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Kakashi would have preferred to meet somewhere away from civilization, so no one walked in on them or otherwise started getting any ideas about where his loyalties truly lay. But the worst of that particular danger had already passed, even if there was more of other kinds sure to come.
He still didn't have any idea what Obito was up to, after all.
But even in Fire Country, it was bitterly cold in the dead of winter, and for now, Kakashi was grateful that Obito had agreed to meet somewhere with a roof and four solid walls, and internal heating. He just hadn't expected it to be the Fire Daimyō's palace.
But that, in and of itself, was valuable intel. Wherever he was living now, whatever he was doing, Obito had accumulated a substantial amount of power to be invited to a soirée like this, celebrating the wedding of the daimyō's eldest son. Just the thought of it made the space between his shoulders itch.
When the Hokage's party finally made their way through the layers of security surrounding the palace, Kakashi lingered only just long enough for the Third to wave him off before he slipped into the crowd. As long as he kept his eyes respectfully lowered, no one would look twice at a demure, mousy attendant like Sukea was right now, even if he was almost ready to give birth.
Even hidden, he spotted Obito quickly, sitting still as a statue in the shadows up on the marble-floored mezzanine, away from all the movers and shakers on the main floor. He must have been here with someone who would report back to him and could be relied upon - or forced - to do so accurately, because he was more interested in surveying the main floor, making note of the attendees and the new arrivals, and ignoring the courtesans attempting to entertain him.
The instant Kakashi stepped out of the stairwell, the bright red Sharingan slid over to lock onto him, recording every microsecond of his approach through the curtain of Obito's long hair. He tried not to shiver at the way his gaze dragged down his body and lingered on the round swell of his stomach under his kimono, at most two weeks away from delivering their twins.
A dismissive flick of Obito's hand had the courtesans disappearing down the stairs Kakashi had just come up, looking for other clients, a few glaring jealously as they passed. The fact that there had been so many of them with Obito told Kakashi that he was there with someone very important or very powerful or both. But he didn't let that stop him from walking up to his ex-teammate and looking down at him as he finally relaxed in his chair.
"You killed Danzō."
"I did." He didn't even bother denying it, instead hooking his fingers under Kakashi's obi and tugging, forcing him to step even closer if he didn't want to end up retying it when he pulled it loose.
Kakashi grimaced but let Obito pull him down onto his lap, their twins cradled safe between them as he straddled his thighs. He had no choice but to lean in close to keep his balance, and tried not to do so more than necessary, no matter how much he wanted to soak up Obito's warmth. "Why?" he asked, ignoring the way those questing fingers slipped into the layers of his kimono.
Obito exhaled in amusement, a sharp smile curving his lips behind a cloth mask very like the one Kakashi himself usually wore. "You know why," he returned, the smooth, nail-less flesh of his right thumb rubbing over his moistening slit, teasing him by dipping between his folds before withdrawing again. "Sarutobi didn't let you see the body. Too worried about your condition, the fucking hypocrite. But you got in anyway, didn't you?"
Itachi had sneaked his very pregnant ANBU captain into the morgue when ordered to, yes, and Fugaku had simply turned a blind eye to Kakashi's henged form, grimly satisfied but also deeply furious with what had been waiting for them on the slab. "He was working with Orochimaru, wasn't he? He had to have been, to have the Shodai's cells, especially so refined." Nothing justified it, but that partially explained Tenzō and all the dead children the rogue Sannin had experimented on, at least.
Obito didn't respond aloud, but his eyelids lowered in satisfaction, leaning in to breathe hot over Kakashi's throat even through his mask, his right hand sliding a little deeper into his clothes to properly finger his cunt, as if rewarding his understanding. Kakashi tried not to arch into the curl of his fingers but knew he didn't succeed. It had been eight months since Obito had touched him - since anyone had touched him. But he had to focus. Konoha needed intel only Obito could give them. "But - hah - all those Sharingan… I don't understand. Why - ngh - why his arm? Not to see, there's no connection to the… the… occipital lobe… A - a dōjutsu special ability? But why… No, no - th-the Shodai's cells… They weren't just a convenient medium, were they? They were n-necessary for whatever Danzō was using those Sharingan f-for." Something that hadn't occurred to T&I yet, maybe, but it was clear that Obito knew more than any of them - certainly more than he was saying.
"You're genuinely intelligent, on top of being a genius," his ex-teammate murmured against the soft skin of his neck, sliding his fingers even deeper and leaning his body to one side so he could get even closer despite the fullness of Kakashi's womb. "I don't think even Itachi's figured that out yet. I hope you give at least some of those smarts to our children."
A leap of logic, maybe, but Kakashi's mind was all over the place with his belly so heavy and a hand in his hole. "Danzō threatened them, didn't he?" His hands curled to claws in the fine silk of Obito's kimono, yanking him in and baring sharper-than-human teeth on a snarl. Not his children! "Tell me!"
"He threatened them," Obito confirmed, pulling his mask down before dragging his tongue up the side of his neck, his fingers plunging in at the same pace, all the way to the last knuckle. So hot, so wet; Kakashi was sure that if his cunt wasn't dripping yet, it would be soon. "The Uchiha have been marginalized if not ostracized since the village was founded, thanks to that fucking asshole Senju Tobirama letting his own blind hate carry over into the new age and then infect his students. Senju Clan of love, my ass. The Uchiha were planning a coup to save themselves - might still be, but I'm not paying that much attention anymore - and Danzō was going to have Itachi genocide them to eliminate the threat to his power and steal more of the clan's eyes in the process. I agreed to help at first - until he asked me to kill you, too. Then I did a little more digging. He wanted steal your Sharingan to add to his collection, and then cut our children from your womb so he could raise them to be his brainwashed little ROOT agents. Perfectly loyal Uchihas, but only to him, and fresh eyes if he needed them."
Kakashi didn't ask how he had extracted that particular bit of intel. What was important was that he had. Just imagining their children as Danzō's slaves chilled him to the core, but lust and bloodlust both kept it from drying his cunt. Even if the Third had let him live far longer than he should have, Danzō was dead now, and all his plans with him. "He thought they were Itachi's?" Even though Itachi was only thirteen, it was the only thing that made sense. Why else ask Obito to do the deed, if Itachi was already involved?
"He did," Obito confirmed again, sliding a third finger into his hole, his own erection thick and hot, tenting his kimono under Kakashi's round belly. "I'm pretty sure everyone does. Or did, until you told Sarutobi about running into me."
He had thought he'd been hallucinating at first. Obito had been hooded and masked in that backwoods village in Water, not a single inch of visible skin, not a single identifiable feature - but the very first thing Kakashi had seen with his Sharingan was him, in his entirety, half-crushed under a boulder. He had memorized his friend's face and movements and chakra signature, and whether Obito liked it or not, the Sharingan had seen through his disguise.
He had split from his team without a word and raced after him, and then nearly killed himself following Obito through the whirl of their Mangekyō into that strange, shadowed dimension of featureless stone blocks. But despite whatever sinister intent now lurked in his ex-teammate's heart, whatever dark deeds he was committing elsewhere in the shadows, he had still turned back and rescued him, saved him from dying cold and alone in that empty void. He had nursed him back to health and fucked him hard enough to leave him limping, staggering, on the anniversary of Rin's death, and wept silently into his shoulder when Kakashi told him what had happened, showed him through their shared eye. How Kiri had captured her and made her into an unstable jinchuuriki, the Sanbi raging under her skin, and how she had thrown herself onto Chidori to die rather than destroy their home. And then afterwards, Obito had dropped him somewhere in the forests of Fire and left him to make his way back to the village to report in.
But by then, his seed had already taken root.
Kakashi unhooked his fingers from Obito's clothes to run his hand over his belly, feeling the twins move in response to his touch and his arousal. He turned his head to brush his lips over Obito's. "Itachi is… my kōhai. Nothing more. And I would never… give birth to anyone's children but yours."
The Sharingan flared with bloody light as Obito's chakra surged in response. His free hand snapped up to grab him by the back of his skull, and he jerked him in and smashed their lips together, slanted their mouths over one another and devoured him. Kakashi gasped and opened to his assault, Obito's tongue sweeping his mouth to taste, to claim, to conquer every inch for his own. Then he moaned and arched up into it, hands clutching at Obito's shoulders and dragging him in as well, answering his conquest with his own.
When Obito pulled back enough to breathe, his eyes flicked open again, locking with Kakashi's. The tomoe in his right eye sharpened to their shared Mangekyō - Kakashi felt his left eye sting and swirl to match of its own accord under Sukea's contact - and the tomoe in his left eye spun as he wove a genjutsu around them both-
And suddenly they were somewhere else entirely.
Kakashi didn't recognize the room, but given he was now laid out on a polished wood floor in front of an altar, it didn't take much to guess that they were now in the bright, airy, gilded hall of the temple where the daimyō's son would soon be wed.
The biggest change from reality was that he was no longer pregnant. His stomach was flat under his kimono - and so was his chest. His body was still familiar in most ways, lean but defined and strong, but now there was no swell of breasts that he bound every second he could get away with it, no curves that he tried to hide in favor of more masculine lines, straight and muscular and tall. And between his legs…
"Do you like it?" Obito asked, leaning back to let him look down, to let him see the body he might have had, if things had been different. His voice was hot with lust, full of insatiable hunger, but with a hint of hesitation and anxiety underneath, a genuine question, like he thought Kakashi wouldn't like getting everything he had ever wanted. He untied the laces of Kakashi's hakama and pulled them open, off his hips. He undid the obi as well, loosened it just enough to pull the kimono open underneath it (black, like the haori over it with the Hatake crests in gold, the hakama pleated and striped, a man's wedding attire). "It's how I've always imagined you."
Jutting up out of the thatch of silvery hair between his legs was a cock, flushed and swollen and twitching with arousal, not as long or thick as Obito's but still perfectly in proportion to his own frame, with a pair of tight, round balls under it, dusted with silver hair, heavy with cum.
Kakashi stared, panting, his heart in his throat, wide eyes stinging - until Obito dragged the tips of his fingers up the side of his shaft, the lightest, teasing drag of friction on unfamiliar skin that had him arching with a choked cry. He tried to thrust up into the contact - he knew it was a genjutsu, knew it, beyond a shadow of a doubt, but it felt so real, Obito must have built it with the sense-memory of his own body - but Obito pinned his hips to the floor before he could get anything more than the barest brush.
He gasped out his ex-teammate's name, but Obito just shushed him gently, leaning in again to kiss down his neck, over his collarbones, drag his teeth over his flat (flat!) chest and stomach, sending shivers up and down his spine. "Let me give you this, Kakashi."
His breathing picked up along with his heart rate as Obito slid downward, parting his thighs and exploring his body with hands and mouth, sucking marks into his skin and tracing his muscles with fingers and tongue - until at last he finally pressed a warm kiss to the head of his cock.
Kakashi scrambled for composure but didn't succeed, panting and whining at even just that soft contact. He felt the difference in Obito's skin on the smooth, bulbous head, the gentle chapping on his left side of his lips versus the textured scarring on his right, the moist heat of his breath as he exhaled over it. Even just that light draft made his cock jerk, the first droplet of clear precum already beading at the slit.
Obito went lower still and cupped his balls, rolling them gently between his fingers, taking one into his mouth and smoothing his tongue over it. Kakashi writhed at the slick, impossible to describe texture on the most sensitive part of him, throwing his thighs wide to give him more room; he'd been eaten out before, by Obito even, but never quite like this.
The stretch of skin behind his balls had nothing there, no folds or clits or cunts, it was just flat skin, but it was still so sensitive when Obito touched it, pressed it, generated the tiniest shock of lightning that arced into him and made him shout at the bliss that shot through him from somewhere inside. Inside, not the sensitive nub of his clit between his parted folds, but still something that had a direct line to the pleasure centers of his brain. "What…? What is…? Ngh-!"
"Your prostate," Obito hummed, still nuzzling his balls and giving them little kitten licks that made them twitch and tighten under his tongue. "A lot of nerve endings there - it can be quite sensitive in some men. Unfortunately I don't know what a prostate orgasm feels like yet, so we'll save that for another time."
Another-?!
But before he could truly process that statement, Obito leaned up again - and then exhaled over Kakashi's cock before swallowing him, easing an inch at a time down to the root.
Objectively, Kakashi knew that his clit was more sensitive than his cock for a number of reasons that he didn't have the medical training to explain. But subjectively, in that moment, he would have sworn that it was the most intense pleasure he had ever felt in his life, the wet and heat and suction of Obito's mouth on his cock, the relentless stimulation to the most intimate part of him. Even the occasional light graze of his teeth was bone-deep bliss because he had a cock to feel it with, the way he had desperately wanted since he was young, since he had learned his chakra reserves would always be too small to maintain a henge around the clock and fight at full strength as a member of Konoha's elite.
And now - now he was going to come with that cock, could feel his impending orgasm building lower, focused in his throbbing shaft, in his tightening balls-
"Obito!" he gasped out, his thighs flexing under Obito's hands, his legs trying to clamp tight around his head and pull him in so he could fuck up into his mouth- "I'm close, I'm close, don't stop, please-!"
Obito didn't stop. He took Kakashi to the root again, and laved his tongue up along the throbbing vein on the underside of his dick, the slick suction pressing on from all sides-
The orgasm tore through him like a wildfire, like a flood, dragging him under and drowning him in pleasure like nothing he'd ever felt before. It was shorter than he was used to, but far more intense, his mind whiting out under the load.
He drifted back to himself slowly, back to the body he knew, his mound round and womb rounder, the genjutsu undone - by Obito's own orgasm, if the wet spot and softening cock under him were anything to go by.
His ex-teammate eased his soaked hand out of Kakashi's kimono, careful not to overstimulate his still quivering cunt. He must have squirted when he'd come, slicking Obito's arm almost to the elbow, and - and - and damn his hormones, and damn Obito for giving him this, for doing this for him, to him, for making him wish it was milky white cum splattered over his skin instead of clear slick.
Kakashi buried his face in Obito's shoulder, curled his hands to fists in the silk of Obito's hair and refused to let them shake, refused to let his breath stutter even as tears started to fall for the first time in - in he didn't know how long.
Obito cleaned his hand with a cloth pulled from Kamui and then tossed it back in before whipping out two fresh, clean kimonos for them to change into, draping one of them over Kakashi to let him hide even more. Then he wrapped him up in his arms and rubbed slow, soothing circles on his back. And that, that made it even worse, because he had all but said that he was now an enemy of the village, but here he was, expecting nothing but offering everything, including shelter and comfort, without even calling him a crybaby the way Kakashi would have if their roles had been reversed years ago.
It took a long time for his tears to run dry, even if they were silent the whole way to the end. But Obito never got impatient or tried to hurry him along, and finally Kakashi forced himself to ask a question that had been on his mind since he told Obito he was pregnant six months ago.
"Why haven't you ever asked me to join you?"
"Would you say yes?"
Kakashi hesitated for longer than he cared to admit before finally saying, "...No."
"There's your answer." Obito tilted their heads together and rubbed his scarred cheek against Kakashi's hair, like he was a cat scent-marking his territory. "Realistically, though, it's because even if you did, I'd never be able to trust you. Not completely. There would always be a part of me whispering that you were spying for Konoha and trying to undermine my plans.
"The only way I could see you actually coming over to me is if I put you under a genjutsu and sealed your chakra, and kept you away from my work so that if even you freed yourself, you couldn't actually do any damage. But as much as I'm still angry with you for killing Rin - or being the tool she used to kill herself - I would never do that to you. I would never force you to retire and become a househusband and raise the twins, because that would break your spirit, and kill everything I do like about you.
"Better we stay on opposite sides, even if it hurts. Even if it means we'll actually fight against one another some day. At least then we'll both be free and true to our own hearts."
Damn his hormones again, because against his will, Kakashi's heart overflowed with warmth. Obito had thought about him, considered courses of action, and decided that he still cared about him in his own way, enough to let him go. And even if Obito wasn't a genius the same way he was, with tactics and techniques, he still had an incredible grasp of people, understanding their motivations and anticipating their movements, and knowing how to see straight into the heart.
Because Obito was right. Unless something genuinely earth-shattering happened, Kakashi would never truly betray Konoha. And now, with Danzō dead, nothing ever would. The Sandaime had his faults, but he never used and discarded his subordinates for personal power the way the Dark Heart of the Shinobi had.
He sighed and curled closer to Obito, soaking up his warmth. "I won't try to convince you to abandon your plans and come back to Konoha, then. I trust that you know what you're doing, even if I'll never agree with it.
"But promise me one thing." He lifted his head out of the crook of Obito's neck to look him in the eye. "Promise me that no matter what you're up to, you won't ever lay a finger on our kids with intent to harm, and that you won't let any of your allies do it, either."
Obito's eyes softened, just a little. He reached up to cradle his face, cup his cheeks with warm, callused hands, and said with familiar sincerity, "I promise."
Then they sealed it with a kiss.