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Broken Vow	By : ShadowofLight Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 1100 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Broken Vow
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(The unedited lemon scene between Kakashi and Hidama from chapter 10 of ‘Guilty Until Innocent” as mostly told from Hidama’s point-of-view.)
He looked up at her and stepped closer. He saw the fear increase in her eyes but before she could push him away with her other hand he caught it. Now she was trapped. He smiled behind his mask.

She frowned at him, not liking the look he was giving her. “What are you thinking?” she asked coolly.

“I beat you again. We still have our bet, you know,” he grinned.

Hidama growled but sighed, looking to the side. “Fine. Ask your question already.”

“It’s not a question. More like a request.” He released her hands but didn’t move back, slowly reaching up to pull down his mask.

“What are you-” When she turned to face him she had a very brief glimpse of his face, noticing a scar running from his covered eye to stop at the top of his cheek before he leaned forward and kissed her directly on the lips. Her eyes went wide and she quickly made to punch him but his hands caught hers once more, pressing her into the tree with his body. This, was something she would have never expected!

Kakashi slowly pulled away, and Hidama was shocked to feel disappointment at the loss.

"I am a hound, after all," he smiled.

"So you can tell when a bitch is in heat?"

"You are not a bitch, Hidama," Kakashi released her hands and set his palms flat against the tree trunk on either side of her head.

Hidama looked at his face, finding the same sincerity and compassion the monk and the two hokages' had given her. "So you've beaten me again. Your next question."

"I don't suppose it would be too much to ask if you could teach me the 'pointers' you said you'd show Jiraiya."

Hidama raised a slim, pale eyebrow and for a moment, Kakashi wasn't sure if he would live to see supper until she grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled his lips down onto hers for a searing kiss. He gave in, letting Hidama have the control over him and to be truthful, Kakashi was thoroughly enjoying it.

When they broke apart, Hidama smiled seductively at him. "That was the prerequisite," she said, "Do you think you can make it through the first class?"

"Teach me, sensei," Kakashi answered.

She just continued smiling as she pulled him down for another searing kiss. He removed his hands only to have one stroke the back of her neck, burying his fingers in her silky hair, the other wrapping around her slim waist to hold her tightly to his lean body. He echoed her moan of pleasure as her arms wrapped around him just as tightly. As much as they wanted to continue the lesson here and now it would be too much of a risk in being found out.

Ninjutsu: Konoha Shunshin no Jutsu, the silver haired sharingan user whispered in his mind and concentrated. Normally for this kind of jutsu (and many others) to work he would have had to have said it out loud but he didn't want to interrupt the lesson.

A wind began to pick up around them, taking the form of leaves. He felt the woman in his arms shift but didn't push him away. His tightened his arms as he felt the jutsu working. Had anyone been watching all they would have seen a swirl of leaves surrounding the two, moving faster and faster until they stopped. The two ninjas vanished from the spot only to appear in Hidama's loft, silently falling onto the large bed.

~Hidama’s P.O.V.~

My heart is going so fast, I’m surprised he can’t feel it. Part of me wants to pull back and cut open his chest, to plunge the cold steel into his heart for touching me like he owns me, but his touch... His kisses...

Why is my heart racing like this? What’s this feeling deep down inside?

I can feel his hand move down my body, slowly moving under my shirt. I suppress the urge to shiver, feeling the need to push him away but I don’t want to. Even with the glove on I can feel the warmth of his hand, his fingers tracing my fading scars. I don’t know if he can tell what made them, but each one has its own history I rather not repeat. I can feel his other hand gently caressing my face, gliding down the side of my throat. This time I can’t suppress the shiver of pleasure I feel, even as I grip his vest tighter. Now I can feel both his hands, slowly moving over my hips then slide under my shirt. I smile inwardly as they seem to rush.

Isn’t he the eager one.

The roughness of his fingertips and soft leather of his gloves caress my breasts, making my nipples harden at the combination of his touches. There has only been one other man who’s made me feel this way--no, I refuse to think about him. Not now. Not ever.

I didn’t realize I was moaning until I could feel his lips along the side of my throat. That has always been one of my sensitive parts and whether he realizes it or not, I’d gladly submit to him as long as he didn’t stop. Slowly I release his vest and reach up, running my fingers through his silver strands. They feel so soft between my fingers, I don’t think I can let go if I wanted but he doesn’t seem to mind. His thumbs flick at my nipples, his breathe hot against my skin. I tighten my grip.

Gods above, I need him!

I can’t remember if I groaned when he removed his hands, but I thought for a moment he was going to stop. Instead I felt him pull my shirt up some more. Ah I see. Reluctantly I release him and slowly lift my arms up. I resist the urge to shiver as he gently tug my shirt off, letting it drop to the floor silently. For that moment, I feel so self-conscious about my body but the feeling doesn’t last long.

He presses his lips against mine in a heated kiss, leaving me wanting more but before I could return it he pulls me close, his breathe hot and panting against my ear. “You’re too beautiful to be human,” I hear him breathe. The passion in those several words actually causes me to blush just ever so lightly. I know I’m smiling, even as I wrap my arms around him tightly.

“You have no idea,” I whisper to him in a deep purr, feeling him shiver. I think I’m starting to make him lose his cool. Good to see I have yet to lose my touch and yet, I wonder: Who’s the one truly being seduced?

He groans as he kisses my neck once more. He knows my weakness and how to exploit it. I can’t help but moan softly at the feeling it sends through me. Passion fills my heart, heat coursing through my veins, desire eating at my soul. I cry out softly as his hands knead my breasts, tightening my grip on him. Slowly I let my head fall back, gasping his name softly as he licks at the base of my throat. I swear he’s growling but I respond by purring loudly. The friction of his rough tongue against my skin is driving me insane, making me want him even more. I can feel his hands ran down my back, his palms pressing into my muscles; all I can think of is to not let go. I want to whimper, to cry and beg him to take me but I’m above begging. Still the pleasure...

During my hell in the slave ring I learned there were ways to make even the coldest being a most willing ‘toy’ when it came to these matters. I had been the victim of them myself countless times and no matter how they started out they always resulted in pain. This hound, I knew what he wanted, gods I want it as well but I also know that he won’t hurt me. Not intentionally. Everything so far has been gently yet passionate. He’s trying to draw me to my highest peak of pleasure before his. Surely he could try to take advantages of me but he doesn’t. Does, he have feelings for me?

A startled cry escapes my lips and this time, I don’t bother to stop the shiver as it shoots up and down my spine. His rough tongue caresses my harden nub, teasing it, kneading it, this feeling! I can’t help it; all reasoning has left my mind as I arch into him, tugging at his silver strands, digging my fingers into his shoulder. He doesn’t complain in the least and continues to pleasure me. Oh this feeling, I swear if he stops now I will kill him!

I can feel the fire burning even hotter, the sweat making my skin slick, the sheets twisting beneath me. He switches to the other nub, lavishing the same attention as before. Pain blossoms where I dig my teeth into my lower lip, a futile attempt at keeping quiet. I can barely remember feeling anything this good, even my dreams can’t compare with this. I moan deeply as he rocks his hips against mine; I can feel his evident arousal and can’t help but feel a smug sense of satisfaction. I am the one doing this to him. Me and none other.

My fingers brush against something and I open my dazed eyes, lightly tracing the hitachi all ninjas of Konoha must wear. I was once granted such an honor yet I refused. With each new hokage, I was once again asked to join the ranks of the elite yet each time I refuse. I hold no ties over any village. I am distant as the stars themselves. I could never ask him to give up his home for me as he could never ask me to stop loving my children. Gently, I slip my fingers beneath the cloth and slide it off, setting it next to us. I feel him still, his heated pants ghosting over my sweaty skin. He doesn’t resist as I pull him up my body and stare into his eyes, both our barriers down and our souls bared.

He’s so handsome. His pale skin and silvery hair compliment one another, slender features gracing his tall form. A single scar runs down over his left eye but that does not diminish his beauty. What I do find mildly surprising is the eye which he always hides is blood red with three black commas circling the center. The sharigan. I know of this bloodline, how the family members that possess it can instantly copy any jutsu used upon them but why does only his left contain it? It matters not; his right is a rich black I feel comforted by. I gently pull him closer and kiss at the mark from beginning to end, feeling him shiver at my touch. So that is his weakness. I wonder how much more I can find.

My hands shake as they unzip the vest and start on the shirt but it wasn’t from nerves. It was from excitement. “It’s time for you to get undressed,” I purr to him, pulling the shirt from his pants. He suppresses the urge to shiver but slowly sits up. Now it’s my turn to resist the urge to moan in disappointment as he pulls away. I sit up to watch as he removes the vest and toss it to the floor, soon followed by his shirt but I can’t wait anymore. I think I even caught myself off guard for in the blink of an eye, I had Kakashi pinned under me. The tight, black undershirt was pushed up his lean body, his hips pinned to the bed, my thighs straddling him. I give him a teasing grin that some called ‘foxy’ as I continue to grip his shoulders.

“You let your guard down,” I taunt. He gives a mock pout that reminds me of my kit; I try very hard not to laugh (which I don’t do often).

“You took advantage of that,” he tells me. I see his hand reach up from the corner of my eye but sigh very softly as he runs his fingers through my hair. Most of it came undone from its braid, pooling around our bodies in a shimmering waterfall. I’m not sure why I keep it this long but I just can’t see myself cutting it. The silk strands caress both our bodies as he gently releases the rest of my hair from its braid. “Never seen anyone with hair this long,” he tells me softly. I can tell he likes it.

“One of the things I pride myself in,” I answer and slowly, sit up while running my hands from his shoulders down his chest only to stop at his waist. Moving them up I grasp the bottom of his shirt and slowly, push it up. He sits up a bit and helps me remove it before it joins its brothers on the floor and lies back on the bed. He doesn’t touch me but he doesn’t push me away.

Though slender from any man I’ve seen he’s covered in lean muscles. He is not afraid of hard work but he also bears scars of his own past devices. Now it was his turn to suffer as I idly traced each and everyone with ghostly caresses. I can feel his muscles contract beneath his skin but I ignore it all, even his growls. Is he trying to threaten me? Not possible but I am getting a joy from this. I trace the ANBU tattoo on his left shoulder and a rather long scar that starts from his left bicep, going across his chest to finally stop below his ribs on his right side but he shivers and growls deeper. Another sensitive spot. I stop though when he grabs my hips roughly and holding me down, brings his hips up. Both our groans mingled as we feel the heat building. Neither of us can wait any longer.

Damn these pants!

I know we both want it, but I don’t want to rush this. I can tell he wants it, the way his hands knead my hips and his hips buck up into mine but he doesn’t make any move to take the lead. I have to thank him for being so considerate.

Slowly I leaned over, resting one of my hands on his chest (his heart is beating as fast as mine) and kiss him. His lips feel so soft against mine, I just want to stay like this and forget about our worries and our duties. The passion we feel is still there but it’s still tamed. Our lips part and slowly, he lets his tongue slip inside. So hot and slick I mimic his actions. He tastes like the earth and the forest of the village. Oh gods, I think I’m falling in love with him and it scares me. I pull back but before I can give him a chance to pull me back I lick at his lips. Running my hand through his hair I began to lick at his throat, silently asking him to tilt his head back. He does and I smirk. Still he lets me take the lead. I can feel his pulse beneath my lips, slowly run my teeth along it. He hissed in delight and his hands shift from my hips to my ass, holding us even closer. Silently I let one of my legs rest between his thighs but it’s my turn to hiss as he pushes me down, letting me rub against his strong leg. I love the way his hands feels so hot against my skin.

I make my way down his chest, panting softly into his skin as I continue to lick at him. I taste his scars, feeling his hands tighten. He’s enjoying it and so am I. I could hear a strange sound, a mix of a purr and a growl but it takes me but a moment to realize it’s me. As I move lower I feel his hands run along my back, feel them shake as the passion grows. They feel so good, even as he drags them up my back and into my hair. He’s letting me do this to him without a single complaint, not even my former lover from long ago let me have this kind of control. Finally I reach his pants and begin to undo them but before I can even begin to push them down I find myself lying on my back, caught up in a bruising yet heated kiss. I don’t care as I kiss the hound back hungrily, our tongues battling for dominance. We can’t wait anymore, each teasing caress was just driving us crazy; hands finally removing the last of our clothes to leave us both bare. The moment he presses his body against mine I whimper in want. He growls in response and holds me tightly. I cling to him, his hardness pressing into my softness. It had been much too long since I last felt the embrace of another. After a few moments the lip-lock breaks off but neither of us release our hold on the other. He rests his forehead against mine, our pants mingling and eyes locking. I could tell what he was thinking.

He wanted to take me, to hold me tightly and never let go but he was asking for my permission. No one had ever asked me that before. Men from my past just took, giving nothing in return. H waited patiently for my answer and I gave it to him. I was still scared but he saw that as well. I can feel his hand gently cup my face, and bring my slightly bruised lips into a tender kiss. In that simple gesture I could tell he wanted me to trust him. This time, I let him take the lead.

I don’t how long we kissed but it felt like an eternity, our hands exploring every part of our bodies. I don’t think I ever felt so relaxed and unguarded like this but it felt so good. His hands trailed along the length of my body, making me arch into him. Even when he moved his hand to my inner thigh I let him. I grew a bit nervous as I felt the warmth move up but he waited until I calmed down. Once I did he reached out and gently, sought out my jewel.

I remember growing tense, expecting pain but none came. In fact, it was the complete opposite. Pleasure slowly began to flood my senses, gently coaxing me to relax, to trust him with everything. I felt like I had no choice but to submit but not without giving him a taste of his own medicine. Slowly I run my hand down his side, raking my nails along his skin just deep enough to stimulate the nerves. By the time he knew what I had planned, it was too late.

“Hidama...” he growled, bucking his hips into my hand. I know he wants me to continue and who was I to ignore a man in need? He felt so hard and hot as I pumped him slowly, rubbing the precum into his skin. I was starting to get wet but his fingers knew what they were doing. I could feel our combined heat rising, like the room was on fire. Looking into the hound’s eyes I knew he was thinking the same thing I was. Reluctantly we removed our hands and I sat up on my elbows as he moved into place, holding my legs spread open. Asking if I was ready I nodded and he slowly pushed inside.

I admit it hurt some but it was nothing compared to the pain I used to go through. He slides in easily though, filling me up I remember moaning his name deeply, gripping my sheets tightly. Oh great Inari he’s so big! I can hear him whisper my name, feel his gentle hands as they slide from my knees to under my shoulders, pulling me up against his chest. I moaned and wrap my arms around his shoulders as he pushes even deeper inside. His strong arms wrap around me tightly, holding me close. Neither of us moved as we got used to the situation. It had been ages since I last slept with any man, willing or not so I can imagine it must have been quite a tight fit but not once did he complain. His breathe feels so hot against my neck, panting softly he bucks his hips and I groan, wrapping my legs around his waist. I can feel his hand tangle in my hair and I wrap my hand around his shoulder as my eyes close.

Our bodies rocked as he thrusted up into me, my hips meeting his and causing a delicious friction. I loved how he felt inside and out, so hard and hot I craved more. I think that eye of his lets him read thoughts because he held him tighter and began to thrust harder. I growled deeply but meet him thrust for thrust, loving the feel of him moving deep inside. The sound of our wet skin meeting turned us on more, feeling his soft grunts as he held me as tightly as he could. I could feel my fingers dig into his back as the pleasure mounts. Our chests pressed tightly against one another I feel him move my long hair out of the way only to feel his fingers knead the back of my neck. I moan and let my head fall back, uttering his name under my breathe. Any tension I had left was released thanks to his magic fingers.

His hardness kept trying to go deeper and deeper, searching for another prize I let no man have. I know he wants to push me to the bed and take me as hard and fast as he wants but he doesn’t. Though he’s seeking he wants me to feel the pleasure in this act. I try to bring him in deeper, rubbing against him I can hear a faint pounding that isn’t our hearts pumping. I think I heard something slam open but I wasn’t sure until I heard a voice I would have rather not heard at the moment.

“We have trou-” the young blonde says before stopping, stares for a moment, then slams the door shut. On normal circumstances I would have not cared but even now I don’t but I can’t help but feel a bit miffed at having my privacy invaded like that-

Oh sweet heaven! Kakashi has found my jewel and is stroking it madly, making my body shudder. I don’t want him to stop; I want him to keep hitting that one spot. I don’t think I can take anymore. I can feel blood wield from where my teeth have cut into my tongue but I know I can’t hold back anymore. I feel myself raking my nails along his back as I bring my hips down as hard as I can and finally just--let go.

I can feel him stiffen and moan my name against my skin, feel him thrust into me with several hard thrusts before he falls still. A blast of molten heat shoots up inside, making me gasp then whimper softly. My body milks his for all he has, our release mingling deep inside. The warmth spreads to every part of my body. Oh gods, what have I been missing? But as much as I want to stay here with him I can’t. Temari came here for a reason and it had better be a good one.

Slowly I unwound my arms from the jounin and ease off his hips with a soft hiss. Our union is evident upon both of us but we don’t have time for a bath. “Didn’t prepare for an audience,” I hear him tease but I don’t have a reply for him. Smirking myself I slowly stand and pull on the first shirt I see. I realize it’s Kakashi’s as I pull my hair free and button it up some. I walk to the door to speak with the kuniochi but pause and look back at him.

“That was only the first lesson.” I step out of the room but leave the door open a crack behind me. The fan-wielding girl is still bright red with embarrassment but I don’t pay that any heed. "What's wrong?" I ask.

"Uh-" She blinks at e before quickly shaking her head and takes a deep breathe. "Minoru found a man outside the village. He said that he's unconscious but his forehead protector says he’s from Konoha." My eyes go wide and she nods as if reading my thoughts. "Gaara and Kankurou went to the hospital; I was sent to get you. I have to look for Naruto and Taka next."

"Go on then, we'll meet you at the hospital." I watch her leave before returning back into the bedroom. I watch as the Copy Hound pulls his pants on. "You heard?" He nods as he picks up our clothes, handing me mine, and continues to pull his on.

"And I can think of only one person right now who would come all the way out here. I'm just surprised Tsunade let him come alone," he answered.

"She needs every available ANBU to guard Konoha in case the Fallen Moon decide to do another invasion." I still don’t like that woman but she has some decent leadership skills. Neither of us care that our clothes are slightly wrinkle, or the fact that I’m wearing his shirt but as I grab my sword from its stand I feel him pull me into his arms. As much as I would love to tackle him to the bed and let him have his way with me we don’t have the time. "We have to go now."

"I know a faster way. Ninjutsu: Konoha Shunshin no Jutsu!" I know this jutsu, it was the reason the symbol of Konoha was a leaf with a swirl. I just hold onto him as I feel us leave my loft and appear in Suna’s hospital.
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