Betrayal is made in Blood

llwild1992 (2011- )

I do not own Naruto or any characters save for my OCs and mind you there will be some massive Out OF Character (ness)

At 13 he left, 23 he returned. If I had not fallen back in love with him I would have been the one to sign his death warrant. We secretly married at 25 and at 27 he gave everything up to betray us once again and create another shinobi war. Revenge can still be sweet if covered in blood.

New description: I thought we knew everything about each other. But I was wrong; I was a pawn in his quest for blood-soaked revenge. How can someone you love hurt you so? I though Sasuke loved me, but it was a lie, just as sorrow brings tears; Betrayal is made in blood.

I woke feeling so relaxed. I was warm but the cool crisp sheets of cotton draped over me were so nice and enjoyable. I rolled over onto my back and stretched my arms over my head and wiggled my toes. I hadn't opened my eyes yet, I was just savoring the feeling. I don't remember another night that I slept so well.

"You say that your apartment is rent control?" a familiar voice said next to me, I opened my eyes and rolled to end up on Sasuke's left arm. He was lying comfortably on his back, one hand bent behind his head as he looked down at me. "It's big." He smirked.

I smiled and laid my head down onto his shoulder. "Good deal too, and I chose what I'm paying for rent."

"Though the pink walls scream teenaged girl." His chest vibrated with a chuckle. I couldn't help but agree, I just didn't feel like going out and buying new decor to go along with a new wall color. We chuckled together for a while and then just laid in quiet.

Outside my windows the sounds of the village coming to lie brought us back to reality. I looked over the plain of Sasuke's chest and towards the window. The clear blue sky was a new blue; it was different today than it had ever been before. Why was that?

"Do you regret it?" Sasuke whispered.

I thought about what he was talking. The fighting, the kissing…and after the kissing, I smiled and snuggled more into him, "I'll think about it later." I felt the arm I was laying on top of moved from under me. His fingers touched the skin of my back, roaming slowly in small patterns, raising gooseflesh. "Did you plan this when you decided to go to the wedding and stalk me?"

"Maybe," Sasuke said, "I went initially because Kakashi asked me, Ino did invite me after the trial but I wasn't sure I was going to go, and then Kakashi told me it would be good for me." I felt him shrug at his explanation, "I'm not good with crowds."

"And you were "Mr. Popular" before." I reminded him.

"Not of my own choice, blame my mother's genetics. Itachi and I stood no chance at getting away." I was shocked, at the mention of his brother years ago, Sasuke would snap into a violent mood swing, now he was making a joke with Itachi in it? He must have felt my back tighten with tension. "I'm okay with it, Sakura." He continued to rub my shoulders, "I know the truth. Itachi spared me from his mission because I knew nothing of the clan's true intentions, I was an innocent, and Itachi loved me too much to do it. Everything that he did was to protect me, to keep me strong and alive." His arm gathered me closer, "It makes me feel better knowing that after all this time; my brother still loved me to the end."

I bit my lip and rolled more into his side, placing my right leg over his and my arms around his neck. He tensed up a tiny bit but relaxed into my touch and rounded his arms against my back, pulling me tight against him, his chest rising and falling with relaxed breath. His heart was thumping like a drum, not erratic, but strong, proud, and it made this whole morning seem so much more real. Sasuke was really here, alive, and in my bed. Tell me five or six years ago that this was possible I would have laughed at you.

But this felt so right.

I ran my fingers across the skin of his neck as he drew patterns on my back. There was no need for words. We didn't need to discuss last night's conversation and lovely coupling. Nothing was giving me the guilty feeling in my gut you'd think I'd have. I closed my eyes and just let myself relax into the warmth of Sasuke's body.

"I must warn you," I mumbled, "I'm the snuggling type, keep allowing me to do this then you'll never get away from me."

His chest rose with chuckles, "what if I don't want to get away." The next thing I knew I was looking up at Sasuke who looked down at me with a smile. "I've waited for what seems to be an eternity, now that I have you; I'm not going to relinquish you."

I looked up at his deep onyx eyes, his hair was growing back fast, he had as much hair as a sixth month old would have, the tuffs at his forehead were handing down across the top of his hairline, before he used his hair as a shield, always allowing it to fall in his eye line, but now without it I could see his face. His expression was baffling, almost as if he was at peace with himself, as if nothing would bother him again. I reached up with slow hands and held his face. His brows dropped as his eyes became softer. Slowly he leaned down to chastely kiss me on the lips before he dropped his head to my shoulder, snuggling into the curve of my neck, his nose absently rubbing against my pulse.

"I am also a bit of a snuggler." He admitted.

My alarm going off was the next sound that I heard. I reached over and pulled the cored and unplugged it from the wall. I rolled over to the opposite side of the bed and stretched out. Upon opening my eyes I remember that Sasuke should have been here. I looked around me and noticed that he wasn't…had he left. I sat up and held the sheet to my chest, my hair falling around me in disarray. Both sides of the bed where warm, he must have just left. I shook my head feeling like I was about to fall back to sleep. I couldn't think, I kept feeling ghost hands and lips all over my body. I felt tingly, electricity, heat, cool, any sensation that I had felt the previous night was being relived on my skin. I raised my fingers to feel my slightly puffy lips, the corners of my mouth parted in a smile as I remembered his kiss.

After about ten minutes of running my fingers over my lips and shoulders I got out of bed, washed my face and teeth, and went in search of coffee. My apartment was quiet. Everything was put back in its place, having been thrown aside, pushed over, or stepped on when we had entered the door. I went over to the coffee table that my grandmother had left me, it was her dining table, but I don't live in a traditional home, so I use it as a coffee table, and pushed it back about three inches from where Sasuke had placed it. That looked batter.

An hour later I was at work, feeling happy as a song bird, heading off to the nursing station to get my first rounds of the day. The nurses were having tea and pastries when I arrived. I bid them a good morning with a big smile.

"Haruno how was the wedding? I heard it was as fabulous as Ino is?" the bond dark haired nurse asked me, as she fingered her engagement ring, she too was planning her dream day.

"It was amazing; Ino couldn't have done a better job."

"Wow, you look so different? Did you cut your hair?" The other nurse asked as she leaned in more towards me, her brown eyes searched my face.

"I just had a good night sleep."

"Taka, I'm not seeing things right?" she said to the dark haired woman, "does she look different to you?"

"Hmm," Taka thought as she looked at me while she handed over the clipboards, "now that you mention it….her hair is the same….but she's glowing….ah ha I know!" Taka slammed her hands down onto the wooden desk and leaned over to me, "who were you dancing the mattress mambo with?"

I tried not to turn red, "no one, you both know that I'm single." I felt my ears burning.

"No need denying it; nurses know everything!"—she darkly whispered—"Hana am I right or what? She looks sublimely ravaged!"

"Yes she does!" Hana said, "Did you and Kiba relive old memories?"

I rolled my eyes and walked away, my neck was starting to overheat.

I walked into my apartment after my long day at the hospital feeling so dirty and tired. I just wanted to take a nice long bubble bath—oh wait I don't have a tub—slip into my pajamas, and sip a cup of tea before heading off into dream land. Closed my door and turned the lock, once I heard the deadbolt click I let out a huge sigh of relief. I tugged off my lab coat and threw it behind me not caring where it landed. You think after years of doing hospital work I would be used to the stress of a long day? I closed my eyes and rested my forehead against the door. My feet ached, my back felt like I was carrying a dog the size of Akamaru, my hands felt like they were scraped repeatedly across unpaved stone, and my BO smelled like Naruto on a good day.

The silence in my home was absolutely a belling within its self.

"Sakura," I tensed up when a deep voice whisper my name. Slowly I turned around to see Sasuke sitting on my cream colored sofa, sipping tea, in just his pants. I looked down at the shoe rack and found his sandals placed neatly side by side on it. I looked back at him and by my look he understood that I was puzzled, "I came here to take a shower; the water in the Uchiha District was shut off eight years ago."

I sighed and nodded. "You could have gone to the men's baths."

"Could have," he smirked as he set the cup down onto my coffee table—with no coaster. He then stretched out his long legs and lent his head back against the top of the sofa, "didn't feel like it, I like your place better."

"How long have you been here?"

"An hour, there is another cup of tea for you. I can go get it?" was he offering to get me tea?

I shook my head, feeling my legs wobble and about ready to give out. "I'm going to take a shower." Without further ado I started for my bedroom, taking my shirt and pants off as I went, not caring if Sasuke was following me with his eyes and got an eyeful when I threw my bra off as I went into the room. I was tired, cold, smelled, and I really wanted a freaking shower. Just because he was here does not mean that I had to keep my clothes on. My original plan was to disrobe the second I closed and locked my door. Some days, you just don't want to wear cloths in the comfort of your own home.

I walked into my bathroom, didn't bother with the lights, and started the hot water and stepped in. I felt so relaxed and glorious! I could have sung a tune, if I didn't think Sasuke would have heard me and thought I was a dork. I reached over for my body wash, but it wasn't on the shelf. I sighed and placed my head against the cool tile as the spray from the water hit my back.

"Should I consider you my stalker?" I asked when I sensed Sasuke release his chakra signature and stepped fully behind me, the water making tapping sounds as it hit against his skin.

"No,"

"Then why are you in my shower?"

"Because I want to be." I heard the snapping sound of the body wash being opened. "You look too exhausted to do this by yourself; you might as well fall asleep here."

"Just might, I wouldn't mind that." I felt the material of my luff touch the outside of my shoulder, followed by the scent of my body wash. "Is this totally necessary?"

He started to wash from one shoulder to the other, "Yes."

He lathered up my back and then turned me around. Not that I was objecting, from the pressure of his hands on my back I was a blob. The spray hit the back of my head and I sighed at the feeling. Sasuke wrapped his arms around my body and held me up. I didn't want to open my eyes, that would make this more real than it already seemed, this morning was like a scene from the pages of a romance novel. I felt Sasuke lean down until his chin rested on my shoulder, his lips kissed my collarbone. The affection was nice, still unbelievable that it was coming from Sasuke, but from last night's events—Sasuke was all about the affection in private.

I replayed the events of last night in my head as Sasuke returned to washing me, one strong arm held me up as the other hand lathered shampoo into my hair. After we started to make out at Ino's wedding, I invited him back to my house. I decided to let my attraction for him bombard rational thought. I shivered as I relived his fingers against my skin, his lips against my own. Then reality hit me back as Sasuke maneuvered me under the water to make the shampoo suds run off of my hair. My head fell back with the weight of the water. Sasuke took advantage of that and sprayed more body wash over my neck and chest. I opened my eyes when I felt his big hands rubbing the wash over my front down my sides, and over my stomach. His eyes were intently watching mine.

This wasn't sexual at all. I was not getting the full on wave of arousal; he was clearly not aroused at the moment. This was much more than excitement.

It was intimate. We were comfortable with this; it did not need to be sexual. But…sexual was nice….

(LittleLemon Time)

I laced my fingers together behind his head and brought his mouth down to mine; all I wanted to do was kiss him silly. He reacted strongly to my kiss and quickly over powered me. He licked, tasted, and plundered every corner of my mouth, his hands strong against my back as he pulled me closer. He took the spray of the water, the warm drips flowed down his lashes, cheeks, and nose and down onto my face. My eyes closed as I held him stronger to me, he intern molded my body against his. Skin on skin is truly the most exotic feeling in the world. To feel as if you are one with another person without begging truly united. My breast pressed into his chest as my knees bumped against his. My hands couldn't stay still any longer, they parted and ran against the soft tuffs of hair that where growing back.

His hands traveled down to my thighs, I was surprised when he hoisted me up against him, my knees wrapped around his waist to keep my balance. He shuffled until my back was plastid against the cold tile of the shower. His hands were free to tangle themselves into my hair as he deepened the kiss. Every sensation was awakening my body, the feel of his heated skin, the cool of the tile, the water beating down on us. Everything was absolutely perfect.

"Sasuke," I managed to say between kisses, "please?"

Without a word he twisted his hips and entered with pulsating fire. We both moaned at the sensation. As he started to move with deep thrusts my breath was caught in my throat. His forehead was pressed to my neck as he quickened his pace. I held his head against my chest as I felt pleasure build and run over me. Sasuke breath started to become rapid as did his movements. He seemed to go deeper than ever before. Under the spray of the water and against the coolness of the tile we because a living flames of fire, consuming, and growing on life and each other. My whole being seemed to flow outside my own body and I was one with the cosmos as the white hot intensity of our joining took over and brought us both to the cataclysmic ending of pleasure.

We were out of breath, whimpering from the sensation. My legs still locked around Sasuke's waist as his arms held my back. He kissed my throat as he regained his breath. I could feel our heats thumping against our chest cavities, frantic and rushing. We stayed like that in silence for what seemed to be forever. I enjoyed the feel of having him close like this, I ran my hands over his short hair, personally I love it when men shave their hair off and the short soft strands grow in.

To my displeasure Sasuke removed himself and dropped my legs from his waist. His hand moved to hold my sides as my legs shakily started to hold myself up. He continued to kiss my neck as I continued to run my hands over his hair. When I felt as if I could stand on my own I placed my hands at his chest and pushed him away so I could kiss his lips.

He chuckled and kissed me back a few times before straightening his back to his full height. "I'll go get you're tea," he said with a kiss to my temple. He removed his hands from me and exited the shower. "Finish up."

I stood there, not knowing what was happening as I watched him from the frosted glass door; he took a towel from the rack, dried off, and then put his close back. He even put the towel back on the rack. It took a moment for my brain to start working….did we just….yes we did….MAN IS HE GOOD! I chucked as I leaned back and rinsed off a last time and then turned the water off. I hopped out of the shower and wrapped myself in a towel. He had left my door open. Quickly I sauntered into the room and fetched my pajamas from the closet. I could hear the kettle whistling from the kitchen. Looking down at my raggedy sweatpants and t-shirt, I couldn't help but think I had chosen the wrong nightwear. I threw them back into the closet and rushed for the dresser.

If one good thing came from being Ino's best friend, it was the fact that she always made me buy sexy nightgowns whenever we went shopping. I choose the dark purple gown and matching panties. I haven't seen this one out of its hiding place since I bought it as a "present from Ino to Sakura", thought it was my money and she knew I had just broken up with Kiba….poor guy….this thing looks so amazing on. I dropped the towel and got dressed, ran my fingers thought my hair and looked at myself in the mirror….the nurses were right….I looked like I had been given a good ravaging….again.

"Are you coming out?" I heard him say from outside the door.

I closed the dresser and headed for the living room. I got a glimpse of Sasuke throwing the teabag out and poring milk in the tea cup. He looked very homey in the kitchen. I smiled as I walked to the couth.

"So," I sat down onto my couch as I watched Sasuke fetch me the cup of tea he had promised, I had my back to the armrest and left plenty of room for Sasuke to sit on the other side. "How are you able to escape from the ANBU watch that has been designed for you?"

Sasuke smirked as he walked into the living room, holding the tea, "I learned their routine quickly, they really only check on me at sundown and sunup. I may be a prisoner, but I'm still a shinobi." He sat down and handed me the cup.

I took a sip and looked up at him, "why exactly are you perusing me again?" I asked.

I rolled his eyes and smirked. His hands reached out for my uncovered ankles and pulled my feet into his lap. "I came back for you—for a chance at a home, a life here." His strong hands started to kneed away at the tension in my fright foot. "I'm not leaving this village ever again. This place is home, I'm tired of running all around, destroying, killing," his eyes got darker as he thought about the last ten years, "I can still hear their screams, all the people I've killed. Whenever I thought about home, you came to mind. I can't picture anything without you in it."

"So you just figured that you'd walk right back into the village and I'd be there waiting with open arms?" I raised my eyebrow as I look a skip. He was very good at massaging.

"I would never expect you to be that easy." He was slight at that.

"What?" I growled, "Blame your powers of seduction. I wasn't the one that was ready to get into bed. You where the one that made a move chained up in Maximum and slightly woozy—to be honest I was surprised that you had the strength to keep your eyes open. Beside do you see me complaining? As you said I haven't had a man in years, so an orgasm was well over due."

"So you used me for my body then?" he smirked, "that hurts I thought we were on the same page about this?" he motioned between us.

"And what page would that be?"

"That we belong together." He said with a serious note. His hands moved to the left foot.

"Keep telling yourself that." I pretended to roll my eyes as I look at him. What was happening here….very domestic. Sasuke and I were sitting on my couch having a normal conversation while I was sipping tea and he was massaging my feet. I felt so comfortable with myself that I had let my guard down, Sasuke's guard wasn't even up, and he was totally at home like this. This—whatever it was, felt amazing.

"I'll keep telling you that until you realize it." He looked down at my feet and focused on releasing the tension. And that I didn't mine, I put the cup down on my coffee stable, with a coaster, and lent my head to the side of the couch and closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of being papered. "Remember the time when if I looked at you, you'd swoon?" he said.

With my eyes closed I smiled. "Yeah, I was twelve and had a crush, sue me."

"But you're twenty three now, and you swooned."

I couldn't help but smirk, "call it a momentarily laps of judgment and pent up sexual energy along with booze." He hit a knot above my big toe and I groaned at the feeling of the momentary pain and amazing feeling of it being gone. "Though—"I rasped, "—the grownup Sasuke is so much more enjoyable and human when compared to the emo kid I knew. A little higher…" h obliged, and a smile chuckle escaped his lips.

"Don't let on that you're enjoying this?"

"Spend twelve hours on your feet and working though lunch and you tell me that you wouldn't enjoy a foot rub."

"You work yourself that hard?"

"And learn more under Tsunade three days a week. I'm becoming more of a doctor than a ninja. But I don't mind, time to reorganize and reevaluate my position in live." I pushed my fist in the air as a sign that I was proud.

"You're talking like you're a thirty year old housewife."

"Maybe that's what I want to become, I'm just working overtime to get there." I chuckled. I opened my eyes and was instantly trapped by Sasuke's intense gaze. His hands where still hard at work, they were traveling up mu calf, digging into the muscle, but is eyes were on me. "You really do want me in your life don't you?"

"With everything that I am," He said…smiling!

My eyes became as wife as serving plates, my mouth dropped, and my whole body got cold when I was graced with the sight of Sasuke Uchiha genuinely smiling at me for the first time. He wasn't forcing himself to smile, he wasn't trying to act domestic with me, and he really wanted this. He wanted me. He wanted to just be here with me.

I pulled my feet away from Sasuke and maneuvered myself until I was straddling his lap. His hands went instantly to my hips and held me there as my arms curled around his neck. I held his gaze and I looked down at him. We sat there like that for what seemed like days. Neither of us spoke, moved, and maybe even breathed. I searched his eyes for the truth. His eyes were clear, I could see myself in them, and there was no darkness, no hidden intent, nothing to be alarming. He was telling the truth. All he wanted was me. All he wanted from this village was a life, a home, and possibly a family. He wanted love; the one thing denied him for all those years.

I rested my forehead on his, "you have to keep up appearances." I said. "No official moving in, no requesting me on missions or for anything in public. No dates, no flowers, and no signs of affection—save for in the apartment. Not a word to anyone about this. The second the elders hear something of this—you're dead or imprisoned. This has to be as secret as if it does not exist. Even more secret than the fact that Tsunade and Jiraiya are sleeping together—"

"—they are?" Sasuke asked.

"Yeah, everyone knows."

"Is that all you request?"

"Basically," I kissed him on the cheek, "everything that you said last night, was right. I tried to lie to myself whenever I thought about you, but I can't now. You're here, you're alive, and you're not trying to kill me. You're not breaking my heart. Every time I picture my life—you were in it. So I tried to focus on how my life looked on the outside and not what I wanted behind closed doors." He leaned up to kiss me, smiling. With that look I decided to say the words I knew he wanted to year. "I want you too." I admitted, "for all intents and purposes, I want you Uchiha!"

His lips found mine in a long, passionate, and longing kiss. When it ended he leaned his head back on the rest. "No telling the girls," I nodded, "for the love of god keep buying that body wash!" I laughed, "I want you, every night, all night, forever. I want a life with you. I may not fit into this plan you have created, but I think you can work around me."

I leaned down and nibbled on his ear, "I can try," I whispered hotly before I started to kiss down his neck. My hands ran up and down his chest, I was ready to rip the material right off.

"I know the terms of my probation don't exactly allow me to be with you, but damn them all to hell." He grunted, "I'll break every term they set in motion to have you."

I jumped back and held his face in my hands, "Don't be an idiot. Did I say that I want you or that I want you dead? You cannot screw this up. Nothing can be known about us until you're probation has passed."

"At what age did you plan to have a husband and children?" he asked seriously.

I bit my lip, not wanting to tell him the answer, "twenty….six at the latest…."

"You'll be thirty three by the time my probation ends, do you really want to be unmarried and childless until then?"

"Do you really want to die? We have to be smart about this, and by "we" I mean you."

He rolled his head to the side and looked away. He looked like a child whose candy was put on top of the highest mountain and there was no hope to get it back. "Waiting is going to kill me."

Placing my hands at his jaw I turned him to face me. "If waiting is what we have to do, I can live through it." I ran my hands over his face, "you just came back, and if you're so eager to screw up this situation and get yourself executed, then you can leave." I sat back and crossed my arms over my chest.

He looked up at me for a moment, and then his eyes started to wander down my body, noticing how my nightgown was parted over his lap, the hand that were on my hips were suddenly on my legs running over my skin. "Remind me to not argue with you when you look sexy….I don't think I'll win." He smirked.

I leaned back down to him; my hair that was finally dry fell over one shoulder. "Oh I think you win, it's just on my terms."

His hands held me to him as his lips engulfed me. He stood with me in his arms and headed for the door of my bedroom and kicked it shut.

Okay so the Lemon stayed, but it was quick. Want more?

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