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Rival: For Obito's Sake	By : MistressofDragons Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1306 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto. I
never will. Which is a good thing because if I did the
universe would probably collapse.

Summary: Sequel/companion to Rival: For Kakashi’s
Sake. Kakashi mourns. He is helped in a most
unexpected manner.

Dedication: To Tekko-chan because
she made me write the first one and this one wouldn’t exist without it.

Warnings: Crack! Yaoi, shota. Seme!Kakashi.

Cyber-“The
first fic demanded a sequel. Who am I to say no? I
hope you enjoy the interaction between Kakashi and Yondaime.”

Rival: For Obito’s Sake

The dark stone is cool and smooth beneath his fingers. Kakashi can still feel the sharpness to the edges of the
engraved letters. Uchiha Obito.
The name isn’t the first and it certainly won’t be the last. It isn’t even the
newest anymore. It stings. He knows it’s selfish of him but he wishes that Obito’s name was the only name here and the others were all
somewhere else.

But everyone else here made the same sacrifice. Everyone
else left people behind, family, friends, rivals, lovers. . . And Kakashi can’t even claim
that. He and Obito, they hadn’t even. . . Kakashi remembers Obito squirming
in his lap, mostly naked and gasping in pleasure, “Next time. Next time I want
everything.” The memory makes his stomach twist. It had been before the
mission, that mission. Afterwards
they were going to celebrate by. . . But Obito’s
dead. Died for him.

Kakashi feels like the world has
dropped out from under him, trapping him in freefall. Everyone else is moving
on, forgetting, but he can’t seem to.
Even Obito’s parents don’t come anymore. To his grave or the
cenotaph. The head of the Uchiha clan didn’t even
visit once. His wife did, and young
son who couldn’t be older than five, and left a flower. He remembers her
telling her son how proud everyone was that Obito had
been so brave, so noble and how the boy, Itachi,
should try to be like that. He remembers her hand splayed over her stomach when
she said that. She must be pregnant even though nothing is showing yet.

But then little Itachi
had turned around and looked at him. There was something so wrong in his eyes for a split second and
he said, “I won’t die, Mother.” It was so unsettling and Kakashi
bit back a sudden horrible taste in his mouth. Kakashi
doesn’t know why it affected him so but he would rather face Itachi’s father again than that disturbing boy himself.

And facing the head of the Uchiha
clan hadn’t been pleasant. Kakashi had gone for help
with his new Sharingan, he keeps it covered with his hitai-ate now because leaving it uncovered is an enormous
strain on his chakra and he faints when he leaves it open too long, and to
explain why he got it. The man had refused to spare anyone to train him and
told him to get rid of it. He had been told that no one but an Uchiha could ever master Sharingan
and that he might as well free up the chakra it uses rather than try.

Kakashi is even more determined to
master it now than before. For Obito’s
sake. His new eye had been Obito’s gift and he
will never part with it. Though, if he had a choice he would rather have what Obito’s original gift would have been.
A spar for their rivalry followed by. . . Kakashi
leans his forehead against the stone, swallowing thickly. He just wants Obito back, weaknesses and annoying quirks and all.

“Kakashi.”
That so familiar voice. Sensei.

Kakashi doesn’t turn around. He
doesn’t want anyone to see how hurt he is. Ninja aren’t supposed to cry. But
gods, he wants to right now. Hands settle on his shoulders and it’s hard not to
lean back and just accept the offered comfort. It would be so nice just to be held for once. But if he breaks down now
he’ll shatter. And he’ll never put
himself back together. “Sensei.” He feels those hands
tighten and knows that Sensei can hear the pain in his voice.

“Come. I want to show you something.” Sensei isn’t smiling
and that gentle, caring expression feels like pity. He knows it isn’t but he
can’t stand it anyway. Sensei sighs, able to read him so well even with his
mask, and tugs on his arm. “We need to talk.”

There is nothing to do but follow. And the small copse of
trees at the top of the Hokage monument is. . . nice. Obito would have liked
it. There is a good view of the whole of Konoha from
the cliff and Sensei makes him look, standing quietly beside him. “This is what
Obito gave his life for.” The broad gesture takes in
himself and Konoha, “Do you think it was worth it?”

Kakashi can’t even begin to know
how to respond to that. Konoha is worth such a
sacrifice, he’d do the same, but is he?
“Konoha is worth it.”

“And you aren’t?” Kakashi
flinches. Sensei always seems to know what he is thinking. “Kakashi.” The long pause is nerve wracking, “You’re
a part of Konoha.
You are worth it.”

No. Kakashi shakes his head. He’s
only one ninja. The sudden feel of arms around him is startling. Kakashi scolds himself for letting his guard down.

Then Sensei’s voice is in his ear, so soft, “I would give my
life for you.”

“No!” Kakashi spins, staring into
honest blue eyes, “No. I’m not worth it. Not you Sensei.”

There is a twinkle, dulled with a little sadness, in
Sensei’s eyes, “I think you are. So did Obito.”

It hurts. Why
can’t Sensei understand that? Without Obito. . . He hadn’t even realized how much he’d come to rely on Obito’s presence, even when the other boy annoyed him to no
end.

If not for his mask he would be feeling Sensei’s breath
feathering over his face, “You need to grieve, Kakashi.
Really grieve. Let it out. Let go.”

He can’t! He’s spent so long controlling his emotions that
if he let’s go he’ll drown in them. And he is
grieving. Why else would he visit Obito’s grave or
the cenotaph every morning?

“Kakashi. . .” His name is heaved out in a sigh. And then Sensei’s
lips are on his, through the mask. He’d take a step back but the edge of the
cliff is so close. That and strong arms are still wrapped so firmly around him.
“Kakashi.” Fingertips brush
over his face and snag the edge of the mask and he feels so naked without it. The feel of lips, skin
against skin, is disconcerting. This is his sensei.
He’s sure they’re breaking about a half dozen different rules by now.

But before he would have been shivering in
excitement to feel this. Kakashi hears himself
whimper, a sound of pain and loss. Obito would have
wanted this more. Obito’s crush, not that he ever
admitted his own, was so much stronger. Stronger than Rin’s even. But he can’t deny that it feels good,
that he is responding a little. He’s missed being touched these last two
months. But it should be Obito, not. . . “Sensei
don’t. . . Oh.”

Those lips feel good right under his ear. How did Sensei
know? Kakashi squirms, caught between pulling closer
and pushing away. Words are whispered as Sensei laps down his throat and hands
have worked under his shirt, “I’m not blind. I’ve seen the crushes you three
had on me. Let this be for Obito. Our
gift in his memory.”

The addition of teeth make him yelp
in surprise. Kakashi realizes his hands are tangled
in blond hair. And those words. . . They make the most perfect sense. . . and at the same time none at all. And. . . Oh!

He’s wanted this. Obito wanted
this. If Obito had been given this chance he would
want this for Obito. And Obito
would yell at him for not taking this chance now that he has it. So. . . “For Obito’s
sake then.”

The moments blur together. Sensei is so different from Obito and yet, he definitely knows what he’s doing. Some of
those touches are exactly what Obito would have done.
Had Sensei been spying on them? Kakashi groans. It’s
so hard to concentrate. He hadn’t even realized that he had been so effectively
stripped. All that is left is his hitai-ate,
protecting Obito’s Sharingan.
Knowing that Obito is here, at least in part, washes
away all guilt and resistance.

But his hands are still shaking and Sensei has to help him
tug off the older man’s clothes. Sensei is truly beautiful to look at, lithe
and strong. And the taller man is looking him
over in return. Kakashi feels a flush of
embarrassment rush through him. He knows he’s red down to his shoulders. The
first time he and Obito had stripped for each other
he had blushed like that and Obito had started
giggling. He would have left in a huff if Obito
hadn’t kissed him. He’s glad he didn’t leave.

But Sensei isn’t giggling. Instead he’s pulling Kakashi close and laying soft kisses over every bit of
flushed skin. He can feel Sensei’s arousal against his belly and suddenly he’s
pulled down to the ground. Sensei is firm and wonderful underneath him. And
shouldn’t Sensei be the one on top? Maybe, maybe Sensei wants to take him like
this. He’s heard that this position gives the one being taken all the control.
The thought makes him blush again.

Sensei raises an eyebrow, eyes alight with mischief. But he
doesn’t say anything, just pulls Kakashi down for a
kiss. Strong hands kneed down Kakashi’s back and cup
his backside. Kakashi moans. It feels so good! He
dimly wishes he could return the favor somehow. It doesn’t seem fair that he’s
getting all the pleasure out of this.

But then again Sensei is rocking upwards and rubbing against
him so maybe he isn’t the only one. Still. . . Kakashi
kisses down the strong neck, getting a soft pleased sound in return. It feels
good to explore this magnificent body he’s only ever imagined. Skin faintly salty with sweat, but with its own flavor underneath.
Muscles flexing and rolling. The thin lines of old
scars are fascinating. Especially the one low on Sensei’s hip. And, Kakashi discovers as he licks at it, very sensitive. Sensei
purrs under his touch, petting his hair and arching in encouragement.

And there. . . Kakashi
only ever tried it with Obito once. And ended up choking horribly and ruining the mood. It was
easier for both of them to just use their hands. But now. . .

It’s hard to resist the urge to gag, especially as memories
of the last time assault him. But Sensei moaning loudly and arching up into his
mouth, which does make him gag, is
worth it. Too bad Sensei isn’t letting him continue. He’s sure he could get the
hang of it eventually.

Then again. Kissing is much easier
and more pleasant. Kakashi moans. Sensei has barely
touched him down there and he’s already so close. He hasn’t been this close
without being touched since the first time a sparring match with Obito turned into kissing.

Sensei’s voice is husky and sends shivers down his spine,
“Are you ready?” Oh yes! Kakashi moans at the words
and it brings a wide, sly smile to the other’s face. Only the fact that he’s a
ninja and always partially aware of his surroundings, to not be would be
suicidal, allows him to catch sight of the small bottle in graceful fingers. Lube. Where? Then all thought is driven from his mind as
Sensei wraps a very slick, and hot, hand around him and
strokes.

Everything goes pleasantly hazy as Kakashi
tries desperately not to climax from the sure strokes. He doesn’t even realize
what Sensei is planning until he is pulled forward, between Sensei’s spread
legs. A touch of panic cools him down a little. Sensei wants him on top? But, but.
. .

A hand, still slick, settles into his back and the velvet
voice whispers in his ear, “Shh, I’ve prepared us
both. Go on.”

But. . . Ohh. Kakashi
groans and thrusts forward on instinct. So tight. He
hadn’t meant to do that. He trembles, fighting against the sudden need to move. Sensei has to be at least a little
uncomfortable. He’s not big but he remembers that it’s still considered a good
idea to remain still for a bit.

“Kakashi. . .” That breathy moan. Kakashi’s control breaks. He has to move, now. Sensei’s voice sounded just like Obito’s when he would beg for that last little nudge to
climax. Obito. He misses his friend, his rival, so much. All he wants is Obito back. Just for a moment.

His climax hits hard and fast. “Obito!!” But the body under him is too large to be
his friend. Obito doesn’t have blond hair, or blue
eyes. Sensei does. Sensei. . . Oh gods. “Sensei. . .” And now he’s breaking. A sob catches in his throat,
and another.

The warm, gentle embrace and soft words meant to soothe
don’t register until the sobs finally end. Kakashi
feels so tired. At the same time he feels better, just a tiny bit. Somehow completely breaking down helped. And it does feel
wonderful to be held, to let someone else be the strong one for once. Kakashi gives up any pretence and snuggles closer, seeking
more comfort. He’s surrounded by the feel of Sensei’s skin and his crisp scent,
spiced with sex. It feels rather pleasant to know he’s done something most
ninja, at least his age, only get to dream about. But. . .
His memories are hazy. Even so, he should still remember if. . . Oh no. “I’m
sorry, Sensei! You didn’t. . .”

The soft chuckle cuts Kakashi off.
Soft lips brush against his cheek, “This was for Obito,
not me.” There is a pause and Sensei holds him a little tighter, “Obito would want you to go on living. To enjoy living. To
protect Konoha in his place. Not to stagnate in grief.”

Kakashi pulls away a little. He won’t leave Obito
alone like everyone else has. He treated his friend badly enough when Obito was alive, he still has so much to make up for. But
his protest is cut off by a soft kiss. Sensei’s voice is laden with sadness, “I
don’t mean to forget him. I’ve lost teammates and comrades as well. I visit
their graves whenever I can. It’s nice to talk to them about what’s going on in
Konoha.” Oh. Kakashi allows
himself to be pulled back into the embrace. “The sadness of loosing them is
still there but I stopped grieving and moved on with my life. That’s what I
want for you. What Obito would want for you.”

That does make sense. He’ll try to do that, for Obito’s sake. Kakashi sighs, he
still wishes Obito were here. But something is
bothering him. Something. . . “The lube! You planned
this!”

He glowers at the other’s laughter, “It’s always good to be
prepared for everything.”

The laughter is infectious. Even if this was all planned he
can’t bring himself to be upset. “Right. And you always carry lube around with you.”

“Well. . . Maybe I’ve just been waiting for a chance to get
you in bed.” Sensei’s eyes sparkle with mischief and he can barely hold the
laughter back.

“Ack! You
pervert!” The statement isn’t very convincing due to his own
laughter.

That does the trick. Sensei doubles over in laughter,
dislodging him in the process, “You haven’t seen a pervert until you’ve seen my
sensei!”

He can’t help it. His laughter wins the day. And it feels so
good to laugh, especially along with Sensei. When their laughter finally
subsides he settles and listens to Sensei’s strong heartbeat for a moment.

But Sensei clearly has other ideas. When the blond’s last chuckle fades he catches Kakashi
in a slow kiss, “I still have quite a bit of time before I have to meet my
lover for her check up today. Interested in another round for ourselves?”

Kakashi knows he’s blushing again.
He nods and this time he won’t disappoint. But first. . .
“Check up? The baby?”

Sensei nods, almost glowing with joy, “Yes. And maybe today
I’ll get to find out if it’s a boy or a girl.” His warm smile quickly becomes a
leer, “Now then. . .”

Kakashi chuckles, broken by a moan
as the older man’s weight settles over him, “You really are a pervert, Sensei.”

~

The memories fade, their pleasantness lightening his mood a
bit. Kakashi smiles sadly beneath his mask. The stone
is still cool and smooth beneath his fingers but time has dulled the sharp
edges of the letters. “Obito. . . Sensei. . .”

A deep voice sounds behind him, “You’re going to be late to
meet with your new team.”

Kakashi doesn’t turn, his smile
brightening a bit, “Gai.” He relaxes into Gai’s loose embrace. It is sill nice to be held once and a
while, “I miss them so much. Sometimes I wish it had been me instead.”

Gai makes a soft, contemplative
sound, “Ah, but then we wouldn’t have gotten the wonderful chance to be
rivals.”

“True. It’s just. . .” Kakashi
trails off in a heavy sigh.

“Why so melancholy my friend?”

Why? Kakashi doesn’t have a real
reason just. . . “Naruto has been placed on my team.
He reminds me so much of Sensei. It’s a wonder no one else knows. I wish I
could tell him. Naruto deserves to know.”

Gai sighs, “As do I but we have
been sworn to secrecy. All we can do is watch over him and help him grow.” The
hug tightens for a moment, “And with you as his sensei I’m sure he’ll become a
great ninja and make his father proud. After all, you are my great and eternal
rival!”

Kakashi chuckles, “Thank you, Gai.” He should really go to meet his team now but his
memories have put him in the mood for something else and besides, they could
stand to learn a little patience. That, and making his
very punctual rival late to meet his own team is always good for a laugh.

Gai growls but doesn’t refuse the
kiss, “You’re going to make us both late.”

“That’s the point.”

“What am I going to do with you?”

Cyber-“This
is the end of this little series thingy. I swear! At least. .
. I hope it’s the ending. Anyway. I’d love to
hear what you think. Leave a review or two please!”
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