Sakura could already feel the presence of 2 chakra signatures in her room the following morning. She longed to whine for 5 more minutes of precious sleep but knew that they wouldn't let her.

A warm chuckle filled her ears as she pulled the blanket over her head. A weight pressed down onto her bed and crawled up over her, tracing their hand slowly up her thigh to press flat on her chest under her breasts. Sakura let out a shuddering breath before flipping the blanket down to lock eyes with Shisui.

"If you loved me, you'd go away," Sakura whined.

Shisui let out another laugh before throwing Itachi a glance over his shoulder. "Okay, but if we loved you, we would wake you up for training," he said with a smirk.

Itachi took a seat on the edge of her bed, light gleaming behind his cool expression, "Sakura…"

She turned to lock eyes with him, taking in his almost smirk. It was unfair for them to look so well put together this early. Itachi's long hair was pulled back into his usual low ponytail and he was dressed in casual training clothes she had never seen him wear. She would remember seeing Itachi Uchiha in low-slung jonin pants that showed the dip of his hip bones and only an elbow-length fishnet shirt covering his chest. Her eyes trailed down his body, her face turning hot as she was caught staring. She tried to look away and caught eyes with Shisui. His wild curls begged her to run her fingers through them to prove they were as soft as she remembered. He wore an identical outfit to Itachi and she couldn't contain the urge to trail her eyes down his body as well. She felt flush as she tore her gaze from the little trail of dark hair brushing against the fishnets and looked up to his face. His eyes gleamed with amusement and something darker, asking the unspoken question. Do you see something you like?

"When was your last seduction mission?"

Itachi's question lingered in the air between them as Sakura's face grew red.

"I… I have done seduction before. I know how to do seduction," Sakura choked out unconvincingly. Shisui's laughter shook her as he leaned back to a sitting position.

Itachi lifted a brow and allowed his expression to show he didn't believe her.

"I HAVE!"

Itachi nodded unconvinced, turning to lock eyes with Shisui. Something unspoken transpired between them before they both nodded.

"Don't worry Sakura-chan, we'll teach you!" Shisui said, already flashed off her lap to dramatically drape himself on Itachi. Itachi rolled his eyes but allowed Shisui to playfully stroke the bottom of his ponytail.

"As you could probably already guess," Shisui purred glittering eyes meeting hers, "I am a master at seduction."

Itachi scoffed and Sakura looked unconvinced.

Shisui pouted, "I am! I learned from the best!"

Itachi rolled his eyes again already knowing where this was going.

"Jiraiya taught me everything I know!"

Sakura crossed her arms with a huff. "If you're so good at seduction, why don't you do it," she growled at Shisui.

Shisui's smirk refused to falter, "Don't worry Sakura-chan, I will teach you everything I know! You can call me Shisui-Senpai!"

Sakura just stared at him with growing impatience as she heard what sounded like a chuckle being covered with a flimsy excuse for a cough. Her head turned to allow her to lock eyes with the source of the sound, Itachi looked away as if he didn't make the noise.

Shisui dropped himself into the chair they had pulled into the middle of the room, "Show Senpai what we're working with!"

Sakura took a deep breath to retain some of her quickly evaporating patience. She stalked over to him, eyes glowing dangerously and hips dipping side to side.

Truly, Shisui had brought this upon himself, Sakura thought.

Shisui's eyes glittered with excitement as he watched her stalk closer and closer.

Sakura loomed over him and just before she could pounce, his hand shot out and grabbed her.

Shisui pulled her down onto her knees before him, his fist tangled tightly in her hair. She glared at him, but he held her firm. He reached out his other hand to gently stroke her cheek, "I like them feisty, but you have to act more interested if you want it to seem real."

He gripped her chin hard, his eyes bleeding red.

"You shouldn't invite the idea of breaking you into their mind."

Crimson eyes trailed down her face, taking in the intense expression on her face.

"Unless you want to be broken?" He purred, gripping her hair tightly.

Sakura ground her teeth together, torn between the desire to claw her nails as deeply as she could into the hand that held her hair and melting at the way he purred her name.

This was Shisui, forever joking, forever "just playing around" Shisui. Something inside of her stomach turned, this was just a joke to him. Shisui flirted with anything that smiled at him, this was nothing special to him.

His eyes told a different story, they were locked onto hers, pouring waves of sexual tension. Sakura nearly gave in, almost allowing herself to be swept up in the spinning of his tomoe.

She placed her hands on his knees as he guided her up by the fist still clenched in her hair. Her lips parted as her eyes trailed to his mouth, and she swallowed deeply to fight off the dryness in her throat.

They both moved in closer, swept up in the intense energy between them. Closer. Closer. Closer.

A cough broke the spell they were caught in, causing them both to look up at Itachi who was standing right next to them now.

Shisui released his grip on her hair allowing Sakura to fall back to the ground on her butt. Her face burned as she realized what it must have looked like to him. She began to stutter out an excuse, but he held his hand up to stop her.

Shisui allowed a smug smirk to settle onto his face. Itachi gave him a rather annoyed look, then turned back to Sakura. Shisui flashed behind Itachi, throwing an arm over his shoulder. Shisui aimed his grin at Sakura, "Now, show me what you learned."

Sakura stood, moving back a few steps and Shisui moved to go back to the chair. Itachi held his hand out and stopped Shisui from passing, "I think you have had enough." He gave Shisui a stern look and then took the seat before Sakura. Sakura looked between Itachi and Shisui with a nervous glance.

Shisui flashed behind Sakura, massaging her shoulders, then purred in her ear, "I promise he doesn't bite…" He turned to set his devious smirk on Itachi, then purred, "I mean, he might, but only if you asked nicely."

Sakura's face flushed as she settled her gaze on Itachi. His face maintained a blank expression as he spoke, "Sakura, this is imperative to our mission. So please, take this seriously."

Shisui stopped massaging her shoulders and purred in her ear one last phrase before flashing to the side where Itachi previously watched from.

"Go get him, tiger."

Sakura took a deep breath in then fixed her determined gaze on Itachi.

She stood still for a moment, taking in the way he looked sitting in the chair. How could he look so elegant with the way he just sat upon the chair like it was a throne?

She allowed her eyes to roam down his body slowly before moving back up to meet his eyes. She swore she saw a flicker of something, but when she searched for it, it was already gone.

She allowed her hips to sway just enough to give the impression of someone craving the attention it brought. Slowly she made her way to him, never breaking eye contact. She bent at the waist, allowing her chest to almost touch him as she leaned close to his ear. She whispered in his ear, "I've seen you watching me."

She traced her hand down his chest, then stood up, placing herself between his legs. She lightly ran her nails up his inner thighs, causing his breath to hitch. She let her palms lay flat on his upper thighs, leaning close to him again. She let her chest press against his and his warmth soak into her.

"Wouldn't you like a closer view?," Sakura suggested, pulling back just enough to give him a view of her chest. Itachi's eyes drifted to her chest as he shuddered.

"I'll take that as a yes," Sakura said, her voice husky with lust. She drew one leg over his thigh and then the other, causing him to bring his legs closer together to keep her on top.

Itachi let out a soft growl as his hands moved to her back to hold her against him. Sakura wiggled her way closer to him, grinding herself against him.

"I'd love to take a closer look at your… assets as well," Sakura moaned in his ear. He let his fingers slide to her hips and begin to dig in roughly. Sakura allowed a groan to escape her lips, the facade of this just being professional… Just… training slipping.

Itachi let out a deep breath as he pulled her hips closer, the warmth between her legs causing him to start to give in to his baser instincts. Sakura whimpered as she felt a growing hardness pressed against her, her hips moving to slide herself against its length. Itachi let out a deep growl, pulling her against his chest as well. He allowed one hand to move from her hips up to her face. He cupped her cheek, forcing her to stare into his eyes.

Kiss me, he thought, anguished, because she wasn't going to and because he didn't know if he truly wanted her to. He bit her shoulder, causing her to moan out loud. She leaned forward, letting her hair fall forward and fan around them as he pulled back from her neck to look up at her half-closed eyes. He allowed his mask to falter, to let the warmth radiating from the way she made him feel creep onto his face. So close. Closer, closer and the gap between their lips became smaller and smaller. Right before their lips met, they could feel Shisui's presence right next to their faces. They both turned to look at him and the spell was broken. Sakura's face burned and she hastily crawled off of Itachi.

Itachi's normally immaculate appearance was enticingly disheveled. He looked every bit of what he was, full of a dark burning for her.

"Mmm, my my Sakura. Seems like you learned rather well," Shisui chirped. "I have never seen Itachi so flustered."

Itachi stood, glaring at Shisui angrily before turning and exiting the room.

Sakura felt like ice had been dumped on the fire that had almost consumed them.

Shisui held back the confusing mix of arousal and jealousy that seeing her and Itachi had drawn out of him.

Sakura let out a long breath, then realized Shisui had already flashed before her. He cupped her cheek, causing her to look up at him.

"I think you deserve a reward for your hard work today," Shisui whispered in a way that began to reignite the fire.

Shisui saw the way her eyes darkened and took the opportunity to close the distance. His lips pressed against hers, letting the fire consume them both. He pulled back too soon and realized the gravity of what he had done.

Then, before Sakura could open her eyes, he flickered away.

Sakura opened her eyes in the dim room alone.

She lifted a hand to softly touch her lips, thinking, What the hell are they doing to me?