Chapter 11
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Payback
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Being out on the field earlier than anticipated gave Sakura the much needed stimulation she craved. That being said it didn't mean she hadn't fully finished her training, Itachi had said to her that she would need to continue with her sword training but there was also another major field in ANBU that no one had yet to formally address her about...until today.
She wasn't sure why Kakashi had called her to his office but she had an instant ominous feeling about his impromptu meeting. She raised her gloved hand and pushed down on the handle hearing the door click as it opened to reveal Kakashi's plain office.
"Ah, Sakura, take a seat." He said half raising his hand motioning to the wooden chair before the desk. Sakura did as instructed not comfortable with his dark tone and his general gloomy demeanour.
"Is there something wrong, senpai?" she asked as he finally raised his head to look at her.
"There is a very specific reason as to the secrecy of ANBU, Sakura." he started and she nodded her head waiting on his next statement. "We carryout missions that do not always seem ethical, I'm talking about assassinations." He said his lone eye scanning over her face looking for some sort of fear or anxiety but Sakura remained calm, seeming not the least bit affected at his words.
"I know this already, Kakashi." She said slipping by referring him to as his forename but he didn't seem to care.
"Yes, but knowing about it and actually carrying it out are two different things, Sakura." he told her and she frowned slightly understanding that he was concerned about her. As a medic her duty was to save people, in ANBU however she would have to do the opposite. She would be required to take lives, rather than heal them.
"However, the fact that you are medic-ANBU would mean the chances of you having to carryout assassinations, are minimum but you will still have to be officially trained to do so." He finished on a lighter note.
"So, when does our training start?" asked Sakura reclining back in the chair slightly as Kakashi smirked at her.
"Oh, I won't be the one training you." He said mimicking Sakuras actions as she raised a pink eye-brow to him.
"Then who?"
"Your captain."
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Sakura didn't know whether to be excided or pissed that her lover was going to be training her once again. She found it distracting enough to be in his presence but she surmised the benefits of seeing Itachi more often left her grinning mischievously.
She was thankful that this particular training was quick and seeing as she was already a medic and was well aware of the vital spots on the body, she knew that for Itachi to train her was merely a formality to put down on her file.
She floated about the canteen in headquarters wondering where Itachi was, their bout of sex the night previous was still swarming through her mind leaving a tingling feeling in her stomach. She picked an apple from the stack of fruit laid out and scanned the room again before finally spotting the captain by himself near the far corner.
She had never really interacted with him in front of anyone, save for when was necessary and she found herself unusually nervous approaching him. Itachi had noticed Sakura as soon as she had entered, he watched as she drifted around the room before her eyes landed on him and it was clear she was making a bee line for his table. He was slightly intrigued yet at the same time cautious of her approach.
They had never discussed the dynamics of their 'relationship'; it was essentially unspoken between them that it should remain private. He convinced himself that this was the reason for the stutter in his heart rate when she scraped the chair back in front of him, taking a seat opposite his own.
"Itachi-taichou." She said formally holding back the smirk on her lips as he raised his head to regard the woman.
"Haruno." He said smoothly watching as she bit into the juicy red apple in her hands. She chewed slowly and he watched every movement with rapt attention.
"I was speaking with Kakashi-senpai this morning; it seems I'll be under your fine tutelage once again, captain." She said unable to hold back her grin this time as Itachi raised an eyebrow at her. He vaguely remembered Kakashi telling him he would need to take on a rookie for assassination training; it hadn't occurred to him that it would be Sakura.
"How kind of Kakashi." He said back sarcastically whilst Sakura continued chewing on her apple, Itachi watched her further before he felt something rub along the calf of his leg. He remained impassive however, appearing as if nothing was wrong as Sakura innocently continued her chewing. After a further few seconds her foot rose again as her toes curled over his knee, Itachi narrowed his eyes ever so slightly as Sakura looked up at him.
"Something wrong?" she asked as his dark eyes penetrated her own, it took all her willpower not to smirk. She held his gaze as her foot slowly slid to the top of his thigh, her knee was almost touching the underside of the table as she pushed it further to his groin.
Itachi's thigh twitched and he felt like swearing aloud at his slip in concentration, his own body, the one thing he had so perfectly trained for years betrayed him as Sakura smirked wickedly. It was as if he had outright admitted defeat to her and she revelled in taking advantage of his lack of focus as her toes came dangerously close to his manhood. Before her toes could reach their destination a deep voice behind her caused her leg to jump, banging the table in the process warranting her a sudden glare from Itachi and Shisui to look down at her confused.
"Sorry for scaring you Sakura-chan." He said his eyes slowly moving back and forth between the two at the table. Shisui was carefully watching the pair as he took a seat beside Sakura, Itachi remained completely stoic but there was a definite, no matter how small, edge to Sakura as he settled in his chair. His eyes continued to observe the unlikely pair before Sakura spoke up, breaking the tension.
"I was just asking Itachi-taichou about training," she quickly supplied hoping to dilute Shisui's suspicion, "I'll be heading now, see you tomorrow captain." She said stiffly, rising from her seat hoping that Itachi wouldn't want to throttle her for almost giving away everything they had been keeping a secret these last couple of months.
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Sakura was woken from her peaceful slumber by something hot and wet against her neck. She groaned softly trying to pry open her eyes, wondering what on earth was attacking her. She rolled over and gasped at two dark eyes staring at her. Itachi had so very thoughtfully decided to wake her with his mouth on her neck, leaving a nice little bruise in his wake.
"Tachi? What you here?" she mumbled incoherently and if Itachi were not an Uchiha, forced to conceal emotion, he would have told her how cute she looked, but he didn't.
"Get up, we've got training." He answered instead, kissing her chastely on the lips before yanking the covers off the woman, leaving her shivering in the early morning cold.
"Gimme minute." She mumbled and heard him shout 'now' from her kitchen.
After a brief shower and her awkward attempts to pull on her tight uniform, whilst one eye was still closed, Sakura eventually entered from her bedroom and Itachi raised an eyebrow. He had heard several items in her room knock over and her half lidded eyes, is what prompted him to hand her the cup of coffee in his hands. She smiled gratefully and drank greedily at the steaming liquid; he couldn't help but feel the small tug on his lips as he watched her intently. She looked so calm and natural; it felt like he belonged here with her, like he should be with her every morning she woke up.
Startled by his own thoughts the long haired man shook his head and motioned for Sakura to hurry up as he held her door open. They were walking the streets towards headquarters and Sakura suddenly felt very self-conscious that she was walking with Itachi Uchiha in public like it was perfectly normal. She could sense he felt the same apprehension but he had his cool facade on and she tried her best to seem professional.
But she was failing miserably when she realised she was just a little too close to him for him simply being her captain. Anyone else she knew in ANBU feared the man and for her to so casually walk beside him, her arm brushing his every so often was not what she wanted anyone she knew to pick up on. Yet aside from these reservations she couldn't prevent the flutter in her abdomen telling her she rather liked walking with Itachi next to her. It was something a normal couple would do and once again, her doubts about their secretive relationship surfaced.
She placed a suitable distance between herself and Itachi, he gave her a quick glance from the corner of his eye and they eventually reached HQ. He too felt the way they walked slightly too comfortably together for a pair whom supposedly never interacted but he didn't want her to move away. It annoyed him but he said nothing and had a foreboding feeling something would break soon.
Their training in one of the underground quarters was not overly taxing, due to Sakuras vast knowledge of the human body Itachi did not have to spend any time teaching her the weak points on the body and when to place a senbon for a quick knockout. He was mainly showing her how to wield her katana effectively for a clean cut kill.
On more than one occasion Itachi had brushed his hands along her arm or waist as he 'positioned' her correctly. Sakura knew better and she held back several chuckles as he tried to act so stoic around her. It was only a couple of hours work but it had been necessary and Itachi told her she could come back to his office so he could 'file' this on her record.
When they entered his office it was a matter of seconds before he had pinned her against the door as his mouth descended upon hers. Their tongues wrapped around each other sensuously as he sucked and nipped on her lower lip. She moaned softly at his actions as his hands roamed over her body needing to feel every inch of her, he just wanted to feel her against him.
She weakly tried to push him back and he let her force him into the chair behind his desk. He watched avidly as she slipped her black leggings off and straddled him in the chair. It was sexy to watch her as she lustfully unbuckled his trousers and tugged at them indicating that he ought to raise his hips, to allow her to remove them fully. He obliged the pink haired female wanting nothing more than to bury himself deep inside her.
She sunk down on his erection and the warm wetness lead him to grunt slightly in appreciation for the woman on top of him. She began riding up and down on the man creating intense waves of pleasure as she contracted and released her walls as she moved. Leaning forward Sakura began sucking and kissing at his jaw and neck. Her hands were on the desk behind her to add leverage for deeper penetration.
At a particular thrust she hit a deep spot within her and she gasped out in the pleasure it created which only added to Itachis state of arousal as he watched her face twist with bliss and her sexy noises that gave him shivers. As he felt they were both about to climax a knock on the door caused them both to freeze.
"Itachi-taichou! Open up I've got a mission report to give you." Said Naruto from the other side of the door and Sakura smirked deviously as she raised herself and fell back down on Itachi. His eyes widened as he realised she wasn't going to stop and with every ounce of will power he had, he forced himself to speak.
"Come back later, Naruto." He ground out through clenched teeth as he tried not to groan at the sinful woman riding him like nothing was wrong. He could see she was clearly enjoying herself at his expense and he couldn't stop her because his release was so close, he just couldn't let go at this point.
"I have to meet Sasuke-teme later, can't I just give it to you now?" he whined and made it clear that he was not leaving. Itachi let a quiet groan slip from his lips as Sakuras pace intensified, a sweat had already broken on his skin, he was becoming delirious with the pleasure, and he couldn't take it anymore. White hot relief flushed over the man as he covered Sakura's mouth with his own to stifle the noises of satisfaction rolling from his throat.
"Itachi-taichou? Are you alright in there?" asked Naruto concerned after hearing what sounded like groaning.
Sakura smirked in delight as he panted heavily and she stood up as he buckled his trousers hastily, opening the door by a foot, pulling the scroll from Naruto and dismissing him aggressively. She knew Naruto would merely put it down to the Uchiha's bizarre mood swings but Sakura was sitting at the edge of his desk, her legs crossed as she swung her foot back and forth like a cat that got the milk.
"Smug, are we?" he glared at her but she knew he wasn't angry at her, if anything he seemed amused by her little stunt.
"Very much." She grinned and he stood before her, placing each hand on the desk trapping her between his arms. His smirk never faltered as he brought his face close to hers, his breath tickling her neck as he came close to her ear.
"I will get you back for this." He breathed the tip of his tongue touching the lobe of her ear before he sucked it then pulled away from her. She felt an uneasy, yet thrilling emotion flee through her as she wondered just what he planned to do to get her back.
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Sakura was called away on another mission, this one thankfully lasting only two days and when she returned she was all too aware that Itachi was due to give her payback. She wondered just what he had in store for her; she was reminded of the sun lotion incident and what he had done to her then. If it was anything like that, she could handle it but something told her, her lover was going to truly make her regret her actions.
The medic made her way to the barbeque bistro where she was due to meet Ino; she hadn't seen the blonde haired woman recently and was actually looking forward to hearing some gossip. She entered the not too crowded restaurant and quickly located team ten as Ino waved over. Sakura took a seat beside Shikamaru, immediately beginning to fill her plate.
"Jese forehead, leave some for the rest of us!" laughed Ino as she watched her female best friend shovel as much food onto her plate as Choji.
"Sorry, just back from a mission and I'm starving." She smirked and popped a chunk of meat into her mouth.
"Sakura, you're never not on a mission, Shikamaru doesn't even go on half the amount you've been on." Snapped Ino suddenly aware of just how much work the pink haired woman was putting in.
"I noticed that also Sakura." remarked Shikamaru as his eyes wandered over the woman beside him. She didn't seem at all over-stressed nor strained from the amount of work she was being given, but he was more understanding of the demand for a medic in ANBU than Ino.
"I don't mind, I like feeling needed." She replied honestly with a smile but Ino snorted.
"You ANBU people."
"Well pig, why don't you suck it up and join."
"You know your skills would easily get you into interrogation." Shikamaru added agreeing with Sakura.
"It's too much work for my liking," She shrugged letting thoughts mull over Sakuras uniform, "But I wouldn't mind one of those sexy uniforms forehead. Do you know how many heads you turn in that thing?" Ino remarked with a tinge of jealousy and Sakura laughed.
"So I've been told." She smirked thinking of a certain Uchiha who had once mentioned such a thing to her. As if her thoughts had drawn him in Sakura found herself looking up to a familiar pairs of eyes from across the room. At the back of the restaurant sat Itachi looking directly towards her, her brow furrowed slightly wondering what on earth he was doing here, and then her eyebrows rose as his Sharingan activated. Before she had a chance to look away she felt herself pulled under his powerful gaze and when she looked back at the table she felt an uneasy rush of heat wash over her.
"Are you ok Sakura, you look kinda warm." Choji asked watching the woman across the table from him.
"Yea it is a bit warm in here." Remarked Sakura as her cheeks flooded with heat, just what the hell was going on?
"You just can't handle all that spicy pork." He grinned shoving a particularly large chunk into his mouth. Sakura knew this wasn't a reaction to spice, it was something far more erotic and she groaned in realisation, this was his payback.
Sakura was mortified to find she was becoming wet and flustered under the control of his powerful genjutsu. She couldn't do anything to stop it; he was forcing her to get turned on. This was despicable and embarrassing; she was going to kill him.
"Sakura do you want a glass of water." Asked Ino worried as a sheen of sweat formed on her friends brow whilst she tried to fight the aching between her legs. She forced said legs closed tightly and bit down on her lip nodding her head. Ino handed Sakura the glass and with shaky hands she began drinking, it did nothing to distract her and thankfully at the table they seemed to assume it was some sort of upset stomach.
Sakura had to place her forehead on the table as the sensations multiplied and she shut her eyes clenching her jaw tightly. Shikamaru passed little remarks on the woman having seen this episode all too often when Choji ate too much but Ino seemed to think it was completely food unrelated and placed a consoling hand on Sakuras head.
"Is it your...you know." Ino said quietly but both men knew what she was trying to imply, Ino was never bothered talking about her time of the month in front of her team, she just wasn't sure how Sakura would feel.
"Mmmph." Sakura groaned quietly trying to give Ino an actually word rather a muffled moan. It seemed to suffice Ino as she snapped at Shikarmaru and Choji for being so uncomforting to a lady when she had problems.
Sakura felt the heat building in her stomach, coiling and twisting until she thought she couldn't take any more. Sakura needed to get to the toilets and she shakily stood, swaying to the side she apologised to the table running to the toilets. When she had finally locked herself in the cubicle she let a long awaited moan slip from her lips, as her powerful and shuddering orgasm rippled over her body.
She sat on the toilet lid panting and gasping for what felt like hours, never before had she had such an intense orgasm, let alone one where she had never even been touched. She was going to kill Itachi, slowly and painfully. Sakura heard a low chuckle from outside the cubicle door and she gripped the handle angrily opening it with a bang as the Uchiha was there leaning against the sink with a proud grin on his face.
"You bastard." She snarled.
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Life has pulled me in directions I cannot run from. I apologise. You can read my blogpost as to why I left fanfiction for so long. Link is on my profile.
To anyone still up for reading this, I really hope this was OK, I also apologise for typos/grammar issues!
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Flowne