Unfaithful
サスケ & ナルコ

Unfaithful; Naruto has her reasons. Shallow, lusted, Self-centred, ugly, and even ungrateful as they were, they were still reasons. As long as she had a reason, it didn't seem so wrong. As long as she had a reason, the guilt didn't plague her. It was inconsequential, but it was still a reason, and that was all that mattered. Sasuke&Naruto/Itachi&Naruto. FemNaru.

Oneshot II
Unfaithful

Story of my life, searching for the right,
but it keeps avoiding me.
Sorrow in my soul because it seems
that wrong really loves my company.
He's more than a man,
and this is more than love - the reason that the sky is blue.
But clouds are rolling in because I'm
gone again -to him I just can't be true.
I know that he knows I'm unfaithful,
and it kills him inside to know that
I'm happy with some other guy.

There was a mirror to one side of the bed, and by sleeping preference, Naruto always ended up sleeping the night away on the same side. When she awoke, with a thick, pale arm wrought over her waist, she would see her reflection and she would feel guilty.

The mirror was not one that resided in her boyfriend's apartment, and the arm belonged not to her boyfriend either. Her messy hair, the marks on the curve of her back, the aching, tired satisfactions she felt were not the result of her boyfriend's attentions either.

She could picture his face clearly when she caught a glimpse of her reflection. She knew she was cheating on him, but she couldn't bring herself to care.

The arm around her waist tightened, and Naruto felt guilty as she lowered her hands to grasp it, watching their mirrored counterparts and gazing at the reflection of her companion, nestled in the gap between her neck and shoulder.

She was in a relationship, a steady one that she should never be betraying the way she was. Her boyfriend gave her everything and then some, he was very easy on the eye, and he was no slouch in the sheets either. He'd protect her from everything if he could, and even more if she wanted him to.

And yet here she was, in the arms of another man. She felt guilty. She did feel guilty, there was no question that she felt guilty. Her boyfriend was not the kind of man who deserved this betrayal... And yet... He was too perfect.

He was the sort of perfect that felt intimidating sometimes, even though she knew that very few would have the balls or boobs to try and compete with her for his affections, and vice versa. In fact, it was completely fitting that they were together to everyone else around her.

Her mother loved him to pieces, and even more amazingly, he had her father's approval (the man with his arm on her would never get it, she knew). He still thought Itachi a bit too prim and proper, but he could hardly complain about a man with manners and the utmost respect for his 'little girl'.

She had even heard hopeful talk between the three of them of a wedding in a few more years. That was how perfect he was to her parents. They were hoping he'd pop the question one day.

He put up with her addiction to the shopping channels and window shopping, unhealthy food regimes, and he was there for every concert she had. Even her parents had stopped turning up for most but the big ones after she had graduated from high school.

He was the perfect boyfriend. She had no reason to go behind his back. She had no reason to enjoy the lusty sensations that this man had divulged her to last night, the night before that, and the numerous number of nights before that too.

But she needed one. She desperately needed one, if only to justify the disgust her own thoughts sneered at her with. She wanted a reason, she wanted an excuse for when she finally came out in the open with this...

A reason for when she came out with these disgusting actions of hers. A reason for her disgusting and irrevocable addiction to the man with his arms around her waist.

He was awake - he wasn't an early riser by nature, but he was always awake some moments after herself, so as not to 'waste any time' so to speak. His hands were moving, one up towards her throat, the other downwards.

He had a fetish with her neck - he was dying to leave a mark on it, but he had enough respect for his brother to avoid planting a noticeable seed of doubt on her. His lips were always on it though, his breath hot and heavy as he slammed into her, lips grazing it in hopes of persuading her to stay.

They travelled there now, trailing up her spine - gods, her spine... It had never been an erogenous spot for her before, but since his first attempts to seduce her it had been in a constant state of burning.

Her breath hitched as his lips climbed up it, inching higher and higher, over every notch with light touches, before she finally felt that heated, demanding breath on her throat. She wanted the touches that smothered reason from her mind, she wanted the man who caused them, and she'd like to think he wanted her too, but she couldn't find a reason to.

His fingers jerked inside her, and her spine arched; heat spread through her with the curvature towards him, his fingers a constant tease.

He was not often soft in his approach, nor was he very particular about mood. There had been times he'd coaxed her to his flat when she was in a foul mood, and rammed her into the floor. Everything was always at high levels with him.

Sometimes he was gentle, loving even, but not often, and Naruto was glad he wasn't. The pure carnality that dominated him was an imperfection she desperately desired.

His fingers continued to swarm the heat and want together, building up into pure need. Gasping as no relief came with the first moan, she clenched one hand back, yanking desperately (encouragingly, pleadingly) on the roots of his hair.

"Sasuke..." she begged.

There was no reply; just another sharp twist of his fingers, coaxing her further along her building high. She could feel his hard response against her inner thigh... Just a twist of her hips and some quick angling...

"Don't even think about it " he rumbled smugly.

His hands were a vice. One hot and almost threatening on the front of her throat, bringing out her own hot, heavy, desperate breaths. The other continued to torture her with pleasure.

"Sasuke, please..." she whimpered (she never whimpered for Itachi), trying to angle her hips away from his fingers.

Her answer was another sharp twist, another goading tease, and simply more desperation. His teeth nibbled the back of her neck where it joined her spine - the only safe spot - and she was blinded by bliss.

"Sasuke..." she gasped, pleading almost.

"No - I like watching you want me" he murmured, voice as smooth and inescapable as spider silk.

Naruto moaned loudly as he continued his blissful assault on her senses; she could smell the remnants of aftershave, feel the rough new stubble on his face against her neck, hear the hard needy pants in his breath, and she could see dizzy dots from his ministrations.

Sasuke had been an awareness in the back of her mind since she had first been seeing Itachi - he had told her all about his only and favourite sibling. She'd never met him though - Sasuke had been working in another city.

After she finished music college, she joined one of the orchestra groups based in Konoha. She had met her boyfriend two years ago; the past three months were not memories of her boyfriend though.

Sasuke had transferred from another orchestra group as her new piano accompaniment. At first she had kept her distance, knowing Sasuke to have a tense relationship with Itachi.

But inevitably they had started talking, and found several common interests. They started sitting together during after-concert outings with their friends. Then the line started to get blurry, and Sasuke had made his intent clear, not at all phased that she was in a two year old relationship.

Not at all phased that it belonged to his own older brother either; spite just made him all the more eager.

Her aversion to Sasuke's approach had started to wane however, and eventually, she didn't have any aversion to him at all. She enjoyed the attention, the touches, the kisses, and at first, she even enjoyed Itachi's oblivious face when she lied to him.

And she had no reason to, none that she could rationally accept other than the blinding highs Sasuke took her to.

His fingers pulled out of her, leaving in anticipated impatience, and instead glided up her sides, turning her flat on her back. Need dazed her, but she could feel his eyes on her. Dark grey eyes - closer to black - watching the effect he had on her - it made her impatience all the fiercer.

She felt his fingers pulling her skin taught as they moved over her - he kneaded her inner thighs, her hips, traced a line down over her stomach. Lower and lower until his tongue was the object of torture.

Immediately she felt he muscles clenching, her thighs tightening as he grasped them in place to keep from suffocating him. Hot waves of pleasure swallowed her again, and her moans grew higher in pitch as she felt his tongue on her.

She was so close to the edge, so close, but as expected, he never brought her that high. He would eventually, but he got too much enjoyment from this. From watching her, from leaving her so... so submissive.

She hated to use the word, but it was the closest she could get to explain the state Sasuke left her in before he finally took her. No matter where or when he always built her up till she couldn't even contemplate instigating herself.

Either with words or sheer physical strength and actions to trap her, she never won. He was always in control, constantly. She'd been on top several times, but only because he let her be. Sometimes she'd try, and he'd nearly wrestle her for control.

He'd always get it back too. It frustrated her to no end, and in the early days had been a reason to allow the affair to happen. 'Beat him just once...' she'd thought 'just once, then I'll end it'. She had never beaten him. She'd soon stopped trying to.

She couldn't stand it anymore. Against her will her body gave way to its own arousal, calling Sasuke's name loudly as it did. Sasuke held his silence for only a few moments, before raising his head and guiding his lips to her neck once more.

"What time do you have to leave?" he asked.

His voice was very similar to Itachi's, but harsher, more demanding. She could hear the insatiable lust in his voice. Hear the blatant disregard for his brother. Smooth, unsettling sometimes, but gilded with persuasion.

His lips smoothed against her neck, pressing impatiently and fervently, coaxingly. His hands glided over her stomach, stealthily and deftly turning her lower body towards him.

"Hours ago..." she moaned, her neck arching to the press of his lips as the moved to her cheek.

He cemented his lips to hers, enticing her tongue to brush against his with gentle, grazing bites on her lip. In the lingering heat of completion, he pushed into her.

His fingers dragged down her back beneath her, stirring desire in her as he slowly increased his pace. She gasped and moaned at the sensations he flooded her with. The knot of hot desire in her stomach contracted with each thrust of his hips, driving her higher and higher...

Then a familiar paced knock at the door to Sasuke's apartment. The door opened, and Naruto froze, her fingers clenching around Sasuke's biceps, wishing she could shrink so that she was hidden beneath him completely.

"Sasuke?"

Sasuke had a mixed expression as he glowered over his shoulder at his bedroom door. The anger at being interrupted was obvious, but there was at least some reservation there. Much as Sasuke disliked his brother, he obviously cared enough for the truth to surface under different circumstances.

"Sasuke? Are you in?" Itachi's voice called from the small hallway just outside the door.

Naruto's mind was racing; even if she could hide her face, Itachi would recognise her bag and jacket on the hallway floor. He didn't know she had met Sasuke, but he would recognise them immediately by the handmade key rings that lingered from her crafting phase last year.

He would recognise the cut and shade of orange of her coat - Naruto didn't indulge in clothing splurges, but the coat crumpled atop the black cocktail dress was an expensive one she'd bought after a particularly accomplished performance at the start of the year.

Did he already know? She knew Sasuke was possessive, and while he'd never showed it before... Was it a stretch to believe Itachi was the same? He must have noticed something... Had he followed her here? Had he waited for this exact moment to confront them both?

"I'm in, now get out. I haven't got the time for you" Sasuke yelled irritably through the closed door.

"For gods' sakes Sasuke, it's nearly ten! Don't you have anything better to do than sleep all day?" Itachi asked, his footsteps stopping outside the door.

Sasuke's glare at it intensified, and he pulled the overs so that the revealing gap between himself and her would be would be covered from the angle of the door, hiding her. She didn't dare move. She didn't dare breathe in case it alerted Itachi to the identity of his brother's bed partner.

"Yes, so bugger off - you're distracting her" Sasuke sneered.

His hands brushed her back, supposedly soothingly. It didn't work; it simply heightened her desperate wish for Itachi to go away. She was hanging by a thread, she could feel Sasuke inside her, and the white knuckled grip on his sheets was a promise of an experience she would enjoy. But only once his brother was gone...

"Distracting her? Don't tell me you have a girl in-"

"Yeah, I do, now hurry up and tell me what you came for so I can get back to screwing her! You've got shit timing!" Sasuke snapped, coarse terminology not surprising her (Sasuke was a very black sheep in his pristine white family).

As if to give silent emphasis, he replanted his lips on her own, starting a slow, deep torturous pace deep inside her. It took every ounce of her self-control to keep her response little more than a low groan, and even then she feared Itachi would recognise it, burst in and catch them directly...

But fear enhanced her reaction, heightened the sensations. There was a sick thrill to it, being screwed by her boyfriend's brother when he was oblivious by the width of only a door. Something abhorrent that demanded enjoyment from her.

"Why don't you cool your jets for a moment instead?" Itachi snarled back; Sasuke slammed his full length down into her, his lips seeking her neck.

He marked her; he knew she wouldn't be able to complain this time, and in face of the opportunity he started littering her neck with them. Slowly he pressed into her, placing one hand over her mouth to stifle the loud response that threatened to escape.

"Sasuke!"

"I said I was busy. It's my flat - I'll do whatever I want to" Sasuke growled to the door, trailing his lips lower over her collarbone between her breasts.

"...and whoever I want to" he added for her ears, dividing the attention of his lips and tongue to her nipple. His hand left her mouth, and she had to cover her lips with her own hands to avoid moaning his name too loudly as her back arched off the mattress.

There was a tense silence on the other side of the door, then a slight creak of footsteps - a mad thought that he was looking through the keyhole invaded her mind.

Or perhaps something that she had dropped in the hallway had caught his notice? He had noticed something, but what? Surely he had noticed something? Did she care? If it would get him to leave, leave her alone with Sasuke... Did she really care?

"Mother said to let you know that she wants you to come to dinner week after next. We haven't seen you properly since the start of the year" Itachi said with a resigned note in his voice, as if he had relayed the same message several times over too many.

"I'm not making any promises, now get out!" Sasuke snarled, lifting his head and landing a firm grasp on her hips, carving the desire deeper into her with a slow thrust.

"She checked to make sure you didn't have a concert or something else to occupy you. Try not to disappoint her will you?" Itachi persisted, the door opening just a crack.

Naruto froze, her breath stopped in her throat, but she had barely noticed the door. Sasuke's temper, in contrast, flared to new heights. Taking his alarm clock from the bedside cabinet, he hurled it at the door.

"Alright, I'll try and show up, now piss off!" he yelled, the breaking crash of the alarm clock on the wooden door enunciating his anger. His hands glided searingly up the back of her thighs as he lifted her legs back, and then rammed into her. Her hands barely stifled her scream.

She held her hands over her mouth, straining her ears over the pounding of her blood in her ears till she heard the soft click of Sasuke front door closing behind Itachi's footsteps. Then his hands ripped hers from her lips, forcing them above her head into the pillows, and she screamed a whimpering cry of his name as he slammed into her again.

Later, when she had finally left the apartment, gone home and told Itachi a white lie about staying over with a friend from her orchestra, Naruto still could bring herself to regret. Guilt burned inside her as she sat on the sofa, Itachi's arms around her as he dozed, but when Her phone buzzed on the coffee table, tuning a familiar tune…

…she slid out of his arms, and went into the bedroom as she pressed to answer it. Two minutes later, and she gave Itachi another excuse.

"Come over tomorrow after you're finished with my parents?" Sasuke asked later that same evening, his voice husky as he slid his arms around her waist, scoping them lower and lower as his lips pressed against her neck.

Naruko knew it was wrong. She knew she should say no. Itachi loved her. She used to love him, she owed him the decency of honesty if nothing else. She shouldn't, couldn't do this…

"Five 'o' clock" she gasped as Sasuke's found their target, and slid into her once more.

She could do this, because she wanted to. Because she didn't want Itachi, she wanted his bastard, egotistical, ass of a brother. She wanted Sasuke, and until she knew how to tell Itachi that, she didn't see any other way to sate her selfishness.

She wanted Sasuke. She couldn't be certain if he wanted her besides sex or not, but she didn't care, so it was all to willingly that she allowed him to press her back on the bed for one last time that morning. It was wrong, she knew, but selfishness told her to take what she wanted, even if it made her unfaithful.

So, this is a little different, but I wanted to try out my hand at keeping Sasuke, well, bastard-ish (since I'm generally not good at it for long periods), and I happened to be listening to Rihanna when the urge hit me.

Plus I wanted an excuse to write smut. Been out of practice with it. My inner perv was crying from withdrawal I think… There may be a part two to follow this. Haven't decided yet. Really wanna hear your thoughts for this one, because it was quite a test for me personally. Hope you liked!

Nat :)

(Also, apologies for being so horrible to Itachi ;_; I love him, I swear I do, but I can't stand anyone else except Darui, or possibly Kiba, being Naruko's other half.)