Three of a Kind

It was with some trepidation that Haruno Sakura entered the ANBU headquarters, here green eyes round and sweeping from side to side of the unmarked entryway nervously. Her first day in her new position as one of Konoha’s elite… if she made it through without puking, she’d be surprised. People were staring at her; she could tell even though every face here wore a mask of some kind. She stood out like a sore thumb in her civilian attire. Her gear was still on back order and the old man who made all the ANBU masks by hand hadn’t finished painting hers. Hell, she hadn’t even met her new teammates yet.

All she knew was that a crow had appeared on her window that morning with a message written in neat, precise characters requesting her presence at the ANBU headquarters to get acquainted with her team. The only names she had to go on were all codenames; the captain was Karasu, the vice-captain was Kurohyou and the third was Tenzou. Their files weren’t all that more enlightening either, but by no means unimpressive. Captain Karasu and Vice Captain Kurohyou had the highest kill rate in the entire organization and Tenzou had the lowest injury rate out of any ANBU operative. In the ten years he’d been listed as active duty, he’d only been admitted for serious injury six times. Maybe he had some kind of healing talent they could bond over.

She’d heard stories about how incredibly tight-knit the ANBU squads were, some to the point where new operatives quit before their thirty day probation period. Any new recruit was given one month of training and working with their new team before deciding whether they wanted their arm branded with the tattoo forever marking them as ANBU. During that time, they were to stay with their team constantly. That meant dorming down with them in the barracks, sharing meals, going on missions… she would literally be living with three complete strangers. All of them men. Greeeat.

Sakura paused and swept her gaze around the enormous main hall of the ANBU complex, her lips parting in awe at the sight of so many people wandering around. A group of people dressed in jounin gear brushed by her on their way out the door, a couple pausing to give her once-over glances as if sizing her up. She glared right back at them, daring them to make some stupid comment about her hair. The trick usually worked on the jounin and chuunin she used to be associated with, the ones who knew her reputation for punching holes through people’s chests. But the people in ANBU were an entirely different breed of ninja. It’d take a lot more than glaring to impress them, and the amused smirks the gawkers tossed back at her said just that.

Feeling very lost and more than a little overwhelmed, Sakura took the note from her pocket and read it over again. Be at the ANBU headquarters by three o’clock. Bring any equipment you wish and enough clothing for one month. Hall C, room 696. Squad meeting at four o’clock in the main atrium. Okay… first thing to do would be to find Hall C.

She gathered her courage and approached a man wearing a rat mask as he was busy adjusting his arm guards. “Excuse me,” she began, flashing him a smile she knew could charm a bartender into giving her a free drink. “Can you tell me where Hall C, room 696 is?”

“Sure,” the man replied readily, surprising her with his friendly tone. “Straight through those doors, across the courtyard and to the right. You’ll see signs pointing you to Hall C.”

“Thanks!” She turned to leave but paused as the man spoke up again.

“You’re the new member of Squad Three, right?” he asked.

“Um… yeah.”

She heard his muffled chuckle and her eyes narrowed warily. “Lucky bastards… listen, any time you wanna transfer to my Squad just lemme know. The name’s Nezumi.”

Sakura arched a brow and murmured, “Yeah, okay. Thanks.” She got the distinct impression eyes she couldn’t see were staring fixedly at her breasts.

“See you around, pink,” Nezumi called as he headed out the door.

Letting out a low breath, Sakura shook her head and walked toward the doors he’d indicated. Part of her suspected that maybe he might be playing a trick on her, like sending her to the men’s bathroom or something instead. It wouldn’t surprise her if newbie hazing took place around here. If he was messing with her… she had a codename and a rodent mask with which to find him and render him incapable of ever having children again.

However, ten minutes later had her gaping in surprise at the old, scarred door bearing a plaque reading #696 on it. Apparently, that Nezumi guy hadn’t been messing with her head at all. Sighing in relief, Sakura smiled and pushed the door open on her new living residence for the next month.

The first word that came to mind was small. Make that very small. The room was barely big enough for the four single beds lining the walls, three of them showing obvious signs of habitation. A door on the far wall, right by the bed she presumed was meant for her, led back into a bathroom that was drab save for a shower curtain sporting, of all things, little yellow ducks wearing rain gear.

What… the… hell?

Sakura stepped in and closed the door behind her, her eyes still taking in the sparse details of her new abode. At least the place was clean, which was more than she’d been expecting of living with three men. She could actually smell the pleasant scent of citrus cleaning products, which probably meant they’d cleaned up for her arrival. That was very thoughtful of them, really. Maybe this wouldn’t be too bad after all.

She dropped her bags on her bed and opened the one carrying her personal affects to pull out a bag of toiletry items and a towel. Tsunade had given her one last sparring lesson for old time’s sake before coming here, so she was covered in dust and grime. It wouldn’t do to meet her new team looking like that, now would it? Besides, a nice, hot shower would do wonders to ease her strained muscles. She pushed her bags underneath her bed as far back as they would go before heading into the bathroom and leaving it open just wide enough to prevent the minuscule mirror from fogging up.

If she was expecting a burst of hot water from the pipes, she was sadly mistaken. The water was at best lukewarm and, after letting it run for about five minutes, it apparently wasn’t getting any hotter than that. Sighing dismally, Sakura stripped her dirty clothing off and cringed as she stepped under the tepid spray. This was going to be the quickest shower of her life.

She was in and out in under ten minutes— a record for her. Sakura gasped and quickly shut off the cooling water before snaking a hand out for the towel to wrap around her shivering form. Stepping out of the tub carefully, seeing as the tiled floor didn’t have a bath mat, her brow furrowed as she peered around the small bathroom for her spare clothing. What the… Sakura groaned at the realization that in her haste to shower before meeting her new teammates she’d left her spare clothing out in the main room.

Sighing in resignation, Sakura shuffled over to the door, put her hand on the knob… and froze when she heard the other door open and close, followed by two sets of footsteps. Eyes wide, she peeked through the crack in the door at the two men who had just entered the room. Both of them were rather tall, or at least they were much taller than her. One had long dark hair pulled back in a loose ponytail while the other had pale, silvery-white hair that looked oddly… familiar. Sakura’s eyes narrowed as she spotted their masks; the dark haired man’s was a cat with fangs exposed while the other was clearly a snarling dog.

The owner of the dog masked let out a low, disapproving hum as he murmured, “She’s late. That’s not like her.” That voice… she knew it. If she didn’t know any better, she’d swear it was…

“Your influence, no doubt,” the dark haired man commented dryly as he scanned the room. Sakura sucked in a breath as those unseen eyes fixed on the bathroom. Please, don’t let them see her, not like this! She couldn’t very well stroll out there in only a towel. It’d be embarrassing.

To her relief, the cat masked man’s attention was snared by his companion, who flopped onto one of the beds with a hard grunt and creaking springs. “That’s my bed.”

The pale haired man shrugged indifferently and pulled from behind his back… an orange covered book she’d recognize anywhere! Sakura clapped a hand over her mouth as she realized that one of her new teammates was none other than her ex-teacher, Hatake Kakashi. Well, that sealed it. There was no way in hell she was leaving this bathroom until the room was cleared!

Kakashi reached up and pulled the ceramic mask from his face, setting it aside carefully before hooking his fingers into the cloth mask and letting it fall down around his neck. Sakura had to bite her lip to keep from moaning at the sight of his face. He was, without a doubt, one of the most handsome men she’d ever seen— and that was really saying something seeing as Konoha had some of the hottest shinobi in all of the major villages.

The other man stared at him for a moment before demanding, “Move.”

Arching a brow and fixing his teammate with an innocent smile (one that made Sakura’s breath catch) and said, “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were promoted to squad captain.”

“We all know you’ve perfected the art of selective idiocy, now move.”

“Now, be reasonable, Ita-kun.”

The man in the cat mask’s shoulders visibly stiffened at the affectionately drawled nickname. “I warned you; if you ever called me that again, you will wake up with a kunai where your tracheae should be.”

Kakashi merely chuckled at the threat, plopping his erotica on his chest as he fixed the other man with a rather calculating look. “You’re not normally this touchy about me being in your bed, Itachi. Are you jealous because you walked in on me and Tenzou right as we were finishing up?”

Try as she might, Sakura simply could not keep her mind from going in the gutter on that one. All her mind wanted to think about was her squad captain kissing an as yet faceless man passionately, their hands stroking and bodies rubbing…

Oh, yes. Sakura squeezed her thighs together as a thread of arousal wound between her legs. That was very, very nice to think about.

Letting out an irritated breath the other man, Itachi, removed his mask as well and sat down on the bed next to Kakashi. Sakura’s jaw dropped at the sight of yet another handsome man in her group. Jackpot! Ino was never gonna believe this! But despite how very good-looking this man was, there was also something vaguely familiar about the tilt of his eyes, the curve of his jaw, that disdainful look as Kakashi patted his head like he was a child… it wasn’t until he gave a scoffing snort that she realized exactly who he was; Uchiha Itachi, the older brother of her former childhood crush.

What… the… hell…? Being on a team with one elite genius was amazing enough, but two?! Tsunade hadn’t been kidding when she’d said she would be working with the best of the best.

“Hardly,” the older Uchiha muttered, brushing Kakashi’s hand from the top of his head disdainfully. “Tenzou is just as much a part of this team as I am.”

Kakashi smirked, his gaze lingering on Itachi’s tight jaw line for a moment… before he leaned in and kissed the other man.

Sakura’s eyes widened and heat flared to life between her legs. Oh, sweet mercy… this had to be a dream! She blinked, rubbed a fist into her eyes and opened them again. She barely managed to choke back a groan when she realized that not only was she not dreaming but that Kakashi was now plunging his tongue deep into Itachi’s mouth.

Her had was sneaking beneath the towel and between her legs before she was even aware of it. The last three years had been nothing but intensive training. There was no time for any sort of social life and she wasn’t the type to grab someone for a casual fuck. It’d been far too long since she’d last touched herself, and even longer than that since she’d been touched by someone else. She was horny, and watching two incredibly attractive, intelligent men groaning and fighting for control of the kiss was too much for her to resist.

Kakashi broke away first with a slight grimace, leaving Itachi blinking dazedly and striving for an even breath. “Ew.”

The dark haired man’s eyes narrowed. “Ew?”

“You taste like chocolate. Did you hit the candy store on your way back?” As if his repulsion for sweets needed to be further demonstrated, Kakashi swiped his tongue across his sleeve in an attempt to remove the taste from his mouth.

Growling irritably, Itachi grabbed a handful of his captain’s hair and hauled him back for another hot, demanding kiss. Sakura’s teeth sank into her lower lip as she slid her fingers between her folds, rubbing her clit in time to the play of their mouths. Her hips jerked when Kakashi’s hand cupped his subordinate’s groin, rubbing at the bulge with quick, sure movements of his palm.

Itachi gasped, head falling back and eyes glaring angrily up at the man who’d gotten him onto his back. “It’s my turn,” he demanded, hissing when the pale haired man wrapped his fingers around his cock. Sakura’s fingers slipped in the moisture slicking her folds.

Kakashi smiled, kissed Itachi’s nose like he was a puppy, and rolled off of him to start undoing his pants. “Alright, then. The lube’s in the bathroom. Make sure you use plenty of it this time, hm? I couldn’t sit down for a week.”

Smirking back, the Uchiha pushed off the bed and headed for the bathroom door… where Sakura was hiding. Sakura stifled a squeak of horror and looked around frantically for a place to hide. The shower curtain was clear, the toilet wasn’t big enough… her eyes widened and she hurried to the wall, channeling chakra into her feet…

But the door opened and she found herself hoisted over one muscled shoulder before she could even think to screech in protest.

Sakura was dumped onto the bed next to her new captain and she hastily scrambled to pull the towel around herself. Kakashi arched a brow, his charcoal grey eyes glinting with amusement and a fair amount of heat as it swept over her exposed thighs. “Itachi, when I said ‘grab the lube’, I assumed you’d bring out that flavored crap you like, not a woman.”

Itachi shrugged and began stripping his clothing off. “She’s wet,” was all he said in response, causing Sakura’s cheeks to burn and Kakashi to chuckle.

“Well, then,” the copy ninja drawled, causing Sakura to jump when she felt lips brushing along her bare shoulder. “How about it, Sakura-chan? Would you rather be in the game than on the sidelines?”

Sakura was about to shake her head automatically to decline, but then Itachi traced a single finger down her moistened slit and her body jerked off the bed with a sharp cry. “Why bother asking? She’s aroused, so it’s obvious her answer is yes,” the dark haired man persisted, rubbing his finger along her clit in slow, teasing movements. Sakura moaned and rocked hard into the delicious touches.

Kakashi’s hand flashed out and grabbed his wrist, stopping him and leaving Sakura panting for more. “Being aroused and consenting to sex are two very different things,” he insisted, his gaze hard and uncompromising.

Itachi’s eyes narrowed for a moment, as if he planned to protest, but then his gaze flickered to Sakura as he asked, “Do you want to join us?”

This… was unreal. This was completely and totally unreal. Sakura licked her lips eagerly, glancing from one man to the other. Her pussy was throbbing, the ache radiating from where Itachi was still touching her. It’d been so long… so, very, very long… and now she had the chance to have not one but two men pleasure her.

Sakura nodded her head eagerly and then everything became a blur of hands and mouths and shed clothing. Someone was kissing the inside of her thigh hotly and it wasn’t until her fingers twisted through long, soft locks that she realized it was Itachi. Course silver hair tickled her jaw as Kakashi attacked her throat with teeth and lips, his hands cupping her breasts and squeezing them until she was gasping. She cried out when Itachi’s mouth latched to her core, tongue burying into her heat and delving deep inside to taste her. His hands were on her hips, encouraging them to roll and grind against his mouth while Kakashi continued to tweak and pinch her nipples between his fingers, plunge his tongue hotly into her mouth.

She was moaning steadily now, her hands twining through their hair to encourage them for more. Sakura snaked one hand behind her and found Kakashi’s hard, thick length. The minute she curled her fingers around it and pulled, he tore his mouth away from the kiss with a sharp, hissing breath. “I forgot… how quickly you catch on,” he gasped, his hips bucking hard into her grip and his fingers tightening on her breast.

Smiling at her former sensei, Sakura kissed his lips lightly and panted, “Let me show you something I learned on my own.” With that, she channeled chakra through her body— to the hand wrapped around Kakashi’s cock and between her legs where Itachi’s fingers were thrusting inside her insistently. The one behind her cried out and bit her shoulder while the one with his face still buried against her pussy shuddered and added a third finger.

Her legs spread wider and she couldn’t stop gasping, couldn’t stop crying out as the chakra matched the throbbing ache of her sensitized nerves. It aided Itachi’s ministrations, relaxing her muscles enough for him to slip in a fourth finger, his digits flicking against her stretched entrance in such a way that she wasn’t sure if it was pleasure or pain. Itachi lifted himself from between her splayed thighs, mouth and chin glistening with her fluids and eyes shifting between burning red and intense black. “How are we doing this?” he asked, his voice low and rough around the edges. He wouldn’t ever admit it, but he’d clearly reached his limit for the foreplay.

“Um…mm… I don’t know,” Kakashi rasped, his hand closing over her wrist to stop her movements. Apparent, Itachi wasn’t the only one who was on the edge. “Sakura, how do you…?”

“Both of you,” she breathed, flexing her hips back into his to grind her rear against his cock. “I want you both.”

Itachi began sliding his slickened fingers down to her rear.

Sakura shook her head, reached down to stop his hand. “Not like that,” she instructed, smiling as his eyes widened near the corners. She slid his fingers back up to her drenched pussy, guided them inside her once again. “Like that.”

Both men froze in shock at what she was suggesting. Then, Itachi’s dark eyes flared definitely red and Kakashi moaned over her shoulder, “Are you serious?”

She nodded and sucked Itachi’s fingers between her lips, loving the choked off sounds the men made as she licked herself from his fingertips. “Very. I’ve always wanted to try this.”

It took them only a moment more of hesitation before two sets of hands lifted her up and turned her about so that she was lying down on top of Kakashi. She bit her lower lip as his penis rubbed against her slit, the thick head pushing against her clitoris so wonderfully that spots ate at her vision. He touched her cheek gently, his one-eyed gaze searching her face intently. “You’re sure about this?” he asked again.

In response, she rolled her hips hard into his and delighted in the way he grimaced in pleasure. “Yes, I am. I want to feel you both inside me, feel you climax together.”

“Sakura—,”

She kissed him silent, one of her hands trailing down his hard abdomen to grab his cock and help guide it inside her. Kakashi groaned at how stretched she already was, how her body more than accommodated for him. “Trust me, it’s okay,” she gasped against his lips as Itachi slipped curious fingers inside her as well, testing to see how prepared she was. The feel of them both, Kakashi’s length and Itachi’s elegant fingers, was so overwhelming she had to pause and remember how to breathe.

“Kakashi?” Itachi said, his tone inquiring. It was as if he were asking permission to go further.

Sakura twisted around to give him a wanting, eager look and nodded her head. “Be careful, but go ahead.”

Itachi still shot Kakashi an uncertain look, but the silver haired man had his eyes closed and was too wrapped up in the way she was grinding against him to respond. Letting out a low breath, the Uchiha heir gripped her hips with shaking fingers and very slowly began pushing the head of his cock inside her wet entrance.

Both Kakashi and Sakura cried out in unison, the other man’s eyes snapping open in shock at the feel of another hot, hard cock rubbing against his and her because that feeling of being stretched and stretched to the point where it very nearly hurt came over her. She choked back another cry and tried to force her body to relax as Itachi gave another careful thrust, chakra flooding downward to help ease the pain and loosen her clenching muscles.

“Nn… so tight,” Itachi panted, his entire body shaking with the strain to not slam himself inside her. Kakashi nodded from beneath her, his hand searching blindly for hers. Their fingers twined and strained together as the man behind her slid in that final inch.

Sakura shivered and buried her face into Kakashi’s neck as she groaned, “Oh, my god… yes!”

“You are a bigger pervert than I ever would have imagined,” Kakashi growled her ear, the sound turning into a harsh cry as she began rolling her hips cautiously against them. Itachi groaned and leaned forward to press his panting mouth between her shoulder blades.

“I… ah… I learned from the… the best,” she panted before words escaped her and all she could do was feel. Feel the hot, heavy press of two men filling her, thrusting together. She was so tight around them that every little twitch of their cock fluttered against her walls, was magnified back on the other until the three of them were moving so smoothly it was as if they did this regularly. She’d never felt so filled before, never thought being fucked by two men simultaneously would be so incredible. The pain was still there, mingling with the pleasure and urging her to move faster, try to draw them both deeper.

Both men were panting and grunting and shoving themselves in her almost desperately, their lengths rubbing and bumping inside her so that it was unclear whether her body was driving them mad or the feel of each other in that tight, warm heat. Sweat slicked and slid down their skin, mingling just as their bodies did, and when Sakura used a bit of chakra to stimulate her clit the entire world slammed away from them.

She screamed and her body clenched harshly around them. Her hips rolled and rocked and ground as she continued to scream, continued to demand they follow her over the edge. They did, Kakashi cussing between clenched teeth and Itachi letting out one ragged cry before they were spurting inside her. She came again at the feel of that hot, thick fluid shooting deeply into her, dribbling down their lengths to stain her thighs, mixing with her own slickness. Itachi collapsed on her, the movement pulling him free from her channel so that he finished releasing on her and Kakashi’s thighs.

All three of them remained tangled together, hearts pounding, hair and skin drenched with sweat with the smell of sex thick ass incense in the air. Kakashi grunted and shoved weakly at Itachi’s shoulder and the dark haired man more fell than rolled off of them. Sakura winced at the soreness between her legs and smoothed a hand through her curls in sympathy. There was only so much chakra could do, and it’d turned what would have been a very painful ache into that associated with abused muscles.

Kakashi’s long fingers combed through her hair, drew her in for a lazy kiss before he leaned across to do the same to Itachi. Sakura glanced shyly at the dark haired man over her shoulder and smiled when he traced her lips with one finger. “Had I known you were capable of that, I would have recommended you for ANBU a lot sooner,” the copy ninja joked, earning him an eye roll from Itachi and a playful slap from Sakura.

“Her chakra control will be a major benefit to our squad,” Itachi murmured, shifting away from them a little to allow air circulation between their bodies.

“How can you think of business right now?” their captain asked in exasperation, causing Sakura to giggle and kiss his shoulder.

“One of us has to,” the other man grumbled before settling back on the narrow bed with an exhausted sigh.

Sakura smiled when she heard his breathing even out and shifted closer to Kakashi, who seemed more inclined for cuddling than the Uchiha did. “Don’t get used to that sort of thing,” she warned him, causing his eye to crack open with sleepy interest.

He smiled lazily and mumbled, “Of course. It was very nice though. Tenzou isn’t going to believe this.”

“Tenzou?”

“Oh, sorry. You’d know him better as Yamato. He was supposed to be here, but he got called away to handle a mudslide in the mountains. It was only supposed to take an hour…”

Sakura sat up, disturbing Itachi into opening his eyes the barest of cracks. “You mean to say I could have had you, Itachi-san and Yamato all at once?” she demanded, torn between being outraged and shocked that the fourth member of her team was yet another good looking shinobi. Ino… was going to kill herself when she heard this! Or sign up for ANBU herself.

Kakashi’s eyes widened in shock before his gaze slid down to the area between her legs. “Okay, now we’ll definitely have to do this again. If you can take all three of us—“

“Not like that, you idiot! There’s no way that’s even possible!”

“There’s a first time for everything, isn’t there?”

Sakura rolled her eyes and flipped over on her side so that the copy ninja had her back, making sure to dig her elbow in painfully as many times as she could. “He’s more annoying now that when he was my teacher,” she complained to the other man in bed.

Itachi’s lips twitched a little as his hand settled on her hip. “Agreed.”

“Hey!”