Cruel Affection

Chapter 1

She shivered violently as his cold, stony fingers brushed against her shoulderblades and travelled down the delicate skin of her spine. Squeezing her eyes shut, Sakura forced down the lump in the back of her throat, which felt almost like coal, burning her insides away. She couldn't stop the tears which escaped her shut eyelids, seeping through and running down her rosy soft cheeks. How she had actually gotten into this bizarre situation was beyond her, yet she knew it was her doing all the same. Bowing her head lower so that her hair covered her shamed face, Sakura refused to look into the eyes of the man above her. Even though it was him – her Sasuke – he just wasn't the same anymore. He had never been so affectionate with her, yet it all somehow seemed so cruel – every touch, every whisper, every kiss. It all felt too cold. As a child, Sasuke had never been one to show affection, but deep inside his heart there always radiated a kindness that brought comfort to his teammates. But now, things were different. That warmth was gone – and although his actions deemed contrary to his childhood personality, the same could be said for the aura radiating from his heart.

It was icy.

The kindness was gone, and she knew it. Orochimaru had successfully squeezed out every last ounce of it from the boy's already torn and tampered heart.

"Sakura."

His voice was smooth, like velvet. It made her shiver with pleasure – and also fear. She had no desire to succumb to him, yet it seemed inevitable. Her breathing was already heavy and laboured, her hands placed gently on his thighs as she lay across his sitting form, trying her hardest to face away.

"Sakura," he said again, his voice barely above a whisper this time. Reaching down he gently grabbed the back of her head, careful not to hurt her, although it was clearly a gesture of dominance. Forcefully turning her to face him, he gazed down at her broken form. A wave of pity washed over him, but he quickly disposed of it. Emotion was only a weakness – unless of course it was hate. Perhaps that is what he wished for Sakura – hate. He wanted her to despise him with every fiber of her being. Maybe then, and only then would she be free of him.

Yet he saw nothing of the sort. Despite her torture, her eyes were still filled with life. He also saw pain, which she fought vigorously to beat away, only for the sake of maintaining her vigor. Sasuke's coal black eyes narrowed in slight irritation.

'Troublesome.'

"You brought this on yourself, Sakura," he informed her evenly.

The girl pursed her lips tightly as if to maintain her composure, swallowing hard to relax her throat in order to speak properly. After a moment she responded, her voice quiet as a mouse.

"As did you."

He could feel his blood boiling. He had been labelled a traitor by everyone – and to some extent he really didn't care. Just as long as they hated him. He could handle it then, and the guilt was as nothing. But those sad, questioning eyes of hers changed all that. Somewhere deep inside, he still felt the regret. All for the sake of power.

A cruel, empty smile crawled its way onto his lips.

"Sakura," he whispered again, this time lowering his head so that it was only inches away from her own. "You were always so naïve."

Sakura tried desperately to move away, but the back of her head was held in place by the much stronger boy above her.

Closing the gab between them, Sasuke pressed his lips to his captive's, ignoring her meak protests. He wasn't quite sure why, but he enjoyed torturing her this way. After all, she had come to him first thinking she could convince him to return. Even after all these years, her affections had never changed. It baffled him, yet it was a gift all the same – giving him the ability to torment her in such a manner. It gave him some kind of sick pleasure. He never quite forced himself onto her. Even though she always protested at first, the pink-haired girl he had known for years always seemed to give in rather quickly, accepting his emotionally ruthless advances.

Suckling on her bottom lip, he gently bit down, earning a gasp while drawing blood. Taking the opportunity, he slipped his tongue through her slightly parted lips, gently massaging the inside of her mouth.

To Sakura's own horror, a moan escaped her then, leaving her vulnerable and shocked. Sasuke pushed her down onto the cold floor, her half torn clothes mostly dismantled from their previous encounter. Using his weight to pin her down, the young man grasped his captive's wrists and pinned them above her head. Sometimes even he thought he was taking it too far, but for some reason unknown to him, he simply could not restrain himself. Maybe it was too many years with Orochimaru, and without any females. Maybe it was something else. Pushing the questions aside, Sasuke pushed her down further, exibiting more pressure over the girl's body making her gasp.

Sakura had to admit, she was enjoying this sudden affection from Sasuke's part – yet she knew it meant nothing, and was simply a means of control over her. The moment had become more heated, yet it felt like ice to her all the same. She felt his leg force its way in between her thighs, pushing them apart. She twisted her wrists in attempt to get them free, only causing Sasuke to tighten his grip with his left hand, squeezing almost painfully. His right hand travelled down her naked side with a feather-like touch, causing her to shiver and writhe undernearth him.

It was always like this – absolute torture. While half of her struggled to get free, the other half was on the verge of begging him to just finish what he had started, and drive into her mercilessly. Maybe then she would find some release – or become completely addicted.

But wouldn't that have made her no better than him? She would betray all of Konoha for one man's touch – even if it meant nothing in the end.

"UCHIHA!" a voice shouted, followed by a brutal banging on the wall from the outside of the room.

Sasuke froze, stopping every action. Without a word, he lifted himself off the girl with ease, and strode out of the room in an almost ghostly manner.

The instant he was gone, Sakura felt an overwhelming shame come over her. She felt weak, and helpless. How was it that she couldn't refuse him – at least put up some sort of a fight? No, she wanted this, no matter how cruel it was.

Sakura beat her fists down against the ground in fury, releasing the hot tears and allowing them to flow freely now that he was gone. They burned her face as she sobbed and cried out in agony. His affection was the only thing she had ever wanted – the reason she had worked so hard to become a ninja. It had always been that desperation, that desire for his affections – even if they were cruel.

Ok so that's chapter one for everyone. I'm trying to keep the chapters kind of short, and with reason. This is a pretty emotional/psychological ficcy so I hope you all enjoy! Please Read and Review and tell me what you think!