A/N: Oh, hi! Have some smut! Reminder: Kakashi and Sakura's drag names are Setsuko and Masaaki, respectively.

As the house lights dropped on the last frame of their performance, Sakura didn't even notice the sounds of the curtain coming down. All she noticed was the pounding of her heart in her ears, and the way Kakashi's muscular body felt against hers as he kissed her.

She only barely noticed how he tasted like lipstick.

Kakashi broke the kiss first, and as Sakura opened her eyes, she was greeted by his smoldering grey gaze surrounded by ridiculous false lashes. "Come on," Kakashi rumbled, taking her by the hand and pulling her into the rising lights of the backstage area.

As they quickly walked toward their dressing room, Kakashi gave coy waves to the various performers and staff members who stopped to compliment Kakashi's fringed silver dress, or Sakura's pinstriped suit, but he didn't once slow his pace—not even when Katsura, the owner of the club, came over and exclaimed, "That was wonderful, darlings!"

Sakura stopped, trying to ignore Kakashi's grip on her hand as she returned Katsura's smile. "Thank you so much! We hope we did your club justice."

"Oh, you did, sweetheart—and I'm sure you're going to get all of the interest you'd hoped for," Katsura replied with a knowing wink. As someone privileged with all the details of the mission, Katsura knew that they were there in hopes of gaining the target's attention.

"Excuse us," Kakashi said in a voice that was just charming enough to not be rude as he began to pull Sakura through the dressing room doorway. "I'm afraid I simply must speak privately with my partner," he said, oozing the kind of sparkly charisma that Setsuko was known for, and before Katsura could respond, he closed the door in her face.

"What's gotten into you?" Sakura asked him as he curled his arm around her waist and leaned her into the door he'd just closed. But she didn't need to ask, not when her heart was still beating fast from the way he'd looked at her when they'd danced—when that sickeningly-sweet song had talked about falling in love.

"I like dancing with you," Kakashi responded in a low voice that felt like honey on her ears. "I like the way your body moves with mine." He leaned closer to murmur the last part—only to stop, frown slightly, and begin peeling at her fake beard.

"We should really stay in costume—we still have to deal with the target," she protested, even as she tilted her head back to help him.

"We have time until all of the performances are over. We'll put the beard back on later," he replied, dipping his head to nibble along the jawline he'd just revealed, the strands of his wig falling forward and tickling her nose.

"You also have a ton of makeup on," Sakura said, holding in a laugh even as she realized that encouraging him to remove his makeup was the opposite of what she should be doing. For a moment, she forgot about wanting to kiss him and just wanted to tease him instead. Grinning a little, she reached out and squeezed one of his fake boobs, making a small "honk" noise as she did. She'd been dying to do that all night.

Straightening, Kakashi gave her a look that could blister paint before he shrugged out of the straps that held his dress up, letting it fall to his waist. As he wrestled himself out of his bra and fake breasts, she enjoyed the view of his toned chest and abdomen—before he abruptly dropped his hands to her hips, turning her and bodily moving her toward one of the room's well-lit vanities.

He lifted her into the tall chair in front of the mirror, and immediately went to work removing the rest of her beard. Sakura reached around him to grab her bottle of coconut oil and a clean cloth. When Kakashi leaned in to brush his lips against her newly-bared jawline again, she giggled a little and pushed him back so that she could begin to wipe off his vivid red lipstick.

His eyes met hers as she worked, and he gave her that same smoldering look from before, his eyes dipping to her mouth as she smiled, biting her lip. She wasn't even aware she'd stopped wiping at his mouth until he prodded her in the side and said, "Hurry up and take the lipstick off."

Her smile only grew at his impatience, and as soon as she'd finished taking all of his lipstick off, he'd pressed his lips to hers again. Beneath the slight taste of the coconut oil, Sakura could taste him again, and the warm stroke of his tongue against hers made heat coil in her belly. She felt his height drop several inches as he kicked off his heels, even as his hands slid under her coat and began to unbutton her shirt.

Kakashi's kiss and his fingers trailing over her skin were making short work of convincing Sakura to not care about the mission they happened to still be on. Her own hands began to travel, slipping under the fringed skirt of the dress that hung around his waist, running her palms up his smooth, pantyhose-covered legs. When her hands made it to his wonderfully toned ass, she gave it a squeeze, only to find her wrists suddenly caught in Kakashi's hands as he pulled back to give her another dour look.

"What?" she said, unable to keep from laughing a little at his expression. He still had the eyelashes on, and the wig, and it made all of his expressions that much more dramatic.

"Do you know how uncomfortable it is to have an erection in tights?" Kakashi deadpanned, and she broke into a peal of laughter.

"Actually, they're pantyhose," Sakura pointed out, laughing even more as he gave her the look again. Before he could say something that she assumed would be scathing, she shot her hand up under his skirt again, hooked her fingers in the waistband of his hose, and—with a small burst of chakra—ripped them down the side, using her second hand to aid in turning the hose into so many tattered pieces.

Kakashi groaned as she freed him, and she had the briefest of moments to observe the shape of his cock making itself known beneath the slinky fabric of his dress, before his hands were sliding back inside of her shirt and pulling her toward him. On the literal edge of her seat, Sakura gasped a little as his fingers trailed upward over the cloth wrappings she'd bound her breasts with, his fingertips finding the nubs of her nipples beneath the fabric.

"Kakashi," Sakura breathed as he grazed his teeth against her neck, arching her back to press her breasts into his palms. "We don't have a lot of time."

"I can be fast," Kakashi promised as his teasing hands finally drifted lower, unfastening her pants.

"Your history would suggest otherwise," Sakura teased, having many memories of him being the polar opposite of a brief lover. With a playful growl, Kakashi pulled her to her feet and then turned her around. Giggling, she braced herself against the tall seat she'd just vacated, tauntingly pushing herself back against Kakashi's rather obvious erection, and he held her hip with one hand as his other hand slid down the front of her pants.

"I can be fast," Kakashi repeated in a darker voice, slipping his fingers inside her panties and making a low, pleased sound when he encountered her already slightly-slick folds.

As he began to expertly tease her sensitive flesh, knowing by now exactly how to touch her, Sakura let her head fall back against his shoulder. Her pulse quickened as his fingers dipped down to gather some of her slickness before returning to swirl slow circles against her clit, making her whimper. He went to nuzzle her neck, but the profuse locks of his wig got in his way and he impatiently reached up to pull it off with his free hand, letting it drop on the vanity behind him.

The sound of people laughing on the other side of the door reminded Sakura of where they were. While that would normally have been enough to make her stop, in her current state of arousal, knowing how close they were to being caught only added a delicious element of danger to what they were doing. It made Sakura react to Kakashi's touches even more heatedly than she usually did, and his voice was rough against her neck as he murmured, "Fuck, you're wet."

"Kakashi, please," Sakura whined softly, arching back against him. "Stop teasing me."

The urgency in her voice must have affected him, because suddenly he was pulling his hand out of her pants and yanking them, and her panties, down over her hips. When they were both around her thighs, he smoothed a hand up her hip and then over the small of her back, pressing her forward.

Sakura bent over the chair, turning to give him a lustful look over her shoulder, but when she took him in, she made an unbidden, strangled "pfft" sound as she tried not to laugh. He had no lipstick on, but his eye makeup—complete with false lashes—was still as flashy as ever. He'd lost his wig, but tufts of silver hair poked out from beneath his wig cap. And then there was the way his sparkly dress was being tossed out of the way of the raging erection that he was aiming toward her. Sakura couldn't hold in her giggles, and they only got worse when he narrowed his sparkly eyes at her.

"Are you going to give it to me, Setsuko?" Sakura said coyly, still laughing.

Kakashi yanked her hips back into his so that his cock rubbed against her wet folds. Leaning forward, he sardonically rasped into her ear, "You're damn right, Masaaki."

Sakura's laughter turned into a breathy moan as his hand moved between them, rubbing the head of his cock against her clit, and she bit her lip as she pushed herself back against him. As he pressed himself into her, Kakashi groaned softly, and Sakura held back an answering moan, trying to stay quiet.

Suddenly, it didn't really matter that he was wearing a slinky dress, or that she was still in that awful magenta pompadour wig. They weren't Setsuko and Masaaki, they were Kakashi and Sakura, and the increasingly familiar feeling of him moving inside her swept Sakura away to a place where nothing mattered but him.

Sakura kept herself braced against the chair with both hands as he thrusted into her, arching back against him. With one of his hands tight on her hip, Kakashi snuck his other hand around and between her legs, teasing her further as he pumped into her with long, hard strokes.

As he rubbed fast little circles over her clit, Sakura clapped a hand over her mouth, just barely managing to muffle a loud moan. This only seemed to inspire Kakashi, and he increased the speed of his thrusts. She knew he liked it when she was vocal during sex, but apparently he really enjoyed trying to make her moan when she had to be quiet.

His relentless fingers and the way he kept hitting just the right spot drove Sakura higher and higher until she was panting hard against her muffling hand, her whole body going rigid as it was wracked with a sudden, swift orgasm. Kakashi muffled his own groan by fastening his mouth to her neck as his thrusting grew ragged, her clenching warmth soon dragging him into his own orgasm. She throbbed around him as he released inside her, both of them breathing hard as they trembled against one another.

Kakashi gently pressed his lips to what was no doubt a reddish mark beneath her ear. Sakura reached up to press her hand to his cheek, and she turned her head to kiss him.

And then the door slammed open.

Sai couldn't believe his luck.

He hadn't had any trouble getting backstage—after all, Katsura, the owner of the club, was more than aware of Sai's presence as an undercover Leaf ninja—but he'd been stymied by the closed door between himself and his targets. But then Katsura, obviously too harried to observe social niceties, had strode right up to Kakashi and Sakura's private dressing room and thrown open the door.

And Sai—lucky Sai—was standing in just the perfect spot to get an eyeful of both Kakashi and Sakura in a compromising position. Sakura, pompadour wig and all, yelped as she pulled the edges of her open shirt to cover herself, her pants around her thighs. Behind her, Kakashi stood in half-naked disarray with chunks of silver hair sticking out of his wig cap and his dress bunched around his waist, only his position behind Sakura hiding his more delicate parts. It was very obvious what they'd been doing.

Blinking, Sai's fingers slowly drifted to the necklace that he wore—the one that contained the hidden spy camera. Carefully, he picked up the necklace's pendant... and aimed it more directly at the sight in front of him.

"Oh!" the Katsura said, obviously not having expected them to be in such a... predicament. "I was just coming to tell you that you were successful, and the target has invited you—"

"We get it!" Sakura hissed, interrupting.

Hot on her heels, Kakashi growled, "Shut the door!"

As the embarrassed-looking Katsura shut the door, Sai melted back into the shadows along the side of the stage. He was beginning to understand why Kakashi and Sakura had been so secretive lately—secretive enough to make Naruto suspicious about what they were up to and demand to know more. Of course, Naruto seemed to think that they were only being secretive to avoid Kakashi's embarrassment about being in drag, but the truth was clearly much bigger than that.

For a brief moment, Sai felt the beginnings of a pang of guilt for having recorded his friends in such a private moment. But then he remembered that he was on a mission—and so were Kakashi and Sakura. It was Sai's job to record said mission, and Naruto had said that he wanted everything. A good shinobi always completed his mission.

Luckily for Naruto, Sai was a very, very good shinobi.