#pine writes

Kakashi held the certificate in his hands, looking out on the village as the sun set. He'd been released from ANBU just an hour prior, everyone going their seperate ways to celebrate with friends and family. Obito had returned to the Uchiha section of the village, and Kakashi found himself fighting the twitch in his limbs that was telling him to go find him. He'd had half a mind, earlier, to go and tell Minato or Kushina, but he dropped the thought almost immediately.

He had no family to celebrate with.

So instead, he'd sat on the roof of the hokage's office and contemplated how to go and tell Obito to stay with him. It wasn't an elegant request, the plan was full of holes and Obito could always say no, but Kakashi knew he couldn't survive without his best friend by his side.

"So is there a reason you're out here, Kakashi?" Minato asked. Kakashi startled and nearly fell off the roof at the sudden appearance of his sensei and whirled around. Icy blue eyes met Kakashi's own gray, and the two nin stared at each other quietly. Minato raised his eyebrow.

"Sorry sensei, just thinking." He replied, settling back down on the roof. The yellow flash came to sit beside him, white cape fluttering behind him.

"About?" He prompted, taking the ANBU certificate from Kakashi. "When I graduated from ANBU, I went traveling. Is that what you want to do?"

Kakashi rapidly shook his head. He took off his headband and let his sharingan eye open, just slightly, before he closed it once again. Even just opening it for a second drained his chakra, but he didn't open it for the sharingan abilities. The same person that had given him the sharingan was the reason that Kakashi wouldn't travel.

"Obito is coming by later. I asked him what he wanted to do the other day, and he said he'd want to become a genin sensei. He'd practically be benched if that happened, and I can only imagine how often you two would be able to see each other after that."

Kakashi cursed his sly sensei. Minato was looking down at Kakashi's certificate with hooded eyes, and the Hatake noted the distinct drop in temperature in the air around him. Minato was teasing him, the damn sadist that he was.

"I don't want to leave him. I don't want him to leave me." Kakashi said eventually, snatching his certificate back. Kakashi couldn't imagine a life without Obito. Couldn't imagine not having his warm back at his own, snoring away. He couldn't imagine going out to eat Ramen and not having Obito there to crash his lunch and make him pay. He couldn't imagine going on a mission and having his twin sharingan working in tandem with him.

"What a coincidence, then. Obito had told me the same thing." Minato said airily. "Now Kakashi, I'll give you an ultimatum, because I know you would just torture yourself otherwise."

Kakashi looked curiously at his sensei, trying to study Minato's face- it was pointless. Minato Namikaze was impossible to read, especially when he was in such a mood as this.

"If you don't tell Obito your feelings before he enters my office..." Minato began, and Kakashi's breath came out in a puff. Minato must have been feeling especially sadistic, and dread build up in Kakashi's heart as he guessed to what Minato's condition would be.

"I'll take Obito for myself."

Minato's icy blues glowed in the setting sun, and Kakashi could see the hint of fang on his sensei's manic smile. He didn't need to be told twice.

He found Obito in less than a minute, walking up to the Hokage's office from the Uchiha section. Kakashi didn't give his friend any time to get a word in.

"Move in with me." He blurted, grabbing Obito by the shoulders. His friend's one visible eye flitted all over Kakashi's face, and then he laughed. Kakashi loved that laugh.

"Good one Kakashi. Come on, let's go tell Minato-sensei the news." Was all Obito said, trying to move past Kakashi. Obito meeting with Minato was the last thing that could happen. Kakashi knew that if he let Obito go now, he'd be Minato's little beauty before the sun set, and that couldn't happen.

"I'm serious!" He insisted. "There's an apartment near the academy that's really cheap and it has more than enough room for the both of us. I'll buy groceries, you cook, I'll clean on odd days you clean on evens. Just... just do it!"

Kakashi's voice nearly broke at the last sentence, and he was aware thay he sounded like a pouting child, but he could see in Obito's face how the Uchiha was slowly coming around to the idea.

"What, do you want to marry me or something?" Obito mocked. Kakashi's heart almost stopped beating.

Yes.

Yes.

"Yes."

Obito's eye blew wide. The two freshly graduated ANBU stared at each other like that, but then someone cleared their throat behind them.

"You were coming to see me, Obito?" Minato asked, ignoring Kakashi completely. The white haired ninja's heart was rabitting a mile a minute, and he waited with baited breath for Obito to respond.

"Oh yes, I have some good news." Obtio said, managing to recover his composure. He took Kakashi's hand in his own, and held them up for Minato to see.

"I have a boyfriend."

~

"That was a little mean of you, Minato." Kushina said, sitting in the windowsill of the Hokage office.

"Perhaps." Minato replied. "I thought you'd be more jealous than concerned for my treatment of our little genin."

Kushina only rolled her eyes. "They're not genin anymore. And why would I be jealous? That bite mark on your ass is from a kitsune, not a bake-neko."

Minato chuckled quietly. "Yes, I suppose I am marked. What a shame that this prominent bite mark on my posterior scares away potential suitors."

When Arbor awoke, he was facing the stars.  He felt around a bit, still not completely awake and trying to gain his bearings.  He knew he’d fallen asleep in his willow tree, and this obviously was no tree.  His hands found the substance he was laying on, a condensed magic that felt cool and smooth to the touch, fluid in it’s movements yet firm enough to keep Arbor afloat in the endless abyss of space.  Just as Arbor began to search for ways out of this strange place, a warm, large hand covered his own, and he immediately relaxed.

“Michael.”  Was all he murmured, relaxing onto what he now recognized as a bedsheet.  Michael’s bedroom was a strange place, made of more magic than earthly material, a room that lived in the midst of stars, planets, and everything else that wandered space.  You could only tell what furniture was where by straining your eyes to see the contours, where one glowing ball of light distorted and a cloud of pink dust cut off abruptly and picked up a little higher.  

“Good evening, strawberry.” Michael said, running one warm hand up Arbor’s bare back as the other held firmly onto the nature mage’s palm.  “You looked like you were having trouble sleeping, so I brought you up here.”

He smiled softly, leaning up slightly to press his lips to Michael’s.  It was a chaste kiss, as far as these things go, but Arbor felt his face growing hot as he laid back down.  Michael didn’t stop, his blue-gray hair tickling Arbor’s shoulder as the angel laid small kiss after small kiss on his strawberry’s neck.  The scent of lavender and incense was thick in the air, and as Michael pulsed his vast magic of the sky into Arbor’s bones, into his skin, the green haired man found he could breathe easy.  

“Arbor, flip around for me please?”  Michael asked, pinching Arbor’s butt.  The smaller man yelped and flipped over, nearly knocking the angel off balance from where he’d been straddling Arbor’s thighs.  Michael simply adjusted how he sat and looked down at Arbor through hooded eyes, seemingly content to stare and do nothing more.

“Well?” The smaller man asked when he got impatient.  “I’ve turned over.  What now?”

Michael’s soft smile grew into a shit eating grin, his neon blue eyes flashing in the darkness of his room.  “I just wanted to see your pretty face.”

Arbor snorted to try and hide how that corny line made his face grow hot, ears burning as Michael’s gaze only intensified.

“I’m serious, Arbor.  You’re beautiful.  I can’t get enough of you.” He murmured, leaning down to press his lips to the hollow of Arbor’s neck.  “Every time I see you I just want to eat you up.”

Arbor scoffed, hiding his face in Michael’s hair.  “You’re an incurable flirt.” 

“Only for you.  Only when you smile for me.”

“Hm, a smile?  Is that all you’re satisfied with?” Arbor asked, gently rubbing Michael’s shoulders.  The angel pulled up from where he’d been kissing Arbor’s neck and looked down at his strawberry with amusement.

“Is that what you think of me?”  He eventually asked, leaning down to graze his nose against Arbor’s pec.  “An angel so pure and good that a mere smile from my beloved satisfies me for all of eternity?”

Arbor tilted his head, considering the question.  He certainly hadn’t meant it that way, but the way Michael said it... it was suspicious.  By the time Arbor figured it out, it was too late.

Michael bit down on his nipple.

“MICHAEL!” He roared, flipping them both over to dig his fingers into Michael’s sides.  The damn piranha didn’t let go, only giggled as he licked at the abused flesh.

“Of course I’m not satisfied only by your smile, I just said I can never get enough of you!” Michael said, grinning happily as he tickled Arbor.  “Do you think I lay by your bedside all night thinking about your smile?  When your ass is right there?”

Arbor snort-giggled, pushing Michael’s face away.

“Excuse me, I misdiagnosed you earlier. You’re an incurable horn dog!”

“No!  I am a flirtatious horn dog who has a healthy appreciation for my beloved’s posterior!” Michael declared before promptly flipping Arbor like a hamburger and slapping his ass.  Due to Michael being a rather heavy-handed angel, that hurt something awful, so the only logical conclusion was for Arbor to reach behind himself to make crab hands at Michael’s nipple, laughing the entire while.  Michael eventually got the upper hand in their little play fight once more, forcibly spooning Arbor as he whispered into the nature mage’s ear.

“When you let me touch you, it feels like the sky shatters where our bodies meet.” He said, nibbling on Arbor’s earlobe a bit.  Arbor snorted and rolled his eyes, ignoring the corny line’s affect on him..

“Cheese, pure cheese Michael.”

“Oh?  Is my endless, catastrophic love for you cheesy, Arbor?  I was unaware.”  The angel murmured, his voice thick with amusement.  Michael shifted until he was laying completely on top of Arbor, boxing the smaller man between his arms.

“What if I told you that the only music I can stand to listen to pounds to the beat of your heart?  What then?” He said, a warm hand tilting Arbor’s head so Michael could kiss deeply into his mouth.  Arbor whined, squirming under Michael’s weight, but the angel had no intentions of letting him go.  He kissed Arbor breathless, purring every time the smaller man returned the enthusiasm, baiting Arbor in a combination of pleasure and reward until the nature mage was panting, hard and needy under his angel, the tattoo of crosses entangled in rose’s thorns pulsing happily, the sign of bondage between Michael and Arbor relishing in their shared happiness.

“I’d say...” Arbor finally said, his own golden eyes meeting Michael’s neon blue, hooded and sultry.