A/N - This is very different from the stuff I usually write and I am sorry to say I have made Kakashi insane. Hopefully this shouldn't make him any less lovable. This oneshot has unbelievably taken up quite a bit of thought and I would absolutely love you and appreciate it if you could leave a review. If anyone is reading 'I Care' it will updated soon. If not, you should go check it out 'cause you're really nice and all XD

Cheers guys!

Warning: This is quite smutty :P

Obsession

Kakashi had always has obsessions.

As a child, Kakashi had been obsessed with ninja and with masks. He had not a single memory of himself without the mask or passionate desire to become a Shinobi. After that came his obsession with rules and then his infamous obsession with Jiraiya's literature. The latter was one that he was particularly fond of and had remained attached to in the years since, while the former had relatively quickly been replaced by teamwork. Icha Icha had been his companion for many a sleepless night or cold lonely mission. He liked the way it made him look to people, as well as the plots and incredibly vivid characters. As a child he had always been socially awkward and set apart from other people. He had to try and look comfortable while standing alone, and sifted tactically through his mind for a response whenever he was spoken to. Icha Icha made him look casual , kept away people who were easily offended and made annoyances think he was busy. Most of all he felt dragged into a different world. He'd never thought that anything could ever be of more value to him.

That was before Sakura.

The pink haired obsession was possibly more important than all of the other obsessions put together. He was more observant and attentive toward her than anyone in his entire life, in fact he was a wholly different man were she was concerned. Because she was everything. His mind and memory were a database of his pink haired angel containing all sorts of idiosyncratic facts about her. He had committed to memory every single like and dislike that he had observed of her. He knew the exact pitch of her voice, and could calculate to the second how long it would take for her to complete a certain task or travel to any particular place. He knew everything about her that could be found and still hungered for more information, for a fuller understanding with which to interpret the feelings, actions and words of his beloved. He wanted to give everything that could bring her happiness and take away anything that could cause her harm. It was an intricate obsession that consumed him under the guise of love. And as with every insanity, eventually the disguise would have to come off.

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"Kakashi, I'm home." At the sound of her voice Kakashi slung aside the tea towel that he holding and headed out of the kitchen with an elevated step. Instead of stopping before her, he walked directly into her, his arms slipping around her petit form to life her to where he could inhale her scent and press kisses to her neck, her chin, her lips.

"How was work?"

"The usual."

"You got to lug around heavy bodies, listen to people whine, and clear up the bodily fluids of people who absolutely could not get to the toilet in time?"

"Yep!" Sakura beamed, leaning forward to nuzzle him. "And a couple of heart and lung surgeries, but I suppose we can forget all about that."

"Sounds like fun." Kakashi deadpanned.

"Yeah, I also got to give some unconscious blokes a sponge bath."

A nerve ticked in Kakashi's jaw, his eyes darkened and his grip tightened.

He leaned forward moving his body to almost encase her, his whiskers scraping against her ear.

"The only person you should be bathing is me." He nipped her ear, and Sakura's lips parted slightly to let our a gust of cool breath as a shiver ran down her spine. The silver haired warrior immediately took advantage, his hands clutching at her, his mask free lips covering hers with a fierce desire. His tongue slid along her smooth lips, mapping his was along the cracks from the slight cold and the tiny grooves from his gentle nibbling.

He licked his tongue along hers, his large hands holding her rib cage as she sucked on it, smoothing them upwards to her higher back, massaging her shoulders firmly and resting one in her hair, the other on her tantalisingly soft neck, stroking and exploring the slight dips and curves.

His hands moved back down to her shoulders, his knees bending as he lowered himself, his lips open to taste her skin as he slid it down to rest against the hollow of her throat, his nose inhaling deeply the familiar scent of her perfume. He scraped his teeth along her collar bone raising chills.

As with any conversation they held in private, it ended in the bedroom.

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Kakashi laid awake, despite the late hour watching the moonlight play on Sakura's sweet skin, illuminating it to make her look beautifully ethereal. Her skin was pale and unblemished, her soft hair casting shadows beneath her cheekbones. She was perfect.

Her body was curled resembling a cat as she fit against his body, her head level with his chest when her hands lay, curled loosely into fists. Her hair stuck to her arms and back, aided by the sweat caused by their earlier activities and he wished that he too could be like a single strand on his Sakura's head. Always with her, a trace of him left wherever she went, a part of the scent that defined her. He could never be that pure.

Hours later, when the sun had began to rise, Kakashi had still not yet moved. He was still in the same semi-upright position, with his wife tucked in his arms. Sakura stirred gently sighing out her quiet yawn as she stretched, her body pressing against his, before she clung to him snuggling closer.

"Good morning." Kakashi tightened his grip on her to bury his head in her neck and she pulled back slightly to cup his face in her palm. Her thumb gently stroked his cheek as her eyes roved his face, pausing on the bags beneath his eyes and his heavy lidded expression. "Couldn't sleep?"

Kakashi turned his head into her hand to lick and nibble her palm, his muscles flexing as he rolled himself on top of her. He brushed his cheek against hers.

"Well now you get to wake me up."

Sakura grinned cheekily, her cheeks pink, her eyes bright and her hair sleep and Kakashi-mussed. "Want me to bathe you?"

Kakashi answered by lifting her and easily carrying her to the bathroom. He moved her weight to one arm as he turned on the shower and checked the temperature before placing her under the spray and quickly joining her. He lathered up a flannel before standing directly behind her and washing her back with slow precise strokes. As usual, her ass required extra attention. After all, it was very dirty.

Kakashi swiped the cloth around her and pulled her back against him as he began to wash her front. It travelled upward, circling her belly and sliding between her breasts sensually, rubbing her collarbone and neck before being replaced with his tongue. He bit down below her ear and covered her neck with long strokes that led down to her breasts. His tongue laved the underside of one while his fingers expertly toyed with the nipple of the other. He licked up in aggravatingly small circles, drawing patterns around her nipple before finally taking it into his mouth and sucking. He kept his eyes on her face as he touched her, enraptured by her expression, loving every low moan. He wanted to make those moans louder.

His mouth became rougher on her skin as he pulled her round to face him, his hand travelling downwards to ghost through the hair at the centre of her thighs. He moved ever slowly downwards skirting up or to the side a few times before running over her clit. The small gasp she emitted was one that he could have easily predicted.

He spread her legs a little wider and plunged two fingers inside her wet heat and pressed inwards, stroking her walls on his way out.

"Kashi, please…" Sakura moaned out, here fingers digging into his shoulder blades.

Kakashi lifted her into his arms and pushed her up against the cool, damp wall of the shower and rained kisses over her neck. He slid his hands down her rib cage to massage her waist and thighs.

With one smooth slow thrust he was inside her.

From then on everything was a blur of desperate thrusts and loving kisses. Sakura's moans and Kakashi's grunts. And when Sakura's slick channel constricted around him, he couldn't help but join her as they came together, clutching at each other and moaning out their shared pleasure.

After they had caught their breath, they dried and dressed each other tenderly, and kissed goodbye outside of the hospital where Kakashi had walked with her. They both felt comfortable in their routine as they carried about their day. And that was how it usually was.

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Kakashi watched from his perch in the trees as Sakura exited the building guiding a tall dark haired man by the elbow. He could not see the man's face, but he could see Sakura's, and his stomach dropped into a bottomless pit as laughter crossed her features. Kakashi racked his mind to try and remember if she had mentioned a blind patient but found nothing. Which meant he was not blind. She had already told him she was working late, but did that really mean anything. He hated the hospital, which was why he preferred to watch her from outside.

With the closest thing to silence, he jumped down from his perch and landed a few feet behind the pair, just far enough away that Sakura would not be able to tell that he was there. Of course there was no danger that he was incorrect. He knew everything about her.

Other than who her friend was.

Well, if it was just a patient, there was absolutely no danger, and if he was something more than I would be better to simply squash him quick.

Here goes nothing.

Kakashi sped forward to wrap his arms around Sakura and kiss her unsuspecting cheek. He laughed, to sound rumbling through her as she jumped at the unexpected contact.

"Kakashi!" she blushed lightly, and rested her arms on top of his. "You shouldn't do that!"

"What? This?" Kakashi leaned in again to press a lingering kiss to her mouth. She pulled away and shot him a withering look.

"You know that's not what I meant."

"I have absolutely no idea what on earth you are talking about."

"Of course you don't."

Kakashi was about to reply but was cut off when a shiny black car pulled up by them. Ninja's didn't tend to need such vehicles, so he had no idea of the model, but it seemed quite posh. Very civilian. Sakura turned to her yet to be introduced companion.

"Looks like your rides here, Minoru." He nodded and lifted her hand to his lips.

"It's been a pleasure, Nurse Hatake." He turned to Kakashi. "Mr Hatake I presume?" He held his hand out and Kakashi shook it quickly with unnecessary force. "Mr..?" he glanced at Sakura.

"Akechi."

"Mr Akechi."

Said man nodded politely at them both as he entered the car.

"I will be in touch shortly. Please relay to your Hokage that the dealings should go smoothly and I shall try to seal them as quickly as possible."

"I shall. Thank you so much for your help."

"It's my pleasure."

And with that Akechi Minoru tapped on the side of the car, and left, leaving Kakashi alone with his smiling wife and the wrenching feeling in his gut.

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"Louder!" Kakashi demanded, his entire body drenched in sweat and shaking with the effort his control took as he roughly drove his painfully stiff member inside her.

"Kakashi!" Said man moved harder still, running through his vast repertoire of things that would drive Sakura wild, refusing to stop despite her pleas and his own desperate need to orgasm. "Please, baby." She unclenched her hands, taking her nails out of her shoulders and smoothed them down his back to rest on his waist, trying to calm him. He was wild in his actions, too rough in their execution, his kiss bruising. Non-stop for nearly four hours, he had been making love to her. She moved one hand up to cradle his face gently, and moved herself against him tenderly as she looked into his frantic eyes. "Come for me, love. Please Kakashi."

He raked his teeth over his neck, and stroked her clit, refusing to relent.

"Say my name, Sakura. Say it!"

Sakura obliged, shouting his name over and over as she reached down to stroke his balls while he continued his onslaught. It was 45 minutes more before he couldn't hold it any longer, and came with a guttural cry, holding her against him in a tight embrace, his face buried in her hair.

Over and over in his mind the scene played over. Sakura, walking with him. Him kissing her hand. Her smile that Kakashi himself had not caused.

The hour got later, and Sakura's breathing evened out and Kakashi still held her, clinging. He wanted never to let go of her.

She had been different tonight. He could tell. Her voice slightly higher, her touch less off. He had caused it. Kakashi was certain, and he would simply have to fix it. As permanently as possible.

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They stood together side by side in the kitchen, making each other's breakfast. Literally. This was something they always did together, regardless of the ungodly hour one of them needed to get up. It was a comfortable routine, Kakashi slicing fruit and mixing it with yogurt while Sakura fried bacon and eggs. It was something he genuinely enjoyed doing, working quietly with Sakura beside him, filling the kitchen with wonderful aromas.

Not today. Kakashi could not shake his paranoia and he watched the knife slice through the soft fruit over and over, hitting it with excellent precision.

"You've been hiding something from me." Sakura looked up, confused before paling, her expression taken over with trepidation.

"I-." She broke off and looked down from his stare. "Who told you? Tsunade or Ino?" She chanced a look up and regretted it immediately. His eyes were so cold as his fears were confirmed. With one long sweeping look over her he silently left the room.

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When he returned later, Sakura had gone out, where he did not know. Startlingly he realised that this was probably the first time in about four years that he didn't.

Kakashi sunk onto the sofa, not bothering to turn the light on despite the darkening of the November sky. He rested his head in his hands his nails digging into his scalp as he began to cry.

A/N I have been going through the fanfics database earlier and was rather irritated that someone else has my title (childish I know!)" A big grrrrr at Ranna's Heart. (Especially since it's a good fic! XP)

This will not have many chapters, two more at most and shall be put on in the next few days. Reviews are love guys! J