Last chapter! Have some smut as a gift ;)

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"Thought you would be still in the office," Kakashi remarks.

Sachi was lying on her bed, glancing at him through her ceiling mirror. She wasn't happy to see him, but she was looking like shit, so maybe it didn't have anything to do with him.

"Are you grounded?"

"I deeply regret not taking your signature from the security seals. You would be so dead right now," Sachi mutters darkly. "Thanks to you I've become the boogieman that mothers will scare their children with when they misbehave, and jōnin senseis will threaten their students with. 'The Watchtower will turn you into soup if you don't listen. I've seen it happen,' they will say," Sachi rants, sighing dramatically. "I will starve because now the vendors won't sell me groceries, and no one is going to be my friend because they're afraid I'm gonna kill them."

Sachi was joking, but Kakashi could hear real concern in it. The Watchtower held the lives of everyone in the village, and they spent five years in blissful ignorance until they were reminded that if Sachi so wished, they would die a very painful death. There was a reason as to why Sachi didn't advertise how she ended the war or the extent of her abilities.

Sachi was not a god, and she never wanted to be; but could take their lives like one.

"I know why you're here for," Sachi turns her head to look at him. He was perched on her windowsill, playing with her very nice curtains. "Are you afraid of me or what?"

"Never," Kakashi lied and stepped inside. "Are you afraid of me?"

"Sometimes," Sachi admits, sitting up. "I did promise you, so..."

"You could look more excited," Kakashi tries to tease, but Sachi is clearly not in the mood.

Whatever was the aftermath of her showdown with Uragiri, it must have been bad. Kakashi himself was called to the office, where his sensei was very sorry that some off-brand hunter nin nearly beheaded him, and that he would make sure it didn't happen again. Kakashi had tried to argue that it wasn't Sachi's fault, but Minato thought otherwise. Something about 'games' and 'risky gambles'.

Minato told him to take some time off work, and he was not to contact Sachi until they solved the issue. But Kakashi didn't have that sort of time.

"I'm not."

Kakashi sits beside her on the bed. He didn't like that look on her face, as if she was defeated. Sachi had done nothing wrong, and maybe Kakashi has been doing his job for too long, but he was glad those bastards died the way they did. Not because they were trying to kill him, but because they underestimated Sachi.

Kakashi was proud of her.

"Maybe I should go to Psych, afterall," Kakashi wonders out loud.

"How come?" Sachi questions. "You don't dare to step on the north-western sector because of them."

"... you really have all my moves memorized, don't you?"

"Comes with the job," Sachi sighs, minutely relaxing with the small talk. "I don't have all night, Kakashi. Tomorrow I'm expected early."

He hums, it sounded like trouble. "You promised."

"That I did. Come on, I know you have questions," she prods, nervous.

Kakashi had the upper hand this time, and he knew perfectly well why. "I never saw what my mother looked like," he began. "My father didn't have any photographs of her, or portraits, and I never asked him for details." Sakumo had mourned her so deeply that Kakashi didn't dare to ask about her. That grief killed his father, Kakashi knew. "He never spoke about her, and I didn't know what her name was until he got so drunk one night that he forgot himself."

Hatake Sakumo hadn't been one for hard alcohol, but he was but a man with his faults and sins. He was a strict teacher, and he drilled the life of a ninja the moment Kakashi was able to crawl. Kakashi hadn't understood until later that Sakumo wanted to train him how to protect himself. When Kakashi achieved this, his father killed himself. Not a very good Academy graduation present.

"He told me 'You have Fuki's smile'." The curtains flutter in the wind, and Kakashi watches them until the knot in his throat loosens. "I never knew if that was true or not, if I really took after her or him."

Sachi doesn't say anything.

"You asked me if I wanted to see her, as if there was something you could do about it. As if you could show me my mother even though you… You hadn't met her, or my father, for that matter," Kakashi sighs. "But you did, didn't you?"

"I haven't met them," Sachi says, and that's true. "But you did."

Kakashi chuckles, and he wonders if it's anxiety or he finds it funny that Sachi was still being a mysterious bitch, even now. "My mother died before I had my first birthday. No one can remember so far back in their lives…" Kakashi glances at her with his good eye, and she stares right ahead, not facing him. "... unless they're you."

Kakashi lifts a hand to brush a lock of hair behind her ear, exposing the scars that were covered by it. Three sets, two foreign and one his. Sachi let him do it, although she was eyeing him warily. He drops his hand, and falls back on the bed, the ceiling giving him a perfect view of Sachi's tense shoulders.

"You showed me my own memories," Kakashi states, and he doesn't let her deny it. Sachi doesn't try, and so he continues. "Somehow, you were able to dig through my mind and show a memory of my mother…" he trails off. "That time during the war, when you helped me sleep before going back to the frontlines, you… You did the same thing."

The wind is chilly, but Kakashi has goosebumps for another reason completely. "I thought about how weird it was, you know? But I trusted you, and you showed me a beautiful dream where my teammates were alive. It didn't hit me until recently that it wasn't a dream at all; but a memory."

Sachi didn't have magic hands, or put drugs in his food. What she did was manipulate memories, his own and everyone else's. "You said you made a mistake. Why?"

"What I did to you… You didn't know. You trusted me, and I abused that trust to do what I wanted to you," she confesses quietly. "For that I am sorry."

He scoffed. "You are not. You were sorry I realized."

"That too."

Sachi is genuinly ashamed of what she did, and Kakashi wonders what prompted her to do it at all, if she knew she would regret it. Was her desire to help him so urgent or was it another one of her games?

"You tried to help me, why are you apologizing?"

"Because… the way I did it was wrong. It's not fair for other people to not be aware of what I do to them, even if I have good intentions."

"... that sounds like Kasui."

Sachi makes a face. "He scolded me when he found out."

"You do this regularly, then?" Kakashi questions. "Play shrink?"

"No. I only did it in the war," Sachi answers him, frowning at the word 'play'. "They… They had nightmares too."

"And you didn't, because you don't dream."

"... yes," she amends. "I'm starting to think you actually listen to what I'm saying."

More than she would ever know.

"How do you do it?"

Her face falls, and Kakashi sees genuine fear in her eyes. Sachi was the type of person that would hide everything, even the good things, just to keep those around her happy. Even if that meant lying to them to the point that they weren't sure if she had ever said the truth. That's what made Kakashi hate her, the fact that she kept everything in the shadows while nothing escaped her keen eyes.

It wasn't fair.

"It's… complicated..."

"Don't even try," Kakashi warns sternly.

That was another thing he hated about her; if something didn't go her way, Sachi ran away. She was good at it too, and Kakashi would hold onto her as much as possible when they crossed paths. Because if he didn't, he might not see her again.

"Kakashi, you have to understand that… You know what? Fuck it. You wanna see, then watch."

Sachi turns to him, and Kakashi gets a glimpse of a black figure on her palms before she's slapping them on his temples. An odd sensation, similar to a Yamanaka performing a mental swipe, Kakashi finds himself falling and falling until he opens his eyes.

And when he does, he sees light.

"Am I dead?"

"No." Kakashi turns, or tries to, but where Sachi should be there's a luminous humanoid shape. "This is your mind, Kakashi."

Kakashi looks around, but the only thing he sees it's an infinite whiteness that spreads and spreads, only broken by strands that float and curl lazily around.

"Those things are your memories. See?" Sachi reaches out and brings one towards him, and the white background turns into a movie that shows him preparing his morning coffee. "This is your life, right here."

"... what about those things?" Kakashi makes an attempt to point to the several spots with an amalgam of messy strands, just like balls of yarn that were suspended mid-air.

"Nightmares," she simply says. "Or unresolved trauma. The memories that are not properly processed get… tangled. They loop and overlap with other memories, which is how dreams and nightmares happen, and why they seem so random, or so real."

Kakashi takes that in with caution, and yet he knows Sachi hadn't trapped him in a genjutsu. "This is how you do it, then? You pick a nice memory and loop it?"

"... yes." She confirms, and Kakashi can tell she was miffed that he figured it out so quickly. "Sometimes I detangle those things, but they come back. Sometimes they get worse."

"Huh."

That was his mind, and though it doesn't sink in just yet, Kakashi understands that his mind isn't the best. There were dozens of tangled memories, floating and crashing against more and more strands and getting bigger.

He really needed to get to Psych.

"Ugh—" They exit his mind in a blink, and he's glad that he's laying down, as a sudden wave of vertigo spins his world.

"So? What do you say?"

"That's some strange party trick you have."

She kicks him lightly. "Take this seriously or I'm not going to say anything else."

He recovers quickly enough, having gone through hangovers much worse than whatever Sachi did to him. "That's it?"

"That's… it?" she echoes, baffled. "Aren't you going to threaten to kill me because I went into your head without your consent? Or accuse me of going into your brain and watching your most intimate moments without you knowing about it?"

Kakashi considers it for a second and shakes his head. "I would, but then you would need to blame me for killing you, or attempting to do so a hundred or so times. I think we're even."

She squints her golden eyes at him, and for a moment there she was, his Sachi. "You're taking this nicely," she notes.

"I get that your teammates know about your tricks too?"

"They didn't like it," she confesses, and hears sadness in it. "They beat me up for it, so we're even too. I'm glad you didn't try to kill me this time."

"Maybe I will after you tell me everything." Kakashi takes her hand into his but sees only smooth skin. "I want to know."

"Careful with what you ask, Kakashi," she warns, but it holds deeper meaning. "Here." Sachi's palms flicker and Kakashi can see two overlapping diamonds, black as ink. "What do you think these are?"

He mulls it over as he rubs his thumb over them, tracing them gently. "A bloodline limit."

"Yes."

They disappear but Kakashi doesn't release her hands. She usually kept them covered, Kakashi going over every scar and cut, trying to will those diamonds to come back. "Sachi…"

"Hmm?"

"Are you a Kanbayashi?"

Sachi gasps and takes away her hand so fast that she physically recoils. Kakashi sits up, watching her eyes so wide and scared that it hurts him before he remembers that it's necessary. He can almost hear her heart beating, and her face has gone so pale that the moonlight makes her stand out even more.

"You—"

"Knew?" Kakashi guesses, chuckling at how she bares her teeth at him, ready to curse him out. "I do listen to you, Sachi, and when you told me that you had a clan that were focused on gathering knowledge, it wasn't that difficult to connect the dots. Also, this helped." He takes out The Old World from his vest's pocket, and Sachi's scowl deepens. "Here says that the Kanbayashi were ghosts that spied on everyone, and they had this big thing named the Archive that had all the answers in the world."

"Kakashi—"

"But it never said it was a place. So here I am, thinking about why a certain adopted Inuzuka knows too much about… everything, really. One that is able to summon memories that aren't hers. If you put two and two together, you find out that the Archive is a person, and with a bloodline limit like yours… I'm not stupid, Sachi."

"Sometimes I forget that you're a genius too, Kashi-chan." she carefully says, not coming near him. "So? What are you doing to do now?"

"Do? What is there to do?"

She rolls her eyes, cynic. "Yes, I am the Archive of the Kanbayashi; I have a millenia worth of lifetimes in my head, and much more knowledge in one place that all the libraries of the Continent and the Islands put together. I belong to a clan that documented everything, and then got massacred, before I came here and pretended that I was an Inuzuka. So, tell me, what are you going to do?" Sachi challenges. "You can ruin my life, Kakashi, so what is going to happen?"

Thus was the question.

"I'm not here to threaten you, Sachi," he reassures, but Sachi doesn't believe him. "And even if I were, you could kill me right now. Or one of your teammates would do it, perhaps even Tsume-san, or Shikaku-sama."

"You know they know."

"Kind of obvious by how they look at you," he admits. "You complained that they treated you as if you were a fragile piece of glass, but only those close to you do so. Considering what you have… It makes sense."

She shakes her head, her dark hair falling over her shoulders and loose shirt. "They don't… They don't care about the Archive. I'm the only one that can use it so… It's more about what the Archive has done to me."

Sachi's condition. A crippling disorder that made her chakra slip into her blood because her pathways were mangled beyong recognition. That had been another thing Kakashi took for granted and never asked why. Having the knowledge worth of a thousand years must have a price.

"Can you show me?"

"What, the Archive?"

"No, your scars."

Just like the first time, Sachi was openly annoyed about it. "If this is because you want to see me naked—"

"No! No," he assures. "I just… want to see them."

Kakashi waits for her, and he knows that it's another boundary that they're crossing. He doesn't know what will happen between them from then on, but he wouldn't be satisfied with just knowing that she was the Archive or had some other bullshit that he didn't care about.

"Okay," she sighs. "But if this gives you nightmares, I'm not helping you."

Sachi gets up and hooks her shirt over her head in one fluid motion, leaving her entire upper body bare. Then her shorts, keeping only her black panties on. Kakashi's blood might have gone south, but instead it froze in his veins when he saw her scars.

"Here they are," she says in a strangled manner.

Sachi's back had six major scars, melted skin that had been healed in a rush with minor burns Kakashi knew were because of too much concentrated chakra. Her skin was marbled with scars, big and ragged, thin and long. Her spine is one big scar, and it crawls over her shoulders and down the back of her legs that her clothes had kept covered all this time.

When she turns around, Kakashi notices that they're mirrored. The six big scars on her back were on her front too, and he can only say, "Oh."

"Oh," Sachi echoes, not bothering to cover her breasts. "Disgusted yet?" she asks, regarding him with an odd look. "It's okay, I know they aren't the prettiest."

"It's not… that's not it…" Kakashi stammers, recovering from the shock. He knew they must be bad, but hadn't thought that they had— "They pierced all your chakra gates."

"Yep, with needles. The Archive takes a lot of chakra to settle, so…" she put a finger through the scar on the middle of her chest, the tip of her finger going in when bone should have stopped it. "Messed my chakra pathways for life. Tsunade-sama healed me."

Kakashi swallows, his throat dry. "Did it… did it hurt?"

Sachi puts a strand of hair behind her ear, where another scar showed up. "A lot."

"Why… Why did they do that to you?"

"Woah there, don't get angry, darlin'," she says, twirling once to show off some more. "The previous Archive was too old, and my clan was dead. I… I was the only one there, so she chose me."

Not because she was the best fit, not because she could endure it, not because she wanted to— but because she was there.

(Sachi was always there for him.)

"She must have been very desperate, since I was the very last one she would pick," Sachi tries to joke, but Kakashi can't smile. "You know what I hate the most about showing my scars? It's not that they aren't exactly nice to look at, or because I'm insecure… Every time I do it, you people always pity me."

"I don't—"

"You don't? Look me in the eyes then, come on," she dares, hissing her words. "You see these scars and think 'poor thing, she must have suffered a lot' or 'she's so weak, she must be protected'. But you never stop and think that I survived this!" Sachi points to her whole body, proudly putting it on display. "I survived becoming the Archive when no one else would've. And it hurt, and it hurts still, but I don't regret it anymore! I spent so much hating what Chika-sama did to me until I realized that I. Can. Use. This. The Kanbayashi are dead, but I'm alive, and that's the only thing that matters."

"Sachi—"

"Don't fucking dare," she spats. "You asked for this, Kakashi, don't even dare to regret it. You wanted to see my scars, so here they are. Look closely."

Kakashi does, enraptured as Sachi steps between his legs and leans dangerously close. She looks at him right in the eyes when dark lines materialize on her skin. Like snakes, they crawl over her body in a pattern that he doesn't understand, and yet he can't look away. Her body is filled with tattoos, and when they stop moving, Sachi repeats. "Look."

The black turns to gold, actual light rippling through the gapes on her flesh. The light moves with her heartbeat, going through the lines faster and faster as Kakashi follows every curve, every matrix, until he's certain that he has memorized them all.

"Look."

And when he looks up, the Sachi he knows isn't there. Her black hair turns to white, and the red fangs fade out until her face is open and bare. That is what startles him, not the living seals on her body, or the light that is her own chakra slithering across, but how her face changed when her most defining features are gone.

But her eyes are the same.

"Sachi—"

She steps out, her warmth leaving Kakashi cold and shaken. Her hair is stark white, and Kakashi can't compare the woman he has known all these years with the one that's in front of him.

"This is my real hair color, but you discovered this already." Kakashi did, back when he first changed her bandages. If we were to guess, Sachi had some seals that kept her hair tinted. She hadn't had the time to retouch the damaged part of her skull, letting out a few white strands. "Whatcha say? What suits me better, white or black?"

The Sachi with white hair reminded him of… himself. The difference between grey and white wasn't that great, and without her red fangs, her pale skin was just like his. Their eyes were different, but Kakashi recognized Sachi as kin. Almost.

"That's why you looked at me like that when we first met," Kakashi realizes.

Whatever Sachi was expecting, it wasn't bringing up their first encounter. That puts a slight blush that spreads shyly over her cheeks that would've otherwise been hidden by the Inuzuka marks. "Ah, that. I was still mourning my clan, and you seemed almost like one of mine… I thought you were a Kanbayashi bastard..." she trails off. "I was so disappointed afterwards, but I guess you noticed, since we beat the shit out of each other in the next stage of the Exams."

That explained why they went overboard in their fight. Truth be told, Kakashi had felt almost violated when Sachi asked him who he was, back when everybody knew that he was alone, that even his father had left him behind. But she had asked him who he was, and because he couldn't answer, he hated her instead.

And Sachi hated him because he was not someone she wanted, almost but not right, a reminder of what she lost.

"We have been quite bad to one another, haven't we?" Kakashi breathes, cringing at the memories.

Sachi takes her shirt back, covering herself but keeping her white hair. "No shit."

It all made sense now, why Sachi couldn't stand him, and why he couldn't stand her. They were expecting very different things from each other, something that they would never be able to achieve. The resentment had distilled itself into hate, and they had spent years and years fighting the other because of their frustration.

They didn't hate the other, they hated themselves.

Kakashi sighs, saying, "We are so fucked up."

"Yep, but kept us sane for the others." But not around the other one. "We had fun."

Kakashi stares at her as she pulls her shorts up, her white hair still unsettling his nerves. "I killed you and you mindfucked me. I think we did alright."

She smiles, and it's a delicate and fragile thing. They stay silent for a while, gathering their thoughts. Sachi ended up sitting beside him, thinking about whatever and Kakashi pondering what they have been doing for the last decade.

They fought so much that it became a habit, so easy to hate the other without asking why. They bickered and messed with each other, an impulse so ingrained in them that Kakashi had gone with it until then. It was… strange, questioning why he hated Sachi, and finding out he didn't.

"You knew," Kakashi states, because of course she did. "Why didn't you stop me?"

He hurt her, again and again, when in reality he wanted to hurt himself.

"I told you, didn't I?" Sachi murmurs. "You're the only one that doesn't treat me like I will break at the slightest touch. And, if I may be honest, I had fun. I'm not that good at fighting up close, but I can keep up with you."

Only him.

Sachi only ever sparred with her teammates, and from Kakashi's understanding, it wasn't that often. Kasui would be too worried about hurting her, and Anko would only restrain herself. Kakashi didn't. He never held out, he didn't care if Sachi would keep up or not, because he knew she could defend herself in her own way. There was never a moment that he thought of her as weak, or damaged, just… unique, a fighter in her own way that he himself had to adapt to or suffer the consequences.

Kakashi understood why someone like her, who was as selfish and as selfless, would hold onto him. To reassure herself that she wasn't weak, or fragile, or to be coddled because of something that although horrifying, she had already gotten over with.

"I had fun too," Kakashi admits, because he too had held onto her for dear life.

When everything fell apart, Sachi was there. Kakashi had despised her, blamed her as if she was the culprit as to why his life was a mess. And yet, Kakashi had reached out for Sachi when he couldn't take another step. Whether it was spars, exchanging insults or just having a nice conversation filled with half-truths and suspicious statements, she was by his side.

Without him knowing, Sachi had been protecting him from himself all along.

"What is going to happen now?" Kakashi wonders.

"I can wipe out your memory—"

"Not that."

Sachi clicked her tongue, annoyed. Strangely, she was afraid of change. The very woman who was in charge of bringing change, to work out better and new ways of helping the village, to keep it safe... Was absolutely terrified of those around her seeing her differently.

Kakashi could partially empathize with her situation. He knew that not everyone would accept the truth so easily, and even Kakashi couldn't say that he agreed with it completely. Sachi had been lying from the moment she came to Leaf, either by choice or by force, just so her image of Inuzuka Sachi remained alive. She had so much to lose, from her position to her family, and her identity as a Kanbayashi would only bring heartache and despair for her.

It would break her, if it ever came to it.

"I want to keep sparring out with you," she says sincerely.

"Kasui won't like it," Kakashi muses.

"Fuck him," she spats. "What about you? You still want to spar with me, even though you might kill me?"

"... that's a very strange proposition."

She barks out a laugh, and that's how it should be. Kakashi wouldn't fault her for what she did, not when she hadn't done the same to him. He knew what it was to be seen as someone else, and how hard it was to distance yourself from something you had no hand in choosing.

"I do like sparring with you," he agrees. "But we can't continue as we were."

"Why not?" she asks, and it sounds like a plea. "It's because I'm the Archive? Or have white hair? I can dye it permanently—"

"No," Kakashi says and makes sure to telegraph his movements as he pulls his mask down. "I don't want to hate you anymore, Sachi."

Sachi held her breath and stared at his bare face with such intensity that Kakashi nearly got flustered. Her eyes were processing every detail, and even though Kakashi had gotten used to shocked expressions whenever he showed his face to his friends, with Sachi it was intimate.

"Oh," she gasps. Kakashi is now the one that was oddly nervous while waiting for her answer. "Um… ah—" Sachi blinks rapidly, heat climbing up her neck and tinting her skin a wonderful pink. She struggles with her words, and that's the most glorious victory of all, to leave Sachi, the woman that always had something to say, speechless.

"You know why I don't show my face?" Except to hide the face of his father staring right back at him anytime he did? "You people always treat me differently afterwards, just because I'm pretty."

Sachi comes down from her stupor, giving him a chuckle and reminding him that using one's words against them was impolite. "I don't think we can be the same after this, Kakashi."

"Because I'm pretty?"

"Yeah," she nods, not taking her eyes away from him. "Awfully so. Damn, so pretty—"

She leans over, and holds his face with her warm hands. She cradles him, tilting his jaw from one side to the other and even boldly lowering his lip with her thumb to expose his teeth. "Ah-ha! Look at this…!"

She's giggling, and Kakashi indulges her as she pats him all over. Her chakra is fluttering happily around her, and there's childlike joy in her as she maps his features. Kakashi wasn't one for casual touches, but with Sachi he always made an exception. And how could he not, when she was so beautiful when she smiled like that?

"You haven't seen my face before, in my memories?"

"Hmm, I tried not to. There are things that I don't want to know, like when you go to the bathroom or things like that," she explains, enthralled by his face still. She touches his eyelashes gently, and her quiet laugh is the only thing he hears. "It's better like this, look at you! And this beauty mark, my, Kashi-chan, you could seduce anyone if it weren't for your awful personality. And being a cheapskate. Really annoying some days…

She's teasing, he knows, but Kakashi has had enough.

"Even you?"

She stops, and her hands do too beneath his jaw. Kakashi can see the gears in her mind turning, deciding if he was being serious or not; if she should come up with a witty remark or throw him out her window.

Her smile is devilish, baring her teeth just so. "Oh?" she says, wetting her lips with the tip of her tongue. That was their very last line, and Kakashi's heart had already made a decision long ago. "Let's find out."

They meet in the middle, Kakashi going for her soft lips so quickly that their teeth clank for a moment. She chuckles, but her laugh is drowned out by Kakashi's tongue, daring to surge forward to taste her.

It's maddening, and Kakashi has kissed other lovers before, but they all lacked the electricity that Sachi had ever since the beginning. He had known then, but he had refused to accept it, and now—

He was done waiting.

"Kakashi—"

He doesn't let her say anything, kissing her until all her words die in wet whispers and tiny moans. Sachi's arms bring him closer, and Kakashi tilts his head to press their mouths harder, to bruise, to make sure she doesn't ever want to go back as they were.

But Sachi is far from submissive. "Ow," he complains, but it's half hearted as she bits his lips with sharp teeth, marking him in her own way. It's not gentle, it's not kind, and they don't want it to be.

Sachi unknots his hitai-ate, letting it fall somewhere to tangle her fingers through his hair, chuckling when they get caught in it. "Dog hair," she notes, but Kakashi doesn't sit idle and he's pulling Sachi's shirt over her head. "If I knew, ah—wouldn't have, put it back," she sighs, Kakashi kissing her some more to distract her as he touches her flanks, her back, her scars. "N-not… fair."

Kakashi is at her neck, and how many times had he aimed for it with his kunai? And now he was doing the same with his teeth, nibbling the soft skin as Sachi takes off his vest, his shirt following shortly after. "Mmhh…" Kakashi encourages Sachi's hands, curious and touching everywhere. Dragging her nails over his torso, following his muscles and leaving pink stripes until she reaches the hem of his pants. "Lower," he growled, and Sachi was one to please.

He's already hard, and he supposes it's fucked up to be, after Sachi poured her darkest secrets to him. But when she grabs him all philosophical questions shut off instantly. "Tease," he chides, and for that Kakashi flips them over.

"Eep!" she says, surprised, as he pins her flat on her back. "Hey—"

Sachi might not be an expert kisser, but for the Sage she is eager. Kakashi can't get enough, and he's swooping down on her so he can keep her mouth on his. He puts his hands on her hips, rubbing his thumbs for permission. She lifts her ass, letting him take off her shorts and panties.

"I knew you wanted to see me naked," she accuses, not as shy of her body as she repays the favour.

"And you wanted to see my face," Kakashi breathes out, Sachi's long fingers pulling down the zipper and brushing the head over his boxers.

She hums, pleased at his shiver. "Worth it."

She leaned for another kiss, but Kakashi pushed her down on the bed for a moment's respite to finish undressing. Fuck, he was taking too long, but his fingers were trembling when Sachi looked at him like that—

"Finally," she gasps, Kakashi on her yet again, and their bodies fit so well that he wonders why they haven't realized it before. An easily solved error. "Oh, darlin'," she drawls, Kakashi's hand tracing every curve that her lean body had, his lips following the scar on her chest until he reached her navel. "Don't stop."

Kakashi doesn't, smoothing his hands over her inner thighs, spreading them apart. He delivers a kiss right upon her core, and she flinches with a delighted squeal that Kakashi won't let her live down. She's warm, and her scent is sharper but sweeter, and he can't resist tasting her.

"Ka… kashi…" Sachi is trembling, and Kakashi is drowning in her. He rubs his finger over her clit, winning a long moan that hadn't ever imagined would ever leave her lips. Kakashi does it over and over again, hearing her sing his name as he works her open.

He takes his time exploring her, paying attention to her shivers and shakes as he uses his tongue on her. He hasn't ever seen her so lost in pleasure, and the blush on her skin is all because of him. Kakashi wants to see more, so much more.

"How's this?" he asks, slipping a finger inside of her so easily that he needs to ground himself or nail her right then and there. "Sachi?"

"Don't… don't stop!" she yells, one of her hands caressing his face and pushing him downwards, chasing her own pleasure as her other hand twirls her nipple. "So good… Kakashi… please."

Sachi didn't beg. Ever. And Kakashi stiffens for a second at hearing her call his name as he puts another finger into her, watching her squirm happily. His mouth waters at the picture of Sachi, spread open for him, while she begs for him to fuck her, to have her.

"No," he growls, taking out his fingers. Sachi huffs her disapproval with a sharp tug of his hair. "We finish together," Kakashi promises, and she beckons him closer. "Ha…"

Sachi learns fast, and now she's the one taking the lead, slipping her tongue between his teeth as she hooks a leg over his hip. "Kakashi, Kakashi…" she sighs between kisses, and Kakashi is losing himself, her tongue doing wicked things to his self control.

Her leg is smooth, the scars stretched out and Kakashi takes a handful of that tight ass of hers, enjoying how firm it was, and how his nails dig in the meat of her cheek. "Sage…" Kakashi prays, finally having her all for himself. The tip of his dick is rubbing over her folds, and they're so soft it burns him.

Mine, the dark voice whispers, and for the first time Kakashi agrees with it.

But Sachi didn't.

"Wha…"

Sachi inverted their positions, using her legs to break his balance and throw him down on his back. She rolled with him, ending on top of him, smirking all the way. "You're taking too long, Kashi-chan," she tells him, her hands kneading his lower abs, inching closer to his cock. "I'll show how it's done."

"Sachi— ah!" he hisses, Sachi sinking down and throwing his world for a spin. "So warm…" he mindlessly says, and he has to take deep breaths to resist plunging into her until he wipes that confident smile off her. Sachi was warm, bordering on feverish, and Kakashi was losing himself at how tight and blistering hot she was. "Move, move."

She does, going up and down as she adjusts to his size, biting her lip as she goes. Kakashi holds her hips, waiting for her but insisting she go harder, faster. He enjoys the view, her body slim but fit, full in all the right places but not overly so. Her breasts bounce enticingly as she rocked her body onto his, Kakashi kissing them tenderly.

"Kakashi!" she moans, and Kakashi can feel her tightening around him, and when she was about to snap, Kakashi pushed her off. "What the fu—"

He wastes no time on pinning her again, making sure she won't fool him again. Her hair is a mess, still white and sticking to her slightly sweaty skin. Her eyes are unnaturally bright, and Kakashi is done for. "Together," he repeats, and because he is a very considerate lover, he brushes his thumb over her clit again, putting shivers down her spine.

He enters her again, setting his own pace. He was close, he could feel it, and he pivoted his hips until the slapping sound of their skin were downright sinful. Sachi was holding onto him, scratching his back as she called his name, meeting his thrusts with that synchrony only they had. He sucked love marks onto any bit of skin he could reach, letting her fill the room with her moans and cries of pleasure.

" —close!" she alerts. Kakashi isn't too far away either, chasing his pleasure as he takes her lips, holding her tightly as he angles his hips until her voice breaks. He tries to pull out, but she crosses her legs behind his back, and he's gone.

He sees stars when he comes, his vision white hot, thrusting one, two, three times before he slows down and sighs against her body. Kakashi can feel her heart beat in her chest, a quick thump, thump, thump that soothes him in ways that he can't describe, except that he wants to be this close forever.

Sachi is nuzzling his head, peppering his temples with kisses until he raises his head to peck her on the lips once more. She's smiling, flushed and sated, and Kakashi lets the sharingan bleed that image in his mind.

"This… is not how I expected this night to go," Sachi confesses, and she kisses him one last time. Wet but slow, without the edge of urgency or the passion, a thank you and a promise.

"Are you complaining?" he says, pulling out gingerly.

"I could get used to it," she answers smoothly, putting his worries at ease. She rolls over, asking "You?"

Kakashi finds that kissing her until she was breathless was better than answering.

Yes, he could get used to it.

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Aaaaaand we're done! Thank you to all who have read this self indulgent fic of mine, and I hope you liked it! I have many more WIPS for this AU and this pairing, so stay tuned 3

EDITED & REVISED: 18.09.21