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Seasons of the Sharingan	By : danceswithninjas Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4124 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Kakashi wasn't looking forward to reporting to Sakura. He dutifully told her what he had told Ibiki.
"Kakashi, I assure you that you have nothing to fear from Uchiha Sasuke. No one ever will again. I want you to go home, eat, sleep, and relax. You're off duty for a couple of weeks until whatever meds Ibiki gives you kicks in."
"Thank you, Sakura Sama."
"What did I tell you about that?" she asked.
"I'm sorry," he said, "but it's so hard not to think of you as little Sakura, and I need to deal with you as my superior now."
"I understand," Sakura said.
"I'm very proud of you."
"Thank you, Sensei. That means a lot to me."
Ibiki found him before he left the tower and gave him a bottle of medicine. "Take the anti-depressants I gave you, but take these too. They'll help with the hallucinations."
He went to his house long enough to change out of the ridiculous civilian clothes. He'd left his flak jacket at Gai's but otherwise he looked at the person he saw in the mirror every day. Almost. He had stubble coming in, but he decided to wait before he shaved.
I wonder if Gai likes the way facial hair feels? I should find out.
It was with a lighter heart that he went to Gai's.
"I hoped you'd come," Gai said.
"I've cummed when we were together before," Kakashi said, and then laughed at Gai's surprised expression.
"You'll never be as much of a hentai as I am, Gai."
"Is that a challenge?" Gai asked, "because I accept."
"Not tonight though," Kakashi said. "I'd just like to hang out."
"We can do that," Gai said. They had a quiet dinner and went to sleep with Gai holding Kakashi a little too tightly, but Kakashi not telling him to stop. It made him feel safe.
Sakura, on the other hand, did not have a pleasant evening. Even the short time she was gone had left her with even more work than usual, and she didn't leave the Hokage Tower until well after midnight. She looked at the hospital, the pride of Konoha, and she thought of how much of herself she'd left there over the years.
The next morning Sakura went to the hospital at 6 a.m. She went to the basement and an elevator guarded by an ANBU. The floors moved by so slowly, and she had more time to think than she wanted to. Her mind kept turning to the memory of Neji's broken body, of Gai wailing at his funeral, of her Sensei insane with the pain Sasuke had caused.
I need to be more clinical about this, she thought. She stepped out into the hallway on the unmarked floor. An ANBU stood guard.
It was bare. Even the fluorescent lights seemed harsher, more like the jail this floor really was. She shuddered. I need to make sure those ANBU are rotated often. This is a dismal place.
She opened the door to room 5 and smiled despite her intentions. Sasuke lay there, not responding, but she didn’t expect him to. She lifted the bandage to check on his stitches, and she saw that the four inch incision in the front of his forehead would leave a nasty scar.
He looked so different from the Sasuke she'd known, with his head shaved for surgery, and the bandage covering the place where his eyes had been.
"Filth," she said. "You deserve everything that's going to happen to you. You deserve worse, but this is the best I could come up with on short notice."
Sasuke didn't even seem to notice she was there. He lay quietly with a bit of drool slipping from his mouth.
The kinder part of Sakura wanted to wipe it away, but she let it stay. She remembered how arrogant he'd been, how powerful, and the contrast between his former self and this crumbling wreck pleased her.
Two nurses came in, and they were surprised to see her.
"I came to make sure the procedure is successful," Sakura said. "I know this isn't the first time you've done this, but I haven’t been able to find the time to come over here."
The male nurse handcuffed Sasuke to the bed and left, while the young nurse began getting ready for the procedure.
"I'm not familiar with this," Sakura said. "How does it work?"
"It's much like dealing with pigs," the nurse said in a strong country drawl. "A direct shock to his prostate will produce semen for us to collect."
"That sounds painful," Sakura said.
"The pigs don't care for it much. This is the third time we've done it. He fights a little, so we restrain him, but he seems to forget fairly quickly."
"How can he fight at all?" Sakura asked. "The lobotomy should have destroyed most of his higher brain functions."
"He struggles weakly," the nurse said. "I don't think he understands what's happening to him, just that he's in pain."
"No," Sakura said. "He shouldn't have the mental capacity for that."
"He can still speak a bit," the nurse said.
"Begin the procedure," Sakura said.
The nurse pulled the sheet back and opened Sasuke’s gown. A catheter ran into his penis, and a tube for a colostomy bag into his anus.
Kind of like tentacles, Sakura thought. How appropriate.
A second tube ran from a machine into Sasuke’s anus. The nurse put a container around his penis, and turned a dial on the machine. She pressed a button, Sasuke's body jerked, and his eyes went wide as he ejaculated.
He pulled weakly at his bonds. "No," he said. He still didn't seem aware of the people around him. "Hurts."
He stopped and lay still again while the nurse collected and labeled the sample with the date and "S1". She looked miserable.
"You pity him?" Sakura asked. "You can speak honestly. This is an important program. I need to know what you're feeling"
"He does that every time," she said. "I know better than to question orders, but this is hard. It makes me wish I'd never left the farm to be a ninja."
"Would it help you to know that he raped and tortured a Konoha ninja so badly that he might not survive, and even if he does the rest of his life will be traumatic? It was someone who was trying to help him too, someone very close to me, and I might lose him because of this piece of trash."
"I'm sorry, Hokage-sama. I had no idea."
"I'll have you reassigned. If it's this simple an ANBU could do it. I might have you in here if something goes wrong, but I don't think you're cut out for this heartless work."
"Thank you, Hokage-sama."
After she left Sakura leaned down close to Sasuke.
"Sasuke?"
He turned his head toward her, finally realizing someone was near him, or more likely responding to the sound. "Do you feel the tentacles inside you, Sasuke? They'll be there for the rest of your life. Every day you'll feel that shocking pain deep inside, and you'll supply me with enough genetic material to make an army if I want to."
Sasuke didn't respond.
"I wish you could understand," Sakura said. "For the rest of your life every morning an ANBU is going to come in here, he's going to turn a dial and press a button, and a machine will rape you."
She sighed at his lack of reaction. "I hope you live a long time," she said. As she went back to the Hokage Tower the satisfaction faded to be replaced with a lingering sadness and the expectation of a few shots of sake.
Sensei was right. Revenge doesn’t bring joy, but what else do I have?
Ibiki came later to ask her about a mission, and he immediately noticed how deflated she seemed.
"You don't seem like yourself today," he said.
"It's personal," Sakura said.
"I am here to serve," Ibiki said. "I can listen if nothing else."
"It seems childish," Sakura said, "but I have no one that I can be truly close to now. Tsunade had Shizune, but I have no one."
"I can turn my position over to Shizune if you want," Ibiki said irritably.
"No," Sakura said. "You're doing an excellent job. But even though Tsunade was her Master, they were partners."
"They did work well together," Ibiki said. "We'll have that in time. You chose me because we're simpatico. Even before you were Hokage we were paired together on missions."
"I know, but I mean they were partners."
"I didn't know that," Ibiki said.
"Not many people did. I can't ever let anyone get that close to me. I am the Hokage, and a relationship would complicate things too much."
She scoffed."I told you it was childish. I went to see Sasuke, and I enjoyed watching him suffer, but there's nothing afterward. My heart is cold and empty."
"No," Ibiki said. "You make room in your heart for the whole village. I see it every day. I admire you for it, professionally and personally."
"Thank you," she said. "I'll have to learn to make that be enough."
"No one can do this alone, but I think you might need something else. I'm old enough to have seen my share of human problems, but what I would advise will probably offend you."
Sakura laughed. "Offend me then. You have me curious."
"You need a way to let off some steam. Minato-sama had his wife, and apparently Tsunade-sama had Shizune, but it wasn't uncommon for the other Hokages to have an ANBU or Jounin give them some - relief occasionally. The lucky ninjas thought of it as a perk of the job, and the Hokage didn't have to worry about security issues with such high ranking ninjas. Both parties understood their role, and I never knew of any fallout from it."
"Are you serious?" Sakura asked. "How do you know about this?"
"It wasn't a secret," Ibiki said. "Sandaime occasionally chose Anko, and she would brag for days afterward. It was considered an honor."
Sakura thought about it. "I couldn't," she said. "I wouldn't know how to begin a conversation like that."
"Well, a few times Sandaime told me that he was stressed and could use some relief, and we went from there," Ibiki said without any sign of embarrassment.
"You mean you two were a couple?" Sakura asked.
"No. I just helped him a few times. Those are good memories. I didn't really enjoy the sex - anal isn't my thing, but that's what he wanted. I always felt so connected to him after that first time though."
"I'm really stressed," Sakura said quietly. "I could use some relief."
Ibiki's eyes went wide. "Hokage-sama. I'm honored."
"Could you please call me Sakura, at least while we do this?" she asked. "I feel like a shadow without any of myself left."
"I am more than happy to meet your needs, Sakura," Ibiki said, "but there are dozens of virile young ANBU and Jounin that you must prefer. I can approach them for you if you need me to. I'm sure any of them would jump at the chance."
Sakura entwined her hand in his. "I choose you," she said. "I trust you more than anyone I know."
Ibiki smiled, and for the first time Sakura saw him relax.
Sakura looked around. "But how, where did you...?"
"Well, Sandaime-sama just bent me over the desk, but that hardly seems appropriate in this situation."
"There's my private lounge in the back," Sakura said. "I keep a bedroll back there for nights when I'm too tired to go home."
"That will work," he said.
Sakura paged her secretary and told her that she had an important meeting, and that she was not to be disturbed. She locked the door to her office.
"It isn't necessary to be secretive," Ibiki said. "It's expected. I assumed Kakashi served this role since you two are close."
Sakura laughed. "Ewww. My Sensei? No. I guess I'm shy about such things though. I'd rather my secretary didn't know."
"As you wish," Ibiki said.
"This is very strange to me," Sakura said. "I don't want you to do this if you don't want to."
"This will be one of the mist pleasant duties ever assigned to me. I wouldn't have allowed myself to follow thoughts in this direction, but you are a beautiful woman."
"No one has said that to me sincerely for years," Sakura said.
"Then Konoha is full of either foolish or intimidated men. You are one of the most beautiful women in the Fire Nation, probably the world.”
They both disrobed self-consciously, and Ibiki put his arm across his chest, covering a huge, jagged scar. His body was crossed with a network of scars from burns, abrasions, stabbings, and any number of weapons, plus the tools that had been used on him during his interrogation. His skin was a patchwork of colors and textures. It looked like a topographical map.
"No one but Sandaime Sama and a few medical people have seen my body. I understand if you want to stop this."
"Because of a few scars?" she asked. "Konoha must be full of foolish or intimidated women. I have a few professional questions," she said, looking at the scar from what must have been a massive would through his stomach, "but that can wait."
If his body was disfigured, her's was the epitome of kunoichi fitness. Her arms and legs had muscles that were too muscular to be considered beautiful on a civilian, but as Ibiki looked at her perky breasts and those enticingly dark brown nipples he felt like an extremely lucky man.
He laughed awkwardly. He had grown hard while they talked, but he hadn't tried to touch her yet.
Sakura looked down at him. "Well, at least I know you're into it."
She lay on the bedroll and waited, not quite knowing what to do. The two men she'd slept with in her life had both been to accomplish mission objectives, and both of them had been aggressive with her.
Ibiki positioned himself over her. He squeezed her breasts and then bent and took a nipple into his mouth, toying with the other one while he sucked on her erect nipple.
She moaned and put her hands on his back. She hadn’t even known that her nipples were that sensitive, but when he took his mouth off to take it to her other breast the sudden chill air on her wet nipple was exquisite. He sucked at her other breast fondling and pinched a hard, wet nipple as he sucked. When he finished he kissed each nipple gently.
When he kissed her it was gentle, entirely unlike what she'd expected. And then she felt a finger tentatively touching her vulva. She closed her eyes and sighed as he began to massage her, rubbing her labia and clitoris.
"Are you feeling less stressed?" he asked.
"Oh yes," she said.
He pushed a finger inside her while he kissed her, and then he moved down the bed so that he could position himself better.
A pink Brazilian, he thought as he stroked her pubic hair. How adorable.
He bent and kissed her just above the hairline, almost reverently. Then he pulled her lower lips apart and licked her, dragging his tongue all the way from the back of her labia to the front. He immediately loved the slightly tangy taste and musky smell of her.
Sakura gasped and let out a small, "oh!" She moaned and ran a hand across his head.
He poked his tongue inside her and pushed it as deep as it would go. When Sakura responded positively with a squeak and another deep moan he fluttered it inside her, and when her hips began to move slowly up and down he pulled it almost out and thrust it in again quickly, which he continued to do as her pelvis rose to meet him.
He let her set the pace, and he pulled his tongue out and put his mouth around the small knob of her clitoris. He sucked gently, teasing it with his tongue and growing more excited as Sakura continued to move her hips as if he was already penetrating her.
"Put it inside me” she said.
He happily complied, pushing past the initial resistance of tense muscles unused to sex. As he began to penetrate her he felt more alive than he had in years. When he began to thrust she panted and ground her hips against him. He began moving faster and harder, and when she came she let out a long, deep moan.
"Come inside me when you're ready," she said, and a few minutes later he did just that. He pulled out and rested against her, putting his leg over her's as she lay on her back. It was entirely too possessive a gesture, but in his post coital happiness he didn't care.
Sakura sighed. "You give good advice."
"I try, Sakura."
"Next time we should have some food in here, for afterwards," Sakura said.
"We?" Ibiki asked. "Any ninja would be honored to do this. You don't have to stick with me."
"I don't understand why you're suddenly so self-conscious. You're usually so strong and aggressive."
"Kakashi isn't the only one with those sorts of problems," Ibiki said. "My captors never used tentacles on me, but they had more than enough ways to rape me."
"I didn't know," Sakura said. "I'm sorry."
"It was a long time ago," Ibiki said. "I've never been open with anyone about this before."
"Now I feel honored," Sakura said.
She noticed the clock. "Damn it. As nice as it would be I can't stay here all day."
They both dressed slowly, trying to postpone their return to the outside world.
"If you'll excuse me, Hokage Sama," Ibiki said.
"Does it have to be this way?" Sakura asked.
"When the clothes are on, yes. But please let me know when you are stressed again."
"I will," she said.
Ibiki had a long day of police work ahead of him, and several co-workers mentioned that he seemed distracted. He left work late and walked slowly to his favorite bar, a dive on the slightly questionable side of town.
He took a seat at the bar and ordered a double whiskey while he thought about that firm young body beneath him, and how hard it was to reject Sakura's obvious need for an actual relationship.
Anko sat next to him with her usual predatory grin. "Hey, the police are here. I guess I'd better hide my drugs."
"You don't do drugs," Ibiki said.
"You don't know that for sure. You'll have to strip search me to find out."
"I'm not in the mood for this Anko."
"Sometimes you are no fun," Anko said. "Kakashi has been lame lately too. Both of my friends have just taken a mental vacation."
"So go hang out with someone else," Ibiki said.
"Everyone else is scared of me except Gai, and I can't spend much time with him without getting a headache."
Ibiki drank his whiskey and ordered another. "And whatever she wants," he said, gesturing at Anko.
"Well, that is nice," Anko said and ordered a beer. “Hard day?"
"No," Ibiki said. "I just wanted to come in here and have a quiet drink, you know, alone."
Anko rolled her eyes. "Sure you did. Or are you moping for some reason? Has the Pink Princess been mean to you?"
"Don't be nasty Anko," Ibiki said. "I know you don't like her, but she's doing a good job. And she's blonde now, so that dumb nickname makes even less sense."
He remembered that little bit of hidden pink hair, as if she'd hidden just a bit of her old self away. A self she had chosen to show him.
"Who are you thinking about?" Anko asked.
"That's my business," he said. He remembered shyly telling Asuma that Sandaime had taken him, and he wished he could have told her the truth now. He would have loved to tell Anko that he'd helped their master relieve her stress, and that she had enjoyed it so much she wanted there to be a second time, but he respected her wishes and said nothing.
As if Anko would believe me anyway, he thought. Why would she? I barely believe it myself.
"Hey, answer me," Anko said, pushing him slightly. "Who is it?"
"New girl at the station," Ibiki said.
"That'd boring," Anko said. "Is she good in bed?"
"Amazing. And she doesn't mind the scars."
"I'm glad for you," Anko said. "Be careful. People like us don't get fairy tale endings. We get the jerks who want to use us."
Anko's dark eyes were full of pain for just a second, and her smile returned. "Well, got to go. I'm sure there is something interesting tonight in Konoha."
She was gone so quickly he didn't even have time to ask her to clarify. People like us? he wondered. He didn't want to follow the thought very far. He knew it could only lead his thoughts to Orochimaru and Anko, and his torturers and himself.
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