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Love.

Hate.

Insanity.

Sanity.

Safety.

Harm.

It was September. The autumn colored trees down below practically screamed that at her, and the calendar hanging on the fridge with "September" printed across the top was another big hint. She was napped in April, so that means she has been kept here for five months. Five. Months. Though many things aren't the same, drastic changes between her and Sasuke occurred ever since she discovered what his medication was prescribed for.

Borderline Personality Disorder.

Coincidentally, she just finished her Psychology class before she was kidnapped. The last chapter was filled with too many disorders for her brain to process, but somehow Borderline stuck out in her mind. Sasuke fit perfectly into the description. These past few months she kept her eyes open more and more, realizing that each and every symptom stuck to him like Ino stuck to Shikamaru. Insanely close.

Self-injury. (Like the one time where he barged into her quarters, wrists dripping blood on the wood floor, his teeth bared in pure anger. The dark red liquid contrasting against the pale white of his skin captured her vision as he stalked closer to her. He came and sat next to her on the cot and stared at her, just flat out staring while she was enraptured with his blood. He grabbed her hand brought her fingers to his wrists, saying it was liquid life, and he needed to get the tainted parts out.)

Intolerance of being alone. (Like the several incidents where he grabbed her suddenly, pulling her into an embrace that felt so so somuch like Tsunade that her heart ached twice as hard. His hot breath tingling her scalp as he started to breathe deeper, whispering things about how he appreciated her more than she would ever know and how he needed her so badly or else bad things would happen. But then his gaze would change from smooth, dark orbs into hardened coals, and he would raise his hand to her just like he used to.)

Impulsiveness with money, sexual relationships, binge eating, and substance abuse. (She first noticed his veins when he touched her forehead and felt her fever, throwing her into a tub full of ice cold water. He joined her a few minutes later, caging her against the tub wall, the muscles and veins in his arms protruding right next to her eyes. They were grey and bulged, an obvious sign of some form of drug injections previously in his life. She knew it wasn't medical drugs; he doesn't even take his own, deciding to drug her instead. Sasuke isn't innocent enough to take the right thing.)

Frequent displays of inappropriate anger. (Like the time he asked her to watch T.V. with him, saying that he felt lonely and that his little amoureux should sit with her roi. She obliged, not wanting to bring out the angry Sasuke when the calm one was currently in front of her. She nodded when he asked her to grab the remote from the shelf above the T.V. His request was simple, not something anyone would think twice about, but she had a habit of making insignificant things substantial. She reached for the remote, standing on the tip of her toes, grabbing it and quickly turning around to bring it back to him. She didn't realize it, but she accidentally knocked down a hallmark card, making it flutter to the ground behind her. In the blink of an eye Sasuke was on her, telling her how much of a useless piece of trash she was because she couldn't even keep things upright. He slapped her thirteen times, one slap for each word printed on that card.)

Feelings of emptiness and boredom. (Like that one time he joined her in her little prison, lying next to her on the bed. He just came in to lay next to her, staring at the ceiling for several, agonizing minutes. His breathing stayed steady, totally calm unlike hers, erratic, frightened, and anxious. Then, out of nowhere, he pulled out an old worn-out super ball that was black with a red and white fan painted on it, just like the one that resided on some of his older belongings. He would stare at the small toy for a long time, reminiscing in his childhood, before it turned to hell, and how empty he was now with no family. She watched as he began tossing the ball up and down, making it go higher and higher until it began bouncing off the ceiling and back down into his waiting hands. He began to do this very often, sighing frequently throughout the whole time.)

Fearful of abandonment. (Like the time he barged through the door, crying tears of happiness and sadness mixed together to make the perfect blend of melancholy. He reached for her, imagining she was his mother and saying how lonely he felt without her, and how he wished they were back together because he hated being so alone. Sometimes he would force her into more hugs, squeezing her so hard she gasped, whispering words of how she should never leave him and he would never leave her. Those times he knew who she was, not confusing her with his deceased mother, no matter how much she wished he would.)

Though, Sakura didn't know if he was actually impulsive with money; she was never with him when he went shopping. She doesn't know his eating patterns because she is only allowed to eat breakfast and dinner, and Sasuke sometimes feeds her in her little prison, so she never sees his true eating pattern. She was the main proof of his sexual relationships, him taking her whenever, wherever, and however he wanted her. He favored the bathroom, but he also favored blood and bruises. So impulsiveness with money, sexual relationships, and binge eating isn't quite accurate.

Now that she knew what was compelling Sasuke to… do what he was doing, she started to notice more things about him. Not just that he missed his mother—she figured that out the day he thought she was said woman—but that something extremely tragic happened in his past. That had to be the main reason he was Borderline, right? You weren't born with it, it was triggered.

Feather light touches trailed up her back, fingers crawling up her neck to wrap themselves in the nape of her pink locks. "Sakura…,"

She shivered at his sweet tone. Slowly turning a bit in her seat at the table, she looked up at Sasuke, greeted with the sight of him staring down at her. "Come with me,"

Sasuke let his fingers fall from her hair so he could grab her arm that hung loosely at her side. He pulled her through the apartment until they reached her roo—prison and he shut the door behind them. She knew what was coming next; he knew that she knew too. They never did this in Sasuke's room, heck, in all of her time with him she's never even been inside his room.

She was no longer frightened about having sex with him.

Nervous, yes, but she wasn't scared.

Pain is a sense solely controlled by your mind. Sakura quickly learned how to change her thoughts from pain to something completely different. The first time she ever did it she remembered how she got abducted, other times she imagined herself as a doctor just like Tsunade. So with that skill now under her control, she had nothing to fear but a few bruises and aching muscles once it was all over.

Sasuke began to trail his fingers across the back of her neck, the wisps of his shallow breaths beating against her ear. When did he even get behind her? She sighed as he grabbed her cherry locks, pulling them away so he could trail wet kisses down the back of her neck. His tongue tickled her skin as he licked right above the collar of her tee. "Take it off." He mumbled hoarsely before going back to her neck.

She nodded slightly before she reached down to take off her shirt. Sasuke pulled away momentarily only to latch his mouth back against her skin once her shirt was gone. She released a moan when he sucked a sensitive spot right behind her ear. While his mouth worked on her neck his hands slid to her front, fingers ghosting over her stomach, dipping into her bellybutton before slowly trailing up to trace her braless chest. The touches she received tickled, making her squirm in his arms; his reaction was to tighten his hold on her.

Before she knew it she was turned around, Sasuke's hands possessively groping her hips while her hands rested against his clothed chest. She could feel those burning, black eyes boring into her being. She knew that he wanted her to undress him; he wanted her to be more intimate than she was ever willing to be.

She couldn't do that. She could sacrifice her body, but she couldn't give him a true lovers actions.

They had kissed before and it was a painful, bruising experience. It felt so wrong when he actually kissed her a few months back, just like he was kissing her now. His thin lips pressed over hers, intimately nipping, licking, and sucking in a dance that only he knew. The first time he kissed her it was rough and he bruised her lips afterwards. There were no sparks or fireworks lighting up behind her eyes or birds chirping in her ears, all she felt was his skin. Kisses between them felt like nothing, she felt more with her ex-boyfriend, Kiba.

Her thoughts were dragged away from her ex as soon as Sasuke pressed his tongue against her lips, soon prying them apart just enough so he could delve inside. His appendage was slick and warm as it traveled throughout her mouth. It wiggled and slid around; forcing her own to respond in the same dance he was leading. Before she knew it, he ripped away so he could take his shirt off, only to smash his lips against hers heatedly, resuming the tango he created.

Then they were on the small bed, both laying on their sides, Sasuke's hands twining their way into Sakura's locks as he forced her mouth unto his. He was persistent in his actions. His manhood was hard against her thigh as he began to grind himself against her, moaning into her mouth after each rub.
She couldn't help but whimper back, his erection was blazing hot even through his pants and he had begun to suck on her tongue, making shivers shoot up and down her spine. Sasuke let go of her hair, only to let his hands glide down her body, squeezing her breasts between his palms roughly before resuming their course. He gripped her thighs and pushed his hips against hers, slamming himself against her roughly. Sakura had to gulp in air when she felt their clothed cores touch; she was aroused by now, even though she didn't want to be, and she couldn't help but let out a strangled moan.

Sasuke was satisfied, to say the least. After each and every time they had sex she began to respond more and more. The blossom in front of him was withering under each touch he gave her, but withering wasn't enough, he wanted her to thrash and scream in pleasure that only he could give her. He wanted her to know that she was his. He would be the onlyone to touch her, kiss her, and fuck her brains out. She would never be able to have another man do this to her. She would be dead before he let that ever happen.

Gripping her hips even tighter, he stopped grinding and leaned down so his face was in front of her abdomen, eye level with her bellybutton. Slowly, he began to lick her stomach, her muscles clenching right when he made contact. He licked up and down creating strange patterns over the soft skin. Keeping his slow pace going, he dragged himself up until he was in front her breasts, taking one soft mound into his mouth; he let his tongue drag over her nipple, enjoying the whimpers his pink haired prize released.

Well, she seemed to be even more vocal now, but it still wasn't good enough for him. He wanted more. Grinning, he bit down on her nipple, digging his teeth into the soft flesh. She screamed in response, gripping his shoulders so hard her blunt nails practically drew blood. Capturing the hardened peak in his mouth again, he swirled his tongue around it, moving to do the same punishment to its twin.

"Sasu-ke…" The pink haired girl whimpered, practically sounding pained. Her eyes were clenched tightly.

He relished in the fact that she just laid there letting herself be fondled by her abductor. He brought her crashing to her knees so harshly that she didn't even fight back anymore. He crumpled her up so many times she couldn't get rid of the wrinkles, and he was the one to thank. That made him more prideful than ever. It just felt so good to know that he had the power to take away her desire.

With the feeling of pride running through him, Sasuke decided to kick things up a notch. Foreplay was boring him. Pulling his mouth away from her saliva soaked peaks with a soft pop; Sasuke lifted himself up so he was face to face with her. Grabbing her chin, he pulled her into another lip lock, forcing his tongue into her hot cavern without asking for permission, he wasn't feeling patient tonight. When he was finished with her mouth he began to kiss his way down to her throat where he began to suck and bite the flesh there. She didn't notice, but he slowly made his way on top of her, pants and boxers off, both articles of clothing thrown somewhere on the floor.

Licking the shell of her ear, he couldn't help but grunt, "You're so fucking hot." And she was. Short strands of coral colored hair were sprawled around her head, her chest heaved up and down with every single pant, her nipples hardened, distending into the air just for him. She was the ultimate aphrodisiac.

Sakura panted in response, her eyes still stitched closed while she waited for the main event to come and go. She felt him take off her panties, but then he began to lick up from her bellybutton all the way up to her chin in a single stroke, leaving a long line of saliva that chilled against the cold air in the room. That definitely made her lose track.

It was obvious that she was trying to stifle her moans, and that was ok with him. He knew that once the fun really began that she'd be screaming at the top of her lungs, and boy, he couldn't wait. Pulling her legs apart, he grabbed the undersides of her knees and pulled himself closer so he could align his manhood at her leaking entrance. The fleshy pink folds that made up her vagina looked delectable to the raven haired man; he almost drooled at the sight of her feminine petals and the thought of encasing his member inside.

God, he couldn't wait any longer.

Doing it quickly, Sasuke slammed his pulsing manhood straight inside of her, grunting in ecstasy when her warmth surrounded his shaft. Sakura's mouth opened wide in a husky scream when she felt Sasuke enter her, his girth stretching her vaginal walls wide. Her body was telling her that it felt so good but her mind was telling her that it was just so wrong. His thrusts had a perfect rhythm, each one feeling so fantastic inside her.

She hated her body. Why did it feel the biological need to reproduce? If she could think with something other than her brain then she wouldn't feel the need to respond to him. But no, she just had to feel every little movement he made inside of her, and her nerve endings just had to make said movements feel so good.

Her breathing was harsh and practically pained, she felt like the scream she released earlier was already a bit too much to give to Sasuke, so she kept her moans down to a minimum. Sasuke noticed, of course. "Scream," He grunted into her ear, his pants chilling her sweat slicked skin. "Let it out."

Sakura shook her head from side to side, stubbornly clenching her eyes and mouth shut.

"Say my name," He growled seductively. When she shook her head again, he released his grip on one of her knees and grabbed her chin, forcing her head to stay still as he grunted against her lips. "Say my fucking name."

She was going to stubbornly refuse again but Sasuke let go of her chin to grab her knee again. He pushed them both wider apart so he could drill into her deeper and faster. She finally lost it when he began to swivel his hips around, forcing every inch on his shaft to rub against her slick walls. "Oooh! Sasu… Sasuke! Aaangh!" She screamed, thrashing her head back and forth.

They were both close to their peak, but he already made her scream so he mine as well make her lose this round too. Bending forward, Sasuke captured one of her pert nipples in his mouth, rolling his tongue back and forth over the bud.

With all of her nerve endings blasting, her moans became more heated. "Mmmm…. Aaah…. Ooooh, Sa…Sasu…ke…"

Said man couldn't help but grin. She was falling down to the ground at his feet all too easily. He felt like it was time to finish her off, it would just be shameful if he reached climax first. So, he reached down and roughly began to rub that little slick button hidden between her fleshy folds. Sakura instantly reacted, moaning louder than ever. She was definitely losing to her body. Her small hands reached up to wrap themselves in his midnight locks, using him as a handhold once she began to rock her hips up in time with his thrusts.

Damn, it felt so fucking great when she decided to actually join him in the performance. Sakura began squealing as she thrashed underneath him. It was obvious she was reaching her peak and he was the one to give her access to it. Pulling his cock all the way out of her, he roughly slammed himself back in, hitting that special spot inside her that instantly pushed her off the ledge.

Sakura exploded underneath him, her inner walls clenching down on him so tightly he was immediately forced to follow her lead. He grunted when he felt his cum spurt inside of her, he could feel it slosh against him along with her own fluids.

He was secretly giving her birth control now along with his meds. He didn't need a child to come out of this.

He recovered first, picking himself up to look down at his pink haired angel. She lay there, panting harshly as she tried to come back to earth. Sweat was dripping down her face and it looked so enticing that he bent down to lick the salty trail straight back up to her forehead.

It took several minutes but she finally calmed down. Her hazy, mint green eyes opened up to stare at him. "Can I... wash up?" She asked meekly. Her voice was quiet and she sounded like a frightened child. Was she scared of him that much?

Well the answer was no. He just had sex with her. She needed to shut up and just lay with him before she could go clean up. He just gave her one of the best orgasms she probably ever received from him and she wanted to wash it all away? She had no right. He was about to tell her all of this when they both heard someone knocking against the front door.

"BAAAAAAAAAAASTARD! OPEN UP!"

That was definitely Naruto's obnoxious voice. Sasuke looked down at Sakura. She was looking at the wall of her room in the direction of Naruto's voice, her eyes wide. How was he going to keep her quiet with Naruto around?

Fuck.

Amoureux= Lover
Roi= King

Whooo. I'm not really feeling this chapter… I just felt like you guys deserved an update but I do hope you enjoy it anyway. If not, don't worry, next one will be better.

This actually took forever to write and I'm sorry for the hold up! I'm also sorry that this chapter is a shortie… I promise the next chapter will be longer!
Please review! They give me the inspiration to update!
Don't you guys want to know what will happen with Naruto?

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