A/N:

I don't own Naruto.

Kakashi's POV.

Rated M for strong reasons.

Honing Her Craft

Formerly Guilty Pleasures

Sakura has no place to stay, Kakashi offers his sofa, but is it too much for him? Especially since she fantasizes about him? Will her actions make him lose his cool & do things he might regret?

Chapter 1: Temptation + Chapter 2: Enticement of Thoughts

The blackness of the night crept through the trees as I stayed low in the brush. My eyes flicked to my left as the sound of a kunai sliced the air by my ear, narrowly missing the side of my face.

In a flash, the darkness lunged toward me, the kunai a simple distraction. I cursed my negligence as I struggled with the formless darkness that was tangled on my legs. My body tipped over, and landed on the dirt like the trunk of a tree.

It seemed the more I struggled, the higher the blackness crawled up my body, swallowing me. The pain in my legs made it hard for any useful thoughts to come, all I could think of was to grab my kunai and slash at the dense-less form. The pain flowed to my hand as I jabbed at it, my kunai now gone, out of sight, as well as my legs, and torso.

Sweat began to soak my face mask as I panicked. I flailed violently, fearing the worst as the blackness reached my neck. Faintly I heard my name being called in the distance, and I frantically looked around in searched for my comrade. A loud banging began to resonate through my body, shaking me awake.

I sat up quickly, hearing my labored breath in my ears. My blankets were soaked in sweat. The tight t-shirt I wore to bed cling to my skin, shining with the lamp from the street. "Kakashi-sensei! Please open the door!" Blinking in the darkness, I quickly turned on the light and looked around the room slowly. My uncovered sharingan spun lazily, enhancing the details of the room. I exhaled a sigh of relieve.

Quickly I pushed my hand through my hair trying to regain my composure, and took one last deep breath. "I'll be right there," I yelled toward the front door. I slid my face mask and eye covering on, and walked briskly to the door. The person must not have heard me since the banging continued.

I unlocked the door, and was pushed back, my hands immediately going up as the small figure slammed her body into me. "Sakura?" I questioned as I timidly placed my hands on her shoulders. She was obviously in distress.

"Kakashi-sensei, I got kicked out!" Her small, yet very strong fists were clenched as she held them to her face. She was covering her eyes and leaning slightly away from me. Her cheeks were tear-stained, and red. How long has she been out here?

I took a quiet sigh of relief that her face was no longer pressing firmly to my chest. That was when I realized that I was in nothing but a sweat soaked t-shirt and blue boxers. I guessed she either didn't notice or didn't care. I felt hot blood rush to my face as a small twinge of embarrassment crept up. Swiftly I pushed it aside.

"Come in Sakura," I closed the door hastily, hoping that my nosey old neighbor wasn't having another bout of her 'insomnia' which was facilitated by staring out her window at my house.

Sakura sobbed, standing in my living room like a child. I waited for her to collect herself. She looked up at me, her bright green eyes, now dull, and distant. "I'm sorry Kakashi-sensei, b-but I didn't know where to go." I furrowed my brows in confusion, and sat on the small sofa facing the unused TV. I watched her tremble while she stood there, wishing I knew what to do.

I'd rather fight the Sanin then deal with emotional issues. I figured I'd take my usual silent route, and tapped the cushion next to me, offering her a seat. She remained motionless, and her expression turned timid.

"Sakura, sit." My voice sounded rude, even to me, but it was late and was tired, though thankful for the interruption of my dream, no; nightmare. She stopped being hesitant and bowed, her hair sweeping the floor, "Hai."

A small smile played across my lips, hidden by the mask, luckily. She always responded like a ninja when I was firm with her, good training I guess. She was a good student. She walked gingerly, and sat on the couch, the springs sagging from years of lounging.

I think she felt safer when I ordered her around. In some ways, I felt bad for her because of that. An appointed Jonin should be more comfortable with decision making than order taking.

"Sakura, do you want to tell me why you're here at this hour?" She nodded, and cleared her throat, seemly losing courage to speak as quickly as she gained it. "It's a long story." I kept my gaze steady on her; I knew the weight of it would coax any truths, long or short, out of her fast.

She began again, stumbling over her words, trying to hurry them out as fast as she could. "My landlord is a pig. He's worst than Ino." She glanced up at me to gauge my reaction, which was mute, and continued. "I can handle him, he just has a wondering eye, and Naruto caught him in the hall gawking at me, and-" She paused, closing her eyes as she took a breath. "He got out of hand, Kakashi-sensei."

I cringed slightly when she said Sensei; I wish she would stop that. "After my landlord regained consciousness, he told me that I had to leave, no arguing. Could you blame him?"

My face gave away nothing. "You need a place to stay, is that what you are saying Sakura?" She looked up at him, somewhat surprised. "Are you offering me a room? I mean.." As she trailed off while I felt a slight panic in my gut, a room? I seemed to have opened my mouth before thinking.

"No, not a room, but a sofa." I gave her one of my signature eye crinkles and then I glanced down at what was to become a make-shift bed. Before I knew it her arms were around my neck, and I was being showered with 'thank-you's.

Again, I was strongly aware of my lack of clothing. I felt her shutter against me, and raised an eyebrow. "Are you cold, Sakura?" Leaning back, I saw the tail-end of a dark red blush leaving her cheeks. Had I missed something?

She turned her face away from me, her hair falling over her cheeks, and blocking her eyes. The silence was awkward. It's not like me to care about awkward silences, but this one was straining. I cleared my throat and said; "It is late; you should get some sleep." I began to stand, and turn away from her.

"Kakashi-sensei?" "Please stop calling me that Sakura, I am no longer your teacher." I frowned. "Yes?" She blinked, and then shook off my abruptness. "I need something to sleep in and a blanket, maybe?" Oh, right. I had to remember to have Naruto carry all of her things here on foot as punishment. "Yes, I will get those for you. The bathroom is across from my bedroom on the left."

I wondered how appropriate this was as I pulled a large, folded black shirt out of my dresser draw. She probably won't stay long anyway. I questioned whether I should give her more than just a shirt, but the only thing I had for bottoms were boxer. And I know that is inappropriate.

I pushed the thought of her in my boxers away. I found a clean blanket and placed both blanket and the shirt on the empty sofa. She must have gone into the bathroom. Sitting on the sofa I looked around. I'd never realized how small the apartment was when it was just me. Everything is so tight. I mourned my personal space, but decided that it is better that she stay here than with anyone else.

Ino had too many suitors coming and going, Naruto's apartment was too small, even though he wasn't there most of the time because of his Anbu missions. Sai is too emotionless to live with, and Sasuke's gone… The toilet flushed, and I stood again, gesturing to the pile.

My smile faded when I saw her. She had taken off her dress, and was in a tight tank top sans binding, and shorts. Her curves flowed from one piece of clothing to the next, her thighs exposed. I tried hard to look at her face, rather than the soft V of cleavage that the shirt showed. My throat tightened. I felt the overwhelming urge to escape. What is wrong with me?

"Goodnight, Sakura." I heard her say 'goodnight', and possibly 'thank you' just before I closed my bedroom door; the hinges were tight from years of remaining open. Thankfully it didn't make any horrid squeaking noise.

I lay in my bed, trying hard to take control of my mind. Seeing her like that had done something to me, mentally, and physically. I resisted the urged to soothe my growing erection, not knowing whether I wanted to coax it on, or calm it down. I was too scared to do either, and highly embarrassed that I even had that kind of reaction.

What would my comrades think if they had the knowledge that I stroked myself thinking about Sakura? What would be even worse is that I did it while she was in the other room. I turned on my side, hoping that sleep would take me before I did something I would regret. Pulling the blanket to my waist, I mumbled to myself about getting some new Icha Icha books.

I woke in another puddle of sweat. Not from a dream this time, but the stuffiness of the room. I sat at the edge of my bed wondering if she would think that it was strange that I opened the door. Surely I can't see her from my bed.

I decided that I wasn't going to over think things, even though I knew I already had, and rose to walk to the door. The knob was cold against my hot skin, a sure indication that my body heat had kept the room like a veritable oven. I heard stirring in the other room as the cool air blew past my face.

The door opened wide on its own accord, leaving me standing in the frame. I looked down at the floor and concentrated. Small, barely audible whimpering sounds were coming from the living room. I frowned.

Sakura was crying. Immobile, I waited to see if she would stop on her own. How I wished that was my true motive for waiting. Honestly, I was too scared to know what to do. I smirked in the dark; the Great Copy Nin scared of a crying girl. Then I thought about how she might feel if she knew. I wouldn't want to offend her, yet I don't want her to feel alone either.

With silent foot steps I made my way down the small hallway, the dark shapes coming slightly into focus as I neared slowly. A wet, slick sound made me stop. My heart began to pound in my chest, making it harder for me to hear. I stared at the moving figure on the couch totally covered with the blanket. I was not the only one breathing heavy.

The blanket writhed, and rolled with smooth motions. I swallowed hard. There was another wet sound, and a whimper, no, a moan. Taking another step forward, I realizing that my boxers have became tighter, my body telling me what my mind refuses to believe. I shouldn't be doing this. She shouldn't be doing this.

Her small noises became louder, she was near orgasm, and I could hear it through her panting. I closed my eyes tight, her sounds giving me flashes of images. My hard on pressed against my leg, begging for my attention. I tried my best to ignore it. There were so many reasons for me to about-face and leave her to it. She was an adult after all, and adults have needs.

The blanket billowed as the form of her arching body pushed against it. I could see the shape of her arms tight against her form, her hands disappearing where her hips raised, her breasts firm and well defined by the thin material. My mouth was dry due to my quiet panting. I found my palm gently rubbing my tip through my boxers. My body slackened against the wall. I seemed to be fighting a battle that my body was determined to win.

All I could do is watch. Her motions quickened, and became desperate, while her moans almost stopped. I could feel her struggling for release, concentrating so hard on the sensations that her hand was giving her. My motions became faster, my hand sliding along my entire length now. I silently wondered how many fingers she was using. My conscious tormenting me with phrases like: 'she was your student' and 'she's only twenty.' I hushed my mind, and kept my gaze fixed. I have needs too. I would have smirked if the mood wasn't so intense.

It seemed like a life time that I watched her. The smell of sweat and other sweater things lingered in the room. My own release burned in my stomach. I saw her shutter, and my eyes widened, I had seen her do that before when she hugged me! My blood ran cold as I heard words leave her lips. "Kakashi–sensei..." It was so overwhelming that I gasped, bringing my hand over my mouth lightly. She let out a long low moan and her breathing began to slow. My girth was almost painful in my hands.

As silently, and as quickly as I came down the hall, I made my way back before she lifted the covers from her face. Closing the door behind me, I cursed the eventual heat that would engulf me the rest of the night but that wasn't important now. I had another kind of heat to take care of. It was difficult to walk with such a hard erection pushing down my boxer-pant-leg.

I laid over the covers, slightly in shock as to what I witnessed. Sakura had been pleasing herself to the thought of me. Absentmindedly, I began to stroke myself. My hard-on felt heavy in my hand. I knew I would not last long. I froze as I heard foot steps coming down the hall. Had she seen me? I quietly cursed myself for not locking the door.

Light poured into the room in the form of small slits through the door jab. The bathroom door closed, taking the light with it. I was thankful for that. I sighed to myself thinking about her cleaning up after making a mess. How I wanted to taste her. Once I was sure that she was done and back down the hall, I rubbed smoothly. Waves of pleasure mounted in my spine.

I imagined taking her on the sofa, and making her mine. With a low grunt, I threw my head back, and I spilled my seed into my boxers. I milked myself for a minute or so before changing into a clean pair. I felt satisfied, as well as guilty. It was going to be a rough morning.

I woke blinking from the light that poured in my window. I had forgotten to shut the shades... again. That thought was quickly replaced by memories of the night before as I stared at the ceiling. A deep nauseous feeling swept over my insides.

Half-heartedly I sat up, seriously hoping that she would be gone for the day. That idea was fleeting since the number of high level missions had fallen dramatically in the last few months. After Sasuke defeated Orochimaru when he thought he had surpassed this him, ultimately destroying both the Legendary Sanin and Kabuto, the missions stopped coming.

Not that I wasn't appreciative to have some time off, but I would give it up to have Sasuke back. I often wonder when or if he will return to the village, I think we all do. I also wasn't expecting to spend extra time with my female student. Especially under the circumstance of last night.

Hokage speculated that the number of missions had dropped due to Orochimaru influence being gone. Of course, the level of C and D-rank missions is on the rise. I guess people's priorities are a little different now.

With a cringe I kicked my soiled boxers across the floor to the hamper and decided that I couldn't hide in my room forever. Even though I wanted to. Glancing down the hall I could see the blanket neatly folded on the sofa. How I envied the fabric. I shivered slightly and willed my mind to think of nonsexual things, like Jiraiya's toad. There, much better.

I made a conscious effort to remember to close the bathroom door behind me as I crossed the hall. I hadn't seen her yet but I could feel her chakra streaming through the small apartment. I let out a heavy sigh as I relieved myself. I took notice that there was a balled up piece of fabric in the corner of the floor. Eyeing the item cautiously, I squatted down to have a better look.

My eye widened in realization that I wasn't the only one that had to change my intimate apparel last night. If this wasn't Sakura's I'd have surely done something about it. It's not that I don't mind a girl's panties on my floor, but when I had nothing to do with it I consider it rude.

Well, in all honesty, I did have something to do with it. She was my former student, this is wrong. What do I say, 'Sakura, please remove your love stained undies from the bathroom floor'? She would never talk to me again.

Yet considering my thoughts lately that might be the best option for us both.

The living room was much cooler than my bedroom, thankfully. Sakura was humming in the kitchen as she fiddled with a making a bowl of cereal. I wondered if I could look her in the eyes after last night. I knew if I didn't, she would think something was wrong.

"Ohayo, Sakura." She turned with a whirl of her long pink strands, and gave me a bright smile. I thought it was nice when see grew her hair long again, it flatters her face.

"Good morning, Kakashi-sens-" I raised my finger quickly, and shook my head in disapproval. "Eh, Kakashi-senpai" she continued. "I'm having some breakfast, I hope you don't mind."

"Mm." I gave her my usual noncommittal answer. Walking over to the kitchen counter, and I leaned against the cool marble. Her smile widened slightly, but I paid it no attention. The small details of her body were more vivid, even under her usual Kunoichi outfit. My body gave almost an audible shutter, and I turned from her, pausing for a moment.

I sincerely hoped that she didn't notice my awkwardness. I was face to face with the wood of my cabinets, and I grinned realizing something. Opening one of the maple doors, I pulled out one of my many copies of Icha Icha Violence that were tucked between the dishes and began thumbing through to my favorite chapter. I heard her giggle over the pages.

"Yes?" My eyes were glued to the ink stained paper but her tone of voice made me turn and look at her. Her voice was tight, and cheeks were starting to match her hair.

"Uh... Nothing, senpai." I raised an eyebrow at her over my shoulder and then continued reading with my back facing her. "It's just that… well." I sighed and put my book down on the counter as I turned, giving her the weight of my gaze. "I noticed that last night you were wearing blue boxers, and now they are black."

Her eyes avoided mine, and I could hear her swallow from where I was leaning. She was always the observant one. Seems like in my flustered state I forgot to put on some pants. Too late now. "Hm, I spilled water on myself during the night." I lied in a matter-of-fact tone. I focused my eye on her steadily.

Her face pulling into a small smirk, cocking her head slightly, "In your bed?"

I nodded, "Mm."

The moment passed. As did her hope on continuing the small discussion about my underwear. Was she trying to embarrass me? Lifting the book back to its place, I got a very bad idea, and spoke before I could stop myself.

"Sakura?"

"Yes, Kakashi-senpai?" She was flipping over some old ANBU note cards with hand signs on them that I had on the table as she ate. I wanted to give her a taste of her own medicine and maybe just to see how she would react. However, 'Sakura, please remove your love stained undies from the bathroom floor' seemed a little forward. I smirked inwardly.

"Did you spill water on your panties last night as well?" I keep my nose in the book but all my attention was on her reaction.

Her eyes widened and her jaw stiffened as she searched for something to say, so I continued, "You seem to have left them on the bathroom floor." I tried to say it as nonchalant as possible.

She looked like a rabbit in a fox hole. I let a small grin play across my masked face.

"I, uh.." She paused, and there was a shift in her body language, something had changed. I watched as her eyes scanned my body before she met my stare. She was thinking bad things and it was written all over her face. Maybe I shouldn't have pushed her. Her lips parted, "No, not water." She was baiting me now.

"Hmm, than what?" I couldn't help myself from stepping closer, the orange bound book finding its way to the counter once more. I sat across from her, and slouched toward her in the chair slightly, my arms relaxed on the table.

My proximity made her courage fade. It also caused goose bumps to break out over her skin, which I've only seen happen to her on the battle field; right before things got complicated. If I didn't know better, I'd say she was scared. I watched her as she parted her lips to speak, but thought better of it. I knew my eye had a small sparkle of triumph as I regarded her.

"Kakashi-senpai… I accidentally spilled milk on myself during the night." A lie? This I didn't expect. She looked genuinely embarrassed.

"Well, it's a good thing that you had others..." I paused.. wait, she didn't have another pair. Looking down at the table her face flushed dark red as she understood my realization. I coughed and tried to make my voice sound as unaffected as possible knowing that this beautiful girl wasn't wearing panties under her Kunoichi skirt in my kitchen.

"Well, you can do your laundry here if you like. But first tell Naruto to come see me."

She nodded, and almost ran out of the room, dumping her bowl and spoon in the sink along her escape route. I spooked her, hell, I was spooked too. I felt the muscles in my chest loosen. I didn't even know that I was holding my breath for her answer. Or was it because I was in the same room with her? Sighing, I decided to hide away in my room for the rest of the day. I figured I would be safe there from beautiful Kunoichi's.

Chapter 2: Enticement of Thoughts

The day passed, and I heard Naruto complaining that "It wasn't fair" while going in and out with boxes upon boxes of Sakura's things at my request, or rather my demand. However, I didn't dare see how many boxes he was piling up. Where would I put it all?

I thanked a disgruntled Naruto, and closed the door after he left. Sakura had been out all day. Knowing her, she was probably training. I should be out there with her, I am her senior, and former sensei, I thought. I took a deep breath and let it out in a huff as I walked into my room to change into my uniform.

I usually stay in my sleeping pants all day when I don't have to leave the house, but since it was 4 in the afternoon that would be somewhat inappropriate for me to leave the house like that. Not like I cared, but you have to do what you have to do.

I found myself standing at our old training ground when we were called Team 7. I had a feeling she would be here. She didn't notice me as I leapt up into a tree a few hundred yards away and started to come closer though the lush leaves. The flowers on the branches were just budding, engulfing the air in a soft fragrance of sweetness.

Sakura slowly came into focus as I neared. Her outfit was hugging her body as she swung her kunai, moving from stance to stance. Pink hair clung to her face as she turned abruptly, bringing the kunai out and down, crossing it right to left then jabbed it forward as she moved her feet to put her weight in the strike. No doubt that was a killing blow from her.

I glanced around the grounds to see toppled trees, their roots up turned and layered with fresh dirt. Her shallow breath was loud against the windless afternoon's drone of birds.

In an instant I moved my head as a kunai narrowly missed my face. My eye darted to the place that it came from, and Sakura was gone from the patch of green grass where she was training. This scene felt all too familiar for my taste, but I pressed back that thought and concentrated on the ambush that was inevitably about to happen.

A small rustling sound came from my right; I grabbed Sakura by the shoulders as she lunged at me, using her momentum to swing us off the branch. Our bodies spun clockwise as we headed toward a large trunk of another tree still 35 feet from the ground.

Sakura now clung to me when before her contact with me was purely defensive. I kicked off the tree trunk, and pulled her small body closer to me as we moved toward the ground. When we landed I bent my knees to cushion the fall, letting Sakura down next to me.

My hands found their way around her waist during the fall, it seemed natural, and if it weren't for last night, I wouldn't have even thought twice about it. I've saved her many times and touched her like this, but some how it felt wrong and taboo.

Her face was beat red when I removed my hands from her. "You're usually better than that. Are you alright?" I asked. Her face contorted into a defeated look. I had forgotten that she meant to surprise attack me and it turned into me saving her. I smiled at her. "You almost hit me with the kunai." I'd wonder if her getting kicked out of her house had affected her more than she was letting on. This little stunt is something that she'd have pulled ten years ago. Not like the Kunoichi that she has grown into.

She nodded, "But I failed," she paused, "so it doesn't matter." I narrowed my eyes at her.

"I was surprised, at first, but that small sound right before you jumped out gave it away, Sakura. You're usually silent."

"Yea, I figured that's what gave me away, but I didn't really expect to surprise you anyway, so I didn't try as hard."

I tilted my head in confusion, "Then why try at all then?"

Turning her back to me she started to walk away as she spoke. "I'm tired of failing Kakashi. I'm tired of being last all the time. I try so hard, practice constantly, train with the Hokage. It's never enough."

I licked my suddenly dry lips beneath my mask, and tried to stifle the sinking feeling that I had in my chest. She's better than this, I've seen her training sessions, why was she holding back?

I placed my hand on her shoulder and squeezed it gently just before she was out of my reach. "You're not always last." I said. Why am I trying to comfort her? Focus, train.

"Come on. Let's spare." I walked past her to an open patch of ground. Apparently Neji had been training here recently from the looks of the large circles of missing grass here and there. She followed somewhat reluctantly.

We were both in fighting stances, legs apart, and arms out toward one another. I motioned for her to come at me. All at once her fist began to radiate blue chakra and came speeding at my chest.

I flipped back, my legs coming over my head, narrowly missing her fist as I bounced off my palms while turning in mid air; doing something like a round off. I sprang up facing away from Sakura as she was still running toward me, fist raised. I started to run as soon as my feet hit the ground toward the trees again.

"Shānnarō!"

My legs moved faster hearing her yell, knowing that all too well that she was about to strike. I reached the trees a second later and ran up one, jumping off it to land behind her. When I look up, Sakura was smashing through the tree, bark and wood flying in all directions.

She jumped back toward me and stood still with her back turned for a moment, assessing whether or not she had hit me. Glancing behind, her eyes filled with realization of my position.

I took my opportunity. I jumped on her, pinning her face down to the grass. She struggled underneath me, yet didn't use her super human strength. Thankfully.

Her firm body writhing under me sent chills down my spine. My body was reacting in ways that rarely happened on the battle field. Her supple ass rubbing against my groin forced me to fight off a moan.

I raised my body off her slightly, holding her down with my chest and arms. Her body went still, obvious a sign of defeat. On second thought, her body froze. Muscles tense, and stiff.

Then something happened. I felt her hips start to push back, closing what little gap that we had between us. I swallowed hard, closing my eye. Is she seducing me? My mind started to cloud.

I let out a heavy breath through my nose, willing the heat in my lower abs to subside. This was too much. I looked down at her, her profile now visible to me, her cheek against the grass. Her pink lips were puffy, and slack. Her eyes closed.

Oh my god, is she… panting? I could feel my eye sight glazing over slightly; I was fighting a losing battle. I have to stop this. NOW.

"Sakura." I said the one word like it was a command for all things.

Her eyes shot open, a worried look on her face displaying how much she lost herself in the moment. She sucked her lower lip into her mouth, and chewed it for a second. At least her movements ceased. I had some clarity to think.

"Yes, Kaka-sensei?" How inappropriate, I thought. Yet, at the same time, I could feel the blood start to rush to my head again, as well as other places...

I was at a loss of words. I straddled her back, and took my full weight off her slowly as I stood up. She rolled over in the grass between my legs. Her hair splayed out against the green blades. Her eyes matched the grass perfectly as she looked up at me.

With a sultry expression, she kept her gaze on me steadily.

I lost control of my inner voice for a moment. It ran rapid, hand in hand with my imagination; I could take her now. Right here. Dozens of positions, and ways to make her moan my name, no... Scream my name. Make her beg for me to stop; using that so forbidden honorific with every utterance of submission.

In an instant I wondered what it would be like to tie her with chakra seals and do whatever I wanted with her. Would she let me?

My hands flexed at my sides, the temptation to touch her, to feel her was almost too much for me to handle.

She remained still beneath me, her lust filled eyes trying to lure me in. The enticement of my thoughts made my hard-on ache against my pants.

I decided it was now or never. I made the hand signs, and disappeared in a cloud of white smoke leaving her there on the cool grass to her own devices as I stood in my apartment.

I could only think one thing: "What now?"

A/N: I combined chapter's 1+2. Thanks for reading!