Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. I'll let you know when I do, if the alert is necessary. You would be able to tell the difference, because Itachi would magically be alive again, and Sakura would miraculously fall in love with him, because he's just too hot for his own good.
A/N: Since she was the first to answer correctly in my little contest, this EVIL one-shot is dedicated to (drumroll please) Kifudancer! I hope this was worth the wait. :D
Hello, she had said, with that impersonal, professional smile she had undoubtedly learned from her sensei at some point. She had bowed respectfully, apologizing for the trouble, then gone about the duties of her job as a medic. He had paid her very little attention, and shifted in a futile attempt to find a more comfortable position in the stiff hospital bed.
His cousin, Shisui, had stood nearby, snickering to himself because he had managed to put him in a hospital bed after an especially excruciating brawl between friends. He was annoyed enough as it was, but seriously, his cousin was not making the situation much better. Of course, if Shisui wanted to get himself killed, far be it from him to stop the fool.
Of course, when the little medic had briefly mentioned the need for him to be bathed, Shisui's sniggering turned into hoots of perverse laugher. The medic rolled her eyes smacking his cousin with familiarity. She had calmly told him to stop making stupid assumptions about medic-patient relationships, or he would be put into the room next to his.
Much to his surprise, his impossibly infuriating cousin was hushed at her threat, and silently allowed him to be taken from the room, leaning on her slight form for support as they went through the hospital hallway. She said nothing, and did not bother to even look in his direction. He had not really cared all that much either way, and found it somewhat reassuring that not all females were obsessive over him. Perhaps there was some hope left for them, if there were more like this medic.
I am sorry for the inconvenience, she had murmured quietly, leading him into a bathing room, with its large tub and adjacent steam room. Whatever dignity he had once had, she had quickly stripped from him, tugging off his hospital garb and leaving him utterly naked with no shame. If he had been a lesser man, he would probably have been embarrassed by this, or would have tried to cover himself, but he knew it was nothing personal, and she was just completing her duties before she moved on to the next patient.
The little medic had assisted him as he eased into the hot water, not giving him a second glance, which was another thing he was thankful for. If she had been any other medic, surely she would have gaped at his nude form for five minutes before doing anything useful. Even then, the word useful probably was not quite right. Who knew what sorts of harassment he would have had to endured.
He relaxed into the steaming bath water, sighing as he reclined in the tub. It had been such a long time, it felt, since he had last unwound, considering his hectic schedule as ANBU captain of team one. Fatigue was much more in play than Shisui was, when it came down to how he had been injured enough to be emitted to Konoha Hospital. Whatever the case, it hardly mattered anymore, because he was there, and was not going to be discharged until this medic deemed him ready.
Even when she wet his hair, and poured some sort of unusual, mint and rosemary shampoo, he did not say his word, letting the quiet, disinterested female scrub her blunt, clean-cut nails into his scalp. He had no doubt he was the first male she had seen naked, but he could not help feeling someone awkward about it. Still, he could not force himself to clean himself on his own. It felt strangely nice to be pampered, and it was rare when such an opportunity.
The part where she had dried him off had been rather unpleasant for him, but she remained unperturbed, running the towel over him before pulling a new garb over his head. And that was that. She led him back to his room, put him back in bed, and muttered something about being back before her shift ended to administer more anesthetics. Healing broken ribs was no walk in the park, after all.
That was seven months ago. He had almost forgotten the little medic, until they crossed paths again, this time in the ever-busy market place, where they had literally bumped into each other. She had been deep in thought, and he had not been paying enough attention to notice the small kunoichi until her face was pressed into his chest. Turbulent, jade eyes had stared up in surprise, much more stunning than he had remembered. That disturbed expression quickly disappeared, however, masked by the same respectfully blank facade she had shown him at the hospital.
"Forgive me, Uchiha-san." She bowed with perfect reserve. Why it irked him so much, he had no idea. Still, he respectfully answered her apology with his own.
"No, the fault is mine, Haruno-san." He murmured in his lithe tenor, bowing as she had a moment before. She gave him another one of those professional smiles, as it was to be expected, before continuing on her way, as if she had not just showed the pained, bothered expression in her eyes to him but seconds ago. Astounded, he watched as she walked away, oblivious to his unwanted attentions. He must have stood there for too long though, because just as always, Shisui managed to find him.
His cousin stood next to him, following his quiet gaze until it landed on the pink-haired woman. He chucked to himself, as if it were some inside joke that only he could understand, before he asked, "Are you interested in Sakura, Itachi-chan?"
The answer was immediate, and an utter lie. "Absolutely not."
Admittedly, Itachi was a curious man, and she seemed to have sparked his interest, like no woman had before. He had the impression, however, that this was because she was so clearly uninterested, and therefor, untouchable. Not that he was going to tell his loudmouth cousin such a thing, unless he wanted this sudden fascination to be exploited. Predictably enough, he pivoted on his feet, and walked in the exact opposite direction of where the kunoichi was walking. Shisui did not buy his bluff so easily, but he would let it go, at least for the present.
Shisui followed after his cousin, scheming as usual. Itachi decided, just for once, to allow it, because the results to Shisui's interference, undoubtedly, would be useful for his personal interests.
He should not have been doing this, Itachi realized belatedly. As a seasoned shinobi, he was perfectly capable of shadowing a woman, even one of Haruno's rank. Yet, the temptation had become too much, after their short meeting in the market place. He had realized in an instant that he wanted her, as strange as it was, and Itachi was not the sort of man who let something that he desired to escape from his grasp.
So, he had started to stalk her, as Shisui would have said, more to learn about her than anything else. She spent much of her time in the hospital, like most medic-nin did, unless they were requested for their assistance on the field, which with a reputation like hers, happened more often than he had expected. Occasionally, she would meet with the Uzumaki-kid, and strangely enough, his younger brother for ramen at Ichiraku. It was then that he recalled how she had seemed familiar to begin with; Haruno Sakura had been on Sasuke's genin team, until they had split for more specified training.
It was understandable that the old team would get back together for lunch when they had no other engagements, and it made her more interesting. That was not until he had seen her after a particularly frustrating day at the hospital, and she had needed some way to vent. Her anger had amused him to an extent, until he had seen her flatten an acre of trees with her bare fists. This Haruno girl had bite. Itachi could not help liking that.
Now, though, he had taking his spying a step to far. And he could hardly leave now that he had seen her like that.
He had been on his way home from ANBU headquarters at a rather late time, and as always, he had gone the route the went right past her bedroom window. Most of the time, she would be sitting at her desk, writing a report about a patient she had gotten recently, or she would be curled up on her bed in a pair of sweats, reading either a medical scroll or one of her silly, romance novels.
Usually, at this time, he would have already gotten back to the Uchiha compound to sit down to dinner with his family. Paperwork had kept him at headquarters for longer, though, and tonight, he had just started to pass her apartment as she got out of the bath. Ordinarily, he would gaze into her bedroom for a moment, observe what she was doing, then go home to his mother's cooking. Tonight, however, Itachi knew he was not going to be leaving anytime soon.
She had been upset about something before exiting the bathroom, or maybe she had simply felt lonely. Whatever the case, when she had entered her room, the towel that had been around her body had fallen to the carpet, forgotten immediately. He had stared at her bare form for a good minute before blinking. She was slender to an extreme, her curves both delicate and feminine. After gazing at her breasts, he could not stop from his eyes drifting downward to a small patch of curly, dark hair.
Itachi was not sure why his breathing became more difficult, but he ignored that as she threw herself on the neatly made bed, her moist hair spreading across her pillow and her bountiful bosoms moving about lively before she settled on the white comforter. He watched on in stunned amazement as the same hands she had used to scrub his body gracefully slipped down hers, long, willowy legs parting as those hands reached between...
He gulped, knowing he should leave, that he should not witness her doing such things in the privacy of her bedroom. It was none of his business, and even though it was her fault for leaving the window open for the world to see, he should have had the sense to go. She slowly slid two fingers, her pointer and middle, into her glistening core, moaning softly to herself as she did so. Not wanting to let the opportunity pass, and wanting to review this in the seclusion of his own room for further enjoyment, his Sharingan flared into life, memorizing every propulsion of her fingers.
Gasping for air, she added a third finger, stretching her core and panting in her pleasure. For a long while, as he secretly observed her touch herself, the urge to barge into her room and take her before it drove him mad grew hard to ignore...and speaking of something hard, his pants were becoming uncomfortably tight. He could not stay longer without reaching a point of insanity, or jacking off to the sound of her moans. He had to go.
Whether he was relieved or not, he was not yet sure, but she reached her climax, letting out a muffled cry, before laying on the bed, catching her breath. A shaky sigh slipped past his lips as he closed his eyes, having seen enough. Without her even knowing he had witnessed the entire event, he continued home, no longer hungry, but in dire need of relieving himself. He felt pathetic, that he could not control his hormones to not be so affected by seeing Haruno finger herself, and that he had to resort to masturbation to find some sort of alleviation.
This was not the only time he had occurred such a thing. As wonderful as it was to relive the scene of Sakura naked, her legs stretched outright as her fingers pumped in and out of her weeping center through his Sharingan, it was nothing compared to seeing it as she gasped in pleasure, him hiding on the outside of her apartment window. Though his parents certainly questioned his actions, he started coming home later from the ANBU headquarters, when he was not on a mission.
Often enough to satisfy him, he stopped by her small flat to watch, until eventually he could not help himself. It became impossible to wait until reaching home, and he would secretly join her, hardly caring for dignity when she was tempting him to the point of relenting. Still, it was a pale comparison to what he wanted to do to Haruno. He wanted so badly to feel her squirm beneath him in pleasure as he, plainly put, fucked her into the ground.
It was a miracle that no one had found out that he jerked off outside her apartment as she was busy fingering herself. Sometimes, however, Shisui would give him a strange, knowing look, as if he knew what he did in secret. Neither said a word, and though the knowledge did not feel private any longer, it remained below the surface.
At this point, it had been an entire year since his meeting Haruno Sakura, and he was twenty-five years old.
Sakura stood under her shower, a steady stream of hot water running down her head and back, warming her after a long day at the hospital. The days seemed to be getting longer, the hours and minutes and seconds ticking by at an impossibly slow rate, and she knew she had to do something about it. Her life was inexplicably boring, and every day was feeling just like the last. It clearly meant she needed to make a sort of change.
Advice from Ino was usually not something she trusted, since most of the time it meant getting drunk, then nursing a horrible hangover the next day, but in this case, her blond friend might be right, for once. She had gone to her kunoichi friend, and the answer to her problems had been spit back at her so quickly she had not even had the chance to explain exactly what was wrong.
Forehead, you need a man, she had said, not moments after Sakura had stepped into the familiar flower shop Ino still worked in nearly everyday. Sakura had been flustered by this observation, but they both knew she was right, that she did need a man in her life. Perhaps it could change that empty feeling she felt whenever she came home at night.
Finally, after the typical pestering it normally got to get her to go out, Sakura had relented. If Ino seriously thought she could find her a man at a bar, then so be it. She would give it a shot. Of course, when Ino's marvelous plan failed miserably, Sakura would get the honor to rub that in her face. Then she would go back to living life in the dull way she had learned from her shishou. Go the hospital. Work for ten hours. Go home. Get drunk.
That sounded about right. Well, maybe something new in this repetitive, lonely equation would help, if she found someone worth while. Which meant practically every male she knew was out of the question.
Sighing tiredly, she shut off the shower head and nimbly stepped from her tub, grabbing a towel to help fend from the cold that assaulted her clean, wet body. She was in no mood to go out drinking just to appease Ino and her constant need to make sure everyone found their happily-ever-after, even though she was still single and jumping from bed to bed every night. Drying off lazily, she slung the wet towel over her shoulders and strutted into the bedroom to find something appropriate to wear.
In the end, it was a simple pair of black jeans matching with an off-white cardigan sweater. Ino would complain that she was not showing enough skin to get anyone worth their weight in salt, but it was winter, and she was prone to getting cold. Besides, it left much more to the imagination, and she did not want the guys who started hitting on her to be staring down her shirt the entire evening, no matter how much Ino seemed to enjoy such attentions.
Putting on some slight makeup to accentuate her green eyes, and slipping into a pair of blood-red stilettos that were to die for (literally), Sakura walked from her small unit, prepared to conquer the world, and not return home until she had throughly savored the evening, even if it meant making a complete fool of herself.
The Red Fist was the most popular bar in Konoha, not because of its location, certainly, because it was built on the opposite side of the cosmopolitan area people tended to flock during the daytime, but because of its amazing atmosphere. Sakura did not go there often, but that was more because of the fact she got completely wasted every time she dropped in. This would be her seventh visit, and she was somewhat excited, despite her frustration with Ino.
The blond kunoichi was already sitting down on a stool, men surrounding her while she gleamed with enthusiasm. Men always loved girls like Ino, which, while annoying, Sakura could understand. She was pretty, to be sure, and like most of them, was out there only for the next great fuck. Of course, Sakura could never blame her friend for this, nor would she dare say it aloud, but it was not something Ino ever really bothered to hide.
She gracefully took the seat next to her friend, subtly giving the unworthy men a look that said they were not welcome. They ran for the hills, as to be expected, considering her fearsome reputation as the Hokage's apprentice. Smiling victoriously to Ino, she ordered a beer, not even bothering to look in the direction of the barman. Her order was gotten to her quickly, and she proudly drank it, too oblivious to notice the Uchiha heir sitting two stools away from her.
Itachi had looked up at the sound of her voice, stunned to hear it in such a place. He watched as she drank the beer, setting the glass back down on the counter empty. It was obvious she had come to the bar for the same reason he had, to get drunk. In normal circumstances, Itachi was not the sort of man to partake in alcohol to the point of losing his sobriety, but this was hardly a normal situation.
He had fallen in love with a woman he had only spoken to twice in his entire life. And of course, the gods were spiting him, sending the very woman who tormented his every thought to the bar he had come to find some peace of mind. He growled to himself silently, very tempted to leave, and find another bar to wallow in for the next three hours. Now that she was there, though, he could hardly leave, at least not without saying something to her.
She seemed content in drinking herself into oblivion with her Yamanaka friend, and it felt inappropriate to interrupt their laughter-filled bantering. So, he watched them for the next hour, following their example by steadily drinking himself into a state of intoxication. Even a man with his control had their limits, and he was quick to reach his, after five bottles of sake in the same hour.
Likewise, Sakura appeared to be happily plastered, giggling all over the place as she and her friend pointed different males of interest in the bar. He was still competent enough to hear his name, or rather, that fucking sexy Uchiha brooding over there, as someone worth their attention by the far gone Ino.
Much to his entertainment, Sakura had gone a lovely, bright red at this comment, and waved him off as a patient. This Yamanaka, however, seemed to think otherwise.
"He's the one!" She had shrieked, pulling Sakura up from her chair and pushing her in his direction. "He's the only one that's made you blush, so go get him!" She continued loudly, so every habitant of the bar could hear. Not that it really matter either way. At this point in the evening, no one cared much about anything anymore.
The way she approached him reminded him of what a liquid would look like if it took human form, she seemed to slosh over to him in her drunk stupor, having to use the chairs as support. Unable to help it, he smirked in such a way that invited her to join him. She was even redder in the face than before, much to his amusement.
Sakura looked at the Uchiha male, wondering what sort of punishment Sasuke would give her for what she was about to do. It was stupid, even to her drunk mind, but for reasons she could not herself understand, she just wanted to let loose. Why, with Uchiha Itachi, she had no idea, but some instinct inside told her that he would be a desirable man to have around, despite his usual, cold demeanor.
"You know, you're pretty hot," she commented casually. "I would do you."
Itachi's smirk widened at the very suggestion. Even if she was drunk, she was still a kunoichi, and she was no fool. She knew what she was getting herself into. "Is that so?" Itachi asked back thoughtfully, observing as she nodded giddily, sitting herself down at the chair to his left.
"Yup. Sasuke would kill me if he knew what I'm considering doing to you." She grinned devilishly, leaning into him slightly. She continued in saying, "Hell, if I were sober, I would probably be scared to even talk to you. So, you're lucky I found you while I'm drunk. You're in good hands, Uchiha."
The mere mention of her hands made his insides squirm with delight. "Good hands, you say? Now, why is that?" He asked smoothly, turning on his stool to face her fully. Sakura could not help turning even more red at his sultry tone, as if he knew something that he should not have. His dark eyes seemed to dance with pure anticipation at her words, making that familiar warmth pool in her lower stomach.
"I'm willing to experiment, if that's what you're asking." She whispered back, her breath heavy and bitter to his nose from the alcohol she had been drinking. She was close, closer than any woman had been before, besides those irrationally obsessive fangirls that always seemed to follow him around. A sweet scent of peaches, white jasmine and cherry blossoms clouded his mind, making the room spin around him.
He took advantage of their proximity, leaning in closer to her ear, gently moving bubblegum hair from her long neck. "You know, Haruno, there are things I know about you that might surprise you." He purred, before slowly gliding his nose along her jawline. To Ino, who, though intoxicated, was watching the duo closely for the sake of her friend, this motion seemed to give away the Uchiha's intentions, even if Sakura did not realize it at first.
"My name is Sakura," she started softly, hands somehow finding themselves clutching his shirt. "What is it that you know about me, Uchiha?" She questioned, clearly dazed. He chuckled, the sound reverberating through his chest, his tone velvety and dark, like chocolate running down her throat. The very sound of it made her want to creep closer, to ease herself into his lap and be engulfed with his spicy, scent of peppermint, rainwater and pine, to feel his warm body surround her.
"Very well, then I am Itachi." His voice was calm and collected as he muttered quietly, "And for the other matter, I know that you finger yourself."
Sakura's breath caught in her throat. She should have been embarrassed, she should have been interrogating the Uchiha male to understand what he had been doing, watching her in such a private moment, but she could not. He was very much an alpha male, just by the way he spoke to her, the way he managed to suck her into a vortex of pleased confusion, when he had not even kissed her yet. So, she waited to hear what else he had to say.
"I've been interested in you, Sakura," he started, practically purring. She shuddered at his voice, despite herself. "I was curious, after you had treated me so indifferently as your patient, so unlike every other damnable woman in this village. I started to watch you, to understand you better, until one night..." His statement was left hanging, her breath bated. She wanted to hear more, to know exactly what it was that the Uchiha heir had seen her doing, but it was not hard to guess.
"Why didn't you do something?" She inquired, sounding almost disappointed.
His reply came in a sharp hiss. "Do you have any idea how much I've tortured myself over you, Sakura? I wanted so badly to break into your room, to make you scream as I pounded you through the ground, all because I saw this pretty little hand," he grabbed one of her hands, lifting it to his face, "pleasure you again and again. Do you even know what I've been doing outside of your apartment, as I've watched and listened to you touch yourself?"
She completely blanked. Sakura knew she should have been upset over this, but the harsh sound of his voice made her stomach curl with want. "No," she answered carefully, though she had a feeling she already knew what he was going to say.
"While you gasped for air, playing with yourself on that bed of yours, I was jacking off, unable to wait until I even got home to get some relief." His breath was hot against her skin, and she knew she was much more wasted than she had thought, if this did not bother her. It should have sickened her, that Itachi had been invading her privacy on a regular basis, and even pleasuring himself as if she were a pornographic film.
Suddenly, and much to quickly, considering how much the room was spinning as it was, Sakura found that he had dragged her across his lap, and brought her into his chest. "Now, if I knew I would get to you by dropping into a bar with every intention of getting wasted, I would have done this months ago. But I'm tired of waiting."
With a smooth, possessive swoop, he had properly claimed her lips with his. The flavor of sake on his tongue made her wonder if what she had been told was true, but she doubted the clan heir would ever lie. If he simply wanted a good fuck, he could have easily gone to the millions of other girls who spent their every waking minute fawning over him. To top that, Ino had said she needed a man in her life, and Uchiha Itachi was very much a man.
Ino watched on, wondering if she should rescue her friend, who was currently being kissed silly by Itachi. Clearly, though with the smothering hold he had on her, Sakura was not going to be rescued, even if she bothered to help. Though this had been her plan since bringing Sakura to The Red Fist, she had not believed it possible that it would follow through so seamlessly. Besides, if she saved her preoccupied friend, that would mean losing the wonderful opportunity to rub the fact she was wrong in her face later.
She observed with amusement as Itachi lifted Sakura into his arms, throwing some money on the counter, before blindly walking out of the bar. It was obvious they were up for an interesting night, that much she was certain.
One moment, she had been straddling him in The Red Fist, and the next, she found herself back home, half stripped, with an Uchiha Itachi in a similar state of undress hovering over her. He did not give her very long to contemplate over their whereabouts, however, before he ripped whatever had been left of her cardigan from her body, her jeans somewhere abandoned on the floor.
It astounded her, how quickly they had progressed to this, and it somewhat scared her that she could do such things with a person she hardly knew, but considering the way he kept pressing his mouth to hers, she could not help responding in equal fervor. Strangely enough, she soon found herself tearing the pair of standardized shinobi pants that had been hanging on his narrow hips from his body.
He smirked in such a way that made her flush, his Sharingan eyes hazing over with lust.
When he turned them on, she was not sure, but staring up into their crimson depths, she did not mind at all. He was an impatient man, though, and did not admire her further before stripping off her underwear as well.
His voice was clear and undeniable when he demanded, "Touch yourself; for me this time, rather than just yourself." The sound of his tone seemed to imply she had been selfish earlier, to masturbate for her own enjoyment, rather than his. Whatever the case, she could never say no, to a man like him.
Letting out a shaky sigh as he eased himself off her, her hands, that had been somewhere around her head, slowly drifted downwards. She steadily reached her heaving breasts, cupping the twin mounds and massaged them, moaning softly as she did so. Unconsciously, he licked his lips, studying her silently as the small hands continued their journey downward, covering her flat stomach before reaching that thatch of dark hair that covered her womanhood.
She was already wet, and they could both smell the distinct scent of her arousal. Of course, she did not realize how turned on she really was until she slipped her pointer finger into her core. The strangled gasp that tore through her bruising, pink lips sounded loudly through the room. He watched on as she panted, adding her middle finger as she continued pumping, his own attentions causing her to moan even louder when his sinful lips latching onto a perked breast.
Sakura was fast to find her climax, and when that had happened, her wail of pleasure sent a jolt of electricity through his entire body. He would hear that lovely sound again by the night's end, more than several times. She looked up at him expectantly, gleaming with a sense of feminine pride. He realized why this was a second later, when he heard his own breath, heavy with strain and desperation like hers.
Sooner than he expected her to, Itachi was pulled downwards by an enthusiastic Sakura, who was more than ready for him. Sharingan spinning lazily, he gazed down at her smugly as her hands traced the edges to his grey boxers in a teasing manner. Slender fingers curled around the elastic, tugging them down gently. This time, it was his turn to smirk with masculine pride as she ogled his erect form. Shining, jade eyes flickered up to his, as if to ask what to do next.
Remembering how she had said in the bar that she was willing to experiment, he quietly ordered, "Get on your hands and knees, Sakura. I'm going to take you like a bitch in heat."
Much to his satisfaction, she obeyed with very little resistance, her bottom in the air and breasts dangling as her back arched, he rested either hand on her hips. He pressed his tip to her nether lips, listening to her as she egged him to go forward. She let out a choked gasp as he smoothly thrust in, her tight channel sucking him in and keeping him there.
He grunted softly, going backwards before thrusting back in again, nearly being blinded by the pleasure of burring himself deep within her folds of hot, moist flesh. She struggled to adjust to his girth, stifling her whimpering when she moved in a way that did not please her. Eventually, though, a proper rhythm was found, and cliche as it seemed, their joining felt miraculous, as if by magic.
Though far from being clear-headed, Sakura had never felt so wonderful while having sex, and Itachi was quite honestly, the last person she had expected to land herself in bed with. He was amazing, to be sure, and though domineering, she enjoyed his control over her every second, because she felt as if...as if maybe she did not need to protect herself from anything with Itachi. He was a strong, capable male, able to keep her safe from harm, and exactly what she needed in a mate.
She could tell already, from past experience, that Itachi was different. This was not going to be a one-night stand, she decided in her drunken stupor, even if that was what he intended. She was not the sort to sleep around, but when she did crawl into bed with a male, the relationship lasted for a while. Considering the possessive, demanding sort of male Itachi was, Sakura doubted he would let her go anyway, even if she wanted to.
Itachi could not believe how beautifully responsive his little lover was. Every plunge into her core had her crying for more, every squeeze of her hips, and his name escaped through her lips listlessly. It was unbelievably wonderful, and he could not get enough of her. He would not be satisfied, not even if he made love to her the entire night. He would always need more of her.
He was quick to decide, though these thoughts had been circling his mind for quite some time as it was, that she would be his. Officially. He did not care what that meant, but no other man would ever see her back arched like hers was then, not if he was still alive. Sakura would belong to him, and the rest of the world would know it too. He was the only one who was allowed to drive into her so deeply that neither of them could breath for the pleasure it gave.
Like every good thing, however, her limit was not indefinite. Itachi could tell she was reaching her climax again, her screams turning more shrill than before. She could feel him grow almost frantic, thrusting in deeper, faster and harder than even before, until she could not even think straight, if she dared try. A final wail, and she reached her orgasm, her core contracting around his thick length.
He continued to search for his own release, relentlessly assaulting her slack form until he, too, found that blinding pleasure. With a guttural growl, he released within her, before laying beside her, covered in sweat and panting for air. He turned to his resting lover, before moving pink strands of hair from her moist face.
Regaining his composure, he murmured, "You do realize I'm far from being finished, right?"
Sakura was confused to wake in her bed, not a scrap of clothing on her body. Bewildered to say the least, she tried to shift, before she felt an unexpected twang of pain between her legs. At first startled, she turned to find her lover still asleep, his long, raven hair covering defined shoulders. Suddenly, her head seemed to explode, the after affects of her drinking clearly present.
Memories of her night spent with Uchiha Itachi flashed through her mind, much to her horror. They had tried nearly every position imaginable, and she was sure he still had something up his sleeve, if they had not completely run out of gas. Then, she concernedly asked herself, did they use any sort of contraception?
She shot up in bed, realizing that Itachi, who apparently was not a genius after all, had not used a condom the entire night. To make matters worse, he stirred at this sudden movement, his eyes cracking open and immediately looking up at her. She was quick to understand why; Sakura was still completely nude, and he could see every inch her in the early morning sunlight.
Embarrassed, she attempted to cover herself, but to no avail, he tenderly lifted her hands away, before sitting up as well, and sweetly placing kisses to her collar bone and neck. She sighed, relaxing, before his kisses became much more lingering, and she was mewling with delight at his attentions.
Their lips met, and even if she was sober again, she did not feel the urge to stop what was going to become another round of wonderful, mind-blowing sex. She leaned back down on the pillows, Itachi hovering over her greedily, as if he meant to take up the entirety of her day as well. Not that she was objecting. Their bodies seemed to fit together perfectly, like two pieces of a puzzle, and it was her day off.
Actually, it was not, she recalled, just in time for her doorbell to ring. She did not need to go to the door to know who it was that had decided to drop by. Why the hell had she agreed to meet with Naruto and Sasuke for an early morning spar after a night she knew she was going to spend at The Red Fist? This was going to go very sour, very fast.
Reluctantly, she pressed her hands into his nicely developed chest, before sitting up again. Frowning, he glared in the direction of the ringing bell, as if that would make it somehow burst into flames. Sighing, she got up, snatched her lavender robe, and made her way to the two idiotic males outside her small flat. Scowling, she opened the door to see an over-excited Naruto on the other side, Sasuke standing near him.
"Ino dragged me to a bar last night, okay? I'm sorry I forgot that I was going to meet you guys this morning." She grumbled, clearly put out. Sasuke looked at her, his eyebrow lifted in bemusement, before the last person he could have expected to appear behind his pink-haired teammate.
"Sakura, you are such a dirty liar. Why don't you tell them what really happened, since you only spent an hour in that bar."
Sakura turned a bright, vivid crimson. She whipped her head around to see none other than Itachi, standing there with her sheet just barely hanging around his narrow hips. Her flushed face darkened further at this realization. "You couldn't have put on your clothes? Now I have nothing on my bed."
Itachi smirked in amusement, clearly having the upper hand. "It needed to be changed anyway, after last night. Besides, it will take much longer to strip again."
Naruto and Sasuke had been staring at the two lovers in stunned silence, until Itachi turned to them. "I'm afraid Sakura is otherwise engaged. You will have to come back at another time."
Without them even getting the chance to say a word, the door was shut again. They could hear Naruto yelling profanities, and that, "Sakura-chan needed to be saved from Sasuke's evil older brother," but nothing could be heard from Sasuke himself. Apparently, he was wise enough to not bother Itachi, especially when he was so transfixed on something.
"Shut up, dobe." He finally said, turning from the apartment building before Itachi's wrath could be let loose. Naruto, of course, was not so lucky.
A/N: There you go, the next part of EVIL! I'm sorry it took so long to update, but I said it would be like this from the beginning...
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