Title: Needs
Author: Guardian-Devil-Hawkeye
Fandom: Naruto
Summary: All men; no matter how strong, intelligent, or powerful, have needs.
Rating: M
Pairing: ItachixSakura, SasukexSakura is you squint really hard
Warnings: Smut//Rape, Itachi being... Itachi, some angst and a very drunk Sakura
Authors Note: Written at 3 A.M, inspired by a phone conversation and too many ItaSaku AMV's. Written for the lovely Ashikun, without her peer pressure I never would have liked this pairing. 3
Disclaimer: Naruto and the characters herein are property of Masashi Kishimoto and I am making no financial gain from this piece of fiction.
Enjoy. .
Uchiha Itachi. By definition of others he was a monster, an evil killing machine. To himself, despite their mundane insults, he was a man.
A strong man,
an intelligent man,
a man of great power,
but a man none the less.
And all men; no matter how strong, intelligent, or powerful, have needs.
This was the reasoning Itachi came to as he watched from a darkened rooftop the slightly tipsy, pink haired kunoichi exit the bar. He grimaced, almost disgusted, as she stumbled, falling rather harshly to the ground, and moaned in pain. She didn't bother to pick herself up and he wondered for a moment if she had fallen asleep where she lay until he heard her moan once more. Good he thought, at least I wont have to take her while she sleeps. The Uchiha may have been a murderer but he still had manners.
Leaping from the roof he stopped beside her fallen form, nudging her with his foot until she rolled onto her back, staring up at him glassy eyed. He recognized her, albeit vaguely, a face without a name, linked to his memories of the Kyuubi boy. His eyes were cold as he lifted her from the ground and threw her limp body over his back, leaping across houses and shops and finally up and over the Konoha city wall and into the silent forest below.
He undressed her silently, not the least bit unnerved by her curious, yet lust-filled, liquor induced stare. He took a step back to observe, holding her in place against a tree by her shoulder. Nice he supposed. Not perfect, small breasts, a touch too hippy but he was aroused, therefor she would do for tonight.
Wasting no time, his pants dropped to his ankles and gripping her thighs tightly, he pushed inside her. Ignoring her feeble drunken attempts to push him away and finally her moist, ragged pants against his shoulder, he thrust inside her relentlessly until she climaxed beneath him. He gripped her by the hair, yanking her face up from his shoulder to meet his gaze. Blood-shot sea green met sharingan red as he continued to pound into her.
She looked confused for a moment then frightened, as anyone looking into the sharingan should be. He small, petal like lips opened and a single word came out as she stared, completely transfixed, into his pinwheeled eyes.
"S-Sasuke..?"
He came into her with a snarl, withdrawing and letting her fall to the ground. He stared down at her panting form with disdain, thoroughly insulted by the misconception. He now remembered who she was but he shoved the thought into the back of his mind as he pulled his pants back up ad fastened them.
His needs were now met and without looking back he took off into the trees, red and black cloak furling out behind him as he ran, leaving her naked and alone except for her drunken hallucinations.
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