Stripped Bare

Hello all. I am ecstatic to announce that my 15 page paper of doom is behind me so I don’t have to worry about that distracting me from writing anymore. As always, thank you for all your reviews and support. I’ve received some lovely fanart for this story from Cynchick, Oceanangel01 and Rogue-Trinity and I would just like to say thank you. I adore fanart and I love seeing how others visualize the scenes I portray through words.

Attention: This chapter is darker than the rest of the story and I am aware many of you will not like it and that I might even lose some readers over it. There are non consensual sexual acts in this chapter. You have been warned so I don’t want to hear complaints about unexpectedly harsh subject matter. Not all stories can be fluffy and nice and this is a fic that explores the darker side of things. There is plenty of angst ahead so if you don’t want to read it, turn back now.

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Stripped Bare- Chapter 19

Sakura could feel her pulse immediately quicken as she stared down at those translucent yellow eyes. He was here, right in front of her, and judging by the smirk on his lips and the way he watched her every movement, he was very interested.

She finished dancing to her set of songs, twining her body sensually around the tall metal pole, but not once did her eyes leave his. She would be damned if he got away again.

She licked her lips and cupped her breasts, giving him the most sultry look that she could muster, but inside she was practically quaking as nervous energy and adrenaline mounted. This was it, the moment she had been preparing for. She was going to seduce this man and get the information that would finally give them a means to complete this mission, even if it meant sleeping with him.

She slid down the pole and onto her knees to crawl to the edge of the stage, all in one fluid motion. Biting glossy lips, she ground against the floor, hips working up and down until the song came to an end. The yellow eyed man in the audience merely smiled and held up a stack of bills that had to be at least a quarter of an inch thick. It seemed he intended to pay her well for the services he desired.

As the lights dimmed in preparation for Tsurenai’s solo act, Sakura descended from her platform to find her target waiting for her.

“You’ve improved quite a bit since we last spoke,” he said, bending low to place his lips near her ear so she could hear him over the din of the club. “Have you reconsidered my offer? I still want more than just a dance.”

His voice was warm and smooth, betraying him as someone far more sophisticated than the brainless thugs she was accustomed to dealing with.

Sakura wondered, not for the first time, if she was severely in over her head in trying to seduce this man.

She didn’t answer his question but simply gave him a slight nod and a carefully practiced look of pure desire.

He followed her when she caught his wrist in her hand and began to pull him towards the booths on the end. The one nearest the wall was unoccupied and she led him inside, ignoring the suggestive wink Juu gave her as she passed. She was unaware of the single eye trained on her, peering out beneath a dark hat and following her movements to the room built for one sinful purpose.

Kakashi couldn’t believe their target had appeared so quickly. The night had just begun and already Yellow was inside that room with his former student. He supposed he should have been elated at the thought of finally being able to make progress on this mission, but the only thing he was aware of was the terrible feeling that he was being torn apart from the inside out, like his heart was shattering, which was odd. He was certain his heart had nothing to do with Sakura, but as he watched the door swing shut on the couple from his seat at the bar, he was suddenly not so sure anymore.

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Sakura’s heart was hammering against her ribcage even as she outwardly maintained her demur appearance, gesturing for the man before her to have a seat on the bed. She was still topless after her performance and her target wasn’t subtle at all about letting his eyes sweep over her exposed curves.

“So what brought you all the way back here?” she asked, walking towards him with an extra swish in her hips. Her voice was low and sultry despite her inner panic, for the entire mission depended on the success of this encounter.

His mouthy quirked in a smirk, displaying a surprising dimple in his left cheek. Sakura supposed he really was an attractive man…in a strangely forgettable way.

“I came back here to see you. It’s not often I’m turned down by a girl. You fascinate me.”

“Apparently so,” Sakura mused, eyes flicking to the stack of cash he still held in his hand. “You certainly are willing to pay a pretty penny for me.”

The man shrugged as the kunoichi took the cash and put it on the worn night stand along with the money she had made while dancing.

She faced him and began to swivel her hips to the slow, sensuous music pumping softly through the speaker hidden somewhere in the room.

“What do you do for a living that allows you to spend so recklessly?” she probed, hoping to get some clues about his association with the missing girls.

His amused smirk deepened as he settled back to appreciate the private performance she was giving him.

“That, my dear, is a secret.”

Sakura should have known cracking him wouldn’t be so easy. If what Kakashi said was true, this man was an extremely high level shinobi, and he wouldn’t crumble under simple interrogation tactics, even if they were being administered by a half naked woman.

He sat on the edge of the bed, reclining back on his hands, a pose that made instantly defending himself difficult. Apparently, he didn’t perceive her as any kind of threat.

She continued to dance for him, arching her back and molding her breasts with her own small hands. His eyes drank in her lithe form appreciatively, especially when she began to edge down the waistband of her simple pink thong.

Their eyes met for a moment and she was surprised by the intensity of his gaze. His unusual eye color made him striking, but his hungry expression lacked the cloudy haze that usually came with lust. His eyes were as sharp and intelligent as ever.

Without looking away, she pulled her panties over her shapely hips and let them slide down her legs to a satin heap on the floor. Only then did the mysterious man break eye contact to gaze at the place she had just revealed.

“Very nice,” he breathed, clearly liking what he saw.

Sakura said nothing, stepping out of the dainty garment and making her way towards him, wearing nothing now but high heels, thigh high fishnets, and a sultry expression.

She moved to straddle him, a knee sinking onto the bed on either side of his thighs. She molded her body to him, feeling the fabric of his clothing brush against her naked sex even as every fiber of her being wanted nothing more than to run away. It felt so wrong doing this with this strange man. Kakashi had made her feel safe and secure and sexy, and while this man certainly desired her, she had no delusionss about how dangerous he really was.

“So where do you spend your time when you’re not here?” she whispered in his ear.

“Here and there. I move around a lot,” he replied cryptically, once again giving Sakura none of the information she was hoping for.

His body was incredibly firm and defined, even through the jacket and thick pants he wore, and she was so close to him now that she could smell the scent lingering around him. He smelled like earth and pine and sweat, a shinobi’s smell. But despite the obvious clues that hinted he was a ninja just like she was, she couldn’t detect his chakra at all. Considering what Kakashi had said about this man’s skill, Sakura could only assume he was exceptionally good at hiding it from her.

His hands came up to rest lightly on her naked hips, his fingers tracing the jutting curve of her hipbone as she spoke.

“So, what do you like? How do you want me?” she asked, her voice dropping into a low and sexy register that told him she was all business, although the business she had in mind was quite different from the adult play he was no doubt expecting.

Their faces were just a few inches apart, her emerald gaze once again captivated by yellow-green. His voice was rich and smooth when he spoke, and she imagined many a girl had melted at the sound of it. However, it only served to remind her that this man wasn’t Kakashi, even though she didn’t know why that should stand out so clearly in her mind.

“What I like,” he said, echoing her question. “Is total control over both mind and body.”

Sakura pulled back slightly, a little confused by his answer.

“I’ve had customers with a taste for a variety of kinks, but I’m not sure if I follow you,” she said.

“Is that so?” he asked, a dark note creeping into his voice that the woman before him didn’t like at all. “Well then, my dear kunoichi, allow me to show you what I mean.”

Before she could even register that he indeed knew what she was, she felt a prick at the back of her neck. The hand on her hips had dipped into his jacked pocket and then reached to the back of her neck quicker than her eyes could follow. She tried to push him away but an arm snaked around her waist and held her to him as he pushed the plunger on the syringe down until the whole of its contents was emptied into Sakura’s blood stream.

Realizing her predicament, she summoned chakra to her hands and shoved him away with super human strength, sending him sprawling across the bed as she stumbled backwards. Already she could feel something cold flowing through her system, making her limbs feel heavy and numb.

“What the fuck did you just inject me with?” she hissed, trying to focus more chakra into her fists, but it seemed whatever substance was now inside of her had tampered with her ability to control her own energy.

“It’s a complex cocktail of the most advanced truth serums, sedatives and brain washing drugs,” the man answered, his voice still dark and rich and apparently unfazed by the sample of super strength she had displayed. “I doubt even a medic of your caliber could decipher the ingredients without having the precise formula.”

Already, she was putting her medic skills to use as she tried to metabolize the alien substance in her veins, hoping to break it down and purge it before it could do any real damage, but it seemed the drug was working faster than her body could expel it.

“You bastard,” she spat poisonously, her voice as fiery as ever even as her body began to weaken. “So you’re the one behind the missing girls.”

He stood from the bed and bowed gracefully, like a cordial gentleman rather than an enemy shinobi.

“I’m afraid you’ve found me out,” he chuckled, his tone dark and dangerous as he advanced towards her. Sakura tried to sink into a fighting stance but it was incredibly difficult when the world seemed to be spinning, not to mention she was in high heels and nude from the thighs up. She didn’t even have any kunai with her to help compensate her rapid loss of chakra control.

“I’m going to fucking kill you,” she threatened, even as she wobbled on jelly like legs.

The mysterious man smiled, shaking his head as he clucked his tongue disapprovingly.

“Not today my dear. I’m afraid you’ve lost this battle.”

As if on cue, Sakura collapsed, her limbs completely useless, and no amount of willpower would force them to move even an inch.

The man caught her as she fell, scooping her up in his arms as if she weighed nothing and carried her limp form to the bed where he laid her out on her back. She gave no more resistance than a rag doll as he stood over her, taking in the sight of her body with cunning, hungry eyes.

“I must admit, when I head they were sending a Konoha kunoichi, I had hoped for someone exotic like a Hyuuga, but to think that the Hokage sent her own apprentice…it’s quite a surprise.”

Shock overtook the pink haired woman, but even her facial muscles refused to respond, making it impossible for her to show any emotion at his words. She wanted to ask him how the hell he knew about her and what village the man came from but her mouth refused to move.

“You’re probably wondering what is happening to your body, because a skilled medic like yourself has no doubt already tried to metabolize the drug, am I right?”

Sakura couldn’t have nodded if she wanted to, but the man seemed to know that and pressed on.

“I had to give you double the dosage I would have given to any other woman just to make sure you didn’t burn it off and regain control. It was certainly a risky maneuver considering it could have killed you but it looks like the drug is working beautifully.”

She supposed this was indeed an incredible drug. She could see and hear him perfectly, but her entire body from head to toe, seemed completely paralyzed.

“You are now in what is called ‘open mode’,” he explained. “Your body is waiting for someone to input their chakra to bind you to them. Right now the binding will only be temporary, but later, it will be permanent.”

Sakura wasn’t sure what any of that meant, and couldn’t even form the words to ask him. All she could do is watch as he sat on the bed next to her and raised a palm glowing with chakra to her bare abdomen.

“For the next hour,” he said, his voice warm and sexy but also slightly malevolent. “You will be mine, body and soul.”

He pressed his hand to her stomach and immediately Sakura could feel the tingle of his chakra invading her body. It seemed to mingle with the drug that was already inside her and warm her where the injected substance had chilled. After a moment he removed his hand, and though she didn’t feel quite so weak and sedated, her body still refused to heed her command.

“Now,” the man said, repositioning himself so that he was kneeling on the bed between her slightly splayed legs. “You will act every bit the sexual temptress you’ve trained to be. Your body will be unusually sensitive and will respond naturally to everything I do to you.”

Immediately, Sakura was able to move again, she could wiggle her fingers and toes and lick dry lips. Her eyes narrowed into what had to be a sultry stare and she was aware of her back arching slightly without any intention of doing so, but no matter how she screamed at herself to get up and fight him, her body continued to lie on the bed. It appeared her body was obeying his commands and acting the part of the seductress without her consent.

The man above her must have seen a change in her, for he chuckled darkly, his yellow eyes gleaming with lust.

“Good girl,” he praised, bringing his hands to stroke along her inner thighs. “Now open you legs for me.”

Just the feeling of his hands on her skin sent delicious tingles through her, sensations that were far too intense for the simple way he was touching her. She wondered if even her nerve endings were responding to his command to be more sensitive, but it seemed her legs certainly obeyed, for they spread themselves wide, blatantly displaying her feminine folds to him.

“Oh yeah,” he practically growled, clearly approving of the sight before him. “Now get wet for me. I want you drenched.”

No sooner had he said the words, Sakura felt a familiar warmth low in the pit of her stomach that gradually spread to her loins. With the heat came the burning liquid sensation of desire and Sakura realized she was becoming aroused simply because he had told her to. His hands merely rested on her thighs and she received no other stimulus, but soon she could feel her sex growing damp. Despite her fervent attempts to close her legs, she remained motionless, save for the unconscious quickening of her breath and steady rise and fall of her chest.

She could tell by his feral smile that he could see her getting wet for him right before his eyes, but she remained powerless to do anything about it.

“Isn’t this drug amazing?” he asked with a smirk. “You’ll do anything I say now that you have both the drug and my chakra in your system, no matter what it is. I could tell you to slit your partner’s throat the next time you’re in bed with him and you would do it without even hesitating.

A small gasp escaped Sakura’s lips, but whether it was because this man knew about her secret with Kakashi, or because her sex had begun to throb with need, she wasn’t sure.

Apparently her captor thought it was a sound of surprise, for his smirk widened into a smile, revealing perfect teeth.

“That’s right, Sakura. I know all kinds of things about you. I know how you were a sweet little virgin until you asked your ex-sensei to pop your cherry. I must say, that’s kinky stuff.”

His smug grin was infuriating and Sakura tried her hardest to lift her hand and deliver a punch that would, with any luck, shatter his entire jaw and disfigure that strangely handsome face of his. The only result she got however was there mere twitching of a finger.

“I’ve heard how you scream for him,” he continued, clearly enjoying baiting her when she was helpless to retaliate. “You’re loud even when he’s fucking you in a motel hallway. My room is right next to his, so I heard it all, loud and clear, even the part about you not wanting to have to sleep with me. ”

Sakura couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Their target had been staying in the room next to Kakashi’s this whole time? It was almost too much to bear. It was like he was purposely mocking them, confident that they would never be able to catch him.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve had a kunoichi,” he chuckled, shifting his gaze from her face back to where she was spread open before him. “Shinobi pussy is always the best. It’s so tight and hot and can take the abuse a normal woman’s can’t.”

Sakura tried to tell him to get the hell off of her before she tore him to pieces, but all that came out was a small whimper that sounded horribly needy.

Her pitiful noises only amused the man on top of her. His lustful eyes were fixed on her sweet pink flesh as he brought his hand to her opening and inserted a single finger into the place he had forcibly aroused.

Sakura gasped as she felt him slide inside her, her muscles immediately clamping down on him and rippling rhythmically. She squirmed, hips arching to meet his invading digit even as her mind screamed at her to get away.

“You feel how wet you are?” the man growled mockingly, pumping his finger in and out of her slowly, making sure she noticed how he slid easily along her slick passage. “I haven’t even touched you and you’re already soaked, just because I told you to get wet.”

He inserted a second digit and sped up his ministrations, smirking as Sakura began to buck and moan softly.

“That’s it baby, moan for me like you love it. Show me how bad you want it.”

Pleasured sounds fell uninhibited from the kunoichi’s lips, her hands fisting in the twisted sheets as unnatural amounts of pleasure assaulted her body. She certainly wasn’t an expert on sex, but after her experiences with Kakashi, she knew the way his fingers stroked her shouldn’t be enough to make her feel this good. This was the drug at work, her mind obeying his command to feel pleasure even if she didn’t want to.

Soon she was a sweating, writhing mess, a truly wanton creature whose only words were the incoherent pleas for more, even if her mind was still fiercely trying to snap her body out of its obedient state.

She fixed her gaze on the man hovering over her, his eyes lustfully drinking in her naked form and a smug smile on his lips. She vowed that she would wipe that infuriating expression off his face no matter what it took. Unfortunately she was in no position to do so as he plunged twin fingers especially deep into her core, extracting a sob of pleasure from her trembling lips.

Satisfied, he withdrew, leaving her womb aching and empty, feminine muscles flexing as they searched for something hot and hard to fill the void within. He held up the fingers that had been encased inside her, and even in the poor lighting she could see them glisten, thoroughly coated with the proof of her arousal.

Even without his fingers inside her, her hips continued to move restlessly and tiny moans escaped her lips, something that seemed to amuse him greatly.

“Look at you, you dirty girl,” he crowed. “You can’t wait to have my cock inside you.”

Rising panic filled the kunoichi’s already frantic mind as he stood, discarding his jacket and pulling the shirt he wore underneath over his head. His body was well sculpted, powerful muscles flexing beneath pale, scared skin. He lacked the lean, sinewy look Kakashi possessed, baring broader shoulders and bulkier muscles. His hand went to the fly of his pants and Sakura’s mouth went dry. So this was really going to happen. She was going to sleep with another, but it seemed the situation was even worse than she had imagined. Not only was she defenseless, but she lacked willpower all together. He could violate her any way he wanted, and the worst part was that if he told her to like it, she would.

His pants dropped to the floor, revealing his erect member which he slowly pumped in his hand. He wasn’t as long as Kakashi, but he made up for it in girth, and Sakura was fairly certain that if he didn’t tell her body to enjoy the feel of him inside her, it was going to hurt.

He stood over the pink haired woman a moment, admiring the prize he was about to claim. Sakura’s unresponsive limbs continued to fail her. She would have been less helpless even if she were bound with chakra enhanced wire. She couldn’t just lay here and let him have his way with her. She just couldn’t!

Even though her tongue felt like a lead weight inside her mouth and her lips refused to obey, she mustered every ounce of strength she had. She simply couldn’t watch without doing something.

He knelt between her legs, guiding his manhood to her opening when softly whispered words made him pause.

“N-no…stop…it…”

He cocked his head to the side quizzically in an almost comical display, clearly surprised she had managed to outwardly defy him, even if it was just with words.

“What was that?” he said slowly.

“D-don’t…touch…m-me.”

Her words were thick and slurred, and the effort of speaking them left her exhausted, but she refused to let him think he could have her so easily.

An amused smiled slowly spread over his face, replacing his astonished expression.

“You’re stronger than I thought, kunoichi,” he chuckled. “Nobody has been able to resist me after they’ve been injected, but a few words won’t save you.”

Sakura could only watch as he pressed forward, sucking in her breath as he felt the blunt tip of his cock press against her moistened folds.

He leaned forward, planting his hands on either side of her head and gazed down at her, yellow eyes seeming to look past her own eyes and directly into her mind.

“You will no longer resist me,” he ordered, his smooth voice now slightly raspy with lust. “You don’t want to resist me. Right now you want nothing more than for me to fuck you. You’ll moan for me, and respond eagerly to every thrust. It will be the best thing you have ever felt, but you won’t come until I tell you to.”

Ask he spoke the words, Sakura could feel her resolve weakening, and the molten heat in her loins flare white hot. Even as her analytical mind tried to reason with herself and tell it not to be deceived, she knew she was slipping away, her will bending as she submitted to her enemy completely.

Suddenly, it was unbearable to feel him teasing her outer lips. She wanted him deep inside her, but he seemed content to continue his maddening actions, sliding his cock over velvet folds until she was half crazed with need.

The effects he had on her did not go unnoticed, and the mysterious man smiled down at her, his voice holding tones of dark delight.

“What’s the matter baby?” he leered, rubbing the head of his manhood over her swollen clit and chuckling when she whimpered in response. “What do you want?”

“Put it in me,” Sakura panted, gripping the sheets so hard her knuckles were white. “I want you inside.”

Her voice was strained and pleading and her eyes were begging him to grant her request, but the man above her only smirked.

“Tell me how bad you want it,” he rasped angling his hips to grind his cock against her clit over and over again, making her moan and writhe and tremble. “Beg for it.”

“Please,” Sakura whispered. “Please put it inside. I’ll go crazy if you don’t.”

The words she spoke were no longer her own but she didn’t care. She was overtaken by the all consuming need to be fulfilled by this man. Her body burned, and her sex ached, longing to be filled with the hot length that was so tantalizingly close, and yet so far away. She knew this was wrong, knew that she had a job to do, but somehow she didn’t care. All that mattered was making the horrible gnawing ache stop.

“I can’t hear you,” he growled, not satisfied by her needy whispers.

“Please,” the kunoichi repeated, hips bucking upwards as she tried to impale himself on his length. “Give me your cock!”

“Tell me you want me to fuck you,” he ordered, lips twisted in a cruel smirk as the once formidable kunoichi before him was reduced to a wanton creature completely under his command.

“Fuck me!” she sobbed. “Fuck me hard!”

Without warning, the man pulled away, leaving Sakura confused and unfulfilled, but when he lied down next to her, hard cock jutting proudly into the air, she knew what he wanted.

“Come here,” he ordered, and she obediently crawled atop him and straddled his hips, looking at his manhood hungrily.

“You want it bad don’t you,” he chuckled and she nodded, pink tongue running over plump lips as hazy green eyes remained fixed to his cock.

He grasped her hips in both hands and roughly pulled her forward, centering the apex of her thighs over his swollen length.

“Ride me,” he commanded, yellow eyes flashing dangerously, drunk with power and lust. “Ride me hard and fast.”

Sakura eagerly took him in her hands and guided him to her entrance, nearly giddy with the prospect of finally having him inside. She felt his smooth head part her slick folds, moaning at the incredible feeling of his unbelievable thickness. Suddenly, his hands pushed her hips down and she was impaled to the hilt by his thick, throbbing length. She threw back her head and screamed in pure, unadulterated pleasure as her vision went white and every nerve ending blazed. He was stretching her, filling her, finally easing that empty ache inside of her. She could feel him pulsing deep within her like a living thing as her tight womb contracted around him, sucking him in as if to keep him there eternity.

It was the most exquisite thing she had ever felt.

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Kakashi gripped the glass in his hand tightly, but he had forgotten all about drinking its contents. His eyes remained fixed on the door Sakura had disappeared behind with the target they had been so diligently searching for.

He should have been thrilled that this mission was finally going some where, but all he was aware of was the growing knot in his stomach and the heavy weight on his chest. He was anxious and frustrated and slightly nauseous all at the same time, although he couldn’t give a logical explanation for any of the sensations he was feeling.

All he could think about was the fact that behind that door, Sakura was having sex with another man.

The pretty female bartender had asked him if he needed anything twice already and both times he had distractedly waved her away, but now she came over, resting her elbows on the bar, watching him watch the door with his single uncovered eye.

“You know,” she sighed. “I see you come in here night after night. You never talk to anyone, just order a drink or two and stare at that girl. You should either tell her how you feel or move on.”

“What?” Kakashi asked, finally shifting his focus away from the booths to look at the woman speaking to him. She was young, like all the other women here. She had long dark hair, her porcelain skin dusted with freckles over the bridge of her nose. Her plentiful bust was well presented in a low cut top, no doubt a valuable asset in collecting generous tips. She had been manning the bar nearly every night for the past few weeks and it appeared she had been studying his behavior more closely than he realized.

“I know you have a thing for her. I can tell it just by looking at you,” she smiled, pale blue eyes meeting his. “You should either do something about it or walk away, although I have to warn you, getting involved with a girl like her is going to bring you nothing but pain. She’s from a different world than you.”

Kakashi had heard that employees who weren’t dancers didn’t live upstairs, so it appeared this woman hadn’t heard about his so called “date” with Sakura. Still, it unnerved him that he was being so obvious about his interest in Sakura that even this stranger had noticed.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” the Copy nin replied, feigning ignorance and looking down into the amber contents of his glass.

The woman shook her head knowingly.

“You can play dumb if you want, but I just wanted to warn you. Falling in love with a stripper never ends well. Remember that.”

With that, she walked away to refill the glasses of other noisy patrons, unaware that her simple words had left Kakashi completely stunned.

Falling in love? Falling in love with Sakura?

As much as Kakashi wanted to shrug off her statement, claiming she knew nothing about the situation, her words had struck a chord deep within him.

Love? Kakashi Hatake didn’t fall in love. He had sworn it off, thinking it did nothing but leave pain and misery in its wake. He had loved his father, only to be shamed and betrayed by him. He had loved his sensei, only to have the mighty Fourth Hokage torn away by the ravages of war. He had loved Obito but had to watch him die, powerless to do anything to save him. And he had loved Rin in a way that he had never loved another before. She was his first and only romantic love, evoking emotions in him he hadn’t even been old enough to understand, and yet, he couldn’t save her either. Love was something he couldn’t afford, for it would hurt both him and the person he was emotionally invested in. Kakashi had sex, lots of hot steamy sex full of lust and passion, but no love. He had friends, but always kept them at an arms length so that when the day came for them to leave this world, it wouldn’t hurt quite so badly. He couldn’t be in love. He refused to be in love.

But then why did everything make sense when he entertained the thought that he was?

The magnetic attraction that he couldn’t escape, the euphoria when he was with her, the loneliness when he wasn’t, the deep fear of letting her down, the anger, jealousy and pain that came with her being in that room with another at this very moment.

No. It couldn’t be. He wasn’t in love. He wasn’t.

Abruptly, Kakashi stood, abandoning his drink as he made his way through the flashing lights and bustling crowd to the bathroom. He stepped into the stark contrast of white tile and fluorescent light, letting his eyes adjust to the brightness. There was nobody else in the bathroom so he locked the door behind him, walking over to the row of sinks inlaid in a counter top covered in cheap laminate made to look like granite.

He leaned against the cool surface and stared at himself in the mirror.

He was not in love with Sakura. He couldn’t be. The whole idea of it was just wrong. She was his former student, and he had only slept with her for the good of the mission, although even he couldn’t delude himself into thinking that all the bouts of sweaty, passionate sex after were for anything but his own satisfaction.

She was good in bed, and Kakashi had wanted more, but he couldn’t help it if he was a lecherous old man. She was young and nubile with a knockout body and the way she moaned when he was inside her was something he would never forget. But what about all those other moments, the way he held her close afterwards, or the way his chest tightened when she smiled at him? He had treated her differently than he did other woman, taking her away to train for a day, and buying her that red swim suit she looked so good in. He had thought it was because they had prior history as teacher and student and that set her apart. He couldn’t treat her as disposable because she was a team mate, but now he was wondering if there was more to it than that. He didn’t want to be in love, but he was starting to realize that there really wasn’t any other explanation for his actions. Perhaps it had started as pure lust, but somewhere along the way, his heart had gotten involved and the Copy ninja had done something he swore he would never do again.

Kakashi was in love.

“Fuck,” he breathed in both astonishment and fear. He was in love. Now what the hell was he supposed to do? Tell her? He couldn’t do that, for Sakura had made it clear that their sexual involvement was solely for the sake of this mission. For all he knew, she was still head over heels for the Uchiha, although he honestly couldn’t understand why.

“Fuck!” he said again, this time with frustration.

“Mmm…oh…oh!”

Kakashi was immediately alert as the enraptured sounds of a woman reached his ears. Just where the hell was that coming from?

“Oh yes! Oh…oh yes! Fuck me just like that! Oh that’s so goooood!”

Suddenly, his whole body tensed. He knew that voice. Oh god how he knew that voice. But he didn’t want to hear it. Not now, not when she was with somebody else.

“Ahh! Harder! Oh fuck. Oooooh!”

Looking into the mirror, Kakashi could see a vent on the wall behind him. Envisioning the club’s layout in his mind, he knew that the men’s bathroom was on the wall adjacent to the booths, and Sakura had gone into the one on the very end, closest to the men’s bathroom.

Sakura was on the other side of that wall, and her vocalizations left no question to what she was currently doing.

“Yes! Oh please! Oh…god!”

Kakashi’s hands gripped the counter’s edge so hard he was in danger of cracking it. He was staring into the mirror but his eye was unseeing, for in his head his mind was conjuring up possible images that could accompany the sounds Sakura was making, and he didn’t like any of them.

“That’s it baby, ride me like an animal. Ride me hard!”

It was a man speaking now, no doubt the one in there with his partner, and though he wanted to turn away, to leave, he kept listening, his keen hearing picking up on the faint sound of flesh slapping against flesh, of bed springs creaking, of harsh breaths and the slick, wet sounds that Sakura’s sex made when she was incredibly aroused.

“Mmmm! Ahhhh! Ahhhhh!”

A sharp pain stabbed at Kakashi’s chest, but it cut deeper than any kunai blade. He had been so careful about shielding himself from emotional pain that he had forgotten how much it hurt. But now, he knew that his heart was breaking, shattering inside his chest as he listened to Sakura talk dirtier than he had ever heard her before. She was moaning louder, wilder, like she was someone he didn’t even know. Perhaps this was what happened when Hana took over Sakura’s body. Perhaps this was the dark, sultry creature Sakura transformed herself into when behind closed doors. It was all for the sake of he mission, but Kakashi realized he didn’t give a damn about the mission anymore. He wanted Sakura, the real Sakura. He wanted to be the only one to make her moan like that, to hold her close and stroke her hair, to kiss that silky skin. He couldn’t stand the thought of her with another because…

Because he loved her.

“Oh fuuuuuck!”

Her enraptured cries were too much for him. He turned away from the mirror and left the bathroom, the thunderous bass that greeted him in the club drowning out the rapid beating of his own heart. He was furious and wounded and confused and afraid and sick and broken, all at the same time. He wanted to leave. He had to get out of here where he could be alone, preferably with a large amount of alcohol. He didn’t want to think about Sakura anymore. He didn’t even want to see the color pink, for it would no doubt remind him of her long flowing hair, and soft lips and blushing cheeks. Perhaps it was a good thing then that the obstacle blocking his way was an alluring shade of purple.

“Hello,” a sultry voice whispered.

Kakashi stood blinking in confusion. He hadn’t gotten very far from the bathroom before a beautiful woman blocked his way. She was completely naked, save for a pair of white stilettos with an impressive five inch heel and a jeweled barrette in her hair. Despite the shoes, she moved like water, all fluid grace and sensuality.

“In the mood for a dance?” she whispered, glossy lips shimmering in the shifting lights.

Kakashi would have turned her down in any other case, but a dark side of him jumped at the chance to forget about Sakura, and perhaps inflict on her a little of the pain he was currently feeling.

“How much?” he asked.

The lips curved into a dazzling smile.

“I’m curious about you. I always see you sitting at the bar but you talk to no one. I’m feeling generous so I’ll give you a discount.”

“Must be my lucky night,” Kakashi replied, allowing the beauty to take his hand and lead him towards one of the smaller booths that, thankfully was on the opposite end of Sakura’s.

Juu closed the door behind them, leaving Kakashi alone in the small room with a naked and smiling Tsurenai.

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Sakura could feel the rawness in her throat from screaming, but she couldn’t seem to stop.

Her hips rocked ceaselessly, up, down and around, driving his cock deep inside her tight passage which she couldn’t recall ever being so wet. Every time he thrust up into her, colors exploded across her vision and another cry was torn from her lips.

At his request to talk dirty, she had uttered obscene sentences she hadn’t even thought herself capable of saying, and yet she felt no shame, no inhibition, just the burning need to ride hard and fast towards climax.

She looked down at him, his jaw clenched against the pleasure of her grinding hips. She knew this wasn’t what she wanted. She did not want to have sex with this man, and she did not want to throw away her only chance to extract valuable information from the suspected culprit, but the knowledge did nothing to stop the way she bounced enthusiastically atop him.

His yellow eyes, though clouded with lust, seemed to watch her carefully, drinking in her every movement, and his mouth was still curved in a self satisfied smile even as she slammed her hips down on him, taking him inside to the hilt.

“You like riding me like that, don’t you?” he chuckled, his hands gripping her hips hard and guiding her pelvis in its rapid motions. “You like fucking me hard.”

“Yes,” Sakura moaned as an intense wave of pleasure rippled through her, shooting up her spine and radiating through out her entire being. The pleasure was a nearly constant stream, an unnatural flow of sensations so intense that it bordered on painful. The rough way she was driving herself onto him also should have hurt her sensitive flesh, but his commands to enjoy herself had overridden her pain receptors, her body now interpreting the sensations as searing pleasure.

“Do you want to come?” he growled, eyes focused on her small breasts bouncing with every movement and her face contorted in ecstasy.

“Yes, please!” she sobbed, despite the fact that she inwardly wondered if her body could even handle an orgasm on top of what she was currently feeling.

The man below her chuckled again, letting a hand stray from her hips to come down hard on the toned cheek of her ass, extracting another delighted cry from the pink haired woman.

“Then beg for it,” he ordered, roughly squeezing the flesh he had just spanked.

“Oh, please, please let me come!” Sakura sobbed, as she continued to rock fervently against him, loving the feeling of her tight hole being stretched by his thickness. She was uncaring of the slick, slurping sounds of her drenched sex or the squeak of the bedsprings as they protesting her unabashed movements. All she cared about was the sensation of being filled by him, because that was what he had told her to want.

“More,” he commanded through clenched teeth as he thrust up to meet her pistoning hips. “Tell me how bad you want it.”

“Please!” Sakura whimpered. “I need it so bad, it hurts. I’m so close, so please. Please let me!”

A sadistic grin split his handsome face, amused by her wanton request.

“Alright baby. Come for me. Come hard and scream. It’s the best one you you’ve ever had.”

Instantly, Sakura’s vision was awash in white as her womb clenched painfully tight before erupting in spasms so intense, her whole body shook with the force of it. She was aware of a feminine voice all but howling in rapture, but couldn’t make the connection that it was her own. Never had she felt something so intense and primal and pleasurable. It practically knocked the wind out of her, forcing her to collapse forward onto his naked chest as she shuddered uncontrollably. It felt like she was being torn apart from within, like a beautifully violent torrent was racing through her and there would be nothing left when it passed.

So caught up was she in her release that she didn’t hear the swearing of her enemy as her pussy clamped around him with vice like strength. She was only vaguely aware of him tossing her body backwards so she was on her back, head at the foot of the bed. By the time full consciousness returned, her legs were already spread wide, an ankle in each of his callused hands, and he was pumping into her with animalistic ferocity at a pace that was sure to rub her raw.

“You’re a little wildcat,” he panted, voice choppy and breathless from the exertion of his movements. “The boss is going to love you.”

Sakura should have been concerned by his words, but responded instead with a shuddering moan, hands grasping madly at the sheets as the force of his thrusts made her whole body rock, her back sliding back and fourth over the bed’s surface. Her long, pink hair, cascaded in waves over the edge of the bed as he continued to claim her mercilessly, and despite the intensity of her last orgasm, which should have left her completely drained, when he told her she still wanted it, she found that the aching need returned and couldn’t help but buck wildly to meet his jarring thrusts.

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Kakashi watched the naked woman before him as she glided gracefully across the small space and gestured for him to sit in the single chair in the center of the room. He was wary, knowing it was highly unusual for Tsurenai to go after men on her own when she had countless customers begging for a turn with her. However, he was not nearly as cautious as he should have been, his head still spinning with the realization of his feelings for Sakura, and the immense pain of hearing her impassioned cries as she made love to someone else.

“Have a seat and make yourself comfortable,” she purred, her voice silky and soft and oozing sexuality.

Never taking his eyes from her, Kakashi obediently lowered himself into the simple, wooden chair, wondering what the hell he was doing here. He wasn’t quite sure why he had said yes to Tsurenai’s offer. From what Sakura said, there was something suspicious about this woman, something dangerous. This could be his chance to find out what, but he wasn’t much in the mood for mission work anymore, not when his mind replayed Sakura’s pleasured screams over and over in his mind.

She stood before him, all bronzed skin and wisteria hair. Everything about her spoke of sex, those shapely hips and bountiful breasts capped with nipples that were already hard. Every movement was sensual and meant to arouse. It was no wonder she was the headlining act for this place. She had seduction down to a fine art.

“What’s your name?” she asked, turquoise eyes searching his face as if trying to see beneath the layers covering his face.

“I don’t give out my name to strangers,” Kakashi replied, voice calm in spite of his inner turmoil. “It’s a principle of mine.”

“I see,” she mused, stepping closer. “Is it also a principle not to let strangers see your face?”

“Something like that,” he replied, noting that because his seated position and her high heeled shoes, Tsurenai towered above him.

“You’re an interesting person,” she smiled, bringing a knee up to nudge his until they parted and allowed her to rest on the edge of the chair. “And the fact that you’re not already begging me to fuck your brains out is also unusual.”

She rested her hands on the back of the chair and leaned in, pressing her impressive breasts into Kakashi’s face until they were almost touching him. The knee on the chair slid forward until it was grinding against his groin with just enough pressure to be pleasant, but not enough to really be satisfying.

“You caught me off guard,” Kakashi said, eyes fixed on the flawless globes that were just out of reach. “You don’t seem like the type to hunt down your clients when you already have them waiting in line for you.’

“And you don’t seem like the type to ever let your guard down.”

Kakashi shifted his eyes to her face, wondering what sort of game she was playing. Her smile was sexy, but dangerous, a femme fatale if he ever saw one. There was no doubt that she was beautiful and sinfully sexy. Her body, though lacking the muscularity and power of Sakura’s, was calling to him, and if his thoughts hadn’t been full of another woman, he just might have succumbed to her siren song.

“Why do you come here every night?” she asked, her knee persisting in rubbing enticingly against him. “I never see you do anything but drink. You don’t talk to anyone, and you don’t get close to us when we perform. You just watch.”

Kakashi shrugged, his single dark eye giving away nothing.

“I like a little eye candy to go with my booze.”

Tsurenai smirked knowingly.

“I suppose you have a taste for strawberry flavored candy then?”

Kakashi stiffened but said nothing, and the woman above him laughed softly.

“I saw you accept a lap dance from her, but after that, you never approached her again. You just watch her obsessively. It’s really quite strange,” she whispered softly.

“She’s got a great body and knows how to give a decent lap dance,” he replied, straining to keep his voice from trembling with repressed emotions. He didn’t want this woman knowing that Sakura held his heart in her hands and, just a few moments ago, had crushed it.

Tsurenai laughed again, a rich and sultry sound.

“Baby, every girl here has that going for her. I think you’re plain infatuated with her.”

Kakashi’s body was slowly starting to respond to her persistent touches. Her heavenly breasts were right at eye level and her knee was gradually coaxing his member to harden inside his pants.

Suddenly, she pulled away and with fluid grace, hooked one stilettoed heel over the back of the chair while her other one remained on the floor, placing her in a wide lunge that brought her naked sex mere inched from Kakashi’s face.

“It’s bad news to fall for a stripper, so why don’t you forget all about her?” she cooed, apparently not at all ashamed that her pink folds were spread wide and so close to him that if he pulled down his scarf, he would be able to taste her.

Kakashi’s sensitive nose immediately inhaled her musk. She was already wet, the glistening moisture coating her pink flesh proved it, but what did she want?

“Do you get jealous when men give attention to anyone but you?” he shot back, his words coming out sharper than he meant for them to.

Tsurenai didn’t seem angered, but her aquamarine eyes seemed to harden slightly, some of their seductive glimmer dissipating.

“I was just trying to do you a favor and get your mind off of her,” she scoffed, the azure cluster of jeweled flowers in her hair glittering in the dim light.

Kakashi didn’t even know this woman and yet he still knew this was out of character for her. It seemed to go against everything he knew about her. She was selfish and attention hungry, and not the kind to do favors for anybody. And yet the sight of her sweet, slick sex, spread wide right before him, was putting ideas in his head.

“How much for a ride then?” he asked, the words out before he could stop himself.

Tsurenai smirked, as if that was exactly what she wanted to hear.

“In all honesty, I’ve been curious to know what it’s like with a guy like you. You seem like you might actually know how to show a girl a good time. I’ll give you a free fuck, but only this once.”

Kakashi felt his pulse quicken as she unhooked her leg from the chair and pulled away, turning around to bend over with her legs spread wide and her palms resting on the floor. She was waiting for him to make the move, inviting him to use her body and to Kakashi’s surprise, he actually wanted to. It wasn’t because he wanted the sex. It was because maybe this really would get his mind off Sakura, and even if it didn’t, it would be his own form of revenge. If Sakura was going to moan like whore for the man she was supposed to be questioning, then he had every right to take Tsurenai up on her offer.

And maybe, just maybe, when Sakura found out about it, she would feel a least a fraction of the hurt that Kakashi was feeling now.

The Copy nin stood, hand coming to the fly of his pants as he moved behind her.

“So, I guess you could call this charity on your part?” Kakashi asked, pulling down his zipper and letting his length spring free from its confines.

“Just call it my good deed for the day,” she purred, looking over her shoulder at him with a heated look that was the epitome of desire as one hand slipped between her legs to rub her clit. She was already wet and ready for him and Kakashi wondered how many men she had already fucked tonight, how many men she had bent over for just like this.

He pumped his length in his hand a few times, staring at Tsurenai’s pink folds. Pink…like Sakura, only, she wasn’t Sakura, would never be Sakura. He could close his eyes and pretend, but her moans wouldn’t sound the same. Those pleasured gasps of awe and ecstasy that betrayed she had never been touched in such a way could never be duplicated by a woman like Tsurenai, who had probably done things even Kakashi would never dream of.

Despite his pumping hand, his member started to grow soft as he realized he couldn’t go through with this. Angry or not, heartbroken or not, he couldn’t do this. He still loved Sakura, and if he slept with Tsurenai like this, he would regret it forever.

Without a word, he stuffed his flaccid member back in his pants and zipped up his fly, hastily walking past the shameless woman and out the door into the bright, flashing lights and cacophony of the club. He walked straight to the exit and didn’t look back, not even when he was outside and halfway down the street to his motel. He was going to go home and sleep and he hoped slumber would be deep and dreamless and void of pink haired women. He may love Sakura, but right now, he couldn’t even look at her and didn’t want to think about her.

Tsurenai scrambled to her feet, moving clumsily for the first time all night. She called after the man that had so abruptly left her but her voice was swallowed up by the thundering base of the club’s music. He had resisted her, had found her charm to be lacking, and it was all because of that pink haired bitch!

Tsurenai couldn’t remember the last time a man had turned her down and she was fuming at the thought that she had failed. Dajaku was going to be pissed for sure. With a growl of frustration, she ripped the jeweled clip from her hair and threw it against the wall. Two of the cobalt stones shattered and the small barb on the end of one of the rhinestoned flowers broke off. The poison covering the tiny needle would never find its way into the Copy nin’s bloodstream now, and Tsurenai’s mission of killing Kakashi Hatake had officially failed.

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Sakura’s head was spinning and she found she could barely breathe as she was filled over and over again by her enemies throbbing cock. He was leering down at her, obviously enjoying having her on her back and completely helpless. She had lost the ability to form coherent words, her heady moans and desperate sobs nothing more than lusty noises now.

She had lost track of how long she had been in this room with this man, of how long he had been pumping into her hard and fast. Her pussy was starting to feel raw from the harsh way he used her, and yet she still craved him, still obeyed his every word.

Endless strings of nasty encouragements ensured that her sex stayed wet and her body responsive, and her mind was so clouded with pleasure that she wasn’t even resisting with her mind anymore.

She writhed below him, rocking her hips against his over and over until he let out a low groan, warning through clenched teeth that he was on the verge of coming.

“I want you to come with me,” he growled as he sped up his thrusts to an impossibly fast pace. “I want you to have an orgasm so intense it damn near tears you apart.”

Immediately, Sakura could feel her sex begin to tighten around him and whimpered when the heat coiling in her abdomen began to burn white hot.

“Oh fuck yeah,” he groaned as her pussy squeezed him tight. He could hear her moans rising in pitch and knew she was gearing up for a mind blowing release just like he had commanded. He thrust into her hard a few more times before withdrawing right as the kunoichi began to orgasm, pumping his member with his hand and watching Sakura thrash below him, screaming and flailing and clawing at the sheets as her womb contracted so hard he could see it clenching below the smooth skin of her belly.

With an animalistic growl, he joined her in bliss, thick, hot liquid spurting from his cock and splashing against Sakura’s breasts and stomach, the woman too enraptured to notice. His cock pulsed in his hand until he was spent, twitching a few more times before he finally released it and reached for a tissue from the box beside the bed.

Sakura’s eyes were closed as she trembled, gasping for breath after having an orgasm so intense that it left her too exhausted to move. Only when she felt the man’s weight shift off the bed did she manage to crack open an eye.

“You are a little animal,” he mused as he wiped off his now flaccid member before pulling on his pants, tossing the used tissue into the trash can. “I’ve never had a woman scream like you do.”

Her eyes followed him as he pulled on his shirt and jacket, but she did not move, too tired after being used by him and still under the effects of the drug.

Fully dressed he returned to her side and sat at the edge of the bed, yellow eyes admiring his handwork as he took in her shapely figure, flushed and splattered with his essence, the white liquid pooling in her navel and running down her sides to soak into the sheets.

“You’ve passed the test, my dear,” he smiled, pushing a damp strand of hair away from her forehead with surprising tenderness. “I’ll be back for you. You’ll make a fine addition to his collection.”

He stood and smoothed a hand over his short hair as he walked away. As almost an after thought, he looked over his shoulder.

“When you hear this door close, you will no longer be under my control. You will remember nothing of our meeting except for the sex. You will not recall the drug or anything I said before or after having sex. You will not detect any traces of the drug in your system and you will recognize your failure in finding out more about me as a result of the way I instantly and thoroughly seduced you. Do you understand, Sakura?”

She nodded mutely, signaling that she did and the man chuckled lightly.

“See you around, baby.”

Without another word, he exited the room, letting in the noise and lights of the club outside only for a moment before the door closed behind him.

At the sound of it shutting, Sakura suddenly sat up, blinking owlishly as if awakening from a long nap. She felt groggy and disoriented but she attributed that to the absolutely incredible orgasm she had just had. She never would have guessed that man was so skilled in bed. She shifted her weight and winced at the acute pain between her legs. Walking would be difficult tomorrow, that much was for sure.

Suddenly, she was aware of the sticky mess covering the front of her body, and it only took a second to figure out what it was. A hand clasped over her mouth as she felt bile rise in the back of her throat. The sex she had had just had was so unspeakably dirty that she would never mention it to anyone, not even Kakashi, and she had done it all with a perfect stranger. The things she had said, the things she begged for, were all so depraved that Sakura couldn’t believe the words had really come from her mouth. The thought of Kakashi made her eyes widen. The mission…this had been it, her chance to get information, and she realized she hadn’t gotten a word out of him. She hadn’t even tried! She had let him use her until her pussy was sore, but she hadn’t extracted a single usable fact from him.

Sakura suddenly rushed to the trashcan, kneeling before it as she was violently sick, retching and gagging until her stomach was completely emptied of its contents.

Feeling faint and sick and intensely disgusted with herself, Sakura wiped the remains of her targets orgasm from her skin as best she could, trying to keep herself from gagging all over again as tears formed in her eyes.

She hadn’t wanted to do this, and now that it was all over she felt even worse than she had before, because this had all been for nothing. She had failed the girls at the club and she had failed Kakashi. Just thinking of him made her heart sink. What was she going to tell him? How could she face him with nothing to show for having to sleep with their target? She was so ashamed of

She wondered if Kakashi would ever touch her again or if this marked the end of their brief, but surprisingly passionate relationship. He would be so angry and disappointed in her that he probably wouldn’t even want to look at her, let alone make love to her. He would once again be her former teacher and nothing more.

She glanced at the night stand, the thick wad of cash he had offered still there. He had paid for his sex just like the others, only this time, he hadn’t paid for an illusion, for a trick played by using genjutsu. She had fucked him for real, and seeing the money sitting there made her want to scream. It was one thing to pretend to be a prostitute, but to actually do the deed and accept money for it made her feel dirtier than she had ever felt in her life.

The tears in her eyes finally fell, cutting inky black trails down her face as her make up was ruined. Sakura didn’t care. She welcomed the tears, putting her face in her hands and sobbing softly as the sheer hopelessness of the situation overwhelmed her. The mission was a failure and it was all her fault. She would lose the trust of one man, and had just been roughly violated by another. It was seldom that Sakura had moments where she regretted her choice to become a kunoichi, but this was undoubtedly one of them.

Indulging in her tears, she cried, naked and alone in the small, dim room.

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I warned you it would be angsty. I am open to your thoughts and opinions on this chapter, even if they are angry, but I stand by my decision to make the plot go in this direction. Believe me, I received plenty of warnings from my pre-readers about what might happen if I published this. I hope you all chose to continue reading and enjoying this story, even if it’s not idealistic and fluffy.