Sorry for being so late! It's my last year of school, and I have a shit load of work.

Anyway, on to the update!

P.s. It's kind of an AU. It still has to do with the manga, but like, much later, and without the recent events happening. All you need to know is that Itachi is dead, and Sasuke does not want to return to Konoha. He's just living the life of a missing nin now. They're about eighteen. And Sasuke might be slightly OOC for some of you, but to me, not really. He's a male with hormones and sexual needs, so no OOC in my mind. :P

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, obviously.

Chapter Ten: The Dark/Angsty Naughty

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Because it's hot.

Part of Sakura knew things would not go as she thought they would when she would finally find Sasuke. After all, with the Uchiha, anything could happen. You could not plan ahead to how things would go, or how he would react, because Uchiha Sasuke was unpredictable. But even so, she was surprised. Surprised at how he'd changed, physically wise. Surprised as to how he resembled to a damn statue because he was so monotone and still. Surprised that he didn't even react much beyond giving her a blank stare. Regardless of how grownup she was, Sasuke had made no movement to reach for his sword. It was like he was sure he would not need it if ever they would fight.

It was no need to say such action, or lack of action so to say, was insulting for Sakura.

"Sasuke-kun," The green eyed girl greeted, fixing him with a sharp stare full of bottled up anger which came from all these years ago where he had been missing in her life. Where he refused to come back.

"Sakura." Her name rolled off his tongue perfectly, like it always did. She felt as though it belonged there. Felt as though he was meant to say her name so flawlessly. And that feeling she got when she was younger and he said her name… she could still feel it. After all, her love for him had not dimmed one bit ever since he left the village.

She saw his eyes scanning at the empty spaces at her sides, before turning to her eyes again. "No team mates?" he asked, his tone flat and bored.

"Would it make any difference, Sasuke-kun? You're not going to come back either way, no matter how many people I bring with me," she replied, narrowing her angry gaze to the ground, before she sighed while her eyes lost their glint of fury. "And you know what? I don't even know why I bother. It doesn't matter who Tsunade-sama sends out to try to get you to come back. You just don't want to," she said softly, blinking quickly as she felt salty water prickling her eyes. Raising her gaze to the man again, she found herself not in the least surprised when he was simply staring at her with a bored look.

And then…

"Go home, Sakura. You shouldn't be here." As soon as the quiet words left his mouth, she saw him turning his back to her, seemingly ready to simply leave their encounter like that. Unresolved and pointless. But Sakura, furious again to see him underestimating her once more, threw a kunai in his direction which he avoided effortlessly, but as he turned, she spat out words that made him stop. "And that's it?! You're just going to run away like the coward you are?! That's all you can do, huh, Sasuke-kun!? Run away! Run away from everything! You're a coward who can't face the realities, that's what you are!"

In less than a blink of an eye, Sakura was thrown backwards against a tree, and the first thing she saw after she gasped in pain and snapped her eyes open were angry black coal orbs. "I wouldn't speak if I were you, Sakura. You don't know anything about me," he hissed darkly, releasing her wrists from his tight hold. (Had she imagined or did Sasuke's eyes flicked to her mouth for a second?) The young medic stared back with a hard gaze, and she did not dare rub her wrists to show he had hurt her. The least she wanted to do was show weakness in front of Sasuke, which she had kind of already done by getting sensitive at the start of their encounter.

"Maybe I don't, but it's not my fault. You threw away your life of happiness six years ago, and for what? For a path of darkness that lead you nowhere," she quietly said, shaking her head disapprovingly at him before she pushed him away. But as she took a few steps, a hand gripped her wrist tightly, and Sakura's calm gaze sharpened into a deathly one. On reflex, she whirled on her heels to face the man and threw a chakra infused punch, which Sasuke had seen coming with his sharingan. Although instead of avoiding it, he settled himself with catching her wrist, effectively breaking a few bones, which he ignored.

She noticed the way his eyes almost twinkled in amusement as she struggled against his grip, but when he pushed her up against him and clasped her hands behind her back tightly, she gasped. She knew Sasuke was never a fan of physical contact, and he tended to avoid it at all cost when he was younger, but now, six years later, he was engaging physical contact to keep her from injuring him when there were a heck of a lot of other ways to do so without bringing anything physical. But yet she'd thought that he would even be more distant of engaging any kind of physical contact with anyone as he is now. She was expecting anything but what he was doing now.

…but then again, hadn't she learned that he did unexpected things?

"Let me go," she muttered harshly, twisting her wrists continually in an attempt to wriggle away from his hold. Feeling hot breath on her neck, Sakura stiffened and struggled even more, only for her breath to cut itself off as Sasuke let his nose drag itself from the crook of her neck, to her ear, slowly, painfully slowly. He then placed his mouth at her ear, exhaling against the flesh of it before he smirked lightly. "So weak…" he murmured huskily, pressing her body closer to his.

"You take that back you son of a—!" her eyes snapped in shock as Sasuke unexpectedly threw them both on the ground, but before she could make any move to get on her feet, he had her trapped down on the grass, under his firm and built eighteen year old body. She stared at him in shock, her mouth dropping a few inches as he settled himself with looking at her with what she thought was a blank stare, if you ignored the little sparkles of something in it. She didn't know what that thing was until he gave her a small dominant smirk, before dropping down to her neck again. She couldn't even bear to breathe upon feeling his body press against hers, completely, making her feel all of him. How firm his muscles were and how much of a grown man he'd become.

Without thinking about what she was doing, she wrapped her arms around his back, her neck tilting to the side as she felt him inhale a long breath of her scent, his lips grazing over the skin on her shoulder. She felt him tense under her fingers, but soon the stiff muscles relaxed, and quicker than she could tell, the lips that were grazing her skin seconds before was now harshly ravishing her own. Now, if Sakura had not hung on to her feelings for Sasuke for all these years, she would have pushed him back and hit him where the sun doesn't shine, and probably would have damaged him a little more so he could learn his lesson.

But the thing is, she still did. And so even though she felt this was more raw lust and a build up sexual frustration more than any other thing, like love, or for Kami's sake any freaking feeling of deep care, she took her courage in her hands and kissed him back. For a moment, it felt almost awkward, or strange. Sakura had always dreamed of kissing Sasuke, in some cheesy, sweet way, or something of the sort. She'd dreamed of Sasuke and herself doing things that she never thought she'd ever be able to bear thinking of. She'd dreamed of making love with him, of holding him in her arms, and of bathing in the afterglow while cuddling and kissing till sleep took them over. Oh yes, she dreamed of it.

But feeling his lips over her own, and his hands wandering under her clothes, and just feeling what those touches brought along… it was so strange. Not to mention that in her dreams, his touches, kisses and looks, they were all gentle, sweet and full of love. The ones she felt right now were harsh, almost brutal, and in no way loving. The only feeling in those kisses, it was lust, and only that. Just lust. Nothing more. And it dawned to her that the way things were going, there wasn't going to be any lovemaking. There was going to be sex, and not any kind of sex. Sex which one uses the other. Sex with no feelings. Sex to satisfy urges that'd been repressed.

And under normal circumstances, Sakura would have pulled back, slapped him and ran away. She would have refused to give in to such disgusting acts. But this was in no way under normal circumstances. Sakura had waited for far too long for something like this to happen—for her to feel close to him in whatever way it could be. And if it would be to give up her virginity to him, and to let her use him, just so she could feel like he belonged to her for once, and that she could be his, just for a moment… then fuck it. She would do it. And she is.

It seemed almost unreal to her, that everything was happening like this. That Sasuke was there, and he wanted her, needed her. That he was kissing her. But she pushed all of the unneeded details away, and sighed into the rough kiss before she ran a hand through his hair, holding back the urge to smile when he groaned softly. A small gasp passed her lips when he tore his lips away from her mouth, only to attack her neck with kisses and bites. His hand dropped to the waistband, and he fumbled with the zipper of her skirt for a while, before finally getting irritated and growling against her skin. "Sakura, get rid of this or I'll rip it off you."

Sakura, who had just realized she was already shirtless, hesitated before she complied and unzipped her skirt, tensing a little as he slipped it off and threw it somewhere. She was a little uncomfortable at first, but when his hand gripped her thigh and that his tongue licked her neck, she could not help shivering in pleasure. "Sasuke-kun…" she breathed, arching her back against him. And as he went back to ravishing her lips, Sakura felt something wet hit her cheek. She did not seem to mind it, but instead continued to kiss back the man who owned her heart, although the wet substance fell again, on her arm this time, and then her leg, and then her nose. It was then that she realized it was starting to rain, and pretty hard at that.

Sasuke, although, didn't bother to stop what they were doing. Rain, pouring or drizzling, he just didn't seem to mind. However, Sakura had long forgotten about the rain when his touches became more fervent, hot, frenzied. He kissed her harder, and moved to remove his shirt in a gesture that was far too quick and eager. His sword and belt was thrown away, somewhere else where Sakura could not know because she was too absorbed into this.

There were no words to describe how wonderful it felt to feel his hands exploring her body, stroking, gripping and feeling her smooth skin. Never before had Sakura allowed anyone to touch her like this—no one. She had waited for him, waited for Sasuke. She wanted to give him everything, even if it meant that he'd consider this as a onetime thing. She returned the favor by running her hands over him as well, feeling his strong muscles and grownup body. She could almost feel him smirk against her mouth when she shuddered under his touch, soft moans and gasps escaping between a brash kiss.

Feeling he'd suddenly had enough with simply making out, Sasuke dove in for the next move, and almost had the urge to chuckle as how she jumped upon feeling his hand drop down to her underwear. She stiffened against him, her breathing breaking into a harsher patter as he lightly grazed just above the elastic band. The move was light, its purpose being to make the woman under him be aware of what would happen next. He knew it would drive her crazy to simply think about it.

"Sasuke…" she whispered against his mouth, her stiff form relaxing again before she pulled herself closer to him and broke their heated lip lock to put hot and needy open mouthed kisses on his skin. She knew Sasuke was enjoying such actions, as the way his hands tightened on her body and the way he gripped her pink locks harshly just gave it away.

"Fuck, I can't take this anymore," he growled against her ear, smirking lightly for a moment as she moaned in reply, before he gripped her tightly by the waist and brought her up against a tree. It was only then that she took in how he looked. And he was beautiful, that much was true. His hair was soaked, sticking to his skin with a few locks flying in random directions. He was half naked, with the rain running down his muscular chest, and those arms… Kami, he'd grown up so much. To her surprise, Sasuke seemed to take in her form as well, his eyes glinting with hunger and raw lust. It was almost scary to see him looking this way at her.

But all of this was forgotten when he leaned in, clashed his mouth to hers while burying a hand in her hair. The other was down at her hip, the hold tight and almost bruising, but it did not take long before he released her to hook his fingers with the edge of her panties. The young medic moaned against his mouth before she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back with the same brute force. One of her hands unhooked from his neck after a while, to drop down at his waistband, where she surprised him by diving into them to catch his stiff length. Not expecting her to be so bold, the action caused him to groan loudly on her lips, a heavy pant escaping them as she squeezed the head of him.

And when he opened his eyes again, Sharingan was activated, and then suddenly, he didn't look a bit like the Sasuke she used to know. His eyes, they were dark, almost evil, and contained a wicked kind of lust that scared her. His lips were forming a sinister smirk which was almost cruel. And the next thing she knew, he'd pushed down her panties and his pants before burying himself inside of her with one brutal thrust that tore a scream of pain from her throat. He didn't seem to have heard, although, or maybe he just didn't care, because Sasuke did not even stop moving to let her accustom herself. Instead, he pulled back and thrust back in, just as hard, and another heavy pant passed his lips. He rammed into her continuously, seemingly unaware (or ignoring) of her cries and tears, groaning and panting at the pleasure overwhelming him. Pleasure he'd never felt with any other woman before.

Sakura was in so much pain she could not stop sobbing. She thought that Sasuke would have been considerate enough to wait, but it seemed that she was just a doll to him that he could use. She wished that she had never given in, never let him go this far. She wished to take it all back. It hurt her so much, not only physically, but emotionally. Her heart was breaking every time she realized just how much of a monster he had become. He was not the Sasuke-kun she knew. He was a cruel man engulfed by darkness.

She heard him curse loudly under his breath before he rocked harder, faster. His eyes were shut tight, features on his face contorted in what almost seemed like he was in pain, although Sakura knew was it was just overpowering pleasure. And then he did something that changed everything—changed her way of thinking. Sasuke had somehow managed to pull her higher up on the tree, and had angled her hips in a way that she received him better, and it actually felt good. She panted in his ear, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck when he growled violently against her ear. She didn't even think it was possible for him to go faster, but he did, and his hard slams were how jackhammers. Moans started to fall from her lips, and she murmured his name over and over again, moving her hips to try and meet his thrusts. In response, Sasuke kissed her mouth, tangling his tongue with hers before pushing himself to his very limit to fuck her harder.

He felt his climax near closer and closer with every thrust, and he held on to the girl while slamming into her violently, grunts, growls, pants and moans tearing out of his throat when he was close to the edge. "J-Just… ah… Sasuke-kun… just a… a bit… long..er..." she panted in his ear, a keen moan following her words. But it was too much for Sasuke, he couldn't handle anymore of this. "…can't…" he rasped out before slamming into her one last time, a loud and almost angry moan falling from his lips when he tensed and climaxed into her.

What happened next was almost unbelievable. She had expected him to pull away immediately and to throw on his clothes in a manner that would scream to her 'thanks for letting me use your body, but it didn't mean anything' and then he'd just disappear but… he hadn't done that. Instead, she felt his arms wrap around her so tight she couldn't even breathe properly, and he dropped his head in the crook of her neck while trying to catch his breath. Not really knowing how to react, Sakura simply buried a hand in his hair, and she stroked him softly, while her free arm wrapped itself around his back.

"...I didn't make you come," she heard him quietly say, his breathing still slightly off. The words made the young woman smile lightly, but then she shook her head. "Don't worry about it." He tensed after she said so, and she could not understand why, but as he pulled back sharply and pressed his hands on her shoulders hard, he gave her a furious glare and said, "I fucked you! I violated you, Sakura! You never even gave me your consent, but I fucked you to satisfy my fucking needs!" he was infuriated, and his grip tightened so much that she could not help but to wince. "But this was not rape, you wanted it too… I know you did… yet I couldn't get to satisfy you! I couldn't— " but his yelling was interrupted by Sakura herself. She pushed herself against him and slashed her lips over his while cradling his head between her hands.

They kissed for a while, Sasuke slacking out his frustration and anger about himself, while Sakura kissed him to show him she still loved him after all of this. And as they had to separate, Sakura found herself murmuring, "it doesn't matter, Sasuke-kun. There's always a second time, isn't it? You can always try again."

And then she'd bring him in another kiss, and this time, he was careful as not to hurt her. He pulled them both to the ground and took the time to make her wet and ready for him, before once again, he pushed himself inside of her. He was not gentle, was not slow, but he was not brutal or selfish either. His thrusts were hard and fast, but they did not hurt her. They did not fuck, did not use each other, no, they made love.

And when it was all over, he had succeeded in satisfying the both of them, and it was still raining, but now the pouring rain had died down to a soft drizzle. She lay under him, panting, but he caught the look of joy in her eyes. Sasuke did not know why he did not feel like running away, or leaving her. Why he did not feel like this was a onetime thing. He did not know why he wanted to stay and let her drown him with her love. He did not know why he wanted to be with her.

She caressed his cheek as he gazed down at her, and as she tugged lightly at the back of his neck with her free hand, he obeyed and pressed himself down on her, his eyes softening as she held him to her, as if wanting to get to feel his presence a little while longer. "I'm not going anywhere," he finally said, his voice so quiet she almost didn't hear him. She tensed, and her eyes widened, but when she turned her head to look at him, he pressed his mouth to hers lightly—a hesitant but gentle kiss.

When he pulled back, she gaped and stared at him like a shocked fish, the shock on her face plastered there, even as he rolled off of her. She turned on her side, closing her mouth, but gave him a look of pure surprise and confusion. "You don't mean that you…" she started, but was cut off when Sasuke reached out and gently touched her hair.

Silence.

And then…

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"Yeah. I'm coming home."

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As we grow older together,

As we continue to change with age,

There is one thing that will never change. . .

I will always keep falling in love with you.

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There are much darker naughty scenarios that could take place, and no doubt, some of these scenarios are hotter, naughtier, and makes you grin like a pervert, but still... something about this is just hot, if you ignore the sweet ending.

I doubt any of this could happen, but what kind of SasuSaku fan doesn't enjoy reading impossible scenarios full of hot smexy action?

A crazy one that doesn't know what he or she is missing, that's what.

…which we're so not, right?

Sorry again for the late update. I've tried different scenarios, but this one worked with me the best. and of course, I had to give them their happy ending.

Anyway, I'm off to watch a movie!

Please leave a review, my loves, telling me what you thought, and your vote for the next chapter!

1- The Special Smile (that Sakura gives him)

2- The Completion (the way they complete each other)

3- The OOC-ness

4- The Matchmaker (Kakashi playing matchmaker. need I say more?)

Want none of these? Suggest your own. :)

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