#obikari

-----

They're young, yet not unburdened. Soul marks are a flight of fancy, not something one such as a shinobi needs fret over. A fairy tale, a warning. Shisui teaches her there is more to life than her black-and-white existence as a weapon for ROOT, and Akari knows there cannot possibly be another out there more suited for her hidden heart.

There is danger in their lives, blood and fear and no room for anything other than village. And yet -

And yet.

-----

Akari and Shisui grow together, fumbling hands of nervous teenagers discovering a budding love and affection. There comes the day when both anticipate and yet dread the appearance of their soul marks - what do they do if it isn't each other?

What do they do if it is?

-----

When her name does come, it curves over the jagged scars against the side of her throat. An almost delicate contrast, in thin lines and artful kanji of a name she recognizes, and yet does not.

Horror blooms bright on Akari's tongue as she traces the rounded edge of the first character with the tip of a trembling finger, sitting right above her pulse-point. It almost seems to chase her touch, this familiar-yet-not name, her heart skipping a beat as her lips part, forming the name of the one she is destined to love.

 Uchiha Obito

She covers it with her palm. Her hand does not move until she pulls on a high-collared shirt, and runs with feet as quick as wings to the Uchiha compound.

-----

Mikoto is quick to school her incredulity into the gentle and encouraging smile of a supportive mother. She reads the name on Akari's tender neck, reads it once more, and reads it again. Shares a look with Fugaku; impossible the word that wavers on the tip of her tongue. Death parts everyone, and when it happens the names left behind fade on skin until there is naught but an old and silver scar of a promise once kept.

If she tilts her head and squints, it does indeed look as though the kanji for Obito is fading away, lighter than the rest. Mikoto feels her heart begin to ache at the thought; a little girl bearing the burden of a name most have forgotten, a name of a child's sacrifice lost to history, embedded in the memorial stone and the mournful remembrance of friends.

Akari's whisper is barely a breath, vulnerability palpable as the fifteen-year-old bites down her sadness, her shame. "Take it away."

Ah, Mikoto sighs, and kneels before the young girl, holding her small hands between both of her own. It is not a thing to be taken, not by anyone; not by jutsu or blade or fire. To cut it away will bring it back in another place; to mar it with ink will change its shape for maybe a day.

"I want to choose for myself," Akari murmurs into the silence, steeling her resolve and lifting her chin, challenging fate with hardened eyes and clenched fists. She had chosen, already; heart belonging utterly to Shisui, and unable to accept the fact that whatever force had cursed mortals with knowledge of their soulmate had decreed him unworthy of her heart. Shisui is hers as much as she is his, and nothing will tear them apart.

Mikoto feels her mouth quirk into a small smile, nodding her head as she squeezes Akari's hands, and tells her the truth: that there is always a choice.

She is still smiling, albeit sadly, when she imparts the other facet of truth: that she only knows of one person with that name, and he has been gone from them for too long. Taken from them in an act of selflessness, gone in the name of kindness and friendship and something almost like cruelty. Children deserve to live, not fight wars.

Akari blinks wide brown eyes up at her, small and guarded heart already beginning to tighten. She grieves anew that her name is lost to most - only immortalized in stone and the mournful memories of those who called him a friend.

If nothing else, Uchiha Obito will have her. She is Shisui's as much as he is hers, in differing facets of love and connection. She doesn't need the gentle encouragement from Mikoto to remember that Itachi is hers, too; a different love but love all the same. The black-eyed Uchihas who had welcomed Akari with open arms and minds, who had helped along the path to learning what love could mean.

And now, young and nearly afraid, oddly grieved and chest heavy from a distant sadness - Akari resolves that she will be Obito's, too; and he will be hers. If no one else, she will remember. There is a choice, always; and she has chosen and will continue to choose who it is she loves, who she allows to be branded upon her heart as well as her skin.

-----

Shisui's soul mark never appeared. Not unheard of, but unusual nonetheless. A gift, perhaps; fate decrying that just as there is destiny, so too is there choice. His skin remains scarred and bruised from his tireless work as shinobi, and even without the physical manifestation of love still he wears his heart on his sleeve, openly affectionate and caring and charming and oh, Akari loves him so.

Itachi begins wearing his long hair in a low tail, soft strands falling gracefully down his back. There are a few months where he casually slips a palm to the back of his neck, as though ensuring something is covered.

Akari notices, and does not ask. Itachi offers no explanation. She gives herself no time to agonize over it, doesn't have the strength to face head-on her suspicions that he now bears Shisui's name. He loves them both, as they both love him; and nothing will tear their dynamic to shreds, not even one of them.

-----

She questions fate once more, when her world topples for the second time around her shoulders. The first, that day she met her other half. The second, the day he leaves her permanently.

Shisui is gone, and she is adrift. Love everlasting, even in a memory. Even in a dream.

She doesn't sleep, doesn't mourn. Pushes herself that much harder, in some misguided attempt to flee from her own shattered heart. He's gone, by his own hand, and she will be forced to confront the childish idea she'd clung to that her ill-fated love hadnt been enough to keep his hand in hers.

-----

Soulmates aren't worth this, surely? This ache, ever-present and digging sharp fingers into her too-full chest. A day dawns and she nearly takes a blade to the name that's followed her for just shy of ten years, jaw set and tears misting her vision. Be rid of it, be rid of the shackles and the pain and the startling lack of choice.

She'd loved Shisui, and it hadnt been enough. Because he wasn't hers, wasn't etched into her skin as he had been in her heart. The blade kisses her pulse, a sharp sting of reality that tells her she dances on the edge of something terrible.

She needs to let go. Must accept. Shisui would want her to live, and in the small and half-mad part of her subconscious she thinks Obito would want that, too. Would want suffering to end, would want life to flourish despite hardship.

The knife falls, and she doesn't even have a grave to apologize to for nearly losing herself to hysteric grief.

-----

Akari had wondered, more often than she'd ever admit, if she would have loved him. Uchiha Obito. Fingertips dancing over the name, where it hides beneath a high collar; she wonders if they'd have been friends. The name is faded, but not enough; a mystery that keeps her awake more often that she would care to admit. Death parts, but his name is still dark as ink amidst the tattered tangle of her scarred neck. He's not - alive, but he isn't dead, either. Does she even have the right to - to what? To hope? She hadnt known him. Would never have known him, save for fate and the gods above deciding on a whim that they were destined to entwine.

(A gift, they call the marks. A curse, others. Akari still doesn't know, tells herself she doesn't care. She'd been given the name of a dead child, and had chosen to love a different boy who would still die. It aches, deep in her bones.)

She'd gotten the odd story from Kakashi over the years, of a little boy who yearned to prove himself. Bright orange goggles perched on his nose, perpetually late because he would never say no to anyone needing a helping hand.

Together with Kakashi they mourned of opportunities and friends lost, too many to count. And Akari indulged herself in small and idle fantasies of finding a friend, of bonding with a sweet boy with a resolve to topple mountains; of kindness freely offered and a heart that she really would have liked to call her own.

-----

A half-dozen people have Naruto's name somewhere in their skin, with the jinchuriki's own body dusted from neck to ankle in twice as many. It takes the unending confidence and warmth of a hyper-active teenager to make Akari realize that soulmates are two hearts calling out to one another and finding a kindred spirit. It is romance, and friendship, and brotherhood, and a million differing facets of love. Bonds come in every form, multitudes of colours and shapes. Fate can be embraced, as readily as it can be ignored. She is marked with the name of a dead little boy, and still she had loved and been loved in return by a man who bore no name. She had seen soulmates come together and fall apart, had borne witness to an intrinsic bond that never once turned to anything other than familial. A woman's name belonging to an older woman who embraced her as a child. A man with two names whose hands were never empty of either. One of the Sannin, name long gone from her fair skin, only to have a new one appear nearly two decades later.

Fate is cruel as well as kind, and none can define with often fallible words just what sort of bond awaits you.

Akari sets aside romantic tales of true love and holds tight to those she'd loved and lost. She will carry Shisui, Itachi, and Obito in her heart, and offers silent prayers that they will find one another in the next life.

She has the children she looks after, the orphans who call her okasan when she isn't around to listen. She has her friends, who bolster her heart and help her to stand when she wavers. She has the love she feels for her village, her clan, and her people. They all each take up space in her heart, and Akari feels the tender and warm realization of fulfillment.

-----

And then once more fate decides to make her life a cruel irony. The Fourth War rages and the adrenaline and the fear give way to something far more cruel. Akari fights alongside Sai -her heart, her hope, her son- and stands tall amidst the certainty of her life and where she had decided it would go. There is always a choice. And she'd decided to break the shackles of a past filled with horror, fight free of the torture and the iron grip of Danzo. To remember those she had loved and lost, and find strength in loving again. To choose to fight for a future she has decided she will be a part of.

It still hurts, like hell most days. But still she fights. Remembers who she fights for -herself, her friends, two dead boys that linger in her heart- and stands tall amidst a threat that could take it all away in a blink.

Akari resolves not to let that happen. Tightens her fist around the pommel of Shisui's tanto, and strides toward death.

-----

Obito sees her, the kunoichi at Kakashi’s side, with shoulder-length brown hair that hides half her face as she swings her lithe body, leg thrown out in a side kick. The pale sash tied at her waist billows with the movement, reminiscent of a medic's apron. He's frozen, locked in a vision of a bygone age; his indiscretion allows the woman to come close enough that he can see his own panicked expression, reflected back at him in her dark eyes.

Rin, he thinks to himself, something stark and empty weighing down his chest.

The kunoichi's hair whips across her forehead as she kicks out her leg, teeth bared and dried blood smeared down her cheek. Her grin is feral, and Obito sees the clear sign of protector writ across her expression, her body language. He's too stunned to even utilize kamui, still hopelessly locked in a genjutsu of his own creation as the woman's features blur into those of his first friend, his first love. His arms move out of pure instinct as her body twists, catching her kick with his gunbai; it rattles his arm, and her eyes narrow before shoving away. Her body arcs back, landing in a low stance and pulling free her blade.

-----

Not the most romantic way one meets their soulmate, but Akari thinks it's all rather par for the course in the life of a shinobi. She doesn't have time to digest her own feelings on the matter; they are at war, and Kakashi is still helplessly aggrieved at her six and the fate of the world still hinges on this one night.

She can worry about the name on her neck in a few hours.

-----

Obito's soul mark is in the middle of his back. No matter how hard he shifts and moves he can never reach it, left only grasping at the whispered promise of what if? He can only catch glimpses of it in the mirror, fleeting and blurry and hard to read. A given name, no last name. Strange occurrence, to be sure, but - he doesn't care.

He'd never cared for it. Knew it wasn't - who he might have wanted it to be, once. Before the cave. Before Madara. Before.

It still comes as a shock when the girl he'd seen fight beside Kakashi all but shoves her tanto into the holster at the small of her back, march over to him with something unreadable in her eyes, and forcefully shove his shoulder until he turns.

He bristles, because of course he does. Rudely handled, and showing his back to an enemy. (His mind works faster than his heart, for once; are they enemy? they are not allies, not as of this moment. He's still lurching from the vertigo of a forgotten-and-remembered heart, of deciding to walk tall as Obito and not as no one. He has a name. Someone else bears his name. He's not thinking about it)

His shoulders bunch somewhere near his ears, that old petulance shining through in the pout he knows he wears. Her fingers are cold on his naked back, and Obito fights back the urge to snap at her to fuck off when he realizes she traces his name.

He's distracted by laughter. Hers, he surmises; this odd slip of a girl that pokes and prods and he lets her because what other choice is there? He's wrung out and exhausted and so much had transpired this one single night that he doesn't even have any remaining brain capacity to care that a stranger is pressing her nose against his soul mark.

"At least we match," she says between bubbles of laughter, dancing on the edge of hysteric. And Obito is mystified because - what?

"What?" He says, intelligently, voice more gruff and tone more annoyed that he'd intended. But -point of order- they're still in the middle of a battlefield, threat to entirety of the shinobi world still looming large despite his choice to turncoat and remember who he once was.

Curiosity wills out, and he turns. Meets her eye. Hands wringing together, dirt and bruises across her face. Up close, she looks nothing like Rin - but that stubborn, warm and open fire in her eyes. She's - familiar isnt the right word. He'd never met her, had maybe seen her once or twice during his reconnaissance in Konoha before the outbreak of the war. Just another shinobi, just another nameless blade.

She lifts a hand and he tenses, ready for a fight, as instinctive as breathing. They are allied for only a moment, and he isn't sure if he had been the one to bring the knife down on those she loved.

But she only hooks a finger into the hem of her shirt, yanking down the high collar and exposing her throat to him. Head tilted to the side, flush of red colouring her cheeks, she says not a word.

He sucks in a breath, brows furrowed in incredulity. It isn't difficult to make out, over the dappled skin. For a moment he thinks she mocks him, the scarred skin so reminiscent of his own. But - he sees it. Clear as day. His name, staring him in the face from the tender neck of someone he'd tried to kill.

He's found miss no-last-name. At the end of all things. And then he's laughing with her.

To be intrinsically tied to him? Him? He almost apologizes to her for the inconvenience.

They share the same hysterics, the sheer irony of fate. For a moment, he thinks she looks lovely when she laughs.

-----

The sky bleeds red, and Akari dreams. Or had she been dreaming? At last, at last - fate defies all odds once again. She meets Obito and he's an ass but he's kind, too, in this last hour since he'd decided to fix what he'd wrought. He was witty and strong and he'd helped her stand when she'd nearly buckled from being overwhelmed. A hand reaching out, tentative and very nearly hopeful. When this is - over, can we talk?

Yes. Of course. She had smiled through the daze, and promised him a conversation.

And now she dreams. Of Obito, of Shisui. Of all she'd lost and found and hoped for, all of it bleeding together into one simple weaving of her heart's desire. Happiness, of those around her. And if there's some left over, then, well. Maybe some for her, too.

(In her dream, she is laughing. There are no names, there is only warmth.)

-----

Akari wakes, and the world is quiet. For a moment, panic seizes her chest. They had lost, and everyone is -

A steadying breath, and then another. Her eyes slowly open, and in the far distance she can see the sun begin to crest over the horizon. Much closer, Obito sits at her side, in silent vigil. She's - disoriented. Touched, nervous, excited. Definitely just disoriented.

"Hey," she whispers into the gloom of morning, throat burning and skull pounding from the effort of clinging to consciousness. She'll not let herself miss this moment, this calm between storms. Things are quiet, and he is here, and she's going to allow herself to be happy for that.

"Hey," Obito says back, something tentative in the way he turns towards her. Almost shy, with his hunched shoulders and wringing hands. But still he smiles, very nearly teasing, and offers his hand for her to stand. "Miss no-last-name."

She shies beneath his hand even as she tilts her head to the side, encouraging his mouth at her throat. Kakashi's teeth graze along her sensitive skin, and she can practically feel his smile, pressed against her. Akari swallows around the nervous lump in her throat, keeping her eyes on Obito's. He watches her with something close to reverence, sitting across from the bed in a low chair. A front-row seat.

It's a heady thing - being touched and kissed and teased by someone else, whilst her boyfriend watches.

There's a deep flush on Obito's face, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as he slowly works a fist over his cock. His eyes drop to Akari's cunt, Kakashi's fingers spreading her open and brushing over her swollen clit. She arches off the bed, a low moan slipping past her lips at the gentle touch. Her body thrums with awareness, and though she's nervous - she cant deny the way it shoots a unique thrill through her spine, seeing just how turned on Obito gets, just from the anticipation alone of another man fucking her.

The hand at her cunt moves lower, Kakashi's fingers swirling over her soaked entrance. Akari spreads her legs wider, encouraging his movements and nearly arching right off the bed when she's rewarded with two fingers sunk deep into her cunt, thumb still circling her clit. Kakashi curls his fingers inside her, brushing over her sweet spot and making her gasp his name. Akari's pulse soars as she jerks her hips, chasing his touch as she still holds Obito's gaze.

"How's he feel, baby?" Obito rasps, corner of his mouth curving up in an attempt to coax her. Akari swallows thickly as Kakashi curls his fingers inside her, chuckling deeply when all she does is gasp. He lights up her nerves effortlessly, blunt edge of his fingers prodding at that sweet spot within her cunt that makes her core clench, almost painfully.

"Good," she manages to breathe out amidst a broken gasp, her hand shooting down to wind her fingers around Kakashi's wrist. She needs a tether, something to hold tight to as Kakashi moves faster, slick fingers thrusting in and out of her as the coil in her belly tightens. Obito grins at her, his eyes dropping to watch as Kakashi fucks her with his hand, the silverette burying his nose in Akari's hair.

"Better than you can make her feel," Kakashi says with a slowly-unfurling smile, thumb circling her clit with an added pressure that makes Akari throw her head back, hips thrusting forward. She still has enough presence of mind to want to chastise him, but the broken groan that slips past Obito's teeth is enough to give her pause. She swallows around the lump in her throat, tilting her head to catch Obito's eye, and finds him with a tight fist around the base of his cock, something almost desperate in his eyes.

"He's right," she whispers, muscles trembling at Kakashi's answering groan and increased pressure on her clit. Her chest heaves as a familiar spark of pleasure begins to lick up her spine, and knows from the heady eroticism of it all - she's already nearing her peak. "You cant make me feel this good. Only Kakashi knows what I need."

Heat comes off her face in waves, pulse jumping as she manages to stutter the words out, though she cant deny Obito's reaction. His cock twitches in his hand, his fist moving slowly up until beads of precome weep from the tip, his entire body shuddering as he teases himself. Akari bites her lip at the sight, mouth feeling startlingly empty.

"You can pretend to be as shy as you want," Kakashi whispers against her hair, slipping a third finger inside her. Akari's entire body jerks at the intrusion, a cry poised on her tongue. "I'm still going to fuck you until the only cock you ever even think about is mine," he adds with a nip to the shell of her ear, thumb dragging across her clit, leaving sparks in his wake.

It's enough to make her fall. Low moans from deep within her chest as she jerks in Kakashi's arms, grinding her cunt against his hand as she becomes impossibly drenched. Her orgasm snaps the tension in her core, and for a moment Akari feels light as air.

"That's it, just like that. Fuck you're so hot, coming on his hand like that." She can distantly hear Obito muttering in a low, rasping voice. The sound makes her groan, cunt clenching hard around Kakashi's fingers as he fucks her slow through the aftermath. Akari manages to tilt her head, eyes cracking open as she catches her breath, thighs still twitching, and offers a hazy smile to Obito.

He downright grins in response; the sight of her coming apart is a favorite of his, and she isn't the least bit surprised to see his sharingan alight. They share a silent conversation as Akari gently rides Kakashi's hand; her eyes soften as she tilts her head to the side. You okay?

Obito winks as his hand loosens around his cock, sitting forward in his chair to offer her a smile. I love you.

She barely has a moment to bite her lip to suppress her grin before her breath catches. Kakashi pulls his hand from her soaked cunt, pressing a kiss to her temple. In a breath he's moved to the end of the bed, looming above her as he spreads her thighs with rough palms. Akari can feel her own arousal on his hand, sliding across her leg when he moves. She takes a breath as she lays back at his urging, turning her head to the side to hold Obito's eyes as Kakashi takes his cock in hand, heavy in his palm and leaking over his fingers.

Kakashi reaches down the moment he grinds himself against her cunt, taking her chin in hand and forcing her to look up at him. Akari complies with a new flush of arousal to her core, cunt clenching in anticipation.

"You want it?" Kakashi asks her lowly, eyes gone impossibly dark. The head of his cock glides easily between her folds, wet and wanting as she is. Akari finds herself nodding as much as his hold on her allows, before he'd even finished speaking.

"Please," she whispers, feeling Obito's heavy stare. "I want you to fuck me. Brand me, make me yours. Show me how a real man does it," she adds in a purr, mouth curving ever so slightly as she reaches a hand up, nails dragging as light as a feather up Kakashi's arm.

Kakashi's groan is mirrored by Obito's, and the silverette reaches to hook his hands beneath her thighs, moving her fractionally to the side. When she lifts her leg and bends her knee, it offers Obito the perfect view of her dripping cunt.

"Fuck," Obito whispers hotly, the moment Kakashi moves his hands to the back of Akari's knees, and slides inside her with one sure thrust.

The stretch makes her throw her head back and gasp, Kakashi's cock setting alight each nerve hidden within her. Even with her climax and the effort of his fingers, still there's a slight burn as he bottoms out inside her. Her cunt clenches around him, tight as a vice, making Kakashi hiss through his teeth and his hands tighten on her legs in warning. But Akari only laughs, bright and breezy, hips shifting as she grasps at the sheet beneath her.

Kakashi thrusts into her harshly, snapping his hips against her pelvis. Akari gasps at the sensation, able to do little more than hang on for the ride as he splits her open, thick cock rubbing against her walls in a way that made her nerves light. Pleasure welling up from within her with every pump, every thrust; Kakashi takes no quarter as he sets his pace, bruising and fast as he slams into her, again and again.

Shapes dance behind her heavy lids as Akari jerks her hips, meeting his every thrust as her cunt pulses in time with her pounding heart. Her breath comes in shaking gasps each time he fills her to the brim, feeling the tease of another orgasm already as he seems to focus more on fucking her steadily than chasing his own pleasure, his breathing heavy and low.

Akari clenches hard around his thick shaft, smirking low at the way his eyes darken further at the pressure. Kakashi keeps his eyes locked on her face as he presses into her, swollen cockhead brushing her cervix and eliciting an excited flutter from deep within her core.

"Kakashi," Akari moans, loud to her own ears. She finally looks over at Obito, and finds him staring heatedly at her cunt. He watches, enchanted, at the slick that soaks Kakashi's cock each time he pulls out of her eager cunt. His fist is tight enough around the base of his shaft that Akari wonders if it might be painful. She opens her mouth to ask if he would want to use her throat, when a hand grasps for her chin.

"You don't look at him," Kakashi hisses lowly, wrenching her face back to meet his eye. "You look at me, right at me, when I'm fucking you." His words make her clench hard, a new rush of arousal spilling from her cunt as she soaks him further. Obito groans right along with Kakashi, the sounds their joined bodies make obscene and loud in the darkness. But Akari doesn't have it in her to care; not when she's being watching so reverently by both men, not when Kakashi's thrusts turn harder, faster. His hand moves from her chin to grasp her throat, and he uses the newfound leverage to rock her body into his with every harsh thrust. A moan immediately slips from Akari's mouth as his fingers tighten on the sides of her neck, and she feels her heart thunder.

"This is what it's like to be properly fucked," Kakashi murmurs, ignoring her shouted cry when he presses down on her more firmly, impaling her on his shaft. "I'm going to ruin you for every other man."

Akari watches the way his mouth curves into a smirk, and then he's putting further pressure against her neck and chest and driving into her deeper, until sweat begins to drip down his chest and his teeth are clenched hard enough to crack. Stars dance in Akari's eyes as she throws her head back, crying out her pleasure; Kakashi doesn't let up, hips snapping against her hard enough to bruise.

"You are going to remember this," Kakashi growls, slackening in his rhythm as his peak approaches. "Now beg me to come inside you."

"Please," Akari keens immediately, obediently, as she clenches and writhes, chasing the pleasure he gives her. "Please, come inside me. Kakashi, please."

"Fuck," Obito speaks up, sounding pained with desperation. His hand moves fast over his straining cock, breath coming out in pants as he thrusts shallowly into his fist. "Ruin her. Please."

His smirk turning wicked is Akari's only warning before Kakashi is grasping tight to her hips. "As you wish," he snarks with a wink, and then he's pulling her onto his cock each time he jerks forward, the motion jarring enough to make Akari gasp. He uses her as little more than a toy, fucking low and quick into her cunt. It fans the flames of her desire, and Akari can feel the coil in her belly tighten. She squeezes Kakashi's shaft, clamping down tight enough it makes him groan, and stutter in his rhythm.

Akari holds Kakashi's gaze as she arches her back, changing the angle of his plunging cock. Her stomach tightens, Kakashi's cock gliding impossibly faster inside her, and Akari swears for a moment she sees stars; arching up and shifting back to meet his every desperate thrust. He gasps above her, eyes going wide before he pumps into her once, twice, thrice -

His cock twitches inside her as he comes with a heated and low groan, spilling inside her cunt before pulling out until he can paint her folds with his come. Kakashi grasps his cock with a shaking hand, tightening his fist to squeeze out every drop. Akari sighs at the feeling, cunt clenching and fluttering, laughing breathlessly when she hears Kakashi and Obito's twin groans as come spills from her aching cunt.

Akari shivers at the sensation of his come sliding down her slit, eyes drawn to the darkening of Kakashi's expression. His hands move to spread her open, ignoring her embarrassed gasp; his thumbs on her lips, exposing her slick cunt and the mix of fluids to Obito's enraptured gaze.

"Looks like I made a mess," Kakashi says, voice as breathless as hers and yet tempered low as he watches, rapt, the way his milky spend drips slowly down her cunt, catching on the hole of her clenching entrance and gliding to the sheets below. Akari can hear Obito's stuttered gasp, and when she glances over, can see his face has broken into a look of desperation and reverence; lips parted and scars stark from his flush, fist tightening painfully over his thick cock.

Kakashi follows her stare, and what he sees causes his flaccid cock to twitch. "Obito," is all he says, voice thick with desire and unyielding with command. Akari's head still swims from pleasure, only half-aware of what's even happening; confusion clouds her mind as her brows furrow, glancing between the two men and the seemingly unspoken conversation they appear to be having.

Between one breath and the next Obito is moving, all but launching himself from his seat in his eagerness. Akari's eyes widen as Kakashi simply steps to the side, palm slowly teasing over his half-hard shaft, watching as Obito immediately kneels at the edge of the bed and throws her knees over his shoulders. It clicks in her mind what, exactly, Kakashi was implying with his words, and she barely has the time to feel the hot rush of embarrassment -and no small amount of sudden arousal- before Obito is licking a stripe from ass to clit, his groan deep and haggard as he tastes Akari and Kakashi both.

Her face is on fire, a part of her wanting to open her mouth and tell him to stop, but all that escapes is a whine, already lost to the feeling of Obito's mouth on her dripping cunt. He licks and sucks and swallows with abandon, warm tongue eagerly cleaning every inch of her slit; the glide of his mouth and the broken moans he lets slip easily stoke the embers of her arousal, and she finds herself on the path to another orgasm. Obito glances up from between her thighs, pulling back enough to shakily catch his breath. There's a bridge of spit and come between her cunt and his glistening mouth, Akari's breath catching at the sight. He swallows thickly, cock so hard it hurts, and moves to use the tips of two fingers to collect the remaining come that pools just under her ass. Akari watches as he brings the thick digits to his mouth, sucking them clean without once breaking eye contact.

"That's it," she distantly hears Kakashi whisper, his hand moving to bury his fingers in Obito's dark hair. "You like the taste of another man's come on your girl's pussy, hm?" Obito can only nod, shoulders bunching somewhere around his ears and cheeks blazing red, dark eyes still locked on Akari's.

It's filthy, it's erotic, but it turns her on so fucking much she thinks she may actually combust from Kakashi's words and Obito's eyes alone.

As she watches, Kakashi's fingers tighten in Obito's hair, and he's pulling the man back to catch his gaze. Obito hisses through clenched teeth, but his cock jumps at the mix of pleasure-pain as he tears his eyes from Akari's to watch the silverette with a half-lidded gaze.

Kakashi's free hand moves to thumb at the other man's mouth, swirling the enticing mix of come and slick and spit over his bottom lip. "I don't think we're quite finished yet, though."

Obito watches her through lidded eyes, breath catching in his chest. A fist tangled in her hair, soft strands plucked and pulled as he guides her along his thick shaft. Akari struggles to breathe around his cock, tears freely spilling down her cheeks. The sight of it is as pretty as a picture; a dusting of pink from her face to her tits, chin and jaw slick from tears and spit. He cant help it; he thrusts his hips forward, head of his cock slipping down her bruised throat and making her choke. Her eyes flutter as she strains against his hold, trying to pull back. He doesn't let her get that far; a bare moment of relief, air flooding her lungs when he pulls her by the hair until his cock rests on the flat of her tongue, and then thrusts harshly in once again.

She's perfect, wrapped around his dick like this; mouth warm and wet and inviting, throat tight as a vice. Obito's hand tightens in her hair until she whines, a soft sound that does wonders to his shaft seated in her mouth, and he groans deep in his chest in response to the low vibration around his cock. Her eyes squeeze shut, fresh tears spilling as her throat loosens, and he barely has to move or do any of the work himself; yanking her forward until her nose is pressed flush to the coarse hair above his cock.

He knows she can take it, knows intimately how well she can please him.

Obito pulls her off of him, until his cock slips free of her mouth. He holds her there, watching entranced when the thick bridge of spit between her and his cock breaks and soaks her chin further. She should always look like this, he thinks; eyes bright with arousal and tears, a sheen of sweat and spit coating her face. He reaches forward, free hand curving along the line of her jaw; trails his thumb through the slick around her mouth before slipping it into her mouth. She sucks on it obediently, looking up at him from beneath her thick lashes. She'll be his undoing one of these days, he's certain.

He drops his hands from her, leaning back in the low chair. Sharingan spinning to life as he studies her; heaving chest and shoulders rolling as she catches her breath, blinking away her tears and coughing a bit through the strain. He's just a moment shy of losing patience, a single brow cocked, when she shuffles forward on her knees. Her small hand moves to grasp his shaft, too thick for her to wrap her fingers all the way around. Obito sighs, softly, at the immediate tightening of his core; she jerks him expertly, eyes refusing to leave his. It's an easy glide, drenched as he is from her efforts. A balm to his aching flesh, her wrist turning each time she teases his head with nimble fingers.

"Good girl," he whispers, tone a near growl. Heat coalesces in his core, cock twitching against her palm. Akari preens silently at the praise, a flash of heat burning deep in her brown eyes as she leans forward to take him back into her mouth.

Obito's hips rock forward at that first press between her lips, tongue teasing the underside of his shaft. She goes slow, almost teasing; cheeks hollowed as she gives a firm suck with her tongue prodding at the tip. The jolt it sends through him is jarring, and his hisses her name through tightly clenched teeth before thrusting harshly into her throat.

A hand curves along her cheek, soft and affectionate, before he's burying his fingers in her hair once more. Akari swallows him down, hands obediently raising to press her palms to the firm muscles of his thighs. He brings her forward, pulse jumping at the realization she trusts him so readily, allows herself to be used by him. Her face goes pink but she moans brokenly around his cock regardless, eyes slipping shut as he moves her forward and back.

He lets her breathe, watching as the drool bubbles on the corners of her mouth to spill down her chin and to her breasts. She's a mess, but she's stunning, too; adoration aplenty as she sucks in a breath before he's choking her with his cock.

He lasts a minute, maybe two; that familiar tightening in his balls and belly coming to the forefront. Obito huffs a heavy breath, shifting until he slips from her mouth to tighten a fist around his shaft. Akari whines, just a little, when he goes; he tries not to let it get to his head (fails.) He strokes himself firmly, sharingan trained on Akari, still kneeling between his spread thighs. Her chest heaves as she catches her breath, hair an utter mess of curls around her face; stunning. His hand moves faster, breath stuttering as he closes in on his peak. She shuffles forward, mouth opening and tongue stuck out, utterly patient and obedient for him to give her what she wants. The sight of her submission and desire is enough, and Obito falls from the brink with a low groan.

He paints her face with his come, thick ropes slipping down her cheek and landing heavily on her tongue. Akari moans, eyes fluttering shut, as a shiver works its way through her spine. Obito cant tear his eyes away, fingers tightening on his cock to squeeze every drop he has onto her waiting tongue. She takes everything he gives, waiting patiently for him to finish before swallowing it down.

"Thank you," she whispers around his come on her smiling lips, before licking them clean.