Sexiest Ninja of Konoha: Hello faithful readers :D thanks to everyone who put this story on alert and faved it, and for the sweet reviews asking for updates! I really appreciate the support, and to show you, I'm going to update this story more often and FINALLY transition into the SasuSaku smut! See? It was worth it to stick around Enjoy


Sasuke fiddled with the shirttails of his black button-down shirt irritably, tapping his foot impatiently. He folded back the sleeves of this hated dress shirt and stuck his hands in the pockets of the dark-wash jeans Sakura had made him wear. A week of marriage and she was already ordering him around. The rest of his life was going to be great.

"Sakura! Spending so much time in front of the mirror isn't going to make you prettier; trust me, I've seen that face in the morning," Sasuke yelled at the closed bathroom door, banging on it as well for good measure. Ten minutes, and he was ready. Three quarters of an hour later and Sakura was still holed up in front of the mirror. After letting out an exasperated sigh at the lack of response, Sasuke retreated to the front door to wait instead. He leaned against the doorframe, switching between looking out the window and back down the hallway leading to the bedroom where Sakura was busy wasting his time. He hadn't even wanted to go out tonight; he was perfectly content with staying home and pitying himself like every other night for the past week. But if he hadn't, he wouldn't have put it past Naruto to blackmail him by telling his parents that he and Sakura still refused to "do the deed."

"Why am I friends with that guy…" Sasuke was musing to himself. He didn't hear the bathroom door open and close. But he did hear the click of Sakura's heels as she stepped on to hardwood floor of the front entrance. His head snapped up. The sight that greeted him made him stumble. The shade of the pink halter dress she wore matched her hair exactly. It hugged all the right parts of her body, deliciously accentuating the roundness of her breasts, the slenderness of her waist and the flare of her hips. It outlined her perfect figure beautifully, fanning out slightly at the bottom to move about her knees. It swirled about her with every movement she made. As if she was dancing on air. Nothing Sasuke could have done would have distracted him enough to look away from her. It was as if the surly, sarcastic wife he never wanted suddenly turned into the beautiful princess bride he dreamed of every night.

"It's not polite to stare," came the snappy huff from said ephemeral beauty. The eyes in Sasuke's head promptly recoiled back to their sockets, his mouth snapping shut. The moment was over, and his surly wife was back. Fantastic.

"Hn. Let's just go," Sasuke mumbled, pushing the door open and standing aside to let Sakura slide by him. She passed agonizingly close; he could smell the shampoo in her hair. Lilacs. They exited the Uchiha estate, Sasuke in step with Sakura, a pace behind her. Her heels brought the top of Sakura's head level with his eyes. He chuckled.

"What?" Sakura asked disinterestedly, turning her head slightly to pin Sasuke with a gaze from the corner of her eye. He chuckled again.

"I just hadn't realized how short you were until you put on those awfully gaudy heels," he replied, quickening his pace to walk in front of her. Sakura bristled. Height was a point of contention with her. This guy really knew how to push her buttons.

"You know, I couldn't help notice your shoe size. What is it? A six? Seven? It seems to me someone is making fun of my height because they feel the need to overcompensate for a, ah, height problem of their own," Sakura's reply was quick and tart. Sasuke's mouth shot open indignantly as he angrily tried to inform her that he in fact wore a size ten and a half shoe, thank you, when a voice cut him off, stopping Sasuke and Sakura in their tracks.

"Oi, Teme!" that voice was becoming all too familiar to Sakura, and more annoying to Sasuke.

"Naruto-kun, you shouldn't yell such an obscene word so loudly!" came the sweet-natured chide from Hinata. The happy couple approached the obviously much-less-happy one from the opposite side of the road, crossing over to meet up.

"Yeah, dobe, you should listen to your girlfriend," came Sasuke's response, his voice belying the smirk he obviously wore. Naruto grinned and Hinata sighed, shaking her head.

"Heh, yeah yeah teme. Hinata-chan, look, this is Sakura-chan! I told you all about her, remember?" Naruto shoved Sasuke out of his way, pointing excitedly to Sakura as he pulled Hinata along by the arm.

"Naruto-kun! Not so loudly!" Hinata chided again, turning to Sakura. "Konnichiwa, Sakura-chan! Naruto-kun has indeed told me much about you; it is a pleasure to meet you," Hinata was polite and genuine, if a bit shy. Sakura liked her immediately. She smiled back at the purple-haired girl before her.

"The pleasure is mine, Hinata-chan. I wish I could tell you Sasuke has also told me much about you, but, as you must know him better than I, you know how big of an ass he is," she smiled widely. Naruto roared with laughter as Hinata chuckled in disbelief at the outspoken, confidant woman before her, noting silently that she really was everything Naruto described to her; he hadn't been exaggerating. Sasuke scowled. Suddenly, Sakura's eyes widened, her smile faltering. Hinata cocked her head questioningly at her.

"Is something wrong?" she frowned. Sakura shook her head, her eyes never leaving Hinata's face.

"No, it's just that… your eyes…" Sakura blushed, as the memories of Neji escaped the dark recesses of her mind to come to the forefront once more. Hinata smiled knowingly.

"Yes, I am a Hyuuga. Neji is my cousin; he's been moping around the compound since your wedding, by the way," she turned to Sasuke. "You are very lucky, Sasuke-san. Sakura-chan must really be quite a special girl for someone like Neji to be head-over-heels for her," she told him. Sasuke scowled again. If it hadn't been for her naturally sweet disposition, he would have immediately assumed she was taking a jibe at him.

"Ne, Hinata-chan, you're pretty special too," Naruto nuzzled the blushing Hyuuga's cheek. Sakura smiled at the incredibly mismatched couple. Sasuke glanced at Sakura for a moment, secretly thinking her smile was very pretty. But then, once again, the moment passed, and he rolled his eyes, blushing slightly.

"Come on, dobe, before you spew out more incredibly cheesy lines," he pushed Naruto ahead of him, despite his protests, as Hinata and Sakura giggled, following the two the short distance left to the restaurant.

x-X-x

When they arrived, Naruto made sure to act every bit of the perfect gentlemen, holding the doors for Sakura and Hinata, pulling out their chairs for them, and making sure to compliment both of them on their attire: Sakura in her pink dress, Hinata in her light purple strapless dress. Sasuke scoffed as the girls giggled at the attention. Was this guy trying to make him look bad? Not cool.

"See, Sasuke, why can't you be like Naruto?" Sakura pouted. She turned to Hinata. "Hinata-chan, you are so lucky. You must tell me what it's like to have someone that actually cares about you," she sighed, looking pointedly at her scowling husband, whose face turned darker and darker as the evening has wore on. He now turned his dark face towards Sakura, about to reply to her, but thinking of a better solution to her big mouth.

"Hey dobe, maybe some time you can tell me what it's like to be with someone whose sweet, charming, and loving, everything a woman should be," he directed his statement at Sakura, as Naruto and Hinata sat uncomfortably between the two. Sakura glared across the table. And to think she had just made him eggs this morning! Ungrateful bastard.

"Hmm, Hinata-chan, perhaps you can tell me what it feels like to be with a man who isn't a cocky pompous ass who has a serious superiority complex," she rested her chin on her interlaced fingers, her head cocked to the side slightly as if to say come at me, bro. Sasuke growled low in his throat.

"Naruto, tell me, what is it like to be with a woman who is actually attractive, and possesses a cup size bigger than a negative A?" Sasuke smirked. Sakura's mouth dropped, her face turning red. Hinata sank lower in her seat.

"H-Hey! That's my girlfriend you're talking about!" Naruto mumbled unconvincingly as he joined said girlfriend underneath the table.

"Ano, eh, Sakura-chan, Sasuke-san, perhaps we should just forget about this, ne?" Hinata chuckled nervously. Sasuke leaned back in his chair, nonchalantly, looking at a spot above Sakura's head.

"Hey, I have no problem, Hinata. Sakura-chan started this, remember?" he put an emphasis on the –chan, attempting to rile Sakura. It worked.

"Problem? Problem? You're the only one with the problem here, Sasuke-kun. You're so depressing; you're pessimistic. You never want to do anything. I don't like this situation either, but I refuse to live out the rest of my life a lonely hermit like you. Maybe, instead of arguing with me and staring at my goddamn tits all the time, you could use those supposed brains of yours and figure a way to get us out of this situation!" Sakura hissed at the passionless Sasuke before her. He balked at this tirade.

"Maybe if you're forehead weren't so big and your chest weren't so flat, we could get along better. Maybe if you didn't snap at me or give me sarcastic answers all the fucking time, this situation wouldn't be so bad. Believe me, Sakura," he leaned closer across the table, ignoring Hinata's whimper and Naruto's fervent signs to stop. "I am looking at every possible way I can get out of this godforsaken marriage, don't doubt that. But until then, you are my wife, and an Uchiha woman now, and you will obey me. You will honour me. And you will not shame me. I don't know who you think you are, but if you think your life belongs to you anymore, you're wrong. I'm tired of this picking at me while we're in public places. You will stop this immediately. Also, you are not to leave the house again dressed like a whore. I don't want to be embarrassed by my own wife," Sasuke finished coolly, stunning all three occupants of the table. Naruto stared wide-eyed at his friend. Hinata emitted a small gasp and looked to Naruto for assurance. Sakura opened her mouth to reply, thought better of it, and closed her mouth quietly. She desperately tried to fight the tears that were gathering in her eyes. This was what the rest of her life was going to be like? Being dominated by someone as cruel and heartless as he? Neji was right. He was always right. She should have left with him that day, and not looked back. When her resolve failed her and a tear slipped down her cheek, Sakura stood up, not uttering a word. She spun on her heel slowly and walked away from the table, her eyes scanning the restaurant for a bathroom. Instead, her eyes landed on a bar. Even better.

x-X-x

"Sasuke…where do you come off acting like that?" Naruto whispered fiercely. Sasuke grunted at him. Hinata twiddled her fingers, an old nervous habit. She glanced furtively at her blonde lover. She wasn't so sure he had made the right decision anymore.

"That was cruel and it was mean, you should go apologize!" Naruto continued, poking Sasuke's shoulder none too gently. Sasuke shook him off irritably.

"Leave me alone, Naruto. I'm not in the mood," he growled, his tone dangerous. Naruto grumbled to himself as Hinata searched the restaurant for Sakura. She spotted her pink-haired friend sitting at the bar, what looked like a full bottle of sake before her. She bit her lip, nudging Naruto with her elbow. He turned to her questioningly. She pointed wordlessly at the bar. Naruto sighed, standing up. Sasuke glanced at him.

"Where are you going?" he asked disinterestedly. Naruto huffed at him.

"If you're not going to take care of her, I should," he gestured vaguely towards the bar. Sasuke's eyebrow twitched in annoyance as he saw the familiar figure of his wife sitting at the bar. Not another embarrassment. He watched Naruto approach Sakura, explain something to her, and try and persuade her to come back to the table. Sakura refused. Sasuke's frown grew deeper and deeper. His parents couldn't have picked a better match? Did they have such little faith that someone like him, someone that looked like him, couldn't do better? Hinata sat by awkwardly.

"Ano… Sasuke-san… perhaps yelling at each other is not the best way to get along?" she offered timidly. Sasuke glanced at her icily. She yelped and looked down, not raising her head until Naruto returned dragging a reluctant Sakura with him, who was clutching her bottle of sake to her bosom as if her life depended upon it. She sat down heavily, pointedly looking away from Sasuke. His eyebrow twitched again.

"That's a heavy drink, Sakura. What did I just tell you about embarrassments?" he was not helping himself at all. Naruto slapped his forehead with the palm of his hand. Hinata whimpered.

"Hello, may I take your order tonight?" an overly-happy waiter appeared at Sasuke's shoulder, smiling obliviously at the tension before him. Sasuke ordered without looking over his shoulder.

"Wine. And champagne. Lots of it. Charge it to the Uchiha name," he was glaring at the still pouting Sakura, who was steadily pouring shot after shot and downing them in single takes, not offering anyone any. She still refused to acknowledge him. Naruto sighed tiredly.

"Can't we just have dinner…" he whispered before ordering a steak. Hinata ordered a simple salad, her appetite all but gone. The waiter wrote down the order and walked off, still smiling. Sakura stayed silent, instead pouring herself another shot. Sasuke's eyes narrowed. This was going to be a long night.

x-X-x

"Ano… Sakura-chan, perhaps you should leave that bottle here… it is your fourth one after all…" Hinata trailed off as Sakura stumbled out of the restaurant. She grabbed the door for support as she turned a bleary eye on the fidgeting Hyuuga heiress.

"You…" she mumbled some incoherencies before finishing with a wagging finger at the lamppost she thought was Hinata. The lavender-eyed beauty shook her head, pulling Sakura along with her as Naruto stayed at her side. Sasuke still refused to look at her. He himself was a tad bit tipsy, though not to the degree of Sakura. He doubted anyone was as intoxicated as Sakura at this moment. They walked on in this fashion, Hinata guiding Sakura from behind, Naruto making sure she didn't step onto the street, and Sasuke glowering as he led the way. Finally, after Naruto gripped Sakura's arm and pulled her out of the way of a storm drain she was about to fall down, Sasuke stopped. He spun around and grabbed Sakura's chin roughly in his hand, making her look at him. She struggled weakly. His obsidian eyes found her emerald ones and looked deep into them. A moment passed like this until Naruto cleared his throat. Sasuke shook his head, disgusted with what he had apparently seen, and grabbed Sakura's hand, pulling her along after him. Naruto and Hinata stared after them sadly as Sasuke raised a hand in farewell, a silent command to not follow them.

"Naruto, I fear…that you have made a terrible mistake,"

x-X-x

Sakura gurgled in his ear as Sasuke supported her through the door. He slammed it behind him. What was it about this woman that drove him crazy? He hated her; he truly did. That moment, when he looked in her eyes, he saw nothing there. That irked him. She had nothing underneath her blunt exterior. Yet she invaded his constant thought, and he found himself growing insanely jealous at the thought of that schmooze who had just hit on her at dinner. Why? What was there for him to love? A shell? How could he ever be happy with a shell? He was jolted out of his musings by a hard thunk sound. He looked down. Sakura had slumped to the floor. He sighed, grinding his teeth as he picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. He laid her down on the bed and turned from her immediately, not wanting to look at the empty-headed thing he shared a bed with. A life with. He unbuttoned his shirt and draped it across a chair, removing his jeans as well. He ran a hand through his hair and rubbed his neck tiredly.

"Hey…." came the slurred mumbling from behind him. He turned, glancing emotionlessly at Sakura. She writhed luxuriously on the bed, her hair fanning out around her head like a halo, her dress disheveled and riding up slightly.

"I'm not carrying you to the bathroom, if that's what you want," Sasuke told her icily, turning back to the mirror in front of him.

"No…but…why d'you hate me?" Sakura slurred tiredly. Sasuke whipped around, fixing her in his gaze. Couldn't tell if she was just sleep-talking, drunk-talking, or both. Or neither…

"Go to sleep, Sakura; you're drunk," Sasuke muttered coolly. Suddenly, he felt a hand on his shoulder, pulling him around. He started abruptly. Sakura had jumped out of bed to grab him; it had happened to quickly, you would think she was completely sober. That lasted all of five seconds before she was leaning on him for support, her head resting on Sasuke's chest. He pushed her away coldly, making her stumble backwards to fall on the bed. Her lower lip trembled.

"What is it about me that repulses you so much?" she whispered, more to herself than the arrogant figure before her. She didn't notice that same figure stop dead in his tracks as he listened to her drunken ramblings. She rubbed her eye childishly, her cheeks rosy from all the drink. Then she felt her head jerking upwards, slightly aware of the hand that grabbed her chin roughly. She raised her glassy eyes to look into Sasuke's own slightly cloudy eyes. Again.

"And what is it about you that has me going crazy," his voice was barely above a whisper. Sakura blinked stupidly, her actions severely delayed. She tried to push Sasuke away, but he was too strong. And she was too drunk. She mumbled something incomprehensible, shaking her head at some invisible annoyance. Sasuke held her chin fast in his hand, his face getting closer to hers.

'What the hell are you doing?' he asked himself. The part of him that was still sober was raging against him. But in the end, his drunken self took over, pushing Sakura onto her back as he laid himself on top of her. She struggled uselessly, half-heartedly. Her movements were slow and jerky and short-lived. Soon, she couldn't move at all, only moan and writhe as Sasuke ran his tongue over moist, slightly-parted lips, the delicate hollow of her throat, the crevice between her breasts. He grabbed her wrists roughly and pinned them with one hand above her head as his caresses and kisses became more aggressive. His mouth angrily, unconsciously found hers and attacked them with such force he bruised the delicate lips. Sakura let out a weak cry in protest. She had no will of her own anymore; she was simply too intoxicated. Her carnal instincts took over and she responded naturally to Sasuke's touch. He, in turn, was taking out all his anger, all his frustrations at this situation out on her tonight. He hated her expressionless eyes. He hates her lack of emotion, lack of will. He hated her cheap, shallow façade. He hated how he couldn't stop thinking of her. His grip on her wrists tightened, his other hand reaching roughly below to lift her dress up, all the way. He pulled it roughly over her head. Sakura closed her eyes, half-asleep. Sasuke paid no attention as he slowly pulled her green, frilly thong off, renewing his attack on her throat, tonguing the hollow. Sakura moaned again, increasing his own desire. He smirked. He was going to make her pay for all his unhappiness. His ever-increasing grip on her wrists tightened more, making her cry out in pain. He silenced her with his mouth, his tongue all but down her throat. He bit her lip, hard enough to draw blood, smiling when he tasted it. His free hand caressed her body; her round breasts, the rosy peaks hardening with desire, her flat, taut stomach clenching in spasms of pleasure and pain, her thighs, twitching every time he bit her lip, and finally to the moist nether-lips she housed between her legs. He grinned at the gasp emitted by Sakura's now-free lips as he slipped a finger into her. She bucked against his touch, thrusting forward desperately. His smile still in place, he lowered his mouth to suck on her fully-hardened nipple, enjoying the cries of ecstasy as he licked, and the cries of pain as he bit. He slipped a second finger into her, pushing harder and deeper into her as he did so. Sakura moaned, biting her already black and bloody lips. With every moan, with every twist, Sasuke's own throbbing member grew bigger and bigger until he couldn't resist anymore. He pulled his fingers out and entered her, pushing himself as far as he could go. Sakura's gasp of surprise and pain only riled him up more. She shuddered, a single tear falling down her cheek at the pain of losing her virginity. But the moment passed, and soon she was enjoying the feel of Sasuke inside her. Not as much as Sasuke was enjoying being inside her, though. He forwent the formality of trying to please her. Instead, he pounded against her, pumping into her madly, without restraint. Sakura's instincts had completely taken over, responding innately to Sasuke's body. Groans escaped her lips. Her body was moving in sync with his. Sasuke lowered his mouth to Sakura's neck, alternating between slow kisses and harsh bites, leaving her skin raw and red. Sakura was panting now, feeling that soon she would explode. Perhaps soon, she would. Sasuke's own moans of pleasure grew increasingly fervent, increasingly desperate. He began to thrust harder, faster, his own moans matching Sakura's. Their bodies were like a current, running faster and swifter and quicker until…

bliss.


Sexiest Ninja of Konoha:_ I suck at smut scenes….

As a clarification, Sakura is drunk off her ass and has no idea what she's doing. Sasuke's more sober, but also slightly intoxicated. But he IS sober enough to know what he's doing…
It will be much clearer in the next chappie
R&R like usual! Always appreciated :D