DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN NARUTO.
Warning: /Lemon/
(. C a r r e s s .:.m e—)
…
…
(thump. thump. thump.)
…
…
A world without you,
does it exist?
My world…—
It revolves around:
your kiss, your grasp,
your desires, your needs
…
…
It revolves around:
you.
…
…
(bang. bang. bang.)
…
…
It the .e n d—
I will do
.a n y t h I n g—
just
to
make
you
…
…
(splatter
drip
splatter
drip
splatter
drip
.)
…
…
.l o v e ( m e )—
…
…
breath. breath. BREATHE.
…
…
(you dried my veins with your blisteringly-sweetheroin.)
B R
A V E
—
N E W
—
W O R
L D
…
(& seclude ourselves)
…
(shatter. shatter. shatter.)
…
In her veins, did she inject
the wilted blossoms of last year's
spring.
Who knew (!) that you couldn't revive
something that was already
dead.
…
…
"Do you really like being alone?"
All he could remember was blood.
So
much
fucking
blood.
Blood. Blood. Blood.
Weak. Weak. Weak.
His blood.
Screams.
Run—
"SAKURA—!"
Fresh, fresh blood.
Tearing flesh.
—cling to life.
"I love you, Sasuke-kun."
Her blood.
"I-I need you…—"
Fear me.
Her hands against his cheek, shaking, shaking…
(Orochimaru drowning, laughing, playing)
…shaking.
(in blood.)
"I love you."
Ku ku ku ku—
BLOOD.
And, his world went black.
...
...
...
"W-What did you do to him?" She screams, horror-struck.
The black-haired man chuckles quietly
(ku ku ku—)
"I gave him what he desired."
She cries, tears streaming elegantly down her face. She presses his lax body into her bosom and she holds him tightly.
Never letting go.
"I'll… I'll do anything!" She whimpers, she pleads, she desperately sobs. "Just, just…—"
(ku ku ku—)
Power.
(ku ku ku—)
"—fix him."
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...
46.
"This was just a warning, I'm sure, Sasuke." Kakashi warned, as he placed the ointment on the slashed sector of Sasuke's cheek. "You are going to need to be more careful with that goddamn snake. He is after your eyes, you know…" Kakashi paused for a moment before correcting himself, "Your eyes and Sakura."
Sasuke scoffed and sent his stare towards Naruto and Sakura. Naruto was hovering over the silent girl, her wounds slowly healing due to her involuntary chakra usage. He was stroking her ragged pink hair and glaring at her new clothes with a dumbfounded expression. "I can't believe these are the clothes you have to wear now…" Naruto mumbled, aghast.
The only garment that the team could manage to pilfer were black micro-shorts, torn fishnets, too-high of heels, and a torn, so it exposed her collar and midriff, red t-shirt. Naruto knew that Sasuke wanted to murder him for finding these clothes. But, it was honestly the only ones he could manage. The Uchiha should at least appreciate that she was wearing clothes.
"Thankfully," Kakashi continued, "Sakura was able to wake up before Orochimaru could finish killing you. If it weren't for your Sharingan giving out—for reasons unknown—you would have been able to manage on your own…" Kakashi closed the ointment's container and patted the boy on the shoulder. "It's not like Orochimaru to not have accomplices with him for a fight though. It's strange…to say the least, for him to pull such an extreme action."
Sasuke gave a curt nod, before he stood up. "Hn." He grunted. He weakly staggered upright before beginning a trudge towards the girl, her bright emerald eyes calculating his every movement.
"Sasuke-kun," she began, "Thank you."
("Sakura," He mumbled into the crest of her right ear, "Thank you."
Her world went black.)
Sakura fought the urge to scream, her head throbbing with unbelievable pain as memories streamed throughout her entire body. She buried her head into her knees and let out a sobbing moan. "For everything." She finished, hearing his last words to her, long, long ago, filter through her mouth.
He hesitated. He was unsure if these words that were sung from her mouth were coincidental, or if she actually remembered that. Because, all he knew is that he didn't want her to remember that memory. He hoped for his initial guess.
"We can go to the Tachibana Inn that was at the entrance." Naruto suggested. "We need rest, especially Sasuke." He gave a quick glance to the scowling Uchiha and then shrugged his shoulders. "I'm only saying it, because it's true, bastard."
Sasuke grabbed Sakura's limp hand and lifted her up. "Aa," he grumbled. "Let's head over now, we can recuperate there. We'll continue the mission tomorrow, I suppose." He sounded annoyed; but, no one paid heed to his aggravation.
...
...
...
She always keeps the door closed; she always has her body completely under the blanket; she always needs to be pressed against his chest—
And, his grip never falters.
"What are you so afraid of anyways?"
—to sleep.
It's hers words that linger in the silent room…that scare him the most.
"Disappearing."
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...
47.
"We'll take two rooms." Kakashi drawled to the woman inn keeper. "One for the two love birds over there," he smiled, nodding his head towards Sasuke and Sakura—receiving a glare and an innocent blink. "The other for us," he finished, referring to Naruto and him.
The inn keeper smiled. She placed one of the keys in Kakashi's hand, the other in Sasuke's hand. "Have fun, sweetie," the woman grinned, flashing a wink.
Sasuke stole the key without much of a hint of a "Thank you" and marched down the hallway.
Kakashi rolled his eyes at Sasuke's immature behavior and apologized to the woman. "Ignore him, please," he began, "he has what most people would call…" He let a pause linger, looking for the right words to explain it, "…erectile dysfunction."
The woman gave a giggle. "That poor girl…" She shook her head, "Tsk. For such a handsome young boy, she must be so upset. Maybe you should help her with her sexual frustrations then, love. She's too pretty to let go to waste."
Kakashi twitched, awkwardly. "Maybe," he chuckled, "maybe."
"If I were to trust you…"
(breathe. breathe. BREATHE!)
"…would you stay by my side?"
(run. run. jump.)
"If I were to trust you…"
(drip. drip. splatter.)
"…would you eventually love me?"
(splatter. drip. drip.)
"I… I already do…"
(thump. thump. thump.)
"SAKURA—!"
(END OF TRANSMISSION)
Sakura stared effortlessly at the raven-locked boy as he discarded his shirt and laid placidly upon the squeaky, spring mattress. He had placed both palms against his closed eyes, elbows in air, and he let out a heavy sigh. "You are going to need to rest, Sakura." He mumbled, not wanting to recall the previous occurrences of the day.
"I will, don't worry, Sasuke-kun." She said, merrily.
He removed his hands from his face and eyed her, warily, cautiously. "Why are you so happy?" He glowered. Why was she always so happy? It was obnoxious, to say the least. Doesn't she understand the world they were living in? They lived in a world of lost hopes and bittersweet lullabies, a world of destruction thriving off pain, off happiness, off loss. She survived off her childish naivete. It was absurd, completely, utterly absurd.
Sakura was about to remove her clothes until Sasuke gave out a heavy sigh. "Don't do that." He glared. "Keep your clothes on, Sakura." He hinted a forsaken warning in his tone. He would grovel, if need be, for her to keep her clothes on. He doesn't want to take consideration for any lust, of any desire, or anything that could stray him away from his mission.
(saving her.)
She gave him a peculiar look and stopped. She gave a pout of dismay and a threatening look to ignore his orders. "Why are you so mean, Sasuke-kun!" She dryly asked, painful frustration in her once-angelic tone. She brought her hands off the bottom of her shirt and set them upon her hips, giving him a severe glare.
He rolled his eyes, ignoring her child-like antics. "Whatever." He replaced the pads of his fingers against the lining of his forehead and pressed the palms of his hands harshly against his eyes. Never had his sharingan failed him, like they did in the battle with Orochimaru. What possibly could have gone awry? He depended on these eyes to win his battles when he was fighting someone of such high caliber. What if they give out again? "Fuck…" He whispered under his breath with an emotion borderline of horror. He didn't want to risk taking that chance; but, what choice did he have?
Sakura picked up the messenger bag that she had previously discarded and walked into the bathroom. "Do you want a drink?" She inquired from the bathroom as she picked up two cups that resided by the dirty sink. She disregarded the rust that stained the bottom of the sink and turned the faucet on. Carefully rinsing and scrubbing both of the glasses, similar to that of a surgeon preparing for surgery, she displayed a triumphant grin when they glasses appeared (relatively) clean to the naked eye.
"Aa," he answered, half-heartedly, "sure."
Sakura opened the messenger bag, producing eight bottles of sake. She opened the first bottle with ease and slowly poured two waterfalls of alcohol into the glasses. Setting the bottle on top of the countertop, she laid the bag against the wall, and proceeded to walk back into the bedroom. She sat at the corner of the bed and waited for him to sit up-right. "Here," she cheerfully said, handing him the cup with an accomplished look.
He took the glass from her and gave a blank look into the glass. The entire time he was staring at the glass, Sakura had already finished her drink. Sasuke brought the glass to his chapped lips and sniffed the cup's contents. Unsure of whether or not his assumption was correct, he let the liquid touch his lips. "Is this…"
Sakura grinned, vivaciously. "Sake!"
"You… You idiot!" Sasuke howled. "You weren't supposed to open the bottle! We were supposed to bring Tsunade three of these!" Sasuke growled, slamming the glass on the already broken nightstand. "How…did you even get this? And, I…" Sasuke stole her cup, a terrorizing expression laid out on his face. "Goddamnit, why did you open this?"
"Sasuke-kun…" Sakura laughed. He was always quick to assume.
"You're… You're laughing?" He couldn't believe it. She always found some way to screw up his mission, his mind, his life.
"…I got eight bottles!" She disclaimed, trying to retrieve her stolen cup from him. He paused for a moment, tentative to believe what she had said, before uncertainly returning her glass. "Why can you never enjoy anything…" She whined, walking back to the bathroom.
This time she brought out the entire bottle of sake.
"Just drink with me, Sasuke-kun." Sakura complained, reclaiming her seat at the corner of the bed. "It won't do you any harm." She poured herself another glass. Her eyes, looked shyly at him, at his naked torso, and then she nodded her head towards his cup. "Please. I just want you to be happy." She continued, "Be happy with me."
After much inner turmoil, Sasuke picked up his own glass and downed his drink. He mockingly hissed, "Happy?"
She ignored his attempt at insult, and smiled. Finishing off her second drink, she poured more sake into their cups. "Yes," she admitted timidly, "I think I am."
...
...
...
The moment she dismembers his body, the moment she touches him, burning him with her love, she reveals the biggest mess, the biggest disaster, the biggest corruption that is known to this world.
"I don't care what you are," she firmly states.
That biggest mess that he knows can never be fixed.
"I will always love you."
So much.
So much.
...
...
48.
Sakura grumbled when she tried pouring the more sake from their fourth empty bottle. "Mou, Sasuke-kun," she drawled, "will you go get our last bottle, please?" Her tongue clicked at the roof of her mouth at the end of her sentence.
Sasuke, surprisingly, and slightly drunk himself, obliged.
Lifting himself off the edge of the bed, he stalked into the bathroom and claimed their last bottle. He was never much of a drinker, so he doesn't even understand why he fell into her proposal of drinking sake with her. They could have brought those extra bottles to Tsunade to help make her more enthralled about helping them, helping him, helping Sakura.
Though, he didn't really have any worries about Tsunade refusing to help them. Tsunade was like a mother to Sakura.
"Sasuke-kun!" Sakrua moaned, loudly, returning his attention to his task.
Sasuke grunted, "Hn." Steadying himself with the wall, he returned to the bed. "Here," he mumbled opening and pouring the bottle into his and Sakura's cups. Taking his seat beside her, Sakura laughed.
"It's nice, you know?"
Sasuke was confused. "W-What?"
"To ignore our crashing world, even if it's just for a little bit. Eh?"
He didn't respond, but gave a slight nod.
Sakura abruptly stood up. "I miss you Sasuke-kun." She stumbled haphazardly due to her unnecessarily large heels. Falling to the ground with a light thud, Sakura giggled even more. She slowly, unsurely took off her heels, then her fishnets, then her micro shorts—
"S-Sakura!" Sasuke hissed, realizing her growing nakedness.
—then her shirt. "What?" She drawled. "Why can't I take off my clothes? You don't have a shirt on!"
"There's a difference." He sighed. He stood up, shortly after speaking, and then bent down to begin helping her put her clothes back on.
"No!" Sakura shouted, slapping his hand away. "I'm taking off my clothes."
"Sakura, stop being ridiculous." Sasuke scowled, his hand grabbing hers and bringing him closer to her. At their proximity, their noses touched and their breaths ragged on one another. "Put your clothes back on. You look absurd in your undergarments."
Sakura tilted her head and gave the Uchiha a quick peck on his lips. "Why do you never want to have sex, Sasuke-kun? Is it because your gay?"
Sasuke gave a twitch of annoyance. "You… You are stupid."
"I want to have sex with you!" Sakura complained. "Do you think I'm unattractive, is that why?" Sakura looked down at her bra. Unsnapping it, she looked at her unveiled, firm breasts. "Are my breasts too small?"
Sasuke, wide-eyed, flustered, looked away. "Sakura." He warned.
"Or, my panties…" Sakura began to inch her fingers towards the hem of her underwear, readying to take them off.
He hissed, acid underlying the word, "Don't."
She carried his face back towards her, she looked into his eyes, kissed him once more, and he felt a prick in the side of his neck. "Love me." Sakura moaned into his ear, "That's all I want from you."
"W-What did… What did you give me, Sakura?" Sasuke growled, feeling the side of his neck for the syringe. "What the hell…—!"
He felt it surge through his veins.
Adrenaline.
Festering need.
Thrashing desire.
Everything.
In the open.
"Sasuke-kun,"
He blinked, lips twitching, eyes unfocused, previously contained and pushed aside lust—
(and love)
—unleashed.
"Love me." She drawled, her tongue flicking the lobe of his ear.
...
...
...
He remembers their first time.
It was…
Heart against heart.
Breathing life into one another.
It was…
Creating a rhythmic beat, in unison.
Hand clamped tightly against hand.
It was…
Sweat, lingering, residing.
Angelic beauty which she radiated.
…happiness.
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...
49.
It was the moment she brought the palm of hand against the back of sweating neck, that he lost control. She brought him closer, closer, closer and he could feel her hot breath against his cheek. Her lips grazing the crest of his ear lobe, she whispers, "You're my everything. I want you to have all of me...—"
He no longer even contemplated the fact that he should hesitate, he didn't bother to try and understand her words. All he could feel was the urge, all of the urge and desire he had been suppressing in since he retrieved her, since he lost her—all of it broke free.
And, he followed through with her sweet temptation.
He gluttonously captured her lips, sucking, nipping, and dancing with her tongue. He swiftly laid her body upon the bed and pinned her underneath his heavily breathing body. The kiss continually changed; yet, his tongues violent intrusion never once seemed to falter. The tempo was sporadic, fast, to slow, then to fast again. She mewled underneath him, pulling him in closer.
She wanted him as close as possible; she didn't care if she couldn't breathe, she just wanted to breathe him in. She wanted to breathe in him and the intoxicating fumes that he emanated. All those musky, clean aromas that sent her body, her mind into a craze. Her body begged her for him, for her memories of him, for the world to revolve around only the two of them. And, she would do everything in her power to get that.
Her hands fisted his thick hair and she heard him growl, his hands moving up and down her body, slowly gripping, kneading her breasts. She moaned. Crushing her lips harder against his, she began to grind against his body an erratic pulse that caused him to pant. He broke apart from her and stared at her with hazy, lust-filled eyes.
To him, she was the most beautiful he has seen her in years. Her hair was splayed in an unsystematic pattern about the pillow beneath her; it was shaped almost like that of a halo. He shook his head to try to restrain, to control, his usurping desire. She breathed intensely and stared at him with paradoxically craving, innocent eyes. He blinked, brought his hands to the sides of her face, and made sensual circles on her temples with the pads of his thumbs.
She raised her body up and crashed her lips back against his. His breath hitched as hers quickened, and she leaned up, switching their positions. She sat on top of his groin, her breasts pressed firmly against his chest, and her tongue was attached to the nape of his neck. He repressed a moan. His hands slid steadily down the small of her back and made a strong grip against her butt. He pulled her closer as she bit his neck, moaning at the same time.
He needed her.
So goddamn much.
Weak. Weak. Weak.
She was, if anything, so fucking…
She began grinding her hips against his, moving in a slow up and down pattern. She brought her lips to his, stealing them into a sweet bliss. "F-Fuck." He growled, he panted. His tongue flicked against hers and shoved it in the crevice as deep as possible. He ground against her body, pulling her into his chest, and moving her up and down, up and down.
…addictive.
She moaned. "Sasuke-kun…" She broke away from the kiss, lips still parted in a small smirk, and she remained an inch away from him. He tried to capture her lips again, but to no avail. She laughed, her head bobbing back with each time he tried. An obvious annoyed expression plastered itself upon his face, and he took one of his hands to the crown of her head, and pushed her lips back onto his. "Mmm…—"
She wrapped her legs tighter against his and began going faster in her grind, it lasted for only a few minutes until he flipped her. Lying her underneath him on the bed, he placed his right knee firmly between her thighs, he smirked when he heard her gasp in pleasure. Kissing her, his lips traveled down her neck, which received a heavy inhale, licked around her collar bone, and finally made their way to her breasts, wrapping themselves around her perky nipples. She moaned in pleasure as he worked her right breast with his mouth, her left with his stolid grip, and his knee gratifyingly moving about her crotch.
Her entire body was trembling at the sensation he was wracking upon her body. "Sasuke-k-…kun—" She gasped, latching her fingers into his hair and bringing him down, heavier on her body. Her breaths were ragged.
Sasuke felt as though her were going mad. He couldn't hold back any longer; but, he wanted this to be, per se, romantic—or, at least, as romantic as he could make it in this world. He wanted this to be memorable to her, so she would remember their many other times of desire, of passion, of love. But, he didn't know how much longer he could hold himself back.
He was going fucking insane.
She whimpered his name as his hands traveled down to her panties.
Goddamnit.
Goddamnit.
Fuck.
"I want you inside me…" Sakura murmured, lifting his head up so he could see her eyes. "I need you inside of me." His onyx eyes stare into hers and he can't define what emotions she was feeling at this time, because this wasn't just lust, this wasn't just desire, it was something more.
And, he couldn't deny that. He couldn't deny all of their memories, he couldn't deny making more memories with her.
I need you.
I need you.
His fingers easily slipped underneath her panties and inside of her, at first creating a steady rhythm, before turning eclectic. She moaned louder and louder, and he held back his groans when he felt her trying to pull the hem of his pants down. She grounded up with his exiting fingers, bringing his hips against hers. "Fuck, Sakura…" He hissed, his forehead was resting in the nape of her neck, panting devilishly. His fingers began moving faster and faster and suddenly her arms wrapped around his torso and she screamed in ecstasy.
I love you.
I…
I fucking
love you.
She slipped out of her underwear, tossing them heedlessly aside. Her small fingers slid down his muscular, scarred body and fumbled quickly against the hem of his pants. She managed to unbuckle the belt and pull them down to the middle of his thighs. He chuckled at her antsy behavior and pressed his lips against hers, while he slid his pants down to his knees.
He came to an abrupt halt in his kiss, swiftly breaking away, the moment he felt her hands against his member. She moved them up and down the length of his shaft. "Sasuke-kun, please!" She whined. Both too aroused to wait any longer, Sasuke placed another rough kiss before plunging deep inside her.
Breaking away, he listened to her mewls that were a mixture of both pain and pleasure. She grabbed his firm ass, pulling her deeper inside of her.
"Fuck…—Sakura!" He harshly gasped.
Sakura gulped, trying to catch her breath as he continued his assault on her lips and continued to move deeper and deeper inside of her. Her legs wrapped around his body as he stretched her core, thrusting himself faster into her. "Ah, ah… Sasuke-kun!" Sakura screamed, her arms draped around his neck, pulling him into an obsessive kiss. She moaned into him, causing him to feel a need to fuck her harder. He growled with each thrust, rocking her back and forth with him, in and out. She screamed louder and louder. She clawed at his back as he kneaded her breasts, before he eventually began another oral attack with his tongue.
She was so beautiful.
He understood that none of this was desire.
He understood more than anything, this wasn't just…
This wasn't just a fuck.
Her sore legs bucked against his body, with his rhythm, as she injected into him her painfully sweet addiction. He slowed down for a short moment, adjusting himself to where he discovered a way for more force, more leverage. Slamming his pelvis against hers, he quickened the pace, he fucked her harder against the squeaking mattress. "Sasuke-kun, Sasuke-kun, Sa-Sasuke-kun!" Sakura cried, "God… God, I fucking," Sakura moaned—louder, louder.
It felt so goddamn good…
"Ohh, ohh!" Sakura screamed.
Weak. Weak. Weak.
This wasn't just a goddamn fuck.
Keeping an uneven tempo, Sasuke pounded inside of her, sending her into an insane bliss. He was wracking her brain, he was making her insane. His every thrust brought him further and further into her body, into her mind and soul and heart. His every thrust brought her back to him.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
She threw her head back, crying out loud. She screamed as she came heavily, violently; she screamed as the white flashed before her eyes, as the numerous memories flashed before her eyes—
("Sakura," he firmly asked, "are you…are you sure you want to do this?"
"Sasuke-kun," Sakura shyly whispered, her hands wrapped around his hips, "I love you with all of my heart… I want to be your everything."
He looked away. "You…" He sighed, swearing he would never repeat such uncalled for words again in his lifetime, "…you already are.")
This was so much fucking more than that.
…
…
…
The moment their worlds collided,
the universe shattered due to such powerful
dissonance.
"We were never meant to be." He says, simple and straight-forward.
She shakes her head, smiles, and kisses him with such...such love.
"I don't believe that."
He raises a brow and snorts, "why not?"
She shrugs.
"Because you always lie to yourself."
…
…
50.
Sasuke felt the pleasurable, violent spasms fly down his spine as his fluid burst inside of her. "S-Sakura," he growled her name, his thrusts slowly coming to a complete stop. Pulling out of her, his support finally gave way and he collapsed on top of her, panting uncontrollably.
"I love you with all my heart." Sakura whispered. Her arms wrapped around his hips. "I want to be your everything!" Tears were streaming down her emerald green eyes.
She felt him raise himself up, supporting himself on his currently weak elbows and knees. He looked down at her, seeing the numerous red blotches decorating her skin, seeing her bruised lips, seeing her shining, beautiful eyes. Lifting one elbow, he softly brushed away the tear that was streaming down the left side of her face.
He slowly, hesitantly placed a passionate kiss upon her lips.
Run, cling to life… Hate me… Hate everyone… Hate the world.
He lied to himself years ago, when he swore he would never repeat such uncalled for words.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
"You already are."
He smirked.
This was love.
A/N: So I realized I've been blue-balling Sasuke this entire story. So, I figured I had to write a lemon. Except, the problem is, I have never written a lemon before, so I kind of just...winged it. Haha. I feel proud of myself, though I thought it was relatively grody, or raunchy, to write. I think I'm going to stick with hints of sex from now on instead of full-fledged descriptions, unless you guys want the lemons. I'm down for either, nbd.
I like to surprise, don't I? I mean, I haven't updated this story in more than a year. My bad. I made up for it with an extremely long chapter, alright? I thought I was done with fanfiction; but, the fact that I still keep getting reviews, I feel horrible if I leave any of my stories unfinished. And, I'm sort of getting back into fanfiction.
If only Kishimoto would stop being a douchebag with his storyline and bring Sasuke (and Sakura— even though she was rarely in it to begin with...) back into the manga, I would be writing more.
Anyways, tell me what you think! I love to hear from you guys, and it was with your support that I started writing fanfiction again! Let me know what you guys want! I aim to please. :D
Reviews make me write. (:
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