A/N: Itachi's chapter comes to you entirely from the mind of Cynchick this time, because I was too afraid I'd screw it up. Also because it's twice as fun to read crack you didn't write yourself, especially if it's good crack, like this beauty here. One more chapter to go!

Magnetized

Chapter 10 - Itachi

Where the hell was that bastard?

He was hiding from her, she just knew it. Why else would he be so hard to find? She'd been searching for so long her hair was nearly dry. Someone probably tipped him off…Kisame, maybe?

Nah. Kisame was probably still passed out on the roof.

The last place she saw Itachi was…on the stairs, on her way up to the roof to find Pein (which never happened, if anyone with blue hair came asking). She vaguely remembered speaking to him in passing, but she'd been too busy undressing him with her eyes to really pay attention. Had she said something that made him sneak off and avoid her like this?

She shook her head irritably. It didn't matter. She would find him, and then it was so on.

She stopped in the middle of the long hallway, pressing one finger to her chin thoughtfully. If she were a bastard, clan-killing genius…where would she be hiding?

If she didn't find him soon she was going to burn up and melt to the floor in a pile of horny goo. She was about ready to just grab someone else again, maybe go back and pull Deidara out of his coma and use chakra to force the blood to his groin. But no…she needed to find Itachi. If anyone in Akatsuki could cure her of this…thing, it would be the Uchiha. She just knew it.

Then it clicked, and an evil grin spread across her face. Of course! He would be hiding in the one place she'd least expect to find him!

Sakura flat out sprinted down the hall and up the stairs, slowing to a cautious stop and masking her chakra just outside his room. Itachi was a tough adversary, and if he'd set his mind to avoid her she was going to have to be clever about this.

The door was locked. That figured. She began pounding on the door with all of her natural strength, rattling it on its hinges. "Uchiha Itachi! I know you're in there! If you don't open this door I'm gonna break it down and you know I can so you better—"

The door disappeared from under her fist as it quickly swung inward, and if he hadn't had excellent reflexes she would have whacked him in the face. Instead he caught her by the wrist none too gently.

Her expression slipped into a beatific smile. "Itachi. Hi."

His eyes narrowed warily "What do you want?"

"Oh, nothing really. I was just wondering…"

Itachi made a startled sound as his vision was cut off by a long red strip wrapping around his eyes. Sakura's hitai-ate. Too late, he realized his mistake when the hand holding her wrist suddenly grasped air as her clone popped. The real Sakura had gotten behind him and instantly disabled his best defense.

He was so surprised by the sudden turn of events he forgot to struggle for a second, and Sakura took full advantage by hauling him over to the bed and using chakra binding wires to tie his hands and ankles to the bedposts. That speed training had really paid off.

She straddled his hips and grinned in triumph at her conquest. "Well. That was easier than expected. Maybe you secretly wanted me to find you?"

"Sakura. Untie me."

His cold demand didn't entirely hide the distinct edginess in his tone. Sakura merely smiled and pulled a kunai from his leg holster, then began to cut his shirt open from waist to neck. "So you can knock me out and run away again? No thanks. I think I like my idea better."

"You will regret this," he warned.

"Oh I doubt that. And I'm pretty sure neither will you."

And that was the plan. If she could get him as excited about the idea of repeatedly screwing as she was, then maybe he would be the one to finally cure her. Deidara had been on board with her and he was doing so well, too…until he went and passed out from a stupid little thing like exhaustion. Wimp.

Itachi was her last hope.

She rose up a little to unfasten his pants. Itachi strained against the wires and snarled – actually snarled – at her as she tugged them down over his hips along with his underwear. She ignored him and licked her lips as she gazed hungrily at his revealed – and quite impressive – manhood. "Oh yeah…I'm definitely gonna be cured."

"Cured of what? Sakura, why are you doing this?"

"I don't know," she replied mournfully. She slipped off him and began removing her clothes. "Something's wrong with me…and no one and nothing has been able to help. I just feel so hot…and empty." She straddled him again, fully naked, and leaned over to brush her lips across his ear, using her most seductive tone, "Won't you help me, Itachi?"

"You are not yourself. You don't really want this."

She smirked and pulled the lobe between her teeth. "Oh yes I do. You see…this isn't the first time I've thought about you like this. What it would be like to feel you inside me and fuck you senseless. Of course I wouldn't have acted on it before, but now…"

Itachi sucked in a sharp breath as she rolled her hips and rubbed against his member like a cat in heat, but he continued to tug futilely against his restraints. "That's not going to work on me, Sakura. My willpower is stronger than yours."

"Is that a challenge?" she whispered playfully, then ran her tongue across the seam of his lips.

He turned his face away before she could fully kiss him. "Don't flatter yourself. I have no interest in you this way," he said harshly.

Sakura's eyes narrowed, but a moment later the twitch of his cock beneath her told a very different story. She giggled. "Looks like your body doesn't agree with your mouth, Itachi."

His lip curled in an angry sneer and he jerked at the wires again. "Sakura, get off of me," he growled.

She placed a finger over his lips to silence him and leaned over again, this time dipping her tongue into his ear. "Come on, now…it's not that bad, is it…Itachi?" She dragged out his name in the most sensual, breathy voice she possessed. His breath hitched and his member twitched again, and it was definitely not as soft as before. Sakura grinned. So he liked that, did he?

She began kissing an open mouthed trail down his chest and over his fantastically toned abs, noting smugly on the way down that he'd stopped struggling. She wasted no more time and grabbed his member in her hand, giving it a few teasing strokes before running her tongue over the head. Her hand remained at the base and pumped him as she ran her tongue over every inch, then took him fully into her mouth.

Itachi seemed to have given up the resistance because he was rock hard now and beginning to breathe heavily. A wave of unbridled lust shot through her, heat and wetness flooding her core. She couldn't wait any longer. She released him from her mouth with a soft pop, and he gave a sharp intake of breath that almost sounded like protest. She crawled up his body and straddled his hips again, still holding him in her hand, and positioned his tip at her entrance.

"Sakura…" Itachi growled in warning, through clenched teeth.

She sighed impatiently. "Be honest, Itachi; do you really want me to stop?" she purred, giving his shaft a light squeeze.

His breath caught again, and he remained silent. That was all the answer she needed.

She slowly sank down onto him, moaning sharply when he was fully inside her, hitting as deep as he could go. She was on the brink of orgasm already, and the feel of him filling her so tightly sent her hurtling toward the edge. She rolled her hips once – and came. She rode out her orgasm in a series of breathy moans, only vaguely noticing Itachi groaning through clenched teeth as she tightened and pulsated around him.

And when it was over she kept right on going, bracing her hands on either side of his head and grinding against him in a wild, fast rhythm, desperately seeking release again. Itachi was enjoying it too, she noticed through a haze of lust, because he was straining against his bonds again for entirely different reasons, his hips rising beneath hers in the most amazing way.

"Sakura…untie me," he rasped, cutting off sharply when she rolled her hips particularly hard.

She shook her head, not caring if he couldn't see her. She ran the tip of her tongue over the rim of his ear. "I thought we were past the point of you pretending to resist me."

She felt his hot breath against her neck as he turned his head toward her, and gasped in surprise when she felt his lips on her skin, followed by his tongue as he placed hot kisses across her throat.

"I'm not resisting," he murmured against her skin, "I'm giving you what you wanted…and more."

"How do I know I can trust you? If I do and you leave me here hanging I'll fucking kill you so bad, I swear to God—"

"Sakura. Do you want me to fuck you or not?" He thrust his hips upward in emphasis.

Sakura whimpered with pleasure. What she was doing now was great, but it would be so much better if he were free to really give it to her hard and fast like she loved best. Just the thought of it sent another burning wave of desire through her.

The second the chakra wires snapped free she was thrown onto her back and Itachi settled over her, his cock still buried to the hilt inside of her. He'd pulled the blindfold free, but she still didn't trust looking into those dangerous, beautiful eyes.

He drove into her hard, making her gasp and moan. "Is this what you wanted, Sakura?" he asked, his voice a low growl as he continued those deep, forceful thrusts.

She clung to him, nails digging into his biceps as she wrapped her thighs over his hips, her head falling back against the mattress in ecstasy. "Yes! Oh, God…Itachi…harder!"

He obliged her eagerly, quickening his pace and slamming into her so hard and deep she practically screamed with pleasure at every thrust. She came violently and without warning, her body shaking beneath him but he didn't stop, relentlessly driving her body into the mattress. And then she was coming again, black spots appearing before her vision, gripping the sheets beside her head so tightly her knuckles turned white. A few moments later Itachi's rhythm broke and he groaned against her throat, emptying himself inside her with several quick, short thrusts.

Sakura lay there gasping and panting, a silly grin on her features. But her breath was cut off when Itachi suddenly kissed her. She was too surprised to react at first, but soon she was responding eagerly, her arms wrapping around his neck. It seemed he was just as good at kissing as he was at sex, and she felt the heat building in her again just from the glide of his tongue against hers. The fact that she was still aroused almost made her scream in frustration…until she realized that his cock was still rock hard inside of her.

"Itachi…" she began when he broke away and began kissing down her neck, "didn't you…?"

"Yes," he murmured against her collarbone. His hand stroked up her side and cupped her breast.

"But you're still—" She cut off when he pinched her nipple between his fingers.

"Is that a problem, Sakura? I thought you wanted me to fuck you senseless." Then his mouth closed over her nipple, tongue flicking out and circling the tight peak.

"Actually," she gasped, "I said I was going to fuck you senseless. But this idea is much better."

"Hn." He switched to suckle her other nipple as he began to thrust into her again, his rhythm increasing with every push of his hips until he was driving into her in the same deliciously deep way.

"Oh, God," she moaned, "I sense a sordid love triangle in the making, because I think I love you, too!"

He released her nipple suddenly. "What?"

"Nothing. Don't stop!"

Itachi sat up onto his knees and lifted her leg over his shoulder. He began thrusting into her again, harder, every pump of his cock hitting bottom. Sakura moaned wildly, her cries going up in pitch when he began rubbing his thumb in little circles over her clit.

"Yes! Don't stop...so close…I'm gonna—"

"Sakura, look at me."

Sakura was so caught up in the moment that she complied without thinking, locking directly onto those hypnotic, spinning orbs.

The world spiraled out from under her and the next thing she knew, she was staring into an eerie world of red and black. Crap. She'd been caught in the Tsukiyomi. But it wasn't so bad, she figured, because Itachi was still there, still thrusting inside her. In fact, the sensations somehow felt more intense, more overwhelming than before. Oh God, could he really be about to—?

"You want to be cured of your insatiable lust? How about I make you come again and again for the next seventy-two hours," his voice whispered in her ear, though the real Itachi hadn't moved.

But she didn't get the chance to answer, because she was already falling over the edge in the most intense, mind-shattering orgasm yet.

Seventy-two hours later – though in reality it was only around twenty minutes – Sakura lay gasping and boneless on Itachi's bed. Moisture leaked from the corners of her eyes, the experience she'd just had so intense it was almost painful. She couldn't speak if she tried, still coming down from the throes of ecstasy. She'd moaned and wailed so much her voice was hoarse. She'd come so many times she'd lost track, hitting her so quickly it was impossible to tell where one ended and the next began. Or perhaps it had been only one…one continuous, three-day-long orgasm.

Itachi lay next to her, arms tucked behind his head, a smug smirk on his perfect features. She glanced at him and grinned tiredly. She should have come to him first. If she'd known he could do all that with the Sharingan she wouldn't have wasted her time with all the other bastards.

In fact, even though she was cured of the insatiable itch after coming so many times she couldn't see straight, she had a feeling she would be seeking out Itachi's services on a regular basis from now on. Maybe Deidara too. Both he and Itachi had some unique, amazing abilities in the bedroom. The two of them could make her "enforced residency" here much more bearable. Maybe she could play on their rivalry and get them to compete over her – sexually.

Wow, she really was sick. And this time it wasn't the potion talking. However, just thinking about it was getting her all hot and bothered again. Wait…she shouldn't have the energy to be aroused again…she should be passed out cold after amazing sex like that. Did that mean…no…it couldn't be possible…

Sakura squeezed her eyes shut and tugged angrily at her hair. "NOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Her frustrated wail echoed throughout Akatsuki headquarters, and at that exact moment, ten dangerous, S-class criminals ran and hid in terror.