Forever Longing

Sakura was a frustrated twenty-one year old kunoichi. There were so many things in her life that she wanted and so many of them, she knew that she could never have. Sasuke had been one of them and now the famous Copy Ninja was another.

She couldn’t understand why she had never seen it before when she was younger. Kakashi was like an older, saner version of the Uchiha she had loved in vain for half her life. But like the Uchiha, he too was out of her grasp. Kakashi wasn’t a lover. The man knew nothing, but how to fight. The only time she ever saw him was when the three of them were off on a mission together. Occasionally, she’d see him lounging on a roof reading his favorite books, but unfortunately, that was about it.

But even then, the only things exchanged between them are raised hands of ‘hello’s and ‘goodbyes’. He doesn’t see the longing in her eyes or the fire his touch brings to her skin, during accidental brushes that aren’t so accidental on her part.

His droopy eye continued to remain void of all emotional and it ate her up inside with each passing day. She desperately tried to keep those feelings to herself, for she’s afraid that if he should find out… Well, she’s almost positive he’d find a way to disappear from her life, whether it be her removal from the team… or his. She’s almost certain he’d petition to have Yamato take his place permanently.

So, Sakura continued to yearn, filled with unfulfilled urges and base carnal desires. Wants and needs that desperately searched for some type of release…

And that is where Izumo came in. He was the one who taught her the many pleasures of the flesh.

The Copy Ninja was still the one she wanted. Hatake Kakashi was still the one she wanted to give her heart to, even if she gave her body to another.

For now all she could do was continue business as usual around him and hope one day she’d get up enough nerve to try to show him how she felt. But she knew to do so while he remained her team leader would be folly. She would just have to wait until she finally got her chance to try out for ANBU. The exams were in a month. She’d have to suck it up and press on for now.

At least tonight she wouldn’t be alone…at least she hoped.

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Sakura stood in Izumo’s small one bedroom apartment in total darkness. Her hands were being held behind her back at the wrists, but not roughly so. The shinobi, with the hair that hung down over his one eye, was more of a gentle lover; rough and hard was more his lover Kotetsu’s forte. Izumo would never treat the girl as such unless she wanted it and as of yet she hadn’t.

The two of them had been friendly acquaintances for years, knowing each other through working closely with the Hokage. Now, it hadn’t always been like this. But one night, over sake and a conversation, both Sakura and Izumo had been feeling lonely. Sakura was pinning over her handsome sensei and Izumo missed his friend who had gone on a mission that morning.

Drinks were tossed back and feelings of longing for another were shared. Sakura promised to keep his secret if he kept hers. As most things, one thing led to another and they had used each other to fill a void and continued to do so from that point on.

She had been more than a little horrified to learn that Izumo had spilled the beans to his other half. She had been utterly perplexed when he had said that Kotetsu didn’t mind and wouldn’t mind if they continued. Izumo had explained that the other man didn’t see it as cheating since it wasn’t with another man and since they didn’t view each other as anything more than sexual partners.

She was free to seek out Izumo anytime she needed, regardless if his lover was off on a mission or not. She didn’t understand it, but she wasn’t complaining. She was able to find much needed release, under a secret agreement that kept her worry free and she was just fine with that. The only rule they abided by was that there would be no kissing, it was a mutual agreement, surprisingly thought up by Izumo.

Tonight, Kotetsu happened to be gone on another mission and Izumo had sought her out. He had come calling just a few hours shy of midnight, at her apartment. Their secret rendezvous’ were always late into the night. For one, so no one would notice; another, because that’s usually when the loneliness set in, for both their cases. Their sexual escapades were always conducted at his place; hers being too vulnerable to visitors dropping by. (Ino and Naruto.)

Sakura had been thankful; she had felt the need to be in another’s company. She had, had a rather interesting spar that day with the Copy ninja, leaving her blood warm even from his rough manhandling. He had won their little exchange by knocking her to the ground with a well placed kick to the back of her legs. He had then proceeded to pin her to the earthen floor by covering her body with his own. Legs pried apart by a knee, hands behind her back in a bruising hold, the side of her face smashed into the ground.

He had not left her with the bitter taste of defeat. No. It was more like the bitter taste of a want that could not be fulfilled. And that’s why she was here, standing at the foot of Izumo’s bed with him so close behind her.

She could already feel the bulge in his pants pressing into the softness of her backside, his hands running circles under her shirt. Izumo had always been a gentle lover for her, but tonight she wanted something different. Tonight, she wanted a little more of what had made her body flush from earlier. She didn’t want him to treat her like a delicate porcelain doll…she wanted to be handled rough…the way Kakashi had a few hours ago.

So, that was the motivation behind her whispered words that filled the silence of the room. “Treat me like Kotetsu treats you.”

She felt his hands still in their place, on her stomach, at her words. She knew it was a strange request, but it was what she wanted. She was quite aware that in bed Kotetsu was the dominate one, Izumo had said so himself.

Uncertainty in his voice he asked, “Are you sure?”

Kotetsu was a kind and friendly guy, who like Izumo, loved to play the odd prank or two. But in bed, his kind and gentleness was forgone for a more dominate, commanding role. It was something that Izumo himself couldn’t get enough of, but he wasn’t so sure that the young woman in his arms could handle.

In assured toned she purred out a, “Yes.”

Izumo mentally shrugged, ‘who am I to try to deter her. If that’s what she wants, I’m more than happy to oblige.’

In a way, he was excited to finally be able to be the one in that position of power. He had always wondered how it would feel. And now he guessed here was his chance.

He didn’t reply. Instead, his hands went straight to her breasts, pushing up her shirt as he went. He found she wasn’t wearing her usual binding. Roughly he squeezed and kneaded them as his hot mouth latched on to the skin of her neck, biting and sucking her flesh there. His lower half pressed hard against her ass as his fingers pinched and rolled her nipples making her moan, body burning.

One thing about Kotetsu, that Sakura wasn’t aware of, that Izumo found he liked quite a lot, was the fact that his lover was a verbal man. He enjoyed telling what he was and would do to him in erotic graphic detail. His lover’s vulgarity was relatively a turn on to him.

His right hand slid back down her stomach and underneath the waistband of both her black shorts and panties. His fingers slid through her already damp folds as his other hand continued to pinch and tweak her nipples above, mouth still sucking on the flesh of her neck.

He pried his lips away from her heated flesh to say huskily, “You’re so wet…” He abruptly sunk a finger deep within her slick walls. “So fucking tight too.”

Izumo had never spoken so brazenly to her before, but she had to admit, she liked it. She moaned as he withdrew his finger then and brought it to her mouth where he slowly wiped her juices on her lips, before slipping it inside.

With a slightly commanding voice he told her, “Suck.”

Sakura did just that, twirling her tongue around his digit as he slowly pistoned it into her mouth.

In a deep voice, she heard him whisper ‘good girl’, from behind her. The next thing she knew, she was being forced down onto the bed on her hands and knees facing the headboard. Then she felt the cool air hit her backside as both her pants and panties were pulled down to her knees, locking her legs together.

“Mm, such a nice little ass.” His hands were kneading her ass now, squeezing and admiring. He ran over her ass to the small of her back forcing the arms holding her up to buckle. She was now laying with the side of her face pressing into the mattress, ass high in the air. Sakura gasped as she felt him squeeze her cheeks so that her little puckered flesh was visible. She flinched slightly as she felt his thumb run over that flesh ever so lightly.

“So nice, I wonder how it tastes.” Sakura was about to protest when she felt his hot breath and his wet tongue run over the flesh between her pale globes. It felt …weird, but not in an all together bad way to her. She couldn’t see behind her, but she was almost certain he was pleasuring himself as he licked her. She had heard the sound of his zipper before he had started and she was sure that faint sound was the slide of his hand on his cock.

She gasped and slightly moaned as his tongue found its way inside the recesses of the hole it had been lapping at. Even after all their previous exchanges, this was all so new to her. Vaguely, she wandered if everyone did this sort of thing, homosexual or not. Sakura thought that they should, it felt pretty good to her.

Soon his tongue had left its little home and she heard and felt him maneuvering beneath her. The next thing she knew her woman hood was being licked, sucked and flicked. This was always the part about foreplay that she loved. Vaguely, she wandered if Kakashi enjoyed performing this sort of act, but that thought was quickly thrown out the window at Izumo next words.

“Sit up.”

So, she did and looked down. There was just something about seeing the handsome man’s face nestled comfortably between her legs, mouth latched on to her sensitive bud, that turned her on even more. She was literally sitting on his face as he hungrily feasted on her dripping sex. His mouth felt so good to her, flicking her clit even as his lips were wrapped around it. Her hands unconsciously went to her breasts, rolling and pinching her own nipples, trying to make the sensation between her legs even more exquisitely unbearable.

She rocked her hips over his face, pressing down trying to heighten the sensation of his lapping tongue. One of Izumo’s hands was wrapped around her thighs from underneath, effectively prying them further apart. Her stomach muscles clenched and unclenched with every spasm his hot mouth produced. She was so ready to soak his handsome features in her feminine juices, she was so close.

“Come for me Sakura.”

She knew he must have stopped his own self ministrations, because she felt two fingers enter her wet passage then. Izumo drove his digits all the way to the knuckle inside her. He curled them in her tightness and quickened his suckling rate on her sensitive nub. Sakura’s hips thrashed over his face, trying to lift herself from the almost painful, pleasurable sensation, but a hand at her hip kept her in place. So she gave into it and almost smothered him rubbing her self against his mouth and fingers.

She came in a violent quake, primitive groan ripping through the silence. Izumo, fingers and face now covered in her essence, stayed latched onto her body, riding out every spasm her thrashing orgasm produced.

Sakura leaned back, hands behind her desperately trying to catch her breath. She felt a tongue flick at her clit once, generating an almost painful tremor through her body. She quickly removed herself from his smirking wet face.

Izumo sat on the edge of the bed as the girl flopped onto her back on the bed still panting. He went about removing his shirt and wiping his features with it, before tossing it in a corner. He wasn’t finished with her, not by a long shot, but he figured he’d give her a little breather. Just a little break, while he discarded himself of his own physical barriers.

“Take off the rest of your clothes and come here when you’re ready.”

Sakura pulled her shorts off the rest of the way and her shirt as well and then went around to stand in front of him. His eyes drank in her naked features. Izumo enjoyed a nicely shaped female body like any other male, he just happened to enjoy the male body as well.
By the time she had made it over to him, he had already begun sliding his hand up and down his length slowly, patiently waiting for more.

He didn’t have to tell her what he wanted. She could already tell. She sunk to her knees and bent forward, but was halted by a hand tangling in the back of her hair.

With hooded, sex glazed eyes he looked down at her and said, “Open your mouth for me.”

Sakura did as she was told. His hand maneuvered her right above the head of his nicely sized cock where he said, “Be a good girl and lick your lips for me now.”

Again, she did as she was told and then with one hand in her hair and the other around his cock, he ran the tip of his head in a circle over her lips, hissing. He continued to do so before saying, “Lick it for me Sakura.”

With her mouth still opened in a silent “oh” she flicked her tongue out, not unlike a snake, onto the top and underside of his cock head.

“Mm..”

Then without warning, Izumo shoved half his length past her parted lips into the hot wetness of her mouth.

“Suck it for me.”

With his hand at the base of his cock, he fed himself in and out of her hungry mouth, making himself hard and rigid. Slurping sounds filled the darkened room, along with long low moans.

“That’s it, just like that…”

The girl’s mouth continued to slide up and down his length and Izumo was starting to think that if he didn’t stop her soon, he’d end up filling her mouth with his cum. With the hand in her hair, he pulled her back, popping sound echoing as her mouth left his engorged cock.

Hand still in her hair, he made her stand up and turn around. He whispered in her ear heatedly, “I’m going to fuck you now.”

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5 Days Later

“Well, I’m beat… “Even though the trudging shinobi was tired, he still managed to be in the lead, walking through the tall wooden walls of Konohagakure.

A less exhausted kunoichi followed behind him with a scowl. “You wouldn’t be so worn-out, if you hadn’t run full out all the way here. It’s your own fault!” Sakura crossed her arms over her chest in annoyance. “Kakashi-sensei told you to stay with the group baka.”

The man in question, merely strolled behind them, one hand in his pocket and the other busy holding up his precious book, eyes glued to its pages.

Naruto sighed wearily, “Oh, but Sakura-chan… I just wanted to get home. You know Hinata said she was going to make my favorite dinner when I returned.” At this, he stuck his thumb out, in a bout of reserved energy. “Seafood and miso ramen!”

Sakura merely sighed dejectedly in return, shaking her head. Kakashi did the same, behind her. They continued to walk down the empty main street, headed in the direction of the residential area toward their homes. It was late, the stars had been in the sky for some time now and they had just reached the intersection of the dusty road, where they usually broke off into different directions.

Naruto gave them a tired wave and a smile before heading off in the direction of his apartment. Kakashi gave a silent wave over his shoulder, back already turned, walking away as Sakura stood there silently debating over calling out to the aloof man.

With her fingers tapping together, the way that Hinata used to with Naruto, Sakura called out to her team leader. “Um, K-Kakashi-sensei?” Sakura winced at the nervous tremble in her voice and forced her idle hands behind her back, before the man turned around.

Kakashi faced the girl, slouch in place and hands in his pockets. In a flat tired tone he answered, “Hm?”

Sakura forced her sandaled toes to not start kicking at the dirt in front of her. She didn’t want to give away her embarrassment any more then what she already was. In a forced calm voice she said, “You see, I…” Sakura took in a deep breath forcing the courage to return to her body. She knew if she was going to ask him to do this for her, he’d only agree if she sounded serious. “I’ve decided to try out for ANBU and as you know, I need a Jounin to sponsor me and I was hoping that you-“

With a raised eyebrow, Kakashi cut her off. “I would have thought Tsunade-sama to be a better candidate.”

Sakura was ready for this. With a sigh, she replied, “Well, I thought it would be best if she didn’t. I don’t want the council to think that I’m using her influence in anyway.”

Kakashi nodded his head slightly in understanding and crossed his arms. “Hm…”

The Copy ninja remained silent, internally deliberating his answer. This left Sakura standing there, hands behind her back, sweating bullets as his dark, droopy gaze looked her over, in a calculating way. Sakura finally managed to look him in the eye again and gave him a small smile.

Kakashi sighed and gave her a single nod in reply. Her small smile broke into a wide grin and before she knew it, she was rushing forward; much as Naruto had the moment Kakashi had first told them he had entered them into the Chuunin exams. Her arms wrapped around her his shoulders, effectively trapping him in place in an unyielding bear hug, face pressed tightly to his shoulder.

“Thank you Kakashi-sensei! Thank you so much!” Unlike Naruto, she managed to keep her feet on the ground, but just like Naruto, Kakashi-sensei began trying to pry the girl from his body. Unfortunately for him, one of Sakura’s skills was inhuman strength. He was trapped, with the breath being forced from his body.

“S-sakura!”

Sakura quickly regained herself and swiftly stepped away from the (now) purple-faced Jounin. Highly embarrassed, Sakura began stammering, red-faced.

“Hahahaha!” Hand scratching the back of her head, “S-sorry, Kakashi-sensei, I got a little carried away there! Hahaha!”

After Kakashi managed to regain his breathing, he simply ruffled her hair with a crease of his eye, indicating a smile. Sakura’s nervous laughter stopped and she simply gave him a bright smile with one eye closed as he continued to turn her short locks into a bird’s nest.

Kakashi turned around then and gave her another raised hand over his shoulder in a silent good-bye. Sakura silently raised her own hand, unseen, in a farewell as her bright happy smile slid to a melancholy one.

In barely a whisper she said longingly, “Kakashi-sensei…”

Even though she had forced it upon him, it was the first hug they had ever shared. Kakashi wasn’t the type of man that allowed his personal space to be invaded….much less his heart.

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(To Be Continued)