Author: Amaya
Editor: Aiko
Characters/Pairings: [Shisui x Sakura]; Uchiha Itachi, Team Seven
Categories: Romance, Drama, Action
Rating: Mature [See Warnings Below]
Warning: This story contains strong language, depictions of violence and mature sexual content including, but not limited to: breath play, superior/subordinate kinks, rough body play, power kinks and so on. You have been warned.
Full Summary: As the most elite of the elite shinobi to ever grace the village, Anbu operatives were easily some of the most frightening and striking characters one could come across. The way they protected the village while cloaked in shadows, appearing like some God-appointed deities when they were needed most and forgoing honor in exchange for anonymity—was as seductive as one could get. But to Sakura, the real allure lied in the deceptive red smiles painted on their masks, and in figuring out who was behind them. ["Don't start things you can't finish, Haruno."]
Kamen
Chapter || Eight
Sakura thumbed the sides of her head with an exasperated sigh. She was so tired that the calligraphy on the scroll atop her desk began to blur. Absently reaching for her chopsticks, she plucked a cold dumpling from her bento and brought it to her mouth, hoping the food would abate her growing headache.
Six o'clock just couldn't come sooner.
Forcing herself to swallow the leftover gyoza, Sakura shifted in her seat so her elbow rested on her desk and propped her head up by the cheek. Frustrated couldn't even begin to describe how she felt; it had been twenty-one days since the apprehension of Inmate A0768 and he still hadn't breathed a word of worthwhile information to her. Apparently he had let something slip to Ibiki, but to what importance, Sakura wasn't too sure. If the intensity of today's session was any indication of anything, it wasn't anything pertinent. The inmate had somehow retained his silence despite the increasingly severity of his interrogation sessions, much to her surprise, and Sakura had to inwardly applaud his resolve. He had withstood broken fingers and fractured ribs, had spent a collective total of two weeks in arrant isolation, complete with sensory deprivation, and sat through days of waterboarding and stress positions and methodical asphyxiation.
Twenty-one days was too long to go without answers, and both the Council and the Uchiha were beginning to get restless. And restless elders meant migraines and excess paperwork. Restless Uchiha meant grouchy sparring sessions.
Unfortunately, his stubbornness just meant it was Sakura's turn to up the ante. Since he continued to resist Ibiki's methods, then she would be forced to rely on stronger medical ninjutsu against him. Usually, that meant overstimulating his senses or injecting so much chakra into his body that it began to burn from the inside out, reversing a heal, and things to that nature. She wasn't nearly as creative as the director of the Torture and Interrogations Unit, unfortunately—or in her mind, fortunately. And if all else failed, they would have to bring in members of the Yamanaka and Uchiha clans to conduct psychological torture sessions, which, again, they wanted to avoid entirely if possible.
A firm knock at the door tore Sakura from her thoughts, prompting the rosette to straighten in her seat and set her chopsticks down. "Come in," She prompted, her fingers idly folding a stray lock of hair behind her ear. The door opened a moment later revealing a familiar figure in the doorway, cloaked in white and a tanto secured to his back—over his cloak. Sakura leant forward in her seat, propping her elbows up on her desk in a way not unlike her mentor, hoping the movement disguised the brief stiffening of her shoulders.
"Okami-taichou," She greeted, a curious but polite lilt to her voice.
"Haruno-san," The Anbu greeted, closing the door behind him with a soft click.
Sakura studied him as he came closer, faintly discerning the way he seemed to keep as little weight as possible on his right foot. The action was almost so well concealed that she wouldn't have noticed, if not for all her years of dealing with stubborn teammates. With her windows shut, she could smell the faintest trace of blood, which only became stronger the closer he came. Dust matted the soles of his boots and the frayed edges of his cloak, and stray droplets of blood colored the face of his mask—a clear indication that he had just come from a mission.
"What can I do for you?" She inquired, as evenly as possible.
"Hokage-sama requires your notes on Inmate A0768," He replied, just as evenly. Her brows furrowed at the stoic tenor he employed; it didn't sound right.
Sakura hesitated for the briefest of moments, warily observing him for a little longer before languidly sliding back in her seat to make room for the opening drawers. She carefully thumbed through the each file, murmuring their names to herself as she scanned the labels that reached over the dividers until she found the folder in question. She flipped through it once for good measure, glancing up at him for the briefest of moments, then shut the folder and held it out for Okami to take. He reached out, revealing gloves that were charred and torn at the tips, and then his fingers gripped the proffered end.
She didn't let go of the file, even as he tugged on it. His mask tilted in a way that made his grin a little more intense, but not in the way that endearingly feral way he had before. "Is there a problem, Haruno-san?" Okami asked, with just a slash of amusement in his otherwise deadpan tone.
Sakura canted her head to the side, her tongue appearing to wet her lips. The light shifted on his mask again, so imperceptibly she nearly missed it. The corners of her lips twitched as she released the documents. "No, forgive me, Okami-san," She lightly replied, taking note of the rigidness of his shoulders at the familiar way she addressed him. She rounded her desk, slowly, casually, so she could now sit back against the front of it. Okami didn't move away despite how close she had gotten, but she could feel that familiar tension winding in her belly. "I actually wanted to speak with you about something."
The operative inclined his head towards one side, obviously, considering his next sentence carefully it seemed. Finally, replied, "What exactly did you want to talk about, Haruno-san?"
"Perhaps talk is the wrong word," She hummed and leant back on her hands, raising her chin up a little so she could peer at him from the slope of her nose. "I don't take kindly to people commandeering my fights, Captain."
Kamen
Shisui liked to think that he wasn't the type to be gripped by impulse.
He dabbled in spontaneity here and there, sure—who hadn't? He wasn't the type to turn down a good time or a free drink whenever the situation presented itself and if he had the time. He was all for a little bit of frivolity and often tried pushing others into dipping their feet in the water, so to speak. Itachi and Sasuke were testaments to that, as he often dragged the two of them into a little bit of mischief whenever he had the chance to. It was part of his duty as an older brother figure, after all.
However, Shisui also prided himself on his ability to blur the lines between work and play just enough, while still keeping them separated.
In his Jonin blues, no one really cared what he got himself into or how many shots he downed before a mission, who he snuck away with, which he took advantage of as often as he could. Polished, he liked to to remain as professional as necessary, but could afford to lean back and cross his arms when no one was looking. As an Anbu Captain, however, there are certain expectations. As a Captain, he's quiet, soft spoken—reticent—and was renowned for the unbending steel in the way he held himself. He demanded authority and respect and its a direct juxtaposition of who he is when he's out in his Jonin blues, or even when he's just a regular operative in a black cloak.
Years of discipline and strict conditioning meant he knew when to curb compulsion and when to let it drive him. But as he stood at the front of desk of the Hokage's apprentice, who looked up at him with that wildfire in her eyes, Shisui could feel his composure slipping down his throat and into his stomach, giving way to a heady fog.
Admittedly, his initial fascination was simple: he wanted to understand what prompted her to leer at him and his squadron with such unfiltered want. He merely wanted to see what would come of it. The air between them had always been thick ever since that first day, when he had been relaying his mission report to Tsunade-sama. But when he peeled back each mask she had fastened to herself and he came to realize that Konoha's sweet little golden girl had a dark side, his attraction morphed accordingly.
he knew he had to be so, so careful to cultivate the tension that built up and compounded between them. And now, as his gaze clashed with cute little Jonin Haruno's, he knew it wasn't all for naught.
When she tilted her head back, revealing the expanse of her neck to him, challenging him, he knew. She had finally entered the game.
He just wished she decided to play when he wasn't acting Captain.
Shisui regarded the medic for a stint, tenebrous orbs narrowing slightly at the way Sakura worked her jaw. He could feel the heat of her stare, dark with anger and something a little more mischievous, as it roved from his knees to his neck, then finally to his mask. He certainly didn't miss the cadence in her voice, or how it had lowered in pitch as her tongue curled around his rank.
"My apologies," He began, a wicked combination of interest and annoyance tampering with his tone. "But you had your orders, Jonin Haruno."
The obvious shift in her title was rewarded with the clicking of her tongue. She made a face then, her nose scrunching and her eyes gleaming with ire. It wasn't very attractive on her, yet fit her well all the same. "I'm not the kind of woman who likes being saved," Sakura dryly remarked.
Shisui found that, despite himself, he couldn't resist the grin that danced around the corners of his mouth. She was trying to hard to maintain her stern appearance, trying to act as if his stoic presence wasn't affecting her. He could see it in how she rocked slightly on her feet and how her thumb drummed against her desk. He should have left by now, and been in with the Hokage discussing the events of his last assignment instead of igniting a fire. He was on the clock, after all, and had never dared chasing impulses while his cloak was white, regardless of how tempting it was to play around with his rank.
But then again, he never had someone like Haruno Sakura to teeter off the edge with. Surely, a little fun wouldn't hurt.
"Aa," Shisui hummed, then adjusted his cadence into a lower, less pleased one. "Nor am I the kind of man who takes kindly to disobedience."
Something akin to excitement sparked in those bewitching pools of emerald at the challenging growl that erupted from Shisui's chest, and the unnervingly attractive sound seeped into the fissures of Sakura's spine, nearly coaxing a shiver out of her. Somehow, she willed it away, but knew he had noticed. "Of course not," Sakura said sarcastically. She straightened away from her desk with that same inviting glimmer in her eye that dared him to move, but then focused on his chest a little too intently than he felt comfortable with. "You're injured."
Shisui's hand instantly darted from its place beneath his cloak when she raised her hand towards him, his long fingers firmly enclosing around her tiny wrist. "That won't be necessary."
In response, Sakura pushed against his hand with her own, eyes flickering towards their joined hands as he strained against her, then back up to his mask. The muscles along his stomach spasmed. "Oh, but I insist."
Shisui couldn't help but let the grin behind his mask grow at the kittenish, albeit bratty intonation behind her words. It was a tone he had never heard from her, but he had to admit suited her well. It was dangerous coming from pouty lips—also a contradiction, just like the rest of her.
Without realizing it, Shisui's teeth sunk into his lower lip in response to the fire undulating below his navel. He felt her knee graze against his thigh, the movement so casual and small that it could have been brushed off as nothing, but he knew better, and he knew that she knew too. He had gotten closer. She shifted her legs, drawing his attention to just how shapely they were in those boots, then raised her hips before settling back down against the edge of her desk. Tsk'ing, Shisui released that deceptively small hand from his grasp, but it remained hovering above his chest, slowly, almost shyly moving towards him. He leant forward, abandoning the otherwise forgotten file folder on her desk and planting his hands on either side of her hips but still maintaining distance between them.
"You would be breaking protocol, Jonin Haruno," He reminded, only minimally annoyed by her defiance. He sucked in a breath when her fingers slipped under the shoulder cinch of his vest, the light scratching of her nails dulled by the fabric of his black shirt. He could already feel her chakra blooming, seeping into his skin, kneading at his muscles, killing the warning growl in his throat.
"I would never be so unprofessional," She paused, her supple tongue appearing to wet her lips. Shards of emerald glinted impishly, accentuated by the shadows her lashes casted against her cheeks. "Captain."
A cooling sensation ghosted along his skin, just as it had the last time she healed him. It warmed almost immediately, pleasantly, like the breath of a lover against his neck. The warmth spread languidly from his chest into his abdomen, just barely entangling with the heat that had already pooled there before dancing out of reach. The edge of his teeth nibbled at his lip at the comfortably inebriating sensation, just barely biting back the sigh that climbed up his throat.
"Haruno," He warned, applying as much bite into his voice as he could, but she didn't seem bothered.
"Think of this as a thank you for all your help on my last mission, Captain."
Without thinking, Shisui bowed his head, letting his neck slacken as her other hand smoothed over the crest of his shoulder, allowing her to reach as much of his back as she could. When both hands slipped beneath his cloak, he leaned a little closer so she could reach more of him.
He couldn't stop the groan that escaped him when her nails drug purposely across the back of his shoulders.
The hardly there warmth grew in intensity at the sound, growing a little warmer, to the point that his shoulders rolled and bowed without his permission. Her chakra was everywhere, licking at every inch of the gash above his knee and nuzzling against the laceration across the back of his hip, soothing but also demanding against his back while her proximal knuckles rolled against the nape of his neck. At the same time, the chakra that dipped down his sternum intertwined with the flames of his arousal, tangling like fingers in hair and yanking tauntingly, just to be soothed away by a cooler ripple of chakra.
"Oh fuck."
His ardent curse transitioned into a fervid growl as Sakura's chakra trickled further down, splaying just below his navel. His fingers dug into the desk, the blood draining from his knuckles and his heart rate climbing; he could feel her chakra seep as low as the base his cock, curling and lapping, but not quite tangible enough—foreshadowing what was to come. Drawing a greedy but shattered breath, Shisui jerked his hips forward, shuddering openly at the satisfying feeling of Sakura's hips slotted completely against his.
Fucking medic-nin.
Inwardly, Shisui snorted at the thought and barred his teeth, chancing another thrust of his hips when his arousal coiled just a little tighter. He was vaguely aware of his sharp pants echoing around the room, of his own breath caressing his cheeks as they bounced off the inside of his mask, and he could smell the affect he had on her but at this point he didn't care. He considered splaying his hands against Sakura's thighs, her hips; imagined bruising them with his fingers as he ground against her as a gift for being so fucking good, but clamped down on the thought. He wouldn't touch her. Not yet.
An undeniable pulsation developed at the base of his shaft—so close! Fuck, so close!—Shisui grit his teeth, steeling himself, then tore himself away from the rosette before the peak of his orgasm could crash into him. He finally looked up at her face, his half lidded eyes alight with lust but also seething with anger. Sakura leant back against her desk, looking awfully haughty with her chin bucked up and her lower lip tucked beneath her teeth.
"If that'll be all, Captain."
Shisui stalked towards Sakura, his movements slow and deliberate as he trapped her against the desk again. He kept a wide breadth between them this time, towering over her with his shoulders taunt and back bowed, as if taking a moment to right himself. Sakura watched him, silent but teeming with excitement.
"Haruno knows what she's doing." Genma's words taunted him. "Trust me. She likes playing all sweet and innocent."
After a moment, he raised his head to her ear and snarled, "I told you not to start things you can't finish, Haruno."
Kamen
A sharp breath escaped Sakura's lips as fingers entangled in her hair, tugging the strands roughly to assist in drawing her head back just the way she liked it. Her other hand hurriedly yanked on the zipper at the front of her top, leaving her front exposed to the hands that already began wandering up her waist. The lips against hers drew into an amused smirk. "Fuck, someone's excited to see me," Those lips teased between hot kisses, although his voice was slashed with desire.
A husky chuckle rumbled in Sakura's chest, twinged with a drop of frustration. "It's been a long day."
She rolled her hips forward into his, moaning purposefully into her partner's ear, and he gifted a pleased groan back before his hands swiftly slipped the red shirt from her shoulders. With the skillful twist of his wrist, her bra joined her top on the ground, allowing her skin to press fully against his. Their lips met again, hers with an angry desperation and his with a hungry anticipation for what was to come, their tongues brushing with a deep-rooted passion that seared their flushed skins.
A coarse moan was ripped from the rosette's bruised lips as strong fingers dug into hip, prompting her lover to push her back so he could encircle one of her nipples with his tongue. She allowed this with a pleased mewl while combing her fingers encouragingly in his hair. Without prompting, he straightened to claim her mouth, trailing wet kisses and licks across her neck and jaw along the way.
Sakura tasted every inch of his mouth, sighing heatedly at the familiar metallic hint that ghosted his tongue, finally welcoming the tension that had been curling within her belly for the past fourteen hours. She dragged her nails over the back of his neck and shoulder, her warm chakra trailing immediately after her fingers like kisses of apology. He growled appreciatively, pulling his lips away so he could tilt his head back against the wall in pleasure. Excitedly, Sakura combed a hand into his hair at the back of his neck, twisting the silky golden-brown locks in her grip and tugging just as roughly as he had with hers; with his neck exposed to her, she traced her tongue along the cords of his slender throat then sank her teeth into the juncture of his neck and shoulder, her palm smoothing over the erection straining against his waistband.
"Bedroom," He breathed, forcefully grinding his hips against hers. "Now."
She lingered against him for a moment, reluctant to cease her ministrations against his neck, and instead raked her manicured nails from the crest of his shoulder and across his naked chest. She felt him shudder under her fingers, accompanied by a broken groan, and then her hair was jerked back again. Her lashes fluttered at the sharp tug that pulled her away from her lover, nose scrunching up just slightly in distaste but otherwise unbothered.
"Someone's being naughty tonight." His voice was thick with mock accusation, though she only acknowledged the decadence that dripped from his breath. The unfiltered carnality struck her like lightning, ripping another loud moan from her, along with a shiver.
Palming his length through his pants and grinding her body against his again, Sakura husked, "What are you gonna do about it?"
She emitted a combination of a gasp and a grunt as the hand that had previously been caressing her waist belted across her rear in response to her taunt. "That depends on you, baby," Was the response murmured into her neck. His hand traced down the curve of hip as he spoke, arousing goosebumps in its wake, before abruptly hooking around her knee and yanking it up against his hip. "Either I'll fuck you so hard, your chakra won't be enough to heal you," He snapped his hips against hers for emphasis, making her body jerk in his hold. He released her leg in favor of flicking her pebbling nipples with his tongue and fingers. "Or I won't touch you—not the way you want me to—until you're begging."
Sakura whined at the threat, arching her back so she could feel more of him against her. "Please."
The older man smirked against her skin. "Get on my bed, now."
His hand warningly squeezed her plump cheek once, then slid away so Sakura could stalk out of the living room and into the bedroom. She didn't even get the chance to turn around when the door shut behind her, and his body was pressed against hers; one hand settled comfortably across her neck, not quite squeezing, but holding, while the other began tugging at the buckles to her skirt. She tilted her head back against his chest, giving him access to her neck. Her lashes fluttered when he sucked a bruise against her collarbone. Her left hand joined his, affectionately lacing her fingers with his for a quick moment before gliding upwards. She rocked her hips with him, swaying her body and rubbing her knees together, while she splayed her fingers across her breast.
She sighed in delight, "Genma..."
"That's my good girl," was murmured into her ear, sending tingles down her spine. Her skirt fell away, only to be joined by her black shorts and underwear immediately after, and then fingers were drawing circles around her clit. Her lover expressed his approval with a moan. "You're already so wet."
Sakura closed her eyes, relishing in the attention showering her. She reached back with her other hand to dishevel his hair, imagining them as shorter, darker—wilder.
"I wonder who's got you so worked up today, baby."
She registered the edge of the mattress pressing against her knees, and then a hand pressed against the soft spot between her shoulder blades, guiding her to kneel over the bed. She planted her hands on the mattress and adjusted her position, her anticipation surging at the sound of clothing falling to the floor behind her. A hand smoothed up her tailbone to her neck, tenderly, pushing her hair up and over one shoulder. Closing her eyes, the hand was smaller, more slender and with longer fingers—calloused from juggling kunai.
And then the pressure in her navel twisted as she felt the head of Genma's manhood plunge into her. She imagined it being thicker, like what she felt Okami had pressed against her earlier.
Author's Note
*raises hand in surrender*
Don't shoot me. I may have misled you a little bit with last chapter's teaser, but I know that none of you are actually angry. I've been wanting to write something for Genma for AGES but never knew what, and a few people have inquired about Genma and Sakura's relationship, so that kinda worked itself out! In a way, it's kind of a teaser of what we'll be seeing later with Shisui! I know you liked it. Don't even act like you didn't.
Anyway, as you may remember, I had mentioned last chapter that I was planning on posting two other stories: a Shisui x Sakura x Itachi (and maybe x Sasuke) story, and then a Madara x Sakura x Izuna x Tobirama story. I'm in the process of fleshing some things out; I like having at least the first five chapters of any stories I ever post before finally uploading them, so once I finish up two more chapters each, I'll post them. Here's some information about them below:
[Ikusa]
Rating: Mature
Characters/Pairing: [Sakura x Shisui]; [Sakura x Itachi]; [maybe Sakura x Sasuke]; Uchiha Clan
Themes: Romance, Drama, Hurt/Comfort, Action, Adventure, Family
Warnings: This story will contain strong language, mature sexual content, depictions of violence, and dabbles in character deaths.
Summary:
Sakura's eyes darted towards Sasuke. Her hand twitched with the need to reach for his, to comfort him, to stop him from unleashing a rage she knew he held. He was rooted in place, eyes a bloody red and wide with unfiltered fury. She didn't like this. Slowly lowering her offered hand, Sakura warily noted the tenseness in his shoulders, the shaking of his hands as they fisted and unfisted at his sides. She shuddered openly, stepping back, fully expecting Sasuke and Naruto to do the same; their faces only held a sadness that she couldn't say she had ever seen on them before. Sasuke had never been one to reveal his thoughts so openly like that, so to see his eyelashes fluttering and the hints of a frown on his handsome face struck her like a slap to the face. The sound of the first coffin's lid crumbling to the ground stole her attention then, and slowly, she faced the disintegrating coffin, terrified of what she would find.
"It's been a long time, Itachi-kun...Sasuke-chan."
"Shisui..."
Who would have thought Orochimaru's final trump card would have made such a lasting impact?
So that's the first one! It's something I've been planning for a WHILE. I've read SO many fanfics relating to UchiSaku, but I've never seen one like this. So this one I'm the most excited about and will probably be posted sooner than the other. "Ikusa" is Japanese for "battlefield", which is an important theme for this fic. The second story is this:
[Okinotayuu]
Rating: Mature
Characters/Pairing: [Sakura x Madara]; [Sakura x Izuna]; [Sakura x Tobirama]; Hashirama; Senju Clan; Uchiha Clan; Haruno Clan
Themes: Romance, Drama, Action
Warnings: This story will contain strong language, mature sexual content and depictions of violence.
Summary: [Summary currently unavailable]
Okay, so I can't figure out a summary for this one. I could actually use some help with writing it if anyone is interested! Some background information is that it is a Time Travel fic, in which Sakura finds herself in the past; however, it's different from the usual "she goes back in time because of Kaguya/has to change the past to fix the future/falls in love" fics. Without giving out too much, Sakura has very few memories of how she ended up there and of everything that happened before arriving. All she knows is that she had a purpose for being there, and has a goal that she can't remember. And somehow, it all has something to do with a little clan than seemed to have disappeared with time: The Haruno Clan.
I know, not very interesting unless you know more details. If this helps at all, the title, Okinotayuu, is the alternative name for a short-tailed albatross (also known as an ahoudori); and the name of a ballad telling the story of a journey of the time and seasons from the point of view of the bird. Which is a very important theme of the story!
So yeah, if you're interested, let me know and I'll message you more details! I'd love some help with the summary