Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Truce ❯ Gone Clubbin'! ( Chapter 1 )

A/N: This is a threesome experiment that I sincerely all hope you enjoy! Oh yes, this is non-yaoi (I'm slowly turning against Naruto yaoi because of the extreme idiocy with pure smut yaoi thus leaving the female characters, minor and not, up in the air with serious lack of het/yuri relationships, similarly with my complete aversion to WK fics now) and has (a bit of) plot. If you don't like it leave and don't flame. This is coming from a yaoi fangirl by the way.

 

Disclaimer: You know the drill, none of this is mine!

 

 

Truce

 

By Saoirse the Irish Colleen

 

 

The dancers moved to the vibrant crash of drums and guitars like creatures possessed, their shadows stretching evil heights reaching to the ceiling like cavorting imps. Their target stood at the foot of the staircase slouched against the bricks watching from his dark corner with a glass half empty in his hand now and again lifting it to his face rendering it invisible from the shadow slicing neatly crosswise, his right eye only exposed. From their back table the pair of kunoichi studied their laminated drink menu eager to sample something else. Bloody Mary, Screwdriver, Long Island Iced Tea, Margarita… they agreed on a bottle of wine. While it seemed pretty tame in comparison, they could not afford to jeopardize their mission by getting too inebriated.

The waitress a pretty, slender woman dressed in a black patent leather mini and lime tennis blouse brought them their order, setting a pair of romantic long-stemmed glasses with their Sangria on their small round table. The blonde on the left twirled an errant wisp of her stylish ponytail on her index finger checking out the dance floor tempted to join in the modern dance, so swift and fast! Her rosy-headed friend to her right applied another coat of coral to her quaint pursed lips, her nerves visibly stirred. The blonde vixen sipped her wine rolling the red, blood warm liquid round her mouth hoping her accomplice would realize what she was doing and quit looking so damn conspicuous. Their target knocked back the final draught of the thin liquor in his tumbler and ambled back to the bar. The pink seraph signaled a waitress in the same uniform as the one who previously served them to bring their target the drink she was pointing to on the menu.

The waitress nodded and vanished through the hub of gyrating bodies, her raised arm with a lacquer tray atop her fanned hand like a ship's sail. Pushing up the ante, the kunoichis knew they were taking a considerable risk, but now it was fate that rolled the dice testing their patience. They sat unmoving save to refill their glasses and made small talk when their ninja senses blared red alert when their perimeter was invaded over the bacchanal and chaotic cacophony of the grunge band screaming and jumping on stage.

“I see you ladies are enjoying your evening out.”

“You seem preoccupied yourself, Kakashi-sensei.” Sakura joked and he took the third empty barstool at their table completing the triangle.

“I heard about the exam results you two, congratulations.” He made himself comfortable setting down the drink that Sakura and Ino bought him, not entirely without a bit of difficulty from the weight.

“Thank you sensei,” a powerful blush made Sakura's face charmingly glow beneath the sweep of the rainbow strobe lighting. A condescending riff of laughter rose above their heads from Ino.

“Yosh! Jounins at long last!” She made it over the final hurdle and intended to ruminate quite a bit. He pondered, whilst taking a sip angling backward ever so slightly to saturate himself in the darkness, that it was redundant to comment on the girls' mended friendship now that `Sasuke-kun' was ensconced in Suna enjoying the beginning of his life as a married man. Had he not married the pregnant Temari, her younger brother the Kazekage would have gift wrapped him in a Desert Coffin. His attraction to the sultry older Kaze princess rendered Sakura and Ino's rivalry moot point, but from Kakashi's perspective he had little doubt they would fare just fine. As it was, he began putting the girls beneath the microscope and was beginning to feel the blood rush from his head to travel for other parts of his physique. Sakura's limbs molded innocuously within the soft white material clinging to her breasts and ample hips shrouding her thighs midway. The glittering bright verdant crystal leaf hanging from the silk baby pink ribbon at her throat drew more of his attention to the cleavage threatening to burst from her indecently low scoop neck.

He took another draw from the extra long clear straw becoming foggy from the creamy substance cramming around in his goblet. Ino fondled the ebony prayer beads about her neck, rolling them between red-painted thumb and index finger and dropped it back down on her lap bouncing twice against her groin. She tossed her ponytail, a wave of platinum jagging the darkness of the underground club like a lightning bolt. Her royal blue slip dress was this side of legal and the matching satin bolero only neutralized the mystery of the fact she was not wearing underwear.

 

Kiss a cop

Goin' downtown

Need backup now, you know why?

I like talkin' `bout the weather

Car two, callin' car two

Got a fight

Dope an' wild ice

Callin' cars

A jump to nowhere

Up, down take me downtown

Copy that I'm over and out

Another never

Another never

Another never

Hey you so how's your mother?

Come on, come on

 

“Ooh! It's my song!” Ino squealed cuffing a lithe white hand around Sakura's lean bicep. “C'mon Sakura-chan, let's dance!” Her grasp was impenetrable and unshakably strong Sakura felt herself lifted to her feet and weaved through the jumble of undulating bodies to the electrified pulsebeats of Ino's favorite song. The blonde braced Sakura's upper body with an arresting grip seizing her best friend arresting her upper arms like steel bands in her embrace. Sinuously grinding their pelvises together their eyes never once left each other's magnetic trance, blazing blue atop mesmerizing green and they continued to be pulled under the spell of an invisible Amazonian shaman hypnotizing them into the sound waves of the rave music as they slowly unfurled their magical golden grip on Kakashi's sanity and reason.

 

Kickin' me

Are you dumb, sir?

Move, move

Are you done, sir?

You've makin' me

Mad enough, sir

Boom, boom

Ain't no dancer

You're kickin' me

Are you dumb, sir?

Move, move

Are you done, sir?

You've makin' me

Mad enough, sir

Boom, boom

You are done, sir

 

Party time at seven and vine

Everybody's getting up to breakdown

Hey you, dance a no dance

You do lo-fi

You shootin' lowfare

Pretty girls who run about

Rabbit soft

A dime for some dare

Voodoo

A little bit of Mars

Uptown

Callin' all cars

 

Taking one another in their arms they kissed in a vile and repugnant fashion twining tongues, Sakura skewing her cranium back letting Ino have dominance as she was at the moment an inch or so taller with her black patent leather stilettos. Dipping and stirring her tongue into Sakura's mouth as if savoring the richest, darkest chocolate their faces parted into contented warm smiles. Sakura curled her fingers over the hem of the top of Ino's dress tickling electric pathways with her fingers upon the glistening flesh, blood blooming beneath the skin's surface. They kissed again burrowing greedily in each other's flesh feeding off mouths as though a bird was feeding her little ones in a treetop nest.

Kakashi however was having a less than pleasant experience due to the pressure between his legs befitting his arousal and abhorrence of his enjoyment of observing with relish as his former student and her best friend embarked on an evening of experimentation. And if he was to be truthful he also knew the pleasures of the same sex. There was more than one occasion that he let Genma into his pants, and Raido the third party of questionable consent. Having acclimated to having a permanent blind spot, Kakashi never adapted to what surprises lurked when he turned his head next. He was ill-prepared for this one as well. Sakura lazily dragged Ino's dress up the sides of her tight body exposing her naked lower half to the world. Fortunately that same world was distracted by its own lustful harboring and churned merrily along ignoring them. The straw Kakashi was drinking from hit the floor with an airy, hollow clump. It had to be genjutsu. Raising his hitai-ate he focused his chakra and willed the toma in his Sharingan to whirl. Nothing. Ino spun around as Sakura undulated her hips into her friend's rump, fingers vanishing beneath the drapes of the slinky fabric. Ino gasped and grunted from Sakura's suckling of her throat. The strokes of her lips and tongue a potent narcotic threatening in to sweep her away. Kakashi studied the drink they bought him, the combination of liquors invisibly crushed between the layers of thick pink and blue cream, beginning to smear from his imbibing.

Pink and blue. Sakura and Ino. Tender young flesh combining sinfully, hands sweeping over fine skin covering taut muscle. Reaching out her little white paw Ino touched Sakura's breast making her loll her head back and leaned into her lapping at her tipples, straight motions back and forth. Sakura gleaned her fingers between their bodies and perused the blonde down-covered honey pot parting the pool of dripping glaze setting to action…

“Kakashi-sensei…” He emerged from the haze, forehead tilted on his hand heel, pitifully slanted over the table.

“Kakashi-sensei…” The deadly roll of flesh against his back jolted him to alertness and there stood a pair of flushed women crushing him between overheated flesh aching to be freed of their encumbrances and merge with him.

“It hurts,” Sakura silkily whined.

“Where does it hurt Sakura?” He asked mechanically. She clutched his hand, kissed it and pulled his index and middle fingers into her mouth, coating them thickly with salivary juices before removing them. Hiking up her skirt there before him stood the weapon that painfully wrenched his body, her bare sex glistening and ready was in desperate need of relief.

“Right he-e-ere…” She groaned in staccato pushing them into her moist canal with a pleasing squelch.

“You know what you have to do now… Kakashi-sensei…” Ino husked in his left ear, straining her partially nude body into his side.

 

 

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They rolled into one another like dolphins on dry sand suffering from heat exhaustion, Ino and Sakura's mouths merged once more on the king-sized bed. Kakashi could only pray for their sobriety or two sets of parents and Asuma would be too taxing on his stamina and skills to deal with. Ino tossed her ponytail over her naked shoulder and curled her leg up over Sakura's feeding fuel to every cheesecake fantasy he'd had. Reaching up to free her blonde spill from its blue elastic bond, Sakura beat him to it flinging the bit of rubber across the room hearing its snap glance against a wall. She laughed unnecessarily infecting Ino thereafter and she sifted her fingers through her best friend's mane lovingly, envious at the sheer volume of it. The faint scent of peaches wafted from it and a romantic spray of tension hit her body tricking her into leaning up to catch her garnet-stained mouth.

The room was dim, lights turned down to their softest hue intentionally and Ino could scarce make out Kakashi removing his mask, his final bit of clothing. They were a tangle of limbs, the throaty moans issuing from behind the women's kisses sated him just enough for preliminaries enjoying the view and relishing the sensations, something more tangible than any video he has ever seen. Tracing the writhing smooth bodies beneath him, Sakura thought it an ideal time to begin the main event and maneuvered Ino on her side, teasing a hand between her legs to curve a hand around her uppermost thigh pinching it deeply and raised it. Ino's ass impishly angled to the side partially concealing her sex conceded to Sakura's prodding giving Kakashi a full view. Her fine blonde curls were matted from her natural lubricants and the labia were red and swollen to bursting. Sakura continued to fondle her best friend's cunt producing more of the sweet juice, pleasant tiny squishing noises coming from therein.

“Kakashi-sensei… give me your sweet cock…” She groaned. A clichéd line heard in every video he owned but he willingly obliged the suffering Yamanaka guiding the blushing glans of his prodigious erection to her soaked nether lips and pushed in slowly. “Ah-haahhh…!” Providing the wellspring of her need executive relief Ino's muscles loosened throughout her body and braced herself for Kakashi's thrusts. Sakura was determined to play her role bending over to take one of Ino nipples between her lips, her slim creamy fingers fanning over the busy vulva getting filled so expertly loving the wet feel of the spider web veins stuffed to bursting.

“Ino-chan kawaii…” She moaned around the sienna aureole. Ino's groans and grunts began to reverberate loudly and she collapsed on the pillow, no longer able to bolster herself. She lay on her side, leg folded in the air thanks to Kakashi's hand and Sakura disengaged herself from Ino breasts and traveled southbound past her navel and lashed out her tongue against the drenched hood of glowing red flesh causing short loud cries to rush from her constricted throat. Spurring her onward Sakura thought this a befitting payback for their childish rivalry, and replaced her tongue with her fingers. The pressure built up like a volcano brimming with lava just beneath the surface and Ino was at the very center of it, fire flying like a tazer blast branching throughout her veins. Her back arched acutely as her body primed itself for impact as the combination of Kakashi's pounding organ and Sakura's working fingers were pushing her off the cliff. One final cry wrestled up from her exhausted and wasted throat before she collapsed onto the mattress as her climax slammed her body like an arctic wave, Kakashi's own orgasm was prompted by the tremulousness of her drenched grotto pooling away quickly within her.

Panting and raspy breaths were all that were heard for a few moments and Ino flipped herself over onto her other side clasping her arms about Kakashi's broad shoulders rewarding him with soulful kisses. The temperature dropped wickedly around Sakura when Ino turned her irascible blue glare on her prone body.

“Time to get yours forehead girl…” Ino crawled stalking her like a king cobra seizing Sakura's poor little struggling wrists and pinned her flush against her former teacher.

“Ino-butta!” The threat died at the very time it blew from her candy pink lips as she felt Kakashi's greedy pawing, gathering her breasts and rolling the mounds.

“Don't be fooled Kakashi-sensei,” Ino pulled Sakura up and forward boldly facing her. “She's got the nastiest mouth you've ever heard in the sack!” She announced loudly to the whole room.

“Let's hope so,” Kakashi commented maneuvering her lithe, agile body forward pressing and coaxing her knees to bend caressing the sensitive flesh there. A new pendant fear rattled Sakura as her body was no longer under the control of her will.

“Kakashi-sensei, onegai shimassu!” But it was too late, the master was at work and he entered her body from behind pressing his stiffened weapon into her writhing sheath. For a moment Ino's blue eyes passed over Sakura's figure enviously wishing he had done that with her instead. Sakura's moistened nether lips were thick with his body and Ino could not help but observe this powerfully engrossing couple, they moaned in complete unison Sakura taking his jabs evenly as he treated her easily, the hot glare of blood rising in her face as she jerked her pink head over her shoulder intermittently to watch his lunges.

“Kakashi-sensei… saa… moto, moto… aah!” Bringing her tortured torso to meet his as he continued to move back and forth behind her sliding his fingers down her hips between her thighs. “Fuck me… stuff me with your thick cock… gimme…” Sakura moaned low and long like a wounded creature though the exact opposite was true, her pale back arched rapturously. “Yeah, baby… ooh harder… fuck mama's little clitty with you cock… baby…” The little chit ran her mouth off saturating her lips with long, luxurious swipes of her tongue. Kakashi's fingers worked the swollen nodule between her legs, their movements getting rougher, breath rapid and hard pumping lungs burning with fire, Kakashi's member diving deeper into that tight, slick orifice of hers. Sakura relishing his contact like a savage beast, his mastery of the craft beyond all comprehension and she faintly wondered if she and Ino were in over their heads. She finally was granted release feeling Kakashi's thick, potent seed bathe her inlet, and she fell forward locking lips with her sensei grateful for completion. Hooking a weakened hand through Ino's hair bringing her down for an eager kiss and they traded tongues, lips separating and invited Kakashi's tongue to join in their sensual tangle.

 

 

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Ino stirred unsure as to what time it was. The clock fell behind the bed, and the vellum curtains were drawn banishing the sun. Hesitantly she nudged Sakura from her recuperative sleep cajoling her into the bathroom and the two avoided wasting precious time and shared the shower. Partially drying one another off with thick white towels, they padded back into the darkened bedroom, Ino pushed one of the curtains just a touch to let a blade of the ochre dawn light pervade, washing everything a dull shade of gray. Balled nervous fists shook as they very nearly worked themselves into a tizzy signaling disaster if they did not calm down. Sakura took a series of deep breaths as though she was preparing for a meditational session and looking into Ino's iridescent eyes they approached Kakashi's somnambulant form facedown on a pillow thrust to the side of the mattress, an arm swinging. His usually mussed grey hair was completely disheveled to a new level, molding the spikes into a permanent disarray. Still he resembled a fallen angel and the two kunoichis approached him in unison, lightly placing their warm palms on his bare shoulders with feather like touches and tussled to turn him gingerly within the wan light's plane to complete their mission. Ino's body was awash with a thin sheen of sweat and Sakura was half ready to start screaming as they were finally able to maneuver Kakashi to spot the familiar vertical scar's starting point…

“Ah, whoops! Didn't know you had company.” All movement ceased and Kakashi's mismatched eyes burst open.

“GENMA!” Sakura and Ino roared, their voices tearing holes into the ceiling. The orally-fixated jounin crouched low on the hotel's carnation pink plush carpet decked out in ANBU gear.

“Gomen?” He offered uselessly. The room's overhead lights flared on.

“Yare yare,” Kakashi sighed standing between both disgruntled women, the three of them naked as the day they were born. He adjusted his mask. “What's up?”

“The old lady's been looking for you,” Genma tossed him a scroll and a pack containing his uniform and mask. “Gai, Raido, and Yuugao are waiting on the roof.” It was evident that Genma did not want to elucidate his presence judging by his tone and posture in Sakura and Ino's company. Such things were prohibited and he made sure that the two girls were made fully aware of that fact. Kakashi emerged from the bathroom pulling the leather on his left hand guard taut, sword crossed over his back.

“Saa ikou ga.”

“Demo, Kakashi-sensei…” Sakura blurted earning her a sweet kiss from her teacher through the mask, and he repeated with Ino respectively.

“Don't worry, you'll get another chance,” he winked and with that he vanished into the exterior, Ino and Sakura's hands lacing together smirking at Kakashi's challenge.

 

 

OWARI