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Silver hair drifted to the tiled floor with each snip of the scissors, Obito’s hand steady as he trimmed where it curled at Kakashi’s nape. Every drag of his fingers through his partner’s hair had the younger man’s breath faltering but Obito feigned ignorance as he cut each new handful, holding the tendrils tight so they poked between the gaps of his fingers.
Pain had liked Kakashi’s hair long, so the months of captivity left it shaggy and tangled at the ends.
Each snip brought his partner back to the man he remembered as Obito’s bathroom floor consumed the soft hair that he’d surely end up finding in crevices weeks later.
“Good thing you’re a cop and not a hairdresser,” Kakashi grinned at him through the mirror, perched on a wooden stool in front of the sink. The older man set the scissors down on the counter with a grunt, shaking his partner’s hair out so that any stray pieces would float to join the mess on the floor.
Satisfied, he used his foot to twist Kakashi’s stool around so the younger detective was facing him, head tilting to stare up at Obito from his seat.
“I think it looks good,” Obito planted his hands on either side of Kakashi, palms digging into the edge of the counter, the stool squeaking as it was shoved even further back against the sink.
Kakashi could make anything look good, especially with that painfully pretty smile on his face. After so many months of seeing tears and listlessness from his partner, Obito was soaking up every smile he could get.
After all, Kakashi’s smile made everything feel okay.
“I look good,” Kakashi sniffed, cheeky in a way that made Obito want to kiss him senseless. “The haircut is subpar at best.”
Obito chuckled. This was almost what he wanted for them - somewhere they’d be safe enough that Kakashi could be his old self, full of trouble and teasing remarks, without having to glance over his shoulder every few minutes. But, while Obito’s apartment made due for a temporary hideout, they’d have to leave eventually.
His heart crumbled ever so slightly when Kakashi nervously glanced out of the bathroom after the fridge’s icebox decided to sputter some cubes out into the tray.
Not safe enough, yet.
He’d barely registered what had happened over the last few days, from the moment they’d left the villa, with Kakashi draped over his back. He was sure the countless bodies of guards and officers alike were still strewn over the entire property, but they’d essentially reached a stalemate.
After they’d killed all of the Akatsuki’s guards and the remaining members, Hashirama had attempted to turn more than a few of his officers on their comrade; it’d been difficult, but knowing they’d go after Kakashi once they were done with him had given Obito the strength to shoot his fellow officers before they’d even raised their weapons.
Which was what Hashirama had wanted — he’d cornered Obito in what had once been the detective’s bedroom at the villa, listing off all of the charges he could’ve placed against the two of them, especially Obito. Slaughtering his comrades wouldn’t have been taken lightly in any court, no matter the circumstances.
But Obito knew how to play Hashirama’s game. In return, he’d unearthed the files and letters that he’d kicked beneath the bed days prior to their escape, having forgotten to pack them into the evidence bag they’d taken to the station, which had surely been destroyed already. The picture showing his relationship with Pain and the chilling paper trail had left the Chief in a panic, wordless for once in his life.
Obito had been desperate to find his partner, so he’d taken the first offer Hashirama had given him — the Chief would let them all go, Itachi included, so long as they disposed of the evidence and took their knowledge to the grave to keep his image spotless.
A fine enough deal for Obito. He hadn’t been planning on going the lawful route with Chief Senju, anyways. He’d give the man a suitable punishment, once they were back on their feet.
Afterwards, when he’d shoved past Hashirama to find Kakashi, his hatred for the Chief had returned tenfold. The sight of his partner, standing numbly by Pain’s corpse and the towering magnolia, had sent the older detective spiraling into a pit of rage and sorrow — he never wanted Kakashi to leave his side like that ever again, running off to a place where Obito couldn’t protect him.
Kakashi had slept for hours against Obito’s chest and the bark of the magnolia had dug into the detective’s blood soaked body. Throughout it all, he’d remained alert, watching over his partner even as exhaustion ate at his very core as well.
When Itachi had found them, it’d been over. The remaining reinforcements had fled with Hashirama and the villa had been abandoned once more. This time around, the only souls present truly were the three of them.
And Hashirama’s victims, who they had yet to find. Obito sighed.
Itachi was still at the villa, searching for them. Searching for his brother.
Part of Obito had wanted to assist the young assassin, but his main focus was on Kakashi and his well-being, and his partner needed rest. So they’d spent the next few days locked up in Obito’s apartment, with Kakashi sleeping deep into the evenings and Obito wide-awake as he thought of plan after plan.
They were somewhat free, but they’d never find true peace until Hashirama and the rest of the individuals responsible for that mission had been given what they deserved.
Obito also knew the Chief — the man wouldn’t keep his promise, and until he was dead, their lives would be in danger each passing day.
Soft fingers brushed over Obito’s scarred face, drawing him out of the reverie.
“Don’t think too hard,” Kakashi teased, nudging at Obito’s chest so he’d step back, giving the younger detective room to stand and stretch his arms above his head. “There’s only so many brain cells you can spare.”
“Are you trying to piss me off?” Obito snorted, following his partner out of the bathroom and brushing a few stray tendrils of silver hair from the younger man’s shoulders before Kakashi flopped face first onto his bed. His borrowed t-shirt rode up, exposing the soft, bruised skin beneath, which had mostly yellowed by now.
“Nope,” Kakashi buried his face into one of the pillows, toes wriggling with comfort and Obito wanted to keep him like this forever, tucked away from the world so that he could be this carefree for the rest of his life. Where no one could ever take him away from Obito again. “I just think, maybe, if you tell me what’s going on in your head, I could spare you some of mine.”
Obito sat on the bed beside his partner’s sprawled limbs, back against the headboard. Calloused fingers drummed over his thigh as he thought of how to approach the topic.
“Okay,” Kakashi lifted his face from the pillow. “You only do that when you’re really overthinking, like when we had to pass the agility test. Spill.”
Academy days — Obito didn’t miss them.
“We can’t stay here, not with Hashirama on our backs,” Obito began, carefully. Kakashi just looked so much like his old self in the comfort of the apartment that the older detective hated even bringing it up. “But we can’t go far, not unless we want him to get away with it.”
The trafficking, which they both struggled to acknowledge out loud.
The implications hung heavily in the air. There was truly only one place that remained, even if it hadn’t been left in the best state.
“The villa,” Kakashi murmured, voice small as his cheek sank into the pillow. Obito’s heart twisted with agony. Fuck, he hated seeing that look on his partner’s face. The frightened flash in his eyes before he shoved it down and replaced it with a look of neutrality.
Pain was dead, but the memories still lived on in those walls and Kakashi’s mind.
“I can find you someplace safe until I deal with him,” Obito rushed to offer, even if he despised the thought of separating himself from his partner — no matter how secluded a place he found for the younger detective, nothing would be as good as keeping him by Obito’s side. “You don’t have to go back.”
Over the last few days, Kakashi hadn’t spoken a word about what had happened that night with Pain.
“He said he left me a legacy, I’m still not sure what he meant,” Kakashi inched closer, tucking himself into Obito’s side. “But I know the villa best, so you need me there.”
Obito grabbed the hand that laid on his chest, touching the knuckles to his forehead, then his lips.
“I’ll figure it out,” the older detective mumbled as Kakashi tossed a leg over his hips, straddling him in the laziest way possible. “What I need is for you to feel safe, so tell me what you want.”
Kakashi’s weight shifted to properly settle over Obito’s lap, palms flat on the older man’s chest.
“Pain’s dead, so there’s nothing to be afraid of,” Kakashi sounded like he was trying to convince himself more than Obito. “It’s just a villa.”
Warm hands rested over Kakashi’s waist as the younger man pitched forward so his face was buried in the crook of Obito’s neck. The older detective could feel the words murmured against his skin, but wasn’t able to understand a single thing.
“What was that?” Obito was tempted to sneak his fingers under Kakashi’s shirt but after all that had happened, he only felt comfortable letting his partner set the pace. “I couldn’t hear you.”
“I said,” Kakashi’s cheeks were slightly red as he pulled back, tugging at the neck of Obito’s t-shirt. “I feel safe around you, so I want to be wherever you are. Doesn’t matter if it’s that stupid villa, so long as you’re there.” The flush deepened.
Obito’s heart exploded with warmth. Kakashi had seen him covered in blood and gore but somehow still felt safest around him. He’d seen Obito at his worst and would be returning to that wretched villa, but still wanted to be by his side.
He could tell that Kakashi felt nervous, the blush creeping further along his neck as he stared down at the blanket like it was the most interesting thing in the room. Obito fought a smile as he lightly squeezed at his partner’s hips, but even that didn’t draw the younger man’s attention back.
“Look at me,” Obito hummed, voice dropping an octave just so he could feel Kakashi shiver on his lap. Hesitantly, dark eyes lifted to meet the older detective’s gaze.
Obito’s head spun with the look in Kakashi’s eyes, full of want but laced with something sweeter. His hand slipped underneath the back of his partner’s shirt, a roughened palm sliding gently over bruised skin.
It was addicting, being able to touch Kakashi without worrying about their lives or thinking about the consequences if they were caught. Here, he was able to touch every inch of the younger man’s skin without hesitation.
Kakashi leaned forward and kissed him, fingers lacing behind Obito’s head to keep him steady.
Satisfied that this was what his partner wanted, both of Obito’s hands slid to Kakashi’s front, brushing up the soft skin of his abdomen to his chest. He gently traced over the younger detective’s ribs, swallowing Kakashi’s quiet moan as his thumbs rubbed over hard nipples. Kakashi arched into his touch and Obito broke their kiss, mouth nearly watering.
His partner was so responsive.
Before, everything had been so rushed that he’d never had the chance to truly explore Kakashi’s body, but now —
“Baby,” Obito held the hem of Kakashi’s shirt, lifting his brows. Asking. If all his partner wanted to do was kiss before going to bed, then he’d stop without hesitation.
Kakashi’s dazed nod gave him exactly what he’d been waiting for.
The shirt fell to the floor and Obito took in Kakashi’s mussed hair and the flush that had spread down his chest. He took his time, staring at his partner’s body as his hands roamed over every spatter of light freckles and the mole above his right hip.
Obito’s hands crept underneath the legs of Kakashi’s cotton shorts, fingers sinking into his thighs as he sucked a mark over his partner’s collarbone. He pulled back to admire the imprint of his teeth and the way the flesh was already beginning to darken.
He noticed that Kakashi had now found a strong interest in the wall behind the headboard, eyes locked on a chipped strip of paint as he bit back another moan.
“I’ve already told you once,” he nosed at the heated skin of Kakashi’s flushed neck, dragging his tongue over his partner’s pulse. “Keep your eyes on me.”
Immediately, Kakashi’s hips twitched against his lap. Obito nearly grinned.
“Please,” Kakashi’s fingers wrapped around his wrist and tried to tug his hand from where it was roaming over pale skin down to where his cock was obviously hard in his shorts. “Touch me.”
“I am touching you, baby,” Obito cooed, allowing his knuckles to brush over Kakashi’s cock with barely any friction, drawing a frustrated huff from his partner. His hands returned to Kakashi’s bare chest as he kissed down his sternum, nuzzling into the skin before turning his cheek so that his breath fanned out over the younger man’s nipple.
Kakashi shivered, grinding down on Obito’s lap, right over his hard cock. He plucked at the nipple, rolling it between his fingers before wrapping his arms around the younger man’s waist to tug him impossibly closer. His head dipped to suck at Kakashi’s nipple, teasing it with a slight graze of his teeth when his partner’s hands fisted in his hair, as if to keep him there.
Obito bit down, stilling another jerk of Kakashi’s hips with his tight hold as he pulled back to take a look at his work. He could tell it took a lot of self control for his partner to keep from rocking his hips back and forth as Obito tugged at his abused, spit-slick nipple. He turned his attention to the other one, licking over the nub as his hands slid down the younger man’s back and past the waistband of his shorts to grab his ass. Obito brushed a kiss over the nipple before using his hold to rock Kakashi against him, lifting his head to meet his partner’s gaze, those dark eyes having never left him once.
“Mm, you like being good for me?” Obito nuzzled at Kakashi’s jaw, nipping at the skin there. Kakashi’s enthusiastic nod and his owlishly wide eyes made heat bloom through the older detective’s chest and across his flesh. “Such a good boy,” he bit back a groan when Kakashi’s ass settled snugly against his dick. “How do you want it? Tell me.”
Kakashi blinked a few times, as if to dissipate the fog.
“I want you over me,” he tugged at Obito’s shoulder once the older man had stripped his own shirt off, encouraging him to roll them over. Obito hesitated.
“But your back,” the older detective began, heart panging fondly as he watched Kakashi clumsily wiggle out of his shorts. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
It would be better if Kakashi stayed on top, so he could control the pace - otherwise, Obito was worried he wouldn’t be able to keep himself from getting a little rough. He was trying to fix that part of himself, but this was still an uncharted world that he’d yet to fully understand. The softer side of him.
Kakashi stared at him, and as if he could sense Obito’s doubts, he grinned.
“You just want me to do all the work,” the younger detective huffed, laying flat against the pillows as Obito joined him, with only bare skin between them. “Can’t believe you had the nerve to call me the lazy one.”
Obito felt like the air had been suckerpunched out of his lungs, seeing the pretty curve of Kakashi’s eyes strengthen with his smile. He situated himself between Kakashi’s legs, hands roaming over the silky skin of his thighs but his gaze was stuck on the way his partner’s hair had fanned out over the pillows.
“Cute,” Obito murmured, lifting one of Kakashi’s legs to settle it over his shoulder so he could kiss the side of his knee. He’d meant to keep the thought to himself, but he was glad he hadn’t, watching as the teasing smile on Kakashi’s face was replaced with a shyer one. A sort of smile Obito had yet to see until now.
He slid his hands to the crook of Kakashi’s knees, using his hold on them to push the younger man’s legs towards his chest, exposing him completely. Obito stared - hungrily, possessively. All his.
“Hold them open,” he hummed, pleased when Kakashi immediately replaced Obito’s hands with his own, keeping his legs spread and vulnerable. “Yeah, just like that.”
(There was a part of him that wanted to fold Kakashi in half; to fuck him in this very same position, but he knew his partner’s back was in no state for any of that.)
Instead, Obito lowered himself so he was belly down between Kakashi’s spread legs, his big hands spreading his partner’s cheeks even further.
The first broad lick over Kakashi’s hole had the younger detective squirming, nearly losing his hold on his leg, heel knocking against Obito’s shoulder. The older man gave him a look from between his legs before returning to the task at hand - eating Kakashi out like a man half-starved.
Kakashi’s sounds made his blood boil.
He pulled back to admire that tight, shining hole, giving it one last lick before reaching for the lube that Kakashi had pulled out while Obito had been getting undressed. He drizzled some over his fingers, warming it slightly before sinking the first into Kakashi, slowly pumping the digit in and out as he sucked another mark onto his inner thigh.
When he added a second, Kakashi’s thighs trembled as Obito twisted and crooked the fingers thrusting into his hole; Kakashi gave up on holding his legs and opted to fist his hands in Obito’s dark hair instead. Kakashi’s heels dug into the older man’s back as he squeezed a third in, merciless as he fucked his fingers against his partner’s prostate, a thick strand of precum dripping from Kakashi’s cock to pool beneath his navel.
His pinky teased Kakashi’s stretched rim right as he took the head of his partner’s cock into his mouth.
“A-Ah,” Kakashi’s back arched, tight as a bow, as he tugged at Obito’s hair. His thighs squeezed the older man’s head, and Obito felt the way he clenched around his fingers as he tried to decide between thrusting up or rocking back down.
When he felt Kakashi getting close, obvious from the way his thighs kept squeezing tighter and how he fucked himself down on Obito’s fingers, the older detective pulled off, pressing a kiss to the mole over Kakashi’s hip before sliding his fingers out as well.
Kakashi stared at him, petulant. Impatient. Borderline bratty.
“Keep lookin’ at me like that, baby,” Obito raised a brow as he grabbed the lube to spread some over his cock, taking his sweet time as Kakashi watched the way his fist moved up and down. “And I’ll have to fuck you ‘til you can’t walk.”
“You act like that’s a threat,” Kakashi reached for the older man as he settled on his knees between those spread thighs, and tossed his arms around Obito’s neck to bring them nose to nose.
Staring down at Kakashi like this, with those long legs tightening around his waist and his cock just waiting to sink into that slick warmth - it did things to him. For some reason, knowing he was about to fuck his partner in the most comfortable, regular way - as opposed to a quick fuck against the wall while a guard walked by or angrily pounding into him in the back of the cruiser - had Obito harder than he’d ever been before.
It was odd, but maybe it had to do with the way Kakashi nuzzled into the side of his face, peppering sweet little kisses over the scars on his cheek.
He turned his face so that the next kiss Kakashi had intended for his cheek landed on his lips instead. The pink that tinged Kakashi’s cheeks was endearing — so shy, as if he wasn’t seconds away from being fucked into the mattress.
“I—” Obito hesitated. He’d never been good at things like this, and having his life threatened for months straight hadn’t exactly given him much time to work on expressing his emotions.
Kakashi flashed him another one of those eye-smiles, this time kissing the corner of his mouth.
“I know,” he whispered, and that incapacitating warmth filled Obito’s chest again, spurring him back into action as he pressed the tip of his cock against Kakashi’s slick hole. Compared to every other time that they’d had to use spit as a substitute, the wet feeling around Obito’s dick had his soul falling apart, every nerve alight as he carefully moved his hips.
Kakashi’s hands left Obito’s neck to reach over his own head, palms flat against the headboard to keep himself from sliding up as Obito began to fuck him, slow but powerful thrusts that had the younger man’s body tightening around him. Obito straightened once he was sure his partner had adjusted — those wheezed breaths becoming overwhelmed whimpers — and grabbed Kakashi’s hips, thrusting hard enough that each slap of their skin left a light tinge of red on the back of his partner’s thighs.
One hand still pressed against wood, Kakashi used the other to lightly drag his nails down Obito’s abdomen, drawing his attention but not slowing the rock of his hips.
“You can — hah — go-” Kakashi choked on his words when Obito shifted on his knees, slightly changing the angle and fucking straight into his prostate. His hand flailed a bit as he tried to get his point across.
Obito knew exactly what his partner wanted.
He grabbed the top of the headboard, using his other hand to dig his fingers into one of the thighs around his waist, keeping Kakashi steady.
Then, Obito gave it to him.
After all, that was what he did best when it came to Kakashi — giving him whatever he wanted.
He pounded into his partner, tearing pitched whimpers and whines from Kakashi as that thick cock split him open, eyes nearly rolling back from the force of it all. The headboard groaned beneath Obito’s grasp as he came to a sudden stop, buried deep in Kakashi as the younger man sucked in a shaky breath before staring up at him with frustration.
A slow roll of his hips had a few tears sliding down Kakashi’s cheeks. The only sort he ever wanted to see.
“Baby,” Obito hushed, releasing the headboard to bracket Kakashi’s head with his forearms, kissing the tears off of his skin. Perhaps he was being a little mean, hiding a smile when his partner tried to grind down on his cock, only to give up once he’d realized that he was getting nowhere.
Kakashi’s soft ‘please’ came out in a gasp as Obito draped over him, each lazy snap of his hips forcing him deeper and deeper into his partner. He nipped at the side of the younger man’s neck, lips ghosting over the mark as Kakashi struggled to find purchase on his back, palms slipping over thick muscles until he dug his nails into Obito’s shoulders after a particularly cruel thrust.
Maybe it was the feeling of muscle beneath his fingertips or the slow drag of Obito’s cock, but Kakashi let out a sob against his cheek, thighs gripping the older man’s waist in a vice as his cum splattered over his belly. No matter how badly he wanted to fuck Kakashi through his orgasm to reach his own, Obito didn’t want to overwhelm his partner, not when he was still healing.
Once Kakashi’s breathing had calmed, Obito slowly pulled out, his cock heavy, hard, and not at all ready to leave that welcoming heat. The younger detective stared up at him with hazy eyes, lifting his head so that their noses bumped before wrapping his fingers around Obito’s cock, the other hand fisting in the hair at the nape of the older man’s neck to drag him down for another messy kiss.
Kakashi’s hand was warm and he knew exactly how to twist his wrist on the way up, teasing the head with every pump of his fist. Obito grunted against his mouth, and he could feel the sleepy smile beginning to curl on his partner’s lips. That always meant trouble, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care when his mind was groggy from arousal and the taste of Kakashi’s lips, huffing when the younger man pulled back, giving Obito’s cock another firm squeeze.
“Cum on me?”
Obito’s mind promptly stopped working.
“Fuck,” he groaned, cum spilling between Kakashi’s fingertips to join the mess that had already been on his belly, some of it reaching his chest.
When Kakashi started licking the remaining cum from his fingers, Obito had no choice but to grab one of the pillows and shove it over his partner’s devious face.
Brat.
Kakashi had somehow ended up sprawled over his chest during the night, so when someone loudly pounded at the front door, Obito found himself jolting upright with a lapful of long limbs and a panicked Kakashi, his partner’s heart hammering beneath his hand.
Obito blearily glanced at the clock — which glowed with some ungodly hour — and gently guided Kakashi off of his lap, running a hand through that fluffy silver hair to provide him with some semblance of comfort before grabbing his discarded clothes from the floor.
The blanket pooled around Kakashi’s waist as he watched Obito get dressed, brows knitting nervously when the older detective grabbed his gun from the nightstand.
“Wait here,” Obito had a feeling that the person banging on his door wouldn’t have politely knocked before attempting to enter the apartment, so it put him slightly at ease. If there had been ill intentions, his door would’ve been off the hinges by now.
Wooden floorboards creaked beneath his bare feet as he flicked the safety off of his gun, peering through the peephole.
Outside, there stood Itachi, wringing his hands and looking younger than Obito had ever seen him, his hair free from its usual ponytail.
Obito opened the door, giving the younger a pointed look.
“You got a watch, kid?”
He grabbed Itachi’s shoulder and dragged him inside; the commotion had drawn Kakashi from the bedroom as well, haphazardly clothed. Leave it to his partner to not listen. Obito’s lips thinned out.
“Are you alright, Itachi?” Kakashi asked, voice soft as if the assassin was a skittish animal, and it was only then that Obito realized the kid looked like he’d seen a ghost.
Kakashi gently took Itachi by the elbow, guiding him to the couch to sit down. Obito crossed his arms over his chest as he watched Itachi attempt to recollect himself. After a few moments, he lifted his gaze to meet Obito’s.
“I found them,” he whispered, breathless.
And found them, he did.
Obito pressed his ear to the bolted metal doors and heard the shuffling of feet inside, along with faint voices. The warehouse that they’d been hidden in was at the outskirts of Pain’s land; Obito was shocked that Itachi had even been able to find it, with the way it was obscurely located and surrounded by dense vegetation.
He grabbed the four digit padlock that kept the door shut, frustrated. There were living beings suffering inside of that shelter and he needed to get them out.
Obito reached for his gun, only for Kakashi to grab his wrist, shaking his head.
“It won’t work, the bullets will just ricochet,” the younger detective lifted the lock and twisted the dials, trying various combinations.
Kakashi was right, of course. With the ballistics of his handgun, it would more likely lead to high velocity shrapnel than the metal lock breaking off. He looked at Itachi, who blankly stared at the solid metal door between them and the victims.
“We’ll get him out, Itachi,” Obito promised, but it felt heavy on his tongue. He was about to suggest searching for some bolt cutters when Kakashi made a triumphant noise, the lock opening in his palm as he stared down at it. Obito caught a quick glimpse of the digits — Pain’s old badge number.
Grabbing onto the rusted edge of the door, Obito planted his feet and used every ounce of strength he had to yank it open - fleetingly wondering how often Hashirama was checking on his victims - and let out a sigh of relief when it slowly creaked open.
The absolute stench of death came wafting out, as if bodies had been rotting inside for months.
Itachi let out a sob—
—and twenty pairs of eyes turned towards them.