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“Come on, Obito.” Kakashi growls, “we’re going to be late.”
Obito’s hips stutter. “Sh-shut up,” he whines, “I’m trying.” His fingers glide through the wet mess of Kakashi’s pubic hair and find his clit.
“Ah—!” Kakashi cries when Obito presses down with far more force than necessary. Kakashi arches his back, shoving his hips out of range of Obito’s fingers and further back onto his cock. He whirls his head around, “not so hard, idiot.”
“Sorry,” Obito says, “I was just trying to help.”
Kakashi snakes a hand between his legs and knocks Obito’s fumbling fingers out of the way. “Quit helping and just—just fuck me, already.” He slides his fingers around his swollen clit and gives it a squeeze between his knuckles. “I’m not too far off, just... go back to what you were doing before.”
“I don’t know what I was doing before,” Obito whines, rocking in and out of Kakashi’s dripping hole with only half a rhythm, “you didn’t seem to like any of it, anyway.”
Kakashi huffs. “I didn’t like when you were going too slow,” he says, grinding the heel of his palm against his clit. “Or too fast,” he amends harshly, when Obito’s thrusts quicken and get sloppy.
Obito slows to a stop, holding Kakashi’s hips still with one hand and the base of his cock with the other. “Can’t you be nicer? I’m helping you out and everything.”
“Fine,” Kakashi says, laying his free arm down on the pillow in front of him and resting his head on it. He arches his back and presents himself invitingly. “You’re doing great, Obito,” he says, voice dripping with sarcasm, “you were fucking me at exactly the right speed.”
Obito groans and slips back inside, pulling Kakashi firmly back onto his cock, and Kakashi nearly sighs in relief. Obito grips Kakashi’s hips harder, pulling nearly all the way out before thrusting back in with a rough pant. “Yeah,” he says, starting a steady pace back up, “Yeah. Just like that.”
“You’ve got to be joking,” Kakashi exhales under his breath.
Obito’s breathing sharpens with the quickening thrusts of his hips. “I—I like it when you’re nice to me, okay? I like it when you talk. Say my name again.”
Kakashi rolls his eyes where Obito can’t see him. “Mmm, Obito,” he moans, in his best imitation of a sultry tone. He wracks his brain for a line from one of Jiraiya-sensei’s books.
The one he settles on makes Obito’s hips stutter. “You think my dick is big?” he asks eagerly.
Kakashi groans when Obito bottoms out. “What? No— Gods, are you stupid? It was just something nice to say.”
“Oh,” Obito says. He pulls out, hesitates for a long moment, then pushes back inside and begins fucking into Kakashi again. “Is it not big?” he asks.
“How the fuck should I know?” Kakashi breathes, choosing not to comment on the way Obito just paused sex to check out the size of his own dick. “I told you—I don’t exactly make a habit of this.”
It’s the truth, of course. Kakashi doesn’t make a habit of getting fucked by his teammates. He just doesn't really want to keep emphasizing that this is only the first time he’s done so—reached out to someone during one of his heats and asked for help. It was probably the most mortifying conversation of Kakashi’s life—worse, even, than when Minato-sensei had taken it upon himself to sit them and Rin down and teach them all about the birds and the bees. The conversation he and Obito are having now might come in at a close third place, Kakashi thinks—and that number could still shoot up, if Obito keeps talking.
“What do you do normally?” Obito asks, rutting up against Kakashi’s backside, oblivious to his plight.
“I told you,” Kakashi says, rubbing at his clit again, “I handle it."
Obito squeaks out a gasp when Kakashi’s fingers brush his cock. “By yourself? Does that work for you?”
“Normally,” Kakashi says through gritted teeth, “but the fever started late last night, and we're supposed to leave for our mission this afternoon.”
“And it'll go by faster with another person?”
“Allegedly,” Kakashi groans, as his orgasm slips just outside of his reach—again—when Obito decides to change up his angle mid-stroke. This is the third time he’s gotten close and then lost the thread. His heat isn't any closer to dissipating, and Kakashi can feel himself starting to become sore from the effort. He’s starting to think any so-called assistance from Obito might not have been worth the trouble, after all. Still—he's here now, and Kakashi might as well make the best of it. He arches his hips into Obito’s hands, aligning them once more, and hopes that his teammate will get the memo.
Obito hums, sinking his fingers into the meat of Kakashi’s ass. “Well, I’m glad you asked me for help. I like helping people, you know, and… it’s not often you’re the one needing it.”
Kakashi squishes down the small feeling of disappointment that help is all Obito sees this as. Even if that was all Kakashi had wanted. All he had asked for, at least. He opens his mouth to retort that he doesn’t need help, that he doesn’t need anything, that’s he’s just fine on his own, thank you—but Obito shifts his weight a little, and all of the sudden he’s hitting all of the right spots again.
“I know what you’re going to say,” Obito continues, as if he isn't currently fucking Kakashi in a way that has the younger boy choking back tears. “And I don’t mean it like that.” He runs a hand up Kakashi's back and gives his waist a squeeze under his shirt. “I just meant— I dunno, you’re always helping me out during missions and stuff. It’s just nice to be able to do something for you in return. Even if I’m not that good at it.”
The genuine display of self-awareness, however small, makes Kakashi swallow back the thoughtless insult that he had poised on the tip of his tongue. “I don’t think you’re bad at it,” he offers instead—as quietly and smoothly as he can manage while being rutted into in a way that makes him feel like an animal.
Obito leans over Kakashi’s back with a groan and deepens his thrusts as if Kakashi had moaned his praises at the height of climax. “You’re not just saying that to be nice?” he mumbles against the sweat-soaked collar of Kakashi’s shirt, fucking into him with strong, sure strokes that have Kakashi tugging down his mask to take deep gulps of air. “You really mean it?”
Kakashi cries out at the deeper angle. Obito is pressing against the tender wall of his cervix, and, big dick or not, it hurts. But it also feels incredibly good—something about the sharp spikes of pain soothed by the pleasure of his hand on his clit and the feeling of Obito dragging over his G-spot every time he pulls out is finally working for him. This—this might be it. “Y-yes,” Kakashi cries, sounding far needier than he ever intended to. “Keep going,” he begs.
Obito mercifully obeys, and continues on just as he was—panting against the nape of Kakashi’s neck while he pounds him into the mattress. Kakashi groans when he feels wetness squirt out of him, covering his hand and running down their thighs. He's just glad he remembered to tell Obito to take his pants off, too.
Kakashi feels his legs beginning to shake. He’s so, so close. “Just like that,” he whines without meaning to. “Obito—”
Obito spills in him with a shudder, dick already softening as he pulls out too late, leaving a sticky trail of white in his wake.
Kakashi collapses forward into his pillows with a groan—and without coming.
“I’m sorry,” Obito whines as Kakashi turns around and starts to berate him, “it just felt so good! You were so tight, and you kept clenching around me—and you were making so many noises, and then you said—”
“Kakashi? Obito? Are you two in here?”
A voice from the window startles them both to silence. Kakashi and Obito look up in horror to see a splash of yellow and blue in the windowsill.
“We were supposed to meet at the gates at noon,” Minato says, frowning. “It’s past one-thirty.”
"Sorry, Sensei!" Obito says, trying and failing to find his discarded pants. "We were just, er—" he looks at Kakashi, who is struggling to pull the covers out from under Obito and over his own hips. "We were just…"
"Late for a mission because you were… Oh—" Minato covers his mouth in shock and turns away, cheeks reddening.
Kakashi finally succeeds in pulling the blanket out and draping it over himself.
"Gods," Minato says, still averting his eyes. "I never would have expected this from you two. And you, Kakashi—I thought you were the punctual one."
Kakashi looks down at his legs, hidden under the covers—they're wet and tacky with Obito’s spend and his own slick. Mortification bubbles up through him like rising vomit.
"See, well, that's the thing, Sensei," Obito starts rambling, hands covering his crotch. "Kakashi is, um— he, uh—"
He looks at Kakashi, who turns away.
"I see," Minato says, after a pause.
Kakashi can feel the heat of both Obito's and Minato's eyes on him, and he wants nothing more than to shrivel up and die on the spot.
"Look at me, Kakashi," Minato says. He ignores Obito entirely and stares directly at his favorite student. The soaked-through blanket covering Kakashi's legs feels as flimsy and transparent as wet tissue paper. "You're in heat?" Minato asks sternly.
Kakashi feels warmth rise to his face. Outside of his own clan, the word feels—cruel. Cruel and shameful. He nods timidly.
"When did it start?"
"Last night," Kakashi admits. "I—I tried to take care of it myself, but I thought this might be faster."
Obito looks between Kakashi and Minato with confusion. Kakashi may have stretched the truth a bit—swearing Obito to secrecy, telling him that no one else in the village could know about his little problem. But of course their teacher knew—Kakashi's clan heritage was front and center in his medical file, along with the certain afflictions that it might entail. Kakashi never knew his mother, only that she was a cousin of the Inuzuka, and passed along some of their canine traits. Minato—privy to Kakashi's medical information as their instructor and team captain—knew the same, and had for years.
"I'm disappointed in you both," he says, "for trying to handle this situation on your own and not alerting me." He continues to stare only at Kakashi, who realizes far too late that he never pulled his mask back up. "Poor Rin is exceptionally upset—your mission had to be handed off to another team after you two failed to show up."
Kakashi feels a pang in his chest. Rin would never admit to that kind of disappointment in front of him and Obito. By the time he gets the chance to apologize, he's sure she'll already be brushing it off like it was nothing. He doesn't return her feelings for him, but she's still his teammate all the same, and he hates to see her upset—least of all at his own hands.
"Just an incredible lack of responsibility," Minato continues, running an exasperated hand down his face. "Especially from you, Kakashi. At your rank, you really should know better." He climbs through the window, grabs the towel hanging over the back of a chair, and tosses it in the direction of his students. "Get yourselves cleaned up. We need to leave."
Obito catches the towel, but doesn't budge. "Um, Sensei—"
"What are you waiting for?" Minato asks, reaching for the edge of the window to hoist himself back through. "We need to report to the mission desk to get a reassignment."
Kakashi's lower lip trembles as he speaks. "It's not— I'm not—"
Minato pauses. He turns back around. "You're not done, is that it?"
Kakashi folds into himself from embarrassment.
"Your greedy hole can't get enough?" Minato spits, walking towards the flustered pair. "Or—" he glares down at them and softens his voice, "did Obito just fail to satisfy you?"
Now it's Obito’s turn to blush, turning away when he fails to deny the accusation.
"I see," Minato says. "A needy mutt and his useless handler. I don't know why I expected anything different."
Kakashi hangs his head in shame. Obito—surprisingly, or perhaps not—comes to his aid yet again. "Hey, Sensei, that's not really fair. Kakashi can't help it—"
"Did I ask for your opinion?" Minato snaps at him. He arrives at the edge of the bed and takes Kakashi's chin in hand, forcing him to make eye contact. "Kakashi," he says in a placating tone, "Speak up. What do you need right now?"
Kakashi whimpers. Privacy, he thinks. A shower. His gaze slips over to Obito and he feels his heart wrench when he spots angry tears on his cheeks. Kakashi knows he has his own to match, can feel them prickling at his left eye. Minato's fingers dig into the bare skin of his jaw, and he looks back at their teacher. The skin-to-skin contact is maddening, and all Kakashi can think about. "I need to-to come, Sensei."
"There," Minato says, releasing him. "Was that so hard?"
Obito crawls over to Kakashi's side, pulling up his mask, smoothing his hands over Kakashi's face and chin, and glaring daggers at Minato.
Minato hums. "Looks like you've gotten yourself in quite a predicament here, Kakashi." He looks over to Obito, finally. "And you're all worn out, I'm sure?"
"I'm not!" Obito cries, "I just need a minute…" He looks back at Kakashi like they're the only ones in the room, cupping his face between his hands. "I promised to help you, and I will."
"Not sure how you plan on helping him with that," Minato says, gesturing towards Obito’s soft, spent cock.
"I can use my mouth," Obito counters with a frown. He looks at Kakashi and blushes fiercely, "I was gonna offer anyway, you know?"
Kakashi feels his stomach twist into knots. He looks between Obito and Minato, who seems to be waiting for his answer as well. "I—" he starts. He focuses on Obito, "that… could be good," he says. The heat is making it hard to focus, again. "If you— if you want…?" He looks back to Minato. It seems like a lot to ask for.
Minato nods and leans back on his heels. "That sounds like a plan," he says, turning around and grabbing the back of the nearby chair, "go ahead, then."
"Aren't you going to—" Kakashi starts. His mouth feels horribly dry.
"Are you gonna watch?" Obito finishes for him.
"I am," Minato says, turning the chair around and sitting down in it. "We're in a hurry, after all. I need to make sure you two don't get distracted again."
"Oh-okay—" Obito turns back to Kakashi, places hesitant hands on the edge of the blanket. "Is this fine?"
"Is this fine?" Minato repeats in disbelief under his breath. "Have you even—?" He lets out an exasperated sigh. "Looks like I'm going to need to stick around just to make sure my student is being taken care of properly." He pauses, and when both Obito and Kakashi remain frozen, too, says "well, Kakashi? Is it fine?"
Kakashi squirms. He can hardly think straight. The fire in his veins and the painful ache between his legs make sure of that. Not to mention the combination of the repeated edging, the drying cum on his thighs, and the utter humiliation of the last few minutes that make for an experience so overwhelmingly unpleasant Kakashi can't think about much else aside from the quickest way out of the room they're in. If he could manage to say no, it's possible—unlikely, but possible—that Minato would let him and Obito off the hook. There's a small chance things could end here, if he truly wanted them to—and if their sensei was willing to accept some alternative solution. Not that Kakashi could think of any better ones.
Because—even as fumbling and as ultimately unsatisfying as his coupling with Obito had been—Kakashi can't deny to himself that the closeness had done something for him. Soothed something, if not his heat.
And he wanted more.
He had already made things worse for himself—trying foolishly to sleep it off when he felt the heat coming on the night before—thinking, perhaps, that he was mistaken. But when he awoke to find his mind hazy and his hips rutting into his soaked bedsheets, he knew his fears had come true. He tried to handle things on his own—made himself orgasm over and over and over again until he wept—before giving in and frantically reaching out to Obito with just a few hours to spare before their mission.
Perhaps there was a lesson here about independence, and about allowing yourself to rely on your teammates, sometimes. Kakashi tugs the blanket off and cants his hips up, trying to think about the way Obito's mouth might feel and not about Minato's icy stare. "Please," he begs, leaning back on his arms, "just do it."
Obito nods. He lays down on his stomach, face between Kakashi's trembling thighs.
He hesitates just a second too long. "I don't know what you're making that face for," Minato laughs, "half of that is your own mess."
Obito flushes even darker. It seems he can't escape their sensei's criticism even here, miles away from the training ground. He furrows his brow and obediently flicks out his tongue against Kakashi's clit. Kakashi gasps, and Obito laps at him until that breathy sound turns into a small cry of pleasure.
"Good," Minato says. "Now hurry up and suck him off. We have places to be."
Kakashi and Obito groan in unison as Obito dutifully wraps his lips around his clit and sucks. Kakashi feels a rush of wetness spurt out of him and onto Obito's chin.
Obito tries to pull back a little, but a hand Kakashi hadn't even realized he'd tangled in his hair keeps him in place. Obito goes lax in his grip, and Kakashi rocks his hips into Obito's waiting mouth.
It's good, he decides, petting Obito's hair. Really good. He definitely could finish like this, and quickly, too. Before he knows it, he's coming—thighs clamped around Obito's head while his hips rock against his mouth.
Kakashi remembers to release him from the trembling prison of his legs only after he catches his own breath.
Obito coughs. "Wow," he says, wiping off his mouth and rubbing the back of head, "maybe I'm better at that than the other stuff, huh?"
Kakashi collapses back against the bed with a small laugh. It felt good, but—just as he feared—it wasn't enough. The fire in his blood still roars, and unless he gets what his body is craving, his heat will most likely continue on into the evening.
"All done?" Minato says.
Kakashi pouts under his mask. He brings a hand between his own legs to feel for his clit, still thick and swollen with heat. The small bit of satisfaction starts to turn into icy fear in his chest.
Minato hums. "Didn't think you would be." He stares at Kakashi's fingers trailing through the mess between his legs—the mess that now coats half of Obito's face. "Well," he looks towards Obito, "don't abandon your teammate, now. What's that line you like to say? Something about scum…?"
"Sensei—" Obito starts.
"Don't make me ask twice, Obito. Kakashi needs you."
Obito dutifully wraps his arms around Kakashi's thighs and pulls him to his mouth.
"And I need you both," Minato continues, under his breath.
Kakashi cries out as Obito's lips form a seal around his clit. He needs a moment, way too sensitive after coming—he shoves at Obito's head with both hands.
Minato clicks his tongue. "That won't do," he says. "Kakashi, use your words."
They rip themselves from Kakashi's throat upon the sound of Minato's command. "N-not so hard, Obito," he gasps, reigning his scrabbling hands back.
Obito's strong, sucking kisses become light pecks.
"Good," Minato says.
Obito licks a stripe up the front of Kakashi's folds and Kakashi keens. His hands clench in Obito’s hair, then fall to his sides when Obito slides the tip of his tongue into Kakashi's hole.
Kakashi's back arches up off the bed. Obito licks into his hole, small, whimpering sounds rumbling against Kakashi's skin, and Kakashi knows he's tasting his own spend. Then, without hesitation, he spreads Kakashi's pussy open with two fingers and sucks. Kakashi wails at the feeling of slick and cum being pulled from him. He tangles his hands in the bedclothes and tries to force himself further onto Obito's tongue.
Even just a finger or two; he desperately needs something inside.
But when he opens his mouth to speak, nothing more than a sobbing gasp comes out. He can feel Minato's gaze pinning him to the mattress, a heavy, mortifying weight, and it crushes his words to dust every time he tries to push them past the barrier of his teeth.
Kakashi twists his hips instead, trying to align the hand that's spreading him open with his hole.
Minato, observant as always, doesn't miss this attempt. "Obito," he says. "Obito, pay attention." He sighs, reaching down and pulling Obito up by a handful of his hair. "Your teammate is trying to tell you something."
"Ow, ow—what—" Obito stutters when he gets an eyeful of Kakashi's clit, red and swollen between his spread legs, glistening with saliva and slick. A glob of it slides out of Kakashi's hole, and Kakashi feels himself involuntarily clench down around nothing.
"Hm?" Minato says.
"What—"
"Look at him," Minato says.
Obito looks questioningly from Minato, to Kakashi, and back.
"Look at his cunt," Minato says. "He wants to be filled. Wants to be bred."
Kakashi does. He does. He stifles a whine.
"That's all he can think about in this state," Minato says. "He's useless to me, like this. Useless to our team, and useless to the village. Are you going to be able to take care of him?"
"I—I mean, it depends…" Obito mumbles. He takes a couple of seconds to look from Kakashi to his own cock—half-hard—and back again. His expression shifts to worry, then to shame. "Last time, I—" he cuts off. "I lost control."
Minato rolls his eyes. "You did not lose control," he says. "You're a teenager. You never had any control to begin with. Now, are you ready to finish this? Or are you waiting for me to give you some pointers?"
"Um," Obito blurts.
"Obito," Kakashi says softly, "you can do this, I—" he shakes his head, as if it could clear the acrid fog of heat from his mind. "I want you to."
Minato winks. "And if you can't satisfy him, remember—you can always ask your sensei for help."
Kakashi feels the bottom of his stomach drop out. "No!" He blurts out without thinking. He reaches for Obito's shirt and twists his hand in the fabric. "Obito and I can handle it," he insists, "—alone. Right?"
Slow understanding creeps onto Obito's features. He leans forward and cups Kakashi's face with his hands. "Yes," he whispers. "We will. I promise."
They lock gazes for one long, silent moment as Obito slowly lines himself back up at Kakashi's entrance. His lips part slightly, and Kakashi sees his single pupil dilate as he inhales deeply and pushes his hips forward.
For a moment, the world shrinks down to just the two of them, their bodies, and the small space between them. Everything else fades away.
Minato laughs, and the backdrop of the room comes back into focus. "I'll go tell Rin it might be a while," he says, clicking his tongue. "Don't worry! I won't tell her too much." His expression becomes serious. "But don't expect me to do it again. I don't like having to make excuses for you two."
Obito pulls his forehead from Kakashi's. "You won't have to, anymore, Sensei," he says in a gravelly tone. "This will be the last time."
"It sure will," Minato agrees. "I didn't realize these heats would be such a problem. Tomorrow, we'll be going to the medical center to get Kakashi on some sort of medication." He hums thoughtfully. "And a pregnancy test, too. Can't have any more filthy pups like yourself running around."
Obito squeezes his eye shut, and a tear rolls down his cheek and drips onto Kakashi's face.
"Well," Minato says, cheery as ever, "you two have fun! I'll be back to check on you soon, Kakashi." He winks, and with a flash of yellow, he's gone—leaving behind only the faintest smell of ozone.
"Are you okay?" Obito asks hurriedly, cupping Kakashi's cheek and swiping a thumb under his left eye.
"I'm fine," Kakashi gasps, bearing down on Obito's cock. "Just— keep going."
Obito slows Kakashi down with a gentle hand on his hipbone. "I don't mean— Kakashi, are you okay?"
"I'm—" Kakashi arches his back, trying to bring them back together. Obito's firm grip keeps him still. "I'm fine," he insists, looking between them at where they're just barely joined, anywhere but Obito's face. "Obito—"
"Kakashi, is he—"
"I'm fine," Kakashi begs, finally meeting Obito's concerned gaze. His borrowed Sharingan burns in its socket. "Please," he asks, "can we just— I'll tell you about it, okay? Just… after."
Obito nods. He leans down and presses a small kiss to Kakashi's cheek, just above where their combined tears have soaked into his mask. "I'm sorry," he whispers.
"Nothing to apologize for," Kakashi says, voice cracking. "You're not half-bad at sex. I—I was only being mean."
Obito just frowns at him, looking horribly sad.
Kakashi tugs his mask down and brings their lips together. It's the only way he knows how to give thanks, and at least this way, he won't have to see the pity in Obito's eyes.
Afterwards, he wipes Obito's tears and spit from his face, and pulls his mask back up. It needs to be washed, but so does Kakashi. His skin is tacky with sweat and fluids, and he reeks of sex. Obito snores softly beside him, utterly exhausted. Kakashi is, too, but—
"Your heat's not over," Minato notes, from where he crouches in the window.
"It's—" it's not, technically. But it's mostly gone. Nothing that Kakashi can't handle on his own from here. "I'll manage," he insists.
Minato teleports into the room, next to the bed. He runs a gentle hand through Obito’s hair, careful in a way Kakashi's never seen him be to the Uchiha boy before. "Well?" Minato says, "was it worth it?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," says Kakashi. "We're fine."
"Haven't you taken enough from him?" Minato asks. "He's already given you his eye."
Kakashi swallows.
"And here I thought you wanted to be left alone," Minato muses, playing with the damp hairs at the nape of Obito's neck.
"I—" Kakashi cuts off. "I wanted—"
Minato stares at him expectantly, a small smile twisting his lips.
Kakashi sighs. "I don't know… what I wanted," he admits.
"Correct." Minato says. His smile doesn't reach his eyes. "You don't know what you want. You don't know what you need." He releases the back of Obito's neck, and Kakashi sees the seal he left behind. He recognizes it as one Minato uses to keep enemies unconscious. Minato reaches for the fly of his pants. "You know, I really don't like the idea of sloppy seconds," he says, "but you'll clean me up after, won't you, Kakashi?"
Kakashi gives a shaky nod, pulling his mask back down.
"Good boy," Minato says, leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss to the side of Kakashi's mouth. "Now turn around."
Kakashi diligently turns over onto his stomach, bending himself over the edge of the bed. His feet scrape uncomfortably on the cold floor.
He feels Minato's knee push his legs apart—and he reaches for the discarded pillow, dragging it towards himself. He takes a final look at Obito's sleeping face, then closes his eyes and bites down.