Opening lyric lines belong to the song "XXX" by Crushing Velvet. You can probably just consider that the theme song, since it's the inspiration for the whole idea.
Comments: Part 2. Back in the real world. Things will be less PWP for a while as reality creeps in through the corners, but rest assured: Kakashi still has a dirty, dirty mind.
Sountrack for this chapter: Interpol - "Evil"
Lucid
2 – I wanna hold the hand that leads me to your city
The ground blurred in front of him: cement, grass. Wooden canal bridge. More cement. Shrubs and lawns. Street gutters.
It was the sight one enjoyed when walking to the Hidden Leaf's mission headquarters, the slow way of course. Through the Academy district and the street market, past the monuments, even a quick saunter around the interior training grounds because Kakashi would never be on time if he could be late. The Hokage said to report in the morning, and he was nobly determined to show up at exactly eleven fifty-six a.m. He liked to consider it his ninja way, though Naruto might not have appreciated his abuse of the phrase.
Besides prolonging the inevitable, the extra exercise helped to begin the preliminary attempts at what would, undoubtedly, turn out to be an excruciating effort to clear his head—which had been keeping itself busy with images of his former genin performing a number of unchildlike acts. On his bodily person and her own. Kakashi'd spent an extensive conference with his hand that morning getting over the novelty of the idea, and now he was beginning to just wish it would go away.
Far far away because Tsunade's office was where Haruno Sakura spent half her time and if his luck went the way it usually did she'd be there and he'd inevitably spend the entire meeting not looking at her. Not that he looked at her either way under normal circumstances, but she'd never been front and center for his wet dreams before, either.
"Well look at this, Copy-nin Kakashi without his head in a book. Somewhere a kitten must be dying."
Miss Kurenai here had been front and center more than once. Her legs were fabulous and her chest was almost as generous as the fifth Hokage's. It was easy to stare at it when she stood half-blocking the entryway. Kakashi smiled at her under his mask; distraction was a commodity never to be wasted.
"You know I would never harm a kitten, Kurenai, even by proxy." He put an extra lewd stress on the word 'kitten' just for kicks. She laughed, deep and beautiful. Since he met her Kakashi still thought of waterfalls over rocks every time he heard it.
"Sure. But I bet you know four ways to skin one if you ever decided otherwise."
"Five, thank you."
A grin waved him on, and as she headed toward the street, she reminded him over her shoulder that Asuma was counting on him showing up for dinner and please not to let her fiancé drink too much. Figuring the more distractions to be the better, it was easy for Kakashi to nod in reply.
Soon enough Kurenai was gone, disappeared around the bend in the alley, and the headquarters loomed above him. Eleven fifty-two a.m. and counting. Sakura was probably in there somewhere, shuffling paperwork. Bent over a book trying to fill her brain with medical jargon. Maybe she was bent over the book because she'd dropped it on the floor and had to lean down to pick it up, arching at the waist and letting her cute ass hang in the air.
Cute ass?
Well, that was just pathetic, wasn't it. Kakashi snorted and pushed open the double doors.
Inside people milled about, going over the contents of file folders or dodging bodies in the hallway's round-the-clock traffic. The lobby boasted a reception desk and giant display boards of current team listings. The entire place breathed a collegiate, business-like flow, if one ignored, of course, the weapons, masks, and the occasional body disfigurement. He drifted past doing exactly that, having stopped noticing them almost as soon he first stepped into this building at the violent age of seven.
Third floor, second hallway, and right into the Hokage's office: Sakura, Ibiki, and the lady Sanin herself were already waiting for him. Sakura waved, and he nodded coolly. The interrogator didn't wave, but Kakashi nodded at him anyway, distantly curious as to the man's presence but happy to dismiss that curiosity as easily as it appeared. He glanced at the clock, and when he looked back saw Tsunade scowling at him.
"It's eleven fifty-nine, Kakashi. I told you to come early this morning."
"I apologize, Hokage. I had to stop to rescue a friend from a loveless, sure-to-be regretful engagement."
A soft voice murmured "Liar," but Kakashi was being studiously polite in sending all the disinterest he could in that direction.
"Did you succeed?" Ibiki wanted to know. The Copy-nin thought of Kurenai and the dinner date he still had with Asuma.
"...No."
"All the better for your non-existent friend," Tsunade snapped, and thrust out a scroll. "This is your next mission. You have some down time before you have to go, so make the most of it. Sakura can explain some of the salient details. Congratulations, Hatake. Once again you've succeeded in being so late I don't have time for your personal report. There better be six full pages on my desk by sunrise tomorrow."
"Yes, Hokage," he acquiesced. Always the peacemaker, was good old Kakashi. Tsunade frowned at his easy concession, then dismissed it and him as well.
As he walked out, his former student trailing behind him, Kakashi stuffed the scroll into his flak jacket and let his eye glance surreptitiously over his shoulder. All he saw was her short skirt and the fishnet accessorizing. Beneath that flimsy material were legs that just last night had been squeezing his thighs and pressing down on him in delicious ways.
"Kakashi-sensei," she began brightly, "I know the medic you're going to be partnered with, and the Hokage wants me to explain to you the details of the medications and toxins your team is going to be guarding during transport. Some of the samples are extremely delicate. Kakashi-sensei, the floor in here is not that interesting, I know because I stare at it a lot myself. Are you even listening to me?"
You're not paying attention to me, she'd said while practically molesting him in his own home. And that just before going down on his cock like the act was a special new jutsu she wanted to show off.
"Kakashi," he corrected, and immediately regretted it. What a difference a little subconscious fraternization made. He added, "Just Kakashi."
"Huh?"
He stopped when he realized her feet weren't hitting the ground behind him anymore, and turned to look. He was especially careful to stare only at her face, though it didn't do much good because he remembered vividly the way that same face had looked while she licked her way up his chest.
"It's been ages, Sakura," a couple years at best, but that could be ages if you looked at it the right way, "since I've been your sensei." Not that he cared how long it had been, but still. Having her call him by the honorific at this point only added an extra layer of perversion to the already perverted scenario.
"Okay," she answered, confused but smiling in a shy, flattered way. She probably thought he was saying it because he was proud of her, which just made Kakashi want to sucker-punch himself a little. Of course he was proud of her and of course he considered her a valuable fellow ninja. She didn't have to look so fucking elated about hearing it from the horse's mouth.
But maybe that was the guilt talking.
Now at ease, Sakura had started in on a long-winded break down of everything he would need to know before heading out next time. It gave Kakashi time to think about a great many things she would have balked to know he was imagining. Things like the feel of her heals digging into his calves as she rode him up and down, or the hot sensation of her breath under his chin, painting the hollow above his adam's apple with her taste.
Then again, did he even know what she tasted like? This girl talking to him right now?
No, he didn't. He had no idea, he never would, and it was time to stop assuming that the person in his dream had anything to do with Haruno Sakura.
"Kakashi-sensei…Kakashi. Is everything okay?" He blinked back to reality, where the girl in question waited patiently, looking every inch her years in the midday sunlight.
"Yep," he replied, and swallowed his thoughts with a smile that she couldn't see. "Everything's just right, Sakura." To drive the point home—to himself as well as her, and in more ways than one—he reached out and ruffled her hair. She batted his hand away.
"Hey, none of that! I'm not twelve."
When statements like this were made the morning after a dream like the one he'd just had, Kakashi felt renewed certainty that fate and the world conspired to make his life miserable. And when he was really making an effort on the noble distance thing, too! His nature didn't exactly fall under the 'nice guy' type by default.
He retracted his hand with comically exaggerated apology, pulled out his Icha Icha novel, and said, "That's very true. Bye, Sakura!"
In an instant she faded into a background of swirling pink and white, and Kakashi happily reappeared on a rooftop somewhere far, far away.
