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Kakashi wasted no time, now sure he was facing the stranger’s real body. He threw the shuriken he’d been holding towards him and grabbed another kunai knife. The Akatsuki member dodged the attack and the silver-haired shinobi heard him get a weapon on his own. The rattle of chains cut through the momentary silence between them and soon metal clashed against metal.
The Hatake watched each of the tiniest movements with his Sharingan, closing his right eye. Too occupied with hand-to-hand combat with conventional weapons, neither of them weaved any hand signs. Kakashi was forced to use two knives, though, as the chains almost wrapped around him several times. He needed to parry them and couldn’t land any attacks.
His opponent knew perfectly how to swing the chain, despite it being attached to both of his wrists. The silver-haired shinobi had never faced anyone with such a unique weapon choice. He could feel that the masked man was going for his neck, to choke him. After another close call, he changed his strategy by jumping back to create some distance between them.
The masked Akatsuki member put his hands together to unleash Katon Jutsu on Kakashi. It wasn’t surprising for someone claiming to be Uchiha Madara - Fire style Jutsu was the Uchiha clan’s speciality.
The Hatake made the hand signs to form his best and fastest defence - the Doton wall to gain some time. He had to consider his options. The fight was too fast-paced for any long-term decisions or plans. He just needed to survive from one hit to another and try to finally land a blow. A realisation struck him as he thought whether he’d be able to even graze the enemy with a blade.
“You’ve made a mistake bringing me to where your real body is,” Kakashi said as he jumped from behind the crumbling wall. His opponent’s Katon was powerful enough to destroy his defence. The Konoha shinobi held shuriken between the fingers of each hand and began throwing them in the way of the masked stranger.
“You heavily underestimate me,” the man replied, dodging the flying shuriken. One of them manages to cut the fabric on his sleeve but not a single blade struck his actual body. “I don’t need to rely on my intangibility to overpower you.”
Kakashi was surprised by the enemy confirming his theory so easily. Wherever they currently were, the Akatsuki member was unable to make his body untouchable. The Konoha shinobi wondered if that dimension had other properties working against him as well.
He wasn’t given much time to plan ahead as he saw the masked man form the next set of hand signs. Known for his speed and ability in copying his opponents’ Ninjutsu, Kakashi decided to counter the next attack with an identical one.
Yet as his hands copied the exact signs, observing the ways the Akatsuki member’s fingers moved carefully with his Sharingan, he soon realised something was… wrong. The technique looked familiar but Kakashi could tell he’d never used it himself. It wasn’t one of the five Chakra natures, it was…
“M-mokuton?!” The silver-haired man took a step back as his opponent finished by clasping his hands. Kakashi knew just how dangerous it could be to get caught up in such a powerful and rare technique.
The ground in front of him crumbled and he made sure to get away from the sprouting tendrils. They looked nothing like the wooden pillars made with Tenzo’s Chakra. They reminded Kakashi more of sharp spikes ready to pierce anything. The Hatake wasn’t sure how to counter them if they’d reach him-
His back collided against something and the silver-haired man opened both eyes in shock. A moment later both of his arms were restricted, the wooden tendrils coiling around them like snakes. In a split second Kakashi was stripped off nearly all of his defences. With his hands separated and immobilised, he couldn’t grab any more weapons or form any more signs.
The silver-haired man struggled against the binds as more of them wrapped over his body. One tendril hovered over his midriff and another one prevented Kakashi from kicking his legs.
“I’ve told you. Don’t underestimate me, Kakashi,” the masked stranger chuckled as he took slow steps towards his captive. “I thought I could amuse you for a while since fighting is so deeply rooted in your brain. But our little play is over now.”
“And what are you planning to do now… Ngh!” The Konoha shinobi grunted, still pulling on the binds. All he needed was to release at least one arm. But the Mokuton tendrils were relentless, squeezing him even tighter.
“No matter what I tell you, you’ll keep being stubborn, won’t you?” The Akatsuki member placed a hand on Kakashi’s hair. His fingers tangled into the silver locks, pulling on them to make the Hatake look up. “I have my ways of convincing you, though.”
“I’m not going to listen to anything you say.” Kakashi gritted his teeth. The pull on his hair wasn’t painful but he was forced to look at that orange mask, and at the single visible eye.
“We’ll see once I’m done with you.”
The Konoha shinobi felt a chill of uneasiness run down his spine as the tomoes spun in the Sharingan, preparing a Dojutsu. Kakashi knew what it meant, with no way of looking away, he’d be caught in the enemy’s illusion.
Yet nothing changed, he was still caught in the Mokuton binds, with the masked stranger’s hand in his hair. For a moment, the Hatake wondered if the Genjutsu had been even cast in the first place. There was a faint feeling as though the world around them became… smaller and the colours faded out. But then, his captor let go of holding his head and stepped around him. Kakashi couldn’t look around well enough, feeling less control in his neck.
“I wonder how long you’ll last before you’re begging me for mercy,” the Akatsuki member said, his voice close to the Konoha shinobi’s ear.
“Do you really think I’ll beg? For what? To let me into your band of criminals?” Kakashi growled, frustrated that he still couldn’t free a single limb.
The man behind him chuckled darkly. He put one hand over his captive’s chest and let the gloved fingers dance over Kakashi’s clothes before slowly making his way down towards his pants.
“Oh no, I won’t be sharing you with anyone… You’re strictly mine,” as he said that, his hand stopped on the belt holding the silver-haired man’s pants up.
“W-wait, what are you-?!” Kakashi jerked his legs, anxiety spiking up in his stomach. He’d been expecting something much different from the enemy. “Stop this!”
“And who said something about not begging?” The masked man kept laughing between his words. He ignored what the Hatake was saying and unbuckled the belt to push the clothes down, exposing Kakashi’s underwear. “When I said I have plans for you, I meant making you my pet.”
He ran his finger over the outline of Kakashi’s dick, putting small pressure over the clothed member. The silver-haired man gritted his teeth and struggled against the wooden tendrils with more desperation.
“Pet? Y-you’re sick,” Kakashi spat out. “You want me to be your fucktoy?!”
“I tried putting it into nicer words for you,” the masked man hummed. He sounded too pleased for Kakashi’s liking. “But if you prefer being called a fucktoy, then I won’t mind.”
He hooked his thumb over the hem of the underwear. The Hatake felt the muscles on his stomach tremble under the touch. The realisation he was trapped with no chance of escape was truly setting in and he hated it. Had he known that, he wouldn’t have engaged in any sort of combat.
“It’s a little too late to have regrets now.” The masked stranger seemed to read through his thoughts perfectly. “But don’t you worry, I’ll make sure you enjoy the entire process as I make you into a perfect plaything.”
Kakashi heard something clatter against the concrete floor and when he felt the other’s breath on his ear, he shuddered realising it must’ve been that orange mask. He wished he could turn around, even more, wanting to at least see the face of his captor.
The silver-haired man bit back a grunt as his underwear was pulled down as well, revealing his dick. But despite the current situation, he couldn’t feel anything beyond frustration. It was as though his fear had been blocked.
“Fuck off,” he retorted. “I won’t enjoy anything you do to me.”
Kakashi still gasped when the gloved hand wrapped around his cock. The man from Akatsuki didn’t move, for now, simply tracing his pinky finger in circles at the base of his captive’s member.
“You don’t have to lie to me,” he chuckled softly. Kakashi felt the hot exhale on his skin cause him to shiver. “You’ll like it a lot if you stop resisting.”
“I’ll make you pay for this,” the Konoha shinobi growled. He refused to find enjoyment in the current situation even if his body was slowly telling him he wanted it. One way or another, control was slipping out of his body not only through the wooden binds.
Kakashi once again wondered if it truly could be a Genjutsu but his thoughts were interrupted by his captor’s hand lazily stroking up and down his length. He groaned and closed his eyes, the heat immediately spreading in his abdomen.
“The only payment I need are your moans and gasps, my pet.” Another puff of hot air tingled Kakashi’s skin. “If you make these sweet sounds for me, I’ll release you sooner.”
“Fuck you- Nnngh!” The silver-haired man almost bit his tongue when he felt the hand squeeze at the base of his cock before continuing its movements. “Y-you sick bastard!”
“I said moans, not such foul words,” the Akatsuki member tutted. He gave Kakashi’s dick a few harsher tugs to make him writhe in pleasure more before slowing down. “If you can’t do that yet, then I guess I should find your mouth a better use.”
The Hatake couldn’t even ask what the other had in store for him as two fingers pulled down his mask and were shoved into his mouth. His jaw relaxed involuntarily and despite the desire to bite down on the man holding him captive, he couldn’t do it. The digits pushed deeper until he felt the very tips graze the back of his throat, making him drool and gag.
“You’ll be sucking on much better things in the future, of course,” the voice next to his ear sounded dangerous and gleeful. “But I have to make sure you’re good enough at it.”
Kakashi could only whine as the fingers began thrusting into his mouth, reaching as deeper as they could with every shove. All his protests were now muffled and the hand on his cock was moving in a more deliberate way. He felt every vein on his soon hard member be given equal attention, the fingers seeking his most vulnerable spots. The thumb would often swipe over the head, tease the slit and gather the precum glistening on top of his cock.
“See how good you are now? There was no need to struggle in the first place.” The man from Akatsuki was pleased. He nibbled on Kakashi’s earlobe and spoke in a hushed tone. “This little training session will go well if only you operate.”
The Hatake tried to let out a cry of protest but the fingers in his mouth were merciless. They toyed with his tongue and thrust deeper and deeper, playing with his gag reflex. Kakashi couldn’t even think whether it felt unpleasant because the pleasure pooling within him, radiating from his dripping cock was enough to override everything else. It was getting too difficult to think of a way out, all of his rational thoughts being drowned out by the rising lust.
He knew he was nearing orgasm as the skilful fingers focused their attention around the head of his dick. Kakashi was moaning around the digits in his mouth and tears pricked his eyes. He didn’t mean to find it so pleasurable but he couldn’t deny it. The stranger’s hand guided him towards the release, picking up a faster pace with its movements. The sounds the Konoha shinobi was making became quicker and sharper as he was so close.
But the orgasm didn’t come. Kakashi whimpered as the man from Akatsuki stroked him at a slower pace again, simply chuckling into his ear.
“Did you think I’d let you cum this easily?” The hot tongue left a wet stripe on the silver-haired man’s cheek. “You have to learn how to ask me first, Kakashi.”
The Hatake couldn’t answer with the fingers still moving in his mouth. The saliva was running down his jaw and neck, completely soaking the black fabric of his mask and the front of his vest. The fingers teasing his dripping cock massaged his balls now, only making more and more of the unbearable hotness gather between his legs.
“Don’t worry, I’ll teach you. I’ll teach my little pet everything he needs to know.”
The hand on his member sped up once more, making it twitch in the hold and Kakashi was shutting his eyes again. Muffled mewls tried to escape his abused throat and more precum dribbled from his cock. He was so close to reaching an orgasm but once again just as the silver-haired man felt being on the edge, he was denied the release.
Tears escaped his eyes and they didn’t go unnoticed. The fingers in his mouth halted and the Akatsuki member used his thumb to dry Kakashi’s cheeks.
“It’s okay, you’re doing very well. You want to cum, right?” The low tone of his voice seemed so much more attractive now. The Konoha shinobi found himself nodding, getting desperate. “That’s it, good boy. You want to ask me to let you cum…”
Kakashi was moaning even louder around the fingers down his throat. The digits working on his cock were relentless, constantly pushing him further and further into the pleasure. He thought he’d finally orgasm, after agreeing to his captor’s words. But all that awaited him was more frustration, more desperation. His member ached with a need that just kept building up.
“That’s not everything,” the man from Akatsuki explained when Kakashi let out a high-pitched whine. “You don’t just want to cum, Kakashi. You want to cum with something inside of you…”
The silver-haired man thought of being stretched, of the wet fingers debauching his mouth entering him from behind. The pure lewd image in his mind made pleasant sparks spread all over him and he couldn’t say no. He didn’t even consider shaking his head, nodding just like before. He needed to cum so badly nothing could stop him from agreeing.
“Yes, of course. I’ll give you what you need.” With another promise came the faster pace of the hand servicing Kakashi’s cock. But it still wasn’t enough to make him orgasm, only leaving him crying for the release. “However… It’s not the fingers you want, Kakashi. You want something else… Only one thing can make you cum.”
The treacherous mouth whispered of more lessons that awaited the Konoha shinobi. With every sentence said against his ear he was denied orgasms, sending him spiralling down the despair. Kakashi was losing the track of time, drowning in the searing hot desperation. It was a never-ending cycle of being brought near to orgasm and denied. His cock ached, covered in the translucent precum that continuously spurted from the tip.
At some point, Kakashi just couldn’t register the words spoken to him anymore. All he felt and all that filled his mind was the pleasure, the unbearable heat that just kept rising to impossible extremes. It was melting him from the inside, stripping him of any inhibitions. If it weren’t for the fingers in his mouth stopping him from uttering a single word, he’d be spitting out litanies of pleas.
It felt like an eternity of being kept on the edge before the Mokuton tendrils released his wrists and ankles. The silver-haired man fell to the ground and grunted in pain, feeling it radiate from his back. But the ache was only momentary as his mind was still completely drunk on the hot pleasure within him.
His cock was throbbing, trapped in his pants. The outline of his hard member was evident under the clothes, along with a damp patch right where the head was. The precum had stained the fabric and still kept dribbling from the tip of his cock. Kakashi couldn’t understand why.
As he looked at the figure looming over him, he realised just what had happened. The man from Akatsuki was still hiding his face behind his mask. He was still standing in front of Kakashi, not having moved from his spot. The Hatake’s previous suspicion, now a hazy memory, must’ve been right. The colours were brighter again and he was aware of just how vast space they were in was. He’d been trapped in the worst, most unbearable Genjutsu of his entire life. And now the only difference was that he was on the ground, still fully clothed.
“W-what…” He whimpered with confusion. “I-I need-!”
His member still twitched with desire and the Konoha shinobi couldn’t forget the words continuously whispered into his ear throughout the illusion that seemingly had lasted hours. The silver-haired man swallowed thickly as the man towering over him chuckled.
“I told you, you were only lying to yourself,” he sounded delighted. “You took your training very well, Kakashi. You look so fucked out… But I’m not done yet.”
He crouched so his Sharingan eye was almost on the same level as Kakashi’s. He tangled his fingers into the silver hair again and the Konoha shinobi could hear him smile under the mask.
“Get yourself off for me, pet, and I might give you what you need.”
Kakashi was immediately spurred into action, his mind set on being filled with something. He sloppily pushed fingers into his mouth, remembering the way the masked man’s digits facefucked him just moments ago in the Genjutsu. Saliva dripped down his entire hand and over his arm as he tried to coat his fingers with enough drool.
With his other hand, the Hatake was pushing his pants down. He needed to finally free the throbbing cock from the confines and exposed himself completely to the captor. Kakashi didn’t care anymore, only feeling encouraged as he heard a pleased hum from above.
Desperation was getting the best of him and he was soon pushing the first of the wet digits into his tight hole. He threw his head back, hissing at the sudden stretch. But he needed more, his body craved it. Kakashi pumped the finger in and out of himself a few times before inserting the second one.
The masked man simply watched him, not saying anything. His red eye was focused on the way the silver-haired man’s hole greedily swallowed the digits. Kakashi was looking at him through the half-lidded eyes and his cock kept twitching between his legs, ready to release.
It was as though someone had just snapped their fingers when the Hatake grazed over his prostate. His member spurted out ropes of white and Kakashi moaned loudly as he came. Nothing was obstructing his mouth anymore so his mewls echoed in the empty space to his captor’s satisfaction.
And yet, the orgasm didn’t feel satisfying enough. Tears ran down his face, droplets caused by frustration and pleasure. The masked man had to be smiling as he caressed Kakashi’s cheek.
“You’re crying so sweetly, becoming my whore… I knew you’d be perfect for me.”
After the brief touch, he reached for the orange mask. The silver-haired man wasn’t sure what kind of face he’d see behind it. There was a spike of anxiety in his stomach, thinking he’d see the same face that had been carved on one of the giant statues in the Valley of the End. But the lust clouding his mind told him that no matter who it would be, he wanted them.
“Y-you…” he stammered. What he saw were two mismatched eyes - a Sharingan and a Rinnegan. Half of his captor’s face was marred with deep scars, indicating an old and major injury.
A flash of recognition shone in Kakashi’s eyes. It had been so long since he’d last seen that face but the image had been carved in his heart. The rough years could’ve changed it but in the end, it was still familiar to him. The face of the only person he’d ever loved.
More tears ran down his face as the Uchiha cupped the Konoha shinobi’s face with both hands. They felt gentle and warm even through the leather gloves. But the worry was still rooted in Kakashi’s mind. That it wasn’t truly him.
“O… Obito…?”
One hand left his face and the Hatake jerked his legs when he felt the fingers wrap around his shaft, making him remember the feeling he’d been drunk on in the illusion. He gasped and squirmed, even though his body wanted more of the touches.
“Yes, you can moan my name if you want to,” the dark-haired man grinned hungrily, stroking Kakashi’s cock slowly. “If it’s from you, I love hearing it.”
“B-but wh- Nnngh!”
He wasn’t holding the silver-haired man’s face any longer and instead positioned his cock at his entrance. He only pushed the tip in before looking Kakashi straight into his eyes.
“Shh, you don’t have to ask questions as my pet.” The twin Sharingan stared into one another. “You just want to feel good and to please me.”
As if he could read Kakashi’s doubts, Obito’s eye changed shape, forming a black pinwheel on the red background. The symbol the Konoha shinobi was too familiar with.
Their Mangekyo Sharingan.
“It’s just me,” the Uchiha hushed in a reassuring tone when a sob ripped out of Kakashi’s throat. Their mouths were so close they could feel each other’s breath on their lips. “I wouldn’t let anyone else take you.”
The Hatake didn’t even know what happened first - Obito pushing his cock into him or their mouths crashing together in a kiss. Kakashi parted his lips to let the Uchiha’s tongue in and their muscles danced together in his mouth.
Obito drove his length deeper into his hole, thrusting hard from the very beginning. The silver-haired man was gasping and moaning into their kiss. More tears spilt from his eyes and he felt the sparks of pleasure throughout his entire body. He couldn’t get enough of Obito’s closeness now, he craved his touch in every part of him. Kakashi needed him to claim his mouth, fill him up and caress his face. At some point, his hand left the Konoha shinobi’s cock but Kakashi didn’t mind anymore.
“Nghh- Aah- O-Obito… Obito... “ He was mewling the name of the name wrecking him from the inside when they broke the kiss. The dark-haired man was smiling at him, his mismatched eyes glinting with pride.
“I know all you’ve ever wanted is this pleasure… Nngh... Serving me… Because you love me,” the Uchiha said between his thrusts. He was driving his cock right into Kakashi’s prostate just to hear more of his moans.
The Hatake nodded rapidly in agreement. He felt so fulfilled and satisfied at the moment. Like he truly belonged there, under Obito. He didn’t need to think about anything else. When he heard the next words, he let out a broken sob.
“And I want to keep you as my pet because I love you too.”
Kakashi almost screamed as Obito chased his climax, fucking into him. The silver-haired man came when he felt the hot seed fill him up. The Uchiha almost collapsed on top of him, breathing heavily. He stared at Kakashi with desire.
As he pulled out, the Hatake felt the cum drip out of his ass. The white fluid ran down his cheeks and he whined at the loss. Obito kissed his face again, petting the hair.
“My beautiful pet. You're not going back to Konoha. You're going to stay right here, just for me."