Second Chances

Disclaimer: Naruto isn't mine as is all its characters. I could never be that lucky! Although, I can wish they all belonged to me! Especially Kakashi and Genma!

A/N: This was based on an idea from Apherion, and the plot bunnies took over from there. The characters may be OOC, but that's what I do best. Just a note for those who'll want to comment on that...I plan on the whole angst plot line and I'd appreciate it greatly if you guys would send some feedback and let me know how I'm doing. Here's hoping you like it. This may or may not be a one shot. I haven't decided as of yet, and your reviews could likely sway me either way. Enjoy! This chapter does contain a lemon, albeit a crappy one, so try not to kill me for it.

Second Chances

A table of loud Jounin occupied the back of Ichi's, a popular, high ranked nin haunt. Naruto and Ino being the loudest of them all. The two blonds had the biggest mouths of everyone in Konoha, and it was a well known fact. Sakura sat beside her friend and former teammate, Naruto. Spread out around the rest of the way were: Hinata, Ten-Ten, Neji, Lee, Shikamaru, Chouji, Kiba with Akamaru, and Shino. Shino and Hinata were the only ones being reserved and quiet, but that was nothing new there.

Lee had been forbidden to consume anything alcoholic, ordering strictly virgin drinks. Kiba smelled each drink the fuzzy-browed man ordered to ensure it stayed that way. They didn't need their friend tearing up their favorite bar, and getting them kicked out for life.

All of the guys except Lee and Chouji were now in ANBU and they were celebrating Kiba's recent addition to their ranks. Also, they were celebrating because Ten-Ten joined as well. There was another reason they were there, but only two people knew why and refused to say a word about it just yet.

Ino shot Naruto a look. “Come on...out with it! You look guilty, Naruto, so what gives? You ought to know I won't give in until you spill!”

“You've already lost, Naruto. You might as well tell her. She's quite relentless until she gets her way. Kami knows...I can't beat her at that game. So troublesome.”

“Piss off, Shikamaru!” The blond elbowed her boyfriend, the movement causing her long ponytail to swing with the sudden motion. “What do you know about it anyway?”

“Obviously more than you.”, he retorted. Crossing his arms, he sighed. “Troublesome. That's you in a package. Troublesome.”

Tightening her fists, she turned to him slowly. “I take it you still want to get laid tonight, don't you", Ino threatened. That was one sure way to insure good behavior, most of the time. Other times she'd tell him that when she was done he'd be robbed of every moment to catch any peaceful sleep. Usually, it worked, the blond mused with a smile.

On cue, several of their friends either hid their smiles behind their hands or had taken a gulp of sake only to lose it at Ino's question.

“Oi! Who are we waiting on? I'm ready to hear some big news or something.” Neji's impatience was echoed by a couple others, mainly Shino, Chouji and Shikamaru.

“W-We're w-waiting on K-K-Kakashi and Genma.” Hinata still stuttered, but it was always worse in front of a crowd. Her cheeks were tinged bright pink from her small speech, and she was staring down at the floor.

Immediately, Naruto lifted her chin briefly placing a kiss on her lips. His gesture brought a huge smile to the Hyuuga heiress's face. He never treated her with disrespect and had nothing but a unconditional love for the beautiful Byakugan user. Her shyness had pulled him in and his love and drawn her from her self-imposed shell.

At the very mention of Kakashi's name, Sakura froze. She hadn't expected him to be here or she more than likely wouldn't have come. It would've been a hard call to make, especially since everyone present were her friends too. She wondered if the mismatched, Sharingan-eyed, formerly her sensei, with a shock of silvery hair would come.

Butterflies danced lightly and furiously fluttered within the muscled confines of her stomach. She hadn't been this nervous since they'd first slept together. But like all good things, they'd come to an end. Their jobs, friends and teammates had unknowingly torn them apart. Also, the medic nin didn't want her former lover to learn that she had placed an application to join ANBU. He'd make a huge mountain out of a mole hill that's for sure. She'd be willing to bet that there'd be a typical blow out argument over it, regardless of the fact they were no longer together, and he'd lost all rights to her life when he walked out her door.

One of the guys hollered out, “Hey! You guys will never believe this! Guess who I saw leaving Masan's house a few night's ago, or should I say a few early morning's ago?”

Kiba was dying to share this little bit of information. Everyone in the village knew that Masan was not only in ANBU, but the village's biggest whore. So there's no telling who was seen leaving her place.

“Genma?” The name was shouted a little too loudly and immediately captured the attention of the mentioned senbon master.

Getting up from his chair, the senbon user strolled over to their table and hit Naruto on the head. “What the hell do you want, small fry?”

“Nothing, you dumb bastard!” Naruto rubbed his head, showering the older nin a go to hell expression. "Why don't you go find some slut to fuck and get out of our hair?" Blue eyes blazing, temper flaring, Naruto really itched to plant his fist in the middle of Genma's smug mouth. The fucker deserves it, Kyuubi whispered, give him his due.

But before Naruto could act, Kiba butted in and interrupted their visual pissing match, the duo staring each other down; refusing to give in, and admit defeat.

Kiba jumped in. “I was trying to get them to guess who I saw leaving Masan's house earlier this week. Nobody's biting yet. Except Naruto and he assumed it was you.”

Genma snorted.”I wouldn't fuck that whore if she was the last female in our village! However, I'd happily take Sakura, Ino or Ten-Ten any day.” He winked in their direction earning several glares from Naruto, Shikamaru and Neji. Tipping his head, Genma drawled, “Ladies, if you need me, you know where to find me. Later.” He walked off to find more sake and rejoin his vacant seat at his favorite table.

Ten-Ten frowned. “I can't believe the nerve of that guy! He may be hot, but he has no tact!” Turning her head, she spotted the frown of her partner and friend's face. “Have no worries, Neji. I'm one kunoichi Genma has no hope of getting. I swear.”

The tenseness left the Hyuuga prodigy's shoulders and they relaxed, as did his mouth. It irked him to no end that the senbon user hit on her and two of his female friends. Strange thing...Sakura and Ino took some time to grow on Neji. Ino with her loud mouth and Sakura with her even louder temper took getting used to. But eventually he'd managed to overlook their flaws and became friends with them, Sakura more so than Ino, as Sakura was a medic nin and occasionally Neji came back injured like the rest of their friends.

A long time ago, he avoided them like the plague, but now all of the former Konoha nine were close friends, outside Sasuke. Thinking of the Uchiha brought up his anger again. And only because the idiot had attacked Sakura and several others along with his older brother. They'd escaped and to this day no one knew their whereabouts.

“No way! You're bullshittin'! Ain't no way he'd tap her ass! I cannot believe that that porn loving idiot is fucking that nasty whore?! What ever happened to his common sense?”

The exclamation came from none other than Naruto. Not that anyone at the table was surprised. Neither he or Ino knew the meaning of quiet or still. Constant moving, verbal blurs of motion.

Kiba smirked. "It must've disappeared the second he started slamming the shit out of her skanky ass." Kiba couldn't stand her. Masan always tried to make his, and his friends lives hell. Mostly Sakura's life. And that he couldn't abide. Of course he, Naruto and Neji were the only ones in their circle of friends who knew the reason behind Sakura's and Kakashi's bust- up. There'd been some uncomfortable moments in the days afterwards.

“I'm serious, man! It was four am and he was leaving out of her window. I swear!

“Who was it, Kiba? Cut the suspense, man, I gotta hear this!” Ino was just as bad as Kiba regarding gossip. Her family owned the largest flower shop in Konoha and she didn't work there for the smells! That much was for sure!”

Smirking, Kiba replied, “Would you believe me if I said it was Hatake, Kakashi?”

A small gasp was emitted from somewhere around the table, but no one was sure who did it. Everyone's jaws were on the floor astounded by a former sensei's lack of common sense.

“How'd you know, Kiba?” Naruto wanted to hear proof that it wasn't just a meaningless accusation. He hoped Sakura hadn't heard Kiba's story, but the look on her face stated otherwise. Her pale face paled further, her fists clenched tightly on top of the table, and her eyes shut fighting against the tears that pooled there, unwanted and rising to the surface.

"He was dressed in his green vests and pants with black shirt. Oh! and by the way, you can't miss Kakashi with him always wearing that damned black mask. That's how I know it was him.”

Sakura sat still, her head bowed; fists held tightly together on the table. Either she was praying or getting ready to rip a lazy Jounin, with a taste for dirty literature, a new rear end! She was furious! Problem was that she shouldn't care because it was no longer her business who he saw, or who he screwed. It cut like a knife hearing that he was sleeping with his fellow teammate, who also liked to give service with a smile to any man that wanted it, whether they payed for it or not.

Abruptly jumping to her feet, the pink haired kunoichi tightly said, “I'm gonna go get some more sake. Be right back.” Quickly, she made off and slid through the crowd to the bar.

While her back was turned to the door, the object of her anger and his “friend” entered, heading back towards Naruto and the rest of the gang. Kakashi and Masan looked around the table for a place to sit.

Kakashi glanced around the room as if looking for someone. Masan, with her long, black hair streaming down her back sat down in Sakura's seat.

Frowning, Naruto let her know real quick where she was. “That's Sakura's seat. You need to move, please.”

Mockingly, she let out a hmph. “Too bad. It's mine and Kakashi's now. She's just out of luck, not that I really care.”

Naruto stared at her in astonishment. Anger shot through his veins. “You cold hearted bitch!” He slammed his fist down on the table in response to the insult. “Move-your-cheap-as-a-dollar-slutty-ass from her seat!”

“What are you going to do? Make me move?” The taunt echoed in her green eyes, daring him to do something about it.

Hinata saw the fury in her boyfriend's eyes and knew she had to calm him or risk Kyuubi making an unwanted appearance. Not a good thing at all. The foolish woman didn't know, or didn't care who she was fucking with. One day she'd find out and Hinata hoped that Naruto or Sakura one beat the shit out of her!

Placing her hand lightly on his arm, she spoke lowly, “Naruto-kun, calm down. Don't let her ruin this night for you, for us and our friends.”

Apparently, unaware that Kakashi and Masan had arrived, Sakura weaved through the crowd with such ease and grace, smiling as she went and calling out her hello's. Approaching the table, her smile fell away the second she spotted the newly formed couple.

Sitting down the tray, she turned to walk off when a hand grabbed her elbow. “Stay. Don't let her see you're upset. Talk. Drink. Do whatever you feel like, but don't leave. That's what she wants. Don't give her that!” A male voice attempted to persuade the pink haired girl to pluck her courage and give Masan the equivalent of a mental 'screw you' while refusing to let Kakashi's toy run her off from her friends, where she belonged as well.

Jade colored eyes stared directly into white ones. “Neji, I appreciate what you're attempting to do, but I can't stay. It hurts too much to see him with her! Tears welled up, making her even madder. The last thing she wanted him to see was her tears. She'd be damned if she'd show her feelings to him at all.

Sakura never noticed that Neji waved someone over and whispered in their ear. Suddenly, she was being pulled away from the table and onto the dance floor. Curious to see the identity of her rescuer, she glanced up, tears streaming. Smiling, she ought to have known better.

“You don't have to do this...Genma.” Her voice trembled with raw emotion clogging the back of her throat. “It's not your place.”

“Maybe not, but it's where I want to be. He's always been my best friend, but he screwed up royally when he let you go! We'll make him see his stupidity one way or another.” Winking flirtaciously at her, the tall, strong brunette pulled her closer to him, where neither body could be differentiated between the other.

“Thanks, Genma. I owe you one.” A grateful light shown from her eyes telling him there was hope yet.

“You might not say that if you could see Hatake's face. Suffice to say, we've caught his attention and he seems pretty pissed!”

A laugh broke free from Sakura causing her escort to laugh with her. He tenderly wiped away her tears with his thumbs.

“There. Now that's what I like to hear and see from you. Should we give them something to talk about?”

Genma's hand slid from her back to her butt, forcing her body closer as they ground together becoming completely immersed in the music and one another. Sakura felt sensual heat building in her body, warming her skin; making her feel emotions for her savior that she'd never before entertained. She felt the pull of attraction and suddenly realized that she wanted him. And she wanted him to fuck her brains out! Now she'd really shocked herself, she thought with a smile.

Confidence restored, she winked back at the gorgeous man holding her firmly. “Let's. I wanna knock the smirk off that bitch's face. Although, I'd rather do it with my fist...I know it's not feasible. At least not without getting into trouble with Tsunade.”

Stepping to her side, wrapping an arm around her shoulder, “That's my girl! Show time!” The couple returned to the loudly chattering table.

Kakashi was talking to Shikamaru, seeming to be inattentive to his date, therefore missing out on the beginning of the verbal cat fight.

“Sakura! Genma! Glad you could join us!”

“Thanks, Naruto! We were just enjoying a quiet moment. Sorry for running out a few minutes ago.”

“Would you like something back, Sakura?” Venom dripped from Masan's darkly painted red lips.

“And what would that be, Masan?” She replied in her extra sweet way guaranteed to dig under her nemesis' skin.

“Not only do I have your lover, but it seems I've taken over your place as well. Don't worry, even though you're not gone, you're more than forgotten!” Her laughter rang out and she noticed Sakura's jaw's clenching.

“I'll never be forgotten, Masan. And here's a little tidbit for you. The only thing about you that's memorable is your screeching, grating voice. And also, from what I hear, all around the village, your performance is absolutely forgettable and nothing to boast about. So if I were you...I'd hang up my hat as the town whore. Why should they pay you for it, when it's only good enough to be free?”

“Holy fuck! Damn! Sakura just dissed on Masan! Go Sakura!” Akamaru barked in agreement with his owner's statement. "Take that, you fucking bitch!" Stealthily, Akamaru slipped under the table, after Kiba whispered in his ear.

“What the hell?” Masan leaped to her feet, clothes dripping wet and smelling strongly of dog urine.

Kakashi and Shikamaru, along with everyone else stared at the dark haired girl in surprise.

Furious, Masan pointed at Kiba. “Keep your damned mutt away from me or I'll kill him!”

The threat towards the lovable dog snagged everyone's attention, especially Kakashi's since he has a pack of them. He narrowed his eyes and was about to say something when he was suddenly cut off.

“Touch Kiba, Akamaru or any of my friends, and I'll make sure to stomp the living hell out of you! And the next time you're up for a physical...I'll make sure you fail it! In short, you're life will be a living hell! If you want the fuck of a lifetime....I'll give it to you, only you'll endure it for the rest of your hateful existence!” Inner Sakura was cheering her outer self on complete with fists pumping in the air and jumping up and down, shouting internally, 'Eat shit and die, Masan!'

Snorting, Masan fired back, “Oh, please! You couldn't make Kakashi happy or hold on to him! So who's the failure now?”

“At least she hasn't been busy making the whole village happy on her knees!” Genma couldn't help himself. Brown eyes twinkling he flipped her off and asked, "I was just curious, Masan. Have you had your recent STD check? I'm sure you've managed to pick one up from screwing anything with legs. Do you even have a vagina left? I figured you probably have no elasticity left with all the pounding you've received." He chuckled as he finished his insult, proud that Sakura was snickering away at his side. Good girl, he thought.

Trembling with rage, Masan's green eyes danced with an evil light. “Who the hell asked you, Shiranui? I sure as hell didn't! You're just jealous because you've never had this!” She ran her hands down the length of her slim, but curvaceous figure. In other words, a real woman's body. That's what her words and gestures were insinuating.

“More like I never wanted that! I've got more respect for myself than that! Besides, I've got a beautiful pink haired nin to keep my company at night! You're just jealous of Sakura! She's got more beauty and class, and let's face it...she's a hell of a lot more attractive than you'll ever be. Honestly, I think your looks are beginning to fail you.” Dropping his voice to a lower pitch, “The only reason he's with you is to try and wipe Sakura from his mind. You're his desperate fall back. So how does it feel? How does it feel knowing you'll always be second best to her?”

Genma leaned down to quietly say something in Sakura's ear. She laughed and nodded. Quickly, they spoke their goodbye's and left the celebration, never privy to why it was occurring anyway.

A dark eye watched their backs as they exited the building. Kakashi narrowed his one revealed eye in hurt and anger. Why would Sakura and Genma hook up? Was it to hurt him? Or did the couple truly feel something towards the other? Seeing his ex lover with his best friend cut a hole in him that nothing could ever fix. His chest ached with the sensation of wanting to once again holding Sakura in his arms. She'd been the best thing to ever happen to him and he'd screwed up too big for her to forgive. It would be too much to ever ask her for a second chance, which he was certain he'd never get even if he requested it.

Deep inside, the infamous Copy Nin wondered if Sakura still hurt the way he did. Every time he saw her laughing in the sunlight, he felt joy and sadness. Such a painful combination! He knew he was wrong for being with Masan, but he felt he didn't have anywhere to turn for his baser needs and he was tired of being alone. He still couldn't force himself to sleep in his bed. There were too many memories of Sakura and their lovemaking lingering behind haunting him. Would it ever go away?

Six months had passed and nothing had lessened, not even the pain. Sharp cuts penetrated the steel bars surrounding his heart, slashing the beating organ with such ferocity, the man inside would almost break down and cry. But tears were for the weak. That's what he'd lived by for so long. But how else could he explain every morning when he visited the memorial stone and tears fell like rain. There were no such things as second chances. Life made sure of that. His fate was to be miserable. Fate had decreed this with his multiple failures of being a teacher, friend and lover.

Second chances? No such thing.

Kakashi could still hear Masan bitching about the scene his friends just made. Tired of it, he just turned and walked away. It was time to be alone. Being around his former pupils and their friends brought memories back in waves. Memories he just couldn't handle right now.

Walking down the street, he passed Sakura's house which was empty. He checked. No chakra signatures, no nothing. He continued on and was passing Genma's house. Reaching out, he discovered the presence of two signatures within emanating from the back. Coming from Genma's room.

Leaping up into the tree, the sight that greeted his one eye further pounded his heart into a black oblivion. Sakura and Genma were wrapped in each other's arms, heatedly involved in the throes of passion.

A solitary tear fell to the ground below. Whispering his words to the wind, forlornly, “Goodbye, Sakura. May he give you what I couldn't.”

Sakura turned her head towards the window certain she'd heard a noise, but there was nothing. Looking back at Genma, she let the senbon master take her away in a flood of ecstasy.

Genma's lips firmly kissed Sakura, heat arching between them in their frenzied movements. Sitting up while still atop her, Genma reached down; bringing a kunai to her abdomen he placed it at her collar, swifting cutting down. Once sliced completely through, he tore her shirt away; leaned down to lavish attention on one breast then another.

He suckled, lightly bit and licked her nipples while moving against her body sensually, the metallic end of the kunai teasing her leg, as he moved it slowly, carefully of and down the flesh of her thigh. Acting swiftly, Genma used the kunai to cut away her skirt, leaving her clad only in her black lacy underwear.

"I never took you for a person that wore black, Sakura." He muttered against her breast as he continued to lavish attention on her chest while his talented fingers slipped beneath the band of her panties and quickly tore them away, as well. She gasped as he ripped her black undies from her skin, tossing them in a heap to join the rest of her destroyed clothes.

Taking her cue from him she whispered seductively, "Surprises come in all sorts of packages. Thought you knew that by now, Genma. I'm a woman of many, many surprises", she intimated.

"I'll believe that."

Sakura caught him off-guard as she called on her massive strength and flipped them, Genma now on bottom. "Now, I have you right where I want you", she purred. Ripping the buttons down his shirt, she edged the material from his skin as she licked and nibbled on his neck, causing the brunette to moan. Smirking, she moved lower to his chest, kissing, biting and once again, licking, her hand inching lower as she grasped the top of his pants. Unbuttoning the top and sliding the zipper down, her head followed her body, her teasing tongue following a trail down his abdomen as she slid his pants down and yanking them off.

Genma couldn't say anything. All he could do was moan, caught up in the feeling, the heat of Sakura. No other woman had made him feel this hot, this ready to blow, and she'd only just begun, according to her. Glancing down as he felt her breath over his penis, he wondered how she'd done that without him feeling a thing. Not that he'd complain or anything.

The moment her mouth slid over his cock, he thought he'd died....she was all velvet heat, taking in his length fully, beginning a slow, torturous up and down motion. Teasing him more, she withdrew from his penis, allowing her tongue to quickly flick back and forth across his head, teasing him, driving him mad. Sakura's mouth quickly covered his shaft again, up and down while licking the skin underneath his cock. Reaching down she massaged his balls, earning a throaty groan from his lips. Faster and faster her tongue stroked him until he couldn't take it and feared he'd cum before giving her all the pleasure she deserved.

Flipping them again, Genma smiled as Sakura protested his cock being forced from her wet mouth. "All in good time. For now, I want to enjoy you...then if you want...we'll fuck like bunnies. Work for you?" She nodded, her chest heaving. "Good."

Licking a path down her upper and lower abdomen, Genma began teasing her clit with his deft fingers, eliciting a moan and a small cry from his action. Rubbing the little nub lightly, he chuckled as her small hips bucked as he showed her just how talented he was. Moments later, his mouth dropped lower, his fingers spread her as his tongue delved in to taste her essence. Hips writhing and bucking, Sakura could barely stand his torture. No wonder he'd been called 'The Man of A Million Pleasures'. He was that damned good.

"Oh, fuck! Genma...hurry. Can't hold on much longer. Please."

Muttering against her sex he said, "That's exactly what I want to hear, baby. Scream my name. Let the whole village hear who's fucking you tonight." Tongue swirling around her clit, he sucked and nibbled while testing her wetness with one finger, then adding a second, he judged her ready. Placing his cock at her entrance he thrust in all at once, a yell erupting from Sakura's throat as the pleasure of being filled took her over. Moving in and out, his speed slow, Genma increased his speed to match her moans and ever loudening shouts. She was yelling his name. His. Name. Genma. Over and over, she called his name,her nails scratching down his back. Lifting her hips she matched his pace, coils of heat and tension building swiftly in her lower abdomen. "Genma, now. I'm about to cum", she whispered, lungs heaving for air. Pounding her Genma was at his limit, the two of them hitting it fast and hard, Sakura's womb contracted and the muscles around him squeezed him, massaging him as she hit her orgasm with a scream. Genma's followed as his seed spilled into her with a hoarse shout.

The duo collapsed, no words needed. Exhausted, Genma wrapped his arms around her, kissing her gently, they whispered good night. And it had been a good night indeed.

A/N: Sorry about the crappy lemon. I can't write smut for shit! However I did try. Hope you at least like the little story line, so far. *author ducks in case of rotten fruit that someone may throw for the shitty sex scene*