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Obito sat at the opening of the tent and watched the rain cascading through the layers of leaves comprising the thick canopy. The noise helped Kakashi sleep, but the sound of rain always made Obito restless. He hoped the weather would turn, but they were deep in the Land of Rain, making it highly unlikely. They had days of rain in their future, until they finally completed their mission to eliminate the poison division in the Amegakure ranks and received notice of their next mission. Obito still didn't feel at home among his comrades, because they didn't feel like his comrades; they were bodies that the village used like tools, all of them pieces moved around the proverbial shogi board. Removing the poison division would weaken Amegakure forces enough for Konoha to subdue them, even with Hanzo still in power. The Ame mission was their first mission since returning to Konoha four months ago. Mission success meant crippling another village and damning its inhabitants. That wasn't peace. It was more of the same.
With the first roar of thunder, Kakashi shot up in his sleeping bag, already wielding the tanto from beside him. Obito motioned with a hand for him to stand down, but he was slow to lower the blade. Even though he refused to admit it, Obito had flinched at the sudden sound accompanying the storm. The noisy night would bleed into a noisy day, with cold rain that soaked their traveling cloaks. Kakashi fell back onto the sleeping bag and ran a hand over his face, so Obito returned to the remaining sleeping bag and watched a sharp, jagged line of lightning cut through the night sky. Obito was celebrating his seventeenth birthday in a foreign nation, in the midst of a mass assassination mission. Obito fluffed his pillow and slipped into his sleeping bag, even though they both knew he wasn't going to sleep. And Kakashi couldn't stand the noise, both of them remembering explosions rocking their world. They silently waited for the storm to pass.
"Are you up?"
Obito rolled his eye at the stupid question. They both knew he talked in his sleep, so the silence signaled he had yet to fall asleep. Obito heard rustling, so he turned onto his side to face Kakashi. The boy had closed the distance between their sleeping bags, leaving little personal space. Obito should have complained, but he also found something comforting about being close to someone else. It made him less anxious. He recalled waking up with Madara staring at him and frowned, marking that as one time that he would have preferred being alone. After hesitating, Obito grabbed Kakashi's sleeping bag and dragged it close enough to throw his left arm over the boy, then he closed his eye and ignored the dreary weather outside.
"Stop squirming," Kakashi complained, pinching Obito's arm.
Obito crushed Kakashi against his side and the boy spoke words muffled by Obito's sleeping bag. Kakashi pulled back enough to breathe, though he remained comfortable against Obito's chest. He rested his right hand against Obito's chest and felt the boy's steady heartbeat. As long as they were touching, both of them felt better about the storm. Kakashi's hair tickled Obito's nose, the boy's hair still crooked, uneven because of chopping it off to reach him. He knew Kakashi wasn't asleep, but he still used his left hand to rub circles on Kakashi's back. His hand dipped down to Kakashi's lower back, where his fingers twitched, where he wondered if he could touch lower without getting punched. He slid his hand over the subtle curve in Kakashi's back and rested his hand on Kakashi's ass.
"Your hand is on my ass."
"Is it? My bad."
"You aren't going to move it, are you?"
"Nah, I think it's fine where it is, don't you?"
Lightning lit up the interior of the tent, the intensity and charged atmosphere reminding Obito of Kakashi's lightning release. The flash also made him think of the way Kakashi's hand looked as it went through Rin's chest. He buried the image and its accompanying thoughts, leaving them between flashes of lightning. Obito squeezed Kakashi's ass and Kakashi moved his hand down to Obito's stomach. They made the mutual decision to cross an imaginary line just to seek comfort from the storm and all it brought up for them. The mission took priority, but Obito forgot it when he felt Kakashi's lips on his collarbone. He couldn't get a view of Kakashi's face, but the boy's lips had been warm on his skin, unlike the cold rain hitting their tent. He knew where to begin, but not where to stop. He squeezed Kakashi's ass again, rougher than the first time.
"The storm bothers you too," Kakashi deduced, still not moving from Obito's arms. Obito frowned and contemplated sharing the truth with Kakashi, but he didn't want to hear Kakashi's depressing response. The boy still felt guilty about Rin's death, and would likely feel the same way until he died. "It was storming that night too. My dad used to say that the sky was crying." His somber tone made Obito pinch his ass. Kakashi jerked away from the quick punishment, his head knocking against Obito's chin. They both hissed in pain.
"I don't want to hear that kind of stuff. It's miserable enough without the additional rain cloud hovering over your head," Obito huffed, pulling Kakashi back against him. Kakashi muttered a smart remark that Obito missed, so he lightly swatted the boy's ass. "Be quiet. No more talking. Go to sleep." Kakashi kissed the base of Obito's neck, something that wasn't going to sleep. He considered scolding Kakashi, but he liked the feel of Kakashi's lips on his body. He'd never imagined being so intimate with Kakashi, because he'd focused on Rin, even though she didn't see him that way. "I want to kiss you."
"Then kiss me."
He thought of Rin, from how her lips would feel against his own to the feel of her small breasts in his hands. Kakashi's chest was flat, with some muscle, so there was nothing for him to grope, no soft breasts to squeeze, no perky nipples to lick and bite and suck. Kakashi's lips weren't as soft as he'd imagined Rin's lips, but they weren't chapped. Their lips fit together well, with Obito lightly teasing Kakashi's lower lip, sucking and lightly biting on it before slipping his tongue into the kiss. He'd kissed one person before, and he liked to think he kissed well, but Kakashi was clearly inexperienced, though a quick and eager learner. Obito squeezed Kakashi's ass again, able to appreciate the boy's nice behind, which was not extremely muscular, giving him something to really grab. Kakashi's right hand settled on the waist of his pants and Obito heard a quiet moan, the sound lost in the kiss. Kakashi didn't moan the way Obito had imagined Rin would sound. He felt butterflies, but not the type he'd expected. Kakashi wasn't Rin. Kakashi would never be Rin.
Lightning lit up the tent when they parted for air and he saw Kakashi's face. He stared until Kakashi jerked the mask back into place, then he tugged it down again and rested his left hand on Kakashi's cheek. The beauty mark held his attention, but he drank in the boy's face, hidden from the world for years. Kakashi had a more feminine look, with a perfect mouth and a smooth jaw. The embarrassed smile and lightly flushed cheeks had Obito smirking, knowing he'd made Kakashi that way.
"You're really beautiful."
"Thanks. I guess."
"You're hot."
"Alright. That's enough."
"One more?" Obito slid his hand into Kakashi's sleeping bag and snuck a hand up the back of Kakashi's shirt. He saw Kakashi's eye roll and slid his fingers into the waist of Kakashi's pants, silently pushing shaky boundaries.
"Fine. One more." Kakashi sighed, expecting some other variation of the word beautiful. Obito leaned in, the distance between their lips almost nonexistent.
"You're sexy."
"Too far."
He kissed Kakashi anyway. Rin was gone, and utterly irreplaceable. Maybe the sky really was crying.