Afraid of the Dark (KakaSaku)

Vulnerable Vices

Kakashi stood up, pulling Sakura onto the dance floor with a firm grip on her hand. She felt like she was melting into the music, her entire body thrumming with the heavy bass. As he twirled her around, she got lost in the rhythm, the intensity of the lights and sounds blending with her heightened senses. The beat resonated through her, each pulse urging her to move with a newfound fervor. Her hips swayed, her hands reached into the air, and she pressed her body against his, taking the lead in the dance. But Kakashi's eyes never left Nagato and his men, who watched her every move with unsettling interest.

Suddenly, Sakura pulled down Kakashi's mask with no hesitation, her lips crashing against his in a fierce, greedy kiss. The shock of arousal jolted through him as her teeth grazed his lips, pulling them into her mouth. He grabbed her wrists, pinning them against his chest as he deepened the kiss, sucking on her bottom lip. Sakura moaned into his mouth, her body urging him to continue.

Kakashi's senses were consumed by Sakura—nothing else existed but the two of them. The lights around them cascaded in vibrant colors as Sakura moved her hips in time with the music. Their lips never parted as Kakashi's hands slid down her torso, resting on her hips. Her mouth trailed down to his neck, leaving a trail of marks that sent waves of euphoria through him. He felt as if he were floating, melting into the moment. But the trance was shattered when Sakura was suddenly ripped from his arms, crashing into a man who tried to dance with her.

Kakashi's reaction was immediate. He grabbed the man's wrist and bent it back painfully. "Itachi," he growled, his voice dangerously low, "if you touch her again, I'll break your fucking arm." He shoved the man away, his temper teetering on the edge. Nagato, watching the scene unfold, motioned for the music to be cut.

"Everyone, leave us. Now," Nagato ordered, a twisted smile curving his lips as the room emptied, leaving only a few of his men behind. He approached Kakashi with a predatory gaze. "You don't want to share? Last I heard, she meant nothing to you. That's not the case now, is it, Hatake?"

Kakashi clenched his jaw, the effects of the molly making it harder to keep his emotions in check. Without warning, Nagato yanked Sakura toward him, gripping her wrist painfully.

She let out a small yelp, fear spiking through her as she tried to pull away. Kakashi's response was instant—he drew his gun and aimed it directly at Nagato. "I told you, Nagato," he said, his voice a cold, lethal whisper. "She's mine. She does what I say."

Nagato didn't flinch; instead, his smile widened. "Anything? Let's put that to the test, shall we?" he taunted, shoving Sakura back toward Kakashi.

"Tell her to get on her knees," Nagato commanded, his eyes gleaming with malice.

Kakashi's fist tightened around his gun, the weight of the situation pressing down on him. Despite the drugs coursing through his system, there was no hesitation in his voice as he gave the order. "Get on your knees, Sakura."

Sakura complied, her mind foggy and her vision swirling with bright colors. Everything felt distant and surreal, and she could barely focus. As she sank to her knees in front of him, an urge to giggle bubbled up inside her.

"Good. Now tell her to blow you," Nagato commanded, his tone laced with malice. Kakashi's gaze hardened, his jaw clenching as he stared back at Nagato. "I'm not doing that."

Nagato laughed, a cold, menacing sound that echoed in the room. "Would you rather I put a bullet in her head? How else will I know she'll follow your every word? Besides, after that dance, it seems you're more than ready." Kakashi's eyes flicked to Sakura, her pupils blown wide as she looked up at him with a mixture of excitement, lust, and confusion. Nagato waved his hand, dismissing the remaining men and leaving only the three of them. He settled into a chair, his gun dangling loosely from his fingers, a sick smile playing on his lips. "Don't make me tell you twice."

Kakashi inhaled sharply, his fist tightening around his gun. The drugs coursing through his veins made it hard to focus, the euphoria clouding his judgment. "Blow me," he ordered, the words foreign and heavy as they left his mouth. Sakura's eyes widened, hesitation clear as she glanced between Nagato and Kakashi.

Desperation crept in at her hesitation, and Kakashi pressed the gun to Sakura's temple, his voice low and firm as he repeated, "Blow. Me." Guilt clawed at him, a deep, gnawing ache as fear spread across her face. Nagato's eyes gleamed with excitement, his voice dripping with sadistic pleasure. "Now we're talking, Hatake!"

With trembling hands, Sakura fumbled with Kakashi's belt, pulling his pants down just enough to free him. Kakashi silently thanked the drugs for keeping him hard, aware of the sick vulnerability he felt under Nagato's watchful gaze. As Sakura wrapped her hand around the base of his cock, she hesitated, her breath shaky.

Kakashi pressed the gun harder against her head, the sound of the hammer clicking back echoing in her ear. Her body trembled, a mix of fear and twisted excitement coursing through her. Arousal pooled between her legs as she placed a tentative kiss on the tip, her tongue swirling around him. Despite the silence from above, she felt compelled to continue. With one fluid motion, she took him into her mouth, her tongue working over him as he stretched her lips. Kakashi let out a breathy moan, his control slipping as the sensation overtook him.

Sakura kept her eyes on him, the cold metal of the gun pressed against her skin, a constant reminder of where she was. She moved her mouth over him with increasing fervor, her own arousal growing in response to his. She was dripping, feeling her panties moist as he fucked her mouth. Kakashi's breathing grew heavier, his grip tightening in her hair as he pushed her further down on him. Saliva dripped from her mouth, her muffled moans filling the room as she struggled to take him deeper.

Kakashi's eyes darkened with lust as he watched her, her flushed face and desperate movements driving him closer to the edge. He shoved her down harder, holding her in place as he came, the sensation overwhelming him as she gagged slightly, swallowing his release. Sakura's body buzzed with euphoria and arousal, the drugs amplifying every sensation.

As Kakashi holstered his gun, he pulled her up by her hair, adjusting his pants with a hardened expression. He turned to Nagato, who clapped slowly from his seat, a look of twisted satisfaction on his face.

"I've never seen anything like that," Nagato exclaimed, clapping Kakashi on the shoulder with exaggerated enthusiasm. "You've really got her under control, Hatake. Nice work."

Kakashi shot him a glare, his anger simmering beneath the surface, intensified by the molly. "Sakura, we're going home," he ordered through gritted teeth.

But Sakura pouted, her voice soft and pleading. "Can't we stay and dance some more? I feel so good!" Her eyes were wide, practically begging.

Nagato leaned back, his smile widening. "Come on, Hatake, stay a little longer," he teased, his tone dripping with mockery. He reached out, brushing Sakura's hair aside before grabbing her chin.

Kakashi lost it. With lightning speed, he grabbed Nagato's hand and snapped his fingers back, Nagato's scream piercing the air. Four men burst into the room, but Kakashi was faster, holding his gun to Nagato's head, the hammer still pulled back.

"Don't forget, Nagato. I told you. She's with me," Kakashi seethed, his voice harsh. Nagato, clutching his broken fingers, began to laugh. He motioned towards his men, who were armed and at the ready. But Kakashi didn't back down. "Since you're humoring me, Hatake, I'll let this slide. After a show like that, how could I not? I won't forget how pretty her mouth looked around you."

Rage overtook Kakashi, the drugs fueling him and clouding his judgment. In a blur of motion, he swiveled on his feet, firing his gun and landing headshots on all four of Nagato's men before turning his aim back to Nagato. Fear flashed across Nagato's face as he clutched his broken hand.

"You seem to forget you haven't bought me," Kakashi spat. "Tell me why I shouldn't put a bullet in your head right now."

Nagato raised his hand, a twisted mix of fear and excitement spreading across his face. "That's why I like you, Hatake. Nobody is untouchable to you. Go ahead, fire away." He took a step forward, pressing his own forehead against the barrel of Kakashi's gun. Sakura felt her heart stop.

Kakashi pulled the trigger.