A/N: I chose the Title for this story as a whole: Sick Cycle Carousel, because if you ever heard the song by Lifehouse because the lyrics fit in with the Sasuke/Sakura situation I'm putting into this unhappy tale. Why did Sasuke marry someone else was another asked question, well I did say, it was because she was already in a relationship with Naruto.

Warning: If you don't approve… This being the high explicit level forementioned in the first chaper and I think the one I'm expecting heavy flames… I've never been flamed before… lets just say it would be enough to hurt my feelings, but that's the life of an author right? Besides I wrote this so I wanted to get this out, I write for myself a lot. Just to let you know there are no happy endings between them in these stories, that why I placed it under angst, not to say there's no love between them, its just the situations I put them in won't allow for it.

It's kind of sick how I'm stuck on you...

The house was dark, she loved the dark, loved being blind, loved the heightening of her other senses. Sounds, smells, touch. She could even taste the freezing cold darkness of the living room.

The window was open and it was obvious that there was an intruder inside. She wore only her comfortable big tee that touched down to her thighs and a pair of pink boyshorts. In her hand, she held tightly the handle of her kunai.

The floorboards creaked under the weight of feet, wanting acknowledgment and she knew it was he, because he smelt like pine and smoke and no one else she knew was able to maintain the smell for very long.

The room was empty except for the play of moonlight and Uchiha Sasuke, standing beside her couch. His hair was blue-black, the color of midnight, and his eyes darker than obsidian.

She followed the line of his body to the broad shoulders, the muscled edge of his arms, his chest already naked. There was no hair on his chest, only the firm outline of muscles. "I've come for one thing and one thing only." he said that every night, like a mantra.

"I'm not your whore!" she countered, narrowing her eyes, but the warm curl in her lower abdomen was telling her otherwise. Why couldn't she stop? Why did she keep letting him in?

"Aren't you though?" her hand tightened on her kunai, she knew she would never use it against him, never turn a weapon on the man she loved so inadvertently. She drew her legs in against her body, wrapping her arms tight around herself.

"Get out, Sasuke, get out." she felt him kneel in front of her, but she did not dare look. She kept her eyes tight shut. "Get out!"

"Why would I leave when you so blatantly belong to me?" he pushed open her legs, revealing the fabric that hid what would interlock them. He ran his hands up the insides of her thigh and smirked at her.

Once upon a time they had been teammates, friends. Now, sitting there, trying to cling to her sanity, she did not feel very friendly, she felt crazed. Good God, she was an addict and Uchiha Sasuke was the drug.

She wanted to fling herself off the couch, onto him. She wanted to run to him, to jump him, to fuck him. It was not right. This was not her. There was no other way to describe her body's wants. "Stand up." an imperative.

Her fingers unwound from the handle of the kunai and she did as he said. There was no fighting fate. Trust Haruno Sakura to take a page out of Hyuuga Neji's book.

She watched like a predator as he stepped back, distancing them, she licked her lips unconsciously. "On your knees," it was another command that she was less reluctant to obey.

She took a couple of deep breaths before dropping to the floor on all fours. Sakura crawled towards him, feeling like an animal stalking its prey. She really was a whore.

His feet were bare. She lowered her lips to the smooth skin on top of his foot, kissed once before licking along it. His breath came out in a shiver. "Fuck." Sakura used her hands to crawl up his legs, tugging on his pants, until she knelt in front of him.

Without meaning to, she managed to lower his pants down over his hips, exposing the dark blue fabric of his boxers. Her face almost level with his groin, she could see him pressed tight and firm under the cloth, the tip of him straining against the elastic of the underwear.

Sakura wanted to help him, lower that barrier. She slid her hands around behind him, digging fingers into his jeans, groping the backs of his hips. It brought a sound from low in his throat; it hardly kept her from ripping his jeans down with his underwear.

She was doing everything carefully slowly; she wanted to torture him for torturing her. Sakura did not want to be careful and felt anything but slow. She wanted him to beg her to take him. Damn it, she was better than this.

Sasuke stroked her hair, and that one tender touch brought her face back up. There was that look on his face, the one he got when he was sure of her, sure of what would happen between them, he was such an egomaniac. That look brought a low sound in her throat and he touched her cheek. "Don't stop," he said in that soft dark voice, "don't stop."

Sakura pressed her cheek against the length of him and heard him hiss through clenched teeth as she rubbed her cheek against him, her fingers crawling up to knead the flesh at the small of his back. He was so hard, so firm against her cheek under the fabric of his boxers.

Sasuke made a noise halfway between a word and a shout, his hands went to the back of his pants and boxers and he was the one who pulled them down to reveal himself to her eyes. The heat between them was immense as if they could melt whatever they touched.

He was smooth, the head wide and rounded, fine, straight, pressed against the hollow of his hip. She took him in her hands, sliding her hand down to hear more of those hissing breaths. She lifted him away from his body just enough so she could wrap her mouth around the head of him, roll her tongue along that graceful curve of him. He shuddered under her touch and she smiled, he was not as apathetic as he thought.

She drew more of him into her mouth and he was smooth perfection. Every touch, caress and every lick brought some new sound from him and it became a game to see what sound she could evoke next. His breath was coming in quick, staccato bursts.

He grabbed a handful of her hair; pulled her back from him, his eyes and more than likely her own… clouded with lust. "Up."

She frowned at him, was her game already over, how depressing. "What?"

He bent down, took her by the elbows, and hoisted her to her feet. He kissed her hard, his tongue invading her mouth to run along the bone of her teeth, over and under her tongue. It was as if he was trying to possess her through that one vicious kiss. With their mouths still locked together in a gobbling kiss, he lifted her up.

He parted her legs with his hands and pushed his pants completely off with his feet. The feel of him so firm, so ready, drew sounds from her mouth that he drank up like the sake he so loved to drink.

Sasuke used his hands to nudge her lower body away from his, her arms still twined around his shoulders, fingers in the hair at his nape. He used one hand to support all her weight, while the other moved between them. It took less then a second for her to realize what was about to happen.

Sakura fought the feel of his hands, his mouth; she broke the kiss long enough to pant, "Sasuke-kun," and he drove his hips forward, upward.

The feel of him inside her was exactly what she wanted, what she craved for all day long, she was addicted to sex, particularly his sex. He was never hesitant or gentle; he was always unrestrained and uncouth.

He fought against the wet tightness of her body. Both hands kneaded the small of her back over the swell of her hips, pushing her to him, as he pushed him self repeatedly inside her.

She bit down on his shoulder to avoid the screams he induced. He carried her out of the freezing cold living room that raised goose bumps to their skin and erected their nipples. They were in her bedroom, where it was warmer because she had left the space heater on before she had gone into the living room to wait for him.

He let her fall onto the mattress, holding onto her waist, as he remained standing, pinning her body with his at the edge of the bed, he held her as if she weighed the same as a feather.

His eyes were feral, the color of blood specked with six black whirling tomoe. He slid out an inch at a time until he was almost free, then he shoved himself back, made her whimper loudly.

There was no pain, he had been rough the first time when there was pain, but after several encounters she only cried out because he could find that highly sensitive small area that, when stimulated, gave extreme sexual pleasure.

He found a rhythm that was fast, and deep and hard, as if he were trying to break open her very womb, his second goal of course was the restoration of the Uchiha clan, could he at least ask her to marry him first?

Her orgasm caught her unprepared. One moment she was meeting him thrust for thrust and the next she was crushing his hands within her own, crying out, writhing underneath him.

Sasuke grunted, loud and hard as he rode her against the mattress, hard. His body tightened against hers, his dark forelocks brushing against her taut, flat belly, tickling her, mixed together with her orgasm and his was exhilarating.

She closed her eyes as another wave of pleasure tore at her like a riptide, a burst of color flashing behind closed eyelids. His legs gave out and he fell atop her like a crumbling building.

Sasuke pushed her up onto the mattress, still buried inside her; she could feel the tremors of him pressing against her walls in the aftermath of the most incredible sex.

He looked back at her, his Sharingan deactivated; eyes back to their lustrous black color. There was something in his eyes, something serious, she dismissed it because he was always serious, and he had no room for jokes, except for those cruel mocking words of his.

"I want to stay here. I want to marry you." She pushed him off her and sat up, pulling down her tee-shirt and would have went in search for her underwear if she wasn't so exhausted that her legs couldn't even carry her.

"Don't be an idiot." she scolded. Their relationship would never work beyond anything except a quick, mindless, unbridled fuck. Outside of her home, he behaved as if he did not even know her. Even at the get-togethers. "Now if you don't mind, I'd like you to get the fuck out of my home."

He rose, pulled his boxers back over his hips and grasped her hands so she would not swing at him and kissed her brow. "As you wish, but I'll be back tomorrow, maybe in the afternoon, I would like to see you in the light this time." He made a play of kissing her lips, but pushed away, leaving her room to get his pants.

There was nothing to justify to why she was being so cold to him, except that he came to her house seeking sex when they were both in their own separate relationships and still that was no excuse. Giving into him the way she did, every night.

It was all a little sardonic, sadistic, psychotic, and still when he said he wanted to stay, she wanted to say, go ahead. When he said he wanted to marry her… she wanted to say, yes.

One thought alone passed through her mind as she lay curled up on one side: She was going to burn in hell for her transgression. "…can't wait."

-Fin-