Length: About seven pages.
Summary: Sasuke is in chains and Sakura can do as she wishes.
Warning: This is a smutfic and there will be smut. The faint of heart should leave now.
A/N: I'M SORRY THIS IS SO LATE IT'S JUST THAT I WAS SICK AND UUGHNN.

"Here," Sakura said, extending her arm to Sasuke. She held in her fingers a shiny, round tomato. For herself she'd brought a salad, but she knew Sasuke was partial to plain tomatoes, sans salt. She smiled widely, even thought Sasuke had a scowl that made the phrase if looks could kill pop into her mind. "I got one just for you. I know you're hungry; we starved you."

Sasuke glared at her. Sakura had this strange vision of him muttering something like, "You killed my boner," which was, in all honesty, kind of cute. It was also funny, which made Sakura giggle as she offered Sasuke his food. "Sakura. I can't move my arms," he deadpanned. Not only that, but he was actually quite mad at her. She killed his boner, for kami's sake. You don't just kill a man's boner. Or maybe she didn't kill it so much as let it die a slow, painful death after teasing it into a frenzy. Either way, it was wrong. You just don't kill a man's boner.

Sakura glanced up at the chains holding him in place. "Right," she said. A tingle rolled down her spine at the idea of feeding him. "Open wide then." Sasuke's mouth stayed stubbornly closed. Sakura frowned. "I can hear your stomach growling. Just open your damn mouth." Sasuke somehow managed to close his jaw even tighter. Sakura rolled her eyes. "Do you want me to feed you?" Sasuke rose a brow. "You do then? Open your mouth! I can't feed you if you don't open your mouth," Sakura insisted. There was a challenge in his dark onyx eyes. Sakura was not one to shy away from a challenge. Fine, she would feed him. Weirdly, and it probably wouldn't taste very good, but she would get this damned tomato in his mouth.

She rolled her eyes and took a bite of the fruit. She didn't feel weird about pressing her lips to his and forcing the tomato into his mouth. She didn't think she would feel weird about doing anything to him after having...done that. Sakura blushed slightly.

Sasuke chewed on the tomato. When Sakura pulled away, she had a blush on her face that challenged the red of the tomato she'd just fed him. He almost laughed. She'd had the gall to keep him from orgasm, and here she was blushing at a kiss. How cute.

The tomato dropped into his stomach. His stomach growled for more; he hadn't realized how truly hungry he actually was. "What else do you have?" he asked, looking down at the food she'd laid down before them. It was ironically like a picnic; she'd set out a thick blanket below them, thick enough that it negated the press of the pebbles on his ass, for which he was grateful. Not that he would ever admit that, but he digressed. Sakura was sitting on the thick blanket with her legs underneath her, her cream skirt sinfully short. And kami, her legs were muscled, milky and delicious. Her shirt was a zip-up, with the zipper right through the middle. It was unzipped just enough to let the teasing view of beautiful cleavage.

This was what happened when you killed a man's boner. Every following thought was about reviving it. Did Sakura have to be so sinfully innocent? Or was it innocently sinful? Either way it was maddening.

"You like onigiri, right?" Sakura waited for Sasuke to open his mouth. He didn't. He waited for her with a smirk that would have a lesser woman pulling his pants down. As it was, Sakura ignored the little throb between her legs and rolled her eyes. "Would you like me to feed you again?" Again, another of those silky smirks. Another roll of vibrant green eyes. Sakura took a bite of the rice ball and twirled it around on her tongue. She leaned back up to put it into his mouth.

Sasuke's response was quick. He curled his tongue around the bite of onigiri. He swallowed it without chewing, then snapped forward as close as his chains would let him, latching his lips onto Sakura's long neck. He heard Sakura curse in response, a quick yelp of mother fucker that made Sasuke smirk against her neck. His tongue darted out to taste the skin of her neck. She was strangely sweet; it smelled of strawberries and soap. The scent was so uniquely hers. Sasuke nibbled down on the soft skin slightly, and Sakura's hands rested on his shoulders, a moan escaping her lips; she pulled herself away and bit her lip.

"That was naughty, Sasuke," she whispered, her breath shaking.

"Hn," Sasuke snorted. Yeah, he was naughty when she was pleasuring him with his mouth less than an hour ago. He was naughty when she was teasing him with those wonderful lips of hers.

Sakura ignored the obvious double meaning in his one syllable. "If you do that, I won't feed you again."

Sasuke studied her. "You wouldn't let me starve."

The pink-haired woman shrugged. "I could always just get someone else to spoon feed you." A grin took over her features, looking akin to evil incarnate. "Bib, bottle, and all."

Sasuke scowled. He glared, icy daggers digging into Sakura's skin, yet seeming to have no effect. "Give me some water," he muttered under his breath, itching to cross his arms over his chest, then remembering the chains. His arms were really getting tired, being kept above his head as they were. He hoped it was possible to gain muscle from this, because really it was all this damp place had going for it. And the blowjobs. But those didn't bring him any release.

Sakura laughed. She grabbed a water bottle and squirted some of the ice cold liquid into Sasuke's open mouth. She reminded herself that she currently had the upper hand in this situation, reminded herself that she had the secret weapon here. But it didn't feel like that, watching Sasuke smirk as he drank down the water, his eyes darkened with unfulfilled lust. She felt like a teenager that was just discovering the wonders her body could do for her. Sakura shook her head and pulled away the water bottle. "That's enough for now," she said. Her words were sudden and her voice unintentionally sharp.

Sasuke chuckled. "You're very easy to read."

A pink brow rose. "When haven't I been?"

"You wear your heart on your sleeve," the Uchiha admitted. He smirked. "And I do believe my name is still written on it."

Her cheeks flushed red. "Shut up."

Sasuke—actually, honestly, and without madness or ill will—laughed.

Sakura was walking away from the door that led to Sasuke's basement when she ran into Tsunade. The poor woman's blonde hair was mussed from the many times she'd no doubt run her fingers through it and the hair at the base of her ponytail was knotted from the many times she'd no doubt pulled at it. She looked half insane and her clothes proved it; it was as if she hadn't changed in days. She smelled like it too. Sakura tried to keep the expression of disgust from her face when she asked, "What's wrong, Tsunade-senpai?"

There was a dazed look in the Hokage's eyes. Then she shook her head and sighed. "Oh, just..." She looked around as if worried about being overheard. Once she found no curious ears, she pressed her lips together and said, "I'm just making arrangements for when—if—Sasuke tells us anything."

Sakura studied her teacher's face. The blonde older woman had bags under eyes and crust in them. She looked overworked and underpaid. And yet she was doing this for Sasuke, making sure he had everything he would need for his return to society. Sakura realized that, even though her interactions with the young Uchiha had been limited, Tsunade had grown to care for him, if only a little bit. Sakura's heart squeezed. Sasuke had a lot more people rooting for him than he realized; he had a lot more people rooting for him than she realized, and that was saying something. Maybe it was just Uchiah charm. Sakura doubted it; she suspected it had more to do with the Uchiha himself.

Sakura resolved to make the man sing like a canary.

She smiled at her superior. "Don't worry; he'll talk," she reassured. Her jade eyes sparkled in a way that made Tsunade proud. Sakura paused. "Hey, has he been taking bathroom brakes?"

Tsunade rolled her eyes. "We're not horrible."

"You've got him chained to a wall."

"Oh but you love it too," the older woman said. She winked a hazel eye and Sakura felt a shiver go down her spine.

Dammit, she knew.

Tsunade smiled at the shocked expression on the young woman's face. She turned away, the smile still pasted on her face. Nothing ever escaped her.

"You know you're nuts, right?"

TenTen smiled. "I am very much aware, thank you," she said. Her brown eyes glittered and Sakura rolled her eyes at her friend's facade of innocence. Still the slightly taller girl adjusted her grip on her kunai and stiffened her relaxed posture. Sakura watched dubiously; this girl had bet her teammate that she could, with her eyes closed, crack a nut in half. Lee had taken her on with loud shouts of it being a "youthful" bet and how he would "bleed youthful blood" to prove help her prove herself right.

Sakura eyed Neji, who stood stoically at TenTen's other side. He looked as doubtful as she felt, only his doubt was hidden under pounds and pounds of a careful facade. Sakura was very good at reading faces that weren't very expressive; it was a talent that had never proven itself useless. She cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted to Lee, "I'm not healing you!"

"I have faith in TenTen, youthful blossom!" Lee called back, making Sakura to roll her eyes and run a hand through her hair. It was already mess from the kisses she'd shared with Sasuke. She blushed lightly and hoped anyone watching would think it was because of the complement.

"They're hopeless," Sakura muttered.

"Indeed," Neji said in a monotone. Underneath the monotone, there was a hint of amusement.

Sakura smiled.

TenTen closed her eyes and threw her kunai at the green-unitard-wearing man with the bowl haircut that he really should have outgrown by now. The acorn on Lee's head split and the kunai embedded itself into the bark of the tree behind him. Lee jumped up and started to clap. "Who's nuts now?" TenTen asked, opening her brown eyes. Sakura joined Lee's in a slow clap, impressed. But why should she be, when aim was TenTen's specialty. "Who has two thumbs and lives up to her name? This gal!"

Sakura laughed. "Ten out of ten, without fail," she said.

Lee skipped up to be with his old teammates and Sakura. "I planted the acorn so that it will grow to be strong and youthful!"

Seriously, this boy was about nineteen, maybe twenty, and he still sounded like a ten-year-old. It was annoying and refreshing. Naruto was somewhat like that, but in a different way. He could be serious then funny with no step in between. At least Lee had a middle ground. "Great!" Sakura and TenTen said together, then exchanged a glance and broke out in laughter. TenTen glanced at Sakura again. "Hey, I'll be right back," she told her old teammates. "Don't start the party without me." Then she led her pink-haired friend away.

When they were far enough out of hearing distance, TenTen sighed. "How're you dealing?" she asked.

"How did you—"

"Well, Sasuke's been back for a while and you haven't said a word about it; I figure now's the time you want to let it out," TenTen announced. She gave Sakura a look that was cross between pity and understanding. "So how've you been dealing?"

Sakura paused, rubbing the back of her neck. She could still feel Sasuke's lips on the side of it, warm and wet and soft. Should she tell her? Tsunade already knew. Did she really need someone else knowing what she'd started on a drunken whim and continued because she had absolutely no backbone when it came to Sasuke? Did she want someone else knowing she was weak against even what her own body wanted? TenTen's wide brown eyes, doe-like in almost every way, blinked at her. Sakura took a deep breath. She told her everything.

When she was done, her cheeks were a vibrant scarlet and TenTen's were too. "I really don't know how to feel about this," the brunette said. Her face looked like it was deciding between a smile and a frown. "On one hand, you're sucking off the enemy. On the other hand, you're sucking off Sasuke. On yet another hand, you're sucking off the enemy. And on the fourth hand, you're sucking off the boy you've loved since you were, what, eight?"

Sakura blushed even brighter, if that were possible. With a shy tone, she said, "There's a fifth hand to all of this."

"Oh?"

Sakura nodded. "If I can get him desperate enough, I can get him to tell us everything he knows."

TenTen smiled; it was a sly, sort of perverted smile, better suited for a face like Kakashi's, if he'd ever uncover it. "You are one evil little vixen. I am so proud of you!"

"You sound like Ino."

TenTen shrugged. "Eh, you hang out with a person long enough." She knew Ino didn't know any of this, didn't even know Sasuke was back. All of this was a secret between the only girls who were allowed to keep it. TenTen only knew because she'd been on the team that captured him. "I say keep going. You're enjoying it, he's enjoying it, and you can get all and any information you want. Where's the harm?"

"When he gets out, he'll be pissed; there's the harm!" But she wasn't sure anymore.

"Give him a good one, let him cum, and call it a day." TenTen smiled, again that leery grin. Sakura didn't know whether to be crept out or amused. "He won't hold a grudge."

Sakura rolled her eyes. "You're kind of insane."

"And you're kind of a dominatrix."

"Shut up."

TenTen laughed. "Get back to your mission." She waggled her eyebrows.

"How was your potty break?" Sakura asked as she came down the stairs. The door automatically locked behind her, and for that she was grateful. Sasuke rolled his eyes at her but otherwise stayed quiet, just like the normal Sasuke. He hadn't changed at all, regardless of how adamantly he insisted otherwise. "I want to try something new," she said, coming to the base of the stairs. "How would you feel if I unlocked one of your shackles?" She jingled the keys.

Sasuke's eyebrows shot up like a rocket on takeoff. "Just one?" This was his chance. He could snap the keys right out of her hands after she unlocked it if he just moved fast enough.

Sakura nodded. "Just one. Are you left-handed or right?"

"Right."

Sakura smiled. "Then I'm unlocking the left hand," she said smugly.

Sasuke inwardly cussed; he wouldn't be as fast with his left. It wouldn't be impossible, but it wouldn't be easy. He watched Sakura slowly come closer. He expected her to stop just in front of him and bend over to unlock a cuff, giving him a view of her tantalizing cleavage as a goodbye present. She didn't. Instead she sat on his lap, ankles locking around his back just as they had yesterday night. Sasuke cursed the fact that she was a smart girl; escaping while she sat on his lap would be incredibly hard.

The keys rattled on the waistband of her skirt, teasing him ever so cruelly. Sasuke watched it. Then she started to move her hips, around in little circles, just as she had last night, and Sasuke glared. "What are you thinking?"

"I told you I want to try something new," the rosy haired woman reminded. Her eyes were wide and green, but they had something hidden behind their verdigris depths. Mischievousness. Sasuke wasn't exactly sure he liked it. Her hips rolled around again and Sasuke was sure he did not like that mischievousness. That look in her eyes was not his friend. Not his friend because he needed to concentrate on escaping, not getting into his old teammate's pants. Although skirt would be a better term. And kami did her legs look beautiful wrapped around him. What would they be like on his shoulders?

This situation was not in his favor.

Or maybe it was and he was looking at the wrong goal.

Sakura wrapped her arms around his neck and lifted herself close to his neck. Her soft, warm lips came into contact with his neck, and Sasuke's hands struggled against the chains as Sakura thrust her hips down. Her lips curled around the lobe of his ear, her tongue teasing it in a way that shouldn't feel like heaven, but did. Sasuke had never let a girl touch him, even during sex. If she girl got too handsy, he'd shut her up with a well-placed caress or a wet kiss. He was peculiar about who could touch his body where, when, and why. His sex life was straight and to the point, with no funny business except to distract the girl whose body he was using for his own pleasure. Having Sakura touch him like that, licking the shell of his ear and sucking on the lobe, felt intimate in a way he couldn't quite name. Her fingers traced his neck, playing with the greasy hairs at the end of it, and her hips rolled again, pressing down on his dick, waking it up from its catnap.

The thing never slept for long.

"Sasuke," she gasped lowly. Her hips rolled again, and suddenly her lips were on his, slow and warm, like making love. One of her hands left his neck and the keys jingled off her waistband. His left hand was freed and just as soon as it fell into his control, Sasuke had it holding onto her waist. He dug his hand below her shirt. Her skin was smooth, delicious, under his fingers. Onehandedly, he managed to unzip the shirt, exposing the dark bra she wore. He didn't bother trying to unclasp it and make a fool of himself; instead he pulled it up over her breasts.

Sasuke broke the kiss to gaze upon her. Her breasts were small, comfortable for a woman as active as she no doubt was. They were milky, tipped in a pink to challenge her hair. They were mouthwatering, and they fit in his hand like a key in a keyhole. Sakura gasped when he dragged his thumb over a nipple; he actually felt bad that he couldn't use both hands to give her the pleasure she wanted. As it was, he tugged at the nipple he could reach, and Sakura's back arched upwards. She was small, but her breasts were perky and they stood with pride, just high enough that Sasuke could wrap his lips around the other nipple. He flicked at one with his fingers and at the other with his tongue. She tasted like strawberries and cherry blossoms. How appropriate.

Sakura ground her hips into Sasuke's growing erection, pushing her breasts further into Sasuke's mouth.

Sasuke let go of her breast with a soft popping sound, much like the sound of her letting go of his dick. The cool air of the basement jail against her wet nipple made Sakura whimper. He licked the underside of the soft lump of flesh, then took his attention away from her chest entirely. His free hand found its way down between where their bodies met and into the waistband of her skirt and underwear. She was wet, and her clitoris was rubbing right on the head of his erection. Sakura whimpered, ground her hips downward, when Sasuke trapped the ridged bundle of nerves between his fingers.

"Oh my—Sasuke!" she cried out, and Sasuke smirked, pressing open-mouthed kisses to the valley between her breasts. He put a finger inside of her, a squelching sound coming from her wet flesh and a desperate moan coming from the woman's lips. Sasuke pumped the finger in and out, using his thumb to stimulate her clit. Sakura thrust herself down on his fingers; Sasuke let her ride them until she came. Sasuke made sure to watch her face this time: Her eyes clamped close, so tightly Sasuke was sure she would be seeing stars; she bit down on her plump lower lip; her breathing quickened; the knitting of her brows. Then, as she came down from her high: The slow opening of her eyes, fluttering like butterfly wings; the release of her lower lip, marked with the indents of her teeth; the slowing of her breath; the untying of her brows.

She looked like an angel, fallen from heaven.

Sasuke tried not to let himself think of that as he pulled her panties to the side and somehow, onehandedly, managed to drag down his own pants. Sakura caught her breath and lifted her hips, watching with curiously fascinated eyes as he aligned himself with her core. Before Sasuke could ask about her virginal status, Sakura thrust her hips downward and through her maidenhead. Sakura let out a whimper of pure agony; a wave of guilt overcame Sasuke for a second. Then Sakura had caught her breath and her hands found his, entangling their fingers.

She was so, so beautifully tight. Sasuke's hips thrust forward the second Sakura rolled hers. She whimpered again, although this time not in pain; the sound was like music to his hears, water to a parched man, cliché after cliché. Sakura manged to angle herself so that her clit rubbed on his stomach every time she thrust herself down, every time his hips rose to meet her. She was so damned tight. It was beautiful. There were no other words for it.

He was so lost in his bliss that he didn't notice Sakura chaining him again.

Sakura thrust herself down and rolled her hips, the feeling of being painfully stretched and wonderfully full at odds. They couldn't hold a candle to the way the skin of Sasuke's abs felt on her clitoris. She was still so sensitive from her last orgasm, and she was so close now. Her inner muscles clamped down on Sasuke's cock, and Sasuke almost came right there and then.

He hated the word almost. Because once Sakura was done with him, once she'd ridden out her orgasm, she stood up, leaving Little Sasuke covered in her vaginal fluids and throbbing in lust. She smiled at him with her post-orgasmic haze and kissed his cheek, pulling his pants over his erection. "Be a good boy and I'll be a good girl," she whispered against his ear, her tongue curling around his earlobe.

It was after Sakura had left him that he realized that he was tied up again.