Uchiha Chaos: The Final Act

Pain and Pleasure

A/N: TRIGGER WARNING!
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With the holidays coming, you may have to wait a bit for the next chapter. But here's something... interesting before then. 😘❤️

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When the doorbell rang, Obito groaned. The clock read a time that made him want to throw it. Someone waking him up at two in the morning was never good. Assuming it was one of his cousins, he moved to stand. Pulling on a pair of pajama pants, he stumbled to the door.

Without looking at the screen for the security footage, Obito yanked the door open. "What- Y/n?" He was suddenly wide awake.

Spinning around, Y/n blinked as she looked at her husband. His perfect body. His sleepy face. Mused hair. Uncertainty filled her being as she stood there. She felt nervous as she thought of the words to say. There was no easy way to do this. No good way to do this. But she finally worked up the nerve to do it.

"I wanted to talk to you," Y/n's words made Obito wonder. Was this a good conversation? Or a bad one?

Silently, Obito stepped aside. Y/n entered the penthouse with a feeling of deja vu. Mix that with a sense of unease and fear, Y/n wasn't sure if she should stay.

As Obito followed his wife, his mind wondered. Sure, he wanted to know why she was there. That didn't change the fact that he missed her. He wanted to hold her. He longed to feel her body pressed against his. Clothed and naked. He wanted to feel her lips as she kissed him. He wanted to smell her intoxicating scent before he lapped at her folds.

Was that all she was to him? Was that what their relationship was based on? Sex. There had to be more to them. More to her. More to him. But what was it?

Neither of them knew.

But, as Y/n turned around, Obito knew. Not what held them together in the past. Not what will hold them together in the future. Obito knew what Y/n needed to be held together then. What they needed.

Y/n sat her keys on the kitchen island while Obito stalked closer. He ran a hand through his hair as he thought about what to say. What to do. He wanted more than tonight. He wanted tomorrow. He wanted forever. Why was that so hard to admit? Because he knew Y/n woudln't promise him that. Not right now.

As Obito stopped before Y/n, he dropped his hand from his hair. "Why are you here, Asami?"

It didn't go unnoticed by Y/n that Obito's eyes were shifting from anger to desire. His body language matched his warring emotions. She wasn't surprised by his reaction. She was angry at herself. After debating on what to do, her desire had won. It wasn't only the desire to feel Obito, no. It was the need to see him. To feel again. Forget locking away the woman that had emotions for one night. She needed this. They needed this.

Where would they go from here? That was what held both of them back.

The desire and anger within Obito stormed. The man wasn't sure he could separate the two emotions as he thought about Y/n. He knew where she'd been. Who she'd been with. Whose bed she was in. How could she walk in here and think that he'd drop to his knees for her?

Yes, Obito fucked up. Sleeping with Anko was the biggest mistake of his life. That being said, he was high and drunk out of his mind. Did that change the fact? No. But compare that to Y/n living in the Senju mansion and fucking Tobirama- Obito was not the one in hot water.

Y/n remained silent as she peered up at Obito. In that moment, she saw the man from years ago. Not the gentleman she met. No, he was long gone. She saw the possessive alpha. The Wolf stalking his prey as she stood before him. He wouldn't hide in the shadows. He would prowl to her, making sure she knew exactly what she was up against. Could she match him?