11: A Dog on his knees.

Very slowly, almost hesitantly, Kakashi pushed himself into me. I gasped with every shoving inch without breaking our constant kiss. Just when I thought my insides would go up in flames from this tingling burning, Kakashi paused, withdrew and began his groping forward again, but this time deeper. Never had I focused so much on what it felt like to be penetrated. I felt his hard length thrust in me over and over again. It hurt a little unexpectedly and in my head the reason for this pain wanted to fight its way to the surface, but I didn't want to allow myself to think about anything other than Kakashi right now. I stretched my hips towards him, moved away from his soft lips, buried my face in the crook of his neck and panted heavily against his hot, good-smelling skin, "Harder.. Kakashi.." A nice formulation for the request to fuck my brain out.

Kakashi growled softly, shifted his weight a bit and began to thrust himself firmer into me. The burning became stronger, I moaned and bit his neck when he hit his pelvis against mine for the first time. The second and third time I squealed loudly. The pain gradually subsided, gave way to an impetuous desire that only made me gasp soundlessly. My mind suppressed every worry, every bad thought that could have distracted me from this insane feeling. I felt that big, hard cock inside me, his hands on my right chest and under my neck, the heat of his body spilling over to me, bringing my shaken core to a boil. This skin, soaked with irresistible pheromones, cut off every hesitant synapse and I simply enjoyed, enjoyed everything Kakashi triggered in me. This pure happiness that I was witnessing flooded my brain with dopamine and my whole body shook under every thrust. Sex was good. So damn good..

His rhythm changed, became more tender again as he felt my trembling hands dig into his shoulder blades. "Hinata..", he murmured right next to my ear and stopped his movements completely. I couldn't answer. My breath was choppy and when he continued to speak, I knew why. "Hinata, are you crying..?" He was about to straighten up, presumably to be able to look me in the face, but I used all my almost non-existent strength to hold him in position. He shouldn't see it. "No," I breathed, even though I knew that was a lie. "No, I.. It just feels so good." That was not a lie. But how was I supposed to explain what was going on inside me without risking Kakashi losing his boner? I wanted him to keep going, to fuck me further to seventh heaven. I wanted him. Only him. More of him. "Can we.. Can we change positions?"

"Yeah," he whispered, pushed himself up and before he had a chance to take a glance at my face, I had turned away from him and got down on my knees. I gathered all my mental strength, with which I built my mask in everyday life, and said with a sniffle, but in a firm and intentionally smoky voice, "I want you to fuck me hard. Thou shalt not hold back." I let my hips rotate. Kakashi seemed to hesitate. Past my downward hanging breasts and through my spread legs, I saw Kakashi sitting behind me, slowly rubbing his penis near the root. He had just moved, when I said quickly, "Wait! Before you start, can you take off your pants?"

I saw him pause, then I heard his soft laugh. "Thank you for saying that. At some point it would have bothered me. Only don't get any less wet now, will you?"

A giggle came over my lips and while I reached between my legs, let my fingers run between my lips and alternately rubbed my clitoris and showed him my hole, I murmured, "Mhh~, you mean like this?"

Again, a hesitation. Then a gasp and a "Fuck.."

"Hurry up, Kakashi, or I'll just carry on without you," I purred diabolically.

He didn't need to be told twice. He jumped off the bed and struggled to strip off his jeans and boxer shorts. But as is so often the case when you were in a hurry, everything went wrong. He bounced around on one leg with his stiffy waving wildly through the air, lost his balance because he couldn't get his foot out of his trouser leg, and fell next to the bed with a muffled scream.

"Kakashi.. I can't wait any longer..", I sighed with a convincing whimper in my sweet voice.

Kakashi's fuzzy head appeared above the edge of the bed, his gaze only had to flit to my busy hand for a moment and he was standing again, carelessly threw his pants away, came to me on the mattress and knelt behind me. "You're so incredibly hot, Hinata..", he growled with an unmistakable desire in his dark voice. He gently slapped my hand, which I pushed under the pillow with the other. This allowed me to lean fully on my elbows and arch my back, giving Kakashi a better view of my vagina, which was now annexed by his own hand. He took my clit between his index and ring fingers, squeezed them a little and moved them back and forth without letting go of the swollen nerve knot. This made my abdomen pulsate and I buried my face in the pillow, moaning softly. I felt him stick his thumb in my hole, move in wide circles inside me and finally penetrate deep to the lowest joint and press firmly against a point I had honestly hoped to have. At the same time, he let his fingers vibrate and I screamed. My body wanted to flee from this feeling, I stretched my legs, made a hump and let sounds leave me that were suffocated by the down below me. Only dimly did I perceive how something tickled my anus, a damp, firm something that flickered over my rosette, and hot breath brushed my sweaty skin. As if electrified, everything about me shook, a tremendous strength built up in my abdomen and every excited throbbing so far was shit compared to this. My orgasm swelled to the limit in a very short time, so that I thought I was going to die here and now, under Kakashi's fingers, then it discharged. The thunderstorm in my center had reached its climax along with my exploding brain. My twitching muscles were the lightning, my rising and falling moans were the thunder and the rain came in the form of my secretion, which shot out of my body like a fountain.

I whimpered and trembled, and when Kakashi made no move to retreat, I grabbed his hand and dug my fingernails into it. "P-plea.. se... Stop..." I managed with difficulty between my desperate panting. I took my face out of the pillow to breathe better and saw with tearful eyes what was going on between my legs. Kakashi's fast-lifting belly, his rock-hard cock pumped slowly but steadily by his left hand, his thighs, the sheet under his knees – everything was wet. And it was my fault. "Shit..", I howled miserably and slumped down. "It.. I'm sorry, Kakashi..."

From behind me came a dark laugh. "Are you kidding?! That was the best that ever happened to me. Fuck, Hinata, you're just letting me cum through a little mouthwork, I could have just cum again, if I'm to be honest, and you're apologizing for what exactly?"

"I-I've messed everything up..", I grumbled embarrassed into my trembling fingers. My gigantic sense of shame brought more tears to my eyes, which now overflowed and conjured up two salty marks on the left and right of the bridge of my nose.

"Mh, come here," Kakashi said with an impatient growl, he pulled my hip up again and pressed his shaft lengthwise between my dripping labia, where he rubbed it against my still swollen clit and asked softly, "Does this feel to you like I'm angry with you? Huh? Hinata, you're driving me crazy.." He gasped slightly. "Fuck.. May I please fuck now?"

I nodded hastily, even though I didn't know if my overstimulated vagina was still capable of sending signals before I was actually going to die.

Without further delay or words, Kakashi penetrated me. We were both wet enough that it burned much less than before, but I still moaned with pleasure when his bulk forced itself completely into my still pulsating narrowness. Again, Kakashi only stayed for the blink of an eye until he started moving quickly. His fingers drilled into my hips, he slapped my cheek with the flat of his hand, which threw the wobbling triggered by his thrusts out of rhythm.

"Haahh, harder," it involuntarily escaped my throat, which was plagued by lustful sounds.

Kakashi struck again, so that a loud clapping echoed in the room. I cried out as his hand scorched my skin and flinched, but it wasn't just my outer muscles that reacted to this kind of treatment. His cock filled me completely, rubbed me together with the pain in my buttocks to another, much weaker, but still very brain-bursting orgasm. My abdomen contracted, intensifying the feeling of hardness that incessantly penetrated my vagina, and again I let out a deep roar that, if I had been in my right mind, could have been uncomfortable for me.

Almost painfully, Kakashi squeezed my already battered cheek with one hand, the other removed from the furrows his fingers had left in my flesh, and I answered what he did with a stifled gasp that immediately turned into another long, lust-soaked whining. Without warning, he stuck his thumb into my anus, let it circle there as well and finally pressed it down, so that the, as it felt, wafer-thin wall between the intestine and vagina was pressed against his constantly thrusting shaft. I threw my long hair through the air and screamed to the ceiling. Kakashi let go of my aching cheek, scratched my scalp roughly with his fingernails, clawed at a handful of hair and pulled my skull further into the back of my neck so that it choked off my air. My hoarse moans drowned out Kakashi's by far, but despite the fact that my vagina pulsed constantly, I clearly felt his. The speed with which his hips collided loudly with mine increased rapidly until the tempo changed to hardness, he drove my body forward several times only with his powerful blows and suddenly stopped with a loud, life-affirming moan.

Only the panting of both of us could still be heard, which quickly found a synchronous harmony. Minutes, hours passed, in which we struggled to catch our breath. Kakashi let go of my hair and his thumb slipped out of my sphincter and I would have expected him to withdraw completely, except for his cum inside me, but he didn't. He remained where he was with his erection still standing, bent over me, causing some of his drops of sweat to shatter on my back, which was also wet like the ocean of lust, and whispered in my ear with a seductive swing in his dark voice, "I want to hear you again, Hinata~"

And with these words, which made my heart stop for a moment, he kissed my shoulder, began to thrust himself into me again, and I could not restrain my terrified and at the same time excited gasp. "Ka-kashi.. I.. can't... any…." 'more', my brain completed my sentence, which was lost in a desperate moan. Yes, if I melted away in this nerve-wracking fire because of Kakashi, it would be a fine death.

"What can't you?" Kakashi murmured, licking my skin and pressing his upper body against mine, which moved to the beat of his pelvis.

"Nghhh," I told him as an answer. I could no longer speak, I could no longer think. No words formed in my brain, only the shadow, the veil of a single one, "... more..."

His sweat ran down my sides, his breath burned on my skin. "You can't take it anymore?"

I shook my head vigorously. "N-no-I..."

"Do you want more?" his deep, calm voice breathed on the back of my neck and I buried my face in the soaked pillow, which could only moderately muffle my loud "Yeeeeesss".

Kakashi's growling laughter sent his scorching breath over my shoulder blade before he licked over it, bit into it, at the same time put his hands on my throat and my hypersensitive clitoris from behind and thus ensured the final death blow of my pleasure. All I could do was scream suffocated, claw at sheets and pillows and allow it, allow everything. Allow Kakashi to tighten his grip on my neck, choking me mercilessly. Allow Kakashi to powerfully stimulate my clit with two fingers, making it glow like iron. Allow Kakashi to leave an imprint in my skin with his teeth, marking me as his property that I wanted to be willingly. Allow Kakashi to rob me of the last bit of dignity with his cock, elicit sounds from me that couldn't be found in any animal documentary, and fuck me over the cliff of my greed.

A feeling as if everything in me was dissolving took over me. Every drop of blood pooled between my legs, swelling into a balloon of passion that was burst by Kakashi himself. One last thrust, one last gasp and I felt how everything wanted to get out of me. I screamed as if I was in the slaughterhouse, my vagina closing tightly around Kakashi's member, which slid out of me, dragging a second fountain with it. My pelvis vibrated, my arms buckled under the weight of my arousal and I stretched my legs, lifted my abdomen up and finally collapsed again, completely exhausted. Everything had left me with this final climax, even the energy to breathe or think. I vaguely perceived how a deep voice moaned above me, something hot hit my labia and buttocks and something heavy lowered the mattress next to me.

It took me a few minutes to understand what was happening around me and to feel the uncontrollable trembling of my body. I weakly opened my eyes. Between me and the bedside lamp, Kakashi lay on his back. His skin was shiny, his chest rose and fell heavily and he had rested the heels of his hands on his forehead. His gray hair stuck to his temples in his sweat, which beaded over his exhausted face. Curiously, my gaze wandered downwards and I saw his cock still hanging semi-stiffly between his legs and gradually losing its imposingness. Flaccid penises were indeed not pretty. I let out an unsightly grunt, lifted a much too heavy, exhausted arm and placed my hand with a dull flap on his left nipple, under which his heart was racing diligently.

This touch brought Kakashi out of his delirium, he lowered his arms, put his big, sweaty hand on my smaller, also sweaty one, turned his face to me and smiled. He took a deep breath. "So the one with the guitar was quite good, wasn't it?"

I burst into a resounding, painful laugh and his chest shook a few times. He calmed down quickly, but I had trouble catching my breath during my seizure. "Hey-eey, don't forget to breathe," Kakashi said with an audible grin in his voice, but I couldn't. I gasped violently, grimaced and my laughter turned into a whimper.

Immediately, Kakashi turned on his side, grabbed my head and lifted it. "Hinata!" he shouted in my face.

I heard him and wanted to tell him that everything was okay with me, but my mouth didn't react to this lie. My crying was only interrupted by rapid gasping, which could hardly cope with the lack of oxygen in my brain. I felt hazy and clung desperately to Kakashi's forearms that had raised me. "I'm counting, you're breathing, through your nose, in here," it came muffled to my ears and I felt his hand on my stomach. "One.." I tried to suck in air. "Two.." I felt the resistance of his palm against my diaphragm. "Three.." My lungs wanted to burst, but I knew what was coming, held my breath while he counted and slowly let the air escape again.

This procedure was necessary a second and third time before my panic eased somewhat. In my chest, my heartbeat calmed down and the slight dizziness vanished. "Kakashi.. I'm sorry..", I murmured as soon as my voice was strong enough to speak.

"Sh-sh-shhh, it's all right, just breathe," Kakashi whispered, taking his hand off my stomach and pulling the blanket over our legs to cover his and at least part of my nakedness. "Are you okay?"

I nodded and gave an "Mh-hm".

Kakashi folded his hands in his lap. "Did I.. Did I do something that scared you?" he asked timidly.

I immediately shook my head, looked up into his worried eyes and said honestly, "No, you didn't, believe me. It's just.." I took a deep breath and lowered my gaze again. "There was just so much going on in my head. I was overwhelmed."

"Do you want to tell me by what?"

I hesitated. I wanted to because I owed it to him, but it cost me so much courage. This thing between us should not be destroyed because of my past. Hesitantly, I began to organize my thoughts and put them into words at the same time. "I.. I don't want you to think that I thought the sex sucked. Because it didn't, trust me." I laughed briefly, but then concentrated on my nervously nibbling fingers and formulating a sentence that promised halfway common sense. "It was just... perhaps too good. Fortunately, I didn't think it at that moment, but I was afraid. Afraid of what the feeling of sex triggers in me, that I would like it."

"Hinata..", Kakashi began quietly and seemed to wrestle with the words himself, "say.. were you still a virgin?"

Slowly I closed my eyes. "No." After a short silence, I added, "At least not physically. You were the first man I slept with voluntarily."

Kakashi gasped and when I looked at him, I noticed his shoulders shaking and he stared at me in shock. "What..?" he breathed tonelessly.

I swallowed hard. "Please, don't ask any further questions."

He jerked his head hastily. "No.. that.. I won't." He raised a hand to his parted lips with a glazed look. "Shit, if I had known that before, I wouldn't have.." His eyes slid to my neck and closed. "Forgive me, Hinata, I didn't mean to hurt you."

Out of an urgent need, I approached him, put my legs over his so that we could sit directly opposite each other, took his face between my hands and raised his gaze. "Kakashi. Listen to me. And please, also try to understand what I am telling you now." He blinked, but the pitiful expression in his dark gray irises remained. "You didn't make a mistake. If you had done anything I didn't want you to do, I would have made myself noticed." I had to smile, even though nothing about this situation was funny. "With you, at least I wouldn't have to fear any consequences from my father in this regard." I quickly became serious again, because Kakashi's eyes only clouded further. "Please, believe me. You haven't failed, you hear? You. Haven't. Failed." His gaze softened a little and I took advantage of this to place my forehead on his and loosen my grip on his cheeks. "You could have had the sweetest vanilla sex with me and it would have triggered those feelings anyway. Everything you did was fully what I wanted too. It was me who told you not to hold back. And I am grateful to you for doing so. This way I can at least remember my first time with a lot of post-masturbation."

Kakashi laughed slightly, then took a deep breath and whispered, "The world doesn't deserve you, Hinata."

I smiled, kissed him and snuggled into the crook of his neck. He put his arms around me, pressed his fingers briefly into my shoulders and then gently stroked my now quite sticky skin with his thumb. I inhaled its woody scent, which was a bit spicy due to the sweat and certainly also my secretion, and sighed comfortably. "Thank you, Kakashi, for everything you did for me today."

He giggled darkly. "It was a pleasure."

The sound in his voice unexpectedly woke up my well-fucked vagina. I dug my nose into his throat, kissed his throbbing artery and sent him clear signals through my fingers tickling over his bare, smooth chest. He seemed to understand them, for he straightened up a little and let out a low, satisfied rumble. I took this as an opportunity to take his skin between my lips and let my hands slide lower, where I stroked his defined abdominal muscles and timidly played with his navel.

"Hinata..?"

"Mh-hm?" I asked into his sinews.

"If you keep going, I'll get hard again." His whole upper body vibrated as he spoke, and that feeling only aroused me further.

With a smack I released my lips from him and ran the tip of my tongue over the place that had just been stuck in my mouth. "Maybe I want that~", I breathed seductively.

"I can't.." His thumb tapped my shoulder bone. "Do you want to take a shower before you go back?"

"Where?" I asked, actually not knowing what he meant.

Gradually, Kakashi released our embrace and looked at me a little dejected. "Back to reality."

My mouth opened a crack as I remembered that Itachi was crouching in the city library no more than a mile away from here, with no idea where I was. And then I remembered why I had gone to the library in the first place and for the first time in hours I thought of King again. I swallowed. "Do I have to? Only my shitty father, my angry bodyguard and my mendacious ex-boyfriend are waiting for me."

Kakashi's eyebrows contracted. "Your.. ex-boyfriend?"

"Yes," I nodded and bit my lower lip so as not to allow this despair to be felt again. "He dumped me today, said, 'he can't do it'. Without justification, just like that. He doesn't care that he broke my heart with it. But fuck him. I don't need him. He did me a favor by doing this. So at least now I don't run after a love that wasn't one at all." Shy, I looked up into Kakashi's eyes for a moment. "I'm sorry, I don't want to pour out my messed-up heart to you. And I'm also sorry that I.. well, I should be honest that I used you as a means to an end. You have to know, I've been into you for a long time and when I was so incredibly angry and hurt today and I had no idea what happened and we met by chance, I just wanted to distract myself from this asshole." I licked my lips and bit into it. "Are.. Are you mad at me now because of that?"

I heard Kakashi take long and deep breaths. "No," he said in a hushed voice. He cleared his throat. "I.. I have something to tell you too, Hinata."

Suddenly a muffled jingle reached us. I opened my eyes in shock when I recognized my ringtone, rushed to the pile of clothes lying next to the bed and pulled my cell phone out of my pocket. Itachi's name shone at me. Hesitantly, I answered the call. "Um.. Yeah?"

"Are you going to move your ass here again or should I burn your stuff?" it peeved out of the speaker. "I still have something to do today and absolutely no desire to spend the night here. Bodyguard, not babysitter – forgot? I won't wait any longer for you. You'll spawn here in ten minutes."

With that, the line was dead again and I looked at the notification about four missed calls. Strange, I hadn't even noticed the ringing before. I sighed. "Sorry.. That was Itachi. I think he's discreetly angry with me."

Kakashi snorted. "You think so?" He groaned, ran his fingers through his wet hair and said, "Okay, then you'd better get back on your way before he snitches on you somewhere. An angry Itachi is never good."

I nodded, but looked at him. "What did you want to say?"

"Mh," Kakashi waved his hand. "We can talk about that sometime else. This is not a conversation for door and hinge."

"Something I'm going to rack my brains about for nights now?" I asked uncertainly.

Kakashi smiled and replied, "You will anyway, but no. Don't worry, Hinata. If you.. well if you want, we can swap numbers, and then we'll find a time that's convenient for it. Just not this weekend, I want to concentrate fully on my dogs."

Without further ado, I handed him my cell phone and he saved himself as a contact, called his own phone and smiled narrowly as he handed the device back to me. Then he stood up, pulled baggy sweatpants over his luscious butt with his back to me and tried to flatten his wild hair.

With a sinking feeling in my stomach, I also rose. It took me longer than Kakashi to find my stuff and fully dress again. It felt disgusting to slip into clean clothes with dried sweat and other body secretions, but I couldn't walk around naked outside and there was no time to shower before Itachi got even further out of his skin. When I turned around, I realized that Kakashi had been watching me the whole time, and he was now torn out of his rigidity by my movement. He lifted the corners of his mouth, which seemed absolutely out of place with the indefinable expression in his eyes. "Don't forget anything."

I put on an equally fake smile. "I didn't. Only.. Can I quickly go pee? I've heard that's important after sex. And I have to anyway."

Kakashi nodded. "Yes, it is. And of course you can. Bathroom is over there."

I followed his finger and closed the narrow door behind me. I was a little surprised that this tiny room actually had a window, which didn't happen often in apartments of this size, but I was even more surprised that there was a pack of cigarettes on the windowsill. I'd never seen Kakashi smoke, and he didn't smell like stale nicotine like many smokers did. Although, Madara didn't stink either. Maybe he was one of those people who needed a cigarette at most once a day. I didn't condemn him for it. When I was in the Ame, I smoked like a chimney – I just couldn't forget to shower afterwards, otherwise someone would become suspicious.

I crouched down on the toilet and flinched briefly when the urine hit my sensitive labia. First this Ootsutsuki, now Kakashi.. Two men with big cocks, neither of whom had necessarily been gentle with me. When I realized it, I wondered why I had enjoyed this rough sex with Kakashi so much at all. I was really sick in the head. Somewhat disgusted, I wiped myself clean, carefully removed all the sperm that stuck everywhere and finally said goodbye to Kakashi, who offered to take me back to the library, but I declined with thanks. With this "I have to tell you something too" he had unsettled me a lot. I would have loved to cut Itachi off and have a detailed and seemingly urgent conversation with Kakashi, but I had to admit that I had no choice. As Kakashi said, an angry Itachi was never good.

Down on the sidewalk there was even less going on than before – shit, two damn hours ago. How quickly did time actually fly by when you had good sex?! I lifted my eyes from the cell phone and just managed to avoid a huge, black dog with drooping lips, dented nose and watery eyes. The animal itself would not have been anything special, but he still made a curious picture, because a comparatively tiny pug lay lazily on its head and panted vigilantly at me. I stepped aside, looked at the furry construct and then at the person holding a colorful, braided leash in their hand. Her stern face was framed by shoulder-length brown hair, and along with her blackberry rain jacket, I would have guessed she was a true Karen, but when I heard her voice, I definitely knew she was one: her name was Rin.

"If he hasn't even cleaned up, I'll snap off his dick," she scolded in a grumpy tone. "Because of him we have this stress today, such a crazy idea, I tell you."

"Yep," sighed a tall man shuffling after her, rolling his eyes. He had short, black hair, a narrow face and carried a gigantic dog cushion under his arm. A bag dangled from his wrist, in which it jingled suspiciously. "But we're also too early, don't forget that."

Abruptly, Rin stopped, stabbed her index finger into the man's chest and glared at him from below. "Don't 'yep' at me like this, Obito. He did it on purpose, I know that. First his howling about 'mimimi, I'm not free earlier on Fridays' and then he wants to see them for the first time on our anniversary. Now it's half past eleven and he's probably lounging on the couch and hasn't even bothered to wash himself. And too soon my ass. He said he can only do it after nine, so he can't complain. That bastard is always late himself, kst."

Something damp nudged the back of my hand and when I looked down at the dog pyramid, I noticed that Pakkun was sniffing me wildly wagging his tail. Did he recognize his owner on me..?

"Yeah whatever..", Obito murmured, raising the corners of his mouth in the same manner as Kakashi before and when Rin turned around again to walk to the front door I had closed just before, his eyes darted to me and he gave me an apologetic look. However, the color that flashed at me suddenly made my neck very cold. His irises were blood-red—like those of all Uchihas. And suddenly I understood why Kakashi knew so much about the Akaiisan-kai. This was not only due to his profession, not exclusively. Even if Obito was not personally a member of the society, the majority of his clan was, and certain things got around. My lecturer was actually friends with an Uchiha, well, had been – if you looked at this strange love triangle. The world was damn small.

I watched as Rin and Obito, along with the two dogs, which I concluded must be Pakkun and Buru, rang the bell and entered the hallway after a short buzz, then I tore myself away from this strange coincidence and made my way back to the library. In my mind, I still felt sorry for Kakashi, because he certainly didn't smell like his wife expected him to after our extensive hanky-panky. Itachi sat on the steps to the main entrance, raising his head grimly as he saw me approaching. He immediately stood up and held out my bag to me.

"Itachi, I-"

"Save your excuses," he interrupted me rudely. "You smell like sex and a man."

I sniffed my sweatshirt. My goodness, he was right. Kakashi's scent still clung to me. Pakkun had really recognized his owner. I blushed. "I am.."

".. sorry?" he finished my sentence. "You can give it to yourself. Over two hours, that's all I'll say. You find your way home alone, don't you? You seem to be able to take good care of yourself. If necessary, just ask your fuckboy if he'll bring you."

"Itachi–"

"I'm done with you," he didn't give me a chance to explain anything this time either. "I will ask Madara to withdraw me from this mission. As you said, there are enough others who can do this job, so I don't have to sacrifice myself for spending my Friday evening alone in a library."

"Fuck man," I cursed and so I at least made sure that he listened to me. "I'm sorry, okay? It wasn't planned that I would run away like that." His eyebrows rose, but I continued to talk undeterred. "I was in a shit mood today and met someone who could distract me from something that..." I didn't want to complain to someone about my lovesickness again. "It doesn't matter. The only important thing is that it was not my intention to stand you up."

"Stand me up?" snorted Itachi. "Do you think I'm mad because you had your fun without my knowledge? Hinata, it's none of my business what you do with whom. Fuck whoever you want, but don't just disappear like that. A damn message from you that you're somewhere where I'm not supposed to watch, but where you're safe would have been more than enough. It fucks me off that you don't care about all this danger. It feels like everyone around you cares about your safety because there's every reason to be concerned, and you have nothing better to do than use your broken heart as an excuse to shit on other people's feelings. You'd rather fool them and wonder afterwards why someone doesn't react in your interest."

"I don't want everyone to dance to my tune," I snapped back. "Do you think I like it that everyone sits on me like a hen for whatever reason? I hate that. I want to live my fucking life and make my own stupid mistakes without being immediately reprimanded by you or anyone else. Be honest, could you really have sat still if I had written to you that I was about to get laid by someone? Huh?" Itachi glared at me angrily, but remained silent. "Knew it," I said, as if I had proven everything. "It would have bothered you, and why is that? Because you couldn't forget. You acted like everything was fine, like nothing happened between us, but Itachi, I'll tell you what, good morning and stuff, something HAS happened, whether you want to admit it or not."

"Well, it doesn't seem to bother you much if you run straight away and throw yourself at the next dude's neck, huh?" he snorted.

"Sure, feel free to call me a whore, it's ok," I snapped back. "I am one, I stand by it. Hiashi's private whore, only this time I chose for myself who shoves his cock in me. Sorry it wasn't you. You know, maybe it's really better if Madara pulls you off. Then at least you won't notice me deepthroating the next guy, whether intentionally or not." I raised my middle finger, turned around with my hair blowing and stomped away in the direction of the bus stop.

Itachi at least showed enough decency not to go home on the same bus as me. Whether he was waiting for the next one or he would spend his night otherwise or elsewhere, I didn't care. I was glad not to have to see him again.

His behavior got on my nerves. He could push his jealousy up his tight ass. And yes, damn, it was obvious that he was jealous. I really wasn't the best when it came to interpersonal interaction, but even a blind person could see what was going on with Itachi. Nevertheless, he still tried to hide his feelings under the guise of care, bullshit. He should at least stand by it and not constantly shit on me when I met men – whether actually or acted. He was a grown-up person who should have his life under control.

But apparently that was one of those things that many guys had a problem with. Itachi couldn't control his jealousy, Kakashi couldn't control his self-loathing and King didn't have anything under control anyway.

There he was again. Would he ever let me go? That was probably the suffering of stupid crushes – the hormones just went crazy. I would like to flip this switch in my brain and just forget about him, send him into the oblivion from which he had come.

[I can't do that]. Yeah, kiss my ass. I couldn't do that either. I couldn't think about him anymore, it just made me...

Enraged, I dug out my phone, opened my-desire and was about to click on the three small dots next to the chat with King when a message from him popped up. I paused. My need to block him and delete him from my life as quickly as possible suddenly disappeared when I read the first words in the preview: [Buttercup, I'm infinitely sorry–]

An apology from King? Maybe an explanation? Or just a cheap excuse?

I hated myself, but I clicked on the chat.

King_size94: [Buttercup, I'm infinitely sorry for what I must have done to you. I shouldn't have put it that way and then just go offline. It wasn't my intention to hurt you. I hope you don't hate me now, but I have to think about a few things. Now I need time and I hope, I really hope, that you are willing to give it to me. I love you.]

Fucking scumbag. Honestly. Now he unpacked his green flag parade again and of course had to say exactly what I would have wanted to hear as a preliminary apology. This guy was...

I groaned, locked my phone, buried it in my pocket, along with my guilt towards him and the entire world, and stared out the window of the bus that was taking me home.