. Hovering over them as he locked their eyes together.
His sharingan swirling. Like he wanted to commit this to memory. Pulling Kakashi’s headband away from his eye as though he wanted him to do the same. It caused his attention to lock on to the other once he felt the familiar drain of his chakra, unable to deny his whims when he was being so soft. Part of him ready to accept whatever ‘gift’ he was about to receive.
“ How do you want it?” Obito hummed, his voice thick and sweet like honey.
Kakashi flushed, ready to hide his face away again over the implication, but a returning grip to his wrists prevented him from doing so.
“I- Uhm- I don’t know-“ he choked out, unable to meet the other’s eye all at once.
Unsure how to respond in this situation at all. Going from something so sweet and fun to- to this- Something that had him lost. Having never considered Obito in this way before-
A well placed kiss to his ear had his thoughts immediately scramble, hiking his leg up in response as something wet and warm suddenly began to graze his shell . Tongue. Licking, kissing, and biting without any intent to be quiet about any of it. Especially when his lobe got nibbled on and swirled around in Obito’s mouth.
Uncomfortably and humiliatingly covering his whole ear in saliva.
But it did wonders with working him up. His ears always having been one of his lesser known weak spots. Something Obito was taking advantage of as though he was completely and totally aware of that fact, rubbing his other ear between index and thumb as he was. Diligent in giving them both plenty of love, working a soft sight out of Kakashi in the process that was well received.
“ Come on Kakashi… I’ll do pretty much anything… Though, if you suggest recreating anything from those awful books of yours, birthday or not, that’s a no.” Obito chuckled, taking to lightly biting his cheek when he refused to give an immediate reply, getting him to jump out of his skin.
“You- don’t just bite me like that… I don’t- I don’t know what to say, Obito, I- we’ve never- so I- how do I-“ Kakashi swallowed roughly, feeling like a fool with how much he was rambling.
“Then I’ll give you some options to select from… Do you prefer to be on top, or would you like me to be? I could always just give you one hell of a blowjob if you don’t want to go all the way.” The other gave a mischievous smile, making a rather vulgar gesture with his hand and mouth as he relayed the last part.
Kakashi was at a loss for words with the other’s forwardness, stammering over the display he just witnessed to top it all off.
More than anything, he was confused. Reality and illusion were so heavily blended by this point that even if he felt the man before him was acting somewhat uncharacteristic, it wasn’t enough for him to snap out of it. Like someone had destroyed his alarm bells and kept thickening the fog. Taking him further into his dream until he truly couldn’t differentiate anything anymore.
It seemed his lack of decision making led Obito to make a choice for him. Watching as he began to strip his shirt off right above him, before pulling Kakashi by his collar to sit up and do the same. Keeping up that same sly look the whole time he took the initiative.
He couldn’t stop swallowing every few seconds, not sure what to do with himself. Where to look, where to keep his hands- Hesitant to even breathe.
Then Obito started to work his pants off, causing Kakashi to freeze when he ended up exposing himself in the process. Staring down the hardened length that bobbed free, already leaking pre despite the fact he hadn’t received any form of stimulation himself.
Had kissing him and giving his ears attention really been enough to get him that hard?
He was big too, blessed with both length and girth. The damn thing was too heavy to properly stand up all the way, immediately causing all sorts of filthy thoughts to cross Kakashi’s mind. Thoughts like: What he wanted to do with it as well as what he wanted it to do to him.
“Keep staring that hard and I’ll assume you want to suck me.”
Kakashi let out a stuttered breath, wide eyes flying up to meet a singular crimson orb that widened in return.
“ Oh… You do, don’t you? Come here, then… You’re barely talking anyways, so you clearly don’t need your mouth right now.” Obito grinned, pointing at the space between his legs after he quickly ripped Kakashi’s pants off too.
Leaving them both completely exposed.
He silently followed the finger down from the bed, sinking to his knees with a small wince, the wooden floor not that kind to him.
Hot flesh smacked against his cheek without warning, a startling sensation that caused him to jolt only to freeze when he went to shoot a glare at the offending length. Feeling himself start to involuntarily salivate as he got such an up close and personal look at the thick cock he was about to stick in his mouth, tracing a vein with his eyes and allowing himself to commit it to memory.
Kakashi hadn’t even said a word before opening up eagerly for it, getting a rather devious chuckle from Obito in response that did something odd to the back of his mind. Grazing that single wire that was barely hanging on, trying to tell him this wasn’t real.
It didn’t matter, however, because that feeling dissipated when he was given what he wanted. Humming when a weeping head pressed itself against the flat of his tongue, getting him to start lapping at it hungrily, keeping his hands to himself the whole time, neglecting his own length. Something telling him Obito would be more impressed if he did.
He would be content with just sucking him off anyways.
A deep hum resounded from Obito as he regarded him. “ You couldn’t give me a straightforward answer, yet look at you- You look like you were starved for my cock, Kakashi… Does the birthday boy actually want to get railed too, perhaps?”
He nodded before taking salted flesh deep into his throat, moaning around the feeling as well as the taste. His earlier bashfulness slowly melting away in the face of how hot and bothered he was getting.
Fuck, he could get used to this.
It helped when a hand found its way into his hair, petting through it tenderly as he went to town. Messy and loud as he gave his full effort to Obito’s length, drool beginning to dribble down his chin and hit his legs. Moaning despite the fact he wasn’t being stimulated at all.
Blissed over something so simple. He was even rocking himself against nothing, digging his fingers into the meat of his thighs with how desperate he was getting. Would Obito actually fuck him? They had already gone this far, so was it really so odd if they took it all the way? He wanted it so bad it was honestly embarrassing, sure his thoughts were obvious with how he was acting.
“ Goodness… Just like with your cake- You don’t need to be in such a rush, it’s not going anywhere…” Obito groaned, taking a fistful of silver if only to urge him to slow down.
Kakashi merely whined, flicking his eyes up as he was forced to sink down far more slowly than he’d like. Pleading for the other to let him have his freedom to move how he wanted again by not only showing off how well he could get himself to base, but also holding himself there. Pleased with the small curse that was uttered in response to his actions before he was being pulled off entirely, much to his surprise.
“Why-“
“On the bed.”
The level of authority in Obito’s voice got him to shudder, quick to scramble from his place and onto the bed, just like he was asked.
It was shocking how fast he threw off embarrassment all because he got worked up like it was no one’s business. The more chaste and subtle foreplay that had started it all having been harder for him to handle, but when it came to bare flesh and making use of it, it was easier for him to digest.
Carnal desires always had been simpler than feelings for him, if he stopped to think about it.
Except there was no reason to think when he was being forced to lay flat on his stomach. Cool, slick digits grazing his entrance and getting him to jolt, telling him the other had just gone through his desk and found his lube. Obito apparently too impatient to at the very least warm it up first.
Too impatient to really take his time preparing him in general. His fingers working him quick and with little care, earning all sorts of heavy breaths from Kakashi as he grimaced over the sloppy prep work.
“You could stand to be a little more vocal for me, Kakashi… Talk to me.” The other sighed, sounding somewhat frustrated.
A mistake of a request on his part.
“ You’re terrible at this. Have you ever actually prepared someone before, or are you just that desperate to bury your cock in me?” Kakashi shot over his shoulder.
“Oh, so are you saying the genius Kakashi Hatake is a pro when it comes to this, too? I’m also not the one who was sucking cock like I needed it to survive just moments ago.” Obito returned, offering a quick slap to a pale ass that had Kakashi yelping.
He was about to come back with another response only to find himself rolled onto his back. A bottle of lube being pressed into his face all at once.
“ Show me how it’s done, if I’m so ‘bad’ at it.”
Kakashi could feel him start to sweat at that point, nervously accepting the bottle. Regretting his words ever so slightly now that they had landed him where he was, but he decided to give the other a challenging glare. Keeping that eye contact as he poured a generous amount of lube into his hand.
Putting on a show by warming it up before doing anything else. Letting it get all over his hand and spreading his fingers apart to let it web between them, the other’s gaze locked onto every little motion. Making him feel self conscious about what he was doing.
He wasn’t a stranger to fingering himself, having done it plenty of times before, sure. Fingering himself in front of someone else, however? New territory. He was unable to just ignore the other’s existence while he did it either, considering he had chosen to look straight at him. Circling his entrance before carefully inserting a single digit to start. Noticing how Obito not only watched the motion, but started to stroke himself as he waited.
Now Kakashi found himself being the one to get impatient, choosing to call himself done after just two fingers, sure he was slicked up and relaxed enough to take the other, only for a slight bit of hesitation when he considered the other’s size to force him to act.
He accidentally ended up surprising Obito by making the decision to squirt some lube directly onto his length without warning, getting him to coat himself generously. Accidentally causing a mess with how much excess was dripping off. His eyes tracing the motion of his hand with fascination for a few moments before he spread his legs wide. Signaling that he was otherwise ready.
“Here I thought you were about to put on this whole show of taking your time and teasing me… Eager, much?” The other hummed, dragging Kakashi closer to the edge of the bed before starting to line himself up without much more communication on the matter.
Holding a hungry look that seemed somewhat out of place on his face.
Plucking the wire again.
“ You’re the one who was adamant on something sexual for a birthday gift… Are you sure this isn’t just for you?” Kakashi sighed out, only for his breath to catch when he started to be breached.
“ Why can’t it be for both of us? You clearly don’t mind… Or do you have something to say before we go any further?” Obito quirked an eyebrow, pulling away all at once. Teasing the head of his cock over Kakashi’s entrance as he waited for a response.
He was going to play unfair, it seemed, but Kakashi was too eager to play stubborn at the moment.
“No, I- I don’t, so… Please just Keep going…?” He pretty much whispered, feeling his face heat up over the request he dared to utter.
Thankfully, Obito didn’t tease him on it, but the quick kiss he leaned in to press to his lips certainly made him want to curl up and hide. An action the other did so simply, as if it was common for them to kiss usually. Like there was something more between them.
Was there, here? Where even was here? He felt like he was forgetting something.
Such thoughts were only put on the backburner when Obito finished what he had previously started, sinking into him in one smooth motion. Making him scramble for purchase at his shoulders when their hips became flush, feeling like all the air had been knocked out of him despite the fact the other hadn’t even been that rough with him in the process. He was just so full.
“Breathe, Kakashi. Stay relaxed for me…”
Kakashi could only nod dumbly in response, releasing a particularly heavy breath when Obito proceeded to draw him even closer, their foreheads pressed together as he slowly started to pull back out.
Rocking into his heat carefully, but still drawing a stuttered sound out of him with ease when he grazed his prostate. Getting him embarrassed over every randomly placed kiss that found his face. Nose. Cheek. Eye. Done without any real warning and causing him to tense up with each one. Sprinkled affections that made his chest tight.
He knew that his whole face had to be red at this point, especially when he saw what a pleased expression the other had. It was somewhat humiliating for him, sweet as it all was, being exposed and treated in such a soft manner doing a number of damage on him mentally. Has he always been so fragile? It was ridiculous.
But not as ridiculous as the sounds he was starting to make as Obito picked up the pace, finally releasing his wrists in favor of splaying his hand out beside his head.
Kakashi could see the sweat start to build on his skin, watching as his face morphed into something less composed. Losing his rhythm the longer they went on and turning into something far more sloppy, just like when he tried to prep him. Always so impatient.
Evident he was really enjoying himself with guttural moan that left him.
“...Feels good?” He dumbly asked, not sure if he just wanted the verbal confirmation, or if he lost his way during an attempt to tease the other.
“Fuck do you think, Kakashi? I’m about to come in you at this rate-” Obito rasped, looking baffled that he would ask such a thing.
“ Will you?” Kakashi couldn’t help but ask, sounding desperate over the prospect. Clamping his hand over his mouth in shame.
Obito may have joked about him wanting to play out one of his Icha Icha, but hell if that was something he could do. He’d get one line in or something like that and immediately crumble under the weight of it, just getting the few words he had so far out enough to kill him on the spot.
“Of course I will.” A scoffed response he hadn’t expected at all.
Honestly, he sounded arrogant.
Obito was so sure of himself Kakashi wanted to smack him over it, but he didn’t, because he was too busy throwing his head back when he found himself the recipient of some especially rough thrusts. Turning into something far louder than before to the point he worried about anyone outside hearing him.
It was like his brain had turned to mush, the only thing coherent he could suddenly get out being the other’s name. A consistent string of ‘Obito’ slipping out over and over and getting him the biggest smile in response, kissed and fucked stupid simultaneously, struggling to get a good lung of air through it all. Climbing higher and higher to his peak and slowly becoming unintelligible due to it.
He was being folded in half and dominated.
At that point, he didn’t care what came out of his mouth anymore.
“Oh- Please. Please, please- just like that- More- More.” Kakashi begged, biting his own hand with a flurry of sounds when his sweet spot started to be nailed relentlessly.
“ If only you had been that straight forward from the start.” The other grunted.
Obito started treating him shockingly rough, Kakashi choking and sobbing through the experience. Tightening his arms around the other’s neck to urge him on, finding that he didn’t mind being fucked so hard, the sounds that the other was starting to make having it entirely worth it. Wanting to hear them just as much as he wanted his release.
Wanting. Wanting. Wanting.
And Obito kept giving, every single time.
The wire long since snapped.
Kakashi was left convulsing with the orgasm that hit, clawing at anything he could reach, which mainly consisted of Obito. His nails catching against his skin and leaving a series of long scratches or crescent indentations when he managed to keep them there. Listening to the other chuckle at him for his scrambling only to turn into a mess of his own pleasure after not too much longer, chasing his release greedily and having Kakashi all the louder with it. Sure he was about to break him if that’s what it took to get it.
He was relieved when the length inside him finally hilted one last time, spilling inside of him as Obito let out a groan right beside his ear. His heart pounding hard and breaths coming out ragged.
Blissed.
But now a sweaty mess that had him grimacing once he started to come down from it all.
“Happy Bir-”
This time Kakashi did smack him, having the other buried in his ass with his spend then told such a thing absolutely not what he wanted to end up hearing.
It was odd, though, watching Obito pull free and take to tend to him once they were done. Listening to the other hum a happy little tune as he cleaned him up and adjusted him in the bed, as though he intended to tuck him in for the night, only to realize that was precisely what he seemed to want to do.
Except he was climbing into the bed with him too.
It made his face feel unbelievably warm yet again, starting to tire of the feeling, but this time it was at least easier to have his forehead kissed. Expectant of more to come, but still thrown for a loop by them. Shying away when an arm secured him by the waist and pulled him close.
Snuggling him to sleep. Which worked far better than Kakashi would ever like to admit. Letting his eyelids droop and stay closed when they began to feel heavy with each press of lips or graze of fingers down his back. Feeling far better than he had in a long time.
Cake. Sex. And Obito. Three very odd things to put in the same sentence, but also not so far fetched at all.
Kakashi enjoyed his dream while he had it, warm and cuddled up in bed with the other as he was.
Unaware of the gloved hand that was actually stroking his body over and over, or the orange masked face that was looking over him as he slept. Sharingan swirling round and round.
The Obito that Kakashi thought he was seeing and the one he actually had two very different entities. A nice little ‘what-if’ scenario that had been constructed for him lovingly. Something that Obito wished to give him more of, come the future. Something permanent.
In time, he would bring him there. To their endless dream.
For now though, he could at least give him this.
“… Happy birthday, Kakashi.”