"I'll meet you here after I'm done," Kakashi told Sakura later that night as they sat next to the stream in her parents' backyard. The sun was already down for the day, replaced by a crescent moon and a cloudless sky. A cool breeze wafted around them, the sound of sheets snapping in the wind occasionally breaking the peaceful stillness of the night. Somewhere in the distance, a dog barked as Sakura looked up at him, the words of defiance on the tip of her tongue.
Instead of letting them loose, she just nodded, letting her head lean against his arm. "Do you know when?"
"His meeting started an hour ago. Tenzo thinks it'll be around two hours, so I won't be back here til after midnight. Maybe I should just-" Kakashi started, about to suggest he go back to Gai's place. She cut him off by pressing her finger to his lips.
"No," she murmured with a shake of her head. "Come here like you said you would. Chichi-san went to visit her friend in the Land of Flowers, and Haha-san is on another mission until next week. I want you to stay here."
Her words fell off of pouted lips, and Kakashi just smiled, leaning in to press his lips to hers in a quick kiss before he stood up, helping her up along the way. "I'll come here, then," he reassured her.
They walked hand in hand to the bottom of the stairs that would lead her up into the loft and he stopped, twirling her so that she was facing him. He reached his hand to tilt her head up, giving her another, more thorough kiss, nipping her bottom lip as he broke away.
"I'll see you in a few hours," she murmured, squeezing his hand before she bounded up the stairs, the door clicking shut behind her once she was in the loft. He waited until she'd been inside for a moment before he bit the pad of his thumb, smeared the blood down his palm, and pressed it hard against the ground. A poof of smoke appeared, out of which Pakkun appeared with a small shake of his tail.
"Long time, no see, Boss," Pakkun's lazy voice drawled, blinking up at Kakashi.
"Sorry about that, Pakkun," he apologized to the pug before clearing his throat, saying, "I want you to make sure Sakura doesn't leave that loft until I get back. Don't let her see you if you can help it."
"You got it, Boss. Anything else?"
"Yeah," Kakashi nodded, adding, "Keep an eye on the surroundings. If you see anything at all out of place, alert her and bring her to the Hokage's tower."
"I'll keep her safe, Boss," Pakkun promised his contractor, hopping his way up the stairs one at a time until he was at the top of the landing, standing completely at alert. Satisfied that she'd still be in the loft and none the wiser about Pakkun's presence, he made a series of hand seals and disappeared into his own cloud of smoke.
He was outside the tower shortly after, the ANBU guard stepping aside for him to make his way up to the office. The door was already open when he stepped inside, Tsunade in her usual place and Genma in his. Shino hadn't arrived yet, but Kakashi had expected that. As he approached, he noticed an old, stained file clenched in her hand and the tense look on her face. Her hazel eyes flicked up to him and she began to speak without greeting him.
"This came directly from Sarutobi Biwako," Tsunade told him, handing the file to Kakashi. When he flipped it open, she waved her hand impatiently, continuing, "Read it later. In short, the girl's father appealed directly to the Third Hokage shortly before your mission was assigned seventeen years ago," she summarized, adding, "He was the younger brother of the leader of the Nokogiri clan and wished to see his daughter kept safe from being used as a weapon in war."
Kakashi nodded, glancing over the file. "I assume we informed him at the time that she died?"
Tsunade's nose twitched, her eye matching the flicker of movement before she snarled, "No. Lord Third sent a letter telling him she was alive and safe."
Kakashi couldn't say he was shocked. He remembered the tense relationship that had existed between the two nations back then; Tsunade hadn't been here, she hadn't witnessed the espionage from both sides of the border. She hadn't been at the skirmishes he'd participated in, nor had she seen the devastation on the face of waiting loved ones when they'd returned to Konoha without their brother, their sister, their father. If the man had gotten wind that the Land of Fire had failed in their mission then, he could have made waves; stirred his clan into attacking and a war could have broken out right after they'd just gotten out of one.
"Kakashi," Tsunade's sharp tone pulled him out of his thoughts, and he snapped to attention, blinking at her as she continued, "That man is now the Tsuchikage. And," she fished a scroll out of a desk drawer, launching it at him before continuing, "He is now aware we lied."
In an instant, a piece of the puzzle fell into place for him.
"That's why they stole the records."
Tsunade nodded shortly, speaking again. "He's demanding an audience. He wants blood, Kakashi. It turns out; she was his only child, and he'd been hopeful to reunite with her after all these years."
"Did he explain how he got the intel?" Kakashi asked her, his hands clenching into fists. He already knew the answer to that; so did Tsunade, and she glared at him.
"No, he mentioned nothing about a letter from Danzo," she said abruptly. "Though we know from the autopsy results that one icertainly/i existed."
iThat bastard/i, Kakashi thought to himself angrily. Whatever Danzo was up to, he had laid the groundwork for the tensions between the Land of Earth and the Land of Fire to reignite - and so soon after the invasion; after the explosions that he no doubt also had a hand in. Kakashi knew without needing proof that Danzo had led the girl's father - the Tsuchikage - to believe that the girl had died in the cave in the North Pass - a fact they now believed to be false.
"What the fuck is he doing?" Kakashi growled out, unable to stop his tone nor his language.
"Isn't it obvious, Kakashi?" Tsunade snorted, her eyes flashing. "He's cleaning up loose ends and setting the board for war. Biwako told Shizune during her visit that she recalled her husband telling her he was troubled then by Danzo's insistence at going to war with Iwa. Lord Third cut Danzo out of the loop when it was suggested that Konoha should agree to the request and use the girl against them."
"And the explosions?" Kakashi asked her, his eyebrow arched. Tsunade sighed heavily, glancing up as the door clicked open slowly.
"Undetermined as of yet, beyond what we already know," she answered him just as Shino walked into the office; hands stuffed in his pockets, sunglasses still covering his eyes despite the late hour. He didn't speak as he moved to stand in front of Tsunade's office, where he bowed respectfully and then straightened his posture.
"Were you followed?" Tsunade questioned him.
"No," came Shino's even reply as he pulled a small plastic bag from his pocket containing the seed he'd swallowed last time he'd been in the office. Just then, the door opened again and Kakashi glanced up to see Tenzo walking in.
"I apologize for being late, Lady Hokage," the man told her as he went to one knee in front of the blonde, bowing his head. "I was ensuring there were no trackers from Root nearby. He wasn't followed."
Tsunade nodded, motioning for him to stand again. He did, grabbing the bag from Shino and pouring the seed into the palm of his hand. It disappeared into a poof, and Kakashi watched as his friend closed his eyes, absorbing the information his seed had gathered. A few seconds later, Tenzo opened his eyes and began to speak.
"The initiation was completed, Lady Hokage. The curse seal has been placed on his tongue and he's sworn his loyalty to Danzo."
"What else?" Tsunade asked, studying Shino, who stood there as motionless and expressionless as ever. Looking at him, Kakashi could understand why the younger man had always creeped Sakura out. He couldn't suppress a shiver of his own as he watched a beetle dart across the boy's pale cheek.
"Not much," Tenzo answered with a disappointed huff of his breath, eyes closing in focus again before he added, "They're going to be having more frequent meetings than normal; the next one is September 1st."
"Twelve days," Tsunade pondered, glancing over at Kakashi. "Don't they typically meet once a month?"
He nodded, a frown forming on his lips. "Yeah. Something is going on," he glanced over at Shino, who made no motion to confirm. He sighed, looking back over at Tsunade, who was turned away from them now and looking out over the village blanketed in darkness.
"Aburame, you are to swallow another seed in a week's time. You will meet with Tenzo at a place of his choosing. He will contact you with details. You are both dismissed," she told both Shino and Tenzo without turning around. Not hearing his name, Kakashi didn't move. She waited for the door to pull closed behind Tenzo to speak again, her words stern.
"The meeting with the Tsuchikage will be happening in two months' time, Kakashi. I want that girl found by then. Consider yourself on call indefinitely. I understand that you've been spending a lot of time at your father's old farmhouse?"
"Yes, Lady Hokage," he answered her before adding, "The explosion-"
She waved him off. "Yes, yes," she spoke impatiently. "Just make sure that you are reachable."
When she didn't speak for a few moments, nor turn around, he began moving for the door. His hand was on the knob when he stopped as her voice filled the room again, an air of warmth to it.
"It has a lot of space, if I remember correctly. Sakura will have plenty of room to practice her Cherry Blossom Impact out there."
A smile tugged at the corners of Kakashi's lips under his mask, and he felt Genma's smirking eyes from across the room. He flipped him the bird, earning a chuckle from the bodyguard as he exited the office and pulled the door closed behind himself.
The walk back to the loft didn't take Kakashi long at all, and he found Pakkun standing on the landing right where he'd left him. The pug gave him a wag of his tail as Kakashi made his way up the stairs slowly.
"It was all clear here, Boss."
"Thank you, Pakkun," Kakashi told the dog, pulling a biscuit out of his pouch and handing it to the animal before adding with a small smile, "Don't go telling the others about these."
Pakkun said nothing else as he disappeared into another poof, his cheeks still full of the treat. The silver-haired man was still chuckling as he stepped into the loft, arching his eyebrow when he noted immediately that all the lights were off.
"Sakura?" He called her name out, stepping past the entryway into the next room, looking down the hall. He smiled when he heard off-pitch singing echoing from a shower, the sound of the spray now audible to his ears. He slid his sandals off, placing them along the wall just inside the foyer and then walked towards the end of the hall to a pink door, knowing right away that it was hers.
He left the door open as he stepped inside, taking in her personal sanctuary the way she'd done earlier with his childhood bedroom. The walls were a darker, more vibrant shade of pink than the pastel covering the door. He saw a bookshelf along the wall, arching his eyebrow when he noted an entire empty shelf, dust stopping where the books would have sat. He let his eyes move on to a messy, over-stuffed closet and smiled.
His eyes next settled on her desk, which seemed to be where she spent most of her time. He realized he'd never asked her what it was that she wrote the few times he'd caught her scribbling away, but he supposed it didn't really matter. Above the cluttered desk was a collage of photos; mostly of her and Ino, he realized with another smile.
He had just sat down on her bed when he heard the shower pressure jolt off in the wall behind him, and he leaned back, waiting for her to finish up in the bathroom. A few minutes later, she padded into the bedroom, her head tilted down as she toweled her hair. When he saw the robe she was wearing; white and covered in little pink ducks, he couldn't contain his laugh.
Sakura's head shot up at the unexpected sound, sending a few drops of water against his laughing face. She swatted him with the towel, her cheeks puffed as she huffed; though, he realized, there was no mistaking the twinkle shining in her green eyes.
"I thought you wouldn't be here til after midnight," she told him, plopping onto the mattress next to him, her knees knocking against his as she let her head lean against his shoulder.
Kakashi glanced at the alarm clock on her desk, finding that it was a half past eleven and he shrugged, letting his arm rest across her shoulders. "There wasn't much learned in tonight's meeting," he spoke quietly.
"Are you just telling me that? Or is it true?" She murmured her question, letting her hand move to his thigh.
"I wouldn't be back early if I was lying, would I?" He mused gently, tilting her chin up so that she met his gaze. He felt bad for his dishonesty when he saw her features relax, but he knew that telling her anything about the Tsuchikage, or his apparent thirst for blood, would not help him keep her from interfering. She pecked his lips chastely, shifting her body so that she was straddling him.
"I'm glad you're here early, actually," she murmured against his neck. When he groaned as she scraped her teeth over his jugular, he felt her smirk imprinted into his skin, and he reached for her hips, pushing on her gently.
"Sakura," he muttered, his head falling back against the wall in frustration.
She leaned in again, kissing the corner of his mouth before she whispered, "I don't want to play this game anymore. I want you, Kakashi."
Another groan fell from his parched lips as she rolled her hips against his, and it took every bit of self control to lift her and put some space between them. "It's not the game," he told her, letting his lips graze over the top of her shoulder. "It's..." he blushed. "This is your iparents/i' place."
"The farm, then," she told him pointedly, already moving off of his lap. She pulled her curtains shut before shedding the robe, tossing him a taunting smirk over her shoulder.
Kakashi's chest sucked in, his lungs depleted of oxygen as he watched the robe slither to the floor slowly, her damp hair falling down her defined upper back, her shoulder blades dipping in as she flexed her arms back slightly to slough the garment off in a way that made his cock twitch. As the robe slid lower; falling past the twin globes of her ass, he sucked in a sharp breath. Her airy giggle filled his ears and he trapped his bottom lip between his teeth; eyes traveling further with the robe, watching the muscular backs of her thighs come into focus. At last the robe hit the floor at about the same time his jaw did when she bent completely over to grab a pair of sweats from the floor of her closet.
"I thought you were tired of our little game," he grumbled, watching her cover her lower half again, adding in a quieter mutter, "Little tease."
"I read one of your books," she told him with a grin, nodding to the corner of her nightstand. He turned and saw a green iIcha Icha/ithat he knew quite well. He lifted his eyebrow, turning to face her again, finding that she had pulled a sports bra on.
"I might have to test your knowledge with a little...pop quiz later," Kakashi gave her a heated stare as she pulled a red tee on. After her sandals were on, he asked, "You ready to head out?"
"Almost," she replied, reaching back into the closet for a canvas bag. She grabbed his hand, leading him into the living room, where she left him alone for a few minutes while she disappeared into first the bathroom, and then the kitchen. When she returned, her bag was filled to bursting point with various bottles and a wad of cleaning rags.
"Now are you ready?" He chuckled, accepting the bag as she offered it to him. She held up her finger, disappearing down the hallway for a moment. She emerged with a broom and small dustpan in one hand and a pair of camping lanterns in the other.
"Now I'm ready," she answered him, heading towards the entryway. He followed her out of the loft, stopping for her to lock the place up before she walked down the stairs first, taking one step at a time so she wouldn't trip on the long broom handle.
"We could have come back in to the village for this tomorrow, you know," Kakashi told her as they began walking towards the village gates. She shot him a pointed look, shaking her head.
"Nope," she said, popping the iP/i. "That would mean less time alone with you. And I simply can't abide by that tomorrow, Kakashi."
He chuckled, letting his free hand smack her ass playfully, sending her forward a few steps. The two walked quietly through the streets, finding Izumo and Kotetsu in their usual spots. Kotetsu nudged his partner, smirking between his bandages as the two shared a look.
"Off to the farm again?" Izumo asked in a sing-song tone, glancing at the array of supplies the pair were carrying with an arched eyebrow.
Kakashi just rolled his eyes, signing their names in the book before he led Sakura out of the village. When they reached the same path he'd first taken her on to reach the farm, he turned and smiled gently at her. "You wanna take the scenic route?"
"Tempting," she thought about it for a moment before she shook her head. "But I don't want to carry this broom for thirty more minutes."
He nodded, leading her down to the end of the main road, turning towards the farm once she was behind him. An owl called in the distance, the leaves rustling on their branches as a cool breeze made its way through the trees, bringing a shiver to Sakura's shoulders.
"I should have grabbed a blanket," she admonished herself in retrospect, giving him a sheepish smile. He wrapped his free arm around her shoulder, bringing her close to him.
"I'll keep you warm, don't you worry about that," he breathed against her ear. Sakura blushed, letting her head tilt against his bicep as they walked along the road.
The walk was short; about fifteen minutes and they were approaching the farm. The house loomed darkly over the lawn, and Sakura briefly imagined the way it would look eventually; with welcoming windows lit, casting a soft glow over the grassy expanse outside its walls. It made her chest bubble up with some unfamiliar emotion that she couldn't place her finger on. All she knew was that she liked the way her brief daydream made her feel, and she weaved her fingers with Kakashi's as he led her over to where the tent was still pitched.
"I'll light the fire," Kakashi told her as he sat the bag down on the ground. "Why don't you get comfortable?"
"Kakashi," she said his name slowly, drawing out the syllables as she tightened her grip on his wrist, pulling him towards the tent before she added, "I've been waiting iall/inight and then iall/i day, and now iall/i night again. The damn fire can wait."
Her words left no room for argument, and he could only follow behind her into the tent, her shirt already over her head while his hands fumbled with his pants. He smirked when the cool air brought her nipples to attention underneath the sports bra, his eyebrow raised.
"You'll catch a cold," he said with a itsk/i, tauntingly pushing the flap of the tent open. She growled in response, leaning over and jerking him so that he fell on top of her, a determined look flashing across her face.
"You'll keep me warm, remember?" She retorted, leaning up to capture his lips in a feverish kiss. He grinned against her mouth, his hands gliding down her arms as she lifted her right leg, hooking it around his waist. He nipped her bottom lip, taking advantage of her gasp and sliding his tongue inside, twisting it alongside her own just as he pushed her hips down with his rough left hand.
Sakura's hips arched high up against his as he buried his face against her neck, his breath hot on her chilled skin. A small whimper passed her swollen lips as he scraped his teeth back up along her jaw before he kissed the tip of her chin, his tongue gliding up the other side of her face. Her fingers moved to his outer biceps, her nails digging into the firm flesh when she felt his hand reach behind him, his calloused fingers wrapping around her ankle. She pouted as he placed her leg along side his body.
"Roll over," he growled against her ear, leaning back to give her room. She obeyed his command, rolling onto her stomach. The squeaking sound she made as he hoisted her hips into the air went straight to his cock; the bulge straining almost uncomfortably against the front of his didn't go unnoticed by Sakura, who was peeking at him through glazed eyes over her shoulder. As though he needed encouragement, she wiggled her hips enticingly and his eye darkened to black as he closed the distance between them. He quickly tugged her sweats down with one hand, his grip with the other on her side firm as he pulled her over his bent knee.
"You've been teasing me iall/i nightand /iall/iday and then /iall/inight again," he mimicked her earlier words in a husky tone, his hand gliding gently over the curve of her ass, his thumb sliding against the crack and eliciting a breathy sigh.
"I guess maybe I like our game, after all," she tittered, pushing her rear up against his hand. He arched his eyebrow, running his free hand up her back, letting his nails rake across her scalp before he gently pushed her face down against a pillow, his fingers pulling her hair into a firm grip. She squeezed her thighs together in response, but he smirked when the scent of her arousal hit his nose.
"Hmm," he hummed, glancing down at her blushing face. "You know what I think, Sakura?"
Her answer was a breathy pant, and he chuckled as her hips bucked against his hand. She cried out as he suddenly brought down his hand on her right ass cheek in a hard spank. He took a moment to admire the bright pink flush of her pale skin where his palm had connected, his eyes flicking to her face.
"I think you've been a brat. And you know what happens to brats who misbehave," he grinned at her, keeping eye contact as he brought his hand down again, this time on her left cheek. Her mouth was agape, an unintelligible sound falling from her mouth as the force of his hand pushed her throbbing clit against the side of his leg; both too much friction and not enough, she squirmed and lifted her ass again, her mouth twisting into a smirk of her own.
"Punish me, iSensei/i," she told him, her words a challenge that brought his primal side roaring to the surface. Kakashi spanked again, this time harder. Her hands twisted into the bedroll beneath them, her head rolling forward as she groaned.
His hand connected again, this time on the back of her thighs as he spoke again, his tone dark, "Careful, Sakura," he murmured, rubbing his hand over her burning flesh before he spanked again, adding, "Are you sure you know what you're asking me?"
"I trust you," she answered him, her lust-darkened gaze meeting Kakashi's own molten one.
"Do you, now?" He mused, loosening the grip on her hair, moving his hand to her chin, holding her face as he studied her for a moment. He continued, "If you want to keep playing ithis/i game, Sakura, there are rules."
"Okay," she nodded, biting her bottom lip.
"First; if you want me to stop doing something, you need to say the word red. Do you understand?" He asked her, his tone firm. Again she nodded, and he continued, "I want to hear you say it."
"I understand," she answered, grinding herself against his leg and whimpering when he spanked her again, clucking his tongue as he settled his hand to hold her firmly in place.
"Second; for this game to work, you need to give me control of your pleasure. It will be intense at times, more so than you've experienced before. Are you prepared to do that for me, Sakura?"
His hand was gliding between her thighs now, the pad of his index finger trailing down her ass crack and to the dripping folds of her pussy, earning several soft whines and a wiggle of her hips from the wanton kunoichi, who nodded her head.
"Yes, Kakashi," she murmured, glancing at him from underneath heavy pink lashes, her eyes burning with desire. "I idid/i read that book, you know."
Kakashi chuckled, slowly sliding his finger inside of her, his eyes watching every subtle reaction as he curled against ithat/i spot; the way her pupils dilated, the way her nostrils flared open and her mouth parted in that iO/i shape that made him want to kiss her until neither of them remembered how to breathe.
"There's a third rule," he smirked down at her, pressing his finger more firmly against her, feeling the way her thighs quivered and seeing the way her spine stiffened. She groaned, closing her eyes and pushing back against his hand.
"You and your rules," she whined. When she felt him pulling his finger out, she quickly added, "What? What's the third rule, Sensei?"
Kakashi just grinned, reaching for her hand and pulling it over his bulge, letting her feel the way he twitched when she used his honorific. He leaned down so that his mouth was right over her ear as he whispered roughly, "It's one just for me. I want you to call me that tonight."
Sakura blushed, nodding her head. "Yes, Sensei," she smiled a little too sweetly up at him, wiggling her hips. "Now, if you're done-"
He arched his eyebrow, itsk tsking/i her, pulling his finger out and giving her pussy a gentle smack, earning a breathy sound from her. "Still so mouthy, even after your punishment. Lie on your back, Sakura."
Sakura's stomach was swirling with nerves and excitement as she rolled off of his knee, slowly positioning herself so that she was leaning back facing him, her arms extended behind her as she watched him reaching into a bag in the corner of the tent. When he turned to face her, she bit her bottom lip when she saw him holding a length of rope.
"What's that for?" She asked him, a sharp exhale following her words as his hand gently pushed her chest down so that she was lying flat on her back.
"You tell me," he chuckled, teasing his fingers over each of her hardened nipples, tweaking them through the bra before he trailed them further down, her skin trembling everywhere that he touched. "You read the book, right?"
Sakura's face flushed beet red, and she moved to her knees, sliding so that her back was to him. She put her arms behind herself, crossing them at the wrists; glancing hesitantly over her shoulder, her unease melted when she saw the look on his unmasked face that was somewhere between possessive and tender - a juxtaposition she didn't quite understand, but knew that she trusted implicitly.
His touch was rough against her skin; like sandpaper on satin as he criss-crossed the rope firmly around her wrists and up her forearms, his movements deft as he tied off the ends in a square knot. When he was done, he tested the rope's hold, nodding in satisfaction before he tapped her shoulder.
Sakura shimmied so that she was facing him again, and he smiled down, rewarding her first act of submission with a soft kiss to her lips, his left hand caressing her cheek while his right stroked her hair.
"You're being so good for me already," he murmured against her lips, pecking the corner of her mouth. He pulled away, letting his hand come to a rest on her jaw. "I want my good girl to spread her legs for me."
Sakura eagerly responded, pulling her knees apart, her eyes cast down. She had never felt so exposed before; her pussy was sopping wet, her arousal dripping down onto the bedroll. Kakashi's gaze was burning straight through her, his grey eye now black as he gripped her chin, making her look up at him.
"Don't look away," he spoke firmly, his words carrying a gentle undertone. "You're beautiful like this, Sakura. Look at yourself; go on," he moved the hand on her chin to her hair, pushing her head down. "See how wet you are for me? Look at how pretty your little flower is," he continued, grinning as he saw the blush creeping down to her chest, painting her alabaster skin a beautiful shade of his new favorite color.
Sakura looked, watching as Kakashi's fingers slowly spread her pussy open to her eyes. She was glistening wet, his fingers slipping easily against her as her heat clenched, desperate for something to fill her. He made a throaty sound that made her wriggle closer to him, needing his hands on her.
"Tell me what you want, Sakura," Kakashi told her, his finger sliding back inside of her, a second one soon joining. He moved achingly slow, the pad of his thumb pressed firmly against her sensitive clit as her hips pushed up against him. She opened her mouth as if she were going to answer, but all that came out was a cry of his name as he at last found her g-spot with the tips of his fingers. "iLook at me/i," his voice snapped her back to the present. He pulled his fingers out, bringing them to rest on her chin. "Tell me what you want."
"I want to taste you," she managed to mumble out. Kakashi lifted his eyebrow, moving his hand back in between her legs, teasing her slit.
"Taste what? My fingers?" He asked her, sliding his index finger just inside of her, earning a slow moan. She bit her bottom lip, shaking her head. "No?" his finger pulled away, his nails scraping up her stomach. "What, then?"
Sakura felt her skin tingling everywhere his hands were; her stomach, over to her side, spider-crawling up her ribs. "Your cock, Sensei," she finally managed to squeak out, her eyes glancing away. His hand was moving again, pulling her focus; along the valley between her breasts, over her clavicle, around her throat. Sakura's eyes fluttered closed, and she bit her bottom lip, stifling a moan.
"Good girl," he cooed to her, his throat rumbling. He squeezed his fingers, watching the way her thighs shook with a grin. "Your body is so pretty, so responsive."
He reached down and pushed his boxers down at last, his cock springing up against his stomach with a loud slap that drew a small moan from Sakura. He stroked himself for a moment, giving her a moment to breathe before he moved to his haunches.
"Come here," he directed her, watching as she slid on her knees so that she was kneeling in front of him, her eyes glancing up at his face as she waited for his next words. He smiled, stroking her face tenderly. "Such a pretty face."
The smile on her mouth was positively dreamy, the look of it filling Kakashi's heart with more love than he'd ever felt in a single moment before in his life. He slid his index finger over her lips, tapping them twice before he guided her by the hair to his cock. Once her lips were just hovering over him, he tightened his grip on her hair; holding her head in place, Kakashi gripped the base of himself with the other hand and smeared a glob of precum from her cheek to her lips, and then down to the tip of her chin as he tilted her head back to look at him.
"Even prettier with me all over your lips," Kakashi grinned down at her, releasing her hair and readjusting his body so that he was stretched out on the bedroll. He grabbed their two pillows, pushing them behind his back so that he was leaning against them. Sakura's tongue darted along her lips when she watched him crook his index finger at her slowly, his slate eye burning into her wide green gaze as she scooted on her knees, moving in between his legs.
His fingers weaved into her long pink hair again, twisting so that he was able to pull her even closer. He leaned up, his lips hovering over hers with a wolfish grin that made her insides twist up, her thighs twitching when she felt his hand grip the left one, scratching his nails across and leaving angry red welts behind that stung deliciously as his arm brushed over them. The hand in her hair guided her head down, her nose brushing along his inner thigh. His cock twitched above her as she glanced up at him through her lashes.
Sakura didn't wait for direction, keeping her eyes on his as her tongue slipped out of her mouth and touched to the base of his length. A tremor shivered through her as a hiss of pleasure slipped past Kakashi's lips; tugging on her head, she licked her way slowly up all pulsing eight inches of him, his musky scent overwhelming her senses.
Feeling bold once she'd reached the head of his cock, Sakura took initiative again, building up a thick wad of saliva in her mouth. She maintained eye contact with him; he was looking at her in such a way that made her feel like she was prey at his mercy. She opened her mouth, letting the spit slowly drizzle down onto him.
The hand that had marked her thigh came up to wrap around the side of her throat, his index finger firm against her skin. A surge of creamy arousal squished at the entrance to her canal as he commanded her to suck in an authoritative tone. She complied immediately, sinking her mouth down onto him. His hand moved from her throat to her shoulder, his fingers rubbing her shoulder tenderly even as the hand on the back of her head pushed her head firmly, his hips bucking up against her mouth. She gagged around Kakashi; her wrists behind her squirming against the rope that bound her and he stopped, keeping his eyes on hers.
Sakura nodded, signaling to him that she wanted to continue, and he did it again. She hummed around his length, holding her jaw slack. When she curled the tip of her tongue to roll around him as her head bobbed up and down half his length a few times, she felt his body shudder beneath hers and did it again, this time letting her tongue wrap tightly around his shaft as he lifted her off of him.
"You're so good at sucking my cock," Kakashi praised her, his thumb stroking her chin and wiping away a trail of spit that still connected them before he continued in a raspy tone, "I want to fuck that pretty little mouth of yours, Sakura."
The way he said her name, the middle syllable lilting into the last, made Sakura's heart skip a beat, her thighs squeezing together as she meekly nodded. He leaned in, capturing her lips in a rough kiss; his salty taste on both of their tongues as he claimed her mouth as his. "Good girl," he murmured as he broke the kiss, the hand on her head slowly guiding her mouth back down onto his cock.
Using her hair to hold her head in place, Kakashi thrust his hips up, shoving his cock into her waiting mouth. He took his time, keeping his eyes focused on hers as he let out a grunt when he felt the vibration of her throat humming around the first four inches of his length. He stopped there, keeping himself half-buried in her mouth as she breathed slowly, her nostrils flaring with a deep breath. When he felt her muscles relaxing, he moved the hand on her shoulder to her hollowed cheek.
"Are you ready to take all of me now?" He asked her, the calloused pad of his thumb trailing circles into her soft skin. Sakura nodded her head and he spoke as he slowly pressed further; his head falling back when her throat constricted around him, pulling him deeper within. After she'd taken another full inch, he pulled all the way out, slapping his cock lightly against her lips before he slid back in again.
"Kami, you look so sexy," he growled down to her; moving his free hand to the back of her neck, his other hand re-positioned to grip her hair at the top of her head. "Your throat is so tight around my cock," he told her as he used his firm grip on her head to pull her further down, shivering as her hot breath puffed over his inner thigh.
He didn't stop until her forehead was pressing against his stomach; her swollen lips stretched wide around the base of him. He held her there for a moment; the sound of her squelching around him, the muscles of her throat going through phases of constricting and relaxing. When she hummed, the jolt of it sent electricity coursing through Kakashi's groin and up his spine; his back stiffening, he released his hold on her head with both hands just long enough to yank the sweater that was suddenly stifling over his head, tossing it over Sakura and against the back of the tent.
"Look at me, Sakura," Kakashi's firm voice spoke, pulling her out of her own haze. The pads of his fingertips brushed away the tears pricking the corners of her green eyes as she opened them wide, giving him what he'd demanded and meeting his gaze at last. He held her face, his eyes gentler than his tone had been. His next words were spoken softly as he recoiled his hips, his cock slowly retreating from her mouth.
"I'm going to start now."
Sakura could only blink in response as he abruptly lifted his hips hard against her mouth, thrusting all eight inches of his cock inside; through her curled lips, along her hot, wet tongue, past the opening of her tight throat and all the way down until her nose was planted firmly against his lower abdomen. The skin of his stomach burned against Sakura's sweat-soaked brow, his muscles rippling in response to the choking, gurgling sounds she was making.
"Through your nose, Sakura," Kakashi reminded her gently as he saw the panic flash through her eyes when she tried to breathe through her filled mouth, her arms struggling behind her. His free hand stroked her cheek lightly and he pulled back just enough to give her a quick gulp of air before he plunged back in, the hand on her cheek moving to her shoulder.
"Look how hard I am for you," his voice was gruff as he spoke, lifting her by her hair before he pulled her back down again, repeating the motion slowly over the course of a few minutes. "I can't get enough of that mouth of yours. You're so pretty with my cock buried in your throat, Sakura. Like it belongs there."
Sakura felt tingling in between her thighs, her core aching for his touch. Kakashi grinned down at her as she squirmed, her sex making a sloshing sound as she pulled her thighs tightly together. "Open them," he commanded, bringing the hand on her shoulder to the inside of her thigh, his fingers pinching the sensitive skin. Her eyes widened; her throat expanding just enough in her would-be gasp for him to buck his hips against her mouth, filling her even more than she'd thought possible.
"Just like that, Sakura," he cooed, watching her knees part, her thighs pulling open and leaving her aching, dripping pussy exposed to his hungry gaze. "Keep them open."
He didn't say another word as he pulled up, giving her another breath of air before rooting himself in her throat again. He held her head firmly as his hips shallowly thrust for a few minutes, groaning every time she'd hum or choke against his throbbing cock; all eight inches buried. He began to alternate between shallowly fucking her face and deep-throating her, the outline of his length bulging against her throat.
After about ten minutes, Kakashi made one last deep thrust before he removed his length from the hot sleeve of her throat. Watching as she gasped for oxygen, he smiled tenderly down at her unwavering gaze; no shame in her exhaustion, no attempt to hide her smeared, sloppy face from him. "You did so good, Sakura. You took all of me; every last bit, didn't you?"
Sakura's cheeks blazed red, still not looking away as she nodded up at him. He leaned forward, pressing his lips to her forehead. When she began coughing, Kakashi reached outside of the tent; the cool breeze bringing a shiver to Sakura's sweaty skin as he grabbed a water bottle that he twisted open and held to her lips. She tilted her head back, letting him pour a small swig of water into her mouth, her throat burning as the cool liquid slid down her gullet.
"How are you doing so far with this?" He asked her gently, moving so that his arms were wrapped around her in a warm hug. Once her breathing was back to normal, Sakura tilted her head up so that she was looking directly at him.
"I'm fine, Sensei," she smiled shyly, her words scratchy as she squirmed closer to him, her next words edged with mischief that brought a smirk to his lips. "But if you don't touch me soon..." she trailed off, her words a whisper breathed against his ear. "I'm going to be bad."
"Is that so?" He asked her with an arched eyebrow, bringing the arm around her waist up to her chin, the one on her shoulders moving to grip her head tightly. "Tell me, what happened next in the book, again?"
Sakura thought about it for a moment and bit her bottom lip between her teeth, her cheeks blazing red as she recalled the scene he was talking about from his book. When she started moving into the position she remembered seeing on the page, Kakashi's arm gripped the top of the rope binding her arms, clucking his tongue.
"Tell me before showing me," his words were like lava flowing into her ears, emblazing her blood as it rushed down, heating the pool of desire in her core. Her pink tongue darted out against her swollen lips as she blinked up at him and answered him.
"He..." her voice cracked, he offered another drink of water and she continued, "He had her get on her knees, with her back like this," she slowly swiveled on her knees so that her back was to him, her mussed hair tumbling down in pink waves, tickling her shoulder blades.
"What next?" Kakashi purred, moving up behind her; his breath puffing like fire against her neck, his fingertips just barely grazing along the skin of her sides and coming to a stop just below the swell of her breasts.
"She bent over, like this," Sakura spoke again, leaning forward; his splayed hands supporting her as she bent her body in half, her legs bent at the knees, ass up in the air. Kakashi used her hair to lift her head, tucking one of the pillows that had been behind him underneath her face.
"Are you comfortable?"
She nodded, trapping her bottom lip in between her teeth as her knees pulled apart with the pressure he was exerting on her thighs. He pushed her legs wide, leaving her completely open to him. Sakura took a shaky breath, her eyes fluttering closed when she felt his hand back in her hair, pushing the side of her face down into the pillow as he placed his other finger at the very top of her ass crack, teasing her slowly as he trailed the split between her legs. A grunt of appreciation rumbled through his throat as he heard her mewl in pleasure, her thighs quivering the closer he got to her clit. When he finally got there, he rubbed two firm circles against the sensitive nub, her back arching high and a loud gasp falling from her parted lips.
"Please, Sensei," she finally managed words, her eyes opening and meeting his lazy gaze as he trailed his eye over her body. His cock twitched against his stomach when he saw that she was completely overcome with desire; not just that it was desire, but that it was for ihim/i she was looking at so wantonly. He nearly plunged his length in her at that moment, his own body aching to feel her hot, itight/i body milking him for everything he had to offer.
But, this was a game.
A game she iwanted/i to play.
A game which had rules.
Kakashi groaned, smoothing hands down the globes of her ass, his thumbs gliding down the small dips that separated her dripping pussy from her thighs. He leaned over her; blowing against her desperate slit, he grinned when she squirmed and pressed her ass back, lifting his head again.
"Please iwhat/i, Sakura?" He asked her, keeping his eyes trained on hers as he taunted her again, pressing his finger further into her slit. Sakura writhed against his touch, a whine of impatience passing her lips. He watched as her eyes feathered closed, her head rolling down the pillow so that her chin was pushing against the top of her shoulder as he slid the digit inside of her, a soft sigh following the whine.
"That," she muttered, her mouth a terse line across her face. Kakashi's eyes glanced down to her bound wrists, watching her fingers wiggling like lures on a line. He took the bait, no longer able to hold back his own desire to experience her. Kakashi sunk his middle finger in knuckle deep, adding his ring finger on the second thrust.
"That?" His voice was rich, the deep tone of it melting over Sakura and spreading warmth throughout her body. He leaned over her, pressing a wet kiss just above where his pinky knuckle was digging into her thigh. His hand was moving quickly now, fingers kept straight as he fucked her with them in fast, precise jabs that had her moaning his name.
"Y-Yes...iohhhhhh/i, Kami, j-just like that," she stammered out, her mouth falling agape, eyes squeezed shut.
"Tell me how much you like it," Kakashi whispered against her ass cheek, biting down and sucking hard enough to leave another mark. He curled his fingers occasionally now, pressing the tip of his finger against her g-spot.
"I love it, Sensei," she panted, opening her eyes and looking back at him. They were completely blown out; little green circles surrounding dilated pupils that threatened to steal the air from his lungs and the beat of his heart. He didn't expect her next words, whispered in a husky tone. "I love feeling your fingers in my..." she blushed, and he swallowed hard, his free hand going to his cock when she finished her sentence in a breathy moan. "...in my pussy."
He hummed, twisting his hand so that his fingers rotated inside of her as he trailed his tongue down her crack, noting the way she shivered when the wet tip of it touched to her puckered asshole. He grinned, lifting his head. "My good girl," he cooed to her, moving to hover over her so that his mouth was right over her ear when he whispered, "You're being such a good, dirty girl, aren't you, Sakura?"
She nodded her head, whimpering when his teeth tugged at the shell of her earlobe. He kissed his way down her spine, twisting his wrist again so that once again, his fingers rotated inside of her canal, earning a hiss of pleasure.
"Look at both of your pretty little pink holes," Kakashi murmured to her, pressing one open-mouthed, wet kiss against her left ass cheek before giving the same treatment to her right, his teeth scraping along the soft flesh and eliciting a breathy moan. He trailed his tongue tauntingly over her pucker, smirking as it clenched. "So desperate, hmm?" He spoke, his words muffled by her skin as his tongue flickered against her again. He looped his arms around her thighs, pulling her tightly against his face, pressing past the tightness.
"Oh, fuck," the curse slipped out of her mouth; her ass pushing back against him even further, his moan vibrating against her, his rough stubble making her skin tingle. The double sensations of his tongue combined with his fingers, still fucking her and still pressing against her g-spot with every thrust, was too much. "Ka-Ka-" She tried to get his name out, fingers digging into the ropes. "iFuck/i, p-please..."
He didn't reply with words, driving his tongue further inside of her virgin hole; her sweet, salty scent all he could focus on. A primal growl rumbled in his throat, pulling his hand away from his cock.
"Cum," he commanded her, his tongue sliding out of her hole. He brought his other hand up, lightly slapping her winking hole before he covered her with his mouth again, pushing his tongue in as far as he could, burying his face against her and groaning. She cried out as she was finally given her release.
Sakura's stomach sucked in tight, her body spasming as she gushed; her ass clenching around his tongue while her pussy squirted down towards the bedroll. His eyes closed, his fingers expelled from her canal with the force of her eruption. Kakashi returned his hand to her mound, using his middle and index fingers to spread her open as she convulsed again, her body going limp and falling against the padding as she breathed heavily.
"So beautiful, Sakura," he murmured, his tongue sliding along her slick, tasting her sweet nectar. "You're so fucking beautiful when you cum.
She purred in response, pushing back against his mouth even in her exhaustion. He chuckled, the feel of it earning a soft sigh. "Thank you, Sensei," she whispered, her breath catching in her throat. He flicked his tongue several more times before once again burying his face; this time in her pussy, the taste of her cum flooding his senses and making him growl against her.
Sakura moaned, arching her back and spreading her legs wider. He gripped her thighs with bruising force as he ate her, his tongue never managing to get as deep as he wanted. Her juices flowed down his chin, his nose molded to her taint. Her fingers managed at last to touch him, tangling into the ends of his silver strands of hair. Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut as she felt the pressure of another orgasm starting to build, her thighs burning as his stubble grazed against her.
She could feel it in every part of her; in every cell, down to her marrow. The pit in her abdomen was clenching almost painfully tight; her stomach sinking in hard as the breath was ripped from her lungs, flowing out of her mouth in the form of his name. Her heart had leaped from her chest; now lodged in her throat, the force of the beats coming so rapidly that it threatened to escape her body. Her fingers ripped at his hair; legs going rigid, toes curling. Sakura wailed; large tears spilling from the corners of her eyes.
"It's t-too much," she cried, straining against the rough hands gripping her legs, her wrists pulling against the rope. "K-Kashi, please, it's-"
Kakashi pulled away, swirling his tongue one more time against her clit before he pressed a gentle kiss to the inside of her shaky thigh. "It's okay, Sakura," he spoke to her softly, bringing his fingers back to her dripping folds, slowly sliding two fingers back inside of her, bending and holding them against her overstimulated g-spot. "You're being so good; look at how much your body craves my touch."
Sakura managed to open her eyes, her bottom lip wobbling as she let out another loud cry as she felt the dam burst; her second orgasm ripping through like waves after a hurricane, thick gobs of cream slipping past his fingers and into his palm. Her vision flashed white; her soul jumping from her body and seeking escape from the sensory overload in some far-off place. Her hips convulsed like aftershocks following an earthquake; the force of it nearly as devastating as her body finally collapsed, her body a spent heap covered in sweat and her own fluids.
Kakashi reached for the ends of the square knot below her elbows, making quick work of unweaving the rope, which he tossed to the corner of the tent. He scooped her limp form into his lap, her head lolling weakly against his chest as he cradled her. Sakura was only vaguely aware of his hands; one stroking her hair tenderly, the other securely holding her. Even in her dissociated state, she was keenly aware of the strong sense of safety she felt there, wrapped up in Kakashi's strong arms.
He was still holding her when the sudden flow of tears came a few minutes later; panic bubbling from deep within, bursting to the surface with a choked sob. Kakashi's arms rocked her, his voice whispering soft words into her ear as she shook against him violently.
"K-Kashi," she whimpered his name, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she wept. He left a trail of kisses along her jaw, little reminders that he wasn't going anywhere. "W-What's hap-happening?"
He hummed to her, the low tone of it soothing to her. "Your body is reacting to a rush of chemicals released by your brain," he explained gently, his hand rubbing her back. When she let out another strangled cry, he pressed his lips to the top of her crown, nuzzling her. "You're okay, Sakura."
Sakura had never felt so vulnerable before; so broken and shattered, her pieces gathered in Kakashi's calloused hands. She lost sense of time and space again; his heartbeat against her ear the only reminder that he was never far away as her consciousness roamed in an inky black purgatory somewhere between her body and heaven. His deep, velvety voice called to her occasionally; little reminders that he was there, that she was there, and that he loved her.
Her head felt fuzzy as she came back to him some time later, her eyes blinking up at him blearily. His eye was locked in on her gaze in a moment, a tender smile dancing over his lips. She weakly lifted her hand, ghosting her fingertips across his scratchy chin and returned his smile with a sleepy one of her own.
"Welcome back," he spoke gently, his fingers covering hers, threading them together before he brought them to his mouth and pressed a slow kiss to their intertwined knuckles. "How are you feeling?"
"Hmm..." she thought about it for a moment before settling on, "Warm."
Kakashi smiled against their fingers, kissing her once more before he shifted so that they were lying down on the bedroll, her body tucked firmly up against his. He wrapped his arm around her stomach, burying his face in her hair and inhaling the faint scent of floral shampoo that still clung to her soft pink tendrils.
"You really are an angel," he breathed against her neck, laying a kiss there and smiling against her skin as she nestled even closer.
"You didn't..." she trailed off, her eyes drifting closed. Kakashi just hummed against her, his fingers trailing light circles into her skin.
"We've got all night, tenshi," he whispered to her, letting his own eye shut as he slipped off to sleep; all of his senses overwhelmed by everything that was Sakura - her spicy scent, her quiet breathing, her soft curves and most of all, the taste of her sweet cum still on his tongue.