Sakura finished her shift pretty late, having gone into an emergency surgery. She sighed as she removed her coat and gathered her things. She thought back to the spar and her very realistic daydream. She blushed at the memory, her thighs clenching as she groaned. It has been way too long since she was intimate with the opposite sex, and the sexual tension lately hasn't been helping. She needs to do something about it soon, or else the distraction could cause complications in the future. Heaving another sigh, she made her way to the bar that opened up just a few days ago, hoping to drink away her frustrations.

She felt him before she saw him, as she slightly turned her head towards the entrance of the bar and nodded in greeting.

"Sarutobi,"

"Sakura, surprised to see you here. Mind if I sit next to you," he inclined to the empty chair next to her. She smiled and nodded, taking another sip of her drink.

After he ordered his drink, he turned towards her fully, his legs spread wide as he leaned his elbow on the bar, his cheek pressed against his knuckles.

"Alright, talk to me," he began.

Sakura turned her head towards him with an arched eyebrow.

"There must be something bothering you if you're sitting here, alone, drinking late at night, alone,"

Sakura scoffed and rolled her eyes. "I am a grown woman, Sarutobi. I can take care of myself, and it's not a crime to be drinking at a bar, alone," she narrowed her eyes at him.

Sarutobi chuckled and took a sip of his drink that was set down in front of him. "Normally, I would agree. But," he paused as he looked around the bar, humming as he saw a few hungry stares directed towards the pinkette. Sakura tipped her head back, drinking the rest of her drink and motioning the bartender for one more, then facing the man with a serious look.

"I am…frustrated," she sighed, her face slightly pink at the admission.

"Frustrated?" he repeated, his brows creasing.

"Frustrated." she said more firmly, locking gazes with the male. Sarutobi's eyes widened and then began to laugh, making Sakura tsked and went back to drinking.

"Sorry sorry, didn't mean to laugh at you," he said after catching his breath.

"Ok, so you're… frustrated ," he trailed off, trying to hide his amused smile behind his drink, but failing. Sakura narrowed her eyes at him as he tipped the cup back and drank. He set the empty cup down and motioned the bartender to give him another.

"Does it have something to do with either the Uchiha brothers or the Senju brothers?" he asked with a knowing smirk. Sakura whipped her head to stare at him.

"Is it that obvious," she said, her face scrunching.

"Please, whenever you guys are in the same room together, the sexual tension is so thick you could cut it with a knife. I'm just surprised that none of them had tried courting you yet when it's very obvious that they're interested in you,"

Sakura groaned, hunching over the bar and covering her head with her arms. Sarutobi laughed and patted her in the back.

"Why don't you go to one of them and see if they can help you out with your…problem?" he said with an arched eyebrow.

"I can't,"

"Can't or won't?"

Silence. Sakura sighed and sat back up, drinking whatever was left of her drink.

"I don't suppose you'd want to help me? You did say older men have more experience,"

Sarutobi started choking on his drink, his hands pounding his chest to try to clear the sudden intake of liquid in his lungs. Sakura looked amusedly at him, trying not to laugh.

"You are cruel, Sakura," he wheezed. She passed him a napkin, which he took to wipe his mouth. After a minute, he was able to breathe again.

"Even if you were just teasing me, I am still a man," he grumbled. "And as much as I'd love to take you up on your offer, I'd rather not get castrated by either Uchiha or Senju brothers," he said, shivering at the thought. "Please don't let them find out you even suggested that to me, otherwise I blame my future death on you," he said with fear stricken eyes.

Sakura giggled. "Okay, okay, sorry. Here, the next one's on me," she said as she signaled for the bartender for more drinks.

—-

"Man, how troublesome," Sarutobi sighed as he held Sakura up on his side, her arms over his shoulders and his hands holding on tightly onto her waist.

"Oi, Sakura, where do you live?" he asked her, but all he got was an incoherent slur of words. Sarutobi groaned, trying to come up with something. If he brought her over to his house, he would have to deal with the misunderstanding, and possibly getting assassinated by her would-be suitors. As he looked ahead, he noticed the lights at the Hokage tower were still on, giving him an idea.

"Yosh," he scooped Sakura into his arms, carrying her bridal style as he made his way towards the tower. Sorry Sakura, you left me no other choice, he mentally said.

Unable to fall asleep, he made his way back to the tower earlier that night, as he read the scroll over and over. Hashirama stared at the missive in front of him from Uzushiogakure. Just then, he felt the chakra signature outside his window and he barely opened it all the way before the shinobi jumped in.

"Saruto- Sakura!" Hashirama exclaimed as Sarutobi placed the pinkette in his arms.

"Forgive my intrusion at this hour, Hokage-sama, but I didn't know where Sakura's house was and I didn't want any misunderstandings by bringing her over to mine. I saw the lights were on here so I felt it best to bring her here," the male said cheekily.

"What hap-" but before he could finish his question, Sakura stirred in his arms and opened her eyes.

"Hashi…." she mewled and wrapped her arms around his neck, causing the Senju male to blush. With her face being so close, he could clearly smell the strong scent of alcohol on her.

"Is she drunk?" Hashirama asked, though he already knew the answer.

Sarutobi rubbed the back of his head and grinned awkwardly. "I saw her drinking by herself at the bar and kept her company,"

"Thank you, Sarutobi. I'll take it from here," Hashirama nodded. Sarutobi bowed and left through the window. After locking it, Hashirama made his way down the corridors towards the guest bedrooms.

Hashirama placed her down on the bed carefully, but was suddenly pulled down by Sakura. He braced his hands on either side of her face, his nose touching hers as he stared wide-eyed into emerald eyes that were half-lidded and glazed. He swallowed, trying to calm the erratic beating of his heart. He was so close he could feel her soft sigh across his lips.

"Saku-" Hashirama was frozen in place. It took him a few seconds to realize that soft lips were pressed against his own. He desperately fought the urge to deepen the kiss, knowing she was heavily under the influence of alcohol. But a very small part of him was overjoyed to finally know the feel of her soft lips.

He groaned when he felt her tongue trace his lips and slowly he felt his control slipping as he hesitantly opened his mouth to let her tongue in. He tilted his head as he finally gave in and deepened the kiss, maneuvering his body so that he was now fully on top of her. Her body molded against his so perfectly. When Sakura thrusted her hips up, Hashirama tensed and pulled away, resting his forehead on hers as he tried to catch his breath.

"Hashi, please," she whined, squeezing his shoulders as she arched her back, rubbing her chest against his. Hashirama pushed himself up and looked down at her flushed face, her pink hair splayed out around her like a halo, her eyes glazed with lust. He cursed and closed his eyes, willing his breathing to go back to normal.

"Sakura, you're drunk, I'm sorry it even got this far. Sleep," he said softly. Her kiss-swollen lips pouted, and he had to use every ounce of his self-control to get off of her and stand up.

When he turned around to look back down at her, she was fast asleep. He sighed, tucked her in and left the bedroom, heading straight for the other room across the hall to take care of himself under a cold shower.

—-

Tobirama was suspicious when he woke that morning and his brother was not in the main house. He felt for his chakra and sensed that he had slept at the Hokage tower, which he normally wouldn't think twice about, but this time he also felt the familiar chakra of a certain pink haired medic in the same tower.

Had Sakura chosen his brother? He asked himself, as he made his way there. He tried to swallow the sting of rejection at the thought, instead trying to be happy for his brother if that was the case. He was just disappointed that he didn't even have the chance to try and woo her before she made a decision. He even entertained the idea that sharing her would be possible, How foolish of him. He let out a relieved sigh when he felt Sakura was alone in a separate room from his brother. Stealthily, he made his way down the corridors to where the bedrooms were located. He came face to face with his brother that was coming out of one of the rooms. They were silent for a moment before Hashirama spoke.

"Sarutobi dropped off Sakura last night," he said, making Tobirama crease his brows.

"Apparently Sakura was drinking alone at the bar and got really drunk,"

"She can metabolize the alcohol in her system, which means she must've drank an absurd amount to get her to a drunken state," Tobirama narrowed his eyes at his brother, who had fidgeted and avoided eye contact the second he mentioned Sakura being drunk.

"What did you do"

"Wha- I didn't do anything!" Hashirama quickly denied. Too quickly. Tobirama glared even harder, making Hashirama cringe and hang his head down in shame.

"I kissed her," he said sheepishly. Tobirama's eyes widened then frowned.

"I-in my defense, she pulled me down! And, Tobi, could you blame me! I," Hashirama saw the look of disappointment on his face and shut his mouth, looking to the side.

"Anija,"

"I know," Hashirama sighed, raking his hands through his hair. "I'm not proud of it and I let my control slip away from me"

Silence.

"I have to go, you can join me later for that meeting with the council, but for now, I need you to take care of Sakura, " Tobirama watched his brother walk off before turning and knocking on the door. He waited for a few breaths, then opened the door, hoping he wouldn't walk in on her again.

The bed was empty and the bathroom door opened as Sakura walked out.

"Sakura"

"Tobirama!"

"How are you feeling?" he asked, noticing the tension in her body.

"I'm fine, just a little headache but nothing a little food can't fix. Perks of medical ninjutsu, zero hangovers," she said with a small smile.

"I see. Apparently you were highly inebriated and Sarutobi handed you over to Hashirama," he stated.

She sighed. "So you heard," she sat down on the bed. He kept quiet.

"Is Hashirama avoiding me?" she asked softly.

"He's…remorseful," he said slowly, watching her reaction. She scrunched up her face and sighed.

"I should go and apologize," she said, standing up and making her way towards the door. He stood in front of her, stopping her in her tracks.

"Why should you apologize? He clearly took advantage of your drunken state," he growled, hands crossed in front of his chest.

Sakura widened her eyes and then narrowed, anger clearly shining in those emerald depths.

"You and I both know your brother isn't like that, Tobirama," she said through gritted teeth. "Besides, I was the one who…" she paused, a light dusting of pink showing on her cheeks. Tobirama stayed silent.

"I forced myself on your brother, so don't think for a second that Hashirama tried to take advantage of me. He was a gentleman and stopped before anything more happened," she huffed, meeting his glare with her own.

Tobirama's jaw clenched. It was easier to lay blame on his brother for stealing a kiss from the pinkette when she was inebriated, but to have her confess that she was the one who initiated it, made him feel a little irritated. With a growl, he stepped closer into her space. He watched as she tensed but kept her ground, her expressive eyes conveying a multitude of emotions: confusion, wariness, lust. He cupped the back of her neck as he slowly bent down.

"Push me away, Sakura," he whispered when there was only a breath of space in between them. He could feel the rapid beating of her heart under his palms. Softly, his lips pressed against hers, still giving her time to change her mind and push him off. He opened his eyes slightly, taking in the way her eyes were closed so tightly. When he felt her relax against him, he tilted his head a little more and opened his mouth, moving his lips against hers. Soon, she was kissing him back, her mouth opening and letting his tongue discover the cavern of her mouth. He groaned as his other hands snaked around her waist and pulled her closer, biting her lower lip as punishment for making him feel so out of control. She kissed back with the same intensity, causing the both of them to groan out. He pulled back and smirked as he saw her bruised lips and her face flushed, her eyes blinking open and seeing the desire gleaming in her eyes.

"Come, let's get you some food," he said, his voice a little rougher than normal, as he grabbed her wrist and ushered her out of the bedroom.

They ate breakfast in silence, Sakura opting to drink coffee with her breakfast, while Tobirama watched. She didn't know how to broach the subject. She's already crossed the line by kissing both him and Hashirama last night. She was thankful yet disappointed that he had been a gentleman and stopped, because Sakura realized that if it was up to her, she didn't want to stop. It was getting harder and harder for her to reason with herself that she shouldn't act out on her attraction towards the males. She looked back up towards Tobirama and blushed when her gaze met his. She cleared her throat and looked away.

"Sakura, I apologize as I must return to the tower for a meeting. I will see you later," he said standing up, leaving behind cash. She watched him walk away.

Sakura finished up and made her way towards Sarutobi Sasuke's place, hoping to catch him so she can apologize.