It had been three days since that time with Kakashi and thinking about it brought a flush to his face. He could remember how it felt to have his former comrade touch him so intimately as no one else had done before. What Kakashi had done was both mesmerizing and horrible and left him feeling even more empty inside, both at heart and in body. He lusted for the closeness they shared once more whether it had been on a whim or not.

But Obito couldn't help but feel angry about it. That idiot almost ruined everything! The way that Kakashi had looked at him like he'd fall apart the second he left nearly broke him. It pushed him to stay away from that point on. He could watch at a distance, but he refused to interact with him, knowing that if he did, he might not ever come back from it. That didn't stop him from killing the clan. Kakashi wasn't even on his mind then.

He had gone back to Konoha every night after that, waiting for his chance to annihilate all of them. They'd certainly stop him and Madara from achieving their plans, and more so, they would deny him the right to bring Rin back. The clan had to go. What surprised Obito the most about this was on the second night, Itachi, the clan head's son, sought him out for help. He'd already been planning the massacre for a while and graciously accepted.

The boy was weary of him and suspicious of his identity from the start, although he figured that had something to do with the fact that he had killed his teammate in cold-blood and nearly killed him as well. Kakashi had stopped him then and he assumed that he was still holding him back now, but that wouldn't stop him from bringing on the slaughter of the clan.

It was a sight to behold. Blood painted across walls like a morbid mural and bodies splayed out in an almost artistic fashion. Beautiful. He did feel a twinge at slaughtering the civilian women and children on Itachi's behalf, however. It made him feel sick to his stomach, but it had to be done. Madara wanted the clan dead and he supposed he did too, so they had to go.

What would Kakashi think of him and what he had done with these hands of his? Obito was aware that he wasn't dumb even though he'd done such an idiotic thing on a whim. Security in the village hadn't increased any, so he knew Kakashi didn't tell anyone about him, but after this he'd be suspicious of him for certain. Itachi wouldn't have been able to murder all of his kinsmen without help, not like this and not when many of them also bore the Sharingan. He'd know, so Obito figured he'd have to break his promise, just as Kakashi broke his own promise. He didn't protect Rin so he wouldn't return to him. He wasn't going to let Kakashi ruin his plans or break his resolve and he damn sure wasn't going to let a casual fuck get in the way of everything. Kakashi would manage until the Infinite Tsukuyomi was cast and so would he.

But since then things didn't seem to work the way Obito thought they would.

Even after that night when he murdered the clan alongside Itachi, he dreamed of the night when Kakashi devoured him and had his rigorous way with him in a moment of passion and visceral need. It was on his mind all the time, if not at the forefront, in the back. Such things made him glad to have his mask guarding his expressions as it brought a flush to his face and want to touch himself the way Kakashi had. He wanted to feel pleasure like that again. So in his moments alone, he would caution such lewdness and insert his fingers inside in an attempt to fulfill himself. But it was never enough. It wasn't the same hot, slick slide of a cock inside of him, pressing up against that place inside him that made him cry out and come like he had never done before. It frustrated him to no end.

He had to consider how could he enjoy being with another man like that, much less Kakashi. Furthermore, how could he shamelessly think about it when he'd finally hit the point of no return? How could he think about getting fucked by Kakashi again when he's killed not only Minato and Kushina, but also so many not-so-innocent innocents? He was a guilty man - no, he was a monster.

After a few years, when the plan was running more smoothly, Obito decided he'd try it again. He'd try to seduce another man to fuck him. There had been a few women between his encounter with Kakashi and hitting that point, but it was never the same. It was never Rin and it certainly wasn't Kakashi beneath him, seated on his cock, making it seem far less enjoyable. So that night, he henged himself into a plain looking man with brown hair and brown eyes without scars and went to one of the smaller countries to find a mark to relieve his pent-up frustrations with.

He arrives in Grass in an instant, using his Kamui to teleport to the village and begins to head to the seediest part of town where he knows he'll find prostitutes of all shapes, ages, and genders. Obito looks through the crowd, shaking off the advances of anyone wishing to offer him 'a good time'. The Uchiha knew what he wanted. He wanted a strong, lithe man with a body similar to the man who he had given his own virginity to. It took some searching but he finally spotted a man with a strong jaw and an athletic body clothed in a revealing silk yukata. He didn't look much like Kakashi in the face, but the rest of him was enough to make Obito shudder. With confidence, he strode up to him and asked for his services, paying him his fee before being led to the prostitute's den to get just what he had been hoping for.

But when he got there, he was feeling somewhat less confident. The room was minimal at best with only a bed, a single chair, and a table by the bed with a lamp as well as things for doing their dirty work, like condoms and lubricants for easing the way for men to engage in such an act. The air was thick with sweat and sex and Obito suddenly felt discouraged, swallowing around a knot in his throat.

The man he had picked looked to him, it wasn't too far to meet his eyes, as he was only a few inches shorter than him, but with soft eyes that were definitely unlike the lustful, hungry ones Kakashi had given him that night. He withheld a shudder and pulled off his cloak, throwing it over the back of the chair before taking a place on the edge of the bed, seating himself and clasping his hands together.

"Is something wrong?" came the low, bedroom voice of the young man who had begun untying the loose knot in the front of his kimono, revealing his bare front and stepping closer to Obito as he began to let the fabric slide scantily off his shoulders.

Could he really go through with this? Could he really let another man dominate his body? He would be in complete control of everything, having paid for the young man's services, but he was having second thoughts now. What if this wasn't what he wanted? Well, the only way to know was to proceed onwards and Obito wasn't known to back out of something once he set his mind on it.

"Are you nervous?" the young man asked again, his voice smooth and lascivious, trying to soothe Obito's nerves and seduce him all at once as he sunk to his knees before him. "I can help encourage you some," he added, giving him a playful wink and it made the hairs on the back of Obito's neck stand up. He was definitely going to hell for this. Rin, if you're watching, don't look.

Obito let the man free his thickening cock from its confines and watched as he wrapped a hand around his shaft, stroking it expertly. It felt nice to have his calloused hand wrapped around him, rather than the soft, inexperienced hand of some woman. But when he lowered his mouth onto him, Obito groaned in sheer bliss, rolling his head back and letting his eyes slip closed. If this was a taste of Hell, then this was how Obito wanted to go. It didn't take long before his erection was at its peak and the man pulled off, grinning at him just as unnervingly playful as before and standing back up at his full height, letting the kimono slip the rest of the way off.

The Uchiha let his eyes wander down the man's body. He was right; athletic build and a toned body with hardly a scar to mar it. Tremulously, he let an ungloved hand glide down those abs, his cock twitching as he imagined the power coiled in the civilian's body that would soon be bringing him to climax. The thoughts sent a thrilling shudder of excitement over him.

But then the man began to lower himself and tried to kiss him. Obito pulled back quickly, pushing him away. "Don't kiss me," he ordered him, turning his cheek to avoid any other incident.

"My apologies. Are you ready now, sir?" he asked, hovering over him, ready to seat himself on Obito's cock.

The Uchiha turned his gaze back to meet his eyes and raised a straightened eyebrow. No, that's not what he wanted at all. "Perhaps you misunderstood. I purchased your services so that you would fuck me, not the other way around," he clarified and an unreadable look passed over the man's face before he hummed in amusement, making Obito nervous once more.

The mousey-haired young man stood back at his full height and reached over to the table to grab a bottle of lubricant before meeting the Uchiha's eyes once more. "My apologies again, sir. I don't usually receive that kind of request, so you must forgive my eagerness," he murmured before stroking a hand gently across Obito's thigh with his empty hand.

Obito swallowed thickly once more. "It doesn't matter, as long as I get what I came here for," he said in return, scooting further back on the questionable mattress and spreading his legs to let the man between them. He slid his fingers into the waistband of his pants, his hands shaking as he began to push them away, his cock still hard and peeking from the band.

"Let me give you a hand," the young man said and in a moment, from the waist down, Obito was laid bare for the man to see. He could feel his eyes roving over him, scrutinizing him as he lay back on the bed, glad that he was cloaked in the false skin of his henge technique. The Uchiha could only imagine the look of horror a civilian, or even another shinobi would have on their face if they glimpsed his true mangled, crippled appearance. Kakashi hadn't cared in the slightest, but this man certainly wasn't him, there was no mistake to be made about that.

He could feel one of his hands caressing down his thigh to his crotch, the hand ending at his balls and massaging them in a way that forced Obito to hold back yet another groan that threatened to rumble from his chest.

"Would you like me to prepare you?" the young man asked, meeting his eyes with eager, green ones. Obito had to hold back a scoff and his face flushed. Obviously, he needed to be stretched open for that, but it wasn't something he liked to consider. He'd done it a few times himself, but for this, he just wanted to lay back and have the professional do it, just like Kakashi had.

"Please," he murmured, nodding and letting his head fall back against the bedcovers, shutting his eyes in anticipation. He heard the click of a bottle and could sense the man standing between his legs, closer now, then he felt the brush of slick fingers against his entrance. It startled him some with the coldness of the touch, but he tried to stay relaxed as those fingers pressed and prodded against his most intimate spot, looking for purchase to slide into his opening.

After some fumbling, the fingers slipped inside, but it was all wrong. They were hurried and it bothered Obito, although he continued to say nothing of the sort, letting the younger man commit himself to his work until he had to bite his lip to hold in a pained hiss and snarled at him, "Be more gentle!"

The man jumped and looked bashful before putting on a nervously apologetic smile. "My apologies once again, sir," he said just as softly and sweetly as everything else.

Obito scoffed at him, his patience wearing a bit thinner as he waited it out, his body thrumming with nerves. This would be his first time in years and he wondered if he'd be just as sore afterward as he had been for a few days after his coupling with Kakashi. It had felt amazing and intimate, but still, he could do without that.

After what felt like an eternity, the man seemed satisfied with his work and mounted the bed between Obito's parted legs, rubbing a lube-slicked hand up and down his cock to coat it. "Do you have any requests, sir?" he asked, his bright, grassy green eyes looking into him, waiting for the go-ahead.

The Uchiha felt too hot all of a sudden with his shirt on and with some maneuvering he ripped it off, over his head and throwing it to the floor, his body fully exposed. He didn't feel any better, but the prostitute still seemed to be watching him closely, waiting for him. "Nothing specific. Do whatever you'd like. I don't really care what," Obito answered before laying back, flat on the bed again and waiting patiently for the man to enter him.

There was a nudge at his entrance, far hotter and thicker than the fingers that just left him. Obito hummed softly and clutched at the sheets, trying to keep the rest of his body relaxed. He could feel the other man's hands caressing his thighs as if considering something and then, unceremoniously he was yanked forward and his legs were over him in a heap.

His eyes shot open, his Sharingans flaring to life beneath his henged plain, brown eyes and he bared his teeth. "What the h-!"

Oh.

The man's cock began sliding into him, making him cry out and shudder, closing his eyes and gripping the covers tight once more. It felt impossibly hot and stung to some extent, but his cock stayed willing and ready and the green-eyed kid - practically - let him adjust to his intrusion every time he slipped in further until he was fully seated inside and bottomed out. "Is that good?" he asked, watching Obito carefully as he panted and gasped, his body coated in a thin sheen of sweat. He may have been a shinobi, but having sex could be hard work, especially since it wasn't something he did often.

"Yeah," Obito answered, his voice cracking as he held in another groan. "It's great. Now get on with it," he grumbled letting his head lull back. Immediately, he began being pounded into relentlessly, but unlike Kakashi, it wasn't in kind or searching for that spot inside him, it was just empty fucking, without any of the passion. What did he expect though? He was paying for sex with a man he had never met before who wouldn't even remember his face after they were done.

Occasionally, he felt the other man's cock brush against his prostate, making him whimper and writhe as much as he could, but between the thrusts into him, it never seemed to hit the spot he wanted. He'd have to say something. His body was too hot and too hard to allow the other man to keep teasing him like this.

Obito wrapped a hand around his cock the best he could and watched with his Sharingan eyes as the man fucked into him, his chest heaving as though he was running a marathon. "Move to the right some," the Uchiha groaned, his voice harsh and sexed while he watched the man move only barely and readjust to fuck him harder. It irritated him that he still managed to avoid his prostate and that his cock was still hard and leaking, precome dribbling down his shaft.

"More," the aching Uchiha pleaded, only managing to speed up the punishing thrusts into him, the thrusts now brushing his prostate every time becoming all too much, but far from enough. He let out a high whine, earning him a smirk and chuckle from the green-eyed man. That annoyed Obito even more. This was about him, not being a warm, welcoming hole for some juvenile brat.

The Uchiha scowled and before he knew what he was doing, he had activated his Mokuton and a branch had been thrust forth between the man's ribs, exploding into a mass of tangled roots, turning his insides into a pin cushion. Morbidly, the hot splash of blood over his thighs and belly were enough to send him over the edge, come splattering over his chest and face. Curled knolls of oak pierced through the man on all sides, from his chest, back, and neck and his lovely, midsummer eyes were locked on him, frozen in a fear of knowing death. And it was all captured with the clarity of his Sharingan focusing on every detail of his passionate crime. Well shit. This didn't go as planned at all.

Obito detached the mass of roots from his wrist and hurried to shove the corpse off of him, the body landing on the floor in a heap, bright green eyes fading as life left the young man. After that, he spent a moment reminiscing and covered his face with his hands. He was sick. Unredeemable.

First, he let Kakashi fucking Hatake have his way with him and enjoyed it, then he murdered his clan, and now here he was, seeking out sex with another man and ends up getting off by killing him. Violently, he may add. His vermillion eyes burned with unshed tears, stinging and bloodshot. Well, on the bright side, his clan was dead and there was no one left in his life other than Kakashi to tell him that he was disgusting for enjoying this, for enjoying any of it.

A low, humorless laugh left him. He'd never have to worry about his grandmother looking down on him for never giving her the great-grandchildren she wanted or seeing Rin's disappointed face when she discovered he lusted after her crush, although somehow, he figured the silver-haired jerk wouldn't mind that bit at all.

The small laugh turned harried and hysterical, insanity bubbling to the surface as Obito lay covered in blood and his own come on a bed in a sweaty, disgusting brothel. He was really something, wasn't he? And none of it good by far.

It had been two years since the incident at the brothel. Obito didn't think about it much, other than for the fact he seemed not to so much enjoy other men's company than explicitly Kakashi's company. It worried him whenever he thought about it and like all of his other problems, he ended up pushing it to the back of his mind.

Zetsu began getting restless, pushing Obito to enact the plan and begin collecting the bijuu. He had managed to come up with excuses so far. 'Not enough funds' or 'It isn't the right time yet' seemed to be his default answers, but in actuality, everything was centered around Kakashi. Obito didn't want to put anything in effect until he could either keep his promise to him or until he figured out exactly what he wanted from him, so finding out Kakashi had become a jounin-sensei for both the Kyuubi brat and Itachi's orphaned, younger brother was a godsend. It was a divine gift in and of itself.

So Obito decided that he'd go and investigate, maybe rummage through Kakashi's things to discover more about his two new students. He was too cowardly to follow Kakashi to the memorial for fear of being spotted, so he simply went to Kakashi's apartment and began snooping through his belongings, unsure of what he'd find or when the man would return. However, the man did not return that day or the day after.

This gave the Uchiha time to consider his position. Did he want to be here when Kakashi got back? It could mean finding out exactly what he felt for his former comrade, the same one he lusted after so heavily. He felt it strange though. As a boy, he had never once thought about Rin as voraciously or as heavily as he thought about Kakashi. He'd never taken himself in-hand over her or had a wet dream that featured her beneath him or seated atop him, but Kakashi… he had never liked his arrogant, self-righteous nature. Yet somehow, he thought about him often, either of the moment he had taken what was left of his innocence or fantasizing about giving him the same treatment, watching Kakashi beg for his cock both handcuffed and needy. Obito's hunger for him was unyielding and maddening.

He had made his decision; he'd wait for Kakashi to return and find out what he felt for the man. It wouldn't take much. All he had to do was show up and request that they have sex, then, if last time was anything to go on, Kakashi would ravish him once again. Obito would finally find out what he felt for the other man and resigned himself to wait.

And there was a lot of waiting involved.

Obito had more than enough time to case Kakashi's entire apartment several times in the time he was gone. He decided to make himself comfortable after a while and even began going through his bookshelves, skimming through books on various katas and tactics until he came across an orange book with a man chasing after a fleeing woman on the cover. It seemed awfully familiar although he couldn't recall reading it before. The Uchiha flipped it around and read the back until suddenly the realization dawned on him, making him pale in immediate horror. This was what Kakashi read just about every time he saw him, and as a matter of fact, 'the special' that Kakashi had been watching that played on in the background of their own copulation. That pervert! But then again, Obito was highly curious. Maybe they actually read pretty well or maybe these trashy novels had some vivid sex scenes? 'You never know unless you try.'

So the curious Uchiha plopped himself on Kakashi's couch comfortably and flipped open the book to the first page before he began reading the novel. It wasn't much longer before his cheeks were hot with secondhand embarrassment. Kakashi read this in public? The realization was both hot and abhorrent, but at that moment he sensed it.

Kakashi's chakra was heading up the stairs to the building and it made the Uchiha half-hard immediately. Kakashi Hatake was coming up here, and he'd probably be inclined to fuck him. He had to look casual; act like it meant nothing, as though he was the one in charge. That's it. It wouldn't be like last time or that one incident at the brothel, although the thought did make him shudder, but whether by disgust or pleasure was too difficult to determine.

The doorknob began to turn and Obito crossed his legs on the couch, his face hidden by the book as he sat, inwardly squirming with discomfort but loathe to show it.

"You do realize that these books are actual garbage, right?" he stated as the man entered the apartment, looking straight at him, tensing for a fight. He had a kunai in his hand immediately until realization seemed to dawn on him and he carefully closed and locked the door without looking.

Oh good. He could make this pup perform all sorts of tricks. Kakashi was on full alert, even after recognizing him, which could go either this way or that, but if worst came to worst, he could always Kamui out of here. Obito decided to toy with him some more.

"I mean, you've been gone almost two weeks and I haven't found a single redeemable quality in any one of these things. And there's what? Two? Three?" the raven flipped back to the front page before correcting himself with a soft murmur, "Three of them? What garbage."

He could feel Kakashi's single, steely eye watching him carefully as he made his way into the room and held the kunai a little less threateningly, before leaning against a barren wall on the opposite side of the living room, directly across from the Uchiha. Obito's twin Sharingans were focused on him, a small smirk growing as he watched the Konoha jounin skirt around him. It sent shivers down his spine to have this dance with him, especially now that they were face to face, his gaze unobstructed by his mask.

The silence stretched between them until Obito adjusted himself on the couch, sitting up against the armrest instead of lying on it like before. His thumb slides into the spine of the book to save his place in the novel, ironically on the page where the protagonist and the love of his life meet again. It seemed amusing to him and just the sort of fluffy moment he never would have expected the silver-haired shinobi to enjoy.

"What's wrong, Kakashi?" he asked in a low voice, but soft yet teasing. "You look as though you've seen a ghost."

The shinobi looked as though stung for a moment, wincing before pocketing his kunai, leaving his hand in his pouch, and letting his eye roam over the Uchiha. His gaze locked back on Obito's crimson gaze, two Sharingans taking him in in return. "Nice eyes," he murmurs, just as tense as before.

"Thanks, although you can understand if I don't tell you where I got the other one," Obito responded easily. He wanted to enjoy this game, the thrill of the chase, but he was already growing weary of it. His body thrummed with anticipation and pent-up desire, a result of the ridiculous novel, but also the man standing before him. So when was he going to act?

"I didn't expect to see you again," Kakashi said quickly, regaining the Uchiha's focus. He looked worried, tired even rather than angry like he thought he'd be after that implication. Kakashi would have guessed by now at least that he had a hand in assassinating the clan, or maybe… maybe he thought Itachi had hunted him down too? It seemed ridiculous, but Kakashi had become much more optimistic since their Team Minato days.

Obito deactivated his Sharingan. Is that what this was? Is he feeling bad about that one time? He scoffed and set aside the book, stuffing it into the side of the couch before humming thoughtfully and smirking at Kakashi with half-lidded amusement, making the other man release an unsteady breath. "I just happened to be in the neighborhood," he purred, like a cat that had just gotten the cream it had so desired. He didn't want Kakashi thinking he had come here just for him, at least, not yet.

"Is that so?" the silver-haired shinobi asked, musing over his answer. "Just like you were 'in the neighborhood' a few nights before the massacre? That seems far too coincidental to me." Kakashi Hatake, just the same sharp-minded asshole as always. Obito loved it; it meant he could banter far longer with him.

The Uchiha narrowed his dark eyes briefly and leaned back into the couch, readjusting himself comfortably once more while simultaneously attempting to conceal the hardness on his lap. He shrugged and hummed thoughtfully. "I wouldn't think about it too hard if I were you, Bakashi. You might hurt yourself."

Kakashi huffed, narrowing his eyes at the other man in annoyance. That was something he had used to tell Obito often, to tease him about being so useless with practically everything. It brought back a bit of nostalgia and the Uchiha wanted to puff up his chest with pride. One point, Obito! But he was now tired of the game altogether. He was here for a reason and he intended to get what he came for.

"So," he began, turning to face Kakashi with the rest of his body, propping his chin up on his hand and tapping the scarred side of his face, "are we going to get to it or do I need to show myself out?"

There was a notable shudder that ran through the Konoha jounin's body and the raven couldn't help but smirk as he got just the reaction that he was hoping for. If Kakashi already suspected he was involved in the massacre but said nothing, he wouldn't try anything to force him to leave. It meant the loyal shinobi wasn't so loyal to the Hokage and would likely happily bend him over and give him what he had come for. Obito's pants became even more uncomfortable as he thought of the implications this led to. Oh yes, Kakashi was most certainly still in love with him.

The silver-haired shinobi shifted but stayed in his place. "What exactly do you mean to 'get to', Obito?" he asked, as though he didn't know.

Obito flickered his eyes over him, cautioning a glimpse at the bulge in his navy blue, uniform pants before meeting the man's visible eye once more. "I'm sure I've implied enough, but let me be more clear, just in case you don't fully understand," Kakashi watched him, his eye narrowed and focused on the smoky look in the Uchiha's eyes. He felt so smug and victorious and soon, he'd be quite aptly acquainted with what lay in those confines once again with that eye watching his every move. "I'm here because I want you to fuck me."