mooneye | AU RP--

mooneye

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From:

mooneye

"Yeah, with the getting his eyeballs taken out and the dying in battle." Obito shook his head. "Still. Not a bad name. And not a bad person to be named after."

From:

youngesthokage

"I never thought so. One of the ones I don't mind being named after. And you Obito? You were surprised."

From:

mooneye

He shook his head. "I just hadn't realized that before. That you were named after him. And I hadn't thought... you're a little like him, I guess. So it fits."

From:

youngesthokage

"I'm like me." He lifted his chin some. "I like it that way."

From:

mooneye

The corner of his mouth jerked up slightly. "Yes," he agreed. "You are that, most of all."

From:

youngesthokage

He seemed satisfied at this reaction and leaned down, kissing his hair. "Yes, I am."

From:

mooneye

"Hmph." He curled his fingers against Itachi's sides. It was true.

From:

youngesthokage

He quirked his lips. "All done listening tot he baby?"

From:

mooneye

"Baby." He shook his head, like he still didn't want to be convinced. But. He was. And he shifted, balancing back on his heels and then sliding up to his feet. "Yes, for now."

From:

youngesthokage

He looked up at him, a little worried, but he didn't know what he wanted to ask.

From:

mooneye

Obito looked back down. He caught the little glimmer of worry and waited, to see if something would be said.

From:

youngesthokage

He finally sighed and just reached out and took his hand, holding it in both of his hand looking at it. He'd grabbed the left.

From:

mooneye

"My darling," Obito murmured, letting him hold and turn the hand as he wished.

From:

youngesthokage

He finally drifted his eyes up to look at his face again, visibly hesitating.

"Even though you're not entirely happy with me right now?"

From:

mooneye

He just looked at him for a while before bending down, hesitating, and then pressing his lips to just the corner of Itachi's. "I am not entirely happy with you, but you are entirely my darling."

From:

youngesthokage

His breath caught, eyes widening a little at he stared up at him. "Obito-nii..."

From:

mooneye

All right. He couldn't handle it anymore. He had made a valiant effort so far, he thought. And Madara would tell him to take all that he wanted. Taking just the smallest fraction didn't seem so bad. He reached up to curve his hand over the back of his cousin's neck, and then he kissed him for real. Pressed their mouths together and let go of his doubts in the rush of it, since he might get just the once.

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youngesthokage

He froze, mind scrambling for a moment before blanking as his breathing stuttered to a brief halt. Something was saying push him away, because there was no way to know how Kisame would take something like this. It had never been an issue worth thinking about but...

But he'd missed his Obito-nii -so much-, and after a tremble, his breathing kicked back in and he leaned up toward the kiss.

From:

mooneye

He had expected to be shoved away. When that didn't happen, he made soft little noise that was all need and gratitude. He wasn't really thinking about this. Just acting on impulse, doing what he badly wanted to do. When he felt Itachi lean into it he braced his hand on the back of the couch and deepened the kiss, tasting and capturing the other's mouth. Itachi could probably feel the deep scars where his own lip had torn under the rock, and healed rough just like the rest of him.

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youngesthokage

His breathing picked up, but he kept back from touching him, unwilling to press the limits of the man's control of accidentally invite what he wasn't sure he wanted to give. Or rather, what was available to give. There was no fighting the kiss though, and he parted his lips.

He could give him a kiss.

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mooneye

He lightly took what was offered--lips, teeth, the brush of tongue. He might have taken more, if he had been stirred by a touch, a tug forward, anything. But the kiss was what he wanted. When he broke it and he slid his cheek along Itachi's, pausing to breathe. Still not quite thinking, just feeling, but letting thought return a drop at a time.

From:

youngesthokage

He shivered, turning his head a fraction to rub their cheeks together again once the man paused, but he kept his palms flat against his thighs, quelling the desire to draw him in.

From:

mooneye

That little brushing made him shiver. Take it, Madara would tell him. But how could he? It would only break everything. He gave a full-body shudder, restraining the urge to do more, to demand more. He dropped his forehead down against Itachi's shoulder briefly, sighing, and then drew back.