Chapter 2: Chapter 2

Hello friends! Sorry it took me so long to update; I was having a really hard time finding a way to end the chapter. I decided that I needed to update because my birthday is tomorrow, and as my birthday present to you guys, I figured I'd update!

Ohh! Just so everyone knows, this story is rated M for a reason, and in this chapter there does happen to be some sexual content that is not suitable for youngins : )

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto


Sakura appeared in a park with her red haired companion. She played with her luscious pink hair as she looked to the person beside her. "Where shall we begin?" Sakura asked as a seductive smirk set on her features.

"There is no we," the red head voiced with hate. "I will do this on my own."

"Gaara Gaara Gaara," Sakura tsked as she walked up to the red head. "We are meant to be a team; we need to do this together. Master would not be very happy at your unwillingness to cooperate."

"I don't care whether Master would be happy or not; I'm not working with you," Gaara responded as he stood his ground while he crossed his hands over his chest.

"You know you look rather unapproachable like that," Sakura commented as she allowed a hand to rest on Gaara's shoulder. She smirked lightly and licked her lips. "Do you really not want to work with me? Am I really that bad? I thought we had caused so much trouble the last time we were out together…"

Gaara's eyes followed Sakura's tongue as it flicked across her bottom lip. She looked up pleadingly at Gaara, and bit her bottom lip lightly, teasingly. "Please, Gaara?"

Gaara glared down at the ground, and Sakura knew that was his way of giving in. "So, where are we?"

"New York," Gaara stated with little interest. He took his eyes up from the ground and started to walk; Sakura followed behind.

"The city of dreams, huh?" Sakura purred as she watched the sun go down. "We'll be sure to end many of those… Where do you think the others are?"

"Shikamaru and Choji probably were sent to Las Vegas; Neji, Naruto, and Sasuke were probably sent to Los Angles," Gaara answered.

"We should start working then," Sakura said. The duo walked out of the park, and into the nearest bar. Gaara smirked when he saw a fight already break out inside the bar.

"Looks like we won't be needing to do too much here," Sakura commented as she walked to the front of the bar. She smiled flirtatiously at the bartender.

"What will ya have, sweetheart?" The bartender asked with a smile.

"Anything that will get me drunk, I suppose," Sakura said with a playful smile. She leaned against the counter and allowed more cleavage than necessary to show; oh how she loved to manipulate and tease people.

"I got just the thing," the bartender said as his eyes did not leave Sakura's breast line. Sakura smirked as she watched the bartender work. She nodded toward Gaara, who just stood and glared at the bartender.

"Oh you can't be angry at him," Sakura said as she leaned her lips to Gaara's ear. "It's not his fault he wants me."

Gaara snorted and turned away from the pink haired woman. "Don't try that shit with me," he commented as he glared at the other males in the bar; all of which were checking her out.

"Aw, Gaara-baby," Sakura whispered while her lips touched the outer layer of Gaara's ear; an almost unnoticeable shiver went through the red head's body. "Please don't be like that."

"Sakura," Gaara stated while turning around to glare at her. Sakura smirked and winked before Gaara grabbed her arms tightly.

"This'll be a good way to start something," Sakura whispered into his ear again. "The males will all want to kick your ass if you hurt me."

"My pleasure," Gaara stated while shoving Sakura away from him. She landed against a stool, and fell to the ground with a dramatic thud. Within the next few seconds the rest of the men in the bar were standing while glaring daggers at Gaara; many actually ran to where the pink haired woman now lay.

"I do not believe that was necessary, young man," A male from the back of the bar stated while walking up to the group. Sakura noticed a slight glow coming from his aura; this man was pure, and he had been created for only pure intentions. Sakura knew he had to be one of God's Virtues.

Smirking slightly to herself, Sakura moved her legs a bit to allow more thigh than what was deemed appropriate to show.

The male who had spoken up had blue hair, and looked to be middle aged. He walked up to the pink haired woman; looking down at her a light twinge of pink radiated from his cheeks. "Are you alright?" He asked while trying not to stare at the young woman's unmentionables that just seemed to be laid out before him.

"I'm sorry," Sakura spoke with a slight feigned innocence. She moved slightly again; so slightly that her breasts could be seen out of the top of her dress. "It's my fault my boyfriend and I got here late…. It's always my fault when we're late."

The blue haired man's cheeks flamed up once again, but he offered a hand to the woman. "Patience is a virtue, my dear," the man stated while pulling her to her feet. "It shouldn't matter if you got here late, your boyfriend should know that."

Sakura slipped accidentally and her body clashed against the older man's. She allowed herself to linger there a few seconds more than necessary. Hearing a growl come from behind her, Sakura felt Gaara tear her out of the other man's grip with a glare.

"Get away from her," Gaara commented as his glare intensified. He practically threw Sakura behind him, as he put his body between Sakura's and the man before him. Sakura thudded against the bar stool again.

"I'm sorry young man," the man stated with a slight glare. "But that is no way to treat a young lady."

Gaara snorted before he turned his back to the man. Sakura smirked slightly before using her hand to cover her face. She knew what Virtue this was; it was obvious this was God's Virtue of Patience… Sakura knew ignoring him, like Gaara was trying, wouldn't work; it would only prove to irritate Gaara more.

"It's fine sir," Sakura stated again as her eyes were plastered to the ground; it was hard for her to pretend she was defenseless, but she could be a good actor when the situation called for it. Looking towards Gaara again, Sakura could see the slight bit of lust that lingered in his eyes; it was obvious Gaara wanted her, and he wanted her now.

Gaara grabbed Sakura roughly by the shoulder's and shoved her backwards until her back connected with the bar. Sakura gasped loudly as Gaara practically growled in her ear, and pushed her further into the bar. Sakura arched against Gaara, her back digging into the sharp part of the bar. Sakura couldn't help but moan as Gaara began to grind into her; her body always seemed to react this way when she was doing anything remotely sexual.

"Let her go," the man said while pulling Gaara backwards. Gaara growled and pushed the blue haired man away from him. "This is no way to treat a lady in public; this is no way to treat a lady period. You must do all things in moderation, and patiently wait until you get home to engage in-"

"I'll treat the bitch anyway I want to," Gaara growled again. His hands darted to the pink haired woman's body below him, and he smirked as he grabbed her breast roughly.

"Gaar," Sakura called as Gaara's eyes were drawn to her own. It was so hard to keep this act going; she wanted to strip Gaara's clothes off right now, damn it. Gaara's eyes saw this, and the sea foam color that was his eyes began to turn a darker, huskier color. "Please stop; not again, please. Not in public, again!"

Sakura smirked lightly when the blue haired man took her hand. He pulled her slightly; not enough to cause harm, but with enough force to pull her away. Her eyes watched Gaara for a reaction, and she noticed one immediately; if everyone did not get out of the bar now, Gaara would kill them. It was obvious the blue haired man would be the first one to go. "I'm taking you home; I cannot stand this indecency any longer."

Gaara growled and charged at the man before him; a searing light caused Gaara to stop, and soon Sakura and the blue haired man could no longer be seen inside of the bar.

Outside of the bar, Sakura fought off a hiss that almost escaped her mouth; the blue haired man had used a purification technique to escape the bar without harm. The technique was a smart way to diffuse situations, but it had also caused Sakura to become a little queasy and light headed. Shaking her head slightly, Sakura tried to shake the feeling of pureness that tried to surround her.

"I'm sorry I had to take action like that, young lady," the man before her apologized with a bow. "I am Asuma; we should be taking you home now."

Sakura sucked in a deep breath, and then let it out with a sigh. Her head had cleared since Asuma had used the purification technique, and her mind flashed through images of a man she had never seen before. He had silver hair and was one of the most handsome men she had ever seen. Was this man from her-

Almost as if something snapped inside her, Sakura's eyes began to dilate, and she immediately forgot about the silver haired man. Her mind was only focused on the man beside her; it was going to be so easy to seduce him. "…I really can't go home," Sakura said quietly as she thought of a way to manipulate this man. She moved closer to Asuma, until she was snuggled deep within his chest. "I'm afraid to go home… He'll be there soon."

"So you don't have a place to stay?" Asuma asked with slight concern. Sakura bit her lip while looking at the ground; she shook her head and fought off the chuckle she thought would escape. She had never pretended to be so innocent; she had never needed to. It was laughable that his man before her could be so gullible, and trust her word explicitly. "Then I am obligated to take you to my home… to make sure you are safe."

"Thank you," Sakura said as her eyes glowed towards the blue haired man. It was time to work her charms; it was obvious he was attracted to her…

Sakura quickly shivered in the cold night air and scooted closer to the man beside her. She watched as a pink color rose on Asuma's face; Sakura noticed that her lack of jacket was causing a reaction to happen with her rather endowed chest. It was rather cold in New York after all; she smirked at her luck.

"Would you like my jacket-?" Asuma asked as his blush began to increase. "I'm sorry but I don't even know your name."

"Sakura," Sakura spoke easily. "And yes, I would very much like your jacket, Asuma. Chivalry must not be dead after all."

Taking off his jacket, Asuma placed it around Sakura's shoulders. Sakura smiled, and gave him a slight nod. Noticing a crack in the street ahead, Sakura accidentally tripped over it. As she fell, she pulled Asuma along with her.

Asuma landed on top of her with a thud; Sakura couldn't help but inwardly smirk as Asuma's eyes darted quickly to Sakura's lips. Sakura allowed her tongue to dart out from between her lips, as she moistened them slowly.

Being in the same vicinity as she was for even a short period of time caused this reaction; it always did. Her Master had made her that way: irresistible.

Asuma took in a sharp breath, and brought his face closer to hers. His face stopped a few centimeters away from her own. "I'm sorry, Sakura," Asuma stated while standing. Asuma shook his head as he stuck out his hand to help Sakura stand. "That was completely indecent of me; I promise this will not happen again."

Sakura gripped his hand, and as he pulled her up, Sakura's body crashed into Asuma's. Her body hit Asuma's so hard, that they ended up leaning against the wall of the building they were standing next to. "I did not find it indecent," Sakura stated while rubbing her chest slowly, sensually against his own. "And maybe I want it to happen again…"

Asuma took in another deep breath; the woman before him was beautiful, and she wanted him. Maybe he could save her… maybe he could save her after they went to his hotel room… deciding this was a very good course of action, he allowed himself to give in for once in his life; it was like his body needed hers.

Sakura's body was pressed hard against the building as Asuma's lips crashed against her own. Sakura knew that once his lips were on her own there was no stopping him… she was addicting; that was the way her Master had made her.

Asuma groaned as his tongue entered her cavern; the taste… Sakura found her eyes watching Asuma's as the pupils in his eyes completely dilated. It was inevitable; this would end well for her.

Slowly, Sakura ran her hands up and down Asuma's sides, and purred against the blue haired male. "We should find some place more private," Sakura commented between his kisses. Allowing her tongue to tease Asuma with practiced ease, he nodded eagerly and the two slowly, bodies still attached at their lips, kept moving up the street.

Asuma groaned as the swell in his pants got to an unmanageable size. Sakura's eyes danced with amusement as her hand slowly began to rub Asuma's throbbing erection. Asuma allowed a loud moan to escape his lips as he thrust forward into Sakura's hand. "I can't wait," Asuma muttered against Sakura's lips.

Smirking, Sakura nodded over to the alleyway as she sucked on Asuma's neck. Looking up for only a second, Asuma nodded and quickly began pulling Sakura towards the alley.

She leaned Asuma up against the wall; both of Sakura's hands quickly flew towards Asuma's zipper in his pants. Unzipping them, Asuma groaned loudly as he arched backward. Sakura's hands were so soft but rough at the same time.

With both hands, Sakura gripped Asuma's shaft with a firm grasp. Smirking at the look on his face, Sakura began to pump up and down with a steady pace.

Asuma let out another groan, before he gripped Sakura's hair tightly. His mind was completely blank, and the only thing he was feeling was absolute bliss. Throwing his head back he could not help the tingle he was feeling as Sakura continued to stroke him rapidly.

Sakura smirked as she dropped down low; she kneeled right in front of Asuma's cock. Licking her lips, Sakura's tongue quickly shot out of her mouth and began to encircle the tip of Asuma's shaft. She continued to pump with both hands, and soon she began to twist her hands slowly.

At the new sensations Sakura was creating inside him, Asuma couldn't stop himself. He gripped the back of Sakura's head, and began to thrust forward slamming his cock into her throat. Smirking, Sakura opened her mouth wide, and allowed Asuma's cock to enter her mouth. Swishing her tongue around the shaft slowly, Sakura's eyes darted up to watch Asuma for a reaction.

Throwing his head back against the wall, Asuma moaned loudly. Sakura watched as Asuma's aura began to diminish; the pureness was slowly going away, and that caused Sakura to smirk.

"Asuma." A masculine voice spoke from outside the alleyway. Asuma opened his eyes, and stared towards the silver haired man before him. Frowning, Asuma gasped slightly as his thoughts finally caught up with him; what was he doing?

Sakura's eyes widened as she felt another Virtue's presence; she could take down one, but not two. Worst of all was that Sakura could not seem to feel Gaara's presence anywhere near her; he wouldn't be any help if she got into an altercation with these two.

Sakura quickly let Asuma's shaft out of her mouth, and took a few steps away. She watched as the silver haired man's eyes widened slightly at the sight of her. Seeing the man caused something in Sakura's chest to throb.

Taking a few more steps back, Sakura disappeared with a poof of red smoke; her emerald eyes darted to the silver haired Virtue as she did so.

In the alleyway, Asuma fell to his knees as Kakashi stood a few feet away from him. Kakashi's eyes shone with slight sadness. "… Sakura…"