An AU of maf because I'm thirsty as fuck

[comradeship]

[ Obito had meant it when he had told Noiz that he didn't believe in abandoning his friends. But for the kid's own good, he's avoided him for the most part over the course of the past week, hoping to divert the attention of the other version of himself so that he'd eventually lose interest. Not that he knew just how interested he was. After all, wasn't he just trying to find leverage to use against them all?

What his impression boils down to is that they're still the same person, with the same capabilities and powers. Sasuke made the point that the other one was stronger, motivated by a singular focus that he wouldn't have any chance to match.

If he were younger, he would have insisted that he was just as strong, but through his experiences, all those times he watched his comrades get killed before his very sight, he understands that it's better to be careful and calculated. He isn't naive anymore. A ninja can't rush headfirst into something with no knowledge of the other person. All he can be sure of is that he won't be caught off-guard, and he's going to take the appropriate measures to ensure everyone else around him is safe.

He hasn't abandoned Noiz. They don't know each other too well, but he has an obligation to protect him. He unwittingly dragged him into this mess just because he was an impulsive idiot who got too caught up in the heat of the moment. He's gotten to care about him, beyond that, so he won't let his past mistake lead to a situation where he could possibly get seriously hurt or traumatized.

He's perched outside the window of his apartment, just above the rusted awning hanging over the shopfront below. Nothing out of the ordinary has happened since he came to sit watch, so he stays to just listen to the muffled, shrill noise of a drill being used past the curtained glass of the window. It goes quiet for a while after, so maybe Noiz has turned in for the night. ]

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[ Ugh, caught. He just turns his head, the side where his face is obscured by fabric, sheepish. ]

No, dammit. I wasn't planning on avoiding you forever! Just... until I figured out something.

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[A low sigh escapes him, looking away. His hands shifting to settle in his own pockets. 'Just until I figured out something.']

Right.

Haa... you're such an annoying guy.

So, are you going to disappear again, now?

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[ He pauses, like he's considering. ]

That guy... Did he look exactly like me?

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[He takes a step forward, fingers moving to grip the edge of Obito's vest. His expression hard to read.]

Maa, who knows.

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[ It may be hard to read, but his vague answer is actually telling enough on its own.

He doesn't move to stop him from gripping his vest. He's lingering purposefully. ]

Was it weird for you? [ They're completely different, he imagines... A version of himself motivated by hate would have to be. And that guy offered to put Noiz under an illusion of all things.

What would it be. He's been racking his head over it over the duration of the week. ]

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In a way.

[While he spoke very little--sometimes there was enough inflection in his sentences to give a much larger story than blabbering would get across. The way his eyes dart to to Obito's mouth, then back to his eye, a frown moving across his face.]

I could tell it wasn't you. Right away.

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Could you? [ His voice is soft and his smile is sympathetic. But then. ]

But what if... he tried to pose as me. [ His eye comically widens like he just realized this. He slaps both of his hands against his cheeks in pseudo-horror. ]

1/2

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....


[He reaches a hand up to Obito's face...]

2/2

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[And pinches part of his unscarred face, as hard as he can.]

You're an idiot.

Have a little more faith in me than that.

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Oww! [ ITTAI! He quickly tries to bat his hand away after it starts hurting too much, rubbing at the reddening part of his face afterwards. ]

Seriously! I could be him! And you just let me in like that, kissing me...

And grabbing my dick! [ He glares at him accusingly. ]

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No. I don't think so.

Because if he were here...

You'd be here, fighting with him already.

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[ Obito is just... worried, okay? He might be overestimating other Obito's investment in this. ]

... Aah, you're so ... [ He can't think of a word to accurately describe him. Or how he feels. He just turns a little red. ]

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[His head tilts up, fingers grabbing the bottom of Obito's chin again--near where he'd pinched him previously.

His lips brushing against the scar on his bottom lip.]

So?

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[ He doesn't give him an answer. Just reciprocates the gesture by catching his lips in a more sure, firm kiss.

His lips are soft, full. The rough texture of the scarring on his lip drags against Noiz' skin as he presses closer and rolls their mouths against one another in a fluid, practiced motion. He tries to break the kiss off into a series of smaller, chaste smooches, eliciting soft a soft smack every time their lips part. ]

[bunnyblock]

[Well, if that's how he's going to respond, Noiz doesn't need an answer.

He tips his head up a little--a solid attempt to try to avoid stabbing Obito with his snakebites as their mouths fit together, kissing him back as the hand on the others' vest slides around to grip his hip, pulling him in.]

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[ Mumbling against his lips, ] Annoying.

[ AND SEXY. ]

Noiz... [ His fingers reach for his jaw, applying minimal pressure in an effort to coax him to open his mouth. He licks a path between his lips, idly toying with the piercing with the tip of his tongue. ]

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Not one to talk.

[A low mumble against his lips, opening his mouth form him when he's prompted, letting out a low sigh as Obito finally moves to kiss him back, dragging his tongue along the ninja's own.

Without another word, he gives him a tug with that hand on his hip, leading him away from the window.]

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[ He leans forward like he's chasing after him, but instead he's being guided further along and he isn't rewarded with an immediate kiss.

He makes a gruff, low noise of complaint but follows. ]

I didn't - I didn't come here for this. [ Like he's trying to convince himself more than Noiz. ]

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[He'll reward him for following by letting their lips touch again, dragging his tongue under the others' lip before he replies.]

Aa, I know that.

[His other hand twists into the material of his sleeve.]

Indulge me.

No illusions this time.

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[ He eagerly slots their mouths together when he returns, receptive to the languid stroke of his tongue against his lower lip. The part where his scarring begins has little feeling, numb to touch.

Arousal starts to churn in his lower abdomen, tugging at the base of his cock. He can feel himself twitch beneath the heavy fabric of his pants. ]

But what about you -- [ A gloved hand moves over the base of his neck, threading short threads of hair through the gaps of his fingers. ]

Hold still. [ He tugs lightly at his hair, forcing his head back to reveal the slender column of his neck. He dips down, dragging teeth over flesh. Chakra courses through his body, dragging Noiz closer to him through the magnetic pulse of it. It's incredibly hot, almost electrifying to the touch, but Noiz won't feel it. Not until Obito pushes the energy through his skin, and lets it work through muscles and sinew. It restores sensation, remnants of the flow of chakra licking at his broken nerves. ]

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[He's about to comment that he can 'feel enough', but it seems like he doesn't have to. Not when those gloved fingers draw past the piercings at the base of his neck, gripping his hair in that odd, pressurized sensation.

He can't really feel it, but having his hair pulled on is almost enjoyable, as is the harder pressure at his neck when Obito's teeth brush over the front of it.
And then it's almost electric, the way sensation pours into his body. Like hot water being poured over ice, he can feel it crackling down his spine and it rewards the other with a sharp, aroused gasp.

The hand on the others' hip re-adjusts its grip as feeling creeps into his fingers, his eyes squeezing shut. He's not used to feeling, so it's far more intense when he's suddenly aware that every cell in his body has life. His eyes open, and he gives Obito a very heated, almost intoxicated look.

His hands give him another pull--this time, very obviously towards his bed.]

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[ He doesn't resist, but he does make an undignified noise of surprise at the sudden yank forcing him to break concentration. He laughs, though and lurches to be the first to shove the other body down against the bed, crawling half-on-top of him. ]

You okay? Tell me if it's too much.

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[He remembers how long it lasted last time--that is, to say, not long at all. So there wasn't any wish in his mind to let the other escape now before the feeling faded. As his back hits the bed, the hand on the others' sleeve moves up, nails dragging along the side of the others' neck as it trails a path up to the short hairs against the base of his skull.]

I'm fine. [Better than fine, by the actual inflection in his voice this time, not just the same witless murmur.] I'm not letting you run away this time.

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[ He lets out an appreciative noise at the touch, feeling sensation more on the left side of his scalp than the right. He bows his head, shoulders hunched and squared as he looms over the more lithe frame beneath him. His hips settle to press against Noiz', nudging his thighs apart to make space for him to lean the weight of himself on top of him. ]

Don't be a brat. [ Taking his hand, the one not toying with the hairs at the back of his head, he raises his arm and pins his wrist. His grasp isn't rough, but his fingers are tight, applying pressure so he can feel.

He drops low, rolling his hips to encourage him to move and writhe underneath him as he tries to mouth at the underside of his jaw. ]

[bunnyblock]

[A nudge is all he needs in order to adjust himself on the spacious bed for him, a leg shifting to move over Obito's left hip, letting his heel drag a little against the small of his back as he pulls him in.

Even the slight sensation, the feeling of touch sets his skin on fire, and he can already feel his cock stiffening as the other rolls against him. The weight of another body and the feeling of someone else's hands on him are enough to drive him mad. The hand trapped by Obito's own curls in a little, fingernails pressing against his own palm as he tips his head up, opening his neck up to him.

His own hips lift to meet the ninja's own, the heel of his foot pressing against the others' back to encourage him on.]

--It's hot. [An idle comment, murmured breathily--he doesn't remember it being quite so warm. But this isn't a complaint, that much is clear by how strained his voice is.]