Warning: the spicy content in this chapter is intended for mature audiences only, viewer discretion is advised.


Chapter Sixteen

No Holds Barred


The walk to Sakura's house took longer than usual on account of… distractions.

Kakashi's mind was a spiraling void capable of forming and clinging to one coherent thought alone: Sakura had kissed him... She had opened a figurative door between them, and then effectively pulled him through the threshold by kissing him near senseless in the ANBU training arena. Her kiss had been one of need – of claiming, and it robbed him of all reasoning. He was utterly lost to the feel of her mouth against his, and the heat tightening his core. Kakashi had pushed his fingers into her hair, cupping her skull as he pulled Sakura's lower lip into his mouth, tracing it with his tongue. The breathy whimper that escaped her had nearly undone him; the notion that she wanted him to kiss her driving him wild.

Sakura tangled her arms around his neck, shifting in his arms until her legs were hooked around his hips and locked at her ankles. She arched into his body, pressing her chest against him. "Take me home, Kakashi," Sakura had murmured. Her words equal parts demand and plea.

Kakashi would not deny her. He kissed her once more before lowering her to the training arena's floor, located their masks and shoes, and then reluctantly put them back on. Kakashi's heartbeat was an electric current, snap-firing his limbs into movement. He laced his fingers through Sakura's and led her out of the depot, ignoring the guards standing post as they exited into the trees. A wave of wanting washed over him and he hauled Sakura off the moonlit path, concealing the two of them in shadow as he pushed her up against a tree. Kakashi leaned over her head, his forearm resting against the rough bark as his free hand swept up Sakura's side, over the dip in her waist. He pressed his fingers into her skin, letting Sakura push the ANBU mask on top of his head. He hadn't bothered to pull his other mask back up, and did not hesitate to lean in and kiss her neck.

Sakura giggled, her hands in his hair, tugging. "We didn't make it very far."

"You have no idea how long I've wanted you, Sakura." He ran his tongue over her collarbone, sucking gently. "How long I've waited."

"My bed will be more comfortable," she said breathily.

It would, Kakashi knew, but he needed to touch her now. He rose to meet her lips, to feel the warmth of the kiss spread through him as need for her and her alone surged within him. He pushed his tongue into her mouth, tasting the depth of her kiss as her tongue met his, and Kakashi groaned. Sakura's hands skimmed down his back, eliciting a shiver as her fingers snaked below the hem of his shirt and up his spine. He wanted to feel the pressure of her nails, the delicious bite of them scraping over his skin. He kissed her softly, his fingers finding their way to the front of her sports bra and that zipper he was sure had been placed there specifically to torment him.

Fuck it – he wasn't waiting. Not with the look she was giving him, not with the way the moonlight flickered in the soft green of her eyes. Kakashi tugged the zipper slowly, letting each precious inch of her become exposed to the elements. He parted the two halves, baring the swells of her perfect breasts to his eyes – his thumbs sweeping over her hardening nipples.

Sakura's hands fisted the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer and encouraging his touch. "You're so fucking perfect," Kakashi nearly growled.

Sakura was delirious with need for him.

Kakashi's hands cupped and squeezed her breasts, and Sakura arched into his hands, feeling the rough bark of the tree bite into the skin of her back. He kissed her neck, his tongue sweeping over her collarbone and downward, down until the heat of his tongue slowly dragged over a nipple, lips and teeth scraping against the hardened peak.

Sakura gasped, her eyes rolling back and shutting out the night surrounding them. His mouth felt impossibly amazing on her skin. Her hands slid across his sides, over the lines of his ribs and the solid muscle spanning his torso. She needed him closer, needed the barriers of clothing gone between them. His left hand teased and gently rubbed her breast while continuing to lick and suck her other. Sakura could feel her own pulse, low and demanding in her abdomen.

"Kakashi." His name was a whisper in the night air. A plea.

Kakashi scooped Sakura into his arms and flash-stepped through the woods, keeping to the shadows as he made his way to Sakura's house. Only when they reached her porch did he put her down, allowing her a moment to find her key. When she turned away from him to slip the key into the door, Kakashi swept the curtain of Sakura's hair to the side, kissing the back of her neck. She could feel how hard he was for her through the material of his pants as he leaned in to her. His erection pressing against her ass. Sakura flattened her hands against the door as Kakashi teasingly slid his hand below the waistband of her leggings, fingers gripping and tugging her panties. That slight pressure at a most sensitive spot was enough to make her moan.

"I like hearing that sound," Kakashi said against her ear, "I like knowing it's all for me." He pressed into her from behind, his fingers sliding down until he found her swollen arousal and stroked over the delicate area.

Sakura gasped, her lips parting as Kakashi gently gripped her jaw and turned her face to claim her mouth with a hungry, sweeping kiss of pure need.

Sakura managed to twist her doorknob, and the two nin stumbled through the doorway, passionately locked in a blazing kiss. The door closed – she was pretty sure Kakashi kicked it shut because his arms were around her again, effortlessly lifting her up as he made quick work of the stairs in the dark. He deposited her at the foot of her bed, working the parted halves of her sports bra from her arms before kneeling on the floor between her legs, and slowly taking her shoes off. He pressed tender, heated kisses to the hollow of her ankle before rising just enough to reach for the waistband of her leggings. Sakura lifted herself so Kakashi could tug the fabric away from her hips; his callused hands scraping down every inch of her smooth legs, eliciting little shivers of pleasure in the wake of his touch, until she was completely naked before him.

Kakashi sat on his knees, his palms resting on the tops of Sakura's thighs as he drank in the sight of her. Even in the moonlight Sakura could see that his grey-eyed gaze was dilated with desire.

Sakura licked her lower lip and cleared her throat, "You know," she began, "this seems a little one-sided here…"

"You're beautiful, Sakura," Kakashi replied. "Absolute perfection."

Sakura laughed. "You said that already."

"It needs to be said again and again," Kakashi told her, his hands stroking her upper thighs.

"How about you just get naked already, Hatake." Sakura reached for him, her hands tugging the hemline of his shirt up and over his shoulders. Silently, she thanked the gods for the moonlight spilling through her bedroom window, and the way it was playing on Kakashi's skin. Shadow and light, personifying his form and stealing her breath in a way she'd never known. Kakashi was beautiful. The scars that limned his powerful body making him even more beautiful in her eyes. Sakura smoothed her palms over the rounds of his shoulders, her fingers sketching up his neck to trace the lines of his face once more. "I can't believe you've kept yourself hidden from me all these years."

Kakashi met her gaze with unreadable emotion, and took one of her hands and pressed a kiss to the center of her palm. "You see me now," he said. "And I'm all yours."

Sparks of warmth flared in her heart space, clinging to the declaration of his words. "I'm all yours, too," Sakura said softly.

Kakashi tugged the waistband of his pants below his hips as he rose from his knees and kicked out of the confines. There was nothing left between them. He bent to kiss Sakura, sweeping her back against the pillows in a move that left him dragging the weight of his body across hers in a delicious motion. His chest pressed into hers, his erection heavy between her thighs.

"Gods, Kakashi," Sakura murmured, reaching between them to take him into her hand. She wanted to feel him, to touch him and make him moan for her. Her fingers wrapped around him and stroked the generous length of his cock.

Kakashi groaned and sank his teeth into Sakura's shoulder, moving only to kiss her mouth. His tongue swept over the curve of her lower lip as he shifted, tattooing the column of her throat with his lips. Sakura tipped her head back, exposing more skin for him, and pushing the mounds of her breasts into the muscled wall of his chest as she sighed.

"I want to know what you taste like," Kakashi said, his tone low and husky as he scraped his teeth over Sakura's hipbone. She shivered in delight, hands fisting the fabric of the bedsheets as Kakashi lowered himself between her thighs. He hovered there, hands pushing at her inner thighs so he could have her right where he wanted her…

"I need you to find out right this very moment," Sakura panted.

Kakashi chuckled, the sound vibrating against her most sensitive spot as he dragged his tongue up her slickened center.

Sakura was gilded fire – a living, burning flame that existed only because Kakashi had awakened her deepest desires. She shuddered against him, her body going liquid as he moaned longingly. Sakura's hands were in his hair, tugging at the strands as his tongue circled her clit and sucked at the sensitive skin. Sakura's hips bucked and pleasure coiled through her as if she were drunk in a wine haze. "Kakashi," she breathed his name as he dragged his tongue down to her entrance and slowly, tantalizingly, pushed in. Stars, bright and disseminating, erupted in the black of her vision.

Kakashi groaned in utter delight.

"I need you," she said breathily, clutching his arm, "I need you right now."

Kakashi obeyed, shifting his weight above her as he positioned himself between her legs. He framed the side of Sakura's face with his hand, tenderly sweeping his thumb over the ridge of her cheekbone before slowly, exquisitely, driving his length into her. Sakura squeezed her eyes shut as he filled every inch of her, engulfing her senses in sweet pleasure-pain.

"You okay sweetheart?" he asked gruffly.

"Yes," Sakura uttered, "gods, yes."

Kakashi kissed her and steadily began to rock his hips into hers. Their lips brushed, little promises, punctuated by the roll and rhythm of their two bodies moving as one. Kakashi was in no hurry, and the slow back and forth was a sweet, sweet torment. It felt heavenly to be in his arms, to be kissed so affectionately, to feel his length sliding in and out of her while her body adjusted to his size. Every nerve-ending magnifying with each stroke and thrust.

"You feel so fucking good," he growled at her ear, teeth nibbling her lobe.

Sakura's senses heightened – amplified by the sound of total seduction in Kakashi's voice. She lifted her legs, locking her ankles around his back and allowing him impossibly deeper access. Kakashi groaned as he lifted onto his forearms, driving himself harder and deeper until sweat coated them both and Sakura was biting her lip to keep from coming. The alchemy burned between them – like fire and gold. Her inner muscles tightened around him like a pulse, building and constricting the pleasure in her core.

Sakura reached for him, pulling his mouth to hers in a crushing kiss as his hair brushed across her forehead. Their gazes held in such intensity – words transmitting through an unspoken bond – I love you. I need you. I choose you. Sakura could read the emotions on his face, and cupped his cheek in her palm. Kakashi took her hand, pressing a kiss to her fingertips before gathering her wrists in one hand and pinning them to the mattress above her head.

Kakashi slowly dragged his length out of her, watching as Sakura hovered on the sharp edge of ecstasy… Sakura's heart was pounding below her rib cage, her breath rising and falling in deep panting gasps. She wriggled beneath him, lifting her hips to try and meet what he was denying her. "Kakashi, I swear to the gods–" With a sinister grin that made Sakura's heart stop, Kakashi drove back into her, and lightning detonated in her veins. He released her hands and Sakura clutched his shoulders to keep him from pulling away from her again. Kakashi only chuckled, his mouth sliding over Sakura's jaw as she rode him.

The buildup was too much for Sakura to contain. It demanded release. Release that only Kakashi could give her as she met him thrust for thrust. Pleasure, hot and tight, bloomed and radiated through her core and Sakura cried out, nails digging into Kakashi's back as she rode a wave of decadent bliss. Kakashi followed her into it, releasing a masculine cry before collapsing onto her.

"Don't," Sakura panted, tangling her fingers into his hair, "ever… do that again." But she didn't for a single second mean it.

Kakashi chuckled lightly and kissed the swell of her breast. "You liked it."

Sakura met his laughter with a lighthearted giggle of her own and wrapped herself tightly around him, keeping his weight pinned to her body. "I loved it." I love you, she thought.

"Mm," Kakashi sighed in contentment, already succumbing to the drowsiness of sated-bliss.

"Don't ever leave my bed, Kakashi," Sakura told him, stroking her fingers through his hair, and then softer, "don't ever leave me."

Kakashi reached up to lace his fingers with hers. He squeezed her hand tightly and nuzzled against her chest and said, "I wouldn't dream of it."


The cloak of night soon claimed the lovers in her warm embrace and coaxed them into a deep, peaceful slumber. The window was left open, the sheer white curtains blowing in a docile jasmine-scented breeze. Kakashi and Sakura lay in a tangle of sheets, half covering their naked entwined bodies. Sakura had been swept up in Kakashi's arms, cocooned in the warm curve of his body. It was his steady breathing that eventually lulled her to sleep, the rise and fall of his chest – pushing into her back. She kept her fingers laced through his, cradling his arm to her chest and sweetly, tenderly, pressed kisses to his fingers.

Sakura had not known that love could feel like this – all-consuming and somehow grounding at the same time. She had not known she could feel things to the magnitude she was feeling them for Kakashi, for the man that was one of her very best friends, and now, her lover. In the peaceful haze between sleep and awake, Kakashi brushed his fingers down Sakura's side, pressing his lips to her temple. Sakura rolled to face him, sliding one of her legs between his, and began tracing the lines and ridges of his sculpted face. The scar bisecting his left eye ended at the top of his cheekbone, opalescent and pale; a souvenir from a time before Sakura had known him. She wondered just how many scars marred his body, and how many of them were as familiar to her as the very ones she bore on her own body.

Kakashi stirred, long dark eyelashes fluttering as Sakura traced over the bridge of his nose. "Sleep," he murmured, nuzzling into the pillow.

Sakura smiled softly, admiring the contour of his lips, and actually getting to see his mouth move while he spoke. She doubted the novelty would wear off anytime soon. "Can't sleep," she said.

Kakashi refused to open his eyes. "What time is it?"

"Early," Sakura guessed. The birds were beginning to sing their pre-dawn song from outside her bedroom window, but Sakura didn't want to roll away from Kakashi to check her alarm. She smoothed a finger over his eyebrow, following the dip of his temple, and brushed over the curve of his cheekbone. "I can't get over how handsome you are."

Sluggishly, Kakashi lifted a single corner of his mouth into a crooked, charming grin. "I'm glad you think so." He pulled Sakura tightly to his chest, burying his fingers into her hair and breathed her in. "Because you are the most exquisite creature on the planet and it would be devastating if you didn't find me attractive."

Sakura laughed. Never in a million years would she have imagined she'd be having a conversation like this with Kakashi… Never in a million years would she have guessed he'd be in her bed. And gods… the way he'd made her feel… "I like you being playful."

"I am playful. You just don't get to see it all the time."

"This is different," she insisted. "I can tell you I think you're sexy without it being weird now."

Kakashi chuckled, his fingers sketching sedately across Sakura's skull. "I hope you're aware that you've unleased a demon, Sakura… I was caged for far too long, and I have a – voracious – appetite."

Sakura's abdomen fluttered at the notion. "All that reading… I would only assume–"

Kakashi flipped her onto her back before she could finish her sentence, her hands gathered in one of his as he settled his weight on top of her and grinned. His hard-on pressed to Sakura's inner thigh.

Sakura felt her toes curl. "What about a shower?"

"How about sex now, and then a shower…" His eyebrows furrowed in thought. "And then sex in the shower."

Sakura giggled. "What happened to the whole 'we have a mission to concentrate on, and we can't afford to be distracted,'" she teased.

Kakashi lifted his chin. "I'm sorry, are you complaining?"

"On the contrary." She pushed her hips into his since her legs were currently the only things she had control over.

"And wasn't it just yesterday that you were begging me to haul you into the woods so I could have my way with you?" He lifted an eyebrow.

"Gods, yes," Sakura breathed. She wanted him now.

"Sakura…" Kakashi started, the contrasting dark gray of his eye sobering. "I will always protect you at any cost. You know that, right? And that's not to say I don't think you aren't capable of handling your own… it's just, I need you to know that you are the single most important person in my life and I would never do anything that intentionally put you in danger."

Sakura's eyebrows furrowed at the sentiment, chest tightening. "I know that," she answered in a soft tone.

"The six won't be returning until tonight, if all goes as planned. Which means…" he trailed off, the single gray eye darkening now for a different reason.

"How much love can you possibly make in a single day, Hatake?"

He gifted Sakura a smile that rivaled the force of the rising sun and said, "Would you like to find out?"


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Hello my darlings,

I hope I didn't lose anyone with the smut, but... my intentions for this story have always been to be a little more on the intimate side.

90melk - I am blown away by your kindness, thank you! I am honored to learn that you enjoyed my other KakaSaku fic as well. :) I wrote one called Born From Winter Ash that's a viking-themed AU that I really had fun with, so you'll have to check that one out if you're into that sort of thing.

As always, thank you for reading!

XOXO,
~Sparrow