They thought that he would let them win, but they were wrong. Uchiha Sasuke knew that these would be his consequences, after killing Sakura, but he would not be lowered by his sentence. Tsunade, after waking from her comatose state, had been enraged when hearing that her student had been killed by the young Uchiha. It had taken an entire platoon of ANBU to hold her back from spattering Sasuke all over the stone walls of his cell. There was no second thought to her decision, and even Naruto could not prevent it.
Sasuke had been sentenced to death, by hanging. It was so degrading, thinking he was going to die in such a common way. He was supposed to be killed, losing in an epic battle against a worthy opponent. To die as he was going to was disgraceful. And he was not going to allow it.
They were, naturally, keeping him in a cell until it was time for his execution, and they had two ANBU guards just outside the door, waiting for the worst to happen. They would never have the time to prevent him, considering how little chakra he would need to trump them all. If he had to die, and it was not in a battle, then he would kill himself. Suicide was much more dignified than an execution where he was brought out into the public and jeered at.
There would be no satisfaction for those who demanded his death, and he refused to let them get what they wanted. Sasuke would not apologize, and he was not going to die how they wanted him to. They would get his death, and that should have been good enough. As much as he wanted to live through this ordeal, his educated mind had thought through every possible tactic to escape, but he knew there was nothing he could possibly do. Unfortunately, the remaining members of Taka were going to die as well, Tsunade knew no mercy.
Smirking to himself, he eyed the chakra restraining bands around his wrist. He had very little chakra because of them, but it would only take a little to commit suicide. They had, stupidly, forgotten to chain him to the wall, because that was the only thing that could possibly have stopped him. He summoned what little chakra he had, concentrating the lightning all onto his pointer finger.
For a moment, he only looked at the chakra chirping on his finger, taking in the beauty it held. Strength was beauty. Sakura had plenty of strength. And she was beautiful. It was pathetic that he found Sakura in everything, but it was to be expected. He was going to her at last.
Resolved, he lifted the finger to his temple, sending harmful shocks into his brain. His entire body went into shock, freezing then slumping over onto the cot, crashing seconds later onto the hard ground. The sound must have notified the ANBU, because the door shot up, and the dashed over to his limp body. He smirked in his victory, listening as they cursed under their breaths.
"Dammit! Go get a medic!" One of them shouted, while he stayed, checking for any life signs. Sasuke's eyes slowly shut, his breath leaving him. He never lost. No medic, even Sakura, would have been able to save him. His chakra was going to fry his brain until it was utterly dysfunctional.
"You lost, Konoha nin." He rasped with a cocky smirk, letting his breath leave him completely. The ANBU knew there was nothing to do then, The Uchiha was gone, off to some other world. He sighed, supposing that he should go inform the Hokage, and steel himself to face her fury. She was not going to be pleased with their failure to stop the Uchiha from suicide.
Sakura and Karin stood in the kitchen, hard at work to prepare some sort of dinner. It really was Karin's night to cook, but she was tired of being compared to Sakura's superior cooking, and so she asked Sakura to teach her a few things in the kitchen. She had been utterly understanding of her request for help, and so they both worked together, Karin taking in Sakura's technic as she made the various dishes effortlessly.
It was unusually silent though, because both Itachi and Deidara had decided to watch them as they cooked, sitting at the table lazily. The silent feud that had formed during their lives had never been resolved, and so the entire room was weighed down by a heavy, thick atmosphere, and it only got worse as the time inched on. They did not so much as look at each other, but it was as if they were both ready to attack should they need to.
Finally, Sakura had enough of their ridiculousness. She let out an unexpected growl, and with wide eyes, everyone in the room looked at her expectantly, waiting for some sort of explanation. She turned to the kitchen table, where the men were sitting and pointed an especially sharp chef's knife in their direction. "Both of you boys out. Now." She grumbled, now pointing the knife at the door.
Itachi's eyebrows lifted onto his forehead, completely shocked by Sakura's statement. Deidara laughed, not catching her threat. Grinding her teeth together, Sakura threw the knife as a warning, and it cleaved a single strand of long, blond hair, then embedded itself into the wall behind them.
"Sakura, be careful with my Dei-chan's pretty hair." Karin muttered under her breath, reminding Sakura of whose man she was messing with. She smirked back at the redhead, who instantly understood.
"Both of you out. Unless you want to be subjected to the terror of girl-talk. We are not afraid to talk about you two in embarrassing ways with you right here." Sakura said, grabbing a bread knife and twirling it in her fingers. Itachi frowned, wondering what exactly Sakura had to say that could discomfit him. Deidara gave no thought to it, instead grabbing the musing Uchiha and pulling him out of the kitchen. That girl had a serrated knife, and he knew she was willing to use it.
Sakura turned back to what she had been doing, and a short silence instilled, until she thought of what to say. "So, Karin, where exactly are you and... Deidara?" She asked, neither of them aware of the fact that both Itachi and Deidara were just outside the kitchen, listening to every word they said. It was underhanded, in Itachi's opinion, but he wanted to know what exactly Sakura had to say about him.
Karin giggled to herself, not once looking up from the pot of miso soup she was stirring. "We went all the way." She replied. She, while still laughing to herself, took in Sakura's flustered expression. "I do not see why you need to get all embarrassed just because we had sex. I am sure you and Itachi have plenty-
Then, she had to silence herself, because she saw the look on Sakura's face, clearly stating that she and Itachi had never done anything. A soft gasp escaped between her lips, and she waited for Sakura to say something for herself. Two people who had been sharing a bedroom for over a month should have done something. Itachi sounded as if he had the self control of a monk.
"Well, we would have, but... do you remember the morning that you had to come get me to make breakfast?" Sakura asked, abandoning her cut vegetables to turn to Karin. The redhead had already turned off the burner to give Sakura her full attention. She nodded her head to the question, and then gasped again, understanding what Sakura was going to say next.
"We almost did it then, but then we got interrupted. I had to tell him to go take a cold shower."
This must have meant something to them both, because the kitchen erupted with laughter. Deidara, who was listening in right next to Itachi, was having a hard time not laughing as well. He then had to execute the one signal that ever shinobi recognized from years of experience; Itachi swiftly drew his finger along his neck. It was more commonly known as the shut-the-fuck-up-or-I-am-going-to-kill-you signal. It worked, because this motion, along with his deathly glare, put Deidara in place.
"Sakura, that was three days ago! He has not done anything since then?" Karin questioned, all thoughts of dinner utterly forgotten. Sakura sighed softly, an almost sad sound, then shook her head.
"He has not tried anything since then, and honestly, I am sort of nervous. I have never done anything like this before, and even though I really want to, there is so much behind it. What if it is just for the sex, and we never become anything more than that?" Sakura whispered softly, glancing down to the side. Karin frowned, not liking her tone. It was easy to see how Itachi felt for her, so Sakura had no reason to fret.
"Sakura, he probably has not tried again because he knows you are nervous. I think he wants you to go to him, instead of taking it from you. He wants it to be willingly given. Honestly, you talk like a virgin." She huffed, crossing her arms. At this, Sakura could only blush. How was she supposed to tell anyone that Sasuke had given her first kiss, right before she died? She was an utter embarrassment as a girl.
Karin giggled. "So you are a virgin! Well, what the hell are you waiting for? Go find that sexy, sexy man of yours, and let him fuck you into oblivion! Give him that, and trust me, it will be well worth it." She snickered, instantly reminding Sakura of Ino. If Karin was anything like Ino, then Sakura knew that she was probably right. Then again....
"Karin, if I did that, then I would not get out until tomorrow morning. I sort of want to eat dinner."
Then, before Karin could retort to this, there was a loud bout of laughter, followed by the sounds of someone running away. Sakura growled, easily figuring that someone had been eavesdropping, and poked her head outside the kitchen archway. She looked just in time to see a very angry Itachi dragging Deidara around a corner at blinding speeds.
"They were listening in on us, right?" Karin sighed knowingly. Sakura grunted, frowning deeply.
"I will be back soon." Sakura grumbled. For some reason, Karin honestly doubted that Sakura was going to return any time soon, if she intended in following Itachi to his room. Well, there was two less people she needed to finish making dinner for.
Itachi was just waiting for it. He was certain that Sakura had caught sight of him just as he turned the corner, and in retrospect, he should not have been listening in on her conversation with Karin. In his opinion, it was Deidara's fault for his getting discovered, as he was the one who had been laughing. Itachi honestly did not understand what had been so funny in the first place. Did it matter that Sakura had never lost her virginity? He did not think so, but perhaps that was because he had never either.
Sure enough, there was a firm knock on the door, one that demanded he answer instantly. He sighed, knowing that she would break the door down if he did not get up, and stood from the small table. He slid it open, and she walked in, immediately pointing a finger into his chest.
"Uchiha Itachi, that was uncalled for. You definitely have an eavesdropping problem." Sakura said, stepping closer to him, and naturally, he took a step back. Silently, he cursed Deidara for the situation he was currently caught in. For some reason, he had the impression that the blond had done it purposely, for reasons unknown.
"You implied that you were going to speak of me. I was curious what you had to say." Itachi said simply, shrugging. She screeched in indignation at his lax mood. He, of course, did not know how impossibly embarrassed she was now that he had heard so much.
"It was not meant for you to hear, Itachi! It was girl talk!" She complained, poking his broad chest with another finger. He knew as much, but she would not want to hear that, if he planned to appease her.
"I apologize, koishii." He finally said. She muttered something to herself, something about how just because he had a wonderfully smooth and sexy voice did not mean that he could get away with anything. He begged to differ. He never said as much though, and when she turned to leave, his hand shot out, closing around her arm and pulling her back into his chest. She squeaked in surprise, not fully understanding what was happening.
"Koishii, I am tired of waiting like this. I know you are as anxious for us to do this as I am." He murmured. Itachi did not need to be specific, because Sakura already knew what he was waiting for, what they were both waiting for. Karin was right, it was high time that she gave him this much. Itachi would never be so shallow with her, to use her for only sex.
"As usual, you are right." Sakura replied, leaning up expectantly. Comprehending what she was fishing for, Itachi reached down to her, kissing Sakura on the lips viciously. The reaction was automatic, she moaned throatily, and he quickly took advantage of this, dipping his tongue into the sweet honey of her mouth. His tongue swirled sensually with hers, and while distracting her so effectively, he started pulling her to the bed.
She could not sit still while he doted on her, but instead had to comb her fingers through his long, silky hair, having untied it carefully. It was amazing, what he was doing to her, all with a simple kiss. It was tugging her into him, that need that she could never get close enough to him already unbearable. Groans slipped through her bruised lips, that sound enough to entice him.
He did not hesitate, but instead moved his hand from the tight hold the had on her hip, and went instantly to the zipper of her red vest. She gasped in surprise at the rush of cold air that hit her chest and stomach, her eyes flashing up to read his expression. At that moment, all she could tell was that Itachi was irritated by how much she was wearing. Last time they had almost done this, all she had on was a yukata, which was much easier to remove than an entire kunoichi outfit.
Something unreadable flashed through their dark depths then, and she let him pull her arms out of the vest, and Sakura watched as he crumpled the red material into a ball and then toss it across the room. He had already placed her on her back, and was looming over her smaller form, though fully clothed. Sakura did not think this to be entirely fair, and let him know how she felt by slipping a hand up his shirt to feel the plains of his muscular chest.
Itachi sat up for a moment, which greatly irritated Sakura, as he was her only form of warmth, but she was satisfied after watching him tear the navy blue shirt over his head. He settled back against her, the beautiful sensation of skin contact making her shudder pleasantly. He smirked knowingly, then crushing their lips together again. It was unmistakable, they both felt the strong connection building with every searing move of his sinful lips. It was as if nothing could ever satisfy, that every touch was not enough, that he could never be as close as he wanted to be. Sakura was sure that he was trying to suck out her soul through her mouth, by the way his mouth moved harshly against her own.
That was not to say she lay there lamely, Sakura pushed back at him just as forcefully. It was impossible to defeat him in a battle for dominance though, and so she let him trail his taunting mouth down, where he only stopped to lap at the junction of her shoulder and neck. Her groans sounded through the room loudly, as his mouth was no longer there to swallow them, and when his mouth reached her bra, he paused with dissatisfaction. It was in the way.
With little struggle, Itachi reached his long, slender fingers behind her back, unclasping the offending piece of lacy material. His sharingan instinctively spun into action from his once black eyes, as if he wanted to burn in the memory of what he was doing into his mind. The white bra was lifted away, freeing her from their restraints. His crimson eyes were heated with lust, and she only just saw this for a second before he dipped down, immediately closing his mouth around a pink, pearly nipple.
Sakura's head flew back in reaction to this, her entire frame shaking with pleasure at the feel of his hot, wet breath and tongue on the sensitized bud of flesh. She had been about to almost scream, when two fingers intruded her mouth instead. Sakura moaned, closing her parted lips to suck on the two digits, while he gave her breast the same treatment, his free hand moving from its bruising hold on her hip up to mold the other.
Holding his head in place with steady hands, Sakura scratched her blunt nails into his scalp, which he must have enjoyed, because he grunted softly against her skin, a noise that she had never heard him make. It happened so quickly, she hardly knew what was happening, but a moment later, she was wearing only a pair of thin, white panties. Her skirt and black shorts had been tossed to the floor. Something fluttered from just below her stomach, and she was unsure of what to do because of it.
Her eyes clenched together more tightly as his suckling became more insistent, the hand that had been fondling her lonely breast now tugging on them fully, squeezing them with enthusiasm. She kept sucking on those two fingers, attempting to keep her moans down to a minimum. Much to her frustration though, those fingers slipped from her warm mouth, leaving saliva as they moved down her stomach. Sakura could never have expected it, and was utterly unprepared for him to sneak them beneath the seam of her underwear, tearing them off almost violently.
If he could not smell it earlier, the spicy scent of her wet arousal teased his sensitive nose, making his mouth water for a taste. Sakura felt so ashamed, remembering the last time he had seen her naked in the same context. Flashbacks of the night she had demanded him to have sex with her swarmed her head, making her feel dirty. Instinctively, her legs closed together, as if she were trying to hide it from him.
All else was forgotten; his mouth parted from around her nipple, which was now especially cold, since it was wet with his saliva, and both his hands moved to either knee. Itachi did not appreciate that she was ashamed of what she had done, that was in the past, and she deserved to forget her mistake. Using a lot of his strength, he pulled her legs apart enough so that she could not hide herself.
"Koishii, do not hide from me, not now. I do not blame you for the decision you made that night, and neither should you. Let me in." He breathed heavily. When he said that, it had meant more than the physical act of letting him enter her, but emotionally as well. Sakura knew this, she knew that she did not need to fear him, and so she did as she was told, the muscles of her legs slackening. They snaked about his waist, pulling them even closer.
It was an unusual sensation, because Itachi still had both his pants and boxers on, but she could feel his hardening erection beneath his clothes. Sakura discovered instantly that she did not like it. She wanted to feel the heat entirely, instead of through the fabric of his clothes. Was this how every woman felt, when she slept with a man? Was there always that sense of desperation and need? She wanted to ask Itachi this, but she became distracted when he started to kick off his pants.
Sakura helped him with this, and though it was slightly better with only boxers on, it was still not close enough for her needs. She was becoming impatient.
He did not let this go to waste though, and his mischievous hands ghosted across her body teasingly. Itachi did not, in all truthfulness, know what exactly he was doing, but instead going from instinct. His experience was no more than what Sakura's was in this department, so Itachi could not be certain that he was doing this correctly.
Tired of waiting, Sakura decided to take things into her own hands, and tugged the pair of black boxers for him. Itachi let her do this, and when he was freed of all constricting fabrics, she gasped softly in surprise. All she could think was that Karin had been right about one thing, big dicks ran in the family. Sakura had seen plenty of male reproductive organs in her life as a medic, but he just topped them all.
Her eyes moved slowly up from the patch of thick, black hairs, her face a deep red. When they finally had reached his face, Sakura saw that he was smirking at her reaction. It was not his usual smirk though, but was full of lust. She licked her lips nervously, her stomach quivering in anticipation.
"Are you ready for this, koishii?" He asked, his voice unsteady. She could only nod her head, words unable to form on her lips. With her permission now, he carefully spread her legs more apart to make room for him. He hovered for a moment, as if he were going to change his mind, but he proceeded nonetheless. Itachi alined their sexes properly, then smoothly glided in.
Sakura groaned loudly in pain as she felt her flesh rip to make way for his girth. The distinct smell of blood drifted into the air, easily noticed by their sensed by their sensitive noses. He traced his move backwards, and then forward again, further in this time. Itachi grunted almost silently, the feeling of her tightness pulling him in unbelievable.
Her hips shifted, stretching open even more. It was painful, yes, but it was the beautiful sort of pain. He took advantage of this, thrusting in deeper. Her groans echoed through the silenced room, getting louder with every plunge into her, until he could completely sheath himself, and was tapping her cervix.
The pain wore away though, as animalistic pleasure took over her, controlling her actions. This pleasure started to completely blind her, burn her until she could only see white. She could only just barely register that she was crying out his name frantically. When her mind did comprehend this, her teeth bit down on his shoulder, silencing her wails.
A grunt reverberated from deep in his chest at the hurt in his sweaty shoulder, and the sound was repeated when her nails dug into the muscles in his back. Her spinal cord arched, pressing them together, until they were utterly seamless.
It became too much though, and as she felt herself going higher and higher, and so she had to release his shoulder. It only took one more thrust to send her as high as she could go, and she let out a scream as she felt herself falling back to earth. Her orgasm pulled him into his own, and he spewed his hot, sticky seed on the inside of tight walls.
He slowly became limp inside of her, and neither of them moved to change their position, with their bodies still tangled in an exhausted embrace. Itachi showered her face and neck with distracted, tired kisses as he began to regain his breath. She still panted heavily, the shock of her fall still jolting through her body.
"That was amazing, Itachi." She whispered as he slowly heaved himself off her, flopping to his back. He smirked knowingly as she curled up against him, sharing his body heat.
"It was, koishii." He murmured, more to himself than anyone else. She sighed, and slowly felt everything drift away. Itachi looked down at her when she did not reply, and smiled at seeing her already asleep. He huffed to himself, pulling the tousled sheets over their bodies and holding her closely into his chest.
It was the most impressionable experience in his entire existence, that short few moments that he lay there before falling asleep with her, but he came to realize something. He had always known it, but for the first time, his mind came to the conclusion that he had fallen in love with Haruno Sakura.
AN: There you have it, the long-awaited lemon! I hope it was as good as everyone was expecting... if not, blame my inexperience. ^^ Next chapter will be especially fun to write, but I am not sure when I'll be getting it out. Next weeks is finals... I'm sure you guys understand how hectic that is. Anyway, please review!