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Out of the corner of her eye, she watched him reach to the side. A faint click and they were enveloped in darkness.
The tiny en suite had no windows, and Sakura’s other senses seemed to magnify in response to the loss of sight. He had her up against the sink, the chilly granite digging into the small of her back and contrasting greatly with the heat of the body pressed against her front.
“Itachi…” His name spilled unbidden, a plea for something… She just didn’t know what.
“Hmm?” His lips had wandered from her ear to her neck, where he rested them against her pulse point as he basked in her scent.
“I don’t understand…” Her voice caught as he took the stretchy fabric of her ANBU top between his teeth, pulling away slowly and releasing it, snapping the elastic against her skin. The sensation was weak but it shocked her, her eyes flying open in the darkness. Her hands curled into Itachi’s shirt; to push him away or pull him closer, she wasn’t sure. She wasn’t sure about any of this, and it was making her dizzy.
Itachi pressed a gentle kiss to her shoulder. “Is it so important to understand, Sakura? Can we not just ‘be’ for a moment?”
“Why?” It was hard to stay focused. She should be protesting what was happening… Right?
“Why does it matter?” He murmured. “I promise you’ll get all the answers you want later. But right now…”
He trailed off, and she felt him lean towards her again. She had every opportunity to turn away, to push him aside or rip him a new one… But she didn’t want to.
Instead, she pulled him closer, her hand moving to his neck to guide his lips to hers. Absently, she wondered if there was something odd about this little inn in the woods that made all of their inhibitions disappear. There was no denying the attraction she felt towards her teammates, but she was usually smarter than this. But they couldn’t be bothered to care.
Sakura was wrenched out of her thoughts as Itachi deepened the kiss, his hands moving from the counter to her hips to pull her impossibly closer as his tongue traced the seam of her lips. She opened to him, tasting a whisper of the tea they had for breakfast under the mint of his toothpaste. She moaned, heady as his hands traced down her curves to tuck under her thighs and perch her on the countertop. As she leaned back, Itachi followed, rolling his hips against hers.
When they finally parted breathlessly, he gripped the back of his shirt and hauled it over his head in a single swift motion. He swallowed Sakura’s pitiful whimper as he kissed her again, allowing her hands to roam the smooth expanse of his torso. It was only when her fingers toyed with the waistband of his pants that he halted her journey.
“Not yet,” he whispered, running his thumb against the sliver of skin that peeked from between her standard issue top and loose utility pants. “Let me do this first.”
He hooked that same thumb under, pushing her shirt up just enough to press his lips there. Sakura panted as he sucked and licked at her pale skin, leaving his mark on the crest of her hip.
“ Itachi… ” She whined, reaching out to push his hair from his eyes. The way he looked up at her… She couldn’t take it.
“Shh…” He hushed her, pressing a kiss to her palm. “Lift up for me.”
She complied, using her hands to push herself up and allow Itachi to slip the clothes from her lower half. The chill of the granite was harsh against her heated skin and she hissed. Itachi gave a low chuckle as he pulled her hips forward and moved to kneel in front of her. Even in the darkness, she could see the way his eyes darkened as they met hers, a smirk growing on his lips at her own needy expression.
“Remember, Sakura… Quiet…”
Her jaw dropped as she watched Itachi stick his tongue out and slowly, torturously lick his way up her slit. His eyes fluttered shut, as if savoring the taste of her as his hands slid up and down her thighs. She didn’t know if she’d ever seen him like this before, so expressive as he dove back into her center with a quiet groan.
Sakura dug her teeth into the heel of her hand, locking her ankles behind his head and fighting the sounds that threatened to escape. It never left her mind, the constant niggling voice in her head that warned her that their captain was asleep in the next room. He’d probably know what they were doing were he to wake…And that just made it so much hotter.
As his tongue swirled around her clit, Itachi hummed, the vibrations shooting up Sakura’s spine and curling her toes. She wasn’t going to last long, not when she had to hold in every moan, every sigh. The pressure built inside of her with no escape, and she was ready to boil over.
“Fuck…” The word was a harsh whisper, the urgency matching the steady flick of Itachi’s tongue over her clit. “Itachi, I—”
Behind her closed eyelids, the world grew brighter. She opened her eyes just as the flash of the bulbs above her head went on. At the same time, Itachi plunged two fingers into her, curling them against her front walls.
Itachi held her firm, his hands digging into her thighs as she rode her climax out on his tongue, his fingers gently working their way in and out of her. She moaned—out of pleasure or embarrassment, she wasn’t really sure. Her hands ran through Itachi’s hair, trying to push him away, but he wouldn’t budge.
“Please, don’t stop on my account.”
She gasped, eyes wide and fixed on Kakashi as he observed them from the doorway.
His face was as impassive as always as he took two steps into the bathroom, his eyes wandering down to where Itachi knelt, where he was pressing wet kisses to Sakura’s inner thigh. “I think you can do better than that, Itachi. Keep going.”
Itachi scoffed in amusement, shaking his head as he wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. “Senpai.”
“Kakashi!” Sakura still had her fingers in Itachi’s hair, though her grip loosened as Kakashi stood behind their third teammate, leaning over him to tower over Sakura. “I… We…”
“Relax, Sakura. Let Itachi finish what he started,” Kakashi chided. “He was so determined to beat me to you, the least he can do is make it worth our while, hmm?”
Itachi was working her up again below their captain, his fingers stretching her more gently than before. He was content to stay silent, watching himself disappear into her over and over again. Sakura wet her dry lips, her chest heaving as she fixed her gaze back on Kakashi.
There was a smirk underneath that damned mask of his. She could see the outline of his lips, one end curved smugly. His hands rested on either side of her hips, pointedly not touching her. He just…Watched. Waited. Spoke.
“So, Itachi is going to do what he does best, and you are going to listen, Sakura-chan. Do you understand?”
The low, deep tone of his voice was sending her higher faster than she could control. She could do little more than whimper in response, throwing her head back as Itachi put his tongue back on her.
“Ah, ah,” Kakashi moved a finger , tapping gently on her bare hip. “Eyes stay on me, Sakura-chan. I need to see that you’re focused.”
She couldn’t resist him if she tried, her eyes darting back to him. He had pulled his mask down, that wicked smile now on full display.
“Thatta girl,” he praised. He turned his attention downwards where Itachi still feasted, humming contemplatively. “Now, do you think we haven’t been paying attention?”
“Wha…What are you talking abo— Ahh, fuck!” Confusion didn’t even begin to cover it, and the question flitted in one ear and out the other as Itachi sucked on her clit and worked to add another finger into the cluster he was thrusting into her heat. Her eyes were hazy as she struggled to keep them on Kakashi’s face. Damn him, didn’t he want her? Why wouldn’t he kiss her?
Kakashi sighed, disappointment flashing across his features. He tapped his nose with a slender finger. “I can smell you, Sakura. All the time. Including last week at the bar?”
She remembered.
She remembered seeing Itachi enter from where she leaned against the bartop, wearing that dark blue shirt that made him look like a god descended, and she wondered how that shirt could look so horribly ordinary on anyone else besides him. She remembered Kakashi following in after him in an all black ensemble that made her press her thighs together. And she remembered his gaze fixing on her as she did so, his eyes narrowing curiously before he joined their friends on the other side of the room.
They didn’t speak that night. She was with the girls, and the team had always thought it healthy to maintain separate social circles. (As much as they could in their profession, at least.)
“There…There were so many people in the room that night,” Sakura panted, the pressure in her core winding tighter as Itachi flicked at her with his tongue. “There’s no way—”
“No way? You think I can’t pick you out of a crowded room?” Kakashi challenged. “You were my student, Sakura. You are my teammate, Sakura. You. Are. Mine.”
He touched Itachi’s hand, stilling him. Sakura grit her teeth, reaching towards Itachi, but he and Kakashi used their free hands to grab her wrists, pinning her to the counter.
“Itachi, please!” Sakura’s eyes were wide, desperate. He said nothing, pursing his shining lips and looking up at Kakashi above him. Deferential …Wanting.
Kakashi laughed harshly. “Say ‘I’m sorry, Kakashi,’ and I’ll let him finish.”
Sakura’s jaw dropped. “Sorry for what? You’re the one—” She cut off at her captain’s unimpressed look. It was stupid, what he was asking for. She didn’t do anything wrong, and the way they were both looking at her—expectant and patient—made her feel… Well, sorry.
“I…I’m sorry…”
“For?”
“I’m sorry for doubting you…Sensei.”
Kakashi winked. He released Itachi’s hand. “Finish up, Itachi-kun.”
They let go of her wrists, and her hands flew to Itachi’s head, reacquainting her fingers with the softness of his hair as he licked, swirled, and fucked her on his tongue. Sakura arched, Kakashi’s hand cradling her neck so he could whisper kisses along her jawline.
They were everywhere, invading every nerve ending, bathing her in fire and electricity. The cord pulled taut and she was falling, only held steady by Itachi’s grip on her thighs and Kakashi’s soothing praise. She screamed, belatedly realizing the sound was muffled by a calloused palm.
“Look how pretty you are, Sakura-chan. Could watch you come forever…”
Sakura huffed through her nose, the lack of oxygen making her heady as her teammates coaxed her down from her orgasm.
“ Mmph… ” She made a small sound of protest from behind Kakashi’s hand.
He pulled away first, disappearing from the small restroom before Sakura even opened her eyes. Itachi, however, was still there, sitting back on his knees and squeezing her calves in soothing rhythms. He smiled gently up at her. “Good?”
She scoffed. “I… Yeah.”
What was she supposed to say? Thanks for the head? She bit her lip to keep herself from laughing, both at her joke and the absurdity of the situation. Itachi released her legs from his shoulders, taking care to work her panties and pants up as high as he could while she was sitting before rising to his full height and holding out a hand to her. She took it, using it as support as she attempted to stand on shaky legs and finish dressing herself. It took her a few tries.
“Thanks…”
“I suppose a conversation is in order.” He mused, fixing the mess her hair had become.
Sakura nodded, taking a deep breath and exiting the bathroom.
Itachi swiped the back of his hand across his mouth, forcing his breath to steady as his eyes wandered up to Kakashi’s. The elder jounin stared at him with a hard expression before turning to follow Sakura to the main room, leaving the Uchiha alone on the bathroom floor.
He didn’t mean for it to go so far. A kiss, certainly, but beyond that… He invaded her space and lost all sense of reason. Her scent was intoxicating. Every sound his ministrations pulled from her lips sent him spiraling deeper, needing more.
And it only got worse when Kakashi arrived. Though the two never firmly established “roles” during their shared trysts, Itachi was forced to admit he enjoyed it immensely when his captain played the dominant. It was easy to allow him to lead, to entrust him with all of their pleasure. Most of the time.
Right now, however, Itachi was painfully hard. Sakura’s taste still flooded his tongue. He didn’t know if it was right—to relieve himself of this when his team was in the next room, most likely waiting for him to join them so they could…What, exactly? Talk this out? He palmed himself through the fabric of his pants, releasing a shaky exhale. He couldn’t think like this.
After a final moment of hesitation, he stood and turned on the shower. Even the hottest setting was lukewarm at best thanks to the storm outside, but Itachi shed his clothes and stepped in anyways, tying his hair in a high bun to avoid the spray and letting the water run over his heated skin. It wasn’t helping.
The way Sakura moaned his name echoed in his head, every detail burned into his memory. He didn’t need the Sharingan. Not for her.
He released a heavy sigh as he took his cock in hand. There was no need to waste time on teasing, savoring the linger of Sakura’s essence on his tongue as he pumped himself. His orgasm came almost too quickly, his knees growing weak as he spilled his seed onto the shower wall.
As he watched the evidence of his carelessness slip away down the drain, the release cleared the lust-fueled haze in his mind, and he grimaced. Never had he been so affected. This was going to get complicated, indeed.
Kakashi was lounging on the bed, one leg crossed over the other, his foot bouncing as he read his book. Sakura marched over to him, snatching the book from his hand. She had half a mind to throw it across the room but opted for snapping it shut and tossing it to the far side of the bed. He merely shot her a bored look.
“Can I help you, Sakura-chan?”
Sakura huffed. Unbelievable. “Can you—What the fuck was that in there?”
They were not going to pretend what just happened didn’t happen. Not if she couldn’t get away from her teammates. Not if she was going to be sharing a bed with her teammates for the foreseeable future.
It wasn’t as if she’d never seen a commanding side to her captain. He was her captain . And of course he was correct in all of his assumptions that she found both of her teammates rudely attractive, but fantasies were fantasies! She was allowed to think as she wished. But the line…
He leaned back on his hands, the glint in his eyes shifting from indifference to curiosity. “What do you want it to be?”
Crossing her arms, Sakura turned away, shaking her head. “That’s not a fair question.”
“Why not?” Kakashi challenged. “We’ll follow your lead. We can forget what just occurred, spend the rest of our time here playing cards and watching that crack on the wall get bigger. Or we can explore what we have obviously all been dancing around for some time now.”
“It’s against the rules,” she protested weakly. To turn to look at him would be to allow him to see the fear in her eyes, the longing to just give in mixed with the apprehension that left a different churning in her abdomen than what they had just given her. “When we get back to the village—”
“When we get back to the village,” he interrupted, “we figure it out again. It’s never been an issue before.”
“ What? ” The word left her mouth before she could stop it, and she whipped around to find Kakashi standing now, his hands shoved in his pockets.
It was a defensive stance, she recognized. He wanted to appear open, but the way he was closing the space between them told her everything. He was engaged now. He probably didn’t expect her to react like that, and now he needed to play damage control. “Tell me you’ve never hooked up on a mission, Sakura-chan.”
“She hasn’t.” A new voice joined the fray. Itachi had finally emerged, his chest thankfully clothed and his hair back in its usual style. Like nothing had happened. “She’s not like you, senpai.”
Kakashi’s eyes crinkled. “She’s not like us , kohai.”
The feeling in her gut was morphing again, her cheeks growing red as she processed what they were implying. “And what exactly are you two like ?”
“If you want to hear that this is some grand gesture of romance, you’re about to be disappointed, Sakura.” He sighed heavily. “It’s a rare occurrence, but it has happened.”
“Both of you?” Sakura questioned, looking to her teammate for clarification. Itachi stayed silent and impassive, a hard glare fixed on their captain.
But Kakashi's eyes were on her. “Did you expect something further?”
“No.” She really didn’t. But she also didn’t expect to feel used, the embarrassment and shame flooding her. She wanted to run. To throw herself into that snowstorm and gods willing just go home. Just… Away from them.
“Allow me to offer some perspective,” Itachi said softly, stepping closer to her. “To say that we have done this before is not to invalidate you as a partner, or to imply that you mean nothing to us.” He was in front of her now, brushing the backs of his finger across her flushed cheek. “I cannot speak for our captain, but you are extremely special to me.”
There was a knot in her throat. The whole situation had begun to feel like too much, and Itachi’s words were both soothing and making the entire thing so much more complicated. But there was absolutely no denying what she felt.
He gave her a strained smile. “I will not pressure you. Kakashi is not pressuring you. But if you say yes, we will do right by you. Not just here, but at home as well. What that means is up to you.”
Sakura studied him, then looked over her shoulder at their captain. He nodded—both an agreement and an affirmation. She swallowed thickly, mirroring him. “Okay. I… I consent…”
To what exactly… She supposed she was about to find out.