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He remembers Obito Uchiha, commander of the Konoha army, crying out in surprise as an enemy came from the ground, very nearly striking and killing him if not for Kakashi leaping in front of him, taking the hit and losing his eye, but slaying his enemy with his sword in the process.
Obito had barely looked at him before turning away as a great hawk and its rider descended, landing next to him.
"You are lucky he saved you," the rider, a dark haired boy with mismatched red and purple eyes and raven hair that obscured his face had remarked blandly to Obito, as if the chaos of the battle bored him. "At this point you can hardly get uglier."
Kakashi had scoffed, before cringing in pain, for Obito was a powerful, far from unattractive man.
“Dear cousin,” Obito had responded, unaffected. “Lend me Garuda that I may bring him to our home.”
“Why him?” he had asked expressionless.
“His beauty pleases me greatly. And he has saved my life this day; he deserves a place of honor, Sasuke.”
Sasuke had rolled his eyes. “Honor,” he scoffs, but he nodded at the beast awaiting his signal, who wasted no time in scooping Kakashi into one of its talons, gracefully pushing off with its other leg and soaring into the sky.
Kakashi had watched as Obito's stern glare grew smaller and smaller, until his form, until the very trees and earth below him, became tiny specs in his blurred vision. They traveled for some time, across lakes and fields and cities and countries, until they came to a great mountain, the hawk climbing up and up and up into the sky until it reached the peak as Kakashi dozed in and out of consciousness.
Finally, the hawk landed, dropping him harshly on a cold floor. Kakashi shields his remaining eye from the glare and radiance of his surroundings, wincing as the gash along the entire left side of his face reminds him as he slowly regained his bearings of his own mortality.
"Wake up, mortal, your honor awaits," Sasuke greets, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
Kakashi forces himself to stand, an ominous feeling settling in his guts as he begins to truly take in his surroundings. The floor of golden blindingly reflects the sun, his one good eye squinting through the glare. Golden columns surround the edges, with nothingness to be seen beyond with how high up the mountain they are, on what he assumes is the peak. Above is no roof but the clear blue sky.
“And who might you be?” questions a deep, foreboding voice, interrupting his thoughts.
“I am Kakashi, son of Sakumo—”
The voice, coming from a deeply intimidating figure, armored in red and clothed in purple, though there is no battle where they are, interrupts him, waving him off. “Are you descended of anyone of import?” he demands.
Kakashi sees Obito arrive out of the corner of his eye, peeling off his drench-soaked armor and cloak off, walking naked to stand with the group of people standing off to the side Kakashi can't quite discern through the glare.
Kakashi shifts his weight, wishing very much to rest and put proper bandaging on his eye. He wonders if the clothe will be made of gold as well. “My mother is Utsukushi Nagare, daughter of Suijin.”
His frown deepens. “I know of no Suijin.”
“I believe that is what the humans call Kiiro, dear brother,” says the quiet yet certain voice of the woman sitting next to him on an equally grand throne.
The man smiles cruelly. “Ah, yes. Kiiro. Do you know why he is called Kiiro amongst the gods, son of Nagare? Why his name means yellow when the gods you descend from are silver of hair?” He does not wait for Kakashi’s response. “As you must know, he was a god of the river that flows through Konohagakure. He thought himself our equal, and even declared as such. He, a Titan, an off branch of the true gods of Uchiha blood and of lesser powers. So we widowed his pitiful little mortal wife and left his half-blood daughter fatherless and then pissed in his sacred river so all might know his true place.
“You should kneel before Madara, your god,” he instructs, “for the vile Titan have long since been defeated, and you have tainted our sacred halls of Hana no Ie with your filthy blood.”
He sinks to his knees as he realizes he has no choice but to, surrounded as he is by the gods. He chances a look over at Obito, but his expression still betrays no emotion. “I would never claim to be of your high standing, Lord Madara. Forgive me for intruding on your home.”
Madara strides forward, sneering at Obito. “Is this your hero in battle, Obito? Have you stooped so low as to need protection by a human? Watch as I desecrate your human, watch as we all.” He stops mere inches from Kakashi’s face before removing his armor and pulling the band of his pants down to reveal his cock, resting it under his testicles.
“I am about to use you as I wish, and then allow all here to do the same. What say you, mortal descendant of titans?”
Kakashi’s chest tightens as the lengthy cock before him hardens before his gaze. He looks around the room, counting the gods soon to defile him. There is no escape, no descent from this house of gods and rape. He wishes he had died on that battlefield, Obito be damned for bringing him here.
“You ask questions there is no answer to,” he replies, “there is nothing for me to say.”
Madara grins, tugging at his cock, precome leaking onto the floor. “You are very wise, Hatake Kakashi, though your ancestors were not. For that I will allow my eldest son to take you next, as he seems partial to you.”
Kakashi darts his eye over to Obito, who remains stoic as ever, curse him, curse this place.
Madara grabs his hair roughly from the back, the tip of his cock brushing against Kakashi’s damaged eyelid. His other eye widens in terror and he gasps aloud as realizes Madara’s intent, unable to move away from the firm hand in his hair as Madara pushes the tip of his cock into Kakashi’s eye socket.
Kakashi cries out through clenched teeth, hands reaching out to grasp at the cloth of Madara’s pants to stabilize and resist as best he can while the tip of Madara’s head bumps his skull. He pulls out an instant later, slapping Kakashi harshly across the face.
“You dare touch a god without permission?” he admonishes, pulling roughly at his hair, not waiting for a response before shoving his cock back in Kakashi’s empty socket.
Kakashi grasps desperately at his own thighs, fingernails leaving bloody indents, gritting and grinding his teeth and he fights through immeasurable pain, knowing it would be somehow worse if he resisted or flinched. Madara smirks above him, rubbing the hard length as he twists the tip in the bloodied, shallow hole.
A lifetime seems to pass as Madara takes his pleasure, cruel, satisfied laughter drowning out Kakashi's whimpers and groans. Madara maintains his harsh grip on his hair, starting to thurst, not allowing Kakashi to move away as he nears completion. Finally, though, Kakashi feels come start to leak down his face, sticky and hot before Madara tosses him roughly to the floor.
"That is only the beginning," Madara reminds cruelly before Kakashi hears his armor clink as he adjusts his pants and walk away.
Kakashi remains prostrate, his forehead kissing the ground as he curses his beauty and bravery that brought him to his dreadful place. He blinks away the tears forming in his good eye as come drips out the other, their puddles mixing on the golden floor.
He vaguely hears Sasuke insisting he have next turn, which Obito vehemently denies. “He is not yours to touch, yet,” he snarls, his footfalls coming closer before stopping in front of him.
Kakashi deigns to raise his head then, blood and come and tears pouring from his eyes. “Why have you brought me here?” he questions.
Obito grazes his hand over the cut, course, scarred fingers pressing in to the exposed bone, smoothing Madara’s come into the wound. Kakashi flinches away, the gentle touch too harsh on his fragile skin.
“Sh, my little love. Let me touch and I will make you whole once more,” he soothes.
Then, Obito reaches up to the left side of his face, the side not scarred, and, with naught more than a cringe and a grunt, plucks his own eye from his face. Kakashi looks on in horror as Obito now drips blood from his socket and reaches towards Kakashi’s empty one, twisting the organ and popping it in. A warmth flows through Kakashi as he uses some sort of healing to sew the inner workings to the connections of his body.
Kakashi leans into his fingers, realizing the pain has subsided for the most part, and though the cut skin from eyebrow to the corner of his lip still feels taught and tender, he no longer bleeds. He blinks his eye open, and once more he can see, an altered yet enhanced version of its former capacity. The golden room comes into focus more clearly than he could have imagined possible.
The glare is finally gone, when he closes his right eye, his borrowed one giving the once-golden room a red tint. He can see clearly now those lined up to defile them. First, standing beside a grim-faced Madara, is a woman with a grin almost as cruel as her brother's, the one who had spoken up about the name they knew Kakashi's grandfather by. Beside him, a tall man in standard uniform and short, curled hair. Beside him, a woman swelled with child, with a gentle face, which Kakashi would describe as kind if he were less aware of his situation and what was to come. And next to her stood Sasuke, as unimpressed as usual, but his eyes kept darting between the pregnant woman beside him and the curly-haired man.
Obito brings his focus back to him, kissing his cheek. He can sense a power flowing through him that rivals even Madara. Why, he thinks, if he holds this much strength, will he allow all that are here to use what he claims is his? Kakashi meets his gaze, eyes questioning, and he sees now a great sorrow in Obito’s eyes.
Still, he says nothing, reaching for Kakashi’s shoulders to disrobe him. Kakashi goes along with it, thankful but still fearful of disobeying.
Obito lays him down gently, almost reverently, caressing the long scar going down his face before nudging his fingers against Kakashi’s soft lips, which he takes into his mouth and sucks on, grateful that this round will hopefully mean some consideration for his comfort.
Obtio presses his lips on his as he lowers his hand down to Kakashi's hole, his intense gaze unceasing as he presses his tongue in for Kakashi to suck on while he presses in, not stopping when Kakashi squints his eyes closed at the pressure. Very soon he's worked in two, and then three fingers, wasting no time in stroking his cock to full hardness before shoving in to the hilt all the way, taking Kakashi's breath away, his eyes widened in pain.
"You're hurting me!" he cries, hoping Obito of all people would have some compassion. Obito ignores him, moving to bite along his neck and shoulder, leaving impressions in his skin as he changes the angle of his cock and hitting Kakashi's prostate.
Finally, Kakashi can feel his own cock getting hard. He moans, risking placing his hand on Obito's knotted hair, fixating his eyes upward at the blue sky as Obito fucks into him harder. A particularly hard bite from Obito has him crying out, so close to release.
Obito sits Obito, fucking in harder still, his thrust growing sloppy as he nears his own orgasm. But just as Kakashi feels the base of his spine start to tingle, Obito grabs roughing onto the base of his cock, denying him while he empties himself into him.
"Izuna will have you next," is all he says before rising and taking his place amongst the other gods.
He lies there, breathless and aching, blinking up at the clear sky, pure and bliss. His only escape from the horrors befalling him.
"I've had five children, all born of gods," he hears a voice, Izuna's he assumes, say. "You hold the great honor of fathering my sixth," she smirks as she straddles him, pulling back her dress just enough to show where she's wet. She licks her hand obscenely before stroking his cock, twitching and sensitive from the recent orgasm. Slowly but surely, he's brought back to full hardness, and she wastes no time in hovering her dripping pussy over his now leaking cock.
"Please don't," he whispers in vain as she sinks down onto him, tight, and perfect and soft, and Kakashi has to clench his hands to resist from grabbing her hips and shoving his cock as deep into her as he can, forcing her the way she wants him to take her. He focusing on a bird as it passes overhead, but his vision is blocked by long, dark locks as she presses a kiss on his scarred eyebrow.
"I am Madara's sister, you know," she teases, moving to his ear to bite and lick. "I have born him three sons. Sasuke gave me a daughter, and Shisui another son. Shame that you are not a woman and cannot bare him a son." Kakashi squeezes his eyes shut. "You can keep this one, after it's born, for you and Obito. I have no use for a mere demigod."
He slows his breathing, knowing deep down there's no escaping his fate but resisting nonetheless. "Then why do it all."
She laughs cruelly in his ear. "Because I want to," she says, working her hips faster, scratching at his chest and nipples until he can't help but buck up into her. His flesh feels as though it were burning up, like some sort of fire burning through his veins. His thoughts become foggy, unable to think of anything but his cock sunk deep into Izuna's pussy. "Because I love how it feels to be bred and fat and pregnant." She moans sweetly, "because it makes Madara jealous and he'll fuck another boy into me after yours is born, ah!" Kakashi feels her cunt so tight around his cock, clenching his teeth before finally giving in to pleasure, to his fate.
He flips them over, taking control for the first time since being brought here, thrusting roughly into her as she rides through her orgasm, soaking through her dress where they're connected, moaning so loud to the skies that Kakashi hushes her with a kiss, not needing to be on Madara's bad side any more than he already is.
"And after you have that child?" He asks with a harsh thrust, hardly believing the words coming out of his mouth, but he feels enchanted, entranced, like there is nothing more he wants in this world than to give Izuna as many useless children as she wants it. "Will I give you as second before any of the other gods have a chance? Want me to make them so jealous you'll have children from each of the gods? Steal them away from their wives so they can pump a baby in you?" He reaches his hand down to rub at her clit, drowning in her moans, the way her eyes have rolled to the back of her head, the way her legs shake around him. "Tell me," he pants, "tell me what you want and I'll give it to you, if only you'll come on my cock and tell me."
The base of his spine goes numb, his thrusts grow sloppy as Izuna shouts for everyone to hear: "Make me pregnant! Fill me with your come, give me your child!" So he does, unloading deep in her pussy, where she wants it, her cunt squeezing tight, demanding everything he has. He slumps against her, spent, breathing harshly but not wanting to pull out.
Izuna hums, pleased. "Did I make that enjoyable for you?" she asks. Kakashi nods dumbly.
"Sorceress," Sasuke insults, standing suddenly over Kakashi, lengthy cock hardened already as he kneels, pressing it against his lips, giving Kakashi no choice but to suck on the head of it. "She's the goddess of love," he explains. "Or whores, depending how you look at it." Kakashi groans as Sasuke shoves deep in his mouth, hitting the back of his throat, spurned by Izuna pinching his side.
"Like you didn't enjoy the seduction," she laughs, pressing against Kakashi's stomach, a warmth flowing through him once again as, by magic, he realizes this time, or some power this goddesss possesses, his cock fills once more. "Like it didn't drive your own sister to finally give in and realize you had no innocence left and finally let you take yours."
Kakashi looks to where everyone is still watching, eyes blown wide. Itachi, round with child with silken black hair, no exception to the effects the scene before her is having on her. She's beautiful, Kakashi thinks. He wants her, he wants all of this. The sky is blocked by Sasuke's dark hair and chest flexed before him, and he wants everything these rapist gods have to give him.
"Don’t you want a little white-haired bastard of your own?" she asks Sasuke, rocking on Kakashi's cock. The friction is maddening, between Izuna close to bringing him to climax once again while Sasuke restricts his airflow. "He can't keep his eyes off her, I think he likes her," she taunts.
Kakashi meets Sasuke's eyes fearfully.
"You want my sister?" He demands, forcing his cock down his throat and holding it there. "One fuck from this whore and you're on your knees for all of us, aren't you. Pathetic. You're pathetic. You're--" he's cut off as he moans, coming down Kakashi's throat as Kakashi comes again in Izuna.
He leaves his cock inside Kakashi's mouth, beckoning his sister to come forth and take her turn, trading places with Izuna. Sasuke slips off, but stays kneeling, intent on watching over his sister, who kneels demurring by Kakashi's hip.
"We don't have to," she says with a sweet smile. But Kakashi only spares Sasuke a sparing glance before sitting up and taking her small soft hand in his.
"Only if you want to." He's drawn to her, maybe it's the glow of carrying a child, maybe it's the small yet significant gesture of what may be false niceties, or maybe she has some powers as Izuna does and is luring him to lust. Either way, he leans forward, placing a gentle kiss on her cheek, guiding her to sit over him, and she gently guides his cock, hard once again, inside her warmth. He lays down again, allow room for her swollen belly as she breaths out the whisper of a pleasured sigh as he pushes up into her.
Sasuke stands up next to him, moving to kneel behind his sister.
"I'm sorry, Kakashi," Itachi apologizes before Sasuke unceremoniously shoves his cock inside his hole.
Kakashi winces, still sore from Obito's rough use, but he won't let it ruin this one repreive, focusing instead not on the death stare from Sasuke over Itachi's shoulder, but her pleasured face as her brother massages her nipples and Kakashi presses his cock into her with each shove of Sasuke into him.
It's when she starts to cry out breathlessly and he feels her pussy tighten around his cock, a warm wetness spreading over his balls and stomach, that he, and Sasuke, come in unison with her. Sasuke, bored as always, pulls out roughly, finally walking away.
Another man, Shisui, if Kakashi remembers correctly, takes Sasuke’s place, his cock squelching obscenely with the two loads of come already fucked deep into his hole. Kakashi cries out as Itachi scoots herself to sit on his face. Shisui may not be as thick as Obito, but he is certainly longer, reaching even deeper into Kakashi.
“Be careful with this one,” Shisui warns, leaning forward to kiss lightly on Itachi’s ear. “She can go all night if you let her.”
Kakashi doesn’t want to let her, but he’s not given the choice as she circles her hips on his lips, so he swirls his tongue around her clit. Through the thighs tightened around his ears he hears her cry out in pleasure, and he feels his cock start to fill once again in spite of it all. He places his hands gently on her rounded stomach, caressing her as far up as his arms will let him, cupping her swollen breasts tenderly. She, at least, is not threatening to make him a father, is not violating any hole that she sees fit. She’s been nothing but gentle and kind with him, and it’s a small favor he decides he’s not at liberty to take for granted.
He grunts as Shisui fucks into him, not too roughly, but he’s sore and tired and not a willing participant. What must be Shisui’s hand grasps around his squeezed around Itachi’s breast, but Kakashi realizes with a start that the hand is too rough, and both of Shisui’s soft hands are grasped around his waist.
Obito's face appears over Itachi's shoulder as he places a gentle kiss on her shoulder. He holds Kakashi's gaze as he squeezes his hand over his, pushing into the soft flesh of Itachi's breast. Kakashi feels as Obito's cock bumps up against his chin as he rubs between Itachi's cheeks. The intense stare of Obito, barely visible from the corner of his eye coupled with Shisui now hastening his thrusts inside while he feels Itachi's juices spill onto him again, brings him to orgasm once more, a bright whiteness not even his new eye can control threatening to consume him as he spills in Shisui's hand.
Shisui stands, offering Itachi a gentle hand up, and they go and stand by the others, Shisui and Sasuke cradling Itachi’s bump from either side.
He’s brought back to the moment as scarred hands grasp at his hips once more, pushing his thick cock into Kakashi’s messy, sore hole. Kakashi nearly cries, nearly begs for the glorious death that awaited him on the battlefield.
Obito leans over him, his lips close to his ears so only the two of them hear him whisper hoarsely, “Say you’ll be mine.”
Kakashi meets his eye with his own mismatched, ablaze with rage now. “Fuck you, fuck your family.”
“It is a great honor to belong to a god,” he reminds with a rough thrust of his cock.
“And how many times do I have to be ‘honored’ by whomever it pleases before I feel as such?” he snaps back as Obito snaps his hips. Despite his words, he leans his head back and moans as Obito hits his prostate, fingernails carving into his chiseled arms. “How many children do I have to unwillingly father—fuck!—how much abuse must I take before I am treated as less than dirt?”
Obito stops thrusting then, and Kakashi barely bites back a whine. “Down there, you are a low-level foot soldier. With more skill and bravery than even the mightiest general, undoubtedly, but worthy of higher praise and gifts than mankind could ever give you.”
“I would take—” he huffs again, biting his cheek and Obito unerringly finds his prostate on every glide in and out, “I would take being the lowliest and most despised creature to ever crawl the earth than this wretched place.”
“I saved you,” he responds, a deep sorrow in his eyes as his thrusts speed and they both crash toward orgasms.
“Take me back,” he near sobs. “Please, Obito, if you care about me even a little.”
Obito shakes his head, faced scrunched as he leans to tuck his head in Kakashi’s shoulder. “Stay with me, Kakashi.”
“Please,” Kakashi pleads, whether it’s from this damnation or the pleasure threatening to consume him. “Please, Obito, please.” He grabs the back of his neck as his legs shake and he empties once more, Obito’s cock pulsing deep inside as he releases inside him.
They stay in each other’s arms, breathless. “Please, take me back,” Kakashi pleads once more.
Obito lifts his head, looking down at him with that sorrowful look again. “That world is no longer for you. If I were to send you back, it would not be to the earth, but to what is below that.”
Kakashi’s eyebrows furled. “But that would mean…” He gasps as the realization dawns.
“You saved me, so I saved you,” Obito explains petting his hair. “You’ll never have to die here, with me. The rest will find another plaything, or comfort amongst themselves in due time. And if you hate me and never with to speak to me again… I understand. But you are mine now, because I saved you and you saved me. Do you understand?”
“Death cannot be much worse than this…”
"I promise you it can be. I have traveled to the underworld and seen the horrors that would await you. I will not allow you to go."
"I should have let you die."
Obito smiles, ever so slightly. "I cannot die. And now, neither can you. A Titan amongst the gods." He leans closer to his ear, a breath of a whisper as he says, "and we and our children will destroy them all."