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Title: Scar Tissue
Author: JBMcDragon
Genre: Drama
Status: In progress, 17/19
Rating: NC-17. This story is continuing to earn its rating. Be warned.
Warnings: Het, yaoi, violence, and terrible, terrible angst. Also, very, very long.

Summary: Set during the end of the time-jump.

They returned one teammate fewer. The loss of that teammate changed Kakashi in ways Obito surviving couldn't have. Kakashi remembers him fondly, speaks to him in dreams, and carries his ghost as a companion.

But his dreams and reality don't quite match up . . .

Scar Tissue
Part One
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight

Part Two
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

The hours slid by and turned into more than a day, and Obito closed the bar early, even though it was busy, when Kakashi returned.

People filed out, laughing in various stages of drunkenness, stopping the lewd suggestions when Ibiki put his boot up a Jounin's ass.

Obito locked the front door, flicked off the light outside, leaving them with only the lights above the counter. Kakashi was leaning against the bar, masked and dangerous looking, like a sated jaguar. The glow above made his hair shimmer silver.

"You, uh, you left your yaoi here," Obito started, feeling a blush creep up his too-pale skin. He watched Kakashi pull his hitai-ate off, heard the soft click as it landed on the counter. "And, uh, you left the lube, too…"

The Copy Ninja looked at him, head tipped. One finger hooked the edge of the mask and tugged it down, freeing pale skin to the air's caress.

Obito walked across the bar floor, leaning heavily on his cane, listening to it tick with every step. "And--and the yaoi guys seemed to really, uh, like, um…" he blushed hotly.

Kakashi's eyes, one black and one red, narrowed. Then a moment passed, and they widened dramatically. "Obito? What are you trying to say?"

His blush deepened. "And, well, it felt really, y'know, nice when you did it so I thought… but it didn’t feel as, uh, good." Oh, gods, he was going to die from embarrassment.

Kakashi's eyes got even wider, if that was possible. When he spoke, his voice was rough and smooth all at once, like liquid sex. "You... tried?"

Obito blushed hotly.

"You used your fingers?"

Obito leaned against the counter so he didn't have to look at Kakashi and nodded.

"They probably aren't as long as mine." Kakashi moved, sliding along the bar until he was so close his chakra prickled along Obito's. "You want me to help?" he murmured, breath wisping across the shell of Obito's ear.

Obito shivered, his entire body prickling. Kakashi hadn't even touched him and he was already hard. "S-sure," he stammered, nervous and aroused. "And then I get to do you next time."

"Absolutely," Kakashi murmured. One hand slid down Obito's far arm, fingers wrapping around his wrist. As if it were the most natural thing in the world, Kakashi stepped back, pulling Obito's spine to his chest and guiding him out of the bar, toward the living area.

Obito's heart tripped in his ribcage, hammering fast and hard. Lips drifted across the nape of his neck, dry and soft, rubbing without actually kissing. Then they pressed, feather-soft against him, tongue flicking out.

Obito heard himself make a needy little sound, and then he was turning, sitting on the edge of the futon, letting Kakashi take his cane and set it aside. When the man faced front he kneeled, pulling off Obito's boots and sliding a hand up his calf, under his pants, to stroke the length of muscle and twisted scars.

"Kakashi," Obito murmured, and fell silent, not sure what else to say. The Copy Ninja didn't need him to say anything more, though; he rose and pulled off his sandals. Obito watched, fascinated, as Kakashi pulled off his Jounin vest, snaps coming free, and set it carefully to one side. Then his shirt, up over his head, black material stretching and sliding, exposing pale skin and scars of his own.

"You going to just watch me strip?" Kakashi asked, sounding amused.

Obito felt himself blush, but lifted his chin in a silent challenge. "Yeah."

Kakashi chuckled, deep in his chest. "All right." His hands slowed, long fingers stroking the waist band of his pants, playing with the button for a moment. He tugged at it and it slid softly through the hole, showing the lightest dusting of pale hair below his belly button. A slim index finger brushed the exposed skin, drifted upward, around the navel dip, then back down. Obito watched, dry-mouthed, as a finger and thumb tip grasped the zipper and tugged slowly down, following that dusting of pale hair until underwear cut off his view.

"Oh, gods, Kakashi, please," Obito whispered as the man slid out of his pants.

Kakashi grinned, a slash of white teeth, and stripped off the rest of his clothes before joining Obito in bed. Obito let Kakashi push him back, ran his fingers through soft hair before the man slid down, starting on the buttons of Obito's shirt. With every button that slipped free, Kakashi nibbled and tasted the exposed skin, spreading tendrils of heat through Obito. He could feel the man's erection brushing against his leg periodically, then gone when Kakashi slid down to start on his pants. Obito struggled out of his undone shirt, feeling lips at his navel, his pelvis. Strong hands held his hips, pulled them up a little, pinkies hooking under both pants and boxers and inching down his body. Mouth and lips followed, tongue hot on his flesh.

Free of his shirt, he laid back and breathed, anticipation tightening his gut. A tongue slid down his pelvis, breath hot on straight, black pubic hair, the scrape of material over his cock. He was nearly whimpering by the time Kakashi finally got far enough to flick his tongue over Obito's erection, and it was almost enough to make him orgasm. Obito gasped when Kakashi's mouth slid down his cock, tongue pressing against the underside, sucking until it felt hot and tight. Hands pulled his pants off as he panted and grabbed at Kakashi's hair, hands tightening into fists, and tugged the man's head down.

Kakashi went with it, letting Obito set the pace, though Obito was careful not to push too hard. His breath came faster, ragged. Kakashi pulled off, ignoring the pressure from Obito's hands at last, and slid up his body dragging tongue and kisses, skin over Obito's cock. Obito hissed.

"How much can you bend your legs?" Kakashi asked, pressing kisses into his neck, the sensitive spot under his ear, his jaw.

"The one is pretty normal. The other, uh, might cramp." It was hard to think with Kakashi DOING these things.

"Hm."

Obito would have asked what that meant, but then he felt a hand at his erection, stroking slowly between their bodies. It was replaced a moment later by Kakashi's cock, sliding smooth and hard along his. The man's hand slid lower as Kakashi pulled one of those ninja contortions Obito was beginning to love so much. Fingers rubbed his testicles, palming them briefly.

Obito groaned, thrusting up, using his good leg as leverage. Kakashi laughed, breath hot against his skin, and shifted again. All pressure was gone for a heartbreaking moment as Kakashi went for something, and then it was back in all the right places, lubricant making Kakashi's hand slick on his balls.

"Shift a little," Kakashi murmured, pressing against one of Obito's thighs, sliding down his body.

Obito did, letting the other man push his good leg up until he felt entirely exposed, even knowing he wasn't really.

"How much movement do you have here?" Kakashi asked, fingertips just grazing the skin at the back of Obito's knee. His bad knee.

"Not--not much," Obito admitted, trying to focus past the hand slowly jacking him off.

"Hmm."

He was going to ask what that meant when Kakashi distracted him, tongue hot and wet on the underside of his cock. He tightened all over, breathing deeply in an effort not to come right then. He recited ninja ordinances and the protocol for retrieval missions, solo missions, missions with teammates--fuck.

Kakashi nuzzled at the base of his dick, tongue peeking out to leave little flashes of heat on his skin. A finger shifted back from his testicles, rubbing over his hole, over and over until he stopped jumping, no longer surprised at the alien feeling of a touch there.

Then it pressed slowly in, stretching him just a little before pulling back out. He groaned when it happened again, deeper this time, and Kakashi only pulled partway out before thrusting it back in. The man's other hand was on his dick, stroking slowly in time, only barely too slow to trigger the impending orgasm.

Kakashi pulled out, slid two fingers in, stretching him further. He tried to shift a little, to make it more comfortable for both of them, but it tightened his muscles around Kakashi's fingers. He shuddered with the feeling even as he winced and had to relax again. Kakashi chuckled and licked the slit in his cock, sucked briefly on the head.

"We don't have to do this, but if you really want to it'll be easier if you're on your stomach," Kakashi said quietly. "Given your leg..."

Obito nodded, biting his lip, nerves fluttering. "Sure. Yeah. Sounds--" Kakashi pushed his fingers a little deeper, hitting that spot that spread heat and tension and diffuse goodness. "--good," Obito whispered.

Kakashi chuckled. "Roll over."

Obito lowered his good leg, shifting as he felt the futon dip and move. He straightened himself out on the bed a bit better, his head on the pillows, his hands on either side.

Kakashi grabbed a pillow and slid an arm under Obito's waist, lifting until he could slide the pillow under the man's hips. Obito blushed, feeling like a fool with his ass stuck up in the air. Feeling like a fool right until Kakashi settled between his legs, reaching down and under to stroke his cock. Then he just groaned.

Obito closed his eye, unable to see much more than the pillow, anyway. He felt hands, fingers spreading him, sliding into him while one hand kept stroking his balls, reaching under to brush over his dick.

At this angle, hitting the prostate was apparently easier. He cried out, letting the pillow muffle the sounds, the first time Kakashi rubbed it firmly.

Kakashi put open-mouthed kisses along his spine, two fingers thrusting slowly into him, stretching him and rubbing that bundle of nerves on every stroke. "Good?" he murmured.

"I--I--yeah--" Obito managed, hands curling into fists. Oh, gods, he'd never have believed that it could feel that way, with a tingly sort of buildup sliding through his body as something thrust slowly inside him.

Kakakshi pulled out, leaving Obito feeling weirdly empty, and then there were three fingers pushing slowly back in, stretching him farther.

"Gods, Obito, you're so damn tight," Kakashi said, the words almost a whimper. It made Obito shiver, trying to stay relaxed as the three fingers fucked him slowly.

He opened his eye and couldn't see anything except pillow. He closed it again, just focused on the feeling and made his near-blindness his choice. Kakashi hit his prostate again, pushing his fingers in deep, stretching Obito more. Obito could feel knuckles against his ass, and then fingertips stroked and he gasped, shuddering.

"Gods, Obito," Kakashi began, and stopped. Leaned in, and Obito could feel him against his back, tongue and teeth and lips at his spine, his neck. "How do you feel?" Kakashi asked, and his voice sounded different, strangled, hyper-controlled.

"It's--good--" Obito breathed, trying to remember HOW to breathe as Kakashi's fingers twisted slightly, setting off another cascade of sensation.

"I mean, should I keep stretching you? Or can you take more?" Fingers moved, emphasizing the words, sliding in and out of his body.

Obito shuddered. "More," he said, eye tightly closed, remembering to relax.

The fingers vanished entirely, and a moment later he felt the thick, blunt head of Kakashi's cock pushing at him. He tensed, relaxed, felt it slide big and heavy past the ring of muscle and into him, wider than the fingers and pressing deeper, harder.

He whimpered, felt Kakashi pause, lean into to kiss his neck. "All right?"

"Yeah," Obito whispered, insides shivering ever so slightly.

"Tell me if it's uncomfortable." Kakashi's words, his voice, his breath on the back of Obito's neck. Obito shuddered and nodded, unable to see anything except pillow as a heavy cock sank into him, stretching him.

His breath caught when Kakashi stopped, pulled out slightly only to push back in, a little deeper this time. Then again, fucking him slowly, going a bit farther in each time, stretching him a little more.

"Oh, gods, Obito, you're tight," Kakashi groaned, pressing farther in still, until Obito couldn't decide if it was perfect or bad, barely breathing, feeling pressed and invaded and filled and fucked in a way he really hadn't grasped before.

"Don't stop," he managed, and felt Kakashi shiver, felt it deep inside his body, strong hands grasping Obito's hips and pulling him up slightly. Obito cried out when Kakashi's cock slid into him completely, nudging sensitive nerves.

Kakashi pulled out, leaving Obito empty, then thrust slowly in again. Obito shuddered, reminding himself to relax as heat spread, sharpening when Kakashi hit that perfect spot again.

He opened his eyes, saw only the pillow. Turned his head the other way, his good eye up, but his tunneled vision didn't show him what he wanted--Kakashi.

He groaned, unsure if his heart was picking up speed because it felt good--gods, it did--or because anxiety was twisting in his stomach. A person was fucking him. He told himself it was Kakashi but he couldn't *see* the man. Had no way of knowing, the darkness hiding everything except the pillow right in front of him.

It was dark only because it was night, and his vision was limited. He repeated that, trying to fight back claustrophobia.

A cock slid into him again, a body heavy over his, pinning him down. Suddenly, Obito was very aware that he couldn't fight like this, that his leg was too weak and he had no escape--

"Kakashi," he said, his voice strangled, needing to see the other man just briefly, unable to do it himself.

A hand reached down, fingers twining with Obito's in front of his eye. Just that was enough to stave off panic. He focused on the hand, on his fingers interlocking with Kakashi's, on the little scars of the other man he'd come to know so well. The scent of him, the heat, the way he moved. Kakashi thrust in, faster this time, sliding into him, stretching him. Deeper than before, body leaning over his, long and heavy and then he could see wisps of silver hair, the edge of a face, feel Kakashi's chest against his back.

"Okay?" Kakashi asked, and Obito felt the man nuzzle his shoulder.

The panic receded. Not in a cell, no matter how dark it was. Pale hand tangled with his, holding and supporting, body against him, cock deep inside.

"Yeah," Obito breathed, and felt Kakashi shift, fucking a little faster, short, sharp thrusts that hit his prostate gland every time.

Obito stared hard at their hands, letting the sensation wash over him, feeling the rub of the pillow against his cock, a sharp sort of goodness focused into dual points on his dick and deep inside, even the length of Kakashi inside him and over him adding to it. Hips thrust, cock stretching him, making him gasp and shudder, pushing into him. When the orgasm hit it was fast, washing over him and dragging him under, semen spilling out against his skin, trapped by the pillow. He groaned, quivering, tense, feeling Kakashi's dick even more as those muscles tightened around it, pulsing.

Kakashi thrust twice more, dragging over tightened, shuddering flesh and froze, his fingers gripping almost painfully on Obito's hand. Obito closed his eyes, shivering with the sudden knowledge that Kakashi'd just come inside him.

They lay there for a long while, until they'd both gone soft and Kakashi pulled slowly out. Obito caught his breath, trembling at the new spill of sensation on over-sensitive skin, then blinked sleepily as the other man flopped over into his line of sight.

"All right?" Kakashi asked, giving him a soft smile.

Obito grinned and nodded. "That was way better than I thought."

Kakashi chuckled, reaching out with a hand to sweep Obito's hair out of his face. "Good."

"Oh, yeah, really good." Obito sighed, letting his eyes fall closed. "Would you move that pillow?" He felt Kakashi grab the pillow beneath his hips and tug, and he dropped down into a more comfortable position. "Thanks.

"Mm hm."

A hand settled on his spine. He took a deep breath and exhaled, happy and sated.

Everything was perfect.

**

"There's good news and there's bad news," the doctor said, pulling a chair into Obito's line of sight and settling down, a clipboard across his knees. "What do you want to hear first?"

Obito fussed with his cuticles, then dropped his hands. He shifted in the hard plastic chair, glancing swiftly around the little hospital room. There was an examination table in one corner; he'd already done his time on it, as they checked his leg and his eye. It hadn't been this doctor doing it. The other doctor had frowned and left.

Not a good sign.

"The good news," Obito said finally, gaze scratching across rows of blandly colored cupboards before landing on the new doctor. An older man, with gray streaking his hair, and scars running down his neck and under his shirt.

"The good news is that your chakra pathways are much stronger than we thought they'd become. You've done well, Obito-san. I expect that you could use them for some of the simpler jutsus without doing damage to yourself, and they should no longer impair any new healing you might need. Be sure you get a mentor before you try anything, though. I know it might be tempting to just do it, since you have the Sharingan and you can see how it's done, but like any sort of physical activity you need to continue to strengthen your pathways slowly."

Obito nodded obediently. He didn't know what he would do with jutsus, but it was a nice thought. "And… the bad news?" he asked, nervous.

The doctor looked down at his clipboard. Obito's heart sank; that was never a good sign. "The chakra points in your eye are getting worse. Burning out."

"What's that mean?" Obito said, stressing the last word.

The doctor looked at him, and Obito bristled at the pity he saw there. "You're going blind, and there's nothing we can do. If you were to stop using the Sharingan completely now, it might slow the degeneration."

"Might?" Obito echoed, feeling a little sick and wondering if this was his fault. How often had his physical therapist told him to use the Sharingan less?

"It'll slow it by half. You'll have…" he shook his head. "A month? Maybe two. Instead of… well, as little as a few weeks."

Obito shuddered. "When it does," he said quietly, looking at his feet, "will I be able to see chakra?"

"We don't know. Probably. Most Uchiha from before were very careful, and didn't go blind. Those that did often didn't survive it. Our doctors from that time, those that weren't Uchiha themselves--and as a clan, they were fairly closed mouthed about their limit--don't remember much, or are dead. I'm sorry."

Obito flinched, talk of going blind only made worse by the constant use of the past tense, driving home another painful fact: he had no clan.

"All right," Obito said softly, nodding and beginning to stand.

"Obito-san… there's more."

He sat heavily, wishing he'd taken Kakashi up on his offer to tag along. "What?" It was sharper than he'd meant. He grimaced.

"Your leg is about as good as it's ever going to be. There's an experimental surgery we could try…"

Obito looked up, finding the man's face. "But?"

The doctor acted like he hadn't spoken. "There's a 25% chance that it would help you regain a little more use of your leg."

"How little?" Obito asked, grown weary with the constant fight to get better.

"You'd be able to walk short distances without a cane."

He winced. "And the downside?"

"There's a 10% chance that it would make things worse."

"How much worse?" he asked warily.

The doctor hesitated. "Crippled."

Obito shook his head sharply. "No, thanks. Walking short distances isn't worth that trade-off." To be blind *and* crippled… it was too much. "Is that all?"

"Yes. I'm sorry I didn't have better news."

Obito shrugged, feeling defeated, and struggled to his feet. His shoulder protested as he leaned on his cane; he ignored it.

He took breaks on the way back to his bar. He'd learned how to do so without looking like he was, getting to and from most places he liked to go. Here there was a bookstore with a couch inside; he could pull a book off a shelf and sit, reading bits and pieces while he rested. There was a park, and he could stop and watch the birds from the bench. On that corner a café where he could stop and get tea, and here a shop owner who was a new friend he could visit with.

He used all of his stops, too tired to push on to the next break like he normally did.

He was sitting at the café, limited vision focused on his cup of tea, when a familiar female voice said, "Hey there, Tetchy. Why the frown?"

A chair scraped back, giving him a further clue as to Kurenai's location before he found her. Another chair scraping startled him into letting the Sharingan spiral up, and he saw chakra sweep into a recognizable form just to one side.

"Hey, Kurenai, Ibiki," he said, glancing at them both before looking back down at his cup. He shut the Sharingan off, saw green porcelain again, and wondered how long it would be before he wouldn't be able to see that anymore. "Long day."

"Bad night?" Ibiki asked, voice rumbling across the distance.

"Bad news," Obito answered with a brief smile in the man's direction, not lifting his eyes far enough to see him. When the silence stretched, pregnant with expectation, Obito finally continued. "The doctors say they can't do much more for my leg, and I'm going blind. Soon."

To survive for so many years, only to fall apart after being saved…

Gentle fingers rested on the back of his scarred, three-fingered hand. The two other ninja kept waiting.

Eventually, the silence was too much. He started talking, telling them everything in little stops and starts, until finally all of what the doctor had told him was out--good and bad.

"Well," Ibiki said, his voice a slow drawl, "I could teach you jutsu. Unless you'd rather Kakashi do it…?"

Obito looked over at him, frowning. "All that, and that's what you say?" The fact that he could learn basic jutsu fell low on the list of, well, everything as far as he was concerned.

Ibiki quirked a smile; they always looked wry on him, almost sarcastic, even when he didn't feel that way. The scars twisted it. "I can't do anything about the rest of it. I can help with that. There might even be a few techniques that could help you sense things when you can't see them."

"Isn't there a sonar jutsu?" Kurenai asked quickly, as if just remembering. "Used to check the other side of a wall? If there was no wall, would it be easy enough to use?"

"It might," Ibiki said slowly.

Obito's gaze flashed from one to the other, never really seeing either; by the time he found one, the second was speaking.

"What do you think, Obito? Like to try that?" Ibiki asked, and the table fell silent.

Obito found the man's gaze with his own. "I--yeah," he said, surprised to realize he *really* wanted to try. He smiled tentatively, discovering it fit on his face. "Thanks, Ibiki."

Ibiki smiled back. "No problem."

**

Kakashi woke. Obito was thrashing. He shifted, pulling himself into a position so he could keep from getting beaten, then reached out to wake the other man.

"Obito," Kakashi said softly, catching a flailing wrist. "Wake up."

He woke, still in the grip of nightmare, single eye spinning red and black with the Sharingan. "Get off--get off--"

Kakashi reached around, flipped on the light, watched his lover wince and withdraw. Still shaking, awareness refusing to come. That wasn't good. Bad nightmare, then.

He scooped Obito up and fled out the window, shifting his grip easily when the small man fought. Chakra stuck him to the side of the building easier than finding handholds. He got to the roof and let Obito go, watching the man closely as he scrambled away.

Then the night air, cool with the promise of winter, hit him. Fresh air, carrying the smells of the village both good and bad, carrying the forest scents and, farther, the taste of water.

Kakashi watched Obito's gaze clear, his muscles slowly relaxing. He rubbed a fist over his eye and looked at Kakashi. "Hey." His voice was rough; as rough as when Kakashi had first found him in that dark little cell.

"Hey." Kakashi moved closer, wrapping a cautious arm around the man's narrow shoulders. "All right?"

Obito was quiet for a long time. "Better," he said finally. Kakashi felt the last of the tension drain away, and then Obito leaned into his side, silky black hair drifting over his shoulder. "My counselor said the nightmares would probably stick around for a long time," he said quietly.

"Hm. But they're getting less frequent," Kakashi pointed out, leaning his temple on Obito's head.

There was quiet for a long while, resting between them. "Yeah," Obito said finally, sounding a little surprised. "They are." He moved, pulling away to twist and look up at Kakashi. Kakashi leaned a bit, making it easier. "You know, Ibiki offered to help me improve my chakra control. The doctor thinks I could maybe learn some basic jutsu."

Kakashi smiled, because Obito seemed to expect it. "Good."

"It's just… a few months ago, I could barely function, and now…" he smiled. "I'm getting better, aren't I?"

Kakashi nodded slowly.

Obito leaned over again, letting his slight weight rest against Kakashi's side. "I kind of thought it would happen faster. That one day I'd wake up and I'd be fine. Everything would be perfect. I'd be walking, and it wouldn't--it wouldn't hurt to think about my family, and I would see just fine and everything would be right… But these things don't happen that way, do they? I'm going blind, and I can't walk, and my whole family's dead."

Kakashi held the silence when Obito fell quiet, just waiting. He wasn't sure what to say.

"I have bad days, and nightmares, and… good friends and a business I love and… and you…"

Kakashi rubbed Obito's arm, tightening his grip.

"And… things are really, really good. Even in the middle of nightmares and my life being messed up."

Kakashi laughed softly, turned to bury his nose in Obito's hair and breathe deeply. "Good," he murmured, and placed a kiss just there.

"Yeah," Obito sighed. "Good."

**********

Note: I have extremely limited internet access until Tuesday, so responses will continue to be nonexistent--but I still appreciate the comments. *grins* Thank you!

J