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hikoloveTitle: Who wants to be Hokage Anyway
30 Kisses Prompt #7: Superstar
Pairing: Obito/Kakashi
Rating: PG (humor)
Summary: Obito and Kakashi get invited to the Third Hokage’s office. They arrive early, and Obito decides that mischief is in order. Kakashi willingly goes along with it.
“We’re early,” Obito said, leaning against the giant desk. “Sarutobi isn’t even here. He’s probably in some sort of meeting, anyway.”
Kakashi rolled his eyes, and walked over to one of the windows in the Hokage’s office. “I’d rather be early then late,” Kakashi said. “And I told you that he wanted to see us two hours before he really wanted us, because I knew you’d run late. I must have miscalculated your lateness.”
“Oh, don’t get started,” Obito said. “You’re just as bad as I am. And half the time, you’re the reason I’m late.” He saw a slight hint of color rise on Kakashi’s face, and he knew he’d won a small battle. “Anyway, did he have to ask to see us here? I hate this place. If I don’t feel like I’m about to get scolded by the village and clan elders for having a fight with you, I’m busy mourning sensei. Sarutobi should have met us elsewhere.”
Kakashi looked over at Obito, and offered him a smile. “You know I feel the same. You should look out the window with me. The view’s nice and distracting.”
Obito walked over to his friend, and looked out of the window, at the village below. People ran around down below, going about their daily business, and Obito slowly got over his unease at being in the Hokage’s office.
“Man, this is dull,” Obito said. “You know, we have an hour—”
“Don’t start,” Kakashi said, glancing at Obito out of the corner of his good eye. “We’ll get caught.”
“Aww, come on,” Obito said, tugging at Kakashi’s arm. “We can pretend that you’re Hokage, and I’m your very willing manservant.” Kakashi just stared at him, coolly, and Obito laughed.
“Oh come on! Everyone knows that when Sarutobi retires again, he’ll probably ask you, Mr. Famous One Eyed Wonder of Konoha.” Obito smiled, and patted his friend’s arm. “Maybe that’s why he asked you here today. To tell you that he wants to make you the Fifth Hokage. It makes sense, you know. You studied under the Fourth, your father is a legend, and you’re just as feared as either of them ever were. And you’ve got a sharp mind and cool battlefield disposition. You’re top choice.”
“You’re just trying to get me to consent to ravish you on the desk, aren’t you?”
Obito cringed. “Not . . .entirely,” he said. Lifting his hand, he turned Kakashi’s face towards him, and pulled down his mask. “Come on, Kakashi. You know you want to. We’ve got plenty of time. You even said we were early on purpose. Why else would you have done that?”
“Like I said, I told you an earlier time because you’re always late,” Kakashi said, gritting his teeth. “You’re such an asshole.”
“But I know what makes you tick.” Obito leaned in, and kissed Kakashi. Tugging on Kakashi’s sleeves, he pulled the man towards the desk, grinning at him through narrowed eyes. Kakashi sighed, unable to think of a reason to dissuade Obito, and allowed himself to be dragged to his doom.
“Dammit, Obito,” he said. “You’re such a dick.”
Obito laughed and pushed the chair away from the desk, and jumped up on it, sitting. “You like it,” he said. “If you didn’t, you’d have punched me in the balls a long time ago.”
“I could do it now,” Kakashi grumbled. Obito lifted his chin and looked into Kakashi’s eye and smiled. He tried to glare, but the look on Obito’s face made it hard.
“But you won’t,” Obito said, putting his arms around Kakashi’s neck. “You won’t because you love me.”
“Lies,” Kakashi said, smiling and tilting his head up to kiss Obito. “I don’t love you at all.” Obito’s chuckle was cut short as their lips met. Obito hooked his legs loosely around Kakashi’s waist, holding him tight against his body as they kissed. Long and slow, Obito felt Kakashi’s hand squeeze his thigh.
Lost in each other’s embrace, neither of them heard the door open, or the shocked gasp that accompanied it. As Kakashi’s hands fumbled with Obito’s belt and Obito nibbled his lover’s ear, a loud voice froze them were they were.
“Get the hell off of my desk, you idiots.”
***
Obito was still beat red when the Third Hokage reentered the room after allowing them to get redressed. Obito thanked whatever gods were listening that it hadn’t gotten too far, and then felt sick with fear at the amount of trouble he and Kakashi were in.
“At least we aren’t in trouble because we were fighting,” Kakashi had muttered.
“He’s just pacing there, behind his desk,” Obito whispered back.
“Do you think he’s going to want to sit at it right now?” Kakashi hissed. Obito’s face turned a deeper shade of red.
“While you aren’t the first two to find the appeal in having sex on this desk, and probably not the last, it is still not your desk.” The Third Hokage turned and looked at Obito and Kakashi, he face mostly unreadable. “Unless you want it to be.”
“I told you he wants you to be Hokage,” Obito said. Kakashi rolled his eyes.
“Not quite yet,” Sarutobi said. “Though he is one of my considerations for the post.”
“It would be an honor, Hokage-sama,” Kakashi said, with a short bow. “But I don’t think that I deserve it.”
“Of course you don’t. If you thought that, you probably wouldn’t be good enough,” he replied. “But that’s not why I wanted to see you two.”
“Whatever it was, I didn’t do it,” Obito said. Kakashi sighed, and rolled his eyes. Looking at the Hokage, he could tell that the older man felt the same way that he did about Obito.
“Of course not,” he said. “But as you both may be aware, Namikaze Minato’s son is probably going to graduate from the academy this year. I’d like one of you to lead his team.”
“I’d be honored, Hokage-sama,” Obito said. “As long as he can pass that test with his teammates.”
It took the old man a few moments to figure out what Obito meant by that before he broke into a grin. “Hoho, well, I can’t say that I disagree with that. Good. That was all. You’re both dismissed.” Saruobi waved his hand at the men, and they turned to leave.
“Oh, wait.” Obito and Kakashi paused just as they’d reached the door, and turned to face the Hokage.
“Yes, sir?” Kakashi asked.
“The next time you two fools want to use this desk, make sure one of you is wearing the hat.” Obito blanched as the old man sighed, shaking his head.
“You idiot,” he said. “I mean wait until one of you is Hokage. And I assure you, Uchiha, it won’t be you.”
30 Kisses Prompt #7: Superstar
Pairing: Obito/Kakashi
Rating: PG (humor)
Summary: Obito and Kakashi get invited to the Third Hokage’s office. They arrive early, and Obito decides that mischief is in order. Kakashi willingly goes along with it.
“We’re early,” Obito said, leaning against the giant desk. “Sarutobi isn’t even here. He’s probably in some sort of meeting, anyway.”
Kakashi rolled his eyes, and walked over to one of the windows in the Hokage’s office. “I’d rather be early then late,” Kakashi said. “And I told you that he wanted to see us two hours before he really wanted us, because I knew you’d run late. I must have miscalculated your lateness.”
“Oh, don’t get started,” Obito said. “You’re just as bad as I am. And half the time, you’re the reason I’m late.” He saw a slight hint of color rise on Kakashi’s face, and he knew he’d won a small battle. “Anyway, did he have to ask to see us here? I hate this place. If I don’t feel like I’m about to get scolded by the village and clan elders for having a fight with you, I’m busy mourning sensei. Sarutobi should have met us elsewhere.”
Kakashi looked over at Obito, and offered him a smile. “You know I feel the same. You should look out the window with me. The view’s nice and distracting.”
Obito walked over to his friend, and looked out of the window, at the village below. People ran around down below, going about their daily business, and Obito slowly got over his unease at being in the Hokage’s office.
“Man, this is dull,” Obito said. “You know, we have an hour—”
“Don’t start,” Kakashi said, glancing at Obito out of the corner of his good eye. “We’ll get caught.”
“Aww, come on,” Obito said, tugging at Kakashi’s arm. “We can pretend that you’re Hokage, and I’m your very willing manservant.” Kakashi just stared at him, coolly, and Obito laughed.
“Oh come on! Everyone knows that when Sarutobi retires again, he’ll probably ask you, Mr. Famous One Eyed Wonder of Konoha.” Obito smiled, and patted his friend’s arm. “Maybe that’s why he asked you here today. To tell you that he wants to make you the Fifth Hokage. It makes sense, you know. You studied under the Fourth, your father is a legend, and you’re just as feared as either of them ever were. And you’ve got a sharp mind and cool battlefield disposition. You’re top choice.”
“You’re just trying to get me to consent to ravish you on the desk, aren’t you?”
Obito cringed. “Not . . .entirely,” he said. Lifting his hand, he turned Kakashi’s face towards him, and pulled down his mask. “Come on, Kakashi. You know you want to. We’ve got plenty of time. You even said we were early on purpose. Why else would you have done that?”
“Like I said, I told you an earlier time because you’re always late,” Kakashi said, gritting his teeth. “You’re such an asshole.”
“But I know what makes you tick.” Obito leaned in, and kissed Kakashi. Tugging on Kakashi’s sleeves, he pulled the man towards the desk, grinning at him through narrowed eyes. Kakashi sighed, unable to think of a reason to dissuade Obito, and allowed himself to be dragged to his doom.
“Dammit, Obito,” he said. “You’re such a dick.”
Obito laughed and pushed the chair away from the desk, and jumped up on it, sitting. “You like it,” he said. “If you didn’t, you’d have punched me in the balls a long time ago.”
“I could do it now,” Kakashi grumbled. Obito lifted his chin and looked into Kakashi’s eye and smiled. He tried to glare, but the look on Obito’s face made it hard.
“But you won’t,” Obito said, putting his arms around Kakashi’s neck. “You won’t because you love me.”
“Lies,” Kakashi said, smiling and tilting his head up to kiss Obito. “I don’t love you at all.” Obito’s chuckle was cut short as their lips met. Obito hooked his legs loosely around Kakashi’s waist, holding him tight against his body as they kissed. Long and slow, Obito felt Kakashi’s hand squeeze his thigh.
Lost in each other’s embrace, neither of them heard the door open, or the shocked gasp that accompanied it. As Kakashi’s hands fumbled with Obito’s belt and Obito nibbled his lover’s ear, a loud voice froze them were they were.
“Get the hell off of my desk, you idiots.”
***
Obito was still beat red when the Third Hokage reentered the room after allowing them to get redressed. Obito thanked whatever gods were listening that it hadn’t gotten too far, and then felt sick with fear at the amount of trouble he and Kakashi were in.
“At least we aren’t in trouble because we were fighting,” Kakashi had muttered.
“He’s just pacing there, behind his desk,” Obito whispered back.
“Do you think he’s going to want to sit at it right now?” Kakashi hissed. Obito’s face turned a deeper shade of red.
“While you aren’t the first two to find the appeal in having sex on this desk, and probably not the last, it is still not your desk.” The Third Hokage turned and looked at Obito and Kakashi, he face mostly unreadable. “Unless you want it to be.”
“I told you he wants you to be Hokage,” Obito said. Kakashi rolled his eyes.
“Not quite yet,” Sarutobi said. “Though he is one of my considerations for the post.”
“It would be an honor, Hokage-sama,” Kakashi said, with a short bow. “But I don’t think that I deserve it.”
“Of course you don’t. If you thought that, you probably wouldn’t be good enough,” he replied. “But that’s not why I wanted to see you two.”
“Whatever it was, I didn’t do it,” Obito said. Kakashi sighed, and rolled his eyes. Looking at the Hokage, he could tell that the older man felt the same way that he did about Obito.
“Of course not,” he said. “But as you both may be aware, Namikaze Minato’s son is probably going to graduate from the academy this year. I’d like one of you to lead his team.”
“I’d be honored, Hokage-sama,” Obito said. “As long as he can pass that test with his teammates.”
It took the old man a few moments to figure out what Obito meant by that before he broke into a grin. “Hoho, well, I can’t say that I disagree with that. Good. That was all. You’re both dismissed.” Saruobi waved his hand at the men, and they turned to leave.
“Oh, wait.” Obito and Kakashi paused just as they’d reached the door, and turned to face the Hokage.
“Yes, sir?” Kakashi asked.
“The next time you two fools want to use this desk, make sure one of you is wearing the hat.” Obito blanched as the old man sighed, shaking his head.
“You idiot,” he said. “I mean wait until one of you is Hokage. And I assure you, Uchiha, it won’t be you.”