he's slow to take off his gloves (he always is) , watches the dark material reveal the criss - crossed texture of flesh that had tried to mold back together (against his will). 'it's ugly' is a thought that rarely crosses his mind / but now it's there and he shakes his head like scaring off a fly (equally disgusting) and places the scars against obito's left cheek , the uneven textures blending into one : and before he can stop himself , the cracked textures of their lips melt into one , too ♡ ♡
✦ うちは / he’s long since abandoned self - love , ignoring his mangled & scarred body in favor of the D R E A M . he’d let himself drown , let himself be swallowed by waves of delusion & sink / sink / sink ! but now , he’s crested the waves . the sun had REACHED with both hands into the dark & dragged him out , kicking & screaming & put him before his own insanity . obito thinks he adores naruto , in whatever way he can . ( there are also days he hates naruto , for letting him live , for bringing clarity to his life . ) obito has destroyed so much , his mismatched hands have strangled the life & happiness from more than he could possibly count . he’d thought he’d been doing good work , bringing a false reality to its knees . BUT IT HAD BEEN A LIE . everything he’d believed had been silk - screen falsities , a woven tale for him to latch onto & build up . used , like the idiot he’d always been .
he doesn’t seek redemption , doesn’t seek happiness or forgiveness . exhaustion weighs his bleached bones , nightmares plague his days . but still , he’s made to live , until each day is lighter . ( he’s still waiting for it waiting for his breath to come back , waiting for the crushing weight of thousands to ease itself off his chest . ) & everywhere he goes , there’s his shadow . kakashi . side by side . obito thinks he loves kakashi , in some manner . he soaks in their combined guilt & wants to press bruises into kakashi’s skin . mismatched eyes rove over his own mismatched body & that’s when it h i t s . he is ugly . a monster of someone else’s design . his body makes him sick he cannot fathom kakashi’s desire .
hilariously , kakashi obviously feels the same about himself . but obito doesn’t see the scars upon pale skin . he hears that stupid , familiar voice & feels desire in his gut . traitorous heart beats out of his chest when he feels the heat of the other man’s body next to his own . ( IT’S DISGUSTING . ) he thinks he wants to tear kakashi apart . wants to touch every inch of flesh & carve his name there . HEATED DESIRE / control is what is strives for , especially after being under the thumb of another for so long . but it wouldn’t be so bad , he thinks , if kakashi pressed him down & ripped him open / DEVOURING , marking flesh with the imprint of sharp teeth .
you’re no good for me / we’re no good for each other / i’m no good for you . it whirls around in his head until he’s dizzy , & in the end he realizes they’re PERFECT for each other . no one else could ever love me , he thinks , letting kakashi touch him , kiss him , lick his way into his mouth . no one else would ever touch me . heart in his throat / ruddy flush on marred cheeks there remains , in his cracked chest , the truth . ( he does’t WANT anyone else but kakashi , to touch , to hold , to kiss , to lie with . )
✦ for @fernwehig ! / * & i almost wrote fluff lmao
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