Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Just Like Heaven ❯ Out Of Control ( Chapter 3 )

Once again, I'd like to say that I don't own Naruto, nor do I own any of the songs mentioned in this chapter.

I'm sorry if in this chapter if Kakashi seems a bit OOC. I couldn't really get it to come out any other way. *sigh* Anyways, reviews would be lovely, since I need feedback to know where to go with this one. This chapter is really only rated T, bordering on M. The next chapter will definitely be a lemon though. So fair warning, the next chapter is game.

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“I judge by what she's wearing,
Just how many heads I'm tearing,
Off of assholes coming on to her…”

“They think they'll get inside her,
with every drink they buy her,
as they all try coming on to her,
this time somebody's getting hurt.

Here comes the next contestant.”

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He truly, honestly, despised club night.

Her outfit, a black pair of pumps (undoubtedly given to her by Ino), a tight leather skirt hugging the nice curve of her hips, and the maroon color halter hugging her toned stomach and perky chest were definitely quite tempting (and many men had proved that in the last twenty minutes, by buying her drinks, grabbing her ass, and asking to dance with her). Obviously, Ino was trying to get her friend laid tonight.

`Like always' He mused. He would have found it humorous, if it wasn't for the wandering hands of the male persuasion touching her flesh.

`Well, Ino, she certainly will be getting fucked tonight. Just not by any of those boys. Not like any of them could satiate her sexual appetite.'

He couldn't help the smirk that came to his lips with that thought. He watched as Ino dragged Sakura onto the dance floor, where the two began grinding on one another to the slow beat of “Do It to It” by some foreign singer. Unfortunately, it was causing all the men around them to watch with longing.

He sighed. `It's going to be a looong night.' He thought to himself as he pulled out the latest copy of Icha, Icha to hide behind while he watched.

However, his thoughts were interrupted by a drunken Anko, trying to shove him towards the dance floor.

“Anko, what are you-“

“Don't play stupid with me Kakashi. I'm not blind. Go dance with her.”

“I don't know who you're tal-“

Anko cut him off with a growl. “I told you, stop playing stupid with me. Look, we all know you watch. Every Tuesday, Thursday, Friday, and Saturday night when Ino drags her in here, you hid behind your book and barely touch your sake. And, every time a man goes up to interact with her, you grip your sake cup so tightly that we're afraid you're going to break it.”

Kakashi gave his trade mark, noncommittal “Hn” and continued staring at a page in his book.

Anko rolled her eyes. “For Kami's sake, Kakashi, she's twenty one and you may be thirty six, but you don't look it! Besides, it's just a dance to everyone else's eyes!”

Once again, Kakashi gave his noncommittal response of “Hn.”

Anko sighed exasperatedly. “Look, just dance with her. Besides, it'll help keep away the little boys in this place for a few minutes, and it'll make the less brazen one's wary to approach her, since it'll be known that your presence is here in the club.”

Kakashi sighed. He hated to admit it, but Anko was right… for once.

Looking over at her table, he saw Ino had found a guy for the night, and Sakura seemed to be (unsuccessfully) trying to stave off the advances of some civilian. He stood, pocketed his bright orange book, and mumbled something along the line of “be back in a few” as he headed towards Sakura and Ino's booth. Another song began, as he approached them, and when he came up in Sakura's line of vision her eyes seemed to light up.

“Kakashi! I didn't know you were here tonight!” She gave him a bright smile, completely ignoring the man trying to win her affections, of which he was only too happy to return with his usual eye crinkle.

“Hai, here with the usual group.” He said as he pointed over his shoulder at the booth in which Anko, Kurenai, Gai, and Genma sat. “You see, Anko told me I should get up and dance, so I just came over here to ask you, if you would like to dance with me?”

Sakura was surprised, he could tell. “I'd love to, Kakashi.” She maneuvered around the boy still trying to worm his way into her evening, and grasped his hand, tugging him towards the dance floor.

He chuckled at her antics. `Sorry buddy, but you're out of your league with this lady.'

Once again, another foreign song began playing. He understood the words, but that was the last thing he felt like focusing on, as Sakura pressed her backside against his front and began moving her hips in a circular motion.

“She moves her body like a cyclone
And she makes me wanna do it all night long
Whoo!
Going hard when they turn the spotlights on,
Because she moves her body like a cyclone
Ay!
A mighty cyclone!”

He gripped her hips and moved with her, growling appreciatively in her ear when she became bolder, changing her motions to grind herself against him forwards and backwards.

They were both quite sure that they would be repeating these motions in a couple of hours without the hindrance of clothes.

“The way she move her body
She might see the Maserati
She wanna put it on me
Tryna show me her tsunami
She make it hard to copy
Always tight, never sloppy
And got an entourage
And her own paparazzi”

He appreciated the way the leather of her skirt rubbed smoothly across the material of his jounin pants. She moved one hand over his, moving his hand further in towards the inner side of her thigh, and moved her other hand up to slip into his silver locks. His warm breath gently caressed her ear, and she shuddered at the feeling.

“Ay! Ay!
Shawty got looks (and)
Shawty got class
Shawty got hips (and)
Shawty got ass
When she hit the stage
She drop it down low, like
Eer reer reer reer reer reer reer reer reer”

She pressed against him a little rougher, feeling his arousal as his one hand grasped her hip tighter, the fingers of the other began to stroke the flesh of her inner thigh, uncovered by the skirt. She shivered, and felt a sense of loss as the song came to an end; however, Kakashi was never one to disappoint.

She felt the warmth of his breath as he growled in her ear.

“My place. Thirty minutes. Keep this outfit on.”

As the final beats of the song faded out as a new song came on, he reluctantly pulled away from her. However, in an uncharacteristic display of affection, he raised her hand to his lips and kissed it, giving her a happy eye crease before turning around and walking back towards the booth with his friends.

Sakura wondered if maybe he'd had too much sake. She walked back to where Ino was hanging all over her flavor of the night, and picked up her purse, sucking up the last of her strawberry daiquiri so she could head over to his place.

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Anko smirked as Kakashi came back to their booth.

“Had fun, did'ja?” Genma drawled with a lecherous grin as his senbon sat perched between his lips.

Kakashi looked at the group, and saw all their grinning faces. He sighed.

“So, Kakashi” Genma began “Is her ass as tight feeling as it looks?”

Kakashi's lone eye narrowed on him, as Anko tried- and failed- to stifle a laugh.

“Awww, come on, man. Indulge me.” The senbon wielders smirk grew as he watched the lone eye narrow even more, showing his irritation at the womanizing shinobi.

“No.”

“No?” Genma repeated, grinning from ear to ear.

“No.”

Genma laughed; Kakashi shrugged, as he picked up his jounin vest.

“You aren't staying?”

“No.”

Genma's eyes lit up with curiosity. “Why not?”

“I'm just not.”

Genma glanced over at the pink haired kunoichi on the other side of the room, and saw her picking up her purse and briskly exiting the club.

“Ah. Got another rendezvous with your “mystery woman”, eh Kakashi?” He said with a smirk and a wink.

“Hn” Was all the copy nin replied, as he turned around and lifted his hand in a wave, as he walked out the door. Not even looking back.

Kakashi sighed as he took off towards his apartment.

`They're just too perceptive for their own damn good.'

Not that he would let that ruin his night.