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“ㅡHoly Mary, Mother of God.”
Kakashi’s hands shake around the rosary as Minato carries on with the prayer, eyes clamped shut and lips pursed. Guilt is a heavy weight at the pit of his stomach, and it takes most of his willpower not to throw up on the spot.
He swears, at the back of his mind, he can hear Obito’s low chuckle, can feel his fingers trailing across Kakashi’s skin, and Kakashi bites his lip so hard he can taste the blood on his tongue ㅡ thick, metallic, cloying.
“Pray for us Sinners.”
His eyes are closed, but he can feel it. The heavy presence behind him, the shadow of a demon spilling over him. His skin prickles with goosebumps, hair on the nape of his neck standing on end. He barely represses a shiver, nails digging into the skin of his palm as he clutches the rosary beads even tighter.
He can hear Obito, too ㅡ that deep, rough voice of his, mockingly praying along to the Rosary, murmuring right into Kakashi’s ear. There’s a laugh imbedded into his voice as he mutters, “Now and at the hour of our death, Amen.”
Kakashi shudders, wonders how Obito isn’t on fire. This is a church, after all. Aren’t demons supposed to catch fire the moment they step into God’s Home? They’re not supposed to be able to survive here for long ㅡ let alone, let alone masquerade as a priest, innocent in everyone’s eyes but to Kakashi’s.
But Obito is very much alive, digging sharp nails into Kakashi’s skin, wicked smirk on his face as he revels in Kakashi’s suffering. Kakashi can’t see it, doesn’t dare to, but he knows it’s there. But nobody else does ㅡ nobody can see Obito, not when he’s like this, when he’s incorporeal to everyone else besides Kakashi.
He tries to ignore it the best he can. He tries to focus on Minato starting to lead the Glory Be, but his body’s too tense and his eyes are clamped shut and he’s hyper of the sweat rolling off his neck. He tries not to react when Obito’s tongue flits out to lick it off, tries to ignore the roiling heat settled in the pit of his belly.
“Kakashi?”
Kakashi’s eyes fly open, and he nearly falls over from his kneeling position on the pews. The smile Minato sends him is soft and warm, and it makes Kakashi want to disappear. He feels disgusted at himself, disgusted at Obito, disgusted at everything.
“Yes?” he asks slowly, thanking God when his voice doesn’t falter.
“Please lead the Fatima prayer,” the pastor says, and Kakashi nearly chokes on air. His mouth dries up and he swallows around a cottony tongue. He licks his lips and nods, stands on shaky legs, Obito’s mocking laughter echoing in his ears. Kakashi breathes in and breathes out again.
“O my Jesus,” he starts, willing his voice not to shake. He loops the rosary around his index finger out of habit, rolling a few beads between his fingers. “Forgive us our sins.”
From the corner of his eye, he can see Obito’s wicked smirk. He can feel Obito lean into his space again, mumbling the prayer against his skinㅡ
“Save us from the fires of Hell.”
He has to stop himself from cringing the moment he recites those words, stop himself from wincing and running out of the church or, at the very least, just sitting back down. The guilt is heavy ㅡ far too heavy ㅡ and it’s weighing his heart down until it’s nestled uncomfortably in his stomach.
“Fucking filthy,” he hears Obito say, an amused lilt to his voice. “Kakashi, this is kind of hot, don’t you think?”
Kakashi grinds his teeth together and carries on. He ignores Obito’s breath on his ear, Obito’s nails on his skin, Obito’s teeth catching Kakashi’s earlobe between themㅡ
But he can’t, and his pulse is rising and a flush is making its way up his neck. Obito bites down on Kakashi’s neck and Kakashi’s body is aching from the sheer effort of forcing himself not to shudder. His cock makes an interested twitch underneath his pants, anyway.
“And lead us all into Heaven,” he continues, breathless. He almost drops the rosary when he clutches at the pew before him for purchase, for the sake of not unravelling before everyone’s eyes, and he thanks the stars and angels and God above that everyone’s too busy paying attention to the prayer to notice his current state. “Especially those in need most of thy mercy.”
“Amen,” Obito whispers in his ear, hot and breathy and sending shivers up his spine. Firm fingers are squeezing Kakashi’s hip. Kakashi slumps back down to a kneeling position, hands pale from how hard he’s clutching his rosary. He’s slightly surprised it’s still intact.
A priest stands.
Kakashi closes his eyes again.
“Hail, Holy Queen…”
Kakashi looks up from the book he’d been reading when he hears the distinct sound of the door creaking open. Itachi is peering inside, a slight frown on his face, and Kakashi sets his book aside. “What is it?”
“Have you seen Obito anywhere?” he asks, looking around the room. “He wasn’t at the rosary earlier.”
Kakashi’s stomach lurches but he ignores it, trying to keep himself as calm and composed as he possibly can. “Maybe he’s in the grotto,” he says, sitting up straight. Itachi quickly nods and closes the door. Kakashi hears his footsteps grow fainter as he heads down the corridor, and Obito materializes from the corner when he’s out of earshot.
He’s in his human form now ㅡ no more mismatched red and purple eyes and white hair and scales against pale skin. It’s the handsome figure Kakashi had seen when they’d first met, who had crept into Kakashi’s life and made his heart leap and his stomach whirl like a roller coaster ride. There’s a smile on his face instead of a smirk.
“Nice save,” he says, stepping closer to Kakashi. He has his hands in his pockets, looking so carefree and unaffected, but when he sets Kakashi’s gaze there’s a glint in his eyes. “They really need to get their facts right, though ㅡ I was there.” Kakashi turns his head away from him, but he’s sure he’s just amusing Obito. Obito who’s begun to thread his fingers in Kakashi’s hair and lean down just a little so he can whisper in Kakashi’s ear, “Now, I’m going to have to go to the grotto, but we can have a little fun before then.”
“By all means, you can leave now,” Kakashi grits out even as his cock swells in his pants and as butterflies flutter in his stomach. He rubs his hands on the gooseflesh budding on his shoulders. Obito only chuckles and tightens his grip on Kakashi’s hair. He tilts Kakashi’s head back, revelling in the small whimper that Kakashi hadn’t been able to contain.
“You’re still so stubborn,” Obito says, voice light, “Even after all those nights... all those stolen moments...”
Obito puts a heavy hand on Kakashi’s thigh, and Kakashi bites back the whines rising in his throat as Obito trails his fingers up, closer to Kakashi’s cock. He keeps his gaze on the ceiling, looking anywhere but at Obito, or at the altar he’d set up on top of their cabinet. But then Obito is unzipping his slacks and tugging his pants down, and Kakashi lets him.
“I’ll make it quick,” Obito says, “Since I have to be at the grotto ㅡ thank you for that, by the way ㅡ and you have a mass, don’t you?”
Kakashi shudders at the thought of having to lead a mass in only half an hour. He opens his mouth to retort, but then Obito’s wrapping his hand (his skin is hot, so hot, burning) around Kakashi’s half-hard cock, and Kakashi’s shivering for an entirely different reason completely. His hips rock upwards into Obito’s fist as a whine spills out from his lips.
Obito only hums, and Kakashi doesn’t dare to glance at him. He squeezes his eyes shut, hating the onslaught of heat, of arousal, of the need to fucking—
Obito’s thumb rubs circles on the underside of Kakashi’s cock and he squeezes around the girth, and Kakashi whines and bucks up again as he chases that sweet, sweet heat. Obito merely chuckles.
“Helpless, aren’t you, Kakashi?” he whispers. He presses down hard and Kakashi clutches at the sides of his chair, fucking up into Obito’s fist. He can feel the tears prickle at the corners of his eyes. Is it from frustration, he wonders vaguely, or guilt?
Obito nudges Kakashi’s thigh and Kakashi immediately spreads his legs. His cheeks are burning, shame and humiliation and arousal setting his skin ablaze. He doesn’t look away from the ceiling, and his arms are shaking from how hard his grip is on the chair. But it’s so good, and it’s so hot.
Obito pumps Kakashi’s cock into full hardness and Kakashi’s teeth dig hard into his bottom lip. He laughsㅡlaughs, like the cruel demon he is, thumbing over Kakashi’s slit where it’s red and raw and dewy with the precum dribbling down the length.
It’s hot.
It’s really fucking hot.
It feels like an infernoㅡand Kakashi’s burning up.
Obito flicks his wrist up and down, his pace quickening, and Kakashi convulses, hips riding up and grinding down in sync with Obito’s hand. He throws his head back, his high, bitten off noises filling the silence of their quarters, ringing shamefully in his ears. Kakashi catches Obito’s grin from the corner of his eye, catches the way his sharp canines gleam underneath the glow of the fluorescent lamp.
Kakashi covers his mouth and fucks into Obito’s fist one last time before he cries out, voice muffled into his palm, ribbons of white fluid spurting out of his cock all over his dress shirt and Obito’s hand. Obito chuckles again and gathers the semen between his index and middle fingers and slips them into Kakashi’s mouth.
Obediently, Kakashi sucks. Obito scissors his fingers inside Kakashi’s mouth, parting them between his tongue, and Kakashi laves his tongue over the crevices between his fingers as he laps up his own cum. Obito makes a sound like he’s considering something, before he slowly pulls his fingers back.
Kakashi whines. Obito stops before his fingers can leave Kakashi’s lips, before he’s thrusting the digits deeper inside again. He continues to fuck Kakashi’s mouth with his fingers, spit dribbling down the other’s chin. He swallows, Obito’s fingers still inside his mouth.
Obito smiles. “Good boy,” he says, eyes turning into a pair of red and purple for a few seconds.
Kakashi whines once more when Obito pulls his hand away, slick with Kakashi’s spit, but the demon pays him no mind and wipes his hand off on his shirt. He flashes Kakashi an impish grin. “Now get dressed. You have mass in fifteen minutes.”
He turns and leaves the room to head for the grotto, and Kakashi can only stare, flush rising to his cheeks, chest rising up and down as he tries to catch his breath.
Mass goes horribly.
Kakashi can see Obito at the far corner of the room the whole time. There’s something in the way he’s smirking, the way he’s leaning casually against a wall ㅡ it looks like promise. Heat sparks up in Kakashi’s gut, his mind and heart racing as he wonders what it could be.
His brain flashes back to Obito’s skin against his, to Obito’s hand wrapped around his cock, Obito’s cum and spit-slicked fingers fucking in and out of Kakashi’s mouth. He’s amazed his voice doesn’t break and his knees don’t give out from under him.
He feels so guilty, delivering mass while his mind wanders, arousal spurred on with the thoughts of a demon’s piercing eyes and blazing skin. Isn’t it blasphemy, in a sense?
Kakashi isn’t even out of his robes when he stumbles inside his quarters, followed by a second set of footsteps, door slamming shut behind him. Cold fingers wrap around his wrists, and Kakashi yelps when Obito turns them both around and presses him against the door with inhuman strength. Obito is in his demon form, skin pale and eyes and grin fucking gleam underneath the candlelight.
Obito leans closer, chuckles in Kakashi’s ear. “Did you miss me, Kakashi?”
Like Hell I’d miss you, Kakashi wants to say, but all that leaves his mouth is a strained whimper. Obito laughs, pressing closer ㅡ Kakashi can feel hard flesh pressing against his thigh, and he bites down on his lip to resist the urge of moaning outright.
“Did you think about me in mass, Kakashi?” Obito whispers, hot breath hitting the shell of Kakashi’s ear, the latter shivering in response. “Did you think of my touch as you read the Gospel? Did you fantasize as you delivered your Homily, about my hand wrapped around your cock? Of you, bent in half, moaning and whining?” He shifts, and Kakashi realizesㅡoh, Obito’s cock is pressing against his own, now. It’s hard and hot and Kakashi lets out a shaky exhale, feeling his own cock twitch in his pants.
Obito’s grinding his clothed cock against Kakashi and the burst of sensation sends Kakashi surging forward and burying his face in Obito’s shoulder, crying out. Obito chuckles against his ear. His breath is hot and his voice is low. It’s rough and musky and mocking all rolled into one.
“Did you get hard waiting for Mass to end, thinking of all the filthy, sinful things you do in the dark, here in the goddamn clergy house of all places?”
“Fuck off,” Kakashi snarls under his breath, but his voice is weak and the way it breaks off into the moan ruins the effect. Obito even laughs. He noses along Kakashi’s neck, licking a stripe down an artery, and Kakashi clenches his fists so hard that his knuckles go white. His legs are shaking. His breath is held.
“I’d bet,” Obito says, tilting his head up and staring at Kakashi through half-lidded eyes, “If I put my thigh between your legs, you’d ride it, wouldn’t you?”
“No,” Kakashi scowls, heart thrumming in his ears. Obito just raises his eyebrows and does exactly what he said he would, pressing closer to Kakashi with his thigh against the tent in Kakashi’s vestments. Kakashi bites back another noise and tries not to grind against the flesh, but it’s difficult, and his knees are shaking from keeping himself in check.
“No?” Obito raises an eyebrow, pushing forward a little more. Heat flares. Temptation flares. Kakashi does his best to ignore it. “But if you’d look at yourself, Kakashi, if you’d see the state you’re in…” His fingers trail down the sides of Kakashi’s arms, and Kakashi shivers. “What a good boy,” Obito murmurs. “Do you want me to suck you off, Kakashi?”
And Kakashi’s cock is so hard, aching. His hips stutter as he searches for friction but Obito’s hand is on his waist, keeping him still.
Kakashi moans, a high-pitched keen that makes Obito growl and cant his hips against Kakashi’s. “Please.”
He can feel Obito smile against his skin. Obito’s sliding down to his knees, unzipping Kakashi’s slacks. He’s tugging Kakashi’s pants along with his underwear. Kakashi’s cock springs out, red at the tip, precum dribbling down the shaft.
“So wet for me,” Obito murmurs. “So good, Kakashi.”
Kakashi bites his lip and swallows and mumbles prayers under his breath. His knees are shaking. He bunches up the end of the robe between his teeth so that he has something to bite down on.
A wet tongue flits out, licks feather light up the shaft, and Kakashi cries out. His fingers find Obito’s hair, slipping between the white curls and tugging. Obito groans against his cock and the vibrations make Kakashi strain forward. He thrusts deeper into Obito’s mouth, unable to help himself ㅡ Obito’s mouth is so warm, so wet around his sensitive skin. Obito hollows his cheeks and sucks. Kakashi’s back arches, and he keens as his grip tightens around Obito’s hair.
He’s staring up, locking his eyes with Kakashi’s. There’s something that drives Kakashi wild about it, about how sinful it looks.
It’s to be expected, Kakashi knows, seeing as Obito is a being of sin itself, but God if it isn’t heady.
Obito pulls back a little. He traces a particularly thick vein with his tongue before swirling it around the tip, the slit. Kakashi’s toes curl. Obito sucks, and Kakashi’s rolling his hips, feeling himself getting closerㅡ
And Obito’s pulling back. Kakashi cries out at the loss, cloth slipping out from between his teeth to fall over his frame again. He staggers, leaning against the wall for balance. He’s panting, and his cock is twitching, and he thrusts up against air as he searches for that tiny push, that tiny nudge that will bring him over the edge. “Please,” he whimpers. "Please.”
“Not so soon,” Obito tells him, a wicked grin on his face as he stands up, “We’re just getting started.”
Kakashi scowls. Obito threads his fingers in Kakashi’s hair, tilts Kakashi’s head up, and Kakashi’s stomach does flip flops when he sees Obito’s smirk and meets his dark gaze.
“Good boy,” Obito grunts, leaning forward and joining their lips to engage in a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss, Obito swallowing down every needy moan slipping from Kakashi’s lips, their tongues sliding across each other’s. His hand slips downward, palming Kakashi’s bare cock. Kakashi melts into the kiss and grinds up against Obito’s palm. “Do you want my cock?”
“Please,” Kakashi says again, all restraint gone, and distantly he wonders if it’s the only word he knows, anymore.
Obito pulls back just a little. He’s still close, pressing their foreheads together, eyes blown and staring into the crevices of Kakashi’s soul. “Please, what?”
Kakashi’s cheeks burn anew. Part of him doesn’t want to say it, still embarrassed, ashamed, but his cock is so hard and so is Obito’s, and it’s pressed against Kakashi’s thigh, heavy and enticing.
“Your cock,” Kakashi manages to choke out. It’s a process they know all too well now, yet he still stumbles through the words, embarrassed and ashamed. “I-I need it.”
“You’re so pretty when you beg.” Obito’s grin is all sharp teeth and pale lips. He squeezes Kakashi’s cock and flicks his wrists, and Kakashi’s legs turn to jelly. He’s only upright because Obito’s still pressing him to the wall, sharp teeth grazing his skin, the junction where his neck meets his shoulder. “What do you need it for?”
“F-Fuck,” Kakashi swears between his teeth. “Need you to fuck me. Please.”
Kakashi thinks there are tears forming in his eyes.
Obito hisses in his ear again, pressing a kiss underneath it. “Kneel for me, Kakashi.”
Kakashi obeys, falling to his knees without another word. He has his palms flat on the floor and his gaze firmly down, and he can only feel Obito going down on one knee behind him. Obito makes one of those considering noises again, clicking his tongue and humming under his breath. It’s clinical, distant, and all the more humiliating. Here Kakashi is, on his knees with his ass up in the air and his cock twitching against his belly, and Obito is unaffected, merely examining him with mild interest like one would do to a museum exhibit.
And then Obito’s snapping his fingers ㅡ Kakashi feels a shudder crawl up his skin at that, like a warm sort of fizz racing up his spine. Obito does this sometimes, does it when he doesn’t want Kakashi to cum, and the implications of it leave him breathless. He’s tracing around Kakashi’s hole. His fingers are warm, slick with some kind of lubricant. Kakashi pushes his ass back and Obito pulls his hand away.
“Get on with it,” Kakashi snaps.
“Don’t talk back to me.”
The harsh, commanding tone in Obito’s voice leaves Kakashi keening. He pushes his ass higher up in the air, and Obito sighs like he’s inconvenienced before pushing his finger inside.
Kakashi cries, ass clenching around the finger. And then Obito’s pushing another one in, and a third one, barely giving Kakashi any time to get used to the stretch. He moves his fingers around. Kakashi clenches his fists and fucks himself on Obito’s fingers, and when Obito curls them inside Kakashi and strikes that sweet, sweet chord deep inside him the pleasure makes Kakashi’s vision go white for the briefest moment. His eyes roll back and he arches his back, cock spurting more precum on his stomach.
“Look at you,” Obito hisses, pulling his pants down and pumping his own cock with his free hand. “Sweet, innocent Father Kakashi. The other people here probably think you’re such a pure soul, a perfect priest.”
Kakashi’s brain searches for words, but his mind is blank, zeroed in on the ecstasy that’s shooting up his body. All he can do is moan and grind back against Obito’s fingers, and it still isn’t enough. He needs more. He needsㅡ
Obito’s flipping him over, rough and sudden, so that he’s on his back with his legs up and spread. He can see Obito’s face, sees that he’s sweating, sees that his mismatched eyes are so much more dilated now. Sees that his hair is sticking to his forehead, veins straining more against pale skin. He slips his fingers out and Kakashi whines in complaint, ass clenching around nothing.
It feels empty. He needs it back. He’s so, so close.
Obito positions himself between Kakashi’s legs, spreading them even wider before he thrusts forward. Kakashi throws his head back and screams, body arching off the floor. The stretch of Obito’s cock makes his head spin, makes him drool just from the pleasure it’s bringing him. It’s thick, pulsing inside him, and Kakashi can feel every vein pushing against his walls as Obito bottoms out.
“What do you think they’ll say, Kakashi?” Obito’s eyes are gleaming, tantalizing. “When they see you stretched out around a demon’s cock, whoring yourself out to the one creature your religion shuns the most?”
They’ll say he’s so bad, Kakashi thinks. They’ll call him filthy for spreading his legs and moaning out like a wanton whore, for allowing himself to be tempted by the licking flames of the sins of the flesh. He tries not to show how hot and bothered that thought makes him, but his cheeks are redder than before and his cock is straining and quivering between his thighs.
“You like that?” Obito asks, a harsh whisper, rolling his hips.
Kakashi can’t find it in him to reply. He’s not even sure he’s physically capable of such. His insides are ablaze, pleasure coursing through his veins like wildfire. All he can do is moan and keen and writhe around Obito’s cock. Obito grips Kakashi’s hips hard enough to bruise, and he pulls out until only the head of his cock is inside Kakashi before snapping his hips forward and slamming inside again.
“Answer me, Kakashi,” Obito snaps.
“I do!” Kakashi cries in between loud, wanton moans. “I like it, I likeㅡnnghㅡ!”
“Do you want them to see? Minato, Kushina, Itachi, while a demon fucks you until you’re sobbing into the sheets?” Obito accentuates these words with a snap of his hips, slamming his cock deeper into Kakashi every time. “Want me to fuck you in front of them?”
“Yes!” Kakashi doesn’t even know what he’s agreeing to at this point, words mixing into one incoherent blurb in his head, drowned out by pleasemoreharderpleaseㅡ
Obito’s thrusts are slow ㅡ so painfully, torturously slow ㅡ but they’re powerful. With every slam of his hips he hits that sweet spot deep inside Kakashi, making his toes curl and his vision go blank. The quarters are filled with nothing but Kakashi’s cries and moans and Obito’s occasional grunt and the slapping of skin against skin. But it’s slow, so slow, Kakashi needs, Kakashi needsㅡ
“Harder,” Kakashi pants, arms wrapped around Obito’s neck. “Please, Obito, please.”
Obito doesn’t seem to listen, even though the glint in his eyes says otherwise. So Kakashi flips them both over so he’s straddling Obito, the demon’s cock still nestled deep inside him. It’s so good, so good ㅡ Obito raises his eyebrows with a chuckle, but Kakashi ignores him.
He raises his hips and slams down and he sees stars in his vision. He repeats the motion again and again, rides Obito hard and fast, letting go of any and all inhibition in the world as he bends back and lets the moans and screams spill out of his lungs unabashedly. It’s frantic and desperate and filthy, but Kakashi loves the stretch of his ass around Obito’s cock, loves the way Obito presses against his insides, cock pulsing with Kakashi, hot and big and veiny.
He chases that edge, but he can’t reach it, his cock spasming and eager to cum. He’s there but the tension remains, coiled inside his cock like something’s holding him back, even as his toes curl and his cock jerksㅡ
“Please let me cum,” he sobs, “Fuck, please, Obitoㅡ”
“Desperate boy,” Obito taunts. “Where’s all that bravado from earlier, hm?”
Obito snaps his hips up, hands slipping underneath Kakashi’s robes to play with his sensitive cock. Kakashi makes an unholy noise from the bottom of his throat.
He doesn’t know where the bravado from earlier went, too. It’s humiliating, how quickly he spiraled into a whimpering, moaning mess falling apart at the seams, begging Obito to go harder, faster, please let me cum oh God please I’m so closeㅡ but he doesn’t even care anymore. All that he cares about is that his cock is painfully hard, leaking yet unable to actually cum, and that Obito’s fucking him oh-so-good, rolling his hips in tandem even as Kakashi rides him like his life depends on it. His nails dig into Obito’s hard skin, leaving small crescents that are sure to disappear within moments. Obito’s lips search for his again. The kiss is searing, hungry, sucking every moan and cry and whine, hands coming to Kakashi’s hair to pull him impossibly closer.
Obito pulls away from the kiss to bite Kakashi’s ear. “What a fucking whore.”
Kakashi whines wordlessly, writhing in Obito’s arms, grinding down on the demon’s cock. The sensations are making him dizzy, and Kakashi’s pretty sure he’s losing his mind.
“Who do you belong to?”
Obito snaps his hips up, and Kakashi chokes on a breath. “You.”
“Who owns you?”
“You do,” Kakashi shouts as the tip of Obito’s cock hits his prostate again and again and again. “Yours,” he sobs. “Yours, yours, yours.”
He chants it over and over again, the pleasure making his head spin, making him grind down even harder against Obito’s cock. There’s something so erotic, so arousing in how sacrilegious it isㅡhe’s still in his holy vestments for fuck’s sake, and here he is moaning like a whore and offering himself and his body up to a demon and liking it.
“Mine,” Obito growls. There’s a sense of finality in it, a sense of finality that settles in Kakashi’s gut, and the demon snaps his fingers once more before he digs his teeth into the flesh of Kakashi’s shoulder. Kakashi doesn’t even bother to bite back a piercing cry.
Kakashi feels it the moment the demon cums, thick, hot fluid spurting inside of him and filling him. It’s at that moment Kakashi screams, hot white ropes spurting out of his cock and onto his chest. He keeps riding Obito frantically throughout the orgasm and tries to chase more of it, clenching and squeezing around Obito’s cock as if trying to milk it of every last drop of cum, the pleasure so hot so good it’s addicting.
Soon he’s falling back on the floor, spent cock twitching against his stomach. Obito pulls out, and he can hear the demon’s laugh rumble in his ear, but Kakashi’s too tired to keep his eyes open.
He can vaguely process Obito cleaning up and carrying him to the bed, whispering, “Until next time,” and pulling the covers up over him, and then he’s falling asleep.