'Konoha is kind of eerie at night,' Kakashi dizzily thought as he worked his way slowly along a swaying telephone wire. He was taking the high road so as to not scare any civilians out for a late night stroll.

The moon hung past its apex in the blurry sky. Kakashi guessed it was two, two-thirty. The quietest time of night.

Behind him was the main gate where drowsy guards had flinched slightly at the sight of his ANBU mask and the feel of his fizzling chakra and quickly waved him through. In the distance ahead was the Hokage tower with its lights still burning beacon bright through the windows on the top floor. Equidistant between these two points was Konoha General Hospital. If he just kept walking straight forward he'd get there.

Eventually.

Blood from his wound had saturated his entire left side from shoulder to ankle. He could hear it dripping from the sole of his sandal and falling meters down to the ground below.

Kakashi tripped onto the roof of a slightly leaning building and made for the fire escape, unsure if that sick swirling feeling was from vertigo or blood loss.

Where was he going again?

His feet crashed down the rickety steel ladder. A light in one of the windows burst on. A sleepy tabby cat roared up and hissed at him out of the darkness.

Where'd he come from?

Somehow now on the ground again Kakashi stumbled forward a few steps and then leaned into the shadows of a sagging garden wall.

The hospital, that's right.

The excruciating pain in his shoulder was starting to feel far away. So was everything else.

He'd run full out to get here.

Where was here?

He pushed himself off the wall and limped toward the main street.

Konoha. This was Konoha.

It was kind of eerie at night.

Little dots were chasing themselves across his vision. The road seemed to be sloping forever uphill.

His feet were being stubborn and heavy. 'Move dammit,' he thought at them.

Sakura was at the hospital.

He giggled a little bit wetly. I'm late. She's going to be pissed. His mouth tasted like blood.

How was it possible to feel both warm and cold? He reached out to brace against a shaky metal trash can.

Get to Sakura.

Suddenly pain lanced through his shoulder like an arrow, his nerves firing in a barrage. A whimper tore from his punished lungs.

His vision peeled white and the whole world tilted right and collapsed into nothingness.

When Kakashi awoke with a start, he instantly knew where he was. Konoha General Hospital, third floor, inpatient care.

White, sterile, safe.

He assessed his condition sluggishly as painful consciousness developed around him.

The sharingan was burning but covered. His black mask, thankfully, was still in place. His left shoulder and chest were covered in bandages, and his left arm was held immobile by a sling. There were two lines, blood transfusion and IV, running to his right wrist where they were heavily tapped. He wouldn't be able to pull them out given the incapacitated left arm. Smart nurses. His throat was dry, his head was sore and his body was aching. He was alive.

And in the room's open window sat Shiranui Genma, reading Icha Icha Tactics and sucking happily on a senbon. He was kitted out in full ANBU gear, his porcelain mask cocked to the side of his head.

"Welcome back," Genma smirked and snapped the book shut. It was Kakashi's book, he noted blurrily.

Kakashi worked his tongue around his dry mouth and tried out words "How long?" he rasped.

"A day."

Not great, but it could have been worse.

"Did you go out?" Kakashi asked more sharply now, eyeing Genma's uniform.

"Nope. I've been waiting for you to wake the fuck up and brief me."

Kakashi groaned as he shifted in his bed, "Sorry to keep you waiting."

Genma hopped down from his perch and ambled over to a small bedside table. "Here, here" he said lightly, and held out a plastic tumbler filled with water. "Drink."

Kakashi watched Genma watch his mask with interest, then turned his face away.

"Stubborn bastard." Genma gulped the water down in one refreshing swig.

"You're just trying to take advantage of me," Kakashi pouted as he shakily reached to fumble with the remote on the bed that would help him sit upright. The bed beeped but did nothing. He pushed another button and heard a whirring. Nothing happened again. He sighed.

The guest chair creaked as Genma flopped down into it and propped his feet up onto the foot of the hospital bed. Kakashi's eyes were drawn to where he still held Icha Icha in his lap.

"So?" his friend asked pointedly as he twirled his senbon around in his teeth.

"I didn't ask for a fight," Kakashi sank back into his pillow and defended half-heartedly. "He hired a missing nin. It was unavoidable."

"Get any idea why he turned?"

Kakashi shook his head and jabbed weakly at another button on the bed's remote. It made a shrieking sound but did nothing else. "Not before I killed him. Them. I killed them both."

One of Genma's eyebrows rose. "Do you think her cover's blown?"

"I honestly don't know," Kakashi exhaled against the sick feeling bubbling in his stomach and scruffed a hand through his gritty hair.

"Then why'd you kill the broker?"

"Collateral damage," he responded evasively, and looked back at Icha Icha.

A long moment spread out between them as a skeptical Genma stared at Kakashi, and a stubborn Kakashi stared at his hostage book.

The increasing throbbing in his shoulder eventually broke the stalemate. He wanted to end this conversation and go back to sleep. "Fine," he surrendered. "I was pissed. What if he'd turned after we handed her off?"

Genma nodded in understanding. "What if indeed? And the missing nin?"

"Lightning, I think. Fast." His newest wound pulsed at the memory. "And dead." A chilly aura filled the small room.

Genma tensed a bit and pulled his feet down from the bed. "Right. So, where am I going?"

Kakashi closed his eye and rattled off the coordinates. "The bodies are at North 35, 41, 38.76. East 139, 42, 13.5. In a gulley. The broker's place is a mile northwest of there. Look for the red tiled roof next to a soapland."

Genma memorized the details with ease. "Kabuki-cho, huh? I guess I should get going," he remarked as he casually rose from his chair.

Kakashi's tired eye followed the book still held in his friend's hand.

Genma sauntered over to the beeping and whirring machines near the bed. He set Icha Icha on top of one, just out of Kakashi's reach, and then poked at a button he seemed very familiar with. Immediately pain relief started flowing from the machine down into Kakashi's arm. "Get some rest. You look like shit."

Kakashi felt his body flood with lightness. So no Icha Icha. But this wasn't so bad. "Thanks. Be careful," he mumbled and blinked.

"Oh, by the way, she did it."

"Hm?" he asked groggily.

"No bra. Three days straight," Genma smiled rakishly back at him and plucked the senbon from between his lips.

That made Kakashi feel warm. "Good girl," he slurred as he drifted off.

"You're in trouble, you sick fuck," his friend shook his head in amusement before pulling his mask into place and disappearing out the window.

When he woke again there were two pretty nurses giggling in his room. It was early morning, judging from the soft light and tittering bird song drifting in through the open window.

Kakashi felt much better. Much. His left arm was still in the sling but the pain was a background noise now.

He took in a deep, cleansing breath.

A fresh breeze was playing in the curtains and his mouth tasted like mint. He was now bare chested and his skin and his scalp felt cool and refreshed. The bandages were new and less than before. Even the mask on his face had been exchanged.

How had he managed to sleep straight through two pretty nurses giving him a sponge bath?

Kakashi turned his head to see what they were huddled together giggling about. One was holding a towel against her breast and blushing bright. The other had his Icha Icha open and tilted just so, so that both could read it together.

"I can't believe he reads this in public," the blushing one whispered.

Her friend turned a page and gawked at the text. "Is that really possible?"

"Oh my god, that's so bad."

Kakashi made sure to stay still as he observed the two with a great deal of pleasure.

"Can that really go there?" the blonde asked with surprise.

"Maybe you should ask him when he wakes up," the other teased, and they both broke into a fit of giggles again.

"Just what do you two think you're doing?" a familiar voice slashed through the room and abruptly ended his fun.

"Haruno-san!" the one with the book screeched and dropped it on the floor. Kakashi crankily watched it fall. "We are so sorry!" They both ducked their chins and looked ashamed as a white-coated Sakura stepped through the door, hands on hips and a scowl on her face.

"Do you two think it appropriate or professional to be reading pornography at work?" she shot a little glare at Kakashi, and he flinched slightly at the affront.

"No Haruno-san. Please forgive us," they bowed.

"Get out," she pointed at the door. "And don't let me catch you doing it again."

The girls hastily gathered up their implements and rushed from the room.

Sakura stepped aside to let them escape, then slammed the door closed a little too aggressively.

"They're scared of you, huh?" Kakashi joked. He was given no response.

She didn't make eye contact with him as she grabbed his chart and walked over to the machines connected to him. He noticed there was one less now that his blood transfusion line was out.

She studied the numbers and made a few adjustments and notes in stony silence.

He considered her passively.

She was angry.

"You're an idiot," she finally ground out.

"Ah," he replied.

She rounded on him then and her eyes were fiery and her fist clenched. "We station a medic at the gate for a reason."

He shrugged his uninjured shoulder at her, "I thought I could make it."

"But you couldn't make it could you?" she yelled and slammed the chart down on the side table with a bang. "I swear," she marched over and plucked Icha Icha off the floor and then threw it down angrily again, much to his dismay. "One day you are going to die in the most embarrassing way and completely ruin what little reputation you have left."

"Sakura…" he weakly reached out to grab her wrist as she paced past, but missed.

"That poor old lady found you passed out and bleeding to death under her trashcans. She thought the foxes were getting into them again, but no! It was just one of Konoha's most elite shinboi who is too much of an idiot to admit when he needs help."

She threw herself down into the chair and then abruptly stood again to continue her pacing rant.

"I can't believe what a fool you are. We used up a good percentage of our O supply just getting you stable. You complete moron."

She seemed to be slowing down so Kakashi gave her the space to vent.

"I was—I was really worried about you Kakashi-sensei," she finally looked at him then, and he could see the vulnerability and fear clouding her face. "You idiot," she added, ruining the moment.

He reached out his good hand, palm up in supplication, and she gristled a little before stepping forward to take it. "I'm sorry I worried you," he said sincerely and brushed his thumb across her knuckles in small circles.

The intimacy of the gesture caught her off guard. She looked down at where they were linked and blushed.

Kakashi continued, "I thought I could make it to you, but I ended up causing you a lot of trouble."

His admission made her blush harder. She let out a little huff of air and calmed visibly. "Just don't do it again, okay?"

He smiled and squeezed her hand. "Okay."

Sakura seemed flustered for a moment by his candor, but suddenly remembered herself. She gave a little shake of her head and cleared her throat. "I'm sorry I haven't come by sooner. I was in surgery all day."

"It's okay," he teased. "Two pretty young nurses kept me busy with a sponge bath. They were very gentle."

Sakura scoffed and yanked her hand from his. "Pervert," she muttered, as she pressed a button on his bed that had it lifting him into a sitting position. "So how are you feeling?" she questioned, back in doctor mode.

Kakashi glared at the button with irritation. "A little offended, honestly. But much better than yesterday."

Sakura reached to the bedside table and handed him a cup of water with a straw in it then turned to give him privacy to drink. "That's to be expected. You've had two chakra healing sessions since then, and I think with two more you should be able to get out of here tomorrow morning."

Kakashi stuck the straw under his mask and drank down the whole glass as he eyed the open window wistfully. "Great."

She turned back around and took the cup from him and discarded it before perching in the guest chair. A worried little divot marred her brow. She seemed to be bracing herself for what came next. "Can you tell me what happened?"

Kakashi looked past her to the window and what he could see of Konoha spreading out beyond it. It looked like a nice, normal late summer day in the village. The perfect type of day to lounge under the cool bows of a leafy tree and read a good book. Maybe Sakura would meet her friend Ino for lunch. Later they'd probably go to the pub where he'd bump into her. They'd banter a bit over drinks before going their separate ways. To their separate homes. To their separate beds. It would be simple.

But things weren't that simple anymore. Now their relationship was colored by sex and the threat of danger.

Internally he debated with himself over how much to tell her. He trusted her implicitly, but he didn't want to make her worry. In the end, he decided on a sanitized version of the truth.

"The broker's dead."

"What?" she asked with alarm.

"I killed him. He decided not to play nice anymore and hired a missing nin for protection. I killed him too."

Sakura took in the information, and he watched the calculations happening behind her eyes. If she was aware that a new element of risk was now in the picture, she hid it from him well. "What are we going to do?"

"Don't worry," Kakashi minimized and looked up to think. "You can dig up worms from under almost any rock. A couple of threats, a little extortion, we'll find someone to play along."

"Okay," she agreed easily. Her trust in him was unwavering, and his chest ached a little because of it.

He shifted in the bed and swallowed a little hiss.

Concern for him flashed across her face. She quickly stood and turned to the machines to press a few buttons, and he felt the pain promptly fading away to be replaced by a light-headed euphoria. "No more, Sakura. I'm feeling much better."

"Really," she harrumphed, but lowered the volume, then reached around his shoulders to help guide him into a more comfortable position. She fussed with his sling and the pillows a bit and Kakashi enjoyed her smell and proximity. "An idiot with a death wish is what you are."

"Remember when you used to respect me?"

"Never," she answered bluntly as she pressed her hands gently against his left shoulder, closed her eyes and began pouring chakra in.

Sakura's chakra was a joy to experience every time. It lapped through his system cool and soft. Whereas other medics' chakra favored blunt forced efficiency, Sakura's always felt gentle and non-invasive. She wielded it with the finesse of an artist with a paint brush as she delicately rebuilt the bones and tissues marred by violence. He loved being healed by her.

Kakashi relaxed under her hands and studied her face. Slight smudges under her eyes suggested a late night before, but her cheeks still glowed healthy. Her hair was up in the practical pony tail he'd often seen her wear when she was healing. He fought the urge to reach up and pull it out.

His gaze drifted lower and then he remembered with a shock— Sakura wasn't wearing a bra. She wasn't wearing a bra and the hard little pebbles of her nipples were pressing through the material of her shirt under the white coat.

His mind stuttered.

Because she wasn't wearing a bra.

"You're still not wearing a bra," he observed distantly as his good hand lifted on its own to run up her side.

"What?" She glanced down at him distractedly, but continued healing, all business. "No, you told me not to."

His hand slowly rose to cup her breast and she froze, still leaning above him. "I can see your nipples." He ran a thumb slowly over one of the little pebbled bumps in wonder. "They're hard."

"Kakashi—" she had stopped healing and was turning towards him. Driven forward by instinct and pain meds, Kakashi wrapped his arm around her and pressed his face into the warm space between her breasts. He held her and breathed her in deeply.

"Sensei, please don't—"

"So soft," he mumbled into her chest. His mouth moved and captured one sweet nipple and he bit it lightly through the fabric of his mask and her shirt. He moaned at her little gasp. "Were you a good girl while I was gone?"

Suddenly Sakura evaded his hold and backed away a few steps. "Kakashi-sensei, please." His hand chased her but she was out of his reach. "You need to rest. The pain meds…"

Kakashi lulled his head back and looked up at the ceiling. "You're probably right," he sighed. He was increasingly losing the will to behave himself when she was around. And it wasn't because of pain meds.

Surprised at his easy compliance, Sakura stepped back besides the bed and took his hand in hers. It provided just enough skin-to-skin contact for a talented medic like her to continue to work, but not enough to leave her vulnerable to more groping. Her chakra steeped through his system as she assessed his condition. He let her work in peace and willed his libido to do so as well.

"How are you feeling now?" she asked lightly after a while.

"Great actually," he smiled. "Well, except for that." Sakura noticed for the first time with surprise the small tent his erection was creating in the bed sheets. She shouldn't have been surprised, he mused. Surely she must know what her presence did to men, to him in particular. But as she stared at his need with concern, Kakashi realized he might be overestimating her.

Kakashi decided to be kind today and give her an out. He laughed lightly and waved a hand. "Sometimes it has a mind of its own," he teased before shooting a look at her. "Especially when pretty nurses are nearby with no bras on."

"I'm not a nurse," Sakura grumbled.

"Would you be?" He looked her up and down hungrily.

"Pervert…." Sakura studied the bulge for a moment before seeming to come to a decision. With a quick nod, she dropped his hand and marched across the room to snap the lock on the door.

Oh? Kakashi watched with interest as she walked to the equipment cabinet and began pulling things out. "So what are you thinking?" he asked playfully.

When she turned back towards him she was snapping on a latex glove. In her other hand she held a little tube of lube which she glopped out onto her extended pointer and middle fingers.

Kakashi's eye widened in horror.

"Can you roll over onto your side for me, Kakashi-sensei?"

"Wait, wait, wait, wait, Sakura. Just wait," he waved his good hand frantically in front of him to stop her, to keep her away, and laughed uneasily.

She looked at him through her lashes, a blush coloring her cheeks. "I want to make you comfortable."

"No, no, no. That would make me very uncomfortable. It's not something that turns me on."

"I don't turn you on?" she arched her brow.

"No, I mean, I guess it could be hot if the tables were turned," he rambled desperately. "But it's not really something I want to try out right now. I'm injured!" he gave her his best impression of a pitiful puppy and coughed unconvincingly. He glanced down to see the erection between his legs had waned slightly.

When he looked back at her again she was bent over laughing. "What're you—"

"Oh my god," she cried, wiping tears from her eyes. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I was just joking."

Kakashi's eye narrowed dangerously.

"I know how you feel about check ups, Sensei. I just wanted to mess with you." She kept laughing as she peeled off the glove and threw it and the tube of lube in the trash.

On second thought, maybe he was actually underestimating her.

Either way, she had definitely earned a few spankings for that.

Her laughing face and pink cheeks made his cock regain its strength. Her willingness to tease him sexually was actually pretty hot, though his dominant side was itching to punish her for that little display. And also, she wasn't wearing a bra. As a million different possibilities ran through his mind in an instant, he reached under the blanket to grasp his twitching hardness in his hand.

A dark thought burned through him then, sharp and dangerous. If he could have her wherever and whenever he wanted, why not here? Why not now?

Had she been trying to seduce him? Was she toying with him to get a literal rise out of him? Well, he'd give her what she wanted. He pushed the blanket off, and yanked the stupid hospital sweats down so that his cock was now standing proud. "Sakura," he said sternly.

"Oh," she looked at his hand, the smile on her face transforming to surprise. "Oh…."

"Didn't you want to take care of your sensei?"

Her eyes darted to the locked door and then back to his proud erection. She worried her bottom lip between her teeth.

"Look what you did," he stroked his steely length and her eyes burned brighter as they followed his hand.

So she liked seeing him touching himself too, huh?

His voice came out deeper, "Come over here and take care of me." It was an order, not a request.

Sakura shivered visibly, clearly liking it when he took control. The truth they both knew was that he may have escalated the situation, but she chose to obey.

She slipped out of her white coat and and tossed it across the chair. She intensely watched him pump his cock as she climbed up to kneel on the foot of the bed.

"Unzip your top," he commanded.

Slowly, teasingly, she pulled the zipper down, and Kakashi felt his mouth watering at the site of her perky breasts.

"Take it off." She let it fall from her shoulders and tossed it to the floor.

"And your hair. I want it down." Her eyes didn't leave his as she pulled the tie out and let the soft pink strands tumble out across her neck and shoulders.

Now in just her skirt and boots, she looked like a wet dream kneeling at the end of his bed. If Kakashi had had the strength, he would've grabbed her and pinned her underneath him and not let her up until she was screaming his name. But today, incapacitated as he was, he'd have to use his words to play this little game.

"Come here," he ordered. Sakura fell to her hands and crawled between his spread legs towards his cock seductively, her hips swaying behind her, giving him a show.

"You know what to do. Ask for it," his voice was raw gravel.

She looked up at him with a playful grin. "Can I touch you please, Sensei? Can I make you feel good?"

"Fuck," Kakashi hissed and gripped his cock tighter. The hand trapped in the sling balled into a fist.

"Please. Let me take care of you." She circled her hand over his and followed his lead as he jerked himself off. Kakashi quickly relinquished control, laced his fingers into her hair and relaxed back into his pillow.

"Yes, you can. Do it," he ground out.

Sakura smiled softly then lowered her pink lips to the head of his cock. She stuck out her tongue and ran it in circles around the dripping slit. Kakashi had to hold back on coming at the sight. For a man who spent months of his life alone in a hospital bed, this was definitely a fantasy being realized.

She started sucking him off with the same tenderness and affection as before, and he found himself wishing jealously that he could have been the one to teach her that. Her hands expertly worked him up and down in coordination with her tongue, and he closed his eye and felt himself losing control of reality. There was no more pain in his shoulder, no more restrictive sling on his arm, no more hospital room and hospital smell. There was just Sakura and her velvet mouth and her perky little tits bringing him to the brink of pleasure at the back of her throat.

When he opened his eye again, he noticed that one of Sakura's hands was missing from his cock. She was reaching down between her legs as she sucked him off.

Faster than Kakashi could think, his hand shot down and grabbed her chin to stop her. His dick was still in her mouth, but she looked up at him dreamily. "Are you touching yourself?" he asked carefully.

She slid his dick out of from between her swollen lips and pressed a kiss to the tip. "I'm sorry, Sensei. It just turns me on so much to be with you like this."

Something inside him snapped. "Get up here," he growled through clenched teeth.

Sakura blinked in shock at the tone but allowed herself to be pulled up his body, finding careful purchase on his good shoulder and bare chest as he angled her face towards his. He mashed his masked lips against her mouth and used one hand to arrange her against him, her legs on either side of his hips and the wet space between them now pressing intimately against the hardness between his. She hummed into his mouth as he nibbled on her bottom lip and moved her lips with him as their kiss grew increasingly deep through the barrier of the mask. As he occupied her with his lips, he grabbed her skirt and gathered the fabric then pushed into up to bunch around her waist.

He tore his mouth away from hers to look down at the place where they were intimately pressed together. Her panties were black, with little ties on the side. His hand grabbed her ass and he realized it was a thong. Kakashi almost came right then.

"Look at your slutty panties. Were you hoping to show them to someone today?"

Sakura shook her head and looked down to where they were pressed together. "Oh—god—"

"Did you wear them for me?" He thrust his hips up and his stiff cock ran between her still covered lower lips. She was so wet the fabric was already damp.

"Oh, shit," she whimpered.

"Grind against me," he ordered and used his hand on her ass to show her how he liked it. His cock rubbed up and down her wet panties as she panted.

"That's it baby, make me feel good."

Her bouncing breasts were at the perfect height to be vulnerable to his mouth. He spread his palm on her back and pulled her towards him. He sucked on her nipple through the mask. He laid his tongue flat and the fabric wetted and he pulled the little pebble between his teeth. She shivered and arched forward. Her head fell back and her face pointed at the ceiling in a silent prayer as her hips worked a needy rhythm.

He wanted her. He wanted all of her like this. He wanted to taste her skin and lave his tongue against it to make her come apart. He wanted to rip this damn sling off and pin her under him and show her what he could do when he was really in control. He growled in frustration and quickly yanked his mask down without ceremony to suck on her luscious tits.

She cried out at the new heat and moved faster against him, her eyes squeezed shut in pleasure.

He attacked her breasts with his mouth, kissing her perky tits and biting that soft creamy skin until he left marks. He switched from one nipple to the other and worked it until it was sore and purple and she was crying out and shivering against him. He pulled her neglected nipple into his mouth and circled the peek with his tongue before closing his teeth gently around it.

"Oh god- sensei- your face," she was looking down at him now, her hips bouncing up and down on their own. He smirked up at her as he worked his tongue over her sensitive flesh.

Her hips faltered to a stop.

She looked dazed. "Your face—" she started again, the wonder washing over her in a shiver as he released her breast and gave her a lopsided grin.

"My face?" he teased lowly then he blew against the wet nipple to draw a delicious little tremble from her.

"You're beautiful, Sensei," she said in a distant way. Her hands had drifted to hold his cheeks, and he sat up and tilted his face towards her, letting her have a full look. Her fingers ran over his nose, along the bottom of his scar, explored the sharp expanse of his jaw, and then brushed over the beauty mark just by his lips. "I always thought— " her focus drifted away as she touched his lips. He grinned at her and then opened his mouth and caught one finger in his teeth, holding it between them gently as he sucked and caressed it with his tongue. He released the digit and smiled at her wickedly. Her eyes darkened at the sight and she pulled her hand back to her chest, as if aware of some new danger that she hadn't known existed before.

Kakashi thrust his hips up to remind her what she was supposed to be doing, and she started and gave a little cry as he bumped against her clit. Her arms fell to balance against his chest.

His hand abandoned her hip and traveled up to lace tight into her hair and he roughly pulled her face to his and pressed his lips against hers for the first sweet time. She mewled into his mouth, and her eyes drifted closed, completely caught in his spell. He nibbled on her bottom lip and then kissed her harder. Her mouth opened as he dominated hers, his tongue instantly stroking forward to caress hers. She quivered against him and leaned into him as he held her in place and kissed her like she needed to be kissed, deeply and hungrily.

She just couldn't help herself. It was turning her needy body on even more. Her hips began grinding against him in unconscious little circles, chasing that pleasure that only he could give her. Kakashi pulled her gently by the hair and tilted her neck before pressing hot open-mouthed kisses against that new expanse of skin.

Their breaths were coming in pants now.

She moaned as he laved his tongue over the spot at the base of her neck.

"Oh god," she cried.

He smirked and bit that sensitive spot, sucking and pressing his tongue over it possessively until it left a mark. His hips had joined hers in their little dance and he was thrusting up shallowly as she grew wetter and wetter against his bare cock.

"Sensei, please," her arms were wrapped around him and her fingers were tangling in the short hair on the back of his neck. She was tense and wound tight, as if she wasn't sure if she wanted to bring him closer or push him away.

He gripped her hip again and pulled her hard against him as he breathed against her neck. "What do you want, Sakura?"

"It's so hot," she moaned and worked along his cock faster. "Please, I need it."

"Need what, baby? Tell me." He leaned back and looked in her eyes. She just had to ask for it and he'd give it to her.

"Oh god. Please. Please fuck me."

It was an inevitability from the moment that she'd touched herself that they'd end up here. He knew it, even if she hadn't.

"Yes, Sakura. Put it inside, baby." Granted permission, she wasted no time rising up onto her knees and pulling her panties to the side to show him her pretty pussy. She circled her fingers around his cock and rubbed it along her slit. He bit his lip and dug his fingers into her skin.

She positioned him at her entrance and then locked her eyes with his as she sank down, down, down onto him, her body parting for him slowly as she took every last inch.

Kakashi's back bowed and he groaned against her chest. "Oh fuck, Sakura." His fingers were digging into her hip so hard he was sure to leave bruises.

Inside her it was like an inferno. She fluttered and twitched around him as her body learned to accommodate his length. He felt like he was filling her to the brim and it took his breath away.

They held there tensely, pressed skin to skin, listening to each other's racing breath. They were trapped in the pleasure of unfulfilled need.

"I can't," she whimpered. "I can't move. It feels too good," she panted against his ear.

Kakashi understood completely. Something was happening just then that had him dangerously near the edge. He'd never felt this before.

"Come here," he demanded and turned his face to her. Her lips met his softly and he kissed her slowly as they both gathered their strength.

"What's happening," she mumbled into his mouth.

"Shh," he whispered against her lips. "Just relax and take it." Slowly his hips started thrusting up into her. She gasped as he hit something deep inside.

Already?

It set him on fire at how easily his body knew hers. They fit together like a lock and key.

She grunted against his lips as he targeted that spot again. And again. And again. Her mouth fell open and her eyes were stunned as she tensed up and shivered around him. It was too soon.

He smashed his mouth against hers in a bruising kiss as he felt her dripping even more. "Don't come yet," he warned darkly.

Kakashi steeled himself when she shook her head as if to say 'impossible.' He wasn't going to let her off that easy. He grabbed her ass and lifted her up. "Ride me, Sakura," he ordered as he dropped her back down onto him.

She was overcome by the feeling. She threw her head back, her tits thrusting forward, and lifted off him again. He met her on the down stroke with a thrust of his hips and she keened.

"You like my cock?"

"Oh, god, it feels so good."

"Faster baby. Fuck yourself faster." Sakura let her hips go wild. Kakashi grabbed her ass and drove her rhythm, his hips thrusting up on their own.

Her clit was bumping against him with each down stroke and she rippled around him tighter and tighter.

"Yes, Sakura, that's it," he purred.

Her skin was covered with a sheen of sweat as she took him inside again and again. He licked the little dip above her collarbone and tasted the salt on his tongue.

Her hands wrapped around him as she sped them both closer and closer with her perfect cunt.

"Sensei, I'm so close," she cried as her body squeezed him tighter.

"Good girl. Give it to me," he snarled as the rhythm of her hips became violent. "Give it to me Sakura. Come on my cock, right now."

Her back snapped straight as she fell over the edge, her pussy tightening like a vise around him as she came and came and came.

"Sakura, fuck, I can't—" he tried desperately to lift her hips up and pull himself out of her as the orgasm roared up in him.

"Inside- please- sensei," she begged.

And he was undone.

His cock surged up into her and burst after burst of his hot cum filled her up. "Here it is, baby! Take it, Sakura! Take it!"

She keened and squeezed around him harder as he came. Her greedy little pussy was milking him dry. He pulled her down and held her there as he pumped himself deep inside her.

"Fuck," he hissed and bit her shoulder as the wave of euphoria crested.

For a moment nothing else existed but her.

When Kakashi came back to himself, Sakura had collapsed against him, her face pressed into his good shoulder as she tried to regain her breath.

He wrapped his arm around her and sunk back into the pillows. He breathed and stared at the ceiling for a long while just feeling her shiver around him as he grew soft inside her.

His hand ran in soothing strokes up and down her back. "Are you okay?"

She nodded into his shoulder. "Yes, I just need a minute."

Kakashi titled his head back and laughed warmly. He completely knew what she meant.

She joined him, giggling a little at the situation. "That was…"

"Yeah," he replied. "That was."

"Mmm," she hummed.

"Sakura," he said, and when she turned her face to his he met her lips with a few chaste kisses.

She smiled and then crawled off of him to curl up at his side. His cock already missed the warm heat of her body. He tugged his sweat pants up and she pulled the thin hospital sheet up to cover them both.

Her hand wrapped over his chest to press once again against his shoulder and glowed blue as she pushed her chakra inside. She was always taking care of him. His heart swelled up a little bit.

They laid like that in comfortable silence watching clouds scud across the sky through the window.

The exertion was catching up with him and Kakashi's body was aching from the effort. He was suddenly feeling glad he'd have the rest of the day to relax and recover in bed. He wished he could keep Sakura in it with him, but knew she'd soon be going back to work.

"So you don't approve of reading porn at work, but you don't mind practically making one?" he teased.

She scoffed a little and pulled her hand away from his shoulder. "There are no cameras here. Besides, it's for a mission."

'Oh yeah, the mission,' he reminded himself and ignored the sinking feeling it brought.

Kakashi ran his hand down her side to her hip, where he played with little bow that held her panties together as he waited for her.

"So, what was that?" Sakura asked at last.

"We don't have to put a name on it," he answered simply.

"Okay," she accepted, because it was the easiest way out.

"Okay," he responded.

But Sakura wasn't always one to let things go. "It's just that it was so…."

He smirked down at her, his ego swelling a bit. "Imagine what I can do with two hands," he teased.

"Really," she huffed and sat up, muttering to herself about big heads.

Sakura climbed off the bed and smoothed down her skirt. She bent over to pluck her shirt off the ground and gave him a perfect peek of her panties. He really liked those panties. "I have rounds soon," she sighed as she looked at the wall clock and zipped her shirt up.

"Come back here," Kakashi held out his hand. Without hesitation she stepped towards him and he grabbed her neck and pulled her down into a hot kiss. His tongue immediately swiping over her bottom lip until she opened and let him enter. His hand went down to slide up under her skirt and he tugged one side of her panties down while breaking the kiss. "Take these off," he ordered.

Sakura looked both a little turned on and a little weary. She slid the panties down and off her legs and then held them out to him in confusion.

She watched in shock as he grabbed them and brought them to his nose and inhaled deeply before he stuffed them into the pocket of his sweat pants.

"Have a good rest of the day," he chirped at her in a friendly voice.

"But my panties—"

"Now they're my panties," he corrected.

She looked a little pissed. "I have to work, Kakashi-sensei."

"Don't you keep a change of clothes here?"

"Yes, but— "

"Okay, well I give you permission to go and put on another pair," he said magnanimously. But then he thought for a moment and added, "But don't bathe."

"Don't bathe?" she repeated uncomprehendingly.

He raised his eyebrow at her as if to say 'So?'

"But what if someone can tell?" she looked entirely bewildered by the prospect.

"Do you have any Inzuka's on the unit today?" Kakashi asked simply.

"No, but—"

He grabbed her wrist and yanked her down for a kiss before whispering into her ear. "Then don't worry. Nobody will be able to smell my cum inside you. Other than me."

"You can't—"

"Oh yes I can. Just like I can smell that you're getting wet for me again," he purred and kissed her neck.

"I'm not," she pulled back and blushed.

He gave her an unimpressed look and pointed at his face. "No mask, Sakura. Didn't I tell you that your body can't lie to me?"

"Oh god," she looked horrified.

"Oh, before I forget," he exclaimed. "Since you gave me a present, I should give you one as well. Is my hip pouch around here?"

She still hadn't recovered from the revelation that he could smell her arousal. She just stared at him slack-jawed.

"My hip pouch?" he asked again.

"Oh," she shook her head a little. "Yeah. It's in the cupboard. It's kind of a mess though because your blood got all over it."

He waved that off. "Can you pull the pink box out?"

"Sure," she answered and went to retrieve his item. She dug around through the kunai and scrolls and found the box at the bottom and brought it to him.

"Open it," he grinned at her mischievously.

"Stop doing that. With your face," she complained and looked away quickly.

"Doing what?" he smirked. She blushed and looked even more distracted. He guessed it would take a while for her to get used to it.

"Open it, Sakura," he directed again.

She lifted the lid and stared at what was inside, expressionless.

"I stopped by my favorite little shop in Kabuki-cho and picked this out for you on my way," he explained.

She looked up at him as if she didn't know what to say, which made him grin wide. He loved to see her off balance.

Inside the box was a vibrator, light blue in color, medium in length, and curved ergonomically in a way that would drive her crazy. The best feature though, was the discreet little controller that could be used to run it remotely.

She looked from it to him and apprehension crossed her face. He smiled at her dangerously. "Get to know it while I'm recuperating. And next time we meet, bring it with you."

She nodded and snapped the lid back on the box.

"Sakura," he said with seriousness. "If you forget it, I'll punish you."

She blushed at the threat and turned to slip the box into the pocket of her white jacket before she pulled it on.

Still quiet from shock, Sakura returned to the machine attached to him and made a few adjustments, and Kakashi felt the calming pull of pain meds drifting through his tired muscles. "You should get some rest," she explained. She turned back to him and pushed a button to lower the bed then straightened the blankets around him. As he felt drowsiness come over him she leaned in to press a kiss to his cheek. "Thank you for the present, Sensei."

Kakashi buried his hand in her hair and pulled her down to kiss his lips. He held her there and kissed her again and again until she sighed and softened against him. And then he let her go.

"Is this really okay?" she asked standing back up.

"Who the hell knows," he answered honestly, before pulling up his mask.

She smiled at him, then turned to leave. "I'll see you later," she said softly as she unlocked and opened the door.

But then she stopped to look back at him and added, "If you sneak out before you're discharged, I will find you and kill you." Threat delivered, she left and pulled the door closed behind her.

Kakashi shivered and did not doubt that she was serious.

But to be honest, he didn't want to go anywhere anytime soon. Not when he could stay in this bed that smelled like Sakura.

As the meds tugged him back towards sleep, he turned his head and was surprised to find that Icha Icha had been placed on his bedside table, within easy reach. He felt warmth spread through his chest as he let himself drift off to dream about a woman that wasn't a character in a book.

A/N: Thank you for reading. I'm sorry for incapacitating poor Kakashi, but I promise he will be back to full power and kinkiness in the next chapter.

Reviewers get to help Kakashi get dressed in his ANBU uniform when he is discharged. Non-reviewers will be stuck on bedpan duty for a week.