A/N: HEEYY. I'm so so so so so sorry that it took this long – but, hey now you know why I don't do chaptered fics. I was very busy with exams and such.
WARNING: This chapter contains a lemon! Read at your own discretion!
Ok Lovies. Please review! It makes me write more!
DISCLAIMER: I own Naruto. In my mind. I also own Josh Thomas, Kenichi Matsuyama, Death Note and all the band members in Saosin too. But only in my mind. :(
For a second she was unresponsive, still against his warm, moist lips. But then she remembered how she wanted Sasuke to be her first kiss, and now she had given it to Sai.
I can make him Sasuke in my mind if I want him to be.
His lips moved dizzyingly against her own, and she wondered where the hell he learned to kiss like that.
"Sai...I need you to know. I don't love you." she murmured breathlessly around his lips.
He paused in his ministrations. He was prepared for that. He knew full well when she was crying his name out at his feet that she loved the traitor with every drop of blood that ran in her veins. He knew that she would never give up. But somehow, he didn't bring himself to care. Maybe he was a masochist. But at that second, with the taste of her fresh on his lips, nothing mattered.
So he lied.
"Good. I don't love you either." he murmured back, just as softly.
And so they continued.
He continued to ravish her mouth, enjoying the tiny whimpering noises she made at the back of her throat when he applied pressure to the soft spots in her mouth. She moaned deeply when he massaged her tongue with his own, and she felt him smirk against her lips.
"Oh...Sai...Mmmm..." she gasped when his fingers found her throat and tilted her head back for better access.
He continued to kiss her like that, her small moans and gasps fuelling a fire that had started to build the moment his lips touched hers. She clutched at the hair at his nape, her breathing uneven. She felt like she would die if he didn't let her breathe soon, but at the same time, she didn't want to let go.
His lips moved lower, caressing her jaw line and the soft skin of her neck. She cried out when she felt him suck at the skin there. He growled in response.
Kami - he's marking me as his own.
After the red pock mark had risen, he moved lower, past her collarbone to the soft skin of her chest. He wasn't far from reaching her cleavage line, and her breathing had become embarrassingly loud to her own ears.
His hands travelled from her neck, leaving white hot trails on her skin where he touched her. After tracing the hollow above her collarbone with quick, feverish fingers, he moved to the back of her shirt, lifting it just so, his fingers tracking the flesh of her lower back with no abandon. She cried out louder this time, her fingers pulling at his hair.
Spurred on by this reaction, Sai lifted her shirt above her head, revealing the soft white flesh of her stomach. Running a hand over her stomach while his lips moved back to her own, he could feel her whimpering as his hands explored the skin there.
Odd...So soft and warm...but...muscular as well?
The body of the kunoichi in his grasp had began to writhe and twist under his diligent hands. He explored the planes of her stomach and back, learning that if he rubbed the top of her hipbone like this, she would gasp, and when he caressed her ribs like that, she would whisper his name. All of this, he learnt, and memorised, teaching himself what she liked and didn't like, and soon, she was hot and flushed under his hands.
He smirked under her lips. He hadn't even begun to really touch her yet.
Abandoning her stomach, his fingertips inched higher up, until he reached the base of her bra.
"...Sai..." she murmured, eyes closed.
"What do you want, my little cherry blossom?" he whispered, moving his lips close to her ear, face covered in thickets of her pink hair.
"I...I want...I need-" she stuttered, unable to make a coherent sentence.
"Yes?" he asked softly, fingertips sliding side to side along the base of her bra. His fingers slipped under the fabric for a second, and she cried out wantonly.
His tongue traced the outer shell of her ear, kissing the spot underneath her earlobe.
"Tell me Sakura. Tell me what you want." he muttered inaudibly, his face still hidden in her hair as he continued to stroke her skin.
"I want...I want you...I want you to talk to me like that..."she sighed, arching up into his touch.
His eyes widened, and he raised an eyebrow, a smirk forming on his lips.
"You want me to talk to you?" he asked quietly, never ceasing his touch on her skin. "Hi there, Haruno Sakura. You're ugly." he smiled gleefully.
"No...stupid...not like that..." she huffed in irritation.
"How then? How do you want me to talk to you?" he asked, pulling away from the sanctuary he made in her hair, next to her ear.
He looked at her fully then, laid out in the tall green grass under the sakura tree, and noted her half-lidded, lust infused irises. She looked...sexy, really. There wasn't really any other word Sai could think of when she lay in front of him, wearing nothing but a medic skirt, standard ninja sandal boots, and a lacy bra that was designed for nothing other than to take it off.
Tsk...she's a naughty girl after all.
Sakura swallowed, trying her best to keep a rational train of thought. True, no other man had seen her like this, and the fiery glint in Sai's eyes made her feel demure. But the way that he stared at her, the raw hunger he held in his eyes could not be ignored.
This is...unexpected. I thought he had no emotions.
But when his lips started to ravish her jaw as his fingers snuck behind her slowly undid the bra with a single hand, she knew.
This is... nothing but pure instinct.
"Talk to me... talk to me like I'm the most amazing thing you've ever seen. Talk to me like... you can't resist me." she breathed.
Hn. But I can't resist you anyway.
After discarding the bra, he threw it carelessly to the side, but didn't rise to look at her yet. He wanted to make her feel what she wanted- and he intended to make her scream before this night was through.
"Let me know what you're feeling, little kunoichi..." he rasped into her ear again, kissing a trail down her jaw.
She felt her insides clench at the sound of his rough voice, and heard herself inhale in anticipation as he snaked a hand down her velvet skin, lifting a single leg above his hip. She knew what he was feeling- either that, or he had a banana in his pocket.
And while she had been the one to initiate this, and only a while ago, she was advancing on to him, it was clear who was dominating now. And with this single realisation, she saw that she was very inexperienced, and had no idea what she was doing. Scared, young and nervous. Unadulterated.
But as Sai worked over her body in a flawless manner, she had to wonder. Is...this his first time too? I mean...he doesn't act like a first timer...Heh. I wonder who fucked Sai first? Bet it was Ino.
His hands began to run up her stomach, and she lost all her train of thought. As he reached the base of her breasts, she began to whimper uncontrollably- unable to find a way to show him how she was feeling, and coping with these new, intense emotions in her raw body.
"That's it. Cry. Weep. I want to hear it. All of it." he whispered impassively, as if asking for a spare paint brush from someone.
"Sai... Oh Kami.." she breathed, eyes shut.
She felt him pull away from her this time, and slowly his face became illuminated in the white moonlight. She swallowed when she noted the look of complete lust in his eyes, and how his raven black bangs had fallen carelessly into his eyes, lips slightly agape. She bit her lip in anxiety.
His eyes held hers for once tense, sexy moment, then his allowed his eyes to rake down, devouring the sight of her exposed flesh. She watched his reaction carefully, then unable to take the silence, attempted to cover her chest with a free arm. She was stopped though - Sai had grabbed her wrists at lightning speed and pinned them on either side of her head. She was even more exposed than before now - her sweet, pert nipples standing out from her skin, hardened in the cool air and from the excitement she could feel pooling between her legs. She tried to pull away from her bonds, but he just held tighter. She blushed a deep scarlet, and he just laughed.
"So now you're the nervous one? Hmm...And I thought you were so ready for this." he mocked, unable to wipe the smirk off his face. "A little contradictory if you ask me, Sakura." he added innocently.
Her inner self roared at the taunt, and she felt adrenaline rush through her veins.
"But I didn't ask you, idiot." she sneered just as smoothly , as she grabbed his wrists with her enormous strength, and snaked her arms around his neck, twisting her fingers into his hair. She felt a brief spasm of satisfaction when she registered the look of shock on his features before she pounced on him, kissing his soft lips fiercely.
It was clear now, while Sai had once had the upper hand, now they were both fighting for dominance.
They struggled briefly, trying to push the other down onto the grass, but neither relented. Their contest for supremacy raged on, Sai had her pulling the hair at the back of his neck as she whimpered helplessly against the new emotions in her body. Sakura had him gasping for breath as she devoured his lips, his chin, his throat. Their hands danced on the other's bodies - she had found the crook in his collarbones, and her fingertips melted against the smooth planes there, feeling him jerk against the hypersensitive skin. Sai had more to work with - simply because she was the female in this situation, and when his hands finally cupped her mounds, he swallowed her screams with his mouth.
He tweaked her, finding out what she liked. He fingered her nipples softly, the alternated to pinching them firmly. From how her cries melted from pleasured to slightly pained, it seemed like she preferred being handled gently. His lips left hers for a minute, and he drifted down to her neck, kissing a soft trail as he went. As he got closer to her breasts, she began to hyperventilate, knowing full well what he intended to do.
"Nervous?" he asked lightly, voice slightly hoarse.
She attempted the best dirty look she could manage and threw it at him. "Not in the least." she replied coolly.
"Hn." was all he said, a sound that was both mocking and speculating in the same way.
His lips slowly descended upon her nipple, taking the bud into his mouth and rolling it gently in his mouth. Sakura fought fiercely against the moans that threatened to further boost his ego. Sai's eyes met hers then, eyelids low-set, and her breast still in his mouth. The sight was so strangely erotic that a loud breath escaped her. She felt him chuckle around her skin.
His other hand drifted up, and wrapped his fingers around the other. He massaged and caressed her, and she could no longer hold back her moans. She writhed insanely in his grasp, and he stopped trying to restrain her. Her breaths came short and quick - her cheeks hot and flushed.
"...Stop it." she pleaded as he swirled her nipple around his mouth, gently toying with it with his teeth.
"But why?" he contradicted silkily, kissing her breast gently.
He rose again, meeting her eyes.
"You obviously want me, very much." he murmured, lips brushing against hers. He was so close to her, she could see every individual eyelash pitch black against the pale skin bleached in the moonlight.
"I can't take it..." she moaned.
He chuckled softly. "This is nothing, my little Sakura blossom. We haven't even gotten to the fun part yet."
"Sai-"
"As you wish, ugly."
He pushed her gently back against the grass, and spread her legs wide. Her legs began to tremble, and she fought the urge to keep her modesty.
He crept up to her, and slid her panties down her long legs, throwing them somewhere in the direction of their discarded clothes. His hand slid up her knee, and along her inner thigh. She began to cry out in need.
"Nn..Sai, please.." she breathed, twisting, trying to make his fingertips touch her where she needed it most.
His eyes watched her reaction as he moved closer and stroked her womanhood. Her eyes were round and in shock as she dealt with the new sensations coursing through her body. He noticed the soft choking noise in the back of her throat.
"You like that?" he questioned, voice growing deeper, as he felt his arousal build by simply watching her as if she was the most engrossing film.
"Yesss...Mmm..I like it.." she gasped, as her hips began to move on their own.
He continued stroking up and down her slit, coyly grinning every time she jumped when he reached her sensitive bud.
"Yes - there. I want it there, Sai." she mumbled, clearly lost in her reactions as her eyes drifted shut.
"Come here." he whispered sexily.
He hoisted her up, as he leaned against the tree. He sat her down on his lap, her legs on either side of her as continued to get her off with his fingers. Her head leaned back over his bare shoulder and he ravaged her neck, knowing it would leave marks.
Heh, she's a medic nin. She'll get rid of it somehow.
"You want me." he stated, as if it wasn't a question.
"Yes..." she breathed, shifting her hips so he could get a better angle.
"You want to me touch you like this." he mused, tracing the outer shell of her ear, as his fingers slipped inside her briefly, probing around her warmth.
"OH - yes-" she whimpered.
He kissed the side of her face once before staring into her eyes upside down.
"You want me to fuck you." he concluded, his eyes impassive.
"Kami - Yes, Sai." she pleaded.
He smirked once, before withdrawing his hand, earning him a noise of disapproval, and started undoing the buckle on his pants, and pushing them half way down his thighs. She was still sitting on lap, and his eyes didn't leave hers the whole time. He wordlessly spread her legs out gently and took position between them.
Slowly, gently, he slid inside of her. The look on her face said it all - there was no pain, nothing but an extreme pleasure as he slowly filled her out. Her breaths came short and quick. He could feel her muscles clenching and unclenching all around his length, so hot, so wet, so tight.
Oh Kami...this is...fuck-
She started to move before he did, bouncing in his lap, her body rolling, hips rocking, lips parted, eyes half lidded. His hand found the tufts of grass at the base of the tree, and he was holding on for dear life. Nothing - no one had ever told him that such intense emotions existed. No one.
And at last it was clear, he had been missing out on so much.
But waiting for it was worth it. The fact that the first woman who had cried out at his touch was Haruno Sakura was something he found contentment in.
But now she was whimpering, almost hyperventilating, so he knew that she needed her release.
His hands found her waist, and guided her up and down his length. He pushed her down to his hilt, all the way back up and down again. Her breath seemed to leave her, her back hunched, unable to cope with the raw, unfiltered heat she was feeling.
"ah..ah-ah-AH SAI yes-YES..OH GOD-" she cried, her lips forming an O, and her eyes rolling back.
"Say it again, Sakura. Who is doing this to you?" he murmured in her ear, despite the lack in control of his voice.
"Sai...Sai...harder..." she panted out between thrusts, her breasts bouncing from the force.
He hoisted her up unto her feet, making her squat over him, and pushed down her hips harder than before. She started to scream wildly, her fluids running over their sex, down his legs.
He knew then he wouldn't be able to take much more. And she had to come with him.
His hand reached up to her pink locks and pulled her head back, arching her spine. He lifted his hips off the ground, giving them more leverage, but she couldn't move away from the full force of his thrusts.
"Come now, Sakura-chan. Come over me."
"Sai..." she moaned weakly, and he knew she must be close.
"Now, Sakura."
"Fuck..." her muscles began to tightened even more, as if that was even possible.
"Come for me baby...come for me.." he whispered into her ears again, his free hand that was previously holding her waist came down to circle her clit.
"OH GOD-" her body began to quake, and her thrusts became deeper and harder as she whined out nonsense cries of pleasure.
Then...
Just as she was about to finish...
"OH GOD - yesyesyes- SASUKE!" she screamed into the treetops, as she came violently over Sai's manhood. He grunted deeply, hands tightening on the grip of her hair, and reacted to her muscles milking him as he shot his seed deep inside her. As she rode out her orgasm, her body still twitching, he turned away to hide the look of let-down he felt.
It's always him.
After a few seconds of nothing but silence and wind, their heartbeats levelling out again, he withdrew his flaccid length from her, wiping the mixture of his seed and her juices from it. He dressed efficiently, and was soon completely clothed while she was still wearing nothing but a skirt and boots.
"Here, Haruno-san." he murmured quietly, handing her back her panties, shirt and bra.
She sat up, dressed in silence, and when they were both done, they leant against the tree.
The silence became thicker, and both struggled to find words to say.
"...Haruno-san?" she questioned. "I thought we were past formalities." she said.
He looked her briefly, and casted his gaze back up at the stars.
"Tell no one of what happened tonight." he stated, and it to her it almost sounded harsh. "I don't think that the news of Konoha's best medic screwing some random ninja would come anything short of a scandal." he added.
She swallowed uneasily. After all that had happened, she knew somehow it would hurt him. Even if he pretended that he couldn't feel anything, she knew that calling out Sasuke's name had hurt him, or his pride at the very least.
"...Sai...I'm so sorry." she mumbled. Both of them knew what she meant.
"No, you're not."
"Yes, I am."
He looked at her again, and this time he managed to hide most of the jealousy in his eyes.
She sighed. It was so unfair of her to use him like that. But she knew, somehow, that he didn't love her. So it would be okay. They were just friends. Just experimenting.
Yeah. He doesn't love me. Nothing but friends.
He felt betrayed somehow - after giving her everything he had - after sharing all that beauty with her - then Sasuke. Always that fucking traitor. He could be so much more if she gave him the chance. At least he actually cared about her. What was she to Sasuke? He could protect her, love her, make her happy. But she chose the guy who knocked her out and left her on a fucking bench.
"I'll...see you tomorrow." she mumbled again, getting up, and preparing to walk away.
"Sakura?" he called, watching as she spun around curiously.
"...It's ok if you need to pretend. I can be your Sasuke." he murmured, eyes downcast.
She had to bite back guilt on her face when he said such selfless words to her.
"...Thank you, Sai." she whispered, and turned away.
He sort of noticed it when she wasn't there anymore. He relaxed against the tree, and watched the stars until they disappeared, and the sun took their place.
She might of thought he ws being gallant, by sacrificing his happiness to make her happy in turn, but in all truth, he was doing this for himself, mostly. Because if it meant that seeing her again like that, watching her moan under his touch, feeling her body wrapped around his...
Hell, he could be Sasuke.
Because in every love story...someone has to lose.
R&R baby ;)
