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The leaves rustle around him as Obito leaps through the trees back towards his destination. While he can use Kamui and deplete his chakra to make the jump home in one go,, he’s elected to using it only for short bursts, allowing him time to gather his thoughts. 

He doesn’t enjoy going back to the village–ever since he’d been trapped in a cave with Madara and had his eyes open to the reality of the corruption of the village’s foundation, he can’t bring himself to live there. But he’s sworn loyalty to them, and there are parts he loves. As well as parts he hates. 

Doing longterm missions outside of the village for years on end gives him the right amount without him having to see children being trained in the art of war. It’s all he knows really. If he doesn’t see it, he can pretend it’s not still happening. 

He manages to make it back to the village in three days, instead of the two weeks it would take someone else, and that feels entirely too soon. Obito wonders if it would be prudent to get another mission immediately. He’d be forced to rest for at least a day but then he could leave again. 

It’s usually Kakashi who greets him whenever Obito comes home, but he’d received a missive a day and a half earlier that Kakashi had his own mission he’d been gone on for multiple weeks with Team Ro. Not much else was said, and Obito knows not to ask further questions. 

He unclips his mask and drops down at the private ANBU gate, ready for a grand total of zero people to greet him when he’s shocked to see that’s not the case. Who greets him the boy–no–boy would be wrong. The broad shoulders, the roguish grin, the shine in his eyes, are not those of a boy anymore. 

“Shisui?” he asks, his eye widening when he looks at the boy he’d practically helped raise. He blinks once, twice, and then again as Shisui grins at him–crooked, a sable mask clipped to his belt. 

“You’re late,” Shisui says, a cocky hand on his hip, the fucking sparkle in his eyes that Obito could recognize from kilometers away. 

He’s definitely changed, Obito notes. He has to actually crane his neck to look up at him. Sure it’s only a centimeter or two taller than him, but Obito was used to ruffling his hair affectionately or leaning his arm against Shisui’s shoulder to tease and joke with him. 

He’s also wider now, his muscles filling out the ANBU uniform, looking more and more like his father every day, Obito notes. Someone Obito had always had a tiny crush on. He ignores the stronger feelings bubbling up in his chest. 

Obito chortles once he’s finally gotten the shock of seeing Shisui. “Didn’t expect you here to greet me,” he says, though he’s trying to hold himself back from pulling the boy (not boy, man) into a tight and crushing hug. 

But public displays of affection are frowned upon in ANBU, as well as too much interaction in uniform. Just the simple act of greeting says more to Obito than anything else. Especially because he knows that the clan isn’t too fond of him. The last time he’d even tried to talk to anyone about getting an apartment in their clan section, he’d been told in not very kind terms that there would never be space in the clan’s land for a traitor. Not that he wanted them anyways. It’s fine. He’s fine. 

But he doesn’t think about how fine he is, cause there’s only one person he cares about anyways. And that person showed up when no one else ever has. So once he and Shisui are in the locker room, all decorum goes out the window and Obito pulls Shisui into a tight hug. 

Shisui stiffens at first but then wraps his arms back around him, returning the hug in kind, his arms circling around Obito’s waist, holding him close. 

Obito can’t help but notice how good he smells. There’s a hint of lavender and cedar with an undertone of something else that’s so undeniably Shisui, Obito realizes how much he’s missed him—how much he’s missed this. So he buries his face in Shisui’s neck. He doesn’t want to let go, Shisui’s arms around him make him feel wanted—something he has very rarely felt before. And he yearns for this feeling. He yearns for contact, he’d always been an extrovert, always thrived in the company of others.  He wonders if the past three years he’d been gone just made him more lonely than usual, or if he’s finally being honest with himself and how much he needs to be surrounded by loved ones. 

“I missed you,” Shisui says, burying his face in Obito’s neck and Obito feels his heart crack. He’s missed Shisui. Hell he even misses Itachi and Sasuke (though he will not even admit that to Ibiki). But he never expected that emotion to be returned. Not when it came to his clan mates. 

He remembers the day he’d told Shisui he was accepting a long mission away, and Shisui had been devastated. A part of Obito thought he’d grow out of it, would realize what a mess Obito is. Or even worse, the clan elders would tell Shisui about how awful Obito is.It’s why he avoided the village, he couldn’t bear to lose Shisui. He doesn’t want to admit how much he needs him. 

“But you just got back!” Shisui exclaimed, crossing his arms over his chest while Obito began to pack his things into the scroll in front of him. 

Obito looked at Shisui, a sad smile crossing his features. “It’s okay,” he says. “You won’t even notice I’m gone,” he says. 

Shisui sits down on his bed, looking down at his legs and Obito can tell he said something wrong. His eyes are resolute as he stares at his legs. 

So he sits down next to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “I’m gonna miss you a lot,” he says. “You’re the only person in this clan that–” he looks down. “They still call me a traitor–say I ain’t good enough,” Obito says. “Maybe if I go on this mission–they’ll see that I’m not the fuckup little boy they remember.” 

“I don’t think you’re a fuckup,” Shisui says, his voice low. 

Obito smiles and wraps an arm around him, letting Shisui curl into his chest. “I know you don’t,” he says. “And I’ll write to you,” he promises. He reaches up to the necklace he wears around his neck, a gift from his own mother, and unfastens it, handing it to Shisui. 

“Tell you what, you keep this safe, and I’ll get it back from you when I return.”

Shisui looks up at him, his lips curving up into a soft smile. “Alright,” he says, nodding. “I’ll hold you to it.” 

He tries to ignore the burning in his chest and the tears streaming down his face the next day as he leaves the village, Shisui standing at the gates, the necklace around his neck.

He pulls back from the hug, and reaches up to Shisui’s neck, noticing the necklace, and he lightly trails his fingers over the links. “You kept this?” he asks. 

Shisui reaches up to unclasp it, looking a little sheepish. “Yeah, you uh–told me to keep it safe for you.” 

Obito shakes his head. “Keep it on,” he says, holding his hand over Shisui’s, ignoring the tiny rushes of sparks running up and down his arm when their hands brush against each other. “It looks better on you.” 

Shisui frowns. “But it’s yours–” he says. 

“It was a promise I’d come back home to you,” Obito says, looking up at him. “I came home–and I’ll always come home.” 

Shisui smiles. “Yeah–okay,” he says, brightening. 

Obito chuckles. “Alright, I gotta drop off my mission scrolls but I’m starving, you wanna go get something to eat after this?” 

Shisui looks at him, his expression darkening ever so slightly, and Obito can’t help but wonder if he’s not the meal that Shisui’s going to devour. And why does that make him feel like jelly inside?

He pushes down those feelings–this is wrong. Shisui is his baby cousin–formerly baby, now he’s an adult, but still, Obito had helped raise him–how was he having these thoughts? He turns away and steps back from Shisui, unwillingly of course, and goes to the office to drop off the scrolls. 

Dinner is mostly a quiet affair, they both sit cross legged in a tatami room in the local Izakaya, eating Chicken Yakitori, and drinking cups of sake. Obito listens as Shisui tells him about everything that had happened in the village over the past three years, including averting the potential massacre. 

Honestly, Obito’s barely listening, just watching as Shisui talks, his eye tracking the movement of his jaw, the little quirk in his lips when he smiles, the way that Shisui looks at him, making him feel hot inside and he doesn’t know what to do with that knowledge. So he keeps downing glasses of Sake until the world is pleasantly fuzzy around them. 

At some point or another, their hands have linked, their fingers entwined with one another’s as they keep talking well past the Izakaya’s last call. Obito’s not one to ever put anyone too far out, so as soon as they finish their last drinks, he gets up, blinking as the world spins around them. 

He’s not used to drinking enough to get drunk, usually his faster than average regeneration compensates for it, but there’s something in the air, and he’s not just intoxicated with the alcohol. He’s also drunk on Shisui. 

As they stumble out into the alleyway between buildings, heading back towards Shisui’s apartment, Obito notices that they’re holding hands. He blinks once and looks up at him as Shisui gives him a dark look back. 

There’s still so much wrong about this. Shisui is still so young, Obito still considerably older than him, and the power dynamic between them. He still thinks of Shisui as the boy he raised, regardless of how old he is now. Obito tries to hold himself back. They had always been so affectionate with each other before, and even though Shisui was eighteen now, Obito is still hesitant to try anything that would take advantage of his younger cousin, even though it’s all he wants to do. 

When they reach Shisui’s apartment, Shisui turns to look at Obito. “You wanna come inside?” he asks.

It takes all the strength Obito has to even consider saying no, and when he opens his mouth to politely decline, he sees the absolute look of adoration in Shisui’s eyes and he stops short, nodding before he can control himself. 

Once they get into his apartment, Obito toes off his shoes, and no sooner are they off that Shisui’s crowding him against the wall, and Obito blinks once as he looks up at him. He’s slammed by that familiar cedar scent. His knees almost buckle as his heart races a million miles an hour. 

“Tell me to stop and I will,” Shisui manages, leaning down to bury his face in Obito’s neck, and with that, Obito loses every bit of self control he’d been able to muster. He turns and pulls Shisui into a kiss, tangling his fingers in Shisui’s hair as he parts his lips. 

Shisui responds by exploring Obito’s mouth with his tongue and Obito gasps into the kiss as he wraps his arms around Shisui’s shoulders. Once their kiss is deepened, Shisui’s hands travel down to the backs of Obito’s thighs and he lifts him easily, wrapping his legs around his hips. 

Obito moans into the kiss and he tightens his legs around him, groaning as he kisses him. 

“Guess no stopping then,” Shisui teases as he kisses a line down Obito’s neck and Obito leans his head back against the wall, moaning softly. 

Obito’s already melted under Shisui’s soft touches, and he groans as he’s laid out onto Shisui’s bed and he reaches up to pull him into a deep kiss again, and Shisui responds enthusiastically, rocking down against him. Obito gasps when he feels Shisui’s erect length press up against his own, and he makes quick work of undressing Shisui as Shisui practically rips the clothes off of Obito. 

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” Shisui murmurs when he looks down at Obito, and Obito had been so enraptured by everything going on around him, he forgot to warn Shisui about his mangled body. But it turns out Shisui needs no such warning because he looks at Obito like he’s about to devour him, which surprises him, and he immediately tries to deny it. He knows his face is horrifying on a good day, but the rest of his body is almost alien, white meeting flesh in a jagged line across his torso and arm. 

He gasps softly and looks up at Shisui who is still looking down at him, kissing every part of him. 

“I don’t–are you sure–?” Obito asks, cursing softly as all words leave his brain. 

Shisui laughs softly. He pulls back, his eyes heavy lidded as he trails a fingertip down Obito’s neck, trailing over his collarbone. His breath is warm as he breathes across Obito’s neck. “Yeah, I’m sure,” he says, pulling back to  kneel between Obito’s legs. He reaches to the bedside table and pulls out a bottle of lube. “Do you—uh—wanna?” he asks, looking down at Obito. Obito’s so hard it hurts and he only wants one thing. 

“Shisui, if you don’t fuck me right now, I’ll ride you until you cry,”  Obito says, feeling desperate as he watches Shisui. He feels empty and needs him inside him right now. 

Shisui gives him a crooked grin in return and leans down, pressing his lips to Obito’s shoulder as he presses two lube coated fingers to his entrance. “Don’t threaten me with a good time,” he teases. 

Obito can’t help but moan as he feels Shisui’s fingers slowly begin to press into him, and he groans, turning his head as he pulls Shisui’s lips against him in a kiss. Shisui’s fingers are thick, and the stretch of Obito’s rim around him is borderline painful, but also a pain most exquisite and it causes Obito’s cock to throb and leak against his belly. 

Obito can tell Shisui’s impatient cause he leans down to kiss his shoulder as he presses a third finger into him, rutting against Obito’s leg, and Obito’s impatient too, needing nothing more than to feel Shisui thrust inside of him. 

It’s moments later that Shisui pulls his fingers out and settles himself between Obito’s legs, and Obito whimpers at the empty feeling as he feels Shisui’s cock press against his hole. Shisui gasps softly as he begins to push in slowly, and Obito’s moans are loud as Shisui slowly sllides into him. 

Obito groans, feeling his body thrum with excitement and anticipation, although the stretch feels borderline too much at the moment, he knows it’s about to feel really good, and when Shisui’s cock hits against his spot, Obito throws his head back and screams. 

Shisui groans as he begins to pull out and thrust back in, setting a fast pace as he thrusts deep into Obito, causing the headboard to slam against the wall. “So–tight around me–you feel so good,” he murmurs into Obito’s neck. 

Obito gasps and wraps his legs around him tighter, sobbing as he feels Shisui’s cock press against his prostate with every thrust both in and out. 

He tries to hold out as long as he possibly can but it’s hard, and his fingers dig into Shisui’s back as Shisui continues to push into him, bottoming out before he pulls out and repeats. 

Obito gasps softly, digging his heels into Shisui’s back as he groans, meeting Shisui’s thrusts by rocking his hips up. 

“Fuck–Shisui I’m close,” he says as he digs his fingertips into Shisui’s shoulders. 

“Me too,” Shisui responds as he reaches down between them to wrap his hand around Obito’s cock. 

Obito sobs and as soon as Shisui begins pumping him, he’s spilling on both of their chests, his back arching as he feels his body practically melt as everything is dragged out of him. 

Shisui’s soon to follow, spilling inside him with a shout, and he groans as he pauses, gasping as Obito whines and turns to kiss Shisui deeply. 

He responds to the kiss before he pulls out. “One sec,” he says, and Obito can do nothing except lay back, fucked until he was a pile of bones on Shisui’s bed. 

A few moments later, Shisui’s gently wiping Obito clean with a damp washcloth and he collapses next to Obito, wrapping his arms around his waist. Obito moans gently into the touch, turning his head to bury his face in Shisui’s neck. 

“I did miss you,” he says softly. 

Shisui wraps an arm around Obito, holding him close to his chest, and Obito can feel him smile against his hair. “Yeah, me too,” he says. 

As Obito dozes off, he knows that they’ll need to talk about it, but for now, he’s happy to just lie here in Shisui’s arms–where he feels like he finally belongs.