Chapter Thirty Six:
"Not to mention the dangers of a blind shinobi in a civilian village!" Tsunade was beet red. It was probably from the paperwork on her desk. Kakashi blinked his eye at the documents. He was familiar with them. Had filled in a lot for Naruto. "Gai is a terror to the civilians on a good day."
"Gom-" Tsunade's glare silenced the defensive statement Gai was to put forward.
"Blind and lost in the middle of the village was the worst possible place to continue your feud!"
Tsunade had been going on the same for the past 15 minutes. Well Kakashi presumed as much, but he wasn't exactly paying attention. In his head, there was a pinkette with her hands on his dick.
"Are you even listening to me?!" Tsunade was right up in his face with the next blink to reality.
"Mah, unfortunately I wasn't home. He trig-"
"I don't care!" Tsunade interrupted. "He was wandering for 3 hours through the village, touching any random strangers, starting fights with fruit stands, anything could have happened and now I have 150 complaints on my desk because of some ludicrous prank war between the both of you."
"I wouldn't exactly call it a pran-"
"And you are both going to clean this up. Starting with-"
Kakashi tuned out again. Her mouth on his dick when he woke up. Holy Kami, was there anything sweeter? Naked and warm in his bed all night, easy to rile and heavy handed when hot and wanting.
He wondered if she would be open to a bit of chakra in the bedroom. Or… kitchen. If Tsunade hadn't have sent the messenger in sight of her, he could have been having a very different morning.
He hadn't showered yet and he could smell her lust on his skin, it was like having her with him, clinging to his body like she didn't want to leave.
Alas, she had returned to her apartment, to her beloved hospital.
He grumbled in his own thoughts.
Maybe he was becoming more like his pack, wanting her close all the time. Within touching distance. Smelling distance.
"Is that clear?!" Tsunade bristled, her eyes cutting at both Gai and Kakashi.
Gai bowed deeply, accepting her words with some version of a passionate rant.
Kakashi just blinked slowly at her. "You are far from innocent, you will assist him with this, or you will be sanctioned to Rank D's for the next 6 months. Do not test me Hatake!"
Kakashi gave her the accepting words she wanted to hear without tying himself to anything.
Perhaps teleporting Gai down to the streets and pointing him in the direction of his house wasn't exactly the 'best' he could have done. But he had a half-naked kunoichi in his apartment, what was he supposed to do?
Sakura found him reading Icha Icha against a tree in the park whilst Gai was counting aloud and speed planting the flowers he apparently ruined during his epic battle with the invisible beast last night.
"Don't even start, I heard from the staff at the hospital." she began, lifting the book out of his hands, closing it and slapping its hard binding against his shoulder before dumping it in his lap. "I told you to escort him home."
"I gave guidance."
"The implication was that you'd remove the jutsu." she sneered.
"Instruction were unclear." Kakashi replied, pocketing the book and rising to his feet. "Got time?"
"Time for what?" she asked, sickly sweet, one eye cast to locate Gai before stepping up to her partner. "You want a quickie in the park?" she whispered. "To finish our morning?"
"Hm." His hands reached out but she batted them off.
"Tough. I heard you'd been fined for all of the damage and went to talk to Tsunade about what happened and instead, I got myself an extra shift at the clinic for being drawn into your stupidity." She slapped another hand at his shoulder. "Last time I try to save you from her wrath." she huffed. "And!" she started again, another slap to his frame. "What were you doing stealing supplies from the hospital store." She had heard a crazy rumour at the nurses station that two of the new interns were using the storeroom to hook up and had witnessed the copy nin taking supplies.
"You w-"
"I know why." she cut him off. "But you said you'd never set foot in a hospital under any circumstances. So if you're violating that, you can come in and let me do your annual physical." There was a lot of overdue paperwork under Kakashi's name at the hospital.
She turned at the sound of an exclamation from Gai-sensei, a revelation about the lifeline of the flowers he was re-planting no doubt.
"If you want to get physical with me, you just have to ask." His arms came around her from behind. In broad daylight, in the park, with civilians and nin alike walking around them. His masked lips against her neck. "You don't need to role play doctors and nurses." he chuckled darkly. The same voice he used when he had a lewd idea forming in his head. Usually Icha Icha inspired. "Although, your nurse uniform does do things for me."
"Yeah, it's what you see when I'm saving your life. Again." she scoffed lightly. "You're drawing eyes." she softly commented, noting the passing gaze of affectionate shinobi in public, it didn't usually happen.
"You want me to blind them all?" he offered with a laugh, his hands coming together in front of her, seals poised to cast.
"No." she clasped her own hands over his to keep them from a jutsu. "You are having far too much fun with those jutsu."
"Hm." He trailed his nose alongside her neck, into her hairline with a deep breath. "I have other ideas."
"Sakura-san!" Gai finally realised her presence and sprung up onto his feet to greet her with two thumbs up.
Kakashi's possessive arms still remained over her and Gai launched into a speech of the power of love.
"You. Me. A certain chair in my apartment." Kakashi whispered to her ear, ignorant of the way she was trying, and failing, to concentrate on what Gai was saying. "Take away your sight and listen to you moan for me as I played with your body."
"Kakashi." she hissed under her breath as Gai launched into a handstand before her, using it to demonstrate some point he was making as he made shapes with his legs.
"Not knowing where I would touch next, trusting me. Fully. Completely." His tone darkened, like the trust was what was getting him off then and there. "Stay with me tonight. I'll make it worth your while." His fingers ghosted lines down her arms as he released her from the embrace.
"You need to make this right." She wheeled to Kakashi with a finger out, gesture to the ruined flowerbeds. "Instead of reading this" she pulled the Icha Icha from his front pocket. "And letting Gai-sensei do all the hard work. You're just as much to blame."
"Sakura-chan!" Gai's eyes sparkled as she levelled out his rival with mere words.
"Oh," she turned to face Gai, sliding Icha Icha into her pouch and withdrawing a letter. "This came from Lee-san." Gai's eyes shimmered for half a second before the tears started and he cradled the letter like a child. "Tsunade said he should be returning to the village in a month or so." The additional news pushed Gai over the emotional edge and he wailed with happiness, sprawled prone on the dirt of the flowerbeds.
Sakura shared a look with Kakashi at his comrade, but she pointedly tapped the book in her pouch, nodding at the ruined flowers.
"Tonight." he spoke to her, a dirty smile playing on his lips, visible even through the mask.
"What are you doing?" Sakura asked as she let herself into his apartment and followed the sounds to his bedroom.
Half of her expected to find something perverted being set up, like ropes or candles. Instead, he was taking half of his wardrobe from hangers and into drawers.
"Hn." Came the reply.
"You lost a blade or something?" She peered around the wardrobe door as if to help him search.
"Hn." He stood with eyes scrutinising the wooden object before him.
"Okay." Sakura spoke with an exhale. Some of Kakashi's grunts weren't always able to be understood. This seemed to be one of those times. "I'll go make a pot of tea."
She took herself into his kitchen, listening to his movements as he walked from the bedroom to the bathroom to clatter some objects and then back again.
"Tsunade's cleared me for missions." Sakura passed by way of update, voice raised above the clatter.
"Hm."
"Said she had a few you might want to look at on the board too." She paused to listen to the dresser drawer open. He'd probably lost his spare hitai-ate. She made a mental note to visit the equipment store and get him another. "Any preference for what kind you want to do next?"
"You coming with me?" He finally strung together a sentence, the movement stopped as he waited for an answer.
"Depends on what it is… but yeah." she agreed. "I'm not doing anything that involves going to Frost for a while though." she added, her shoulder would not be happy with the temperatures there.
"Not frost." he spoke, his voice sounding distant and distracted.
She set up the teapot and their respective favourite mugs, fingers tapping against the counter as she waited for it to boil.
And she realised the noises from the bedroom has ceased.
She wrapped her fingers around the doorframe and hinged her body to swing her head away from the noise of the kettle. Nope, nothing heard in the bedroom.
"You find what you were looking for?" she asked softly. Curiosity building.
There was a good chance this was all just a kinky game and she would be walking in to something sordid, yet enjoyable.
He'd been reading the fourth Icha Icha that morning and she may have been slightly aware there was a chapter in there about masturbation using clones, so… he could have been influenced by that.
She still had it in her pouch actually.
With a smile to herself she stepped out of the kitchen and withdrew the book, setting it on the coffee table for him.
She'd been past the park on her way to his apartment, the flower beds looked better than ever. She wasn't stupid, she knew it would have been 99% Gai and 1% of Kakashi effort, but, she could hardly blame him for that when he'd suffered being chained to Gai for half the day. He was probably exhausted from that alone.
Sakura smiled to herself, he'd probably crashed on the bed and gone to sleep. Explained the lack of response.
She wasn't going to let him live that down, the old man comments were going to be fast and fierce.
Except she stepped into his bedroom to find him facing the windows, focus on whatever was happening outside. Sakura joined him hip to hip, casting her eyes over the scenery.
And then she realised Kakashi was watching with his sharingan.
"Trouble?" she asked, touching a hand to his to gain his attention.
"Possibly." he cryptically supplied, his lips curving into a smile under the mask. "They haven't had to resort to this before."
"What?" Panic tickled her senses. "Do we need to go?"
"Hm. Although perhaps I could lend a hand to this situation, it would not be proper to intervene." He finally lifted his gaze from the window and turned to her a distinctive curve of a grin featured behind his mask.
"This isn't anything like what I think it is, is it?" she guessed. There was no threat outside, no danger, no trouble. If there was, Kakashi wouldn't still be there, standing in his apartment.
He certainly wouldn't be stepping up to her body.
Definitely wouldn't be leering at her the way he did when he was thinking about getting her naked.
And she absolutely would not be feeling an erection against her hip. "Do I even want to know what perverted happenings you were watching?"
He tumbled her in his grip until she was facing his windows with his arms around her.
Much like they had been at the park.
Though this time, with a hard on cradled between her the globes of her arse, he stepped her up until she was resting her hands on the glass.
"The apartment opposite, top floor, the second window from the left." She followed his direction until her eyes were on the window described.
Kakashi's hands bracketed on her hips and he rolled his groin against her in slow deliberate motions.
"So what, they're fucking like rabbits?"
"Usually." he answered, shameless in his viewing of the salacious actions of Konoha residents. "But a certain buzzing sound happened to come to my ears whilst I was so selflessly making room for you in my closet."
"You were making room for me in your closet?" She tilted her head around his arm, seeing clearly the space he had created for her. A warmth growing in her chest.
"It appears Shirito can no longer satisfy his woman by himself." Kakashi continued. "Although, certain considerations have to be made, applause where due for being willing to recognise his shortcomings and turn to battery assisted aid."
"Wait… what does this mean?" Sakura asked, her eyes seeking his, even if she did have to crane her neck from his fixed position against her.
"Old age." he suggested with a shrug. "Possibly she's simply developed past his skills set, it coul-"
"The space in your wardrobe, you pervert!" She jabbed an elbow at him and created the room to turn to face him.
"It means you have somewhere to leave your clothes." Missing the curve of her ass against his groin, he moved in closer, stepping her back until she had her back pressed to the glass of his windows, his body caging her against him. "Same as the space in the bathroom." He dipped his head, meeting her skin against her neck, as he liked best. Mask down, bare lipped kisses were fluttered along her neck and chest.
It was the furthest she'd ever gone with any male partner, she usually jumped ship before things got that serious. But she had no fear, no concern, no worry. Just a swelling warmth.
"Wait." She pulled back from his body for a moment. "Did you say Shirito?"
"Hm." He regained his ground, bringing her presence back flush to him, as he liked best.
"The same Shirito that has the fruit stall at the edge of the market?"
"Hm."
"I bought a melon from him this morning." Sakura offered, dumbstruck by the revelation.
"Oh, he handles melons well, I wouldn't worry." he teased.
A compassionate slap reached his arm and the assailant narrowed her eyes.
"How am I meant to make small talk with him now?!" she hissed. "All I'll be able to think about is this."
"Well, if you need something else to think about." He left the sentence open and his mouth smothered shut around the pulse in her neck, fingers igniting flames of passion along her body as he roamed her curves with purpose.
He knew what he was doing.
The heat of his acts spread, uncurling her desire for him like a cat awaking from a nap, a long heavy stretch of her limbs and then her lust was wide awake, seeking him, reaching for him.
She claimed his lips to give all of her appreciation and desire back to him in his kiss.
Her hands settling down his body, one to clutch the back of his jonin shirt, the other to rub the outline of his erection as it was trapped between their bodies.
"There was a mention of some mindblowing sex if I came over." Sakura whispered against his lips, knowing full well it would fuel the fire of his need just to hear her comment about it. "Something about trust." The magic word had the exact effect she hoped it would, trust was a giant turn on for him and he was tugging her away from the window and to his bed, his hands on the red vest she wore. "About a chakra blindfold." she continued to tease, raising her arms to assist him in removing her top in one sweeping motion up and off her. Her breast bindings were still covering his prize though. She was back in her full nin garb now she was cleared for active duty.
"Mah, I've had other ideas since then." Kakashi's voice danced over her skin as he banded her close and unsealed the end of her bindings, happy to task his hands with the quick left to right pass of cotton until her breasts were his for the taking. Naked and aroused.
"Yeah?" she asked breathless. "Like what?"
She intended the words as a tease, to taunt his actions onwards at speed.
Instead, he stopped just before his lips sealed around a nipple. He tilted his face up to her, inches from her breasts, one grey eye and one red sharingan drawing her in.
"I have a better idea." he announced, with just enough of an ominous twinge she was reconsidering her question. "Do you trust me?" He was asking permission, for whatever perverted idea had entered his mind like a brilliant beam of light.
Did she trust him?
With her life.
With her death.
With her happiness.
With her body.
Kami, yes. All of the above. Again and again.
He always proved he was 100% for her. He wouldn't fail her.
"Yes." she answered, feeling like she was saying an entirely different set of words, a set of words that would have been a confession of love.
And perhaps, she considered, seeing the beauty bloom on his face in response, for nin, they did have a different set of words.
Love was something that could be fabricated, could be used to manipulate them, could destroy them and all they held dear. It was three words used to gain political favour or alliance between villages.
But trust, it wasn't as easily given, it didn't come back once it had been shattered.
It was one chance and done. "I trust you." she whispered to him, relaxing against his hold and letting him live his fantasy.
Instead, his lips surged up to meet hers, his hands were pulling eagerly on the shorts she wore, the weapons disarmed from her with expert skill, the pouch and belt that held all of her supplies thrown against the wall with a thud and she was lifted and placed lovingly atop his bed, her back to his headboard and he sat back on his heels opposite her.
And then the sharingan started spinning.
Sakura felt the water against her head, dripping from the ends of her hair onto her thighs. She felt the hard porcelain under her knees. Felt the fingers that curled under her chin and lifted her gaze.
From where she was, knelt in his shower, she was at the perfect height to suck him.
And his encouragement was as such, his other hand wrapped around his length, lifting the tip to offer it to her.
She opened her mouth, closed her eyes against the fall of the water and he slid himself into the heat of her mouth.
Her tongue massaged the underside of him and she hollowed her cheeks to draw him in.
"Everytime I shower, it's all I think about."
Sakura blinked herself back to his bedroom. He was down to his jonin pants, palm pressed against a raging erection. Excitement bubbling in his features, breath heavy and wanting.
"What else?" she asked softly, trying to calm the throbbing in her chest. "What else do you think about? Show me."
Sakura was kneeling again, but this time it wasn't the shower. It was on pricey hardwood in a large open room. Neither was she naked. She was wearing lingerie, matching cut and style that showcased her figure.
And she wasn't the only one.
There were at least 50 copies of her, clones of her chakra, all in the same attire, all around the room.
And she recognised the room, a large room she had sat on a tree with Kakashi and tried not to look too much at.
He'd placed her front and centre of his fantasy about the Icha Icha cult they had saved the princess from. Only all the women were now Sakura, and- the door opened and Kakashi stepped through, body paint in his hands.
Lord of the manor had returned and the girls, all of them, ran to greet him, to kiss his hands, to accept his gift, to undress their master and their fellow concubines, to draw shapes on each others bodies.
Sakura returned to the present to the feeling of a mouth on her nipple, a finger drawing circles around her other ones, like body paint on a cultist.
"I'm not even surprised." she commented.
He paused to raise an eyebrow, as if to accept her challenge.
She was running, through woods and trees, over rocks and branches. Not full speed, not by any shot, and there was no panic flooding her system.
Just… arousal.
She stopped and turned back, seeing Kakashi burst through the trees, predatory grin behind his mask, eyes alive with a rush of energy.
He was holding a red vest, a red vest that looked a lot like hers. He brought it up to his nose and inhaled deeply, eyes closed and breathing in bliss.
"You better keep running." His voice was deep and gravely. Dark and desirable.
"You'll never find me." she challenged with a laugh and her hands went to her breast bindings, unravelling the end and she set off into the woods again, letting them come apart off her with each swing of her arms to push her forward.
Giggles kept bubbling out of her mouth as she darted left and right, avoiding arms of his clones until she ran straight into the real one. Chest to chest, alive with the thrill of the chase he claimed what was left of her bindings off her chest.
"Not many chances left now Sakura. If I catch you, you're mine. All. Night."
Her back was to the bed, his mouth between her legs shooting her direct to heaven. He managed a lift of his gaze back to her and she was gone again, tumbling into another fantasy.
Dressed up in the finest linens money could buy, she was at the head of a table, head filled with rage, screaming obscenities at the occupant in her firing line.
"Incompetent man, you had one job!" she heard herself say, fist slamming on the table and bouncing cutlery to clatter loudly.
Servants came and buzzed around her as if she was a noble lady of the court. Each trying to appease her, failing miserably.
"Leave!" she commanded to them. "Not you!" she jabbed a finger at the man before one, the one who caused her anger. "You need to pay penance."
"With pleasure, my lady." His voice purred. He dropped to his knees before her and lifted her skirts, her many layers, crawling to her and pressing a kiss to the satin of her panties. "Allow me to worship you."
Her fingers grabbed into the silver mop of hair at her waist level.
"Do a good job, or I'll have your head."
"Yes, my lady." His fingers hooked to slide her underwear to one side, his grey and red eye disappearing under the material of her skirts as a tongue slid talentedly against her slit.
A blur of a bedroom ceiling came and went with a crest so close to an orgasm she could have convinced herself she was going to die in the following seconds.
"Kami Kakashi, faster." she moaned, heady and hungry. Her fingers were sealed tight around the cold metal of his balcony railings.
Yet she could feel the warmth of the summer sun caressing her naked skin.
He thrust into her, fingers slotting with hers on the banister.
She had one leg raised, her foot balanced on a potted plant, giving him better access to hit deeper inside her.
"Tell them how close you are." he whispered darkly against her ear, the sweat on the back of her neck sticking her hair to her back.
"Fuck, so close, so close." she cried out loudly.
"Look at them, living their pathetic lives, never knowing what I do for you." he instructed, nudging her gaze with his cheek to look down on the spectators below.
Civilians and nins all below his apartment, gazing up at the naked duo, fucking each other in the morning sun. "Tell them what I did to you this morning."
"Kakashi put his finger in my ass and licked my clit until I squirted all over his face." Sakura's voice was loud and clear, for all below to understand.
"And tell them where I am now." He led her down the sordid path.
"Fucking me on his balcony, dick deep, ugh, giving me what I need."
She came back to his apartment to fall deeply into an orgasm, to lock her knees around the head between her legs, and before she could take a proper breath she was gone again.
He'd just finished a seduction mission, returning back from an absolute babe, wiping her juices from his naked mouth, rolling his mask back up as he returned to his partner.
But his partner launched herself at him, her hands yanking down his mask, replacing any taste of the women with her own. She rubbed herself on him and pulled him out of his pants.
Reclaiming her property. Pink hair gleaming in the evening sunset as she put a kunai to his neck and demanded he know his place was for no other woman but her.
A hot hand was between her thighs as she lay on her side, focussing back on the headboard of Kakashi's bed, it guided a hard cock to run through her wetness.
"Kakashi." she whimpered, teased from each of his conjured scenes, edged from his attentions and still feeling her last orgasm vividly buzzing in her body.
"We're not even at my favourite yet." he continued, his thumbs swiping over her clit and drawing a sharp gasp.
Naked on his dining room table, she could smell the scented candles on the windowsill.
But her attention was on the warmed oil Kakashi was massaging into her skin, paying particular attention to her breasts.
Stirring her higher and higher with lust, tweaking her peaked nipple like it was a game at a festival. Rubbing the oil into her tired muscles, into her aching joints, relaxing her one minute, then back to her nipples to toy with her the next.
Gentle circles into her shoulders where she carried her tension, and then nudging her thighs apart to dive a fingers into her core.
Back to the soles of her feet, firm strokes of his thumb making her forget the miles she had walked, and then two fingers into her wet heat, thrusting inside her until she was writhing on the table.
Back in his bedroom, on his bed, rising with a loud moan from her lips, she felt him finally slide into her, sinking into her sex and drawing her back to him. Hands to his back, to the muscle of his ass as he held himself deep in her.
Alone, she sat in the warm waters of the bathhouse, one of those rare times the women's side was without the seemingly ever-present sound of gossip.
She could relax.
But she flashed her eyes back open to the sound of footsteps in the grounds. And found Kakashi, head to toe in ANBU, crouched atop the water in front of her.
"Stand up." he spoke. Tone strict and unwavering.
"How did you get in here?"
"I said stand up." he repeated.
"K-Kakashi, this is the women's baths!" She covered her breasts with one arm, despite being safely under the water.
"You dare to disobey a superior officer?" he taunted her and withdrew a kunai from his pouch, slow and purposeful. "I said stand-up, Rookie."
So she rose, standing in the waters, naked before him. "Beautiful" he commented, a long, slow blink absorbing everything he saw before him. "Now turn around and bend over."
"I will not."
"I'll have you deranked." he threatened darkly. "Turn around." he instructed. "And bend over. Show me how hot I make you."
So Sakura turned slowly, an innocent expression passed over her shoulder as she bent at the waist and exposed herself.
"Hn." Kakashi voice above her. "Want to see my favourite?"
Entirely rhetorical as she lost sensation after his next thrust into her.
"I don't understand, Sensei." Sakura stood in her classroom at the academy, except Kakashi was stood on her side of the desk this time.
"It's quite simple, you didn't do the reading I requested, did you?"
"But, I don't want to read Icha Icha Sensei, I've heard it's dirty." Innocent and naïve, completely trusting of her sensei, she stepped forward, cupping her hand to her mouth despite there being no one else in the classroom. "Am I really allowed to read it?"
"Encouraged." he enthused back to her, one hand in her pink hair reassuringly. "How else will you learn how to charm a man?"
"Oh… I'm sorry, I didn't think of that."
"You won't be a real Kunoichi until you've complete a seduction mission, and if you can't pass this class…" He left the threat dangling.
"No, please Sensei. I'll do anything, anything. Please let me become a real Kunoichi."
"You'll need to start reading Icha Icha." She nodded at his instruction. "Every night before bed. And," He leaned in across the desk to her. "You'll have to start masturbating to it, every night." Sakura took a pen from the desk, scribbling his notes on paper. "But… you have fallen so far behind, you might not pass the practical test."
"Sensei, please. All I want to do is pass."
"I suppose I could offer some one to one tuition, in my own time…"
"Please Sensei, I'll be a good student." she promised, doe-eyed and willing.
"A good student would have done the reading though." He tilted his head, as if to be deep in thought about her position.
"I'm so sorry." She bowed low to her superior, the short skirt she was wearing pulled up high as she bent, displaying her ass to the empty classroom.
A wicked idea bloomed.
"If you truly are contrite, then, I guess I should punish you so we can put this behind us."
"H-hai Kakashi-Sensei."
"If that's what you want?" Lured to his ways, she did exactly as he asked, begging him to punish her.
Unsurprisingly, Kakashi took pity on the poor student under his care and had her willingly bend over his lap, lift her unbelievably short skirt and ask him to spank her with the Icha Icha book that she didn't read.
Sakura came back to an orgasm that ripped through her, blazing a trail in every nerve and shaking her muscles like they'd been working at full power all day. Kakashi groaned through his own finish, loud and long and rested his head on her shoulder as he held himself above her.
"You are such a pervert." Sakura offered with a laugh once they'd both restored their systems to some form of normality.
He chuckled into her shoulder before rolling to the side of her, withdrawing fully and stretching out his limbs on the bed.
She relaxed, thoroughly blissed out, eyes on the open wardrobe door that showcased the space he made for her. Welcoming her fully into his life, into his home. Into his head.
She couldn't remember the last time she had felt so… content. Not just happy, but a maintained happiness.
"Hey." She shoved a hand at her partner suddenly.
"Hn?"
"You made me forget about the tea I was making."
"Hm, you can make me some tomorrow morning."
His arms came around her as he rolled her into a sleeping position and exhaled heavily against her skin.