Okay, people, forewarned is forearmed: here's where I reiterate that I DO NOT write stories for children. From the chapter's title, you could/should guess what this chapter is mostly about: sex, sex and yes, more sex. Seriously. I can't stress this enough. It's not even the bed-of-roses, Mills and Boon's kind of a sex. It's raw, detailed, filled with words and phrases that only adults should know, and bordering on crude. If you've read any of my other stuff, you'd know what I mean.
Non-lemon readers, please, PLEASE avert your eyes.
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Chapter 6: Id's Pursuits
If time moved after that first night, Sakura wasn't aware. Sex with Sasuke was all-consuming. It felt to her that they rarely left the bed, except for necessary visits to the bathroom and kitchen for sustenance. Even then, sex was still on the table—literally. She would still blush as she recalled the heated look in his obsidian eyes as they shared leftovers from the same plate just minutes before he bent her over the kitchen table. She would never look at that simple, steady piece of furniture the same again.
It was unfair, really. Other than that small problem of his psychotic determination for fratricide, his frighteningly-dark personal issues, and his apparent desire to live like a hermit, Sasuke was the perfect man. He was good at everything. One would have thought that he would be a cold lover, but that was so far from the truth it was laughable. Sakura learned firsthand that Sasuke made love—had sex—the same way he acted on the battlefield: with the full force of his powerful body. There wasn't an inch of her body that he didn't touch, lick, bite, suck, and invade. He would whisper things in her ear that could be so absolutely filthy at times they were undeniably sexy. He would bend and twist her body into acrobatic positions, testing both of their limberness. He would be as dominating as she knew him to be, or as lazy as a pasha as he made her do all the work while he rested on his back. He would give and God, he would take. She allowed it all.
Hell, she craved it.
But that didn't mean she remained subservient. Oh, no. Sakura gave it as good as she received and judging from his throaty cries and deep growls, he enjoyed it as much as she did. Granted, while her experiences were limited to one man, she'd never felt such sexual freedom. He allowed her—and even if he hadn't, he eventually did—to explore to her heart's desire, to find and test her boundaries in sex. She didn't know if she should feel ashamed—she didn't—but she discovered that she didn't have many boundaries. At least, when it came to him. His reactions to her were so encouraging and he gave her pointers to matters that were rather foreign to her. He taught her the things he liked, the places he liked to be touched the most and how to touch them.
She'd never thought she would enjoy giving blow-jobs so much. That was how good it was with Sasuke.
At one point—she believed it was in the afternoon because the room was particularly warm, or it could have been just her—she was afraid that her screams would tear down the house he'd so carefully built. She was on all fours (a position that didn't feel demeaning to her) and he was behind her, one arm propped next to her to support his weight while his other hand roughly fondled her tits. His movements were hard and fast as he pounded into her in such a way that if she hadn't been a shinobi, he would have damned well broken her pelvis. Grunts and profanities slipped from his lips, mixing with the cries that escaped from her own throat. His cock was huge and hot and throbbing within her and impossibly, she felt as if he'd grown larger since they last had sex—all about thirty minutes ago.
As she cried out for mercy—he showed her none—she felt the hand he used to prop himself up move from the mattress to wander down her slick back. It slid lower and lower until it rested between the cheeks of her ass. Her torso jerked and she instinctively tried to flee. He calmed her down—but he didn't move his hand.
"Sasuke . . ."
"I won't do anything you're not ready for," he murmured.
She relaxed, the momentary panic dissolving as he continued with his deep thrusts. Soon she was whimpering again as she lost herself to the incredible pleasure of him moving within her. She tried to muffle the sounds by biting the pillow but it seemed the more she tried to control them, the more determined Sasuke became to ring out cries after cries from her.
The muscles of her pussy contracted around his cock, causing Sasuke to grit his teeth as he pounded into her from behind. His hand was still in the cleft of her buttocks, his thumb fondling the sensitive area around her rosebud.
"Oh . . . oh . . . oh," Sakura sobbed, her fingers clenched around the bed sheet so strongly she was sure she was going to tear it apart. The combination of his hand on her breast, his fingers fondling that area and his hard cock within her were driving her crazy.
Then he slipped his thumb in her ass, and she went off like one of those stupid homemade rockets that had nearly caused Inuzuka Kiba his arm.
"Fuck!" Sasuke growled above Sakura's ear-splitting scream as her pussy milked him for all it was worth.
He slammed into her one last time and his throat emitted a raw, unbridled sound as he released his white-hot seed into her.
Sakura grunted as he collapsed on her back, too far gone to complain about his weight.
Sex was with Sasuke was a religious experience. Seriously. She'd never before called out God's name so many times.
Early morning light was seeping through the windows when Sakura rolled over in bed and discovered the empty spot next to her. She was vaguely aware that two nights had passed. She would have been surprised at herself if she didn't feel too damn good to care.
Bleary green eyes opened and studied the indentation that Sasuke's head had left on the pillow beside hers. His side of the bed was still warm so he must had just left it. She grabbed his pillow, cuddled it close to her and went back to sleep.
When she next opened her eyes she was greeted with his bare back as he slipped on a pair of pants by the dresser. Green orbs traced the long, jagged-looking scar that ran down his back to the front of his rib. Though she didn't know its origin, she was rather intimately familiar with that scar. She'd licked it, from front to back. He'd seemed to enjoy that.
She must have made a noise because he turned around as he was tying the strings of his trousers and her mouth went dry. His hair was damp from the shower he'd taken and tiny droplets were dripping down his shoulders to follow the ridges of his oh-so-delicious abs. She'd licked those too. He'd definitely enjoyed that.
"Going somewhere?" she asked, her voice raspy from sleep. They hadn't really left the bed for the better part of two days.
"I'm going to check the traps and do some training," he answered, pulling out a black T-shirt from one of the drawers. Though he was no longer an active shinobi, a person never stopped becoming a shinobi. It was in the blood, in the very essential makeup of one's being. This was no different for Sasuke. He would usually train every day, but since Sakura came—pun intended—he realized he hadn't trained in days. What really bothered him was that he couldn't find it within himself to care so much.
Sakura pouted as he slipped the shirt over his head, effectively covering up that wonderful torso. She stretched lazily, causing the sheet to slide down to her waist.
Sasuke swallowed hard as his gaze was instantly drawn to her pink nipples. She saw his reaction and smiled mischievously.
"Sure you want to go out to train?" she teased, feeling sexy. "We could have our own . . . exercise right here."
Despite himself, a corner of his mouth lifted as he approached the bed. She looked so damned welcoming, all warm and unabashedly naked while lying in his bed that he was actually tempted to rejoin her.
As he stood over her, his hand automatically reach out to cup and fondle her round breasts. She arched her back and purred like a well-fed kitten. Her nipples hardened beneath his palm and damn if he couldn't resist lowering his head to run his tongue over one pink bud.
"Oh, Sasuke," she breathed throatily.
He lifted his head and although he was scowling, his jet-black eyes were gleaming in a way she'd come to love.
"You're dangerous," he accused lowly, his tone so disgruntled it made her chuckle.
"I can show you how much if you come back to bed," she invited seductively.
He jerked away as if she were on fire. "Come on," he said gruffly. "You're coming with me."
"What?" She blinked. "You want me to train with you?" she asked, unable to keep the excitement from her voice.
"Sure." He smirked. "We'll see if you're still up for some exercise after I kick your ass."
She threw aside the covers with a squeal. Oh, it was so on!
They checked the traps first. None were bothered except for one, which a shivering, frightened rabbit had caught. It was still alive, but clearly hurt. Sasuke had suggested making stew for dinner, but since they had a refrigerator-full of food, Sakura glared at him until he rolled his eyes and grudgingly declared that he'd let the small creature go. He rolled his eyes again as she healed the rabbit's broken leg before crying out, "Run, bunny, run, or else big, bad Sasuke will eat you!"
They finally came to an area he'd had cleared for training purposes. She noted the kunai and burnt marks on the surrounding trees.
She looked at him as he walked until he stood a few feet away, facing her. Anticipation bubbled within her at the idea of going against him in a match. She wasn't stupid—in fact, she was very smart—and she wasn't arrogant enough to believe that she was on par with him with her shinobi skills. No matter what, Sasuke would always be one step—if not more—ahead of her in that department. But she was a far cry from the untrained girl she'd been the last time they sparred and while she couldn't beat him, she knew he wouldn't have an easy victory either (if at all).
She continued to stare at him, at the way his jaw flexed, at the way he was looking at her as if he were planning every attack. Knowing Sasuke, that was probably true. And knowing Sasuke, he'd be so intense and caught up with their match that neither of them would have any fun. Truth be told, she wasn't sure if he knew that what that word meant unless it was in the context of blood and gore and torture.
"What?" Sasuke demanded when she stared at him a tad too long.
"You're not going to kick my ass," she told him.
He raised an eyebrow.
"Let me put it this way, Sasuke," Sakura explained with a sigh, "you enjoy having sex with me."
It was statement, not a question, but Sasuke nodded either way. He wasn't going to deny it.
"And I like having sex with you," Sakura continued.
"What's your point?"
She placed her hand on one hip and jutted her chest out slightly, giving him a pointed look when his gaze drifted briefly to her breasts. "If you hurt me or break something I'll have to use extra energy to heal, I'll be too cranky to have sex. In fact, I'll be so cranky, you'll probably spend the remainder of my stay being frustrated and getting reacquainted with your hands."
Sasuke was slightly taken aback by her bluntness, as it reminded him—again—that she was no longer the teammate he'd left all those years ago. That Sakura wouldn't dream of talking to him so openly, let alone on the topic of sex.
But he saw the dilemma though. She wouldn't be able to defeat him—both of them knew this—but she would put up a good fight. If anything, her stubborn nature would allow nothing less. And Sasuke, who hadn't faced a worthwhile opponent for a quite some time, was eager to test his skills against hers. He'd heard the rumors—every self-respecting shinobi had. Specially trained by a Legendary Sannin who was also the Hokage of one of the most powerful shinobi villages, and also by some of the most infamous ninjas in the world: Hatake Kakashi, Yamato and Morino Ibiki, for fuck's sake—Sakura was an Elite. Through the years, Sasuke had purposely gone out of his way to avoid hearing about his former village and its residents so the stories that did reach him were thus too much of a big deal to miss. Once, he'd picked up a Bingo Book and found descriptions of his ex-teammates; while he hadn't been shocked to find both Kakashi and Naruto in the Book, he'd been surprised to read that Sakura was also an important target, the reward for her closely matching Naruto's.
When he asked her to train with him this morning, it hadn't been on a whim or concern that she would get bored being alone in his house—he was absolutely curious. She wasn't twelve anymore—that's for damn sure—but a twenty-three-year-old experienced kunoichi who had been the first among her peers to have taken down an Akatsuki member. That was no small feat; he obviously knew this from experience. And while she and Sasuke had never gone to head-to-head, he still recalled the blow she'd landed on him a few days ago. It had been painful as hell.
He wasn't noble enough to deny he wanted to pay her back for that.
However, her words rang through his head. He hadn't foreseen this problem when he asked her to train with him, but it was a problem nonetheless.
"Fuck."
She gave him an amused smile and teased, "We'll see."
"How are we going to do this then?" he asked impatiently, unwilling to give up the idea of training with her.
The irony of it all wasn't lost on him.
"I propose this," Sakura spoke, reclaiming his attention. "Taijutsu-orientated only. You can only win by pinning your opponent's shoulders flat on the ground for three seconds. The first one with the most pins win."
"Rules?"
"Since neither of us will probably be able to help it, basic weapons and basic chakra are allowed. But only the basics. I won't pick up a tree to throw at you and you're not allowed to use those red-eye thingies."
"They're not red-eye . . ." Sasuke stopped when he saw the way she was smiling, knowing that she had purposely used those words to rile him up. The bitch. "How are we going to know when to stop? We could be pinning each other all day."
"You would like that, wouldn't you?" she mocked. She chewed on her bottom lip as she thought about it. A moment later, she snapped her fingers and said, "I got it! With every pin, we take off an article of clothing. The first one to get naked loses."
Sasuke gave her an incredulous look—which meant raising both eyebrows. "Are you serious? You want to train like that?"
Sakura couldn't help but laugh. "Come on, Sasuke! Don't you want to see me naked?"
He gave her another look, one that indicated how he felt about the stupidity and redundancy of her question.
"You want to have sex with me that much?" he asked.
She would have taken offense if she hadn't been so pleased that he had actually made a joke, as small as it was. She pretended to pout. "Fine," she huffed. "If you don't like the idea, we can always try to beat each other up to a pulp and see how we feel later . . ."
There was a moment of a silence before Sasuke spoke.
"Explain your idea further."
Sakura bit back a triumphant grin. "One article of clothing for each pin. Clothes include our outerwear and underwear—"
"No underwear."
This time, it was Sakura who raised her eyebrows. "Really? And you seriously thought you were going to train sans underwear?"
"I haven't had time to do the laundry," Sasuke replied defensively. "If you recall—my unexpected houseguest is quite a handful."
"I didn't hear any complains before." At his warning growl, Sakura lifted her hands and said, "Fine, fine. Don't get your boxes in a wad—oops, I forgot! You're not wearing any."
"Sakura."
"How about we do this: my bra and panties will count as one item. We'll count in the kunai pouch as an article of clothing. So with my clothes, my underwear, my armband and the pouch—that's five. Your clothes, your pouch and each of your wristbands—that's five as well. Five-five. Is that okay? Or do you want to toss in the bindings as well?"
Sasuke thought for a moment, then shook his head. "Five sounds reasonable."
"Five it is. Loser does what the winner wants."
This time, Sasuke snorted. As if the result of this match, regardless of the winner, would end up in anything but sex.
"Are you ready?"
Instead of answering her verbally, Sasuke disappeared. Before she knew it, he was beside her. "You never said anything about speed," he reminded her in a low tone.
She dodged his punch and deftly caught his roundhouse kick with her hands. She smiled at his surprised look before releasing his leg with a small amount of chakra. It was enough to push him several feet away. She raised her hands, assuming her fighting position.
"Let's dance, Sasuke."
Sakura panted heavily as she rested momentarily against the bark of a semi-splintered tree. The training area was almost a different place altogether now—trees no longer stood as high as they had been before, the grounds were shattered and exposed and most of the foliage was burnt. The muscles of her body were trembling with exhaustion, her pulse was racing in a painful staccato and the adrenaline rushing through her blood was nearly disorientating.
It was amazing.
As expected, Sasuke was a formidable opponent. Even holding back, he was a force to be reckoned with. Everything he did was calculated in ways to defeat her, every punch, kick and throw of a weapon were made in the effort to catch her off her guard.
And Kami, he was so fast! His speed simply astonished her. Kakashi had once spoken of his teacher, the fourth Hokage and Naruto's father: "Blink and you'll miss it." The term definitely applied to Sasuke as well. It was rather frightening at how he seemed to defy the measure of speed given to man. She had trained with Kakashi, Lee and even Gai-sensei—Sasuke was a whole other level compared to them in terms of how fast he could move.
But she knew she had surprised him as well. She had taken great pleasure with the expression on his face when she shattered the grounds beneath him and the trees behind him. He had cursed as he dodged the leaves, rocks and weapons she had used as weapons in a special jutsu she had developed, turning them into instruments so sharp they would immediately bury into the bone. And she had done all this with a minimal, but precisely-controlled amount of chakra—in this, she would always be above Sasuke, and they both knew it.
She peered past the position she was in to the clearing before her. Sasuke was there somewhere, waiting for her. She could sense his chakra but she couldn't pinpoint it. She made a mental reminder to ask him about this later; how did he manage to spread his chakra all over the place? It fairly encompassed the entire area without giving his position away. It was a pure intimidation tactic.
She had to be careful; currently she was down to three items: her underwear, her tights and her kunai pouch. Her armband had disappeared somewhere in a pile of rocks and her shirt was swaying from the branch of a tree—the latter had been the first item to come off, but she hadn't minded. Her boobs bouncing around was a wonderful distraction with Sasuke, even though he didn't admit it. He was also down to three pieces of clothing, as both of his bands were gone. They were even, but she had a feeling it wouldn't be for long.
A kunai whizzed past her, embedding itself in the spot just above her head. She smiled. He was getting bored of waiting. She shared the sentiment, but she had more patience—she had waited for him all these years, hadn't she?
Her gaze move to the direction the kunai came from and she caught a glimpse of black hair. It was on purpose, of course, his way of telling her to come out.
"You first," she muttered under her breath, clutching her own kunai tightly. She resisted the urge to dig into her pouch for her modified gloves, her favorite weapon of choice. They had retractable knuckle knives, influenced by the late Sarutobi Asuma. She and Sasuke had already broken some of the rules; she'd caught the swirls of his Sharingan when she created a crater in the ground and she'd had actually lifted a twelve-foot tree before she realized she wasn't supposed to use her super strength. She could have caused great damage because Sasuke had been too shocked and too absorbed with watching her to move. The entire thing had been quite comical, really.
The hint of dark hair disappeared and she turned away, sharpening her senses. It was damn hard because his chakra was all over the place. She should have specified this rule further by allowing only genin-level of chakra, instead of basic-level. Their basic level wasn't the same as other shinobi's.
"Oof!" she gasped as her legs were dragged from underneath her. Before she knew it, she was flat on her back and a kunai was pressed to her throat. Sasuke smirked down at her.
Another pair of hands held her shoulders flat to the earthy floor while two other Sasukes held each of her legs down.
"Goddammit!" she hissed, resisting the urge to use her massive strength.
"Pin," all four Sasukes declared smugly.
With a roar, she swiped her kunai in an arch. Three Sasukes disappeared but the one that had been holding her left leg jumped back to avoid the tip of her weapon and the chakra trailing from it.
"Your pouch," Sasuke demanded.
She ripped the item from her waist, tossed it to the ground and pounced at him all in one move. Instead of flickering away, he met her blows and for a moment, the clearing was filled with sounds of grunts, flesh colliding with flesh and weapons clanking against one another.
Sasuke cursed as Sakura's knuckles grazed his knee and the pain reverberated in his bone, nearly fracturing it. Like any good shinobi, he embraced the pain. He wasn't bleeding much, just shallow cuts, but several parts within his body felt as if they were on fire thanks to her hits.
Despite his irritation, he felt fascinated by Sakura. The intensity in her green eyes, the fluidity of her movements, her physical power and her obviously deep knowledge of the human body—he couldn't suppress the admiration. Had she always been capable of this? As self-absorbed as he had been, he would have definitely paid attention to her during their time as teammates if she had displayed these skills.
He threw a couple of smoke bombs into the air and taking advantage of the distraction, swung his fist towards her face. She blocked the strike and then quickly dodged another strike to the side, using his arm and her agility to somersault over his head. Her leg shot out and she yelled a triumphant, "Yosh!" as it landed on the spot between his shoulder blades.
He caught himself before he fell and dashed back to her, sweeping his leg underneath his feet. She jumped but he had expected this. He leapt high into the air and blurred until he was behind her. His foot connected with the back of her head and he was already speeding after her as she fell forward.
He straddled her back the moment she landed. With a firm grip, he flipped her around. His hands rushed to her shoulders but before he could pin them both to the ground, she simultaneously head-butted him and kicked out both legs, effectively throwing him several feet away.
Sakura panted as she scrambled to her feet. She grinned despite her throbbing head. She had been right to choose a taijutsu-based fight; they were more than well-matched in this. And she could easily admit that relying heavily on fists and legs rather than genjutsu or ninjutsu gave her a therapeutic feeling.
Sasuke once again rushed towards her and thinking swiftly, Sakura swung her fist downwards. The ground shattered and jagged dunes formed upwards, disrupting Sasuke's momentum. He flew backwards—and promptly landed on his back as he caught a blow to the stomach and six Sakuras held him down firmly.
"You didn't think you were the only one who could use clones, did you?" she mocked as the necessary three-counts passed. "Pin, asshole."
Sasuke growled, twisting in the air to return to a fighting position.
"Your shirt, please," she sing-sang.
He complied and smirked when he saw the way her eyes followed the lines of his torso. Her gaze finally returned to his but instead of blushing (as he'd expected), she let out a long, low whistle and said, "Hubba-hubba."
He shook his head, mirth bubbling within him despite himself. He tossed the shirt at her, which she caught neatly.
"Continue," he commanded just before he launched at her and once more, they started to dance.
"Pin."
Sasuke panted harshly as he pressed his palm to the side of his bare upper body, wondering if one of his ribs was broken. He rolled off of Sakura, his gaze never leaving hers. Breathing just as hard as he, her face was red and her green orbs were flashing something fierce as she hissed like a spiteful cat. There was no more laughter in those eyes as she scrambled to her feet.
Without waiting for him to speak, she grabbed the waist of her tight shorts and shoved them past her hips.
Sasuke stiffened as she revealed her panties. The lace-and-silk boy-cut garment matched her ice-blue bra—the set wasn't something a kunoichi normally wore but Sakura had admitted a few days ago that she always wore pretty underwear underneath her shinobi uniforms. It made her, she had told him simply, feel pretty. He thought it was ridiculous; prettiness was not necessary on the battlefield, unless the mission actually called for it.
But he certainly appreciated her choice of apparel.
Something snapped within him at sight of her so scantily clad. Without thinking, he darted forward.
Sakura let out a breathless sound as Sasuke's broad shoulders suddenly buried themselves painfully in her midsection. She fell back, him atop of her, and she didn't overlook how he placed his hands underneath her to lighten the impact.
She struggled wildly. She was not going to allow her stupid distraction with taking off her pants to cause her defeat.
"You bastard—oomph!"
Her cutting words were interjected by the unexpected presence of his mouth of hers. He took the opportunity of her open mouth to slide his tongue in, his hands grasping her wiggling hips. Instinctively, her own hands crept up to clasp his shoulders as she responded to the hard, passionate kiss.
"Oh," she moaned, pulling him closer, tilting her head to the side as their tongues battled for dominance.
He increased the pressure of his weight on her, pressing her deeper into the ground. His chest crushed her nearly bare breasts, their shirtless torsos creating a delicious friction as they rubbed against each other.
His hands moved again; one crept up her chest to slide beneath the soft lace of her bra. He cupped and fondled her breasts, tweaking the nipples into tight buds. She let out a mewling sound, arching her body into his touch.
His other hand slid down her sweat-slickened belly to slip past the waistband of her panties. Without much warning, he thrust two fingers into the warm cleft of her pussy.
He groaned. Fuck, she was wet. This was why kunoichis made the best bed partners; they didn't shy away from fights and the pain that came along—they thrived on them.
He thrust his fingers deeper, the accompanying squelching sound music to his ears. Unbidden, a low growl escaped his throat. He wanted her—and he wanted her now. He pressed the bottom half of his body on her, making sure she would feel the impression of his hardness even through his pants. She responded in kind and they both stilled when his length slipped between her cleft.
Sasuke broke the kiss, his black eyes ablaze as he lifted his head and stared down at her. She was panting for breath, her lips swollen and her eyes just as passion-filled as his. His withdrew his hands from her underwear and grasped her shoulders.
For a moment, Sakura thought of yielding. It was past noon—hours had gone by since they started this match. She was tired, but even more so, she was, for the lack of a better word, horny. It would be so easy to give in, to give Sasuke his victory and in return, be a winner as well.
She almost gave in. Almost.
At the last minute, just before he could hold her shoulders down for the three-count, she swung her arm and elbowed him in the face.
"Fuck!" he roared, clearly frustrated as he was thrown off of her.
She gracefully flipped to her feet, knees bent as she posed in a defensive mode. She nearly gulped at the expression on his face. The narrowing of his too-dark eyes, the tightening of his facial muscles and the way his jaw was clenched; his entire body was all but vibrating, his aura incredibly heavy—he was barely holding on to his control. She had pushed him and she was going to pay the price for it.
He let out a battle cry and lunged at her. She crossed her arms to block his kick and was barely fast enough to catch his knee to her gut. Weapons and chakra were no longer used as they continued to fight—they had entered a pure, raw, hand-to-hand combat. His blows were so quick she couldn't even parry; she could only defend herself, her legs shaking under the intensity of his hits.
He darted around her, attacking parts of her that were open. She hissed as he caught her with a kick to the small of her back. She did a handstand, feeling the brush of his hands around her ankles. His fists were flying so furiously, her eyes couldn't follow the movements.
"Oomph!" she groaned as he punched her in the sternum. She was in mid-air when she felt his arms surround her and then they were plunging to the ground. Like before, he made sure they fell in a way to minimize the impact, but even then she felt the earth break a little.
He didn't waste time; the moment they landed, he straddled her, his knees and thighs pushing her legs down while one hand held both of her wrists together. The other arm flew across her shoulders, pinning them to the grassy floor.
She looked up; his incredibly handsome features were tight, hard and unforgiving. They were both breathing laboriously. For a brief second, she considered making a run for it, into the forest where she could regroup. But she knew it would be futile; he would chase after her—and he would win.
"I yield," she finally declared breathlessly. "I yield, Sasuke!"
Whatever last thread of control he'd been holding onto severed at her words. He let out a deep, fearsome sound and not allowing either of them to calm down, he acted.
Sakura cried out as, still grasping her wrists, he split open her undergarments. The torn halves of her bra dangled uselessly at her sides while her panties went flying over his shoulders. Before she could reprimand him—those were brand new and they were pretty—, he leaned down and covered her mouth with his.
The kiss was brutal; he punished her with his lips and teeth. His thrust his tongue deep into her mouth, forcing hers to comply as he suckled on it. She moaned and tilted her head back to accept the kiss, her heart beating like a maddening thing.
The hand not holding hers slid down her body, trailing down her vulnerable throat and then to her slick breasts. He roughly fondled her tits, squeezing her nipples into hard points. She groaned and arched under his strong, supple fingers, taking pleasure in his aggressiveness despite herself.
She was so consumed by his kisses and touches that she didn't notice the strings wrapping around her held wrists. It wasn't until he pushed in chakra into the strings that she snapped to attention, her eyes flying wide open.
"Sasuke!" she protested, pulling away and wriggling against the binding. "What the hell—!"
"Insurance," he growled as he attempted to take her mouth again. "So you won't run away."
"That's ridiculous!" she denied even though the thought did cross her mind. "I'm not going to renege!"
"I'm not going to take the chance." He pressed his lips to hers. "Sakura, open your mouth—now."
Silly her—she didn't bother to protest again. Secretly, she was kind of interested with the whole bondage thing. She briefly wondered if he would allow her to the same to him later.
Her attention was pulled back as Sasuke took her mouth. It felt as if he were trying to swallow her whole. He thrust his tongue deep into her mouth, forcing hers to comply. He nipped at her bottom lip, which was already swollen. All the while he continued to touch her where he wanted, how he wanted, trying—without much difficulty—to force out her breathless gasps.
Sakura shrieked into his mouth when he slid two fingers into her pussy without much warning. Sasuke groaned as her juices instantly coated his digits and she felt the rush of blood to her cheeks when the sounds of his fingers moving within her accompanied her whimpering moans.
As his mouth continued to ravage hers, he added another finger deep inside of her. In reaction, the warm, wet walls of her vagina clenched tightly around him. He ignored the restriction and thrust his fingers in and out wildly, not at all like the methodical way he'd done previously.
He tore his mouth away and both of them eagerly sucked in fresh air. With her hands bounded together, it was easier for him to touch her without limitation. The palm of his free hand possessively roamed across the planes and curves of her body, touching them as if they belonged to him.
Here and now, it was probably true.
Lowering his head, he pushed her breast upward and ran the flat of his tongue over one pointed nipple. He licked and then nipped at the pink bud before opening his mouth to envelop nearly the entire pale mound. She arched her back and her fingers twisted together as he suckled hard, using his teeth to add pain to the pleasure.
Desire rose to a fever pitch within her as he continued his twin assault of sucking her tit and thrusting his fingers in her pussy. It felt as if he didn't know what he wanted first; he did whatever that came to mind, whatever that gave them both pleasure.
He shifted his body so that he lay completely on top of her, his slim hips resting between her thighs. She felt the impression of his long, hard cock through the pants he still wore on the inside of her leg and moaned with desire. She needed him so badly—couldn't he just get on with it!
He used his hips to move back and forth on top of her, pressing himself heavier and heavier. She writhed uncontrollably, her arms jerking and her legs trembling.
"Sasuke . . ." it was plea for more.
He released her breast and withdrew his fingers simultaneously. She shrieked her disapproval, bowing outwards to pull him back.
He disappeared for a moment; she craned her neck and saw that he was removing the last article of his clothing. His movements were jerky and he cursed when his shaking fingers couldn't quite grasp the buttons. She had to smile at that; she wasn't the only one who was feeling impatient.
Finally, he managed to unbutton his pants and he moved the black cloth over his hips and down his legs, rising slightly so that they were completely off. He tossed them away carelessly. She too, didn't notice where the pants went—her attention was focused all too intently on the awesome appendage rising to his navel.
He would probably kill her if she were to voice her opinion out loud, but his penis was undoubtedly a thing of beauty. Longer than most men she'd ever seen—and she'd seen quite a number, considering her career—his cock was smooth and supple as the rest of him as it rose from a thick nest of black hair. Hard and throbbing, the veins running through his erection were clearly visible. The pulsating head was red and she could see the precum that gathered at the tip. His balls swayed with each movement, heavy with the seed waiting to fill her. Her mouth practically watered at the sight of him. She marveled at how something so hard could be so soft and how dangerous it could be when wielded well—and he wielded it very, very well.
He noticed where her gaze was and that damnable smirk tilted his lips. He returned to lie on top of her, his now-bared penis pressing against her inner thigh, leaving a trail of moisture on her hot skin.
He lowered his head to hers and their mouths crashed together in a duel of tongues. She whimpered underneath his oral assault, feeling the fire sizzling through her veins.
His hands moved to her legs and grabbing each knee, he pushed them up and away. She was placed in a lewd position, her legs held completely apart so that every inch of her rosy pussy was revealed, her tied hands above her head and pushing her breasts forward.
He released her bee-stung lips and she cried out as he disappeared again. But it was brief. She felt the brush of his sweat-dampened hair against her belly and arched her back, knowing and eagerly anticipating what was coming.
He didn't disappoint.
Prying the swollen lips of her vulva further apart, he wasted no time as he took her engorged, sensitive clitoris between his teeth. He suckled hard and her pussy gushed more juices, loving the attention he was giving to that part of her body.
As she cried out her satisfaction, he released her clit, giving it one last lick before moving downwards. He licked one side of her labia, then the other before thrusting his tongue deep into her pussy.
To her shock, she came.
"Sasuke!" she screamed as the climax rushed through her.
He continued with his ministrations. She felt as if he were trying to eat her alive! He thrust his tongue in and out, licking her inner walls and drinking in her juices. Unbelievably, she felt herself coming again. She moved her bound hands, twisting her arms so that her fingers clenched in the midnight locks of his hair. She didn't know whether to pull him forwards and pushed him away.
She settled for holding on to dear life.
It seemed like he ate at her for hours. He growled deep within his throat as he fucked her with his mouth, ignoring her pleas for mercy. She was delicious! Sweet, with a hint of tartness. He felt as if he could live on her pussy juices alone.
Sakura legs trembled as wave after wave of orgasms flooded through her, splashing more liquid onto his tongue. The soles of her feet dug into the ground beneath her and she arched until she was held up only by her shoulders, feet—and him.
"Sasuke, Sasuke, Sasuke . . ." his name was a maddening mantra on her lips. She forgot that they were naked in the middle of a forest, where any animal or man could come upon and probably easily subdue them. Nothing existed except for Sasuke and the pleasure he was giving her—giving them both.
After she climaxed for what seemed like the hundredth time, he suddenly wrenched his mouth away and despite her weariness and state of nearly passing out, she shouted her protest. He raised his upper body and she blushed wildly when she saw the dampness clinging to his mouth and chin.
He pressed a brief kiss to her lips and she tasted herself on him, not at all embarrassed. Then he pulled away and she swallowed hard when she saw the tightness of his features, the hint of redness in the blackness of his eyes.
He had lost control.
His hands were intense as he flipped her around several times, as if trying to decide in what position to take her. She found herself on her knees, his hands moving from the nape of her neck to her round buttocks, causing her breath to hitch when he lingered between the cheeks for a while. Just as she was about to get a bit panicked, he flipped her around again.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" His voice was guttural, almost unrecognizable. His fingers found her clit again and a strangled gasp escaped from her throat.
"You knew," he rasped accusatorily as he all but cruelly pinch the overly-sensitive bud. His hand moved away from her clit to delve into her pussy. "You knew this was going to happen when you challenged me. You knew I was going to lose control."
She didn't bother to verbally respond; she only nodded frantically, tossing her head back and forth at the ridiculous measure of arousal. Of course she knew what challenging him would bring. If there was one thing that was normal about him, it was his stereotypical alpha-male tendencies. Challenging him to a match like they had, eluding him when he wanted her submissiveness, had been akin to prodding an already-irritated tiger. You will get into trouble.
If she were any other woman, she would run simply by the sheer desire on his face. Thank God she wasn't any other woman.
Plus, she was probably a bit of a masochist, considering her position now.
"I won't go easy. I can't," he said thickly, the fingers in her wet core moving rapidly. "You're gonna get fucked."
Her answer was in her cries of pleasure.
Without withdrawing his fingers, Sasuke once more twisted her body, which complied easily to his physical commands. Sakura found herself on her side, pressed hard into the ground. Her tied hands grasped a handful of grass for purchase, her nails digging into the soil.
Oh God, oh God, oh God,, she mused silently, her thoughts whirling.
She had no idea she was chanting this out loud, but he was going to make sure she knew.
"I want you to cry out my name!" Sasuke demanded, burying his fingers deeper, touching that part of her that made her scream exactly that.
He lifted her leg to place it over his shoulder, and then straddled her other thigh, his hard shaft dangerously close to the place they both wanted it to be. One hand cupping her breast while the other was still paying attention to her pussy, he adjusted her knee higher, the sole of her foot digging into his back. She again sent a prayer to the gods for making her so limber—this scissored position would have been highly uncomfortable otherwise.
"Turn your head—look at me!" he commanded.
She quickly obeyed and the moment she turned to face him, he lowered his head and caught her lips in a devouring kiss. She moaned into his mouth as his tongue tangled with hers.
As he continued his oral assault, he pulled out his fingers and replaced with his much larger, harder cock. He shifted a bit, parted her folds further and then entered her with one quick thrust all the way to the hilt.
She screamed, the sound muffled by his mouth. He felt so huge inside of her, she felt as if she would be torn into two. There was a moment of alarm at the idea of that happening, then just as quickly, her body adjusted itself to the invasion, the walls of her vagina clenching around his swollen member.
She had thought she was used to being taken by Sasuke hard and fast, but she soon found she was wrong as he began to swivel his hips.
His penis moved out halfway before he slammed into her again, jarring her entire body. She struggled under his grip, wanting to move as well, but in the position he held her in, she was helpless to control any part of their lovemaking.
When she nearly bit off his tongue after a particularly brutal thrust, Sasuke abruptly pulled away, leaving a strand of saliva between their lips. He threw his head back and gave out an animalistic cry as he increased his pace, moving at a speed even shinobi would be amazed at.
True to his word, he fucked her—hard. Her pussy walls contracted around his cock again and again as he took her, pounding into her rapidly, all semblance of control gone.
The clearing was filled with the sounds of their pants and grunts, of the moisture sloshing out of her core every time he slammed into her. He showed her no mercy and she asked for none. In fact, she cried out for more and more, chasing after that one big orgasm that loomed ever so closely.
"Harder, Sasuke!" she encouraged, her entire being trembling and shaking wildly. "Faster, faster!"
He swore viciously and did as told, shoving deeper and deeper into until she swore she felt him in her throat. His hands were everywhere, squeezing her breasts, pinching her clit, gripping her hip. She needed more!
"Sasuke, Sasuke, Sasuke, Sasuke!"
He panted harshly, fucking her like a wild animal. He groaned with every thrust, glorying in the way her pussy walls hugged his cock. Sweat coated their bodies, dripping from his onto hers.
"You're so tight," he hissed, feeling the telltale tingle at the base of his spine.
"Don't stop, Sasuke, don't stop!" she pleaded frantically. "I'm coming!"
Her words spurred him on. He gave her what she wanted—what they both wanted. He took her with a savage fury, his thrusts becoming, if it were possible, more violent. He reached up and grabbed a fistful of her pink hair, tugging her head backwards.
"Beg me to fuck you, Sakura," he spat even as he moved his hips swiftly. "Beg me! Ask for it!"
"Fuck me, Sasuke, please fuck me!"
He withdrew almost all the way out before lunging back in, the impact of his thrust shifting them both on the ground.
Her scream splintered the air and seemingly shook the trees around them as she exploded in a mad rush, blessedly achieving the glorious orgasm that had seemed to elude her for so long. Her mind whitened as her climax overwhelmed and she gave herself to the bliss.
Sasuke clenched his teeth and threw back his head, the veins in his neck standing out. His hips pulled away and then pushed forward as he buried himself inside her one more time, delving in so deeply they seemed to become one.
"FUCK!" he roared as he expanded then imploded inside of her, releasing a torrent of white-hot seed into her waiting pussy.
He remained inside her for what seemed like a long time, filling her to overflowing, splashes of his come dripping out of her to her thigh. Finally, his hold on her slackened and his whole body trembling, he fell sideways.
Sakura wasn't sure, but she thought she passed out for a moment. When her mind was finally able to focus and her vision didn't have so many spots dancing across it anymore, she saw that both she and Sasuke were lying flat on their backs, side by side, panting breathlessly as their bodies were cooled by the breezy air.
She studied the both of them for a second before without warning, she let out a loud, gusty laugh.
Sasuke heard her laughing as if from miles away. To his consternation, he could barely manage to find the strength to turn his head. "What is it?" he grumbled, wondering if he should feel insulted by her amusement.
She shook her head, her green eyes still full of mirth.
"You know," she said between giggles, "if Kakashi had given us this sort of training, we would have become legendary ninjas a long time ago!"
They lingered long enough at the clearing to recuperate, Sakura pelting Sasuke with several rocks after he cut the chakra strings holding her wrists together. She healed their minor wounds, smiling with glee when she found that she had fractured his rib. Inwardly, she was amazed that he'd managed to take her the way he had with such an injury.
Shinobi, really.
They began to move around the clearing, searching for their discarded clothes. She decked him again when she picked up her torn, lacy undergarment, which were absolutely irreparable. She pouted and shamelessly whined until he impatiently promised her to take her to town and buy her a new pair.
By the time they returned to Sasuke's house, it was quite late in their afternoon. They prepared a belated lunch, working well in companionable silence. After their meal, Sakura helped him clean the house, as well as carry out a few other chores, teasing him as she pointedly make sure to toss a bundle of his underwear in the washing machine. She then helped him hang the clothes and if the domestic nature of their activities affected either of them, they didn't let it show.
By six in the evening, the clouds were moving rapidly and a light drizzle of rain began. Quickly abandoning the game of the chess they were playing—she suspected it was more because she was winning rather than the rain—they rushed to pull off the drying clothes from the lines outside. The chore unexpectedly turned into a contest of who could grab the most clothes the fastest and the mini-game brought a lump to Sakura's throat. Nostalgia hit her hard as she recalled the numerous of times Sasuke and Naruto would compete over the smallest and silliest of things and she was silent as she shoved a basketful of damp garments into the dryer. When Sasuke shot her a questioning look due to her sudden silence, she shook her head and was thankful that he wasn't the sort of person to push.
They began to work on their dinner, a simple meal of soba and tempura. She stirred the buckwheat noodles as Sasuke deftly dipped the cut vegetables and prawns into the batter before deep frying them. Dimly, she wondered when, in the midst of training in dank caverns and attempting to commit fratricide, had he learned to cook well.
After dinner, they didn't immediately retire to bedroom, as they had been wont to do these past few days. Perhaps it was because of the weather, or perhaps it was because she was still feeling rather melancholy, but she felt the unexplainable need to sit on the porch with a steaming mug of tea. Sasuke didn't protest, picking up his own cup and following her outside.
Silently, they watched the rain, which had become heavier, fall. Huddled in the blanket she had brought with her, Sakura scooted until she was almost on Sasuke's lap and placed her head on his shoulder. He stiffened for a bit and a frisson of fear appeared within her at the idea of rejection. Thankfully, he didn't push her away, allowing her to cuddle next to him.
He thought, with all of the touches they had shared these past few days, he couldn't really deny her this simple small one.
"It's really beautiful out here," she said softly, watching as the rain and the breeze swayed the leaves of the trees in his large backyard.
"It's peaceful," Sasuke granted.
She smiled. "Naruto would probably find a way to cause a stir even in this sort of environment," she casually remarked and then waited for the inevitable stiffening.
When he didn't react the way she thought he would, when there were no crisp protests to her mentioning their former teammate's name, she took that as a sign that he was allowing her to speak of their friends, something he hadn't allowed in the time since she'd last mentioned them that first day she awoken from her fever.
"He hasn't tried for ANBU yet—he whined outrageously when I did and made it." She said this with nothing short of pride. She knew he had seen the Black Ops tattoo on her right upper arm and she hadn't covered it, which was mandatory when among those not of the rank. It was a mark of her vast success and she didn't want to hide it—not from him.
"Did you know who my final tester was?" she continued when he remained quite. "Kakashi. I got him with a jutsu I created myself. When he woke up, he pestered me to show it to him again with his Sharingan on."
She went on to speak of their former team and the rest of the former Rookie Nine, along with other shinobi they both knew. She spoke of the village, of her parents—who, while still apprehensive with her occupation, were extremely proud of their only daughter, though they never quit pestering her to retire and sprout out babies whenever they saw her.
Sasuke didn't make any remarks to her stories, nor did he offer any information on himself, but he listened intently to each word. Internally, he allowed himself to admit that he actually enjoyed listening to her tales about his former village. In fact, some part of him even craved for the information. He couldn't explain this, nor did he want to.
He just listened and she just talked.
It was when she began to speak of Pein's massive attack on the village several years ago that he reacted negatively, as she somehow knew he would but couldn't resist the subject anyway. He abruptly pulled away from her, interrupting her speech. He looked away and in a curt tone, said, "I think it's time for you to go bed now."
"Are you coming along?" she asked, even as she knew the answer.
"Not yet."
Disappointment filled her, but she bravely suppressed it. Not wanting to get into an argument, not when they were doing so good, she gracefully climbed to her feet. She bent and pressed a kiss to the top of his head, surprising him with the simple, but affectionate gesture.
"Goodnight, Sasuke. Don't brood out here too long," she teased warmly before making her way inside.
She took a quick shower before grabbing one of his shirts—her favorite choice of sleeping wear since her arrival—and slipping it on. She climbed into his big bed, tossed and turned for several minutes, before allowing sleep to finally claim her. One of the best things about being a shinobi? She could sleep on command.
Sasuke didn't go to bed until well into the night. When he finally did, he didn't pull Sakura's sleeping body close to him, choosing to turn his back to her. He didn't immediately sleep, dark thoughts swirling in his head.
To his dismay, it was only when he lowered his pride enough to turn and face Sakura, wrapping his arm around her waist and tugging her until she was half-lying on his chest, that the shadows went away.
It was the first night since they shared a bed that they didn't have sex and Sakura, very capable of playing possum, was highly aware of this.
To be continued
Didn't I tell you it was going to be a mostly sexual chapter? Seriously, if any of send me remarks about how bothered you were by the sex scenes, I'm going to be upset, because I DID warn you.
For those who weren't disturbed by this chapter, feel free to send me your thoughts. Thanks!