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His hand was over her mouth. His hips were still. How odd.

He likes their screams usually. He knew he liked her cunt, wet and tight around his cock.

He likes the tremble of the muscles in her back, the dip of flesh right above the cleft of her ass. He wants her to scream, but, maybe this one… he doesn't want her fear.

He pulls his hips back, one charcoal grey eye watching his length emerge glistening, tinted pink with a touch of her blood, and wants to shove back in, wants to see his skin carry every bit of her.

But he holds still. Releases her mouth, shushing her sobs with a gentle tap against her lips and a click of his tongue. He watches her back shudder as she holds in the sound, rewards her with a gentle pat, fingers tousling pink strands.

“Good girl. Quiet for me.” His voice is a rasp, and stills even further, damn near freezing behind her. He opens his second eye, letting the spinning orb capture the tight tremble of her muscles, ingraining the beauty beneath him to remember forever.

That's it, he thinks. He wants to savor this one. She's beautiful to him in a way that makes him want to keep, where he'd normally throw away. He’ll train her, he decides, make her stronger.

The potential is there. In every line of her body straining against his control.

“Don't move. Don't speak, unless I tell you to.” He wishes he could control the sound of his excitement, stop the pant on his voice. But he's eager now, thinking of the future.

But no matter how delightful tomorrow will be, he's still hard now, still hungry. His hands snap to her hips and pull her back, his cock sliding up through her ass cheeks, dislodged from her cunt with the angle change.

“Hands up, grab the head board, and push back, but don't come up off your stomach.” His voice has dropped back to a growl, and he knows his nails are digging small crescents into her hips.

She shudders, pants, quaking beneath him with silent sobs wrenching from her chest. He gives her time to comply, grinding light and slow against her warm rear, until she presses back.

Then he lifts her hips just a nudge, drawing back from her, and slams back into her wetness with a snarl. Her face is pressed into the bed, muffling her scream as he presses himself as deep as he can and grinds down into her.

He can feel the remnants of her arousal slicking him, the effects of his genjutsu leaving her wet enough to just barely handle him.

Ah fuck. He's not gonna last tonight, but there will be others. So many more in the future. He’ll have her again. Her fear and slick heat will wet his dick, and he’ll have her moaning for him instead.

He drops her hips, jerking himself out one last time to take his length in hand, twisting his hand around himself in harsh strokes. His free hand reaches up and drags through her hair, twining strands of pink over fingerless gloves and across pale skin. The tightening of his balls has him sending a fresh stream of chakra to his eye, this time crafting a genjutsu to make her forget.

His orgasm is sharp, pulling from deep withing his body as he splashes across her back. He twists her head, staring into spring green eyes while he pants and paints her skin.

Then he drops her into the illusion, erasing his face from her memory. He rubs at his chest, feeling the hunger of his heart and knowing he can't take more, so he pest over her body, rubbing his cum deep into her skin. Satisfied she'll be sleeping in his mess as much as he'll be keeping her on his own skin he pulls his mask back up, uses a small water jutsu to gather water and begins to rinse them both off.

Redressed and clean he pulls her into his arms, nuzzling at her cheek, her neck, and then uses a quick seal to transport them back to her room. Her parents were oh so conveniently out on missions, and he spent a couple extra minutes tucking her in, one last pat and ruffle on the head.

“Good night Sakura-chan. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He laughs at himself and leaves through the window, just far enough to teleport himself home. And as he lays in bed, one hand on his cock, the other crumpling the sheets around him, he begins to think taking on a genin team won't be so bad after all.

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Most sensei met their genin on the day the Hokage made the assignments. As part of the jonin force, of course they would know some of the names, being friends of their parents, and might even have something to do with the kids themselves from parties and get-togethers between families. Especially the clan kids. And Kakashi thought at first, maybe he was getting special treatment because he was freshly unearthed from ANBU, and Hiruzen wanted him to be prepared for who he’d be training.

But as the Hokage escorted him to the homes of his 3 new charges, Kakashi thought maybe he was being tested as well. He’d refused to step onto the Uchiha grounds, there was only one resident there, and he’d been his protective shadow enough times to not need any hints for that somber boy. The second apartment, covered in ramen cups, mildew in the fridge, and rust on the windows had him once again questioning Hiruzen’s supposed affection for the boy. Sure he was the nation's biggest gag order - and there was no doubt about his support of that policy - but to be raising himself, and in such conditions. He’d be a loose cannon, no sense of respect for authority, or bonding.

The last Uchiha. The 4th hokage’s son and Jinchuriki. Those made sense. They’d be powerful, wielding the village’s most prized bloodline, and their biggest secret. With the right tutelage, they’d be nigh unstoppable, especially if they bonded to each other. Kakashi might have been a lone wolf in the shadowy leagues of ANBU, but he was also famously known for treasuring and protecting anything he called His. Once he gave his promise, it was solid.

Getting the aggravating duo of boys, a dunce and an almost prodigy, to cooperate, and tolerate each other. To grow a bond between them - Hiruzen had high expectations.

Such high expectations that he originally thought the girl a cop out. Her parents were a pair of reliable genin. Not powerful, but clever, and supportive of their daughter’s career. Academically Sakura Haruno seemed near unbeatable. She was standard at taijutsu, standard at ninjutsu, had obviously passed the henge test. Iruka had pegged the girl for genjutsu in her end of school papers, though she’d had no formal training.

And somehow most startling of all she was pink. Candy floss hair and soft green eyes. She was short, but not that short, she just seemed - small. Looking at her photos, talking with her parents, standing in her room, he found himself intrigued. Kakashi was dragging in the scent of her, the one buried beneath perfume and girly shit (and he knew he’d have to convince her to stop all that) was sweet and stuck to the roof of his mouth.

He didn’t think he’d had to practice this much control in a great long while and Hiruzen had to be aware of that. The boys were somewhat expected for his team. But this girl, she’d be trouble. Her diary had doodles of Sasuke’s name in hearts, she was an object of affection for Naruto, and something about her was making him slide his hands into his pockets so he didn’t rub them across her sheets. He wanted to carry this scent with him.

ANBU was about complete control - you had to have control of your entire self, and as a captain of your squad, in order to do well, and be a good soldier. Kakashi was a very good soldier, and an exceptional captain. But when you came back from a mission and could let go of all that control - well, there weren’t many folk in ANBU that were vanilla. Letting go of all the restraint, whatever flavor you were, most of them ran pretty feral.

And ANBU agent Hound had a dirty reputation. His authority on the battlefield was reflected when he made his sexual partners fall apart for him, rewarding them for keeping it together during missions by tearing them apart in more enjoyable ways. Hound had a level of notoriety for both the breadth of his partners and his handling of them. He’d been scolded enough times for choosing his partners before asking their permission that it had surely been whispered to the Hokage, who was one of the few leaders who could call him to heel.

The room at a glance was an immature, pastel coded shrine to frivolity and incompetence. But there were well worn books that he knew were full of techniques and operation guides that weren’t anywhere near basic knowledge. There was at least one sharpening kit, and targets in places for practice. Sewing needles and heavy duty thread were scattered on top of the dresser. Even with the burn of perfume lingering in the air, he could smell the tang of her scent. She had potential, enough to make him ache. So he shoved his hands into his pockets, slouched, and affected as much disinterest as he could, then laced it with disdain for the Hokage to judge.

Hiruzen was doing just as much observation as Kakashi, and they both knew all of this was some level of charade. Still, he thanked the Haruno’s for their time and took his leave with Kakashi on his heels. He glanced back at their faces as he went through the door, seeing their eyes tense with worry while they tried to fill the rest of their face with joviality and camaraderie; so they'd heard rumors then.

Kakashi crinkled his visible eye at them and flipped them a small wave, “I can’t wait to meet your daughter, she seems like a good fit for the team.”

And she did seem like a good fit. Dead last Uzumaki, Wanna-be prodigy Uchiha, and oddly fervent Haruno. They were all going to try so hard to impress him, he couldn’t wait.

(1 week later)

Less than a dozen jonin filed into the meeting room at the base of the Hokage tower, competent shinobi who had led teams of their peers, ready to take on students and raise the next generation. Kakashi supposed he should feel some level of camaraderie or competition with them, his students would be measured against theirs after all. But really, he only concerned himself with a pair of them. Sarutobi Asuma and Yuhi Kurenai were set to have the only other teams that might, possibly, with the right amount of training, be ready for the Chunin exams this year.
He supposed he wasn’t supposed to know that before this meeting when all the announcements were made, but he was a snoop, and unashamedly so. Peeking at scrolls over the Hokage’s shoulder was all too easy as he lazed around and tried to acclimate to a pace so much slower than ANBU.

So when the meeting was called, Kakashi decided to show up on time - early even - and plopped himself on the windowsill, one leg hanging out, orange book in hand, and his gaze droopy and unenthused. Kurenai was the first to enter, the Hokage at her side. Laughter lined their eyes before they sharpened on his shape on the sun-bright wall, and the Hokage gave him a nod while Kurenai crossed her arms to give him an assessing stare down.

“So the rumors are true, Hiruzen-sama is letting his guard dog off the leash and giving him pups.” Her tone was acidic, and Kakashi offered her a crinkled eye and chuffing laughter, waving a hand in her direction.

“I believe our esteemed Hokage is hoping fresh students will soften some of my bite Yuhi-chan. And besides,” he let a growl rumble through his chest with the next laugh, “a dog on a leash can hardly serve their entire purpose, perhaps he means to retrain me.”

She only scoffed, heels clicking sharply against the stone floor as she stomped away to take the seat against the opposite wall, legs crossed, jaw tight with her agitation. Kakashi kept his gaze on her just long enough for Hiruzen to clear his throat, drawing his eyes up to the desk. Kakashi knew what his reputation was, knew that for all his colleagues would trust him to protect the village, protect the Hokage, they’d never trust him to mind the lines drawn by rules and regulations to do so. He’d break every inane law that stopped him from doing his duty, which made him a rabid beast to the other jonin and ANBU he worked with.

A couple minutes and more bodies sidled in, and finally, with a companion he hadn’t been expecting, Asuma walked in, glancing at him from the corner of his eye and immediately turning to join Kurenai at the front of the room. Might Guy, who had a team a year older than theirs, turned the opposite way and came straight for him.

“My eternal rival! It fills my heart with joy and the passion of youth to know that finally our competition can rise above challenges man-to-man. My students and I heard the rumors of your placement as sensei and have been training in earnest to test our mettle against your own team!” Guy was loud in every way he could be - bright green jumpsuit, voice ringing off the walls, arms gesturing wildly, eyes blazing with his gumption. Kakashi liked him, admired his strength and cunning. He even admired his brutal honesty and unabashed passion for challenge.

“What’s this, training to compete against me before I even know my students? What an advantage you have taken for yourself, old friend.” Kakashi smirked at Guy’s flabbergasted expression, “Not that it will matter, I have faith in my little kohai, no matter who old Hiruzen chooses to saddle me with.”
And he found he wasn’t really worried, he’d had his taste after all, and the girl would mold nicely. The boys were strong, and he’d get them under control, as he’d trained his ninken. He found himself relishing the challenge of raising this new generation, of protecting them and showing them where to find strength. And the girl— well, he supposed Hiruzen would have to be kept in the dark for a while.

Kakshi met the old man’s gaze with a calm and bored one of his own as he read off the team assignments, barely staying in the room long enough to hear him release them to meet their teams. Kakashi dropped from the window with anticipation he tried to hide under impatience, and set off to observe his students, already eager to see his little pinkie again.

~~~

(Sakura, Same day, Earlier)

Sakura blinked groggy eyes into the mirror and pressed a hand to the dip of her stomach, feeling the internal twinge as she eyed faint crescent marks on her hips. The brain in her head was sleep addled, but she still knew that something was missing, some part of her memories, because she had spots of last night that were blank images but filled with a gut wrenching mix of emotions.

She remembered floating around the market with Ino and some other girls from class. Remembered a group of older boys teasing their group into some nonsense challenge. Remembered soft gray eyes crinkling at her with something like apology sparkling in them, and a… mole? She had to shake her head to clear up the image, but yes, she did remember a mole, right below his lip that made him somehow more approachable, and no less cute. While Ino and the others were throwing fists and firing kunai at targets, she had wandered off with the quiet boy.

Maybe if she’d been a little less sad about Sasuke’s dismissal earlier that day, she wouldn’t have let him take her hand in his and pull her through the training grounds. Maybe if she hadn’t spent the last hour sniping back at girls who wanted to make fun of her forehead and bookish attitude, she’d not have let him pull her even further into the woods, where he kissed her cheek and asked if he could kiss her for real.

But Sakura was sad, and tired, and wanted to feel a little like a competent kunoichi just for once. Surely, if someone older than her, yet still in her peerage, was interested, then she was doing okay, she was fine. So she leaned back against a tree and tilted her head up, opening her lips to his kiss with only a soft flutter of nerves in her belly.

She remembered slowing his hands down, stopping them from going under her shirt, from cupping up underneath her shorts, and then — a flash of red? Something that cut off her vision. She could feel the terror from those black out moments, and a couple flashes of silver hair and half and half eyes.
She wasn’t so naive that she didn’t know what had happened. She’d been had. That boy hadn’t picked her because he was impressed with her in any way, he’d picked her because she was innocent, naive, gullible.

Now she traced soft bruises on her skin, stretched against the pain in her muscles, and tried to shake the memory from her head. She couldn’t deal with this today - she had a sensei to meet, and hopefully impress. She’d made a dumb decision, but she was protected. The Academy may try to protect the innocence of their students, but she understood that some of the multivitamins and pills that students were required to take as part of the attendance were contraceptive in nature.

So she stepped into the shower, washed the dried remains of something sticky off her back, scrubbed at a sore scalp, and then dried off and dressed as close to work ready as she could.

A small sparrow perched on her window sill and chirped, holding a leg out with a scroll attached to it. Sakura thanked the creature, giving it a quick pat on it’s crown, and as it flew off read her orders.

“Academy room 4, 14:00 hours, present yourself with your team to your Sensei, and be prepared for anything - Good Luck Haruno Sakura, and congratulations on your placement with Team 7.” She mumbled the words out loud, and brushed a finger of the Hokage’s signature, her features lighting up for the first time that day.

She couldn’t wait!

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He knew they were children, but he hadn’t expected kids. They were all so simple; boisterous laughter, sharp female temper, brooding angst. He rubbed his hand across his face, watching Naruto lodge that eraser in the door, hiding himself behind a simple notice-me-not genjutsu. He listened to them and could only wonder if Hiruzen really thought a trio of brats would bring him to heel. Sasuke was preposterously over confident, and lacked any real sort of appreciation for a chain of command, a coddled pussy cat who had no idea of the difference in ability between himself and his prey. Naruto was loud, brash, colorful in all the wrong ways for a ninja, he’d be the one to break rank just for the sake of making a name for himself. Sakura was somehow both a balm and point of contention for the two. She’d seemed invested in attaching herself to Sasuke, but played peacekeeper between the two boys all the same, keeping them from tearing into each other.

They’d all walked past him, Sasuke there first, Naruto last, and Sakura was the only one to stop in the doorway and look behind, checking both ends of the hallway-

“Sasuke-kun, do you know who our third team mate is?” She asked the question over her shoulder, her eyes pausing just to the side of him for long enough he shifted his arm, tightening the threads of the genjutsu, and she finally turned into the room, a grunt coming from the boy inside. She had seen him. Maybe not known what she was seeing, but she’d pieced together that somebody was in the hallway, watching, and had tracked down the sloppy edges of his casting - interesting. She was so interesting.

Naruto finally barrelled down the hallway, slapping the door open and groaning and screeching at the sight of Sasuke, and then mooning over Sakura. Kakashi sighed, bracing himself for the introductions and stared befuddled at the prank Naruto put into play. Ah well, it’d give him an opening at least.

Standing from the wall as the bickering in the room lifted in volume, he dispelled the jutsu, pushed open the door, and let the eraser drop on his head. Dark eyes narrowed, blue eyes squeezed out tears of laughter, and jade green looked over his uniform, corners crinkling as she sorted through her observations. He wanted to know what she was thinking, what information she was gleaning from her cursory glance.

“My first impression - is that you’re all idiots.” He dropped the line cold, hands tucked in his pockets, shoulders curled and relaxed. He could feel the curl of his lip, knew that some of it had to show through the mask, and he closed his exposed eye in some facsimile of a wink, chastising and nonchalant in one sentence.

He watched Sasuke straighten, knew the boy realized he hadn’t heard anyone come down the hallway, and watched him begin to think on what he’d said since entering the room. Sakura’s eyes were narrowed, arms crossed, a red flush building up her neck - Angry. She had a temper, and it made his fingers curl tight in his pockets, made him slide his gaze away to the gaping blonde with a tired sigh.

Naruto was squawking, and Kakashi was tired of listening, “Well, come on then, let’s get introductions over with.”

He stepped back out of the room, did one flash step down the hallway, and began to climb up the security ladder to the roof. He heard the shoving start between the boys, and then the sharp reprimand from Sakura before he lifted himself through the hatch and made his way to the edge of the roof, leaning back and crossing his ankles to wait. Sasuke came up first, and Kakashi began to wonder if maybe Hiruzen needed help bringing a pup to heel as well, the defiance and greed in the Uchiha’s stance promised to be a problem. Naruto was next, whining at Sakura about letting Sasuke go first before she pushed him forward and got him to sit down, shut up, and listen to their Sensei. She planted herself between the two boys, a little down from Sasuke, a little up from Naruto, and met his gaze with all her determination and just a touch of anxiety.

“Well first off, tell me about yourselves.” No use sweetening up this ordeal, he just needed the pretense of having never known them, of having no inklings of their character.

“Well what do you want to know, Sensei?” and Sakura matched his tone, dry and pushy and disinterested, making his title slide past her lips with audible reprimand and distaste.

Kakashi eyed her, arms around her knees, curled up and positioned so much like a child, but her eyes dark with temper. He rolled around words in his head and let himself grin as he answered, “Your likes, dislikes, your future dream, hobbies, things like that.” He watched her stiffen, watched her lips press together and imagined she wanted to curl her upper lip at him instead when he implied such a thing should have been obvious.

“Hey before that you should tell us about yourself!” Naruto was an intrusion, one that Kakashi was begrudgingly grateful for, he shouldn’t be picking at a single one of them like this, or the game would be too obvious from the start.

“Me? My name is Kakashi Hatake. I don’t feel like telling you guys about my likes and dislikes. I’ve never really thought about my future dream…” He closed his eye with a grin as he pretended to ponder, “As for my hobbies, I have many.” Disingenuous, innuendo, obfuscation, he tried to layer it all into his words and just smiled at them.

“In the end, isn’t all we know his name?” Sakura muttered to the boys, and he could see Naruto about to start yelling in agreement, so he pointed at him lazily and gave him something to be loud about.

“Next would be you guys, you first blondie.”

“My name’s Naruto Uzumaki! I like cup ramen, but what I like even more is the ramen from Ichiraku that Iruka Sensei treats me to. What I dislike are the three minutes of waiting after pouring hot water into instant ramen. My hobby is - eating and comparing ramen! And my future dream is to surpass the Hokage, so I can get the entire village to acknowledge my existence, Believe It!”

Kakashi once again questioned Hiruzen’s care of the child - his Hokage certainly pantomimed caring, but the boy lacked so much of what made up a young ninja’s childhood. Minato-sensei had wanted the boy to be loved and cared for. Not a dirty secret - and yet Hiruzen seemed content to let the boy become a dreg in the shadows. A problem for another day, he cut his eyes to pink hair and sharp green eyes.

“Okay, now you girl.” Kakashi let his lips curl around the pronoun, let it suffuse a layer of venom and tart censure, watched her eyes tighten and heat rise in her cheeks.

“I’m Sakura Haruno. What I like are books, and my goals” She turned softening eyes towards Sasuke, then back to her toes, fingers curling tight and tighter around her legs, “Well, I have some goals.”

“And? What about your dislikes?” Kakashi prodded.

“Naruto.” It was short, purred, and sassy. Naruto squawked, Sasuke smirked, and Sakura laughed.

Kakashi found himself chuckling along, contemplating her admissions ‘Not much, but girls her age are probably more concerned with love than the ninja arts. I wonder what has happened since Hiruzen took me to her home - she was clearly infatuated with the Uchiha just days ago. What happened to cool her off so quickly?’

Kakashi rolled his neck, shaking the thoughts from his head, and pointed to Sasuke “And last, go ahead.”

“My name is Sasuke Uchiha. I have lots of dislikes, but no likes in particular. And I don’t feel like summing up my ambition as just a dream, but I do have Ambition. The ambition to restore my clan and without fail to kill a certain man.”

Silence settled between all of them and it took an embarrassing amount of restraint to keep from snorting at the angsty reply. Still, Kakashi eyed the young boy and considered his desperation. He would be the wild card, he knew. Too power hungry, too greedy. Too self-absorbed.

“Alright, good! The three of you are very distinctive and interesting. We’ll have a mission tomorrow.” Kakashi brought his hands together, rubbing gloved palms against one another and stood in an indolent stretch, prepared to dismiss.

“Yes, Sir! What kind of mission?” Always eager, Naruto of course asked before Kakashi even had a chance to give the details.

“First, we’ll do what we can do with just four people.” Kakashi held up the appropriate number of fingers, “A survival exercise!”

“Why are we doing an exercise, when you just called it a mission? We’ve had more than our share of exercises in the Academy” Sakura was quick to point out.

“Because it is no simple academy exercise.” Kakashi said nothing more, eyeing the three of them, waiting to see who would break first.

“Then - then what kind of exercise is it?” Blue eyes were somehow both wide with eagerness and narrowed with suspicion.

Kakashi laughed then, realizing what he knew that they didn’t know. What Iruka had failed to tell them as students. He could sympathize with the teacher - students eager to promote would behave and absorb so much better. If they were discouraged so early they’d never turn out the numbers they needed to fill all the pieces of the fighting force that were needed.

“Hey, what’s so funny, Sensei?” She was perplexed, her posture relaxing as he caught them off guard with the laugh.

“Uh, well, if I tell you, I know you’ll grow disenchanted. But-” and he took a step closer, crouching down to meet them on eye level, “of the twenty-seven academy graduates, only nine will be recognized as junior ninjas. The remaining eighteen will be sent back to the Academy. In other words, this exercise is a very difficult test with at minimum a sixty-sex percent failure rate.”

“Wh-Tha-What?! That’s so cruel, then what was the graduation test even for?” an entirely expected shout from Naruto.

“Oh that? It was just to select those who have the correct amount of potential to move upward.” He stood again, dusting off the tops of his pants like they had something on top, “Well that’s the way it is anyhow. I’ll be determining whether you pass or fail, so bring your full set of ninja tools and we’ll meet again at five in the morning, training ground 3.”

He watched their faces, stern acceptance from the Uchiha, fervor from Uzumaki, and from the pinkie - tepid skepticism. Ah, but Haruno could see at least some of the game that was afoot, and was trying to find what she was missing. It was tempting to drop a hint, or a misdirection and see if she took the bait. But—

“Okay, you’re dismissed.” He let a little dark intent slip out, caressed them with a brush of dangerous aura, watched them all react to it with small flinches and tensing muscle, “Oh, and you’d best skip breakfast or you’ll be throwing up before we’re done.” He waggled his hand in some semblance of a wave, turned, and then flash-stepped away.

He was ready to play the next part of his game.

~~~

An hour later he'd watched Sasuke move to another training ground to practice kata, watched Naruto hunt down Iruka and drag him to the ramen stall, and then backtracked to trace the steps of his pinkie.

She’d stopped at a couple vendors - leaving blades to be sharpened, a new pouch was wrapped around her thigh, and she was busy chatting to a kunoichi selling mesh armor when another group of peers wandered into the market. Ino Yamanaka was a beacon in the group of sycophants, genin and academy girls trying to ride the coattails of a clan heiress. Green eyes slid over the group, lingering on the blonde long enough to be caught in observation. His girl turned away, back to the shop owner, but the group began marching across the square, Ino honing in on a rival. Kakashi admired the straight back of Sakura, who undoubtedly could hear the giggling girls getting closer, purred at the sight of her calmly talking over choices with the tailor, even as pointed remarks were made behind her, sharp smiles and teeth snapping at her while she blithely ignored them.

When she did turn around, her gaze was only on the group of girls for a moment before catching sight of him behind them, and he wanted to laugh at the way her gaze narrowed on him. He waved, leaned back against the wall of the food stand behind him, where he’d expected she’d head next for her usual stick of dango. Ino stepped to the front of the pack, arms crossed, and he watched Sakura’s eyes flash to the other girl's chest and her lips part with something that shaped them into a snarky slant, the crowd hissed, but he watched the tailor nod in appreciation and wave a dismissing hand at the group. They dispersed, Ino and Sakura hissing a few retorts at each other, and by the time Pinkie made it over to him he had a stick of tricolor dango in hand, turning around just as she stomped up behind him.

“You know, a well known sweet tooth can’t be good for curating the image of a bad-ass kunoichi.” He held out the offered stick to her, meeting her gaze near dead on in his shortened stature. Once again in disguise, he smirked at her, let himself be amused by her glance over his form.

“You threw me in a genjutsu like it was nothing and are obviously hiding who you really are under a henge, so I don’t think I have much chance of appearing like a bad-ass to you, whoever you may be.” The words were delivered sharp, and the burn of her anger was nearly a balm to the shiver of shock that rippled under his skin.

“A henge?”

“You have a mole - whoever you are. And are much taller. That much slipped through, though you did quite a good job of erasing anything that might have been worth remembering,” she pulled a ball off of the stick, chewing it slowly and he just tilted his head to watch her, “Still, I suppose as far as first times go, I should say thank-you for not making things awful.”

He hummed, watching her eat her dango, enjoying the sight of her lips working the dough, and thought about what had slipped through. Amazing. Simply amazing. Even with no training, her brain had managed to grab onto things. She could be dangerous, and it made his palms itch, so he shoved them back into his pockets, regarding her.

“Do you want an apology? I’d be tempted to offer you one, because you do impress me.” It was a genuine offer, not that he felt bad for taking her, but for taking the memories from her. It was a necessity, he couldn’t very well end the game before it had a chance to be played out after all, but he would apologize if she asked for it.

But she was shaking her head, “No, but you can do a favor for me,” she wiped her finger across her lips, catching the last of the syrupy glaze, and cleaned it off on the napkin he offered, “I’ve got a test tomorrow - I guess to prove if I’m actually really ready to be a genin or not. Since I’m assuming you’ve passed that rank - I want tips. What is my Sensei going to be testing, watching for?”

Clever girl. She didn’t share her sensei’s name, she didn’t ask for tools, or for any specific clues. He leaned into her, brushing his nose over her hair and let himself take a deep breath of her scent, watching her stiffen beneath the action, and then lean back to meet his gaze, “And - and you can tell me why you picked me out of that crowd of girls yesterday.”

He lifted his hands from his pockets, pulling strands of her hair between his fingers and hummed. He was genuine in his apology, so he couldn’t weasel out of giving her something in return for what he took from her, but she was so tempting, “Make out with me again,” he whispered into her temple, “this time I’ll behave, and answer your questions.”

She stepped back from him, gathering her hair and pulling it out of his hands. She regarded him, then looked around the square, finding Ino’s figure across the way, and he watched her think through the options, watched her pull her lower lip under her teeth and return her look to him. Considering.

“Deal, but only if you have any idea how we can make that blonde girl over there jealous before we leave - without,” she stressed the word with a jab of her finger into his chest, “making me lose my reputation.”

“I can work with that.” He wrapped an arm around her waist, dragging her into his body, and for a moment wished he could feel her against his real size again. Wanted her small beneath him, secure in his grasp, but alas, another time. For now he slid a finger down the curve of her nose, tapping the tip of it, then brought their hands together. “Make seals with me - I’ll guide your chakra. Snake… Bird… Dragon.” He watched her fingers meet his with precise and clean movements, felt the shiver that pulled through her body when he coaxed her chakra out to play with his, and then grinned as a draft of air circled them with a sudden appearance of sakura petals. Part genjutsu, part real creation, it was a showy thing usually done to distract an enemy while they figured out what was real and fake. For today, it worked to make Sakura’s face glow in delight, and Ino scowl across the way while the crowd oo’ed and ah’ed at the spectacle.

He grinned at them all and bowed with Sakura before pulling her in once more, “time to go Little Petal,” and did a one hand sign to transport out of the square.

~~~

Sakura was all soft curves and jittery muscle as he leaned back against the tree and pulled her over his lap. He cupped one hand behind her neck, fingers twisting against strands of her hair to pull her face up, the other ran down her arm, grabbing her hand to bring it up to mimic him. When he leaned in to breathe against her lips she tightened her fingers and whispered against him, “Talk first.”

He pulled against the hold in his hair, slow, feeling her grip tighten and hold him back as she leaned just far enough away to keep him from initiating. He eyed her, letting his features lose their animation and considered. If he gave her this inch, would it hurt later or would she concede more to him for the act of kindness?

“Konoha always sends out groups of 3 or more, besides in elite units. Teamwork is going to be the key factor that is judged.” He surged quickly when her hand relaxed and nipped at her lips, pulling her pout between his teeth and chuckling at her gasp. Kami above, she was sweet, with remnants of sugar on her lips and breath. Her chest heaved and he curved a hand over her hip, down her thigh and pressed her down into his lap, shifting her into the motion of rocking against him and pulled back to watch her find the rhythm.

He contemplated the shape of her brows, watching them scrunch together in thought, obviously trying to keep her head out of what was occurring between their bodies. So he leaned back in, swiping his tongue across her lips and then pressing in between, coaxing her into playing with him - sloppy and deep, he pressed her lips open with his own until he could trace her teeth, felt the accumulation of their spit spill from the sides of her mouth, and when he brought his hand around to grasp her face, squeezing her jaw to open her wider she finally whimpered for him and he relented.

Beautiful Little Petal. Face red, eyes glassy and watery, barely focused on him. He wanted, he wanted, hewanted, heneeded… “Stick your tongue out Petal.”

Her eyes unclouded a touch and when her jaw began to close he tightened his grip, tsking at her, keeping her mouth open. Her tongue folded in her mouth, flicked behind her teeth, and she stumbled over forming words,“You said you would behave.” They were a mess of sound, no consonants, vowels stretched and he watched her tongue through each piece, enjoying how she struggled in even this way against him. “Answer other question.”

“You want to know why you?” She just blinked at him, hands dropping to his shoulders, his chest, twisting the fabric of his shirt into her fingers.

“You won’t understand the answer, and I don’t feel like explaining myself yet.” He pulled her back into his face, biting at her lips with sharp little pulls, “Do you still want to know?”

“Yes.”

“You were given to me, of course, it wasn’t intended to be that way, but you intrigued me. And I don’t have much of a mind left to restrain myself from my curiosity.” He tapped a finger against her jaw and let a hungry grin curl his lips as he repeated himself, “Now - Stick your tongue out Petal.”

He kept his fingers pressed into her cheeks, her mouth open, jaw flexing against his palm while she rolled her tongue in her mouth, and then slowly extended it, the muscle wet with saliva she couldn’t swallow. He brought up his other hand, releasing her hip, tapping her nose with a chuckle and then rubbing across her tongue.

“I like this look on you - you’re curious aren’t you? Wanting to know what I’m doing, what I’m getting out of this, what this does for me. Or are you curious for yourself little Petal? Want to learn something new, want to fill up that pretty little head with more information?” He released her jaw, slid two fingers over her tongue, deep into her mouth, groaning when her lips closed around his digits and she gagged at the press into her throat. “That’s it - choke on me, let me decide when you swallow…” digits wrapped around her throat, cupping, massaging, and tightening, “let me tell you when you get to breathe.”

Her eyes were watering, wet tracks running over her cheeks as he pushed his fingers between her lips, chin wet with her drool as he fucked into her. “You’re such a mess right now - a beautiful,” he leaned back in to lick at her face, tasting her tears, “fucking,” biting at her chin, “mess,” and finally releasing her throat so she could gasp in a breath, choking as he dipped his fingers deeper, feeling her throat convulse around them.

But Sakura seemed to have had enough and was grabbing at his wrist, pulling him from her mouth, pinning his hand down to his thigh before stumbling back from him. He watched her chest heave, stuttering breaths shaking her lips while her hands curled into fists. Jade green eyes flicked over him with annoyance and desire and he parted his own lips to lap at his fingers, shuddering under her visual dissection.

“I did something extra for you - do me a favor as well.” Her voice was raspy, and he eyed her throat as she tried to swallow around the feeling of his invasion, wanted to make it worse, wanted to make her feel rearranged—
“What do you want?” He asked, straightening against the tree. She was hungry for what he was feeding her, curiouser and curiouser, but still held onto her composure. Dared to make demands of him, and the tightness of his pants let him know how much he liked the attitude.

“I want to watch you get off. Touch yourself.”

He stilled, reassessing her. Bold girl or naive girl? A tilt of his head, slide of his eyes, catching the curl of her toes in her boots, the shake of her hands at her sides. He sighed, letting his eyes fall closed as he leaned his head back against the tree. He wanted her to watch him, the thought was alluring, gripped at his insides with sharp claws and dug deep. But he was a glutton for punishment so he stood, reached out for her at too fast to see speeds and gripped her face again - this time covering her mouth, smothering the yelp that pushed past her lips.

Kakashi pressed his lips to her temple, dragged a rough tongue across her brow, and hummed into her hair, “Pass your test tomorrow, and the next time we meet we can play more. All the bargains I’m willing to make for today have been made.” He turned her face up, sliding his hand under her jaw and licked at her lips, nipping until she puckered for him, slipped her tongue out to meet his, slid their twisting tongues into his mouth and shivered.

He stepped back, patted her cheek while a chuckle rasped past his lips, “Go home Sakura. Rest and get ready for tomorrow, and,” he didn’t let himself rationalize the warning, “no matter what your instructor said - eat some breakfast. Being weak won’t help your team.”

He pushed his hands into his pockets and watched her swim up from the fog he’d created. So fast, she shook her head, cleared her eyes and narrowed them at him, and damn this clever girl, but he craved putting that fog back in her gaze just to watch her climb out of it again. Her toes turned towards him and he frowned at her. “Petal, don’t make me take you home, be a good girl and go.”

Her lip curled, and he measured it as distaste, not anger, “You’re going to fuck someone else, aren’t you?”

Before he could respond she was shrugging and turning, shoulders dropping as she shook out her hands at her side, “Good night stranger. Have fun.” Her steps quickened into a jog and she slipped through a strand of trees, cutting through the thicker part of the training field and back into town.

Delightful girl. The Uchiha should have paid more attention, the little thing was adorably obsessive and so untrained that her skills were going unnoticed. He didn’t want to think about that now though, she was right, he wanted to fuck away what she’d made him feel, and he knew Tenzou wouldn’t mind a visit.

He really couldn’t wait for tomorrow.

Chapter Text

She was just barely a teenager, she knew she should be running around sneaking glances at crushes and fumbling over confessions. A week ago, she’d been doodling her name with Sasuke’s in a frilly notebook, had a 5 year plan for making him fall in love with her so they could pop out babies and make a family of their own, he’d be a jonin, she’d be a chunin, and they’d raise tender, happy, little children and he’d be happy.

He would be happy, but she’d found that maybe she wouldn’t be. She’d spent 3 years in the Academy, the first year a social outcast until Ino came into her life, the next she was like a stray cat following the blonde around trying to feel half as competent, half as collected. And last year, they’d had their first fight when Sasuke noticed her for the first time, and she let Ino know that she wasn’t willing to be her shadow anymore, and that she had as much right to pursue her crush as the clan heiress. She had tried, everyday, to get Sasuke’s attention back on her, to pull another compliment from him, to get him to just acknowledge her. But he wouldn’t. And Ino was a selfish pig who didn’t want the competition, no matter how unsuccessful her own attempts at capturing the brooding boy's attention were.

So Sakura found herself stomping home after yet another too scandalous makeout session, confused and aggravated and flustered. She’d chased after Sasuke, quietly and loudly, for years. Her entire class knew of her rivalry with Ino for the boy's affection. Many considered it her most outstanding personality trait; the ability to take his cold shoulder with a stiff spine and bright smile. But she was tired of it, so damn tired of it. And maybe she could finally admit to herself that her infatuation with the Uchiha was less about her interest in him, and more about wanting respect from her peers. If she could have the attention of the boy everyone admired, then she’d be worth admiring as well.

Sasuke wasn’t interested, even when she’d invited him to spar after school, and had managed to hold her own against him far longer than any of their other classmates, he’d still pinned her, and then dismissed her like she’d done nothing interesting at all. She’d shouted at him, begged him to just talk to her, to tell her what she needed to do so he’d notice her.

“I’ll never notice you. You’re not an Uchiha.” His words were a sliver of cold ice slicing through her throat, choking her words, stealing her breath.

She’d put everything she had into getting stronger to get his attention, to earn his respect. She felt like a fool, and she was too proud to linger in that feeling. The next day that boy had pulled her aside, and she’d decided that starting something new as she let go of Sasuke might be a good idea. She knew Ino had been starting to get more physical with some of the classmates, had watched some of their peerage disappear around corners to steal kisses, and thought maybe it was time to catch up.

She hadn’t expected whatever was happening with a guy who’s name she didn’t even know, who was hiding his identity from her, and was too obviously pleased to be taking advantage of her naivete. But she was enjoying it. Stupidly, brazenly, absurdly, enjoying the attention. She was a normal teen, curious about the why behind the sex-ed courses she’d gone through. She knew there was pleasure to be had in the act, knew that there was an entire section of the ninja arts that used seduction and intercourse as a way to get information or reach targets. She’d been taught the basics of how sex worked in class, had found books that explained the pleasure aspect in dry textbook format, by way of the organs involved. But she’d been too reserved to test the ideas on her own, and was daunted by the prospect of approaching a peer who might be just as clueless as she was.

A moderately older boy with sharp eyes and bold hands had seemed a good pick to her young mind. He’d been too good though, taking from her and leaving no memories that she could learn from, only tired muscles and more curiosity. The second time (she couldn’t even bring herself to call it a kiss, it was so much more that she couldn’t find the word to describe it) was too fast, too much, tangled up in her trying to gain some advantage for the next day. She swallowed, still feeling the press of his fingers in her throat, and tried to make sense of what that did for him. She knew it aroused him, felt the evidence in the press of his hard on between her thighs. But she didn’t understand, could only think of the act in terms too rigid, could only surmise that the friction from the grinding, the wet of her lips mimicking, made him respond.

So she’d asked him, wanted to watch him please himself. She wanted to see what pleasure looked like, wanted to understand what felt good to the opposite sex. And because she’d been frightened by his words, that she’d been given to him in some way. That she was His somehow. She didn’t want to be owned anymore, didn’t want to be someone else’s shadow - the way she’d tucked herself behind Ino, and Sasuke. She wanted to take something for herself, and he’d denied her tonight. She knew she was acting childish, throwing a tantrum like some toddler who’d been told that play time was over. But she was burning between her legs, could feel the moisture that collected there and was aggravated by her response.

He’d go off, fuck someone with the experience he actually wanted, and be back to string her along another day. Fuck. She stopped, apologizing briefly to the group who stumbled into her at the abrupt decision. It was a dirty word. He’d grated it into her ear when he made a mess of her face with his fingers and she couldn’t deny she liked the power of owning that word. She twisted her fingers together, gripping her own hands so tight her knuckles whitened, and glanced around, finding herself alone now. She grinned slowly, wrapping her lips first silently around the word and then staring hard at a wall as she let it pass her lips out loud, “Fuck.”

She giggled, clasping her hands over her mouth, and nearly burst into a run, feeling the energy of the word zing through what felt like her very cells, stealing her breath at the dirtiness of the sound out loud.

“I want to fuck someone.” The words were solid, a joy to say aloud, made her feel in control, made her feel mature in a way she knew she wasn’t. The boldness left her in sharp exhalation when breath ghosted across the back of her neck, a hand covered her eyes and a scream left her throat at the sudden contact in the empty lane. She was shoved up against a wall, hand between her shoulder blades. “No, little Petal, you want to fuck me.”

Petal, it was him. But he was the wrong size again, his reach coming from too high up, his frame bulkier behind her, his voice a touch deeper. His hand was large enough to cover her eyes easily, and she quaked when that grip tightened, his breath deepening to a growl as his teeth caught her ear. “I said you were given to me. You are mine, and I’m not sharing you little girl, not until I’m ready to. But I can sympathize, I’m going to bury my cock in a different man, have him moan and scream for me while wishing it was your body, your throat, yielding to me.” His teeth were sharp, pulling at her ear, then his tongue was sliding down her neck, a slimy slug of unwanted friction that had her shivering and squirming in his grasp. “But if you want to come - beg me to help you, or take care of it yourself.” She heard the clasp on her thigh holster open, felt new weight added to her pouch, and his lips pressing more gently to her shoulder, “Study this, and next time we can practice together.”

He swiped across her skin once more with his tongue, and she tried to hold in the squirming at the sensation, but he chuckled and gave her a pat on the head, mussing her hair, “Go rest Petal, you’ll have a long day tomorrow.” His weight was gone almost before his last words and by the time she could lift herself off the wall the lane was empty again. She wondered at his ability to orchestrate these moments of solitude for them, the privacy he created to overwhelm her. Then she dug into her pouch, pulling out the small notebook he’d put in, opening it with eager hands and then blushing and shoving it back in immediately.

It was… pictures. Intimate pictures of female genitalia and fingers and objects. She turned with a snap, orienting herself, and took herself home in a march, avoiding everyone’s eyes and tucked tightly into herself. She felt more dirty with the lewd book in her pocket than she had when she’d walked away from making out on the ground in the woods. She picked up her newly sharpened blades, made an appointment to fit some mesh armor, grabbed tempura to take home for dinner since her parents were out on missions, and finally settled herself at home in the comfort of her bedroom, making a list of what she needed to prepare for the next day.

She emptied her holster, shoving the notebook up underneath her pillow and firmly banished thoughts of boys and kissing and sex, fucking, from her mind to prepare for the next day. She repacked her holster, tried on the new outfit she’d bought to celebrate her promotion, and pulled out her study guides, reading over her notes for the different training grounds she’d had a chance to explore. When her brain felt as crammed full of ideas and knowledge as she could make it, she made herself busy in the kitchen, prepping her breakfast and lunch boxes, quizzing herself over anything and everything she could think of.

Bedtime came eventually and she traded her kunoichi outfit for a thin sleeping camisole and just her underwear. She stared at the bed, specifically the rumpled corner of her pillow and chewed at her lips. She needed to rest, but she was still curious. She crawled onto her bed, as tentative as if she was trying to avoid spooking a spider or snake hidden in her covers and tugged the small notebook free, setting it, closed, in her lap to consider.
It was a dark green cover with gold foil letters, not even a half inch thick, a simple hand sewn binding. It didn’t look like a formally published book, more like a zine passed around by the civilians, or something an amateur would put together for discretion's sake.

Autoerotic Stimulation: A Beginner’s Introduction

Well, that was straightforward enough. How to masturbate. She’d flipped nearly to the center earlier, but this time opened to the first page, bending over as if trying to hide the details from an all-seeing eye.

Erotic stimulation is a joy that can be shared with a partner, in groups, or by oneself. In all instances, the more a person knows their own body, the better they can traverse their own path to pleasure. For some, this book will help guide them through the exploration of their physical desires and quirks, what touch they may prefer, or detest, and for others this book may help with the creation of fantasies to aid in connecting the mental to the physical, making that perfect bridge towards gratification. For the journeyman or connoisseur of masturbation and its associated activities, this should provide intriguing segues and safety guides for more adventurous play.

The index is your friend, and may you find your pleasure empowering.
~Sage

Sakura stretched out, propped the book against her pillows, and flipped to the first page while studying her clock. She had some time - she could study. The first pages were surprisingly technical, diagrams of anatomy with dry annotations, a list of terms that would be used in the book, another reference to the index at the back. By the time she made it to the first chapter she was committed to enjoying this endeavor.

Chapter 1 - The First Step

An orgasm, the goal of this book, is the perfect collision of mental and physical pleasures. One can pet their privates for hours or days and find no release they may achieve satisfying if they do not also immerse themselves in an idea of what their pleasure is ascribing to. Thus, we begin with crafting the scenery.

Do you wish to pose in front of a mirror and own your power as you watch yourself writhe? Perhaps you have a peer who puts some flame in your veins and you want to envision them on their knees for you. Maybe a teacher to put you over their knee. No fantasy is incorrect, no scenario invalid, no connection of events improbable. What you desire is the key to finding pleasure at your own hands. Own your fantasies, and you will own your Orgasm.

The first step can only be building your fantasy and letting yourself fall into it. Imagine the words spoken, say them aloud, let yourself be pure or a slut, embrace your eagerness with thrusting fingers or shyly explore the folds between your legs. Let your mind sink into the vision you create as you wrap fingers around hard flesh and tug, embrace your moans and whimpers and hisses. Once you have the fantasy, turn the page.

Sakura considered, one hand on the page, curious to turn it, but also strangely wanting to obey. A fantasy? She thought of brown hair and cold brown eyes, hands heavy on her skin, the scent of forest around her. Maybe… her stranger. He was without a doubt hot, and knew what he was doing. And he was hiding something from her. His age for sure. But it did tempt her - that she didn’t know anything about him, that he was so obviously more skilled than her.

She thought of his grip on her face, the way his fingers clenched at her neck, the way those same digits had felt shoved into her throat. She thought of how she made him hard, enough to grind against, enough to ride. Flashes pulled at her mind, a mole at the corner of his lower lip, eyes two different colors, a silver and red blur from an older memory. She clutched at her shirt as she let the fear, trepidation, entice her. Then she turned the page. Two pages, one labeled ladies, the other gents, she ignored the other side for now and read her own guide.

The notion may be to rush straight to that hungry spot between your legs, but an orgasm is not built from shallow, rapid, ministrations, instead begin by feeling your body. Caress your face with your fingertips, press into your shoulders, caress your breasts. Rub the soft spot at the bend of your elbow and even a soft tickle can help build the experience closer to full satisfaction. A woman’s waist, hips, even the bend of the knee, are all sensitive and deserve attention. Masturbation is indulgence, not just release. Feel yourself, find your pleasure in the entire journey, not just the home stretch. Remember your fantasy, touch yourself as you would have a partner touch you, let your hands press where you want to be held or kissed or grabbed.

Sakura rolled to her back, holding the book above her face while tracing her fingertips along her cheekbones, her ears, down her neck. She flattened her hand against her collarbone, letting her nails scratch so softly into her skin and then run up her throat the way her stranger had, fingers gripping at the sides of her throat, her hands were a little too small, lacked the strength of his grip, but she could feel her pulse speeding. She felt like her veins were heavy, her blood chugging through her body in a heavy rhythm. She dropped the book to her stomach, bringing her hand to her breasts with a quiet gasp, fingers just barely grazing the tops of her modest mounds, tracing slowly to her nipple, brushing back and forth with feather-like softness. Sakura thought of his tongue on her, how it would feel to have his hot mouth here, on this sensitive part of her body. She remembered the way his teeth had scraped her ear, nipped at her lips and pinched her nipple, tweaking it, and let herself moan when a pulse shot from her chest to between her legs. Using both hands now she pulled down her top, freeing her breasts and squeezing them, pulling her nipples with sharp tweaks and twists.

She felt the book slide up against her hands when her hips rocked up, pressing down towards something (and knew, she really knew what that something was, remembered grinding down into her stranger’s lap) she didn’t fully understand. Releasing one breast she flipped over, and lifted to her knees, sitting back on her heels, picking up where she left off while her other hand continued to caress and explore the soft skin of her own body.

The desire for your orgasm should be a hunger that sits low in your belly, and burns like low banked coals. When the need to come feels like a weight in between your legs, like something equally hollow and dense, then you may finally reach that delightful spot and let yourself luxuriate in the touch. Trace your labia, your mons, your thighs even. Spread yourself. For first timers, a mirror may be helpful, so you may see what your fingers touch, and this humble author would recommend kneeling, to keep yourself open and available. Using the diagrams at the start of this book, explore yourself, circle and strum your clit, feel the inside passage of your vagina with gently curved fingers, let your natural wetness coat your palm and fingers, embrace the musk and taste your dew to appreciate your femininity. Straddle your mirror to learn your unique anatomy and become comfortable with where your pleasure comes from.

Should you feel adventurous, a pillow or stuffed friend may be useful. Simply straddle and squirm until you find the friction that sparks your toes into curling or catches your breath and then ride.

Keep your fantasy in mind, your thoughts free, and explore, and your Orgasm will find you. Some may experience their big-O as an explosion, some as a wave that rolls through them, and some even as a body wide shiver of sorts. In general, it should be building and accumulation of tension and a release of all of that which builds up, leaving the masturbator in a languid, relaxed state.

Sakura tossed the book down, heat high up her cheeks, and she felt like she couldn’t breathe. Her hand had been following the book, was dipping between her legs, tracing at her privates, not dipping into her folds, not so bold as all that, but she looked down her body to see pink lines of soft scratches on her stomach, across her hips. She was shaking, lip pulled under her teeth, breathing heavily as she thought about the text, thought about her missing memories, and her strange almost-maybe-once-lover. She thought of his large build behind her back as he pushed her into the wall, of the marks she had on her hips last week, of the way he shoved fingers down her throat.

She glanced down at the cover of the book then reached above her bed, taking down a small mirror she sometimes used for makeup, when she made time for such things. She slipped it between her legs, staring down into it as she slipped her underwear off and finally spread herself. She was moist down there, could see the build up on her labia, saw the little bump of her clit peeking out from its hood. She laughed a little hysterically as she reached towards it, swirling one single fingertip around it, not quite believing what she was doing until the pleasure zinged up her spine. One little touch had her toes curling and she widened her eyes, pressing a touch harder, whimpering when her hips lurched, her body dropping from her upright kneel, chasing that friction. She thought of the diagrams she had seen when she first flipped open the book and reached further back, pushing a fingertip against the entrance to her vagina, collecting moisture against it, then pushing her digit into her body. It was a strange sensation, like it fit into her body, but there was some level of resistance as well and she twisted her finger slowly, another low whimper catching in her throat as she grazed her clit with her palm in the action.

Sakura froze for a moment, brows scrunching, her body shaking as she tried to make sense of how to angle her body, how to continue feeding what felt like a monster under her own skin. She removed her fingers from herself, brought them to her nose, sniffed and curled her lip a little. It was… something. She flicked her tongue out, lapping up some of the liquid. It wasn’t very good at all, tasted a little salty, but she still popped the digit into her mouth and sucked it clean, then reached back to her clit. This she knew she liked, could feel the pressure the book spoke of settling in her stomach and spine. She circled her clit with one finger and then two, changed the pressure from light to heavy as her body rocked down into her digits. She was a panting mess, could feel the flush on her cheeks, down her neck, could see the tops of her breasts were flushed. She returned touch to her breasts, tweaking her nipples back and forth and found herself squeaking as her body rocked harder into her lower hand, and she scrunched her face up, groaning, and then, “Fuck, fuck– good. It’s good… I don’t know… fuck!” She thought of her stranger calling her a beautiful fucking mess and all of a sudden collapsed forward, her hand ripping away from her clit as she screamed out, feeling all of the tension built up at the base of her spine suddenly rocket upwards. It felt like all that pressure collapsed her lungs, snapped her legs together and brought her hand into a tight grip on her breast. As quickly as she had tensed up she just as quickly went weightless, her body going slack. It felt like her entire nervous system went on standby, a buzzing white noise filling the space between her ears while she tried to relearn how to breathe.

‘Oh. Oh my god. Is that even safe? I can barely move - I feel like I’m a ton, or that I’m being sat on. But I’m so limp, so light. Wild. This is wild. Madness.’

Sakura laughed, slowly kicking herself onto her back and throwing her arms out. She almost swore she could see the steam coming off of her body, and widened her eyes at how hard her chest was rising and falling.

She glanced at the clock and nearly screeched, “Fuck! I didn’t realize- it’s so late!” She pushed her body up, righting her clothes, grabbing the damnable book and tossing it into her desk, pushing it far back into a drawer, behind pens and tools and clutter to keep it hidden. She double checked the alarm clock was set and huffed as she settled in under her covers. She turned off her light and took a deep breath. She was still shaking, could feel the pulse in her core, and began to recite the forms of her kata in her head. Some girls counted sheep to get to sleep - Sakura studied. To each their own.

~~~

The sun wasn’t even up at five in the morning, a bare wisp of light coated the horizon, and she thought that might have been silvery fog, not the cracking of the dawn. She’d woken, feeling surprisingly refreshed, and stopped in her kitchen to scarf down the oats she’d prepared the night before, thanking and hoping her stranger wasn’t leading her astray. She packed up her lunch box, double checked her supplies, and set out with 10 minutes to spare and feeling less stressed than expected. She was a worrier, no doubt, but somehow she was keeping her thoughts positive. They, her team, would find a way to get through this last hurdle.

When she reached the gate of the training grounds Sasuke was present, and she jogged up to join him with a small grin, “Good morning Sasuke-kun.” She reached into her pouch and pulled out a wrapped bar and held it out to him, “Would you like a protein bar? I had one this morning, and I made them extra soft so if we do end up vomiting they’ll come out pretty gently.”

“We were told not to eat.” His answer was expected, his glance down to her offering cold, but she just smiled brighter.

“I have it on good authority that doing this on an empty stomach would be a worse idea than potentially throwing up, besides, who knows how long we’ll be out here. If we don’t know all the details, we need to prepare for the worst case scenario. Eat now, so if we can’t later, we can stay sharp.” It was basic reasoning, and she really hoped he’d listen to her. Even if her stranger was a little sketch, she for some reason trusted in his deals, and he wouldn’t lie to her about something like this.

She could see Sasuke considering her words, and extended the bar again, sharpening her tone just a touch, “Besides, is there anything that can make you lose your stomach? Do you think a genin-sensei would really use such harsh of tactics that he could make you throw up?” It was a prod at his ego, and did the trick. He pulled the bar from her fingers and began chewing on it, stopping with his lips parted, “This is good–”

Naruto was skidding up to them, just a couple minutes past the hour, bright orange jumpsuit in disarray like he’d rolled out of bed in it, or put it on without any light. Dust swirled up around them and Sakura waved it away from her face before it made her cough.
“Naruto! Slow down and pick up your feet!” The chastisement rolled off her tongue as she reached out and grabbed the back of his jacket to keep him upright when he almost went over his toes when he tried to stop. When he laughed and put his hand behind his head she released him, letting him drop to his butt on the ground.

“What’re’ya eatin there Sasuke? I thought we were skipping breakfast ‘cause we didn’t want’a be pukin it back up?” He leaned forward and sniffed at the bar in the other’s hand, “That smells pretty good though!”

Sakura knelt down, pulling out the bar she’d made for him and passing it over, “Going into an unknown situation on an empty stomach would be a horrible idea. We don’t know if we’ll get meals later or not, or how long this exercise will go. So we strengthen ourselves now, just in case.”

Naruto’s blue eyes were sparkling as he stared at her, then closed as he grinned so large he couldn’t keep them open, “Thank you Sakura-chan, you’re the best!” He shot up, unwrapping and scarfing down the bar in an astoundingly low number of bites.

Sakura looked around and noticed the lack of their sensei, she pursed her lips, “I hope our Sensei won’t be habitual in his tardiness, we won’t make a very good track record for missions if we run behind all the time.”

“Hey, Sakura - you’re wearing something different than usual! Why’d you change your clothes?” Naruto’s quip brought Sasuke’s gaze to her as well and she tensed under their dual scrutiny.

“I’ve been thinking for a while now that what I wore wasn’t ideal for combat so I changed. That’s all.” She wrapped her arms around her center and tried to play it off just a little. She had ditched the qipao design she’d worn all through academy, but she was still wearing her signature red. Her headband still held her hair back, but she’d ditched the dress length top for a solid sleeveless turtle neck, the tight fitting top didn’t restrict her movement at all, and had no extra fabric for her to get caught up in when moving. The red top was tucked into black shorts hanging with cargo pockets that were strapped around her thighs to keep them in place. She’d originally thought, when she saw it in the shop, it was multiple pieces, but surprisingly it was a leotard of sorts. The belt on the shorts tightened to fit her hips, the straps on her thighs also adjustable, and the top held the zipper to get in and out of the whole ensemble. She’d even opted to add taller boots, the tops coming up just below her knees. When the seamstress finished them, she’d have mesh armor sleeves that snapped onto her top, and leggings to cover the gaps between her shorts, pockets, and boots.

Sakura knew she hadn’t taken the kata training as seriously as she should have in the academy, and hoped she’d have a chance to learn more with their new Sensei. If they passed. She considered Stranger’s words and looked between her team mates, trying to determine how to bring up what she’d been told, “So hey, yesterday, after we were dismissed I went to the market, and asked around some of the older teams and ninja.” she didn’t need to disclose it was just one person, “and tried to get some hints for what they’re testing on, for what it takes to pass. Apparently, teamwork is a huge deal. Something about three man units being the goal, and how we’ll be evaluated on working together–”

“I don’t need your help,” Sasuke cut in, cold words a blade that stopped her as well as a knife to the chest, “I don’t need it and I don’t want it. I can’t have you holding me back from this. I have to pass.”

Naruto growled and flailed at the harsh tone, and Sakura’s lip curled in a snarl, “Sasuke! I’m telling you - flying solo won’t make you pass this test - we need to work together, show that we can do that, in order to get our Sensei!”

“Yeah, bastard!” Naruto chimed in, “Sakura’s just trying to help, no reason to be a dick.”

“You were dead last in class, Naruto, I don’t think you have any brain cells to decide who is good to listen to, and who is not.” Sasuke cut his eyes between them, “She’s probably just making stuff up so she can waste my time trying to get close to me, and you’re wasting your breath defending her.”

Sakura bristled, hands curling into fists, she hadn’t bothered him in weeks. Had taken his final brush off seriously, had let go of him. More so, she’d finally admitted to herself that she’d only been pursuing him because of the idea that his favor would grant her the respect she so desperately wanted from her peers. But she’d been assigned to a team with him, and that meant something to her. Even without the hint, she knew that they’d have to work together in the long run, otherwise they wouldn’t be assigned teams at all.

But she simply turned away from him, stomping down to another section of fence and checking her watch. 5:30… late. Why was their Sensei so late? She sure hoped he had a good excuse. fifteen minutes later and she sat down, leaning back against the fence and staring up at the sky she could finally see beginning to grow lighter.

Naruto and Sasuke continued to bicker, and another half hour passed before she decided to make an attempt to zone them out by stretching and starting to slide through kata forms. She managed to finish the whole circuit, and her watch said it was just past seven when she finally saw slouched shoulders and silver hair heading their way.

She stepped out into the lane, drawing the attention of the two boys and crossed her arms as she stared down the man who she’d gotten stuck with as her Sensei.

Two hours. He was over two hours late. He’d told them to be here at five in the morning, before the sun was even up, and strolled up as if he wasn’t a second late. The audacity, the gall - the sheet nerve of this supposed teacher had her gritting her teeth as a voice in her head yelled for him to be pummelled.

“Yo!” He tossed his hand up, voice chipper and casual, as he stepped up to them, pushing open the gate of the training field and beginning to walk in. He rummaged through a bag as he moved, and they fell in behind him. Sasuke glared, Sakura grumbled, and Naruto hollered.

“You’re late!” Naruto darted in front of Kakashi, making the man pause in his steps. He rubbed at the back of his head, eye crinkling into a half moon as he chuckled.

“Well, a black cat crossed my path, you see—” Sakura gasped and gaped at him, astounded at what she could only assume was a lie. A jonin? Scared of crossing a black cat’s path? Un-fuckin-likely.

Sasuke stared at Kakashi with just as much disbelief, while Naruto floundered and hollered some more.

“Ahem, well, anyways,” Kakashi cleared his throat and pulled out an alarm clock from his bag, setting it down on top of a pillar and pressing down to start it, “Okay, it is set for Noon.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out two bells, lifting and dangling them in front of himself, “Today’s assignment is to take these bells away from me by noon.”

He shook the bells so they tapped together, an obvious grin showing through the mask as they looked on, “Those who can’t do it - won’t be getting lunch today. We’ll strap them to these posts here, and I’ll eat my lunch right in front of them.”

Sakura glanced at the other two, glad she had talked them into eating the bars this morning, but glanced quickly back to his hand. Specifically, the two hanging bells.

“But, wait, why are there only two bells?”

“Indeed there are only two, so at the very least, one of you will have to go to the logs, and that person will fail the mission, and be returned to the academy.” He dropped his hands to his waist, tying the bells onto his pants and pointed a sharp finger at them, “At the very least, anyways, it could end up being all three of you.”

They all tensed and Sakura tried to hope that the boys would understand that they had no chance, individually, of taking on this test. It had to be a team effort. There was no way they could get that close to a jonin and escape again with their prize.

“You can use your shuriken,” he added darkly, “You won’t be able to take these bells unless you come at me with the intent to kill.”

She and Naruto protested, “That’s dangerous!” from her own lips, while that voice piped up to wonder if he’d be surprised when she took her bell even if it was bloody.

“Yeah, th-that’s right!” Naruto agreed.

“In this world those who aren’t skilled enough tend to complain more, well, just ignore the loser.”

Sakura couldn’t understand how his voice could be so cold, how he could look at them like he wanted them to be a threat to him, and knew they were nowhere near it. She turned as she felt Naruto step forward behind her, heard the snap of his pouch opening and his yell as he pulled out a kunai. He was red faced and livid as he took two steps forward as if to charge at Kakashi sensei, hand lifted with the Kunai ready to stab downwards. She looked across to Sasuke, saw him startled as well, and they stepped back to get out of the way, and nearly tripped over her own feet when Kakashi was suddenly between them. His hand swept up Naruto’s arm, turned his wrist sharply and pointed the boy's kunai at the back of the blonde head.

“No need to be so hasty Naruto-kun, I haven’t even given the signal to start yet.” He dropped the arm, ruffled Naruto’s hair, and took a couple steps back. “But that’s fine, at least you came at me with full killing intent.” He clapped and rubbed his hands together with a chuckle, “How can I say this, I think, I might finally be starting to find reasons to like you guys.”

Sakura glanced over Naruto, and then turned her glower back on Kakashi, who took another step back from them and held up three fingers, “Well then,” and he dropped one finger, “Let’s actually get started then shall we?” he dropped another finger,”Ready?” and sharply swiped his hand down, “Start!”

Sakura felt Naruto and Sasuke scatter, jumping back into the dense trees. They were all positioned in different directions, had no way to communicate a plan and she could not take on the jonin alone, so she jumped into the foliage as well, dashing until she found a bush thick enough to conceal her and crawling low under it. The darkness of her shorts and shirt hid well in the shadow and she concentrated on pulling her chakra inward, hiding her essence as she’d been taught in the Academy.

She watched Kakashi leave the clearing, meandering towards the river, and cursed to herself as she saw orange cloth rustling through the trees. She lifted onto her palms, about to slither out from the bush when a hand pressed to the small of her back and a whisper crawled up her spine, “Hello Petal. Were you a good girl last night?”

‘Not! Now!’ that voice inside her head screamed, but her body froze as she catalogued the shape of the hand, the tenor of the voice. This wasn’t her stranger, but who else would call her that?! He had a dry chuckle as he slid his weight over her back and dropped a hand over her eyes, “Be a good girl for us, and we’ll help you again, deal?”

Sakura groaned low, rolling her shoulders back and only weakly trying to dislodge this new stranger. For us, he’d said, and she thought about her stranger’s words. How he said he’d share when he was ready, how she knew he was going to fuck a man the night before. She licked her lips and let out a sound somewhere between a sigh and a snarl, “Deal.”

Chapter Text

Kakashi had come to him last night with feral eyes and hands curved into greedy claws. Tenzou opened his door, traced his gaze over the vicious scowl on his taicho’s face - under the mask of course - and turned to head to the bedroom. The door clicked behind him and he only made it as far as the couch at the back of his living room before long fingers were tangling into his bed head and dragging him to his knees. “Open, open, open - need your mouth, Tenzou, fuck–” Kakashi had his belt undone and pants torn down as he got his own mouth open wide, head tilted back to better take Kakashi at this angle. He was just nearly the same height as Kakashi and spread his legs wide to drop his hips low, bringing his mouth to a better angle as Kakashi pushed in, straight to the back of his mouth and into his throat. Tenzou sealed his lips around the cock in his mouth and sucked, wrapping his hands around the back of Kakashi’s thighs and tried to keep his balance and position as steady as possible when his old captain began to thrust in earnest, pushing deep into his throat, balls pressed to his chin as Tenzou swallowed and tried to catch his breath in between thrusts.

Kakashi was bending over him, hands curled around his skull, pulling at his hair in handfuls, sharp tugs that brought tears to his eyes and made him shudder. He’d released one of Kakashi’s legs to adjust himself when the copy-nin snarled a denial to him, pushed his hips tight to Tenzou’s face to bury his nose in the silvery hair there, and gave him another command, “Gag. stop being so good - I want you to be a mess, gag on my cock and make a mess boy.” Tenzou stuttered, his tongue flicking against the flesh in his mouth and tried to think through letting his practice roll back, Kakashi pulled back just enough to free up his throat and he sucked in a rattling breath, bracing himself when Kakashi pushed back in, having to fight his bodies learned instinct to relax and take the length, instead focusing on the pressure of the cock in his throat, pressing against the top of his pallet, into a tight confine, and let himself gag. It was a wretched sound, gulping and gasping, and Kakashi moaned for it, pulling out and thrusting back in again, in and out of his throat as drool slipped past his lips, dripping down Kakashi’s groin and Tenzou’s chest. Their cacophony of noise was depraved, Tenzou could only hold back the pained whimper for so long, Kakashi was lost to the wet confines of his former kohai and snarled and moaned his pleasure in equal measure. The gagging was making it harder for Tenzou to catch breaths between thrusts and he felt his head going light, small black spots floating in, and fluttered his fingers along Kakashi’s thighs, a few quick taps that had been their signal for as long as he could remember. Kakashi stilled, then pushed in deep and slow, uncurling from him as Tenzou tried to keep from outright heaving.

Tenzou looked up to Kakashi as the man leaned back, holding the brown haired man down onto his length while staring hard at him, “Beautiful mess….”

Kakashi withdrew completely and stepped back, taking his cock in hand while Tenzou heaved and tried to catch his breath. He knelt, spread his legs wide and motioned to Tenzou. “Come here, you did good. You did so good for me Tenzou, became a beautiful mess with your lips on my cock, I’m gonna take care of you, I promise, but I need you to keep me in your mouth for a little longer.”

Tenzou shook with the shivers wracking his frame as he lifted from his elbows to his hands and crawled over. Kakashi soothed him, petting his face, straightening his hair, rubbing fingers over the cords in his neck, “Lay down baby, take it easy, just worship my cock, show me how much you love me.” Tenzou settled himself low, stretching his legs out behind him, adjusting until his hard cock lay in a position that didn’t crush it between his weight and the floor, then slipped his tongue over the head of Kakashi’s length with a low moan, delighting in the drop of precum there. He kissed at Kakashi’s thighs and the other mans’ hand wandered, petting across his back, nails digging soft tracks into his skin. When Tenzou opened his mouth and took Kakashi back in, almost to this throat, the angle wasn’t quite right for it, Kakashi began to knead at his ass, rubbing circles into his flesh and then pulling him apart, opening that strip, that hole, to the chill air of the room. He felt a hot breath a moment before Kakashi’s hand settled on his head, holding him in place. His other hand settled low on his back, holding him down as he felt a new body shift up between his legs, making him adjust to fit the new body, a clone he assumed, and felt the wet brush of tongue over his cheeks. He suckled a little harder on Kakashi, trying to keep his sore jaw open wide, and rocked his hips back to their partner, whimpering when a wet tongue circled his hole.

He tried not to think of the plug he’d removed just an hour before Taicho had arrived, tried not to think of how he’d wrapped his hand around his cock and brought himself to the brink of cumming daily for weeks, as was Kakashi’s command. He tried not to linger on the spiral of tension quickly rotating at the base of his spine, and caught himself grunting and thrusting into the floor when the tongue thrust into his loosened ass. Kakashi crooned, leaning back to look down at him, and Tenzou met his gaze as he tightened his jaw and scraped his teeth just so along the sides of his cock, making Kakashi hiss, and thrust into him. Then Kakashi was smirking, glancing down Tenzou’s back to his copy.

That second body behind him lifted, pulling him to his knees, and he could feel the press of a cock, Kakashi’s cock, against him. He pushed back, arching his body and resettling himself in Kakashi’s lap, taking him a little deeper again, glancing up when he controlled his gag, sliding him into his throat and swallowing, tightening around his cock, letting the moan roll through his mouth as the slicked cock of the clone pushed in slow.

“There is a girl…” Kakashi trailed off when his clone bottomed out, hips pressed tight to Tenzou’s ass and staying still, “She intrigues me Tenzou. But I don’t know if I’m ready to break her yet. I want her to be stronger, smarter, before I tame her. I’ll need your help, because my control is not nearly where it should be.” He curved his fingers around his head, tangling in wavy brown locks and tugged them as he rocked his hips upward, getting back into the motion just as the clone withdrew and thrust back in. Tenzou keened, tears at the corners of his eyes and tried to nod as Kakashi rode him from both ends.

A flurry of motion had them all separating and he cried at the loss until four hands picked him up and carried him into the bedroom, hungry mouths eating at his skin, licking sweat from his spine, up his neck, teeth catching his ear while he squirmed. Kakashi was flattening him on the bed now, his legs hanging off the edge, staring up at his own ceiling. Kakashi released the cuffs sealed under the bed, wrapping up Tenzou’s wrists before climbing atop him. The clone was digging through their drawer and came back with a bottle of lube he squirted over himself, onto his fingers and then passed to Kakashi. Tenzou watched his Taicho, how his fingers glistened with the lube before they slipped behind, between his legs, and as Kakashi prepped himself he felt the clone doing the same motions to Tenzou’s entrance. Fingers were circling, pressing, feeding lube into his channel as Kakashi rode his own hand, then were replaced just as Kakashi’s hand wrapped around his cock, making him cry out.

“Sen–sensitive! Fuck- Taicho–” Tenzou nearly cried at the contact of the other hand, his neck arched back, hips pressing down at the sudden pressure on his flesh; he almost jerked away when he realized that as he pressed his hips down, the clone had lined up, and Tenzou had fucked himself onto his cock. He was so slick and open now, even copy-Kashi’s impressive cock had nearly slipped right in. Kakashi, tweaking his nipples with one hand, was squirting another dollop of lube onto Tenzou’s cock. He squeezed the base tightly and worked him slowly, too much pressure, not enough speed to cum, but pulling him up on a high wire of frantic need while the clone fed into his body. Kakashi straddled him, lifting himself over Tenzou’s cock and nestling it between his ass cheeks.

“I always feel so comical when I fuck you Tenzou - I have to kneel up so high to get your big fucking cock in me, and the way you stretch me so wide, leaves me feeling you for days.” Kakashi lined up, pressed down and snarled as he fed the monster into himself. Tenzou tried not to writhe, and the clone helped, gathering his legs and pulling them up to his shoulder, finally seating his hips against Tenzou’s rear, stilling while Kakashi took his time getting his cock inside, taking an inch or two and then lifting off.

“My favorite boy,” Kakashi ground out between his teeth, “My favorite cock,” he jerked his hips in little movements, just an inch away from taking all of Tenzou, and when he finally slammed down, sealing them together the clone finally moved, arms wrapped tightly around Tenzou’s legs to hold him in place, and plowed him hard and fast. Tenzou knew the clone would come first, experience his orgasm, and then pop, dropping the sensation to the host, and Kakashi would get double the response in his own body. Kakashi barely rode him, the jerking motions of the clone doing the work of grinding their bodies together, and Tenzou did try to keep his eyes open, but watching two hungry faces stare down at him, and when Kakashi grabbed his own cock, fingers sticky with lube and began jerking he arched his head back, pulling at his restraints. He wanted to touch so badly; wanted to feel Kakashi under his hands. He’d beg for it, but he was so close already, and he just wanted to cum. Kakashi was in his ass, opening him up and pushing so much deeper than the plug he was allowed; In the same moment he was in Kakashi, tight, hot heat wrapping around his cock.

“Kashi- Taicho– can’t hold it– please!” He was a whining mess, tears falling from his eyes as he finally got them back open to look at his partner. Kakashi growled and lifted his hips, dropping them back down hard, pounding himself onto Tenzou as they shuddered together.

“Good boy, good fucking boy - look at those tears, crying for me baby? I love your tears, now give me your cum, fill me up, make a mess of me as I make a mess of you.” Kakashi aimed his dick forward, preparing to release onto the body under him just as the clone grunted out his own release and Tenzou felt him spill inside, a hot wash of release filling his ass, dripping out as the clone popped and Kakashi dropped his hands to Tenzou’s abdomen, nails digging red divots into his stomach as he began to cum from the absorbed memories, achieving his second release just as Tenzou pushed his hips up to seal them tight together as his own release coated the inside of Kakashi.

Kakashi had lost his grip on his cock when the orgasm overtook him, so his cum was splashed across his kohai’s chest and shoulders and bed, one lone drop sliding down his cheek.

Kakashi was smiling now, peaceful again and Tenzou felt himself relax. Sometimes when Kakashi came to him like this, it was many rounds before they could just talk, and while he loved the man, he had just come off a mission and was not as energetic as usual.

Kakashi reached up, slowly so as not to dislodge the cock going soft in his ass, and released Tenzou’s cuffs, rubbing where they had left soft red lines in the tan skin, then tracing down to his shoulders, wiping up the cum and onto a shirt he had lost at some point. They’d been such a whirlwind that Tenzou hadn’t even had time to appreciate Kakashi’s bare chest, the glow of his pale skin stark against his own tan. Kakashi kept seated on his lap, and Tenzou knew it wouldn’t be long before he was growing hard again, and tried to let himself not think about it as Kakashi massaged him gently, fingers soothing muscles tightened from their foray. He cracked one eye open, considering the jonin’s face, and grumbled.

“So - a girl huh?”

Kakashi grinned, fully a wolf with a rabbit in his maw, just waiting to crush his meal, “She’s my genin.”

That had Tenzou snapping up, catching Kakashi’s wrists and pulling them down as he glared up at the man, “Hiruzen can not forgive you this, he’ll see it as a sin.”

Hiruzen knew things, had received the reports, and ordered the medical attention, when Kakashi went too far sometimes. Never un-consensual, but he was sometimes more wolf than man, and forgot how fragile people could be. Some would have Kakashi detained or punished for his hunger and aggression, but the Hokage simply reminded them of Kakashi’s usefulness, his track record, and pointed out that the concerned parties were not regretful, or pointing fingers, simply out of their league. But this, his student, grooming was a serious concern in The Leaf, he’d been a product of it himself.

That is not to say Hiruzen would care all that much about the age or power difference, but a shinobi should be loyal first to their village, then their Hokage, and then their team. Messing with the order of things would be stirring a pot Taicho didn’t need to even set on the burner. A child would find their loyalty bending the wrong way.

“She was so eager and so scared, Tenzou, and felt so good on my cock.” Kakashi hummed, rocking back onto the soft length still inside, his own dick was already hardening again and Tenzou watched him trail his fingers over his skin in lazy ovals. “I told you that I can’t be trusted with her, I can admit that much. I like to break my lovers, or tame them, and she’s not strong enough. Not yet, which is why I need your help.”

Tenzou regarded the man that he considered to be part of all of the important things in his life. His best friend, his lover, his taicho, his saviour. Kakashi was moaning deep in his throat as he ground his ass down, bringing the tan man back to firmness, and then growing inside of his ass. He released Kakashi’s wrists, grabbed the man’s hips, and thrust up hard, getting his feet flat on the bed and pushing Kakashi down into the thrust with a grunt. Kakashi leaned forward, pressing his chest into Tenzou’s, wrapping his arms around broad shoulders and admiring the contrast of their skin before peppering kisses along his lips, biting and tugging softly while mewling as he felt the cock growing in him. Tenzou couldn’t fuck many people like he fucked Kakashi, he was just too big, and Kakashi truly loved his cock, loved how it hurt him and rearranged him. Tenzou sighed, opening his mouth to Kakashi’s kiss, and murmured back to him, “Okay, fine, you win again, what do you need from me?”

Kakashi grinned, lighting up like a damn kid on holiday, and stopped moving, settling himself more comfortably in Tenzou’s lap. “Tomorrow my new genin team will attempt the bell test. They are horribly ill suited for team work. I’ve got the Uchiha, the Kyuubi, and our Petal.” Tenzou rolled his hips up into Kakashi, meeting the shiver that rolled through him as he caressed the nickname. When they stilled again, he wrapped a hand around Kakashi’s cock and simply held him, grip tight, still, just keeping them together and unmoving.

“I’ll need you to play distraction and tutor with Petal while I get the boys in line. Naruto is too bold to do anything besides take me head on, and Sasuke will try to be sneaky. They both have bones to pick and chips on their shoulders. Sakura, our Petal, isn’t ready to be plucked - yet. But she will be the key to getting them to work together. You will help guide her into an advantageous position against me, and Naruto will follow along because he adores her, and Sasuke will follow along because he will not want to be the solo one to fail.”

Kakashi wrapped his hand around Tenzou’s and began pumping his length, leaning back as Tenzou supported him on his thighs. Tenzou gazed at him and relished the visible bump of his erection, reached a palm to push down on it, making Kakashi gasp.

“Petal?” He questioned tightly, beginning to thrust his hips upwards again, knowing Kakashi was ready for it, and he was just as desperate to come again.

Kakashi smirked and leaned down to suck him into another devouring kiss, “She’s fucking pink Tenzou.”

~~~

Well, Kakashi wasn’t a liar. He settled himself inside a large redwood and watched as a small girl with pink hair made her way towards the dark haired boy on the fence. It wasn’t just that she was small, she just didn't have the same aura as other genin her age. Most kunoichi were loud and flamboyant - aggressive forces of nature as they made space for themselves in a predominantly male field. But Sakura was all controlled movement, no extra flashes of energy and he could see himself enjoying watching her. She approached the Uchiha, offering him something from her bag, and he watched her shoulders tighten as a light bright smile crossed her face. Oh, she was pissed for sure, but chose sweeter tactics, and he watched Sasuke take the bar almost reluctantly.

Naruto was dashing past him, loud enough for all of them, nearly bowling his team over the fence. Sakura admonished him almost like it was a habit, fed him as well. Fingers and gazes pointed to her and she picked at her outfit, he pulled chakra to his ears, curious about their pointed looks to her.

“---Why’d you change your clothes?” He caught the end of Naruto's question

“I’ve been thinking for a while now that what I wore wasn’t ideal for combat so I changed. That’s all.” She was wrapping her arms around herself, like she was unsure of the outfit, but he couldn't find any flaw in it.

The sleeveless top could add mesh armor easily to protect her arms if she needed, and though it was fitted, it wasn't so tight as to limit any motion. The red suited her complexion, and the black shorts had pockets both across her hips and dangling down her legs, those she had strapped down to her thighs to keep in place. Her arms and legs were slender, her frame lithe. She hadn't really had any chance or excuse to start building muscle at this age, but she was fit and the outfit highlighted the gentle curves of her body.

She was beautiful like some kind of unfinished sculpture, and he felt his body react. Merged with the tree, it was always a confusing thing to feel what his body should be doing and knowing at the front of his head it wasn't happening, but he squirmed all the same and thought hard thoughts about adjusting his not-currently-real-erection to get rid of the sensation.

Whether it was just because Taicho had told her to, or her own sense of camaraderie, she’d shared her food. It was a good sign for the bell test, which was always more about taking care of your team than actually collecting the bells anyways. He remembered learning that lesson all too well in ANBU, and felt just a little cheated that Kakashi was willing to cut hairs so fine to pass this team. But he did surprisingly find himself understanding - she was captivating. Worth taking a little risk for.

They’d argued when she tried to lead them towards working together, and she’d left them to bicker on their own. Kakashi had been right, Naruto would follow her lead, and Sasuke had too much to prove to let someone else make a call that wouldn’t let him shine. He wondered if the boy would have grown up with as much ambition if Itachi had been around - he was a star nearly impossible to outshine. Too young to know what he knew, to have the skills he had. He’d asked Kakashi once to save him from the Uchiha clan the way he’d been saved from Danzo and Root; but they’d been too late.

Oh, she was stretching? It was good that she wasn’t sitting idle, he didn’t think Kakashi would really give them time to warm-up once he decided to arrive. It was also nice to watch her move through the forms of Konohagakure standard kata, she shifted stance to stance like water being poured from one vessel to the next. Some of her forms lacked power, the follow through of aiming to take a life, but she was a fresh genin, that’d come with time. The sun had crested far enough over the horizon that she glistened with a light layer of sweat. Sasuke notched one look over to her and Tenzou could read the boys' conflict, he wanted to practice as well, but didn’t want to look like he was being lead to do it. Naruto was sitting, head on his knees and near dozing off.

Sakura continued to go from one form to the next, completing all standard variations. She didn’t rush them, didn’t try and make them excessive or flashy, and he badly wanted to offer his touch as guidance. Wanted to put his hands on her hips, waist, legs, to balance her, help her lean into the strikes. He wanted to put his body under her kicks and hits, feel her lash out at him, teach her how to visualize her blows going through a body in finishing blows.

She’d managed to finish the entire circuit by the time he felt a ping of Kakashi’s chakra. A few moments later she was turning down the road to watch the mop of his silver hair with crossed arms and a sour frown. Oh, but if she was a punctual girl Taicho would drive her insane for sure.

“---There was a black cat in my path, you see—”

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He’d pressed a palm to the ground when he stepped out of the tree behind her, calling the branches of the bush back so he could fit into the foliage with her. He was sliding over her just as she was lifting and he couldn’t help the rasp of his chuckle when she froze. So young, so untrained, they’d teach her how bad freezing was. Another day though. “Hello Petal. Were you a good girl last night?”

Kakashi had left her with a naughty little pamphlet about masturbation, and hoped her curiosity was strong enough to have her delve into the pages and try her hand at some of the introductory ideas. Her body was tense like she was preparing to turn and he settled his weight more firmly against her, wrapping a hand around her eyes to block her vision, and gave her a soft tsk, “Be a good girl for us, and we’ll help you again, deal?”

Kakashi had given him a rather difficult job. Sakura could not learn of Tenzou’s connection to Kakashi, and had to be someone connected to her stranger. He had a few choice words for Kakashi not sharing any name at all with the girl, but was beginning to understand the other jonin’s infatuation. She was a sassy little thing if the snarl slipping between her lips was anything to go by, “Deal.” It was too aggressive to be a whisper and made his fingers tighten on her face.

“Your… friend,” he rolled his eyes, “sent me to check on you. Wanted to see if you had fun with your book last night?” He let himself settle in, watched Naruto approach Kakashi, “And, he was curious about what Sensei you’d been stuck with. He has a deft hand at stealth, but I’m better, so he sent me to check in.”

He ran a fingertip down the side of her neck, stopping at her pulse, enjoying the staccato pounding. Her skin was soft, and though she had some floral, girly, scent hanging around her, it somehow almost blended in with the woods, like it belonged with the dirt and leaves and other flora.

“Is now really the best time? I’m supposed to be focusing here. I have a jonin to beat.” She was surprisingly calm for the admittedly strange situation and he could admire that.

He kept an eye on Naruto as he approached Kakashi near the river, and chuckled at the blonde’s brash nature. Kakashi was obviously in good spirits as well, pulling out a book and taunting the kid. He felt Sakura tense under him as the loud voice of her teammate made it back to the. He dipped his head down to take the tip of her ear between his teeth, scraping lightly and drawing her attention back to him. Distraction and tutor Kakashi had said.

“Answer the question, Petal - Did you use the book last night?” He kept his lips close, brushing them against her ear as he spoke. She shivered, such a sweet response, and dug her fingers into the dirt. He felt the clench of jaw, her stuttered breath, and shifted to dodge her elbow when it came back for his side. Sloppy, but he was impressed with her trying.

“Aw, don’t be like that. We’re willing to help you again. We know the games this sensei likes to play and we’ll give you more help if you play our game first.” He pinned her arm down, pressing it into the twigs and leaves scattered on the ground. The cute little thing actually hissed at him like an irritated kitten. She was probably aiming for something a little more threatening, but he just thought she was adorable. “Answer the question girl and we can move on from this to more fun things.”

“Fine - fine!” She had to clear her throat and lower her voice again, “Yes.” Her shifting and struggling tightened into a fine tremor as she tried to go still again.

He grinned, “Yes? Yes what?”

“Yes I—” she let out a long breath and he wished he could see her face to see if she was blushing along with the scowl he could feel under his hand, “I read the book. I used the book.”

“Did you enjoy your orgasm?” He wondered to himself if maybe he should be concerned at how quickly this girl brought a reaction out of him that was usually reserved for Kakashi. He shifted his hips, settling between her legs and pushing them apart so he could fit better. There was enough height difference he was pressed to the ground and not her body, but all of her body was pressed into him and that was delightful enough to sustain his erection.

“It was, it felt, like, too much? Almost too good. I felt tired, and,” she swallowed hard enough he could hear it, “I was breathing so hard - does that mean I’m that out of shape?” The words were strung so close together, a rushed whisper that he had to take a moment to decipher them and her tone.

“No, you’re in about the shape a genin should be - but the first time you come can be intense, should be intense if it’s done right. Which sounds like you did.” He pulled her head to the side, pressed his lips to her cheek, “Good girl.”
He released her eyes just long enough to grab her hitai-ate and pull it down over them instead. He tightened the back, securing it, and then pulled her into a sitting position, taking up across from her. “Thank you for being a good girl for us. Now, I know our friend told you yesterday that teamwork was important, and that is especially true with this guy. You need to understand - none of you have the skill to get the bells on your own against him. He doesn’t even think you can as a team. But he wants you all to work together, to try.”

He looked over her shoulder and sighed, Naruto was fighting amongst his clones, and his time with Sakura was about to be up.

“Kakashi-sensei values teamwork above any other pillar this village pushes. If you can not find ground on which to cooperate with your teammates he will not teach you.” He reached forward, rubbing at the crease between her brows and chuckled, “So you’re going to go save Naruto, convince him to work with you, and then convince him that you both need to work with Sasuke in order to win. Then, you’ll have to convince the Uchiha as well, probably after you save him too.”

He tugged on a lock of her hair when she huffed, then pulled her strands through his fingers, tilting her head back. Taichou told him he couldn’t taste her yet, but, he ran his nose along her neck and enjoyed the scent of her, letting his own body shiver at her sweetness. She tensed and relaxed and he barely caught the fist she sent flying towards his face this time. He laughed, kissed her cheek once again and stood.

She was a treat indeed.

“Be a good girl again Sakura, go save Naruto,” The blonde’s yelp as he went up in the snare threatened to pull another laugh out of him, “and pass this test so we can play more.”

He slipped backwards, into a tree, and then shifted through the woods until he could look out of the tree where Kakashi was berating Naruto for not checking for the trap. He pulsed his chakra, letting Kakashi know that their Petal was set to go, and Kakashi gave a soft nod back just as he moved to dodge the shuriken headed his way.

It was the Uchiha’s turn to be put in place. He admired the blonde’s determination and then left the training field. It was up to Sakura to play her part now.

Chapter Text

Sakura wanted to scream so badly her tongue felt like it was swollen between her teeth. She glared at her toes, clenched her fists where they were bound behind her, and tried to take a calming breath. She pulled the air deep, filling her lungs until she felt like they were expanding into her core and then releasing it all on a count from ten.

Ten. It took three good shakes to clear her body of the tremors left behind mystery man number two, and a couple of cheek slaps to clear away her flush.

Nine. She’d gotten Naruto down, berated him, and dragged him into the brush to ask him what the hell all those clones were about.

Eight. She couldn’t think of a way to get Sasuke to work with them willingly.

Seven. But, unknowingly? He would never want to be outshined by Naruto, and if they crossed paths, and Naruto could keep Kakashi distracted for real this time… he could help them just by being himself.

Six. She’d sent Naruto off with a white lie, that he needed to show off to Kakashi, and do it right this time, and make Sasuke lose focus so she could pull him away and tell him the ‘real plan.’

Five. There was no real plan, she hoped only that they would bicker and fight with each other and distract their sensei long enough for her to somehow sneak in and snag the bells for their team.

Four. Sasuke was a lot more volatile, and trained, than she had ever thought. How was she supposed to know he could chuck a giant fireball around like that?! She’d been on the path in to try and snag the bells and couldn’t get out of the way fast enough.

Three. Kakashi-sensei was fast enough, and a lot scarier up close, with a knife to her throat and snarling admonishment at the boys.

Two. He really did value team work above everything else they’d done, and was corrosive to their egos as he shredded them apart for their stupidity and solo thinking.

One. She kind of liked the feel of his body against hers, how small she felt tucked into his frame, and the feel of his hands when he tied her to the pole and patted her head to leave them to think about what they were going to do next, with the second chance he was giving them.

Sakura considered the shape she could see out of the corner of her eye, the copy of herself with hands on hips, mouthing off about something, and maybe trying to point at something else? She couldn’t very well tell, because every time she tried to look directly the image would disappear, and she felt a little like she was going crazy thinking it sounded like that voice she used in her own head. Still, she looked over to where she kind of thought it had been pointing, blinking as the trees and leaves and grass shimmered, like a mirage and when she tried to focus her gaze just… slid away.

“Sakura-chan? Would you like some of my bento?” Naruto pulled her away from attempting to look into - or was it at? - the tree line, to where he had his chopsticks lifted with a bit of rice and egg scooped up.

“Naruto, Kakashi-sensei said I wasn’t supposed to eat, since I was so stupid as to get almost get caught by Sasuke’s fireball.” Still, she stared at the bite, flicking her eyes up to meet Naruto’s, “He could be hiding nearby and watching us.”

“Maa, but Sakura-chan, what was it you said this morning? Going into a battle unfueled is a bad idea? We each had one of your protein bars this morning, so we could do better, and we still did really bad! So if we try again with even less food and fuel then we will absolutely fail. Sensei told us not to eat last night, and he told us, well you, not to eat now. So let’s just break the rules again.” Naruto beamed at her, lifting the bite up to where she could reach it, and Sakura accepted it this time.

Rustling on her other side had her turning, watching Sasuke lift another bite towards her, though his gaze stayed on his own bento box, “If I give you a third of my box, and if Naruto feeds you a third of his, we’ll all have equal shares, and it’ll mean more for you and Naruto, instead of splitting only his.”

Sakura stared at him longer, chewing slowly on the bite Naruto gave her, until Sasuke finally lifted up to meet her eyes. She didn’t think it was heartbreak, this heavy feeling in her chest, as she considered him. It was more like she was just empty, like she had been for a long time and just now all of a sudden she realized it. She didn’t know who she was outside of the Uchiha fan girl who’d joined the shinobi academy because of idol worship. Ino had been a guiding light, a shield against the bullies that made fun of Sakura’s appearance, and she was sad to realize that in her competition with Ino to be the best, in order to be recognized by this boy, she’d completely lost who she herself wanted to be.

She stared at the bite of food he was offering and spoke softly into his wary eyes, “Is this for us,” she tilted her head back towards Naruto, “or is this for you?”

“Us.” No hesitation. Holding her gaze and lifting the bite higher, then glancing at Naruto.

She took the bite, and the world around them began to spin.