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Slightly Awkward	By : tillean Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 1731 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 1: The Faces We Wear and The Games We Play
By reputation Kaname Katou was an assassin of the highest level, a womanizer of the worst kind, and in general the kind of man you didn’t want to fuck with; but that was exactly the type of man Sakai Haruko was looking for.
Since entering the sterility of married life (to a man more than twice her age) Haruko had found herself seeking dangerous men. She found herself allowing them to ruthlessly fuck her against the brick wall of an alley-way, even calling them to her three month old marriage bed like a bitch in heat.
She loved the feeling of them inside her, hard and unmerciful. So unlike her doting husband whose gentle caresses made her feel dirty.
Haruko had been relatively comfortable in the brothel where Sakai Genno had met her, though that hadn’t always been the case. Originally she had been sold there by a lover who had “grown bored” with her; she had cried for days.
Then, when the proprietor was getting ready to beat her within an inch of her life, one of the regular customers had come to her and forced her body to comply to his desires.
She had cum three times before he even entered her, and then he had fucked her with a ruthless abandon she had never experienced before. When he was lying panting at her side he turned to look at her and said something that would change her life. “There now, you didn’t have time to feel anything but me, did you?”
She hadn’t, and from that moment she had loved the feeling of a straining, hard cock thrusting inside her… So why had she married Genno? Haruko had only bothered to seduce him away from the other women because he looked like a good tipper, but somehow when he had asked her how she had ended up there, she had felt compelled to tell him.
The next morning he had asked her to marry him, begged her on his knees with his head touching the floor as if she were royalty. She had found him pathetic but… endearing maybe? Or maybe she was just sick of being a whore. In either case, she had only agreed after he told her about the very profitable bar he owned two towns over.
She told herself that she married him for the money.
He was always gentle in his lovemaking, as if afraid she would break in his arms- and she couldn’t take it. After only two weeks of marriage she had gone into the bar next door to their home and sought out the most dangerous looking man she could find, being only discreet enough to not do more than talk in front of witnesses.
The man had taken her roughly from behind as she clutched the sink in the men’s bathroom, loving the feeling of him using her to fulfill his desire. She hadn’t cum, hadn’t even come close, but for the first time in two weeks she had felt powerful, in control; and unable to think about anything else…
She preferred one night stands, though she had found herself being pursued by a number of the regulars. Most of these men she easily brushed off, but not Matsu. He was too much the kind of man she normally pursued, perhaps the most dangerous man she had ever met—it was impossible to ignore his advances, but she loved the game between them.
When his eyes burned her skin she was too enraptured to feel anything else.
He watched her, almost like a man obsessed—but she knew better. Once he had her he would lose interest and move on to the next pretty face, so she refused to give in. She wanted him to be hers entirely, to lose complete control as he buried himself within her; and only then would she consider allowing him to do more than watch as she fucked her husband’s patrons night after night instead of him.
Haruko loved the feeling of Matsu’s eyes lingering on every inch of her exposed skin when she walked into a room, or stuck her ass in the air for a stranger in the same night she had denied him. She loved knowing that she was pushing him closer and closer to the edge of reason, and she wouldn’t stop until he was beyond it.
Tonight had been no different from any other night. She had dressed in a tight fitting red dress the same flaming color of her hair that covered her from knees to chin, but left nothing to the imagination. But the game had changed the moment she stepped into the bar-- Matsu hadn’t been the only truly dangerous man in the room.
She could still feel Matsu’s eyes on her as usual, singeing her lightly with the intensity she adored, but tonight she ignored him. Her own green eyes burning into the man sitting directly across the smoke filled bar from the door.
His black hair was pulled into a ponytail at the nape of his neck, giving a severity to the beauty of his face that was marred only by a single scar extending from just above his brow to just below his cheek bone. Feeling her eyes upon him he looked up and she was arrested by the darkness of his gaze. His eyes were as black as his hair, and filled with something that made her shiver in anticipation.
He noticed her reaction and smiled predatorily, beckoning her to him with the smallest crook of his finger. She found herself obeying before she could think twice, and after a moment she was standing before him as his hungry eyes roamed her body.
When he indicated the seat across from him she once again found her body obeying before the thought had even crossed her mind not to; but once seated, she found herself once again in control of her faculties.
“Let me introduce myself…” His voice was like warm honey dripping down her spine, but she refused to lose at a game she had perfected.
“Kaname Katou.” Her words were not a question and she smiled as he raised a single brow. “Your reputation precedes you.”
His smile was wicked. “All good things I hope?”
Her own eyes glinted wickedly as she leaned forward and ran one manicured nail down his hand that was holding the glass before him. “Assuredly not, I have little need for good men.”
His teeth flashed white in the dim light when he smiled. “What kind of man do you need then?”
Her smile widened and she leaned forward far enough to whisper in his ear. “Wicked, dangerous men who wouldn’t mind fucking the wife of the proprietor.”
His eyes flashed with something that could be interpreted as a dark hunger. “Are you sure that’s what you want my pet?”
Her own eyes flashed in challenge. “Of course not Kaname-san, but it is what I need.” Without preamble she stood, looking down at him with confidence, the perfect image of a woman about to get what she wanted.
The look he gave her was penetrating, but after a moment he stood and was obviously pleased that it was now him looking down on her regardless of her four inch heels. “Who am I to deny a woman’s needs? Shall we adjourn to my hotel room then? Or would you prefer we use the alley?”
She smiled as she looped her arm threw his. “Your hotel room would be fine, I don’t mind occasionally fucking on a bed.” Her nails bit into his arm a little as she spoke, but he showed no reaction to the pain.
“By all means then.” Haruko followed blithely as he led her out of the smoky bar, pointedly ignoring the double stare of both Matsu and her husband. Neither had heard the conversation, she was confident that no one had; but their eyes hadn’t left her since she had entered, and even as they left she knew that they were not completely alone.
“Do you often bring women you just met to your hotel room Kaname-san, or am I special?”
“Of course, a body like yours is worth a little risk.”
Pleased, Haruko relaxed against him and they walked the rest of the way in silence.
The town of Himedori was a prosperous one situated between Ame and Earth. It was also a town known for both debauchery and the discretion of its inhabitants. So despite the bright lights of the main streets, the alley ways and side streets were as quiet as they were dark.
And still she could feel eyes upon her.
When they reached the hotel she took only a moment to admire the grand foyer, taking in little of the sumptuous furnishings as Kaname guided her to a side stairway. His room was on the second floor situated between the main and side stairways, and above the dining room where soft piano music played at all hours.
He unlocked the door and allowed her to enter first before closing the door and slapping a sealing scroll across it.
“Now, would you care to explain why you’re not in Ame helping with the reconstruction Sakura?”
The glare she leveled him lacked the anger he expected. “It’s called diplomatic relations Hokage-sama.”
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Before leaving the village Kakashi had assured Tenzo that not only did it have to be him on this mission (because he already had a well known cover in the area), but also that he would be back in a week’s time.
That had been two weeks ago.
But it wasn’t his fault that the crime ring he had gone to destroy had been short one member, or that it had taken him a week to locate the son-of-a-bitch. In the end, he blamed Pakkun.
Or at least, he blamed Pakkun in his letter back to Tenzo. ‘Dog missed something, have to backtrack, will be late for dinner. ~Scarecrow ‘
He was reasonably sure that Tenzo was a nervous wreck by now. Seeing as Kakashi had forced Tenzo to impersonate him in his absence though, Kakashi couldn’t really blame him. But it was important for his cover that no one associate him with Leaf’s Hokage.
Eventually he had tracked his query to Himedori- specifically to Midori, a bar located in the downtown area of the city. Kakashi had rented a hotel room and had taken the time to secure it before heading down to Midori and situating himself so he could easily see the rest of the room.
He had only had to wait an hour before the S-class criminal walked through the door, and he had been pleased with the amount of alcohol the man was consuming. It would make everything a little bit easier.
As the night drew on, he mainly ignored the door, opting instead to play the part of Kaname Katou- connoisseur of women-- while discretely watching his target.
But when he felt eyes upon him he looked up and saw the last person he expected to see tonight.
He wanted to drag her outside and scream at her for endangering his mission, but that would only make it worse. Instead he took a page out of the book of Kaname.
Giving her a predatory smile, he beckoned to her while executing a seduction jutsu that had served him well with even the most stubborn of subjects in the past. And when she was standing before him he allowed his eyes to roam over her body, absently noting that she wore no undergarments.
When he indicated the seat across from him he pushed the jutsu a little further and then released it all together once she was seated.
“Let me introduce myself…” He wanted to answer a few of her questions before she had a chance to speak them aloud and put them both in jeopardy. But she surprised him again.
“Kaname Katou.” Her words were not a question and she smiled when he raised a surprised brow. For a moment he was thrown, she shouldn’t have known anything about his cover, let alone his name. “Your reputation precedes you.” Underneath the underneath. Kakashi analyzed her words quickly before responding.
I’ve heard rumors of Kaname’s recent activities.
His smile was wicked. “All good things I hope?”
Anything that gives me away to my target?
Her own eyes glinted wickedly as she leaned forward and ran one manicured nail down his hand that was holding the glass before him. “Assuredly not, I have little need for good men.”
Not really, but I’m going to be the one to take him down.
His teeth flashed white in the dim light when he smiled. “What kind of man do you need then?”
I will have a hand in this, what can I do?
Her smile widened and she leaned forward far enough to whisper in his ear. “Wicked, dangerous men who don’t mind fucking the wife of the proprietor.”
Play your part as Kaname and have sex with me.
Something that could have been misinterpreted as a dark hunger, but was actually closer to rage flashed through his eyes. “Are you sure that’s what you want my pet?”
You want to have sex with me?!
Her own eyes flashed in challenge. “Of course not Kaname-san, but it is what I need.”
I don’t want to, but it’s necessary.
When she stood, looking down at him in confidence, he gave her a penetrating look; calculating silently the likelihood of her claim. After a moment he stood and couldn’t stop the slight smile at her obvious agitation that she now had to look up at him. “Who am I to deny a woman’s needs? Shall we adjourn to my hotel room then? Or would you prefer we use the ally?”
Fine, but we’re going to debrief in my room. I’ve heard about some of your recent exploits too.
She smiled as she looped her arm through his. “Your hotel room would be fine, I don’t mind occasionally fucking on a bed.” Her nails bit into his arm a little as she spoke and it was all he could do not to cringe, though he managed.
Fine, but don’t you dare criticize me for keeping up my cover!
“By all means then.”
Point taken, move now, talk later.
She followed blithely as he led her out of the smoky bar, but he could still feel the tension of her body next to his.
“Do you often bring women you just met to your hotel room Kaname-san, or am I special?”
Do you trust me in this, or are you just making do?
“Of course, a body like yours is worth a little risk.”
Of course I trust you; you are one of my best.
He was pleased when he felt her relax a little, smiling like a cat with a bowl of cream and even going so far as to rest her head against his shoulder as they walked the rest of the way in silence.
When they reached the hotel he guided her to the side stairway. His room was on the second floor situated in such a way that he would have both privacy and multiple exits.
Kakashi unlocked the door and allowed her to enter first before closing the door and slapping a sealing scroll across it, finally allowing some of his anger to surface.
“Now, would you care to explain why you’re not in Ame helping with the reconstruction Sakura?”
The glare she leveled him lacked the anger he expected. “It’s called diplomatic relations Hokage-sama.”
Kakashi sighed as he stepped away from her and ran a hand through his hair and sat at the edge of the bed, facing her. “Okay, give me the short version.”
Sakura stood stiffly for a second before taking off her shoes and sitting a couple feet away from him on the bed (Kakashi never really had been one for formality).
“Three and a half months ago Ame received news that Matashi Matsu, one of their missing-nin, had been seen within Ame borders again. Konan felt that it was important to stop him, but she couldn’t afford to send any of the Ame-nin that might have been strong enough to not get themselves killed, so she asked me.”
Seeing the tension her words put in Kakashi’s shoulders Sakura corrected herself. “Well, she didn’t exactly ask me. It was more like she allowed me to overhear the details and then I volunteered.”
The look he gave her seemed to question her sanity. “Your mission was to help in the reconstruction of Ame as a representative of Konoha. How exactly is this helping with reconstruction?”
Sakura frowned at him. “I’m making it possible for them to keep the right people doing the right jobs and keep the reconstruction moving smoothly. If Konan had sent someone else it may have set them back by months.”
Kakashi looked away from her and lay back on the bed, resting his head on his crossed arms. “Hn.”
Sakura sighed at having averted a major argument. “Basically, we developed a strategy based on their knowledge of him and his habits, I established a cover story, and have since then have been maintaining my cover. For a while I was mainly relying on genjutsu, but once he began to notice me I had to abandon it…”
Kakashi knew what she didn’t say. That Matsu was too good a shinobi to risk using a genjutsu, that she had slept with innumerable men to maintain her cover.
“How close are you to finishing the mission?”
Instead of responding Sakura crawled over to him and threw a leg over his hips to effectively straddle him. Leaning down she whispered in his ear. “He’s watching now, be careful what you say—he can read lips quite well.”
Before he could respond he was caught off guard by her teeth nibbling his ear. “I’m very close to my objective, I think he’ll break after watching me with someone he could consider a rival.” Her lips trailed down his neck and his hands fell to the small of her back instinctively as she nibbled at his collar bone. “This has to be real Kakashi, don’t make me do all the work.”
Duly chastened, Kakashi grasped her hips and ground into her; and (despite Kakashi’s obvious lack of arousal) Sakura acted appropriately, throwing her head back with a moan that Matsu would have found very convincing if he had been able to hear it through Kakashi’s sealed barrier.
Little Kakashi was certainly becoming convinced rather quickly.
Suddenly feeling that Kaname would never allow a woman to be the one in power, Kakashi flipped their positions before attacking her mouth with his own. When she opened her mouth for him he eagerly caressed and battled her tongue for dominance, every second making him forget a little more that this was Sakura- that they were being watched—that this was a mission.
When he pulled away from his mouth to assault her neck she panted into the crook of his neck. “Do you have a condom?”
He shook his head, being careful to keep his mouth buried in her hair as he responded. “ANBU had me get a vasectomy when I created this cover, we’re good.” She nodded and then moaned raggedly as he bit her clavicle through the fabric of her high collared dress.
They lost themselves to the moment, both allowing their minds to wonder.
For Kakashi, Sakura became the red haired goddess from chapter fifteen of Icha-Icha Tactics; but for Sakura… she refused to fantasize. Instead, she focused on making all the right sounds at the right times, while using the smallest thread of chakra to prepare her body for what they would do.
It was always like this for her. The only chakra she could use undetected was that which she used on herself, and even then, only in small amounts. So once Matsu had begun watching her she had resorted to this method, as opposed to the genjutsu that would have given her away in seconds.
She refused to fantasize because she didn’t want to create an image in her mind that no man could live up to. If there was one thing that could be said of Sakura, it was that she was dedicated. Whether for work, or friends, or lovers (not that she’d had a real one in a while), Sakura was both dependable and faithful.
To her, not fantasizing meant remaining faithful to whomever she found herself with in the future. Because despite only having had a handful of dates and a few explorative romps (outside of work) in twenty-six years of life, Sakura still believed in romance. And she refused to give herself completely for anything less.
That of course didn’t mean that she didn’t enjoy the way Kakashi kissed his way down her newly exposed skin with each button he undid down the back of her dress. Nor did it stop her from relishing the fact that with only a few strokes of her hand she had the great Copy-nin Kakashi, Konoha’s Rokudime, half begging her to let him inside her.
She loved it.
She just didn’t love him.
But that was alright. Sex and love had become separate things to her seven years ago when she had lost her virginity just to get it over with. Then, she had trusted the man not to spread rumors or carry diseases- and her faith had been well placed. Many girls who waited for ‘love’ couldn’t make that claim.
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Kakashi had allowed himself to indulge fully in the fantasy of the lovely Aiko as he nibbled Sakura’s neck and kissed her velvet skin, as she stroked him and he nearly came in her hand. But when he went to kiss her perfect mouth and noticed her far off eyes, a large part of him rebelled.
He was intelligent enough to know what that look meant, that she had set her body on auto drive, practically left him alone in the room. His ego refused to accept this; though he tried.
Was he not doing a version of the same thing himself; imagining Sakura to be someone else just so he could look her in the eye in the future? Did it really matter that, despite the sounds coming from her mouth and movements of her body against his, she was a thousand miles away?
Yes, unfortunately for them both, it did.
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