Author's Note: Meh, I was bored, and I felt like writing a SasuSaku Lemon. If you don't like it, that's okay, just give me some tips on how to improve if you don't like it. However, if you flame me or post stupid comments like, "Well, it was pretty good, although I really don't like the pairing," or "(insert favorite pairing) is a better pairing for this," I will have to ask you not to post comments on my stories. Not to be mean, but I want to know tips on how to write better, not whether or not you like the pairing I used. If you don't like the pairing, leave. Now. Without flaming/leaving stupid comments. I simply do not have the patience nor the time to go around telling people not comment, and would really rather not end up losing my temper and saying something like, "DIDN'T YOU READ THE STINKING AUTHOR'S NOTE YOU IDIOT?!".
About: The story's done in a way that makes it seem as though they're actually speaking with you face-to-face, telling you what happened on that night.
(This is thoughts they have while telling the story)
"This is normal speech during the story."
"This is speech during the story with magnified emotion, meaning if someone screams, this is what it'll look like!"
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Signifies what the character was thinking in the story.
This is sound effects.
Disclaimer: I don't own any characters from the Naruto manga or anime. Unfortunately, they all still belong to the wonderful Masashi Kishimoto-sempai. KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK, KISHIMOTO-SEMPAI!!!!
Warnings: Lemon, meaning it's not suitable for kids under the age of, uhm…. Yah, eighteen, I guess… Some blood, and Sasuke might act a little OOC in terms of how creepy he acts.
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Lonely.
It's amazing that one tiny little word is able to express so much pain and darkness. When people think of the word "lonely" they automatically see dark, depressing images; a moonless night sky, a cold wind, or a kid sitting alone all come to mind so easily. And ironically, it was an ice-cold, moonless night when I sat on the roof of my eerily silent home in Konoha, alone as usual. It was the middle of summer, and yet I could see my breath as it drifted towards the sky. (God I was cold)
I'd made up my mind; by tomorrow night, Konoha would be short one shinobi. I would leave sooner, but I had to do something first. Something I'd been wanting to do since… hell, since the Chunin Exams, almost two months ago now. I had to stay one more night, so that I could fulfill the easier half of my quest. I needed to revive the Uchiha clan, and in order to do that, I needed the girl I'd been craving and mentally undressing for the last two months. (God I needed her, needed to hold her, to smell her sweet scent) I needed to go to Sakura's house tonight.
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Sasuke-kun has been acting very curiously these last few days, I thought worriedly as I walked into my bedroom. My mother had already gone to bed, and I had stayed up just a little later to try to clear my mind before going to bed. (God, I was so confused, so worried) I can't sleep with a restless mind, and tonight was no exception. It was cold tonight, and my face was still a little damp from splashing cold water on it in an attempt to calm myself down; the tips of my Sakura blossom-colored hair dripped every few seconds, creating small dark circles on the floor.
I crawled into bed, tired and still worried, though now I was worried about the uneasy feeling I was getting. (God, why didn't I leave my room when I sensed it?) I pushed the thought away and laid down to rest. No more than about four or five minutes passed before I sensed that chakra again. It seemed familiar but I couldn't remember whose it was. I told myself to relax and closed my eyes, trying to fall asleep.
Shffff. I heard the window open and sat bolt upright, only to find that the window was vacant; only a cold breeze came through it into my room. I sighed and walked over to the window, closing it and wondering if I'd simply left it open enough for a stray cat to get in. The crack between the window and the frame was big enough for a large housecat to fit through easily, without even brushing against the window and frame. It never occurred to me that someone as thin as Sasuke might have also slipped in that way. (I was so stupid) Once the window was closed, I took a step back towards my bed before turning around and bumping into someone.
I gasped and took a step back; the intruder grabbed my wrist, not gently but not exactly viciously, either. There was no moon out tonight; I could hardly even make out the person's skin, whereas any other night would've made their skin an eerie shade of silvery-blue. To top it off, they wore a black shirt and what looked like black shorts. The grip on my wrist tightened slightly; I winced as the person pulled me closer.
"No, let me-!" His other hand covered my mouth as he growled, "Shut the hell up, Sakura." Sasuke? We turned until I was facing the window again; still grasping my wrist, Sasuke took his hand from my mouth and leaned in to kiss me deeply. His tongue ran along my lips, demanding access to my mouth as the warm flesh tried to part my lips forcefully. I obliged, dazed, and felt a wave of uncertainty rush through my body as he ran his tongue along every inch of my mouth. Why is he suddenly doing this?
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I forced Sakura back towards her bed, going one step at a time, slowly unzipping her shirt with my free hand and catching her other wrist in my left hand. She started to pull away and moaned in protest; I growled back and pulled her closer to me, all the while continuing to coax her towards the bed as I finally finished unzipping her shirt. I pulled away for air before pushing her back onto her bed and hovering over her. (God, this was torture) She couldn't see me; it was too dark, and my hair blocked the starlight from the window. But I could see her as I pulled away to look at her. I could see how wide her eyes were, how confused and scared she looked. (I needed her so badly)
I pinned her hands on either side of her body and leaned down again, feeling a rush of pleasure as she trembled under me. (God, this was harder than I thought) I kissed her on the lips again, then moved slowly down, nipping her bottom lip before kissing and nipping down the entire length of her thin neck (God, she tasted better than I thought she would) She shuddered again and moaned in pleasure. I took this as a sign that she was finally enjoying herself. I reached her collarbone and nipped it just a little harder; another moan erupted from her throat, thick with pleasure. I slowly lifted one of my hands from her wrist; she didn't move to get away. I slowly traced my fingertips down her side, smirking when she shuddered and arched her back slightly.
Still, she didn't try to free herself. Encouraged, I slowly freed her other wrist, and almost sighed in relief when I found her reaction to be the same as with the other hand. I pulled her shirt wide open to reveal her exposed breasts. (Oh God, it was getting so fucking hard to stay calm, to let her have her pleasure as well) She let out a sort of half-whimper, half-moan as cold air hit her exposed upper torso, causing another delicious shudder to ripple through her flesh. She moaned again, encouraging me to keep going. I traced my index finger down one of her breasts; she shuddered so violently that for a moment I thought she had decided not to let me do anything else. I paused, waiting for her reaction. "Don't… stop…" she whispered desperately, clutching the covers next to her lithe body. (I don't know how I stayed so calm; I was so fucking aroused I was ready to explode)
"Once I start again, I'm not going to stop for anything," I warned, my voice thick with arousal. She hesitated, but nodded anyway, swallowing quietly. I quickly sat up and pulled my clothes off before climbing back on top of my angel, my sweet cherry blossom. This was it; the growing tension I'd ignored for weeks would finally be released. (Oh God, I'd waited so long) She shuddered over and over as I continued to slowly run my fingertips down her chest and sides, tangling my other hand in her hair. She moaned deliciously as I slowly ran my tongue along her collarbone, stopping at the base of her neck to suck on the delicate flesh. Another, louder moan enticed me even further as I moved her pants and underwear down her legs until they dropped off of the bed.
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Sasuke slowly pushed my pants and underwear off; I could feel him tremble with excitement as he ran his free hand slowly up my torso, starting from the top of my thigh and running back up to my neck. Yet another wave of pleasure caused me to shudder uncontrollably; this is what I'd always dreamed of, what I'd always hoped would happen between Sasuke and me. (Oh how naïve I was, to think this was out of love) He ran his tongue down my chest until he hit the hardened nipple of my left breast; he sucked on it gently, nipping it every few seconds. A mix of pleasure and pain erupted in my chest, causing an overwhelming feeling of pleasure I'd never had before. He moved to the other nipple and repeated the cycle, sending shockwaves of pleasure, then pain, through my body. I writhed as his touch aroused even more pleasure.
Using his knees, he parted my legs until he could comfortably kneel between my thighs. Wait, I didn't think he was actually going to… "S-Sasuke… no, don't…" I whispered. (How did I not expect this? I was such a fool) He raised his head and cut me off with another passionate kiss, pulling me closer with the hand he'd tangled into my hair. I moaned as he licked the roof of my mouth while running his free hand up and down my side. No… no, this isn't right… we shouldn't… I tried to pull away, to get out from under him. He tightened his grip on my hair and growled into the kiss. "I'm not going to stop for anything." He'd said it plainly. Now I knew why. This wasn't a random show of affection; it was his way of using me.
I struggled again, ignoring his growls and the pain in my scalp as he gripped my hair tightly. I tried moving my legs; he moved faster, and he'd quickly entangled my legs with his. I tried pushing away with my hands; he pinned one underneath me, and used a kunai to pin my other hand to the wall a few inches behind my head. I yelled as pain sliced through my hand and wrist. Sasuke continued to kiss me, ignoring the pain I was now suffering. His worked his way down to my left shoulder and bit down on it; I winced as warm blood trickled from the bite mark. He sucked the blood up, running his tongue roughly along the wound and causing another sting to hit my shoulder. Then he came up to my ear and whispered huskily, "Mine." "Sasuke!" I moaned desperately, "Please don't!" But he had stopped listening long ago…
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"Sasuke! Please don't!" Sakura moaned loudly, loud enough to possibly wake her mother. I cupped my hand firmly against her mouth and hissed, "Shut up, Sakura!" (God, I didn't want to do this to her, I didn't want to hurt her) I rested my head lightly against her chest, not because I was ashamed, but to block her view as I wet my fingers for what I was about to do next. I reached down and slowly slid one, then two, than three and four fingers into her entrance, stretching her in between messaging the opening. She moaned again in protest, and made a feeble attempt to pull her hand from behind her back. As soon as I saw her hand, I pinned it down with another kunai. As she screamed in agony, I kissed her, catching her scream in my mouth. (I wanted to comfort her, didn't want to hurt her like this) A tear streamed down her face; I brushed the tear away and ran my hand through her silky hair. I didn't dare look into her eyes; I was afraid of what I would see if I did.
I lifted myself up, pulling my fingers from her still-tight opening. I leaned down and whispered, "Just relax. I don't want this to hurt you any more than it has to." If she was even listening to me at that point, she was ignoring me; her opening was still tight as I inserted the tip of my throbbing erection. "No," she moaned pitifully, "Please, no…" "Relax," I whispered again, "I'll try not to hurt you too much." (Why did she have to make this so hard for the both of us? This hurt me so much) Slowly, gently, I entered her, stopping whenever she groaned or winced in pain. Finally, I was completely inside her; I stopped and let her get used to the feeling of having me completely fill her. Then I pulled out and thrusted gently. I did this three times, to make sure she was used to it. When her expression softened again, I started thrusting faster and harder, causing one delicious moan after another to ripple from her throat.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of thrusting and groaning each other's names, I released into my beautiful angel. She arched her back and moaned so loudly that I had to force my lips onto hers and catch most of the screaming moan in my mouth. If we were caught now I'd be under constant surveillance, I was sure. A blanket of sweat fell over us as I collapsed onto her, too weary to hold myself up any longer. Sakura was more out of breath than I was, but she managed to whisper the exact question I was dreading.
"Why… why, Sasuke-kun?"
I closed my eyes and said, "Because I… I need you, Sakura. I needed to feel you, to smell your scent, to see you one last time." (Why? Why did she ask me that? Couldn't she tell by my actions that I didn't know either?) "I'm sorry, Sakura. I don't know what came over me." She didn't answer; I gently pulled myself out of her and looked at her face. Tears silently rolled down her cheeks in endless streams as she fought to stay quiet; her eyes were tightly shut. I had hurt her in more ways than one, and I had no way of knowing what to do. So I rolled off of her and sat up, gently stroking her face and brushing and strand of hair from her eyes. Still, she didn't respond.
I forced myself to look at her hands, both of which were still pinned to the wall. I didn't want to cause her more pain, but I wasn't about to leave her with kunai in both of her hands. Gently holding one of her wrists, I grasped the kunai (It was embedded so deeply into her flesh) and whispered, "This will hurt, but try to bear with me." At least this time she nodded slightly, clenching her teeth as I looked back at the kunai (I didn't want to see her face when I did this) Without counting, without waiting for her to look at what I was doing, I clenched my own teeth and wrenched the first kunai straight from her palm. I heard her stifle her scream, but instead of waiting for the pain to lessen I moved to the next kunai and quickly removed it, just as her first scream ended. Another stifled scream and a whimper told me the second kunai had been more deeply embedded than the first.
"I'm sorry, Sakura." I took the medical tape in my back pocket and wove it firmly around the wounds on either hand, trying to be as gentle as possible. Once I'd bandaged the second hand, I put the medical tape back in my pocket and forced myself to look at her. Her eyes were still closed, but her face now held a look of utter betrayal as well as pain and confusion. (God, what had I done?) A strange feeling in my chest pushed against my ribcage and made me feel sick. I'm a monster. I picked her up and held her tightly, rocking slowly back and forth as she finally started crying. "Sakura… I'm so sorry…"
I gently helped her dress and kissed her forehead before leaving, closing the window silently. No, I'd leave tonight; I wouldn't force my presence on her one more day. Tonight would be the last night I spent in Konoha. As I raced home on silent feet, I couldn't push the image of Sakura's betrayed face out of my head. "What have I done?" I kept asking myself, over and over again. She hadn't moved or said a word the entire time I'd held her, nor had she protested in any way when I'd helped her dress. Had I crushed her so terribly that she'd be in shock for the rest of her life? Had I broken my angel beyond repair?
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I sat on my bed, dazed and hurt, wondering if it had all just been a dream. But it couldn't have been a dream; my hands were bandaged and were still screaming in pain. "S-Sasuke-kun…" I murmured, remembering how gentle he'd been before he'd left. Why had he done that? For years, I'd fantasized about something like this (well, minus the wounds), and I'd always imagined that I'd be happy and dancing with joy, or at least sleeping next to him afterwards. But now that it had actually happened, all I felt was confused and worried. This only proved that something was wrong; Sasuke would never do this unless he was planning to…
And then it hit me: Sasuke must have been planning to leave the village, and he wanted to get that out of the way before he left! It sounded out of character for him, but lately it was hard to tell what out of character was for Sasuke. And if he was leaving, he'd take the main road out, and he'd probably do it tonight. I had to cut him off before then. If nothing else, I had to let him know how I felt for him.
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I walked quickly out of the village, ready to attack anyone who stopped me. As I walked down the last path out of the village, I saw someone waiting up ahead. Sakura. Why was she here? She should be sleeping, or telling her mother what had happened. Hell, even sitting on her bed and crying until her lungs gave out would make me feel better than meeting her now. "You have to take this path to leave the village," she murmured softly, looking down like she always did around me. I said nothing, only jammed my fists in my pockets and strode past her. I faced the road ahead; she faced the road home. I stopped next to her and said one word: "Sorry." I walked a few paces ahead, deliberately slow so that I could judge her reaction. She'll tell me she hates me, that she hopes she never sees me again.
"Sasuke!" She yelled. I turned to look at her, awaiting what I knew would come next. "Please don't go," she said desperately, "I love you so much!" What? I had to leave; surely she knew that? After what I'd done just moments ago, was she really willing to try and stop me? "If you go," she said, "I will scream out loud and-" I sped behind her and stood there, allowing myself to smell her sweet scent one last time. After what I had put her through, she had still boldly proclaimed her love for me. "Sakura," I said gently, "Thank you." I hit a pressure point on her neck at just the right speed and angle to knock her out; After gently laying her on the stone bench (so many things happened between us there) I left, knowing my time here had ended. "Sakura… Forgive me. I can't love you like you love me."
Author's Note: Sorry if Sasuke seemed OCC. This is my crazy-fangirl-fantasy of the night Sasuke-kun left. Hope you enjoyed!
Oh yah, don't forget to read my Naruto fanfic, The Half Moon Personified! Bye!
