Author's note: So I know it's probably not a good idea for me to start a new fic but here I am. I love challenges. (My other stories are still active…they will ALL be completed)

I dedicate this fic to ElevatedJewel, she mentioned some time back that she didn't have enough Kakashi stories to follow and enjoy. So I thought, let me go the extra mile and add one more loved character…Itachi. It's an ItaSaku, Kakasaku fic. This one's for you EJ

I hope you all enjoy. (R&R)

P.S: Rated M.

~xoxo~

Chapter one.

The dimly lit room we are in just adds to my arousal. He switched off all the lights and lit the many scented candles that are now slowly burning away as I writhe and squirm on the bed. My hands grab a fistful of the silky sheets as I pull them to me. This is what he does to me.

My body is his to pleasure and he does just that. I am at his mercy-His hands, his tongue, his teeth…they are all on me as everything he does drives me closer to the edge. My head is thrown back as I bite my lips, suppressing a scream. A moan comes out instead. It is unlike me. It's so primal. So carnal. So wanton.

He is like a drug and I'm addicted. I want more. I need more.

It is all playing out like nothing I've ever experienced, like a scene out of my wildest fantasy. The way he is looking at me, the way he is tasting me, kissing me, like I'm the only woman in the world. His lips on mine. His hands on me...his hard fingers curled upward in me, driving me wild. He hasn't even taken off my underwear, just moved my panties to the side as he explores my most heated part. The bra has been tugged down, expossing my erect nipples, making them pop out more as the still fastened lace garment squeezes at my soft breasts.

He licks me, he sucks on my taut nipples. He is savage. He is raw. He is all-consuming. His kisses are wine, his kisses are poison. The more he gives, the more I want.

The quiet room gets filled with nothing but panting...nothing but my losing it, letting go of all reserve and control. I don't mind being like this with him.

I can't control the rapid-fire beat of my heart. I can't calm the rise and fall of my chest as I struggle to breathe. I can't cool the burning sensation in the pit of my stomach. This isn't what seduction is supposed to feel like. I know seduction. I know sex. The heat and the thrill and the way I grow wet. The way a lover grows hard and fills me. I know it all too well. Like the back of my hand, like my very own name. But this…

It feels new, it feels fresh and I love it. Oh boy, do I love it. I feel like a love struck teenager with my first physical crush, like a virgin bride on her wedding night; touched for the very first time. Exploring and discovering my body and all the parts that crave to be touched, to be licked, to be loved.

This is what I have been searching for. This is what I have been missing out on.

His head hovers above mine, his lips open slightly as his breath touches my already inflamed skin. I lift my hand and trace a finger on his scar. It runs from his eye brow and down to his check. It's so thin and yet I feel a knot in my throat as I think of just who would have done that do him.

His lips descend down on mine and he claims them like they are a prize. Like he has been poisoned and my lips hold the antidote. My bent knees turn to jelly and I feel my body start to spasm. I need more contact, I need him in me. I lift my hips to meet his hardness. The contrast is mind-blowing. My softness against his hardness.

He groans as I moan. It is a sound I welcome, I want him to lose it. I want him to feel like I feel. I trace my hands on his toned arms and dig my nails on his back. I move them lower until they touch the waistband of his black boxer briefs. I squeeze his tight ass and pull him to me, the contact causes a friction I can't deny enjoying. It hits me on my most sensitive spot and my panties are so damp...wetter, in anticipation of what's to come. I raise my hips again and this time I don't stop until I build up a rhythm. I'm rubbing my softest, wettest part against him and it feels amazing. He grinds back. The feeling is intense...toe-curling intense. Our bodies move in unison, like they are following a beat, a melody that only we can hear.

"Ka..ka…shi." I breathlessly moan out.

He stills my movements, my wanton gyrating. "W-wait." He finally says, his voice hoarse and sensual; breathless. I love it, "if…if you keep moving like that, this will be over before we get to the good part." Sweat drips from his forehead and his silver hair is damp. I love the sight of him.

"Then…let's…get to the…good part." My voice comes off as needy but I don't care. I need to feel him in me, stretching me, filling me.

He smirks at me and my heart races. His lips drop to my neck and I gasp. His hands make it to my lace panties and I know any second they will be off. I will be exposed to his eyes and he will see just how hot for him I am. He knows I'm dripping, his fingers have been there.

He lifts himself slightly off me and starts tugging at my waist band. Oh my.

The door suddenly bursts open. We abruptly move away from each other as Kakashi simultaneously throws the sheets at me so I can cover up.

"What the-"

In walks a raven-haired man. In his hands, what I can just assume is an Ak-47. He fires multiple shots at the nightstand and I scream.

I stare at him wide eyed. What have I done?

"Well, well…what is going on here?" his voice is so calm and confident despite the situation. Then he fires again and this time it's straight at the leg of the man in bed with me.

I scream out as the bullet goes through my lover's leg.

"Itachi, you son of a bitch!" Kakashi curses as he winces "fuck!"

"Give me two good reasons why I shouldn't put holes in both your heads…right here…right now." he says. The riffle pointed straight at me.

I look at him and then at Kakashi and I know there are no words to explain just how sorry I am. My heart races and this time it's not because of Kakashi's touch or his expert tongue.

My mind goes numb and then suddenly it goes back to when this all started. When I foolishly believed I could have my cake…and eat it. How innocent and clueless I had been. I go back to a time when I didn't even know anyone who owned a gun…let alone shot at me.

How could I have been so stupid…so selfish?

How else did I seriously expect this to end?

~xoxo~

The start of a dangerous friendship. (6 months earlier)

If there was one word that could be used to describe me other than boring or predicable, it would have to be…average.

I am of average height. I got average results in college and I was probably going to attend an interview that will take me one step closer to having an average job, so I can look forward to an average pay check.

The only thing about me that is beyond average is my hair. Most people who looked at me would think I was trying to rebel against society or something. Because let's face it, how many normal people walk around with pink hair? Especially 22 year olds…my guess is, not that many.

The day I was going for my job interview at Uchiha and sons seemed like any normal day. I had gotten up, taken a quick shower and put on a tight fitting, knee length little black dress with my one good pair of platform heels. Uchiha and sons was the most successful law firm in konoha. Unfortunately for me, I didn't study law and so my job interview was as a personal assistant.

The job market was a joke and so when I got the call for the interview, you can imagine my surprise and if I'm honest…my joy.

I left the loft I was sharing with my crazy roommate. By crazy I don't mean, 'padded cell and meds' crazy but more like crazy spontaneous. I like her. We have been friends since high school and she is so close to me I sometimes see her as my sister.

Being an only child and coming from an average family, you can guess where I stand when it comes to wheels. I don't have a car. If I should overshare, I might as well mention that I have never even owned a bicycle. So it was walking and getting on busses and cabs for me.

One thing to be grateful for that day was that it wasn't raining anymore. It had poured cats and dogs the night before but as I was walking on the sidewalk that day, the only reminder that it was the rain season was the wet ground and the puddles in the streets.

I was seriously rethinking wearing heels this high. Maybe I should have put on flats until I was near the interview building. But as I continued walking, I knew it was too late to do anything about it.

My stomach rumbled. Damn it. Just great. I had forgotten to eat breakfast. My phone went off and I found it was a text from my roommate and friend, Ino. The crazy one.

I should remember to put this on silent.

Hey Forehead, I'm sorry I didn't come home last night and see you before your big interview. All the best okay.

-kisses.

Of course, even when she is being encouraging, Ino always finds a way to squeeze in calling me Forehead. I had considered cutting my hair with a fringe but decided against it at the last minute. No use hiding a part of me. I had to own it. Be proud of who I am.

Thanks love. I'll try my best.

Xo.

I put my phone away and right after that, before I even had a chance to look up, I bumped into someone. I stumbled and struggled to keep myself standing and in my attempt not to fall, my heel broke and I almost fell to the damp ground.

The guy I had bumped into tried to help me. He ended up smearing mustard all over my dress instead. The hot dog he had been about to eat fell, travelling down the length of my dress until it reached the dirty, wet ground. The folder containing my credentials dropped to the ground as well.

I was only relieved because it was made of plastic and the papers inside were all safe.

"Shit!" I swore. No. No. No. How the heck was I supposed to attend an interview when I looked like I had just been molested by hotdogs and mustard?

"Are you okay?"

"Do I seriously look okay?" I picked up the folder, looked at my ruined dress and felt my heart sink, "Look what you just did to my dress and shoes." I stood awkwardly, one leg higher than the other, feeling like tears were going to pour from my eyes any second. I didn't even have any glue on me. My poor heels.

"Maybe not such a good idea to wear heels if you can't walk in them." His voice was calm and low. "But judging by your hair, I take it you are not a person known to make good decisions."

"Excuse me?!" what the hell? I looked up at him and stared into his dark orbs. His lips curved in an annoying smirk. The son of a bitch actually had the audacity to smirk at me.

"Hey, don't bite my head off because you were too busy texting and acting like a teen instead of actually looking where you were going." He put his hands in his pants pockets, making his tailored suit look even more fitted.

"Are you seriously going to blame me for this? You're the one stuffing yourself with a hotdog in the early morning and rubbing mustard all over my dress."

"Okay, my bad." he looked me straight in the eyes and I could see the amusement in his, "Though I doubt it looked any better before." He said under his breath but I heard him loud and clear. My blood boiled over. The hot dog seller faced away like he was embarrassed for me. How had the day turned out like this?

"You rude asshole." I said. My nostrils flaring like a bull about to charge towards a matador.

His laughter came out throaty and some of his raven hair came on his face. He ran his hands through it and it just annoyed me more, "That's not very ladylike."

"This is not funny and I am far from feeling like a lady right now, so I sure as heck will not act like one." I bent over to get the heel that had detached from my one good shoe. Yeah, I knew I should have worn flats until I reached the building.

"Sir, we have to get going." A muscular man stood next to us and motioned that the rude hotdog-eating man follow him.

The black haired man sighed and put his hand back in his pocket. "I guess we do." He started walking away, "Oh, one more thing…" Reaching in his jacket, he grabbed his wallet and took out 5 notes, the highest denomination, which he put in my hands, "get yourself a better dress and new shoes."

I slapped his hand away and the money dropped to the ground. "Screw you. I don't need your money. So what, you think just because daddy dearest can bend to your will and get you everything you desire, that it's okay to treat people like this? You are pathetic." I spat out.

He recoiled a bit and then smirked again. "Well, aren't you a feisty one." He walked away, leaving the money on the ground, "Get the money or don't, I don't really care. That foolish poor person's pride will get you nowhere." He climbed in the back seat of the expensive looking car and opened the window slightly, "Though I must add, between the one who has a personal driver and the one who is standing on the pavement with one shoe on and covered in mustard, who is really looking pathetic? Mmh?"

My lips twitched in annoyance and I thought I would scream out. "You rich people are all the same. You're all one hundred percent dicks."

He smirked at me and the window started closing. "Good day." And the car drove off, leaving me fuming and wishing I had a gun or something. I got my phone and saw that I still had forty minutes till my interview time.

There had to be a cheap boutique with formal wear around here somewhere. Screw that infuriating son of a bitch and his money. I looked at the notes still by my feet. They stayed there for a second, taunting me, laughing at me. Then they blew away and a homeless man nearby dove for them. A huge smile formed on his face. Christmas had come early. Better him than me, I didn't need that guy's hand-outs.

What an ass.

With a frown on my face, I rushed awkwardly down the street, wearing one high heeled shoe and one broken one. This was probably what people referred to as a walk of shame. I finally saw a promising little boutique. It had in stock various designs of suits and dresses. The pencil skirts looked great and the bodycon dresses looked even better. The best part was that they were all affordable. I picked up a knee-high navy blue formal dress and black heels. I knew it was not a planned shopping outing and it would come and bite me in the ass later on but I still gave the cashier my debit card. Once I got the job, the money would be replaced.

I put the soiled LBD in a bag and started off for my destination.

~xoxo~

So, despite the crapstatic luck I'd had earlier, I had managed to make it in time with 10 minutes to spare. Thanks universe, so maybe you aren't a complete bitch after all. I walked to the receptionist and told her my business. She directed me to the elevator and told me the interviews were being conducted on the 10th floor.

Taking the elevator to the 10th floor, my heart started racing. I had spent days preparing for this interview but still the nervousness overtook me. Maybe if I concentrated on my anger for that rude hotdog man and channelled it into gaining an ounce of confidence, I would come out of this victorious.

The elevator door finally opened once I had reached the right floor and I took in a deep breath before I stepped out. My heels tapping as I took each step.

There were about five girls waiting in the foyer. Competition. I walked to the desk where a beautiful blonde was sitting. She looked more Victoria's Secret Angel than personal assistant.

"Good morning." I said, a smile on my face. "My name is Sakura Haruno. I have an interview at 9 o'clock."

"Good morning. You are just in time." She replied, "Please take a seat. There is still someone in the office at the moment."

"Thank you." I told her and made my way to the seats. A smile was on my face as I said hi to the other girls.

Sitting down, my feet on the floor and the folder on my laps, I prepared to wait until my time came. My strength left me when I saw one distraught girl running out of the large office with the glass doors and walls. She was in tears and held her papers to her chest.

How tough was the interviewer? Did I have what it takes?

The girl behind the desk shook her head and picked up the phone. She listened for a second and then put it back down. My heart raced.

"Miss Haruno," I heard the blonde woman call for me, "he's ready for you." She gave me a smile that told me to be strong, or maybe I was just imagining it. Why would she offer me comfort?

My feet stood firmly on the ground and straightened my dress. Putting one foot in front of the other, I made my way to the office praying I didn't come out of there in tears as well. I pushed the glass door and entered. The room was cool. Aircon. Why would he do that when he could just easily have opened the window? It was cool and airy outside.

I pushed further inside and the man seated by the table looked up at me. His dark pools made contact with my emerald ones and he smirked. My heart stopped beating. My legs froze where they stood.

How much bad luck could one girl possibly have? My interviewer, my potential employer, my possible boss…was the jerk from the hot dog stand.

I immediately said bye to any hopes of getting this job. I'd called him a dick, an asshole and told him screw you right to his face. I was doomed.

"Good morning Miss Haruno, I'm Uchiha Itachi." He stood up from his seat and gestured to the seat opposite his, "Please, do take a seat."

My legs couldn't move as I looked at his clearly amused face. He obviously remembered me.

I took it back…the universe is a complete bitch.

~xoxo~

Author's note: well that's it for chapter one guys. Please tell me what you think (my first attempt at a lemon, how did I do?). Follow if you wanna know more.

Reviews are needed.