There be lemon in this chapter. So for those of you who are under age, don't read if you don't like.

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It was two weeks of flying to get her back to his private castle. His mind was already computing the distance and route. Ino had all but ordered them gone when Sakura had showed up to explain that she would be leaving with Itachi. The blond female ushered them off, seemingly in a hurry to get rid of them, but Sakura knew her better than that. The smile Ino gave her was knowing, Sakura refused to blush in the face of it.

"Shouldn't you inform Shisui and Sasuke that you are leaving?" She asked as he pulled her close in the shelter of the alley, wrapping his magic around them in a strong illusion to disguise their takeoff.

He grinned down at her, shaking his head.

"Shisui will catch wind of my magic, as for the rest, I prefer to keep him guessing."
"He seems to get nosey when you do that if I recall" she reminded him in a dry tone. Itachi shrugged.

"He has since learned more respect in regard to my privacy"

With that he took to the skies, leaping with an impressive rush of air into the sky. Sakura buried her face in his chest and concentrated on regulating her breathing.

Flying was hard on her, he asked frequently if she would like to stop, but she just shook her head.

"I just want to be there." She told him, head tucked in and eyes firmly closed. Arms clamped firmly about his waist, legs tangled with his.

So, they flew on, long hours that were harder on her than him, in spite of it being him that did the actual flying. At night, she slept hard, exhausted, he curled his wings about both of them as protection from the elements. He too couldn't wait to be back at the castle off the beaten path, with his wards surrounding them, when he could truly have her to himself and make good on his promise.

It was early spring in the mountains and the castle was still surrounded by snow, with only the hardiest of flowers poking their heads up through the white. Sakura might enjoy those when she had recovered from her travel sickness, though his intentions for her would see to it she may not get to leave the bedroom to do so.

He carried her straight to his quarters, another thing he had longed to do in the past but never dared for fear of Sakura's reaction. She didn't bother to move, face green from their time in the air. She groaned as he placed her on the big four poster, canopy bed.

"I will instruct Rin to prepare you some broth" he whispered against her ear.

When he returned with the warmed broth though, she was sleeping soundly and he was loath to wake her. So instead he pulled the covers up around her, shed his trousers, keeping his underwear on, mindful of Sakura's sense of modesty, and climbed in beside her. He knew he smelled of sweat and hard work from the flight but for the moment he didn't care, he just wanted to curl up next to her.

He had been in this position once before he recalled. On that first night after that party at which he had received her as a gift. He hadn't known of the treasure he had been handed back then, had been irate with Shisui and Sasuke for what they had considered a joke at his expense. Perhaps now the joke was on them. Taking Sakura as his life mate would elevate her status in the clan to being on equal footing with them.

There was nothing but anticipation in him at the thought of sharing this new development with his brother and cousin. Not knowing how Sakura would utilize her change in status from, slave or gift to future matriarch of the clan made the prospect that much more exciting. For no doubt Sakura would be creative in the revenge she took. He wondered though if only Sasuke had to fear retribution. Would she feel her score with Shisui was settled based on her last encounter with him? He didn't know, and finding out would certainly be enjoyable.

It was late morning when Sakura's stirring roused him from a good sleep, sun shining through the large balcony windows. She blinked up at him, cheeks rosy and green eyes still hazy from slumber. Her long pink hair was a tangled mess, mixing with his on the pillow.

"Good morning" she sighed, voice scratchy from sleep, stifling a yawn as she stretched, brushing toes against his calf, head arching back as she pulled at cramped muscles.

He didn't bother to resist the urge he had to run his nose against the smooth column of her neck, bringing her to a pause, and then to gasp when he gently scrapped his teeth against her golden skin.

"Morning" he murmured in reply, voice just as husky as hers.

He could get used to this. Waking up next to a beautiful, pink haired goddess every morning, one that wasn't out for his power, prestige, the strength of his clan, just for him. She wanted him all to herself, she had told him as much in that back alley in the city of Mist.

He in turn wanted just her, the sneak up on him in his study, half drown and humiliate a deserving Shisui, talk back to him when she felt he needed it, calling him out in his dense moments, beckon him to watch the sunset, little Siren.

Reluctantly he pulled away from her, flicking back the covers and climbing out of the warm bed.

"Where are you going?" she asked, propping herself up on an elbow.

"To instruct Rin to bring breakfast here this morning"

Itachi was careful not to look at Sakura, spread out in his bed. Even fully clothed in the high necked, long sleeved dress as she was, she made an incredibly tempting picture. This was entirely the reason he didn't see her tackle coming.

She pounced off the bed in lovely display of agility, flinging herself around his neck in an effort to bring him to the floor. His wings kept her goal from being realised, and instead she found herself pinned to said floor, black wings creating a curtain of darkness around them.

"You shouldn't resort to such tactics yet Sa-ku-ra" he warned her, voice low, breath tickling against her ear "breakfast first, you will need your strength"

His insinuation was not lost on her, and a blush spread across her skin, darker than the shade of her hair. He kissed her, because he couldn't not. Sucking the breath out of both of them when one of her hands slid leisurely down his front.

He withdrew slowly, placing Sakura gently on her feet before leaving the room with deliberate steps. It was easier than he had anticipated, to leave that is. Perhaps it was because he knew she was waiting for him to come back. In the past, he had always been loath to leave her, unsure if she would be there when he got back, knowing he had done nothing to tie her to himself, and knowing he couldn't do so without risk of alienating her from him completely. It had been worth it, for now she was ready and willing to tie herself to him permanently.

Forming a life bond was straight forward, but not easy. Humans said vows before a figure of prominence, but demon's used magic to form ties that lasted through the centuries. Forming a life bond would drain them of vitality until it was completed, leaving them weak and unfit to properly defend themselves.

The castle's wards were thorough, and he was confident in them. However, Shisui had demonstrated in the past his ability to bypass them if he was so inclined, Itachi wanted to ensure that didn't happen again, especially while Sakura and him where in the midst of forming the bond.

Breakfast was delicious, Itachi was sure, but he could hardly taste any of it. Watching fruit juice drip down Sakura's chin was almost more than his restraint could bare. The worst part of it was that she didn't even seem to notice his struggle.

He kissed her just once before he left again, tasting the sweet fresh fruits grown in the greenhouse by the servants on her tongue. It was brief, along with the explanation he gave regarding the wards he was going to reinforce. The disappointment on her face was enough to make his resolve falter, his fingers lingering under her chin before he tore himself away, gaze heavy with promise.

The few hours he was gone seemed significantly longer to him as he forced himself not to rush through the process. He came back, slipping through the kitchens, where he was informed by Rin that Sakura had gone down to the baths.

She was humming a haunting tune that bounced off the stone walls, the fairy lights burning merrily. Her pink hair reflected the light, as she bobbed and weaved across the surface of one of the deeper pools. The song cut off when she noticed him standing there watching her, eyes red. Her own green orbs stared back, before she lifted a hand from the water and beckoned him to join her.

He undressed slowly, eyes never leaving hers as unbuttoned his vest and pulled off his boots, pants, and underwear with smooth unbroken motions. Black scaled wings twitched in anticipation as he stepped to the edge of the water.

Crouching on the lip of the large stone basin, she drifted to meet him, rising out of the water to kiss him. Her hand snaked around the back of his neck and all the blood in his head rushed downward when he realised she had been waiting for him, she was entirely naked. He didn't resist the harsh tug that pulled him forward into the water, simply using his wings to ensure that she wouldn't attempt to flit from his grasp like the tease she was.

The spell she cast over him that would allow him to breath didn't even register in his mind, to busy with running callused fingers down her soft sides, holding her to him. To gasp underwater had an entirely different effect, one he was not opposed to when it came from her. He pulled her legs around his hips, pulling away from her lips only to kiss her jaw, then feather light kisses along her neck that had her leaning back so that he could cover more skin.

She hadn't done this before, her subtle hesitance told him that and a fierce joy pulled at his heart, lined with a sorrow that he could not claim the same. But his foolishness of the past could not taint this moment for him, she was here now, there would be no others for him, not after this. For already he knew what had been missing, the element of physical gratification that had left him frustrated and skeptical of Shisui's insistence it was paramount to happiness. It wasn't about the pleasure, he saw that now, it was about the partner. Shisui was mistaken.

His own body shuddered when she returned the favor, drawing her tongue along the cords of his throat, her grin at him was enough to make something in him snap. He was frustrated by the lack of leverage being in water gave him, the inability to pin her like his body urged him to.

The water was gone in a few strokes of his wings, Sakura on her back on the stone floor, legs still wrapped about his waist, gasping at the sudden change from warm water to cool air.

He observed his with red eyes taking in the smooth planes of her stomach, the soft curves of her breasts, she was blushing again under his scrutiny. He bent down to kiss her collarbone, following the blush as it spread downward, her fingers threaded through his wet hair, nails curling into his scalp, encouraging his progress.

He tasted her desire when he licked her skin, nipping at the flesh around her nipple. Her back arched, offering herself up to him, breathing harsh.

His fingers snuck between them, and very abruptly she was a wriggling mewling mess. A hot mess.

"Koishii" he whispered against her skin, before sucking hard enough to draw blood to the surface.

His magic was wrapping around them, coming from him in a thick wave that made the room heavy with the scent of him. She responded without conscious thought, too absorbed in what his fingers where doing to her body, what his mouth was doing to notice the way her own magic tingled along his skin, seeking entrance and acceptance.

He wound her tighter, and tighter, finally when her body shuddered in release, his magic also moved to fill her, take residence next to her heart, the beat of his own coming to mirror hers.

She was still dazed when he kissed her again, coaxing her mouth open and sweeping away whatever thoughts she may have been trying to form in the aftermath of her pleasure. It took a moment for her to be properly kissing him back, but when she did it was sharp and abrupt as she took over the situation.

Flipping him with his wings out to give him leverage should have been next to impossible, especially given how weak kneed she herself still was, but she managed it. It may have had something to do with the fact that all the blood had long since drifted down to his manhood and the restriction of his own skin had become a hindrance to his movement and thought.

There was a second when she sat there, hovering over him. He was too stunned by the abrupt change and her beauty to do more than stare at her, enjoying the way her panting made her chest rise and fall. Surveying the hickeys on her breast with satisfaction.

The next instant he couldn't think at all, only moan as she covered him, her own face twisting in a grimace as muscles where stretched that had never been used before. He sat up slowly, her shaking on his lap, waiting for the pain to subside. Kissing her softly now, brushing his lips against the scrunched closed lids of her eyes with a patience that belied his desire.

His magic was in her now though, she had accepted him, and he was but moments away from doing the same to the magic that crawled across his skin, brushing against him with ghostly fingers that would have tickled if he hadn't been so concentrated on remaining painfully still while Sakura adjusted to this first time. The magic he had placed inside her moved, just a bare trace along her insides, coaxing the figurative curling spring inside her to tighten, and her eyes shot open, a gasp puffing across his neck in surprise at the unfamiliar sensation.

"Relax Koishii" he whispered to her.

Leaning back against his braced wings he drew her tight to his chest, fingers of one hand clenching her hip hard enough to leave bruises as he fought for patience. The slight shift in position had her gasping again, not in pain but pleasure this time. He ground his teeth as he waited for her to take the lead.

There was a long moment where neither of them moved, both collecting their breath. A useless attempt on Itachi's part, for when she pushed away from his chest, his breathing was ragged all over again as he surveyed her through lowered lids.

She kissed his collar bone, marking it with a nip that was almost hard enough to draw blood. He was too far gone to truly appreciate her teasing, and when she smirked up at him, blush coating her cheeks his free hand found her other hip and clenched itself there as he waited for her.

"Relax Koishii" she crooned, parroting his words back to him with a confidence that took what little breath he still had completely away.

Then she moved, legs tucking under her to give her leverage, hands resting against his chest, and he was lost. His wing arms shook from a combination of desire and adrenaline that rushed through his system. He tried to help, arms straining to bring her to a faster pace, but she stopped him. Gripping his wrists, little claws digging in to drive home the point that she wanted him to let go.

"Let me Itachi." Her brow was furrowed, and he couldn't resist the request no matter how much he really wanted to. Carefully setting his hands away from her, clenching them into fists to fight the urge to touch and take control.

It didn't take long for her to bring him to release, and even in the euphoria he could feel the beginnings of her own magic snaking through to establish a connection next to his heart. Great shuddering breaths escaped as he allowed himself to slump back on the ground, bringing Sakura with him.

Really it was only the beginning, the amount of magic that it would take to complete the bond was staggering. A tie as strong as the one they had committed to would take months to see to completion, and need to be maintained throughout their long lives. Given the start they had though, Itachi could only be immensely enthusiastic to see it through. Starting with Sakura's release now.

He kissed her again, long and slow, even though he could clearly feel her desire to speed up. The tables had been turned once again, and she was the impatient one. It only took a few minutes with Sakura wriggling for his own libido to stir once again.

She paused, pushing up from his chest with a frozen look on her face that set him to laughing. She scowled at him, just causing him to laugh harder. Frustration with him was evident in her form as she sat up and made as if to move away, but he caught her by the hips and brought her back down, eliciting a yelp from her, which quickly turned into a moan when he pushed his hips up into hers.

"Did you think we were done Sa-ku-ra?" he asked, pushing himself up so he could nibble on her jaw. "We don't get to quite until you scream for me" he informed her, chuckling when she made as if to be irate with him. The blush, and way she couldn't meet his eyes gave away the fact that she was merely embarrassed by his words.

"I think, that perhaps you should scream mine, I-ta-chi" she said reaching up to kiss his Adams apple, using the same tone of he used when he said her name. She ground her hips against his, earning the clenched stomach muscles as he froze in surprise at her daring.

"If you make this into a competition Koishii, I will win" he warned her, voice serious, but eyes giving away how much he anticipated the prospect.

She cocked an eyebrow at him, wriggling on his lap again, daring him to prove it.

There was a yelp from her when he abruptly switched their positions, him on top, her on her back below him. He leaned down to her ear, pitching his voice low to draw a shiver from her.

"Challenge accepted"

The way she mewled under him drew his lips back in a smile that showed fangs. Oh yes, he was going to enjoy this, really this was only setting a precedent for a lifetime that he would make her scream for him. Given Sakura's mischievous nature, he didn't doubt that perhaps she too would be successful in drawing her name from his lips with abandon, he looked forward to it seeing her try.

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Okay, I am still not sure what I feel about this chap. First time writing something lemon so ya...whatever.

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