Seven Deadly Sins

Thanks to Amaretti for pointing out some of my narrative mistakes. If you guys see something wrong, even if it’s as simple as a misspelling, you can always tell me! I’d rather embarrass myself and fix it rather than leave it there and make myself look bad. I can’t believe I call myself an English major…

To zell-chan: No, Sakura isn’t stupid. She’s just overwhelmed with the fact that her former sensei made a move on her and she reciprocated. Also, I tried to make her sort of embarrassed to see him when she left because she came so early in the game. Don’t worry, they’ll kiss and make up…among other things…*snickers* He is the “hottie of all hotties”, is he not?

Oh yeah, and Sakura’s 18 here. Did I mention her age before? I dunno. Well, here’s something nice and long for you to make up for my absence.

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Pride

Damn it all.

I chased away the last person I could care so deeply about. Even if I only wanted her, and not her, it was still deep.

Part of my brain, the logical part, said to go to her and apologize. The other part, the much bigger part and the part that’s more like me, said that it’ll work itself out.

You are Kakashi Hatake, it boomed, she should be grateful that you chose her. Everything will work itself out. You are Kakashi Hatake; she’ll come back to you, one way or another.

As I thought about it more, what did I choose her for? Did I choose her to warm my bed at night? I could always hire a personal mistress. Did I choose her as my personal medic? I don’t think so. She’s the one that always insists to heal me, even when I could take care of it myself.

So what was she to me?

And what do I do about it?

I don’t know.

As I lay in bed, I looked around the room and recollected everything that happened in the last ten minutes. The feel of her warm flesh was still fresh in my memory and her scent lingered in the air, though it faded to nothingness a little while later.

Damn it, I cursed myself, if it weren’t for my urges, we wouldn’t be like this.

No, I will not go after her. I am Kakashi Hatake. I do not beg for people’s forgiveness and understanding. I do not do those things like a common beggar. I am better than that. If she leaves, it’s her loss. She missed out on what could have been.

But…what could have been…could never happen. As much as I wanted to deny it, I knew, deep in my heart, that it was actually my loss. If I hadn’t acted the way I did, we wouldn’t be in this mess.

If I had taken the stupid balm and put it on myself…

There was just no way I could deal with this and save face. What am I supposed to do now?

Well, baby steps first. Step number 1: get rid of this goddamn erection! It was fuckin’ uncomfortable!

Well, now that I royally screwed up my friendship with Sakura, I suppose there’s no harm in reading my books again. I stripped out of my hospital gown and laid on my shuriken-printed bed, naked. (AN: oh god, I can totally picture it! He’d be so…oh shit. -crosses legs-)

I pulled out the book that I haven’t finished reading, Icha Icha Frenzy. Here, Koji was trying to save the daughter of a feudal lord who had been kidnapped by the lord’s enemies. The lord had been so worried for his daughter that he died of exhaustion and malnutrition. Until the girl was of age, she wouldn’t get any of her father’s vast fortune. In the meantime, her uncle will rule the land.

“I was so scared!” the girl cried. “I thought they were going to kill me, but instead, they…” she trailed off. She broke down crying in Koji’s arms.

“Tell me your name,” Koji whispered softly into her ear. The young girl looked up with tears brimming her eyes and drew in a shaky breath. “My name is Aya,” she whispered raggedly.

“Aya, tell me what they did,” Koji insisted. Aya’s lip trembled and lain her head on his shoulder. He could feel every inch of her front through their clothes and it drove him mad.

“They…they raped me,” she sobbed, holding her saviour close to her. She needed somebody to cling to, anybody. She couldn’t go through this alone.

“Aya,” Koji’s smooth voice rang in her ears, “look at me.” Aya reluctantly lifted her head from where they lay and looked into Koji’s deep, onyx eyes. Her hands, which were clinging closely to his back, stroked his hair and her fingers ran down his temple and cheek before covering his mouth.

“Please, don’t speak. Just…show me. Show me that I’m still alive.”

My hand had teased my erect cock since I started reading. I teased myself with the slightest of touches, using just the tips of my fingers to stroke myself. Reading this page was my absolute favourite, probably because it was my fantasy. Koji was around his late 20’s, early 30’s and Aya was about 16, as said in the last few pages. It was exactly what I wanted here in reality.

The book slipped through my fingers and clattered onto the floor. I believe I could take it from there, and I will. I could imagine it now: Sakura being taken from me by some vile enemy and I would be the courageous hero. I know Sakura’s a big girl and she could take care of herself, but old habits die hard: I’m not about to lose anybody associated with me.

Fine then. I won’t go to her. I won’t beg for her forgiveness for something I hadn’t done wrong. I don’t need her…at least, I’m pretty sure I don’t. I’ve been alone for all these years, I don’t need anyone now.

I began to imagine exactly what would happen if she didn’t run from me. I’d have pulled her down closer to me and take my time in exploring her body. I’d pull her down closer to me and let her know (and feel) what she’s doing to me. I’d let her know how I truly felt since…practically forever.

My hand began to caress my shaft, tricking my thoughts that Sakura’s tiny hands were on it instead of my large, calloused ones. A little bead of precum formed at the tip while I stroked myself. Oh god, she’s bewitched me. She makes me think of her when I read my books and she makes me dream of her when I sleep. I want her so much…I need her so bad…

No! I can’t think like this. I am bigger than that. I snatch my hands away from my cock, much to its dismay. I can’t do this. Now that she’s rejected me, I need self control. Perhaps I can find another woman to warm my bed at night…

And pretend that she’s someone I want and need when she isn’t.

My member throbbed with need, aching for release. I wanted to give into it, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t lose control now. I wouldn’t widen the cracks in my shield of self control. I needed to recompose myself.

Painfully, I got up to ambled across the hall to the bathroom to turn on the cold water.

You, my wonderful shower, will have to be my best friend for the next little while.

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For the next few days, I went about my daily routines. I buried my nose in my books as usual, but I kept my eyes off the words and the detailed illustrations Jiraiya had printed. I couldn’t afford to think of her now, no matter how strong the temptation was.

Once in a while, I’d bump into her. I’d see her at the markets, the training grounds or at the Hokage Tower when I’d check to see if there were any missions for me to do. We both saw each other and acknowledged each other, but we acted like nothing happened those few nights ago.

“Sakura,” I’d say.

“Kakashi,” she’d reply curtly.

Even at the Holster, I’d see her with Ino or with Naruto and friends. They’d always urged her to have a little taste of alcohol, saying that it’d be good for her. Of course, she declined and stuck to the cordials or the virgin drinks.

She would glance around, as if she was looking for somebody, and briefly, our eyes met. Then she’d look back at her drink as if it never happened.

I did the same. I couldn’t admit to myself that I was, indeed, seeking her out. Those little meetings at the markets or training grounds were coincidental, but most were deliberate. My subconscious wanted to find her and apologize for what happened, but when I did find her, my mind shut down and I was at a loss of words.

She’ll come to you, said a dark part of my mind. You don’t go to the women, they come to you. You are Kakashi Hatake, one of the most elite shinobi Konoha has produced.

And I followed my dark self’s beliefs. I won’t go to Sakura because I convinced myself that she’d come to me.

After a few sips of the sake I was nursing (well, I’d chug it down like Tsunade if no one was watching), Genma came to the table, finishing his previous act of being an ass.

“Ooh, Hatake, what happened between you and your cherry blossom?” he teased. I shrugged and was about to sip my sake when I noticed that Genma was intently watching me.

“Aw, did you and Sakura have a fight? Why aren’t you being all chummy-chummy with her?” Genma continued. I said nothing and swirled the clear liquid in my dish.

Genma snickered. “Well, if you dropped her fragile heart, I’ll be there to pick up the pieces…among other things…” Genma drawled lecherously. He walked away, probably planning to turn up the jukebox and strip for the ladies again.

I sighed and shook my head, slipping my mask off for a split-second to take a sip of my drink. How can Genma be like this? How can he think like that about Sakura, let alone voice it? He’s almost twice her age, and I’m a little younger than that, so does that mean that my feelings…aren’t so wrong? Does this mean that taboo acts in civilian villages don’t apply to ninja villages?

Hmm…Genma’s given me a lot to think about. Looking around, I spot Genma on the bar counter again and his drink wasn’t too far from him. Inconspicuously, I placed my soon-to-be empty sake dish near his and let him pay for it. I’ll pay him back…I really will! I’ll pay him back when he mentions it.

I walked around the village streets, not really having a destination in mind. Pausing for a brief moment, I looked towards the setting sun with its beautiful watercolours of orange and yellow with a hint of maroon and amber. I surmised that it was around 7 and continued to walk.

I didn’t know it until I reached it, but my feet took me to the red bridge where Team 7 formed. The paint was chipping slightly, revealing little spots of wood. As I came upon it and leaned on it, I felt a little wave of nostalgia.

Back when I still trained my team, they would always wait for me here. I was late, as usual, and they would accuse me and dismiss the excuses I gave them. Even now, I was late, and because I was, Team 7 was no more. Sakura went to the Hokage for training, Sasuke went with Orochimaru, hunted down his brother and was now back with us, and Naruto went with Jiraiya, the author of my books. I wasn’t complaining that Naruto was with him (mainly because Naruto would get me advance copies as a gift every now and then), but when Sasuke left, I felt a little insulted. I devoted my time to him and taught him my only original jutsu. Sakura, I overlooked. I can understand her seeking out someone else.

God, I miss having them all together. I can practically hear their voices from seven years ago.

Kakashi-sensei, you promised to treat us to ramen!

Kakashi-sensei, this tree-walking thing is fun!

Kakashi.

I sighed. Look what happened. I let them all slip away from my grasp. They’re all gone. Some were farther out of my reach than others, but they were still so far away. Sasuke was definitely gone. He wasn’t the same person I knew all those years ago. He was back with us, but he wasn’t back. Sasuke is usually gone on simple missions to prove his loyalty to Konoha and to wait out the last 7 years of his 10 year probation before taking the promotion exams. Naruto was still here, but he’s usually gone on missions or training with Jiraiya. Sakura, she was still within my grasp; she was still here, but stupid me, I reached out to her and I pushed her farther away from me.

They were all really gone.

I thought about Sasuke a little more. That boy…I almost want to hate him. He had insulted me and my teaching skills by leaving. I taught him the only jutsu I didn’t copy and he leaves when he’s perfected it and then he made it better.

Damn it, I can’t think like this anymore. Switching my thoughts onto something that didn’t make me want to pity myself, I looked down to the lazy river where the sunset was reflected back with a near-blinding light. It was lovely, beautiful even, but it had that saddening attribute to it. The colours of amber and marigold kept shifting due to the water, glittering with an almost ethereal light.

I could see the wonderful watercolours fade away into blackness, surrounded by a shining white with little gleaming diamonds in the water. Night was quickly approaching but I stood my ground. I didn’t have anywhere else to be anyways.

“Kakashi-sensei?” called a soft voice.

I looked up and met her eyes, only to recognize her and let her know that I did. Now that I had, I hung my head again, intensely gazing at the quarter moon’s reflection.

“Sakura,” I briefly greeted her. I could see in the river’s reflection by the moonlight that she was coming to me. She was coming towards me, but then paused. She felt awkward around me now. I had to admit, I felt a little awkward too. Am I supposed to apologize?

Hey, sorry for hitting on you and getting you off those few nights ago, even though you were my former student, not to mention 14 years my junior. Yeah, that’ll go down smooth.

We stayed in an uncomfortable silence for a little bit. It was…weird for me, to say the least. When we had been quiet, we both felt comfortable. Now, we were waiting for the other to say the first word.

Don’t back down, the voice boomed again, you are too good for that. She’ll speak first. You shouldn’t have to lower yourself for a woman.

I gritted my teeth. I didn’t want to hear this voice anymore. The voice kept telling me that I was better than everybody, but I honestly thought I was worse than shit. I instigated our little bedroom tryst and Sakura needs to apologize for it?

“Kakashi-sensei, I’m sorry. I could’ve…handled the situation better than I did---”

“No, Sakura, I need to apologize to you. I started it, and you handled the situation fine---”

“Kakashi-sensei, it’s just---”

“Sakura,” I say exasperatedly, “it’s not your fault. It’s completely mine. You reacted the way I think most women would if…their former teacher 14 years their senior did what I did that night.” After I said what I said, we both fell into the weird silence again.

I sighed. “Sakura, I can’t tell you how sorry I am. I…I simply gave into an impulse and I’m sorry. I can understand if you don’t want to see me again.”

I stood up straight and shoved my hands in my pockets and looked at her, taking one last look at her as my friend and team mate. Now, she’ll just be a subordinate or an associate to me (or that’s how I’ll be to her).

I moved to walk past her but something snagged my arm. “Kakashi-sensei, wait.”

Let go! I internally begged her. This was taking a big hit on my pride right now, but it was a big boost for my self respect. I won’t let an innocent woman take the fall for my mistakes. Right now, I just wanted her to let go before a repeat of “that night” would ensue. And in the famous words of Genma, “if you’ve done it twice, it’s worth a three-peat.”

“Sakura, it’s fine. Just let go,” I said softly.

“No, you don’t understand!” Sakura cried. “I…When I did your physical, I almost…I wanted it to happen.” She turned me around to face her, but I kept my expression neutral. Deep inside, I felt this foreign rush of emotion. Relief, happiness, confusion, surprise…and fear?

Sakura looked away from me, flushing for telling me how she felt. “I wanted it to happen…but then, when it did, I didn’t know what else to do. I thought that everything would just come to me, instantaneously, but it didn’t. And then I froze. And then I ran. And now I regret just running away. I should’ve explained this to you earlier, but…” She shyly looked up at me, “I got scared.”

“And why would you be scared?” I asked her gently.

“I…I thought you’d push me away. I thought you you’d think that this was wrong, and you confirmed it for me. You do think that this is wrong, or at least indecent in some way.”

I stayed quiet for a moment. What she said was right, I did think it was somewhat wrong. Not because of the age difference or because we were once teacher and student, but because she was…who she is. Sakura, this young woman standing before me, was a medic-nin trained under the Hokage herself. She had incredible strength, even without the aid of her chakra. And yet, she goes after somebody like me.

I thought she was better than that.

She was young, and I remember what it was like to be as young as her. I’d fallen in love (or what I thought was love) as quickly as Naruto could polish off a bowl of ramen. She didn’t deserve somebody like me. She deserved someone younger and less jaded. She was young and she was one of the few who still believed in love (as far as I knew). I shouldn’t ruin this for her because I don’t feel that way for her…did I?

“And it’s not as wrong as you think!” she continued, trying to fill the silence. “I’m of age and no one can interfere with what we do…right?” I can tell that she’s trying to rack her brain for more things to rationalize with.

“Sakura,” I whispered, “I don’t think this is wrong because you are of age, after all. I just don’t think we can work.”

“Why not?” she choked out. She was on the verge of tears.

“I can’t give you what you want. I’ll only be a quick fix, but I can’t be any more than that.”

“Then help me,” she mouthed. Her bottom lip trembled slightly. “Help me find someone who will give me what I want. In the meantime, please…just be a temporary replacement until I can find that person.”

I scratched the back of my head and I reluctantly nodded. I can help her with one thing, but I’m not so sure about the other. That, and the fact that I think I hurt her pride was what made me a little hesitant. Here she was, pouring her heart and soul out, just as she did with Sasuke, only to be shot down faster than Tsunade could slap down her empty sake cup to demand for more.

I can see the tears welling in her eyes and I didn’t quite know how to stop them. “Sakura,” I began, “Sakura…don’t cry.” Damn, this was hard. “It won’t be long until you find somebody,” I consoled her. “You’re still young, there’s still time.”

“But what if I don’t find him?” she sobbed. “I can’t…no one…look what happened…Sasuke, and now you. I…” She began to shake now, and I grabbed her arms to steady her. She looked at me, straight in the eye with an expression equal to a little, lost girl.

“Kakashi-sensei, help me.” She grasped my arms and I didn’t know if she was trying to steady herself or pull me closer to her. But once she tilted her head upwards and her tears disappeared under a soft, creamy cover with pink eyelash trimming, I knew what she was trying to do.

Stop, said part of my conscience. Don’t do this. Once you kiss her, the deal has been sealed. You will have to help her, whether you can or not. Stop now.

But wait! said another part of my conscience. You owe it to her to help her. You vowed never to leave friends and comrades behind, and if you desert her now, it’d go against everything you’ve lived for these past 20 years.

Damn it, I didn’t know what to do. I don’t know what to do. God, what do I do?

Follow your heart.

What?

Father?

Follow you heart, Kakashi.

Obito?

Do what you think is right, Kakashi.

Rin? Are you all there?

Do what you feel is right, Kakashi.

I couldn’t stop myself. I watched Sakura’s face inch closer and closer to mine and I felt compelled to do the same. My lone eye fluttered closed and began to tilt my head downwards towards her. Just when we were a breath away from each other, I couldn’t help but ask.

“Are you sure?”

She didn’t make a sound, but I could feel her lips brush against my masked ones and they formed into a pattern that loosely translated as, “Please…help me.”

She tilted her head higher to press her lips against mine. I modulated the pressure of my lips and she moved to meet me. The deal was done; there was no going back.

A gentle breeze wafted through the air and we broke apart to feel it cool our slightly flushed cheeks. Her short pink locks billowed around her face before she smoothed it back down to frame her face.

I pulled her close to me and made her arms encircle my waist before I put my hands together to form a hand sign. After performing a few quick signs and a burst of smoke, we disappeared into the night to materialize in my bedroom.

You sure it’s a good idea to take her back to the “scene of the crime”? chuckled my darker self. You know, they say that when the witness is brought back here, they tend to go through the experience over again…

Tiny hands gripped the front of my vest to try to pull me down. We kissed again, but it was more hungry and rough than the kiss we shared on the bridge. I instantly grabbed her arms to get her to slow down.

The next time we broke apart, she was taking huge gulps of air into her deprived lungs. When she thought her lungs have had a sufficient amount of her, she pulled me back down for another fierce kiss.

“Please,” she whispered between passionate, hard kisses, “help me.”

“Sakura, wait.” I had to grab her wrists and pry them from my vest to stop her and make her look me in the eye.

“Sakura, slow down,” I told her gently. “We have all night. I can’t help you with this if you force it. What we’re doing isn’t meant to be like that; it’s supposed to be warm and tender, almost flowing like water. Slow down, and let me show you.”

Sakura slowly nodded and followed my lead. I pressed my lips onto hers and we shared another soft, almost innocent, kiss. I gently pushed her back to guide her through my tiny bedroom to the bed. She sat down on it and pulled away from me for a breath of sweet air before enveloping her lips around my still masked ones.

I gently swept her off her feet and readjusted her so she was still sitting up but her legs weren’t dangling over the edge anymore. I was pretty close to straddling her now. My knees were on either side of her thighs and I was leaning on my hands but I wasn’t sitting on her. God I must look ridiculous: I was probably in the bitch’s place in the doggy position.

Hands flew up to either side of my face and had me in a hold. Sakura pulled away from me to give me butterfly kisses in various places. She gave me one last peck on my lips before she moved down to my chin. She then trailed the side of my left jaw, working right up to my earlobe. Suckling on it for a moment, she traced up the side of my cheek to my cheekbones and up my temple (after removing my headband). She then lavished her kisses along my brow and down the bridge of my nose, even kissing the tip of my masked nose, before going back up to catch the edge of my mask in her teeth.

She began to pull my mask down slowly, tantalizingly slowly. Bit by bit, my face was revealed. My cheekbones, my nose, and finally, my lips were bare for her to see. She had released her hold of my face to allow the mask to come off, but she held my face in her hands again when everything was revealed to her.

She let the mask pool around my neck and studied my face as if she’s never seen it before. She caressed every feature I had: from my high cheekbones to my straight nose to my full, pale lips.

When she saw my face for the first time (that wasn’t in a lustful haze, which was now), she didn’t react the way I thought she would, or the way other women have. Other women didn’t care that my face was bare for them to see; they only wanted me fully naked so I could give them a good fuck. Sakura was taking everything in, absorbing every attribute I had like a sponge.

“You know,” she said softly, “you weren’t what I was expecting. Naruto and Sasuke thought you had buck teeth or fish lips. I thought that you’d just be…normal. And you are, but then at the same time, you’re not.”

She turned my head left to right, inspecting me as if I was a naughty child who lied and his parents were looking for some sort of evidence to prove that he was lying. “How so? I have two eyes, a nose and a mouth, don’t I?” I joked.

A giggle escaped her full, sensuous lips. “Of course you do. It’s just that…that I thought you’d be drop-dead handsome, and you are, but then…you’re not. This face isn’t exactly what I’d expect from one of the most elite ninja of Konoha. It looks too…innocent, like you’ve never been in battle, save for the scar.”

My lips curled into a smile. No one had ever thought of my face that way. Either no one said anything because they couldn’t judge me with my mask on, or they (specifically, the women I’ve had) thought it was good to kiss with or to eat them out with.

“Well, I’ve certainly been in battle before.” Sometimes it’s with the enemy, sometimes it’s with myself.

She pushed off my vest and it fell to the floor. “Yes, I know you’ve been in battle before. I can feel it through your shirt,” she breathed huskily, feeling every crevice of my scars on my body. “You know, I can’t heal your wounds, but I can soften it. It would still leave a mark, but it’d be smooth like the rest of your skin.”

“Thank you for the offer,” I replied, “but you’ve done enough for me. I don’t want to take your time away from the more important things just for me.”

“You’re forgetting, Kaka-sensei,” she giggled playfully, “but I do that anyway. If you’d just get over your fear of the hospital and come to me,” she emphasized, “then I could just heal you and be on my way, instead of come to you, heal you and then get my ass back to the hospital.”

My lips twisted into a wry smile. I didn’t have a fear of hospitals; I just hated the stench of disinfectant which covered the stench of death and blood

“Besides,” she softly added, “you are important. At least, you’re important enough to me that I have to drag myself away from the “more important things”, as you said.”

Ah, so she felt that way too.

“You and Naruto are all I have left of what we used to be, and Naruto isn’t here that often anymore. You…you’re still here. You haven’t left. At least not for as long as Naruto did…or Sasuke, for that matter.”

I had to sympathize with her; she certainly said what’s been burning on my mind lately.

“I know how you feel, Sakura. You haven’t left either. You haven’t left at all. You were still here, still within the village walls and I can’t thank you enough for it. If you’re still here, then I’m safe from worrying about losing you the way I did with the rest of you guys,” I admitted. “I don’t have to worry about you because I know you’re still here.”

Sakura pulled me forward and silenced me with another kiss. I shifted my weight onto my knees and one hand while the other reached to grasp her cheek. Against my calloused, battle-hardened thumb, I could feel the soft satin skin that was her.

I felt a little prickling of shame course through my blood, among hormones that induced the lust growing in the pit of my loins. Sakura was everything I’m not: young, carefree, somewhat innocent, and I’m doing things to her that she wasn’t even supposed to know about until she was a little older, maybe when she’s kicking the bucket like I am now. As far as I knew, she was still a virgin and I’m probably going to take that away from her tonight.

My hand slipped from her cheek to the back of her neck while I kissed downwards, like she did. It was a bit awkward to do this to her while I was on my knees and hand, and it was starting to hurt my wrist. Well, no matter.

Kissing to her chin and along her jaw, my lips brushed over the soft skin of her neck. Through her soft skin, I could feel her pulse and I took my time to suckle it. She was breathing a little heavier now and she was trying to hold back the softest whimpers that were trying to escape from her throat.

Her breath hitched when I latched myself onto the zipper at the front of her shirt. Doing the same thing she did, I caught the fly between my teeth and pulled it down as far as I could go, which was just past her navel. Delicately, I stuck out my tongue and traced the little path of flesh that was exposed, over her bra and between her cleavage, and all the way back up to square one.

Our lips melded into one again and I shifted my knees so they were a little closer to Sakura’s hips rather than her thighs. Then I pushed back with my one hand and moved all of my weight to my knees, making her lean up a little higher to keep our lips together while trying to accommodate my height.

I straddled her now, sitting in her lap, while gently moving the red away to show me the pale cream of her flesh and the cotton white of her bra. She shivered, but I’m not sure why…it could be from my touch or the cold of the room. I find the temperature to be fine though…

I placed my hands on her shoulders, masterfully massaging them. Every few minutes or so, I would remove on strap and let it slide down her arm, kiss it and replace the strap. Her hands came up to entangle themselves in my shirt when I was massaging them and they intertwined with my hair when I kissed her shoulders.

Every so often, she would tug at my shirt, and I thought she just wanted another kiss. It wasn’t until her hands slipped down my side to catch the hem of my shirt and tugged at it did I know what she want. Letting go of her momentarily, I raised my arms high enough for her to strip me of my black shirt, revealing my mesh sleeveless shirt with an attached mask that I’ve sewn on to every one of these tops. She didn’t groan that there was something else underneath my black overshirt but she was grateful that this one was skin-tight and it showed off every one of my lean muscles.

I was still straddling her when she turned me around and wrapped her arms around my torso, pressing her front against my back. God, the feel of her confined breasts on my back made me hate my undershirt and her bra. The feel of our naked skin rubbing together is something I’d rather relish, but I’ll take what’s in front of me. Her small hands glided down my front, her fingers brushing against what would’ve been my skin. Her small fingers clutched at the hem of my uniform slacks and expertly undid them in record time.

I had to suppress a groan that tried to tear itself from my lips when my uniform pants loosened its hold around my hips; replaced by the air of the room. My cock twinged in frustration; it wanted freedom.

Sakura’s hands wandered back up to my torso again, pressing herself against me. I could feel her nose poking into me, and I could hear her sniffing me. “Mm,” she breathed, “you smell so good. Like the earthy forest mixed with the freshness of a summer rain.”

“Really?” I asked her in a low breath. “I always thought I stunk of death and blood. I can always feel it: on my hands, my body…I can never wash it off.”

Her hands slid away from my front to run over my back. I could feel her gather some chakra into her right hand, and then…RIIIIIP! Her hand started at the base of my neck, where my shirt began, and she followed the invisible trail downwards and tore away my mesh undershirt. Now I could feel the cold air hit my exposed back, grazing against my every scar that ran across my back. Carefully, she peeled it away from my body the way people would peel off one tiny layer from an onion. When she was done, she tossed the scrap of clothing onto the floor to sit along with my vest and her shirt. I didn’t complain; I had many more of those mesh shirts with attached mask.

Contrasting the cold air, I felt something warm and wet lap across my back which soon turned cold. Sakura was licking the smooth surface on my back coupled with the ugly crevices of the scars I’ve received from past missions.

I felt her gather up chakra in both hands now, and it was a lot more than the amount of chakra she used to rip away my undershirt. Before I knew it, she had a firm hold on my hips and lifted me off of her and onto the empty space beside her.

I blinked once and then twice, feeling a bit emasculated after the way she handled me like that. I mean, I am the man; I should be the only one out of both of us to do that with ease---but then, I should give her some credit. She trained under the Hokage, somebody who’s known for demolishing stone walls with one finger, and somebody who’s --- oh my god!

Sakura was…she was straddling me, taking my hand and she was licking and sucking each individual digit. She was licking my palm, and moving upwards to my shoulder, then across the expanse of my chest to get to the other arm, licking and tasting every bit of skin she came by. When she was finished with both arms, she came back to my chest.

She kissed it and licked it, leaving a damp trail of her saliva in her wake. Her tongue glided across the giant scar Zabuza left me when she was a genin. Her wandering tongue moved to my abdomen, lapping away at my skin while her fingers traced the small scars that faded over time.

Just when I thought she’d push my pants lower to taste more of me, she came back up, gave me a peck on my lips and rested her head in the hollow of my neck. “Is that better?” she breathed.

“What?”

“You said that you could still feel the blood of every one of your kills. I licked it all away. Does it feel better, now that it‘s gone?” Oh, so that was what she was doing.

“Yes, thank you very much.” Well, it didn’t feel much better but I decided to humour her.

I flipped us around and reversed our position so I was back on top, but I was close to kneeling over her now. I buried my face into the juncture of her neck and shoulder and took a deep breath. I found her scent sweet, but odd. It was nothing like her name implied. She smelled like lavenders after the spring rain with a hint of morning dew.

I did what she did to me: I licked and trailed my way down her body. I kissed her collarbone to the upper curve of her breast, and she giggled when I stuck my face in her cleavage while blowing raspberries.

“I never thought you could be so perverted.”

“Sakura, we’ve known each other since you were 12. How could you only notice this trait of me now?” I chastised her teasingly.

More giggles resounded the air as I travelled lower, alternating between kissing her skin, blowing raspberries on it and actually licking it. When I reached her navel, however, the giggles slowly died down and her breath started to hitch.

My large fingers began to unbuckle her red split skirt with the black shorts underneath. It stopped just above her knee and the shorts hugged her curves perfectly. When it came undone in my fingers, I slid it down her long, slender, toned legs. Inch by inch, her matching panties were visible and the scent of her musky honey filled my nostrils and intoxicated me.

Crawling back up her body, leaving kisses in a few places, I crawled out of my pants and kicked it onto the floor, leaving me in my plain black boxers. I pushed the blankets to the edge of the bed with my feet. Gently, I rolled her onto her back and assaulted her mouth with my own, hunched over her so I wouldn’t crush her.

Removing my lips from hers, I bent down to kiss the curves of her breasts through her bra. Sakura’s back arched, giving me access to her back and unsnap the clasp to give me more access to her warm, fleshy half-globes. It was a bit hard to do because she was lying down, even if she arched her back, but she helped me undo herself. I kissed and licked her cleavage and pushed her back down flat onto the bed, my hands still behind her. Her fingers came out from behind her and clutched my biceps tensely. She was squirming under my tongue and she kept shooting her chest up, arching every now and then and then lying back down.

I figured the hooks of her bra were digging into the flesh of her back, so I gave her cleavage a few more kisses and licks and suckles before I caught her bra between my teeth and pulled them away from her. She let go of my biceps for a moment for me to completely pull them away from her and with a flick of my head, the article of clothing flew away to the far side of the room.

My hands were still behind her and I was smoothing out any creases and marks her bra had left. She sighed in contentment and then I sighed in contentment. She was happy that the hooks of her bra weren’t digging into her anymore. I was happy that I got to see her 95% naked (or at least, the little man in my boxers was happy).

Sakura’s breathing came in light pants and I swooped down to catch a little pink pebble between my lips. I suckled on it like a hungry babe, thirsting for my mother’s milk. Her fingers laced through my hair, gently tugging it and whimpering in pleasure. My hands left feathery touches along her side and it made her wriggle underneath me.

Switching from one breast to the other, my thumb gently hooked its way under the edge of her panties. She barely even noticed it; she could only focus on the pleasure I’m showering her with. Creating some sort of pattern on her belly made of lingering kisses, I slowly slid her panties down her perfect hips, over her little rump and down those toned thighs of hers. I kept kissing her as I went along, kissing her exposed hip and her inner thighs as her panties came of. More murmurs of ecstasy passed through those pink slits of her lips.

“Kakashi-sensei,” she gasped. I fully removed her panties and brought them up to my nose for a good sniff. It smelled like her arousal, sweet and musky, along with something undeniably feminine.

“Mm…Sakura, you don’t know how good you smell,” I rasped. Kneeling over her, I brought my head down to her ear and huskily whispered, “And I’m sure you taste even better.” She shuddered under me, though I’m not sure if it were my words or the temperature in this room. I could see the goosebumps rise on the skin of her arms the way a cake would because of the yeast.

Making sure I caught her gaze as I travelled down her body, I put on the best seductive-slash-naughty look on my face. When I looked into her eyes, I knew she could see that naughty glint in my mismatched ones.

I kissed her navel and down the right side of her hip, down her outer thighs and all the way down to each little toe of her slightly calloused foot. Her toenails were perfectly trimmed, as were a few other things, and I took each one of them in my mouth and gently sucked on them and swirled my tongue around them.

When I popped each toe out of my mouth, she wiggled them and I couldn’t help but laugh a little. Looking at her, I caught her looking at me and she gave me a warm smile. I brought her foot up to my mouth again and I pressed little pecks on the sole of her foot, then down to her heel and up to her calf. Closing my eyes, I trusted my instincts to guide me and they brought up and up and up.

When I reached her inner knee, she gasped and my eye fluttered open. I tried to keep my sharingan eye closed so I wouldn’t feel the pounding headache it gave me when I kept it open for too long. Looking up, I could see the little slit of her lower regions and her scent was strong and heady. Just past the flat expanse of her stomach was her face, flushed with a slight sheen of sweat breaking out. I had to smile as I went back to work. I was only at the inside of her knee and the pleasure was already building up to this point? That really confirmed that she was a virgin.

My hands caressed her leg as I travelled up the invisible path with my mouth, wiping away the slight trail of my saliva from every kiss and lick. I could feel under my fingers that her legs were starting to tremble now, and her arousal was thick in the air. Her soft pants and gasps shifted into sounds of surprised whimpers and gentle cries of pleasure.

I was now only a breath away from her core and her honey was seeping out of her slit. I spread her legs a little farther apart and the slit slowly opened up to me. It was like an oyster: the plump lips of her sex was like the shell and there was a little pearl waiting inside for me.

Slowly, the “little pearl” I was referring to crept out from underneath her folds. The scent of her desire enshrouded the room and it filled my nostrils with a sweet, yet almost burning, scent. It was so strong, stronger than the first time I had the cognac that Genma had, stronger than all the drugs that have been used on me and it was definitely stronger than the disgusting smell of tempura.

Gingerly, I teased the outside of her folds with the tip of my tongue. Shuddering cries hit my ears and it motivated me to continue. I ran my tongue up and down her slit, lapping up a bit of her juices as I went along. She tasted sweet, just like how I always thought she’d be, and she tasted like everything a woman should taste like.

I lifted her legs up and put them over my shoulders so I could hold her legs and her hips down a little easier. Damn, she was responsive! When my tongue touched her labia, her was already bucking her hips against my face, but when I flicked the little pink pearl…wow! Her reaction to everything I do was intensified by 600%.

I stroked that little pink jewel gently while licking up and down her slit to catch her dripping juices. Her fingers were entangled in my hair, unsure of whether to push me away or pull me in closer. Every time I did something, she would clench her feminine digits and I could feel a couple of my silver hairs tear away from my scalp.

“Oh!” she moaned. “Oh! Oh, please, please…” she begged. I don’t think she even knows what she’s begging for. I hadn’t delved that far into her and she was right on the edge!

My tongue teased her opening while I was simultaneously stimulating her via her clit with my nose. Sakura kept bucking her hips to the point where I was starting to lose control. I was doing my best to keep her still, but she’s the Hokage’s apprentice, she has a boundless amount of strength.

Regretfully, I made my right hand release its hold on her left hip. As I continued to arouse the cherry blossom before me, it was quite difficult to hold her down with only one arm. I left little feathery touches on her hip and her outer thighs before I brought my free hand close to her core. I slowly slid my middle finger up and down her folds, catching every dewy drop before I sunk my finger into her.

There was some resistance, but the wetness of her walls allowed my finger to glide deep inside of her. She bucked harder than she had so far and a hard cry tore from her throat. I stopped my motions and looked up at her, catching her eyes fluttering open with a lustful glaze over them. Panting heavily, she managed to sputter, “Please, more.”

Going back to my work, I pulled my finger out completely and slid it back in. The re-entry made her back arch and her hands flew to my one arm that still held her down. She pulled at my arm, her tiny left hand pulling up my large one and her right hand grabbing at my elbow. Slowly, she dragged me up closer to her and when my torso was pressed against hers, my right middle finger still encased within her walls, she desperately clung to me and buried her face in my chest.

Crooking my finger, I felt around for that little spongy patch that I could rub and press to make her call my name until the day Orochimaru wears pink. Trying to learn the landscape of her body, I finally found what I was looking for and stroked it delicately. My efforts were rewarded with a surprised gasp followed by a pleasured moan and semi-quiet whimpers in a futile attempt to keep herself silent.

“Sakura, it’s alright to let go,” I coaxed her gently. “You can moan if you want to. You can lose control.” I continued stroking her inner walls, making her inner muscles contract with every ripple of pleasure I sent, but at the same time, making them relax for what was to come.

“I-I can’t,” she uttered breathlessly. “I’ll be too loud. What would -ah!- w-what…what would your n-n-nei-neighbours th-think?”

“And just how do you know you’ll be too loud?” I chuckled quietly. “As far as I know, you’ve never done this before.” And from what I can feel, no one has ever touched you like this before.

“Who cares about what the neighbours think? Just care about how everything feels. If the pleasure makes you want to lose control, then lose control,” I murmured in her ear. “Besides, it feels very freeing once you let go.”

I could see it in her eyes that she was considering my words, or at least, she was trying to. I can understand that it was hard to make out a coherent thought with what her body has to deal with. Gradually, she became a bit more vocal, but not by much. Oh well, it’s still progress.

Leaning on my left arm, propped myself up so I could see her every reaction. Her eyes were clenched shut, though I think it’s because of my gaze and not my finger pleasuring every nerve of her inner muscles. I can understand why she wanted her eyes closed and not at me. The women I’ve been with before who were nowhere near the edge of pleasure was suddenly pushed over it when their eyes met mine. My sharingan eye was closed of course; no need to waste chakra and cause myself pain. It was like I could look into the windows of their souls and I somehow unlocked their most intense pleasure just by looking into their eyes.

Pulling out my middle finger completely, I replaced it with its slightly shorter brother, my ring finger. She didn’t moan or whimper as loud as she did, but I was warming her up for something a little better.

Now that both fingers were slick with her sweet nectar, I slowly pushed them within her warm, wet walls. There was resistance and she stilled a little, but my fingers went in as far as I could push them. Searching for the spongy patch again, I stroked it and pushed it and made her moan a bit louder.

The scent of her desire enshrouded the room and it filled my nostrils, enticing me to taste her. Scissoring my fingers, I tried to open her up a little so I wouldn’t hurt her as much when I filled her. Her fingers dug into my back while her tiny fingernails bit into my skin. Her face was so close to my chest, I briefly wondered how she was able to breathe. I watched her body and I felt her face as I pleased her. Goosebumps rose from the flesh of her arm, her body was shaking, her face was scrunched up and I could feel that she was close.

I pulled out my two infers and deftly stuck it in my mouth, tasting her sweet secretion. She smelled like an interesting mix of different scents and she tasted even better. I had to have more, I needed more as if it were my life source. Gently, I reached around my back to remove her hands from me. There was a slight struggle but she complied and laid back when I pushed her down.

A gentle sigh passed her lips as I straddled her and kissed her as tenderly as I could. My hands ran up and down her sides, grazing the sides of her breasts before resting at her hips. Her hands ran up and down my sides, sending shivers down my spine and stopped at the hem of my remaining article of clothing.

My mammoth-sized hands (compared to hers) covered her hands and slowly, they came down, down, down…

Bang bang bang!

Sakura gasp and broke our kiss and looked at me like a doe would after being caught in the headlights. “Ignore it,” I murmured against her lips, pressing chaste kisses on them between sentences. “Ignore them and they’ll go away.”

Bang bang bang!

“Kakashi! You in there? Get your ass out here!”

“Just ignore him. He’ll go away,” I assured her. Sakura nodded but the faintest sound of my lock being picked reached my ears. I jumped off of her, collected our clothes, threw hers at her and quickly got dressed. With a quick kiss, she jumped out my window and disappeared into the night. I willed myself to cool my boiling blood and made myself look like I just stumbled out of bed. Slipping my mask on just before the intruder burst into my bedroom, I shot him a look of annoyance.

“What do you want Genma?” I tersely asked.

“Sorry if I ruined your beauty sleep,” he mocked, dropping a pack on the floor, “but we got a mission. We’re leaving in an hour.”

Sighing, I collected everything I needed for this mission. “Just how long is this supposed to take?”

“A week if we’re quick, a month max,” Genma snorted. “I can’t believe I left two beautiful ladies at home for this.”

You and me both.

“Alright, so what are we doing?” I asked while poking around my closet for extra weapons and my summoning scrolls for extra supplies.

“B-Class. Some rich bitch is offering us the pay of an S-Class by taking out a few rogue ninjas who’re threatening the lives of her husband and children because she has a debt to owe.”

“And how many is a ‘few’, Genma?” I inquired while throwing a few other things in my pack.

“10 teams of 20 men each,” he replied nonchalantly. I looked at him with the expression that clearly said “Are you shitting me?” while he was picking out food from his gums with his senbon.

Shouldering my pack, I gave him a nod. “Okay, let’s go.”

Time to vent a little anger.

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Next up: Wrath

Sorry my stories are taking awhile. And yes, you can hate me. I cut the lemon short! But, I needed the fun to be cut short to get Kakashi motivated for Wrath. Yes, hate me as much as you want because I am about to rant.

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