Even though I just barely finished the second chapter on my Yaoi Bleach fanfic, I'm starting a lemon story again. Somebody punch me. I really am a masochist.

Chapter II: Lempo (the Finnish god of Frenzied Love)

Kakashi woke up after falling asleep only hours before morning. He felt the warmness of her skin on his chest and the smell of her hair tickling his face. Instantly, guilt washed over him. He couldn't believe he just had sex with his ex student. Even after thinking about it all night, trying to observe it from different angles, things just got from bad to worst.

What would happen if someone found out? What would happen to his reputation? Would his friends abandon him? Would he be forced to live as an outcast, away from civilization and be forced to beg and steal just to survive-

He stopped himself. His imagination was just to wild. Of course he won't be forced to live as an outcast. If he ran now, maybe she will just think she got drunk, and had a wet dream. He shuddered. The words 'Sakura' and 'wet dream about Kakashi' didn't agree with each other. It excited him beyond reason.

He quietly got up and started picking his things. Sakura mumbled something and turned her head. He could now see her smooth face, bathing in the morning sunlight, her plump lips curved in a soft smile. A feeling of peacefulness washed over him. He hoped he gave her good dreams, and that they were of him.

He froze and shook his head. He shouldn't think about her that way. Not now, when everything is over. He got dressed and with a few handsigns he was in the confinements of his home.

He went to the bathroom and looked at the mirror. He needed to shave, his chin was already rough. The copy nin couldn't help but wonder what it felt like to her. He remembered her face. She was so perfect, and look at him. The scar at his left eye, which he normally barely noticed, now seemed as a canyon. He was to old, to rough, to insensitive for her.

He sighed and went to take a bath.

Kakashi walked out of his house around noon relatively cheerfully. He didn't want to leave at all, but he had to return some books to the library, and find something edible to put in his stomach. Last night's encounter was not forgotten, but put aside. He didn't want something like that messing up his work.

He made a step sideways, perfectly avoiding Naruto, who was now lying in a pile on the ground. Kakashi could see the broken branches he broke, when he lounged for him.

'Good day to you too, Naruto', he said calmly, and continued walking. He yawned. Maybe he'll get some sleep at work. He turned right at the cross way and continued to the library.

It was quiet. He handed his books to the old lady working there, and went to find new books. He ventured into the section with detective novels, trying to find something interesting, when all of a sudden...

'Kakashi? What are you doing here?', a high female voice said. He closed his eyes, wanting her to go away.

'Hey, are you meditating or something? It's polite to answer someone's call! Especially if you slept with them and then evaporated.'

He was thankful he had his mask on. She couldn't see him blush.

'I'm so sorry Sakura, it's just that I was trying to come up with a strategy to stay alive as long as possible with you around.' He could see the corners of her lips twitching. He relaxed a bit. Maybe he'll be able to survive after all.

Her lips twitched again.

'So, have you come up with anything good?', she hissed at him. 'In case you have to make a heroic escape.'

Maybe not.

'Sakura...', he said weakly, but she cut him off.

'We shouldn't talk about this here. Come on.' She dragged him towards the stairs. Her grip was incredibly strong. She pushed him in front of something that looked like a broom cupboard. He saw the writing JANITOR, and noticed a couple of smaller signs before she pushed him in.

'The janitor's office?', he asked.

'Why not?', she said. 'It's not like you deserve something better.'

She sat on a box and pushed him onto a bucket. That's when all the anger disappeared. Her face became a broken mask. Tears started flowing from her eyes.

'Why?', she whispered shakily. 'Why did you leave m-?'. She stopped, still making faint attempts to act tough. Kakashi moved and wrapped his arms around her. She buried her face in his neck and started sobbing. He gently stroked her hair and gradually she calmed down.

'I... didn't want to leave. It's better this way. I'm to old for you. You deserve someone better. Anyone. It's the right thing to do. I'm sorry.'

'But I want you. And I'm tired of always doing the right thing. I want to be reckless.' She pulled his mask down and started kissing him. He could still taste the saltiness of her tears. He pushed her away gently but firmly.

'You don't know what you're doing. What about you're friends, you're work and Tsunade?' To his surprise she laughed.

'So that's what this is about? Me?'

'It's always been about you', he mumbled.

'I thought I was very clear about my feelings. And as for my friends, if they're my real friends they'll understand. But you- you're coming clean now. Do you like me at all?'

He looked at her face. Her cheeks were still wet, but her eyes were determined. He felt his heart thump-this was the women he fell in love with. He quickly lay on the floor and pulled her on top.

'Well now, that depends on how persuasive you can be.', he said in a low husky voice.

She smirked and captured his lips in a wet heated kiss. His hands wandered up and down her body, trying to feel as much of her as possible. He started massaging her breast while she rubbed his member through the fabric of his pants. He groaned and started thrusting into her hand. They both quickly undressed.

Sakura quickly wrapped her fingers around his member and started sucking, deep-throating him from the beginning. Kakashi let out a moan from deep in his chest. He caught her and pulled her up. She understood, positioning herself above his cock. He put his hands on her hips and guided her down.

They moaned in unison. Sakura set up a slow pace to get accustomed to the little bolt of pain that coursed through her. He did enter her without preparation, and wasn't exactly small. Her hands curled up into fists, but didn't stop.

He gently kissed her, wanting to make it easier. Simultaneously he started playing with her nipple. She mewled and picked the speed up a bit. Moans broke out in the small janitor's closet. They were both completely unaware of the noises they were making, or the fact that footsteps were approaching the small cupboard.

Sakura came first, screaming his name. She was still sore and sensitive from last night. Feeling her muscles contract, Kakashi muttered her name and came deep inside her. They sat there panting, worn out and unprepared to face the truth. Kakashi made the first move. He gently nuzzled her neck.

'Are you OK?', he asked her gently. She just nodded.

'I'm sorry', he mumbled.

'Oh, sure, are you going to leave me like last night?' She tried to be tough but her facade was already cracked, and she started crying. He caught her arm and pulled her close.

'I won't leave, if you'll let me stay'

'What a stupid question, you pervert.'

The door burst open. They saw a short fat geezer looking at them.

'Oh, Kakashi-san, didn't mean to interrupt. I see you're busy so I'll leave you to your ministrations.', he said and closed the door.

They looked at each other and laughed. Everything was going to be all right.

The worst thing I ever wrote. Flames allowed.