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"Before I jump headfirst into conclusions, are you here for business or pleasure?"

"A meeting of both," Itachi answered suavely.

Sakura narrowed her eyes. "Well, that's tough."

"It is not that difficult to achieve."

"Fine," Sakura pushed past her way into the kitchen. "But I'm having dinner first."

"I was under the impression that you had dinner with Neji-san and Tenten-san."

Sakura paused in her footsteps. "Have you been checking up on me?"

"I apologize that I might have chanced upon your conversation by mistake."

"Mm," Sakura mumbled distractedly while she cracked an egg. Maybe two. She was really hungry, after all. "Wait, what?"

Itachi remained silent as his eyes conveyed his inquiry.

"You mean, you heard my entire conversation with Ino?"

"Unfortunately, yes. Of course, I will not repeat what I have heard to anyone else."

"Well, uh, thanks," Sakura muttered. "Did you want some omelette?"

"I would appreciate it," Itachi replied vaguely.

"Itachi," Sakura said a little curtly, turning around to give him a glare from the stove, "do you want to eat or not?"

"If it does not trouble you, yes."

"No, it isn't any trouble," Sakura replied out of courtesy, completely exasperated with his formality. "And can you please stop talking to me like I were the Hokage-sama?"

"Once we get the business out of the way," Itachi promised.

Sakura grinned. "That's more like it. Didn't we already covered the business part this morning?"

"I believe we agreed on some practice for the execution of our curriculum earlier."

"Oh yeah," memory struck Sakura as she set two plates on the table and motioned for Itachi to sit opposite her.

The two of them finished up their dinner quickly, and Sakura left the plates in the sink before hurrying into the living room, eager to start practicing the delivery of their lesson to the newly initiated ANBU members. She thought that the method she had hatched with Itachi was pretty interesting, not to mention effective.

Sakura found Itachi sitting cross-legged on the floor, palms facing up and resting on his knees with his eyes closed in meditation and preparation. Not willing to endure the cold of the marble floor within the comforts of her own home, Sakura found her usual comfortable spot on the sofa, and mimicked the position Itachi was in.

"Are you ready?" Itachi asked with that soft lilt of his.

"Yes."

The Sharingan-wielder opened his eyes then, revealing red orbs with three tomoes dancing hypnotically. The seasoned ANBU forced herself to relax to let Itachi's genjutsu take over her, her well-honed instincts kicking in and putting up a good fight in resisting Itachi's advances. Gradually, she felt herself pulled in to the alternate reality that the skilful Uchiha had created, and found herself standing next to the man himself in the middle of a dark abyss of nowhere.

"Your first lesson would be genjutsu within a genjutsu? Really?"

"They should learn to cast three genjutsus simultaneously."

"I know, but in the first lesson?"

Itachi nodded.

Sakura let out a long breath. "I can't believe I'm creating hell with you."

"I find it rather enjoyable."

Sakura thanked the gods that her genjutsu training had been with Kakashi. No matter how sadistic her ex-sensei was, Itachi was easily ten times worse.

Itachi had always thought himself a controlled man. He was brought up this way – having his emotions in check at all times, and maintaining a cool façade through it all, no matter the circumstances. The Uchiha clan prided themselves on two things, Sharingan and control, and as the heir to the head of the clan, Itachi was drilled the Uchiha code ever since the day he was born.

He quickly learned as a child that crying only got him more severe punishment, and voicing out his feelings were taboo. If his cousins could read his expression easily, there was something wrong. Itachi learned to watch himself at all times, keeping track of his every move, every fleeting emotion, and like the genius he was, he quickly mastered the art of it. Mikoto was the only one who was willing to show her love for him openly, although in front of others she was likewise substantially more distant. Fugaku was more like a teacher well-respected from afar, who cared for him but never got too close.

Itachi was very aware that if it hadn't been for his mother, he would probably have lived life as the Ice Block of Konoha.

But right then, as he watched Sakura's body shimmy in a gold, embroidered floor-length dress, lustful emerald eyes staring boldly in his direction even as she entertained the male whose arm she was attached to, Itachi could feel his control chipping away.

After showing Sakura what he had in mind for the genjutsu lesson using genjutsu, he had let Sakura cast a genjutsu over him so as to see what she had in mind for the seduction lesson. He had been immediately transported into a ballroom that was holding some sort of charity gala, and Itachi strongly suspected that this was possibly one of the missions that Sakura had been sent on to seduce information from the daimyo, because of the intricacy of the whole setting, from the design of the pillars to the individual foods present on the buffet table.

But he realized that he hadn't wanted to pay attention to any of his surroundings, because before he had recollected himself enough to attempt to seek Sakura out, a pair of beautiful green eyes had caught his attention. She was dressed finely, tasteful diamonds hanging gracefully from her earlobes, defining a well-sculptured heart-shaped face, and beautifully formed lips that were set neutrally, giving no hint as to her thoughts. Her golden dress hugged her curvy figure modestly, the one-shoulder strap showing off slender arms and emphasizing the length of her nape. And the look in her eyes told him that she was all his for the taking, if he wanted to.

And he did.

There was nothing more attractive than the knowledge that someone was attracted to you. That was lesson number one when he began his seduction lessons with Kakashi. It was icing on the cake that the someone who wanted you was someone as beautiful as Haruno Sakura. Her entire poise was different, she was no longer the professional Itachi was used to seeing at work, nor was she the woman he had been with in bed. She held her face at an angle that suggested a hint of regality, shoulders back and spine upright with just a bit of arch in her back, promising raw sexuality underneath the seemingly arrogant posture.

If Itachi hadn't been taught the art of seduction, he would have been completely enraptured by the woman. As it was, he was already dying to fuck her.

Even as flashes of their nights together came into his mind's eye, Itachi kept his face neutral as he watched her break away from her male companion with the excuse that she had to use the ladies' room, and made a detour before approaching him from his right. Her jet black hair propelled her secretive eyes into a whole new cloud of mystery, glittering with promise of the wildest ride of his life if he would just say yes to her.

"You look like you could use a drink," she purred, holding out a glass of bubbling champagne for him.

Unable to resist, he took it from her outstretched hand and clinked his glass with hers. He took a sip and looked at her as she smiled at him expectantly.

"Thank you."

"My pleasure," Sakura continued in the low, seductive husk, reminding him of the so many other more provocative connotations that the word carried. She continued, "And where is your companion?"

"I came alone," Itachi replied unapologetically.

"That doesn't mean you have to leave alone."

Itachi glanced up from his glass abruptly. "Does it not?"

Sakura smiled lightly, moving closer so that he could take in a huge breath of her mild perfume without trying too hard, and gently took his hand and placed her champagne glass in his. "This may help."

Her smile widened at his look of surprise, and before he knew it, she had carefully pulled away and moments later, he saw that she had returned to the right arm of her previous male companion. Then, her eyes met his again, and the raw sexual energy in her gaze had him almost hardening on the spot.

If he had been a lesser man, the years that his father and spent training him to school his emotions would have gone down the drain the moment he entered this genjutsu. Fortunately, the Uchiha name was not to be trifled with, and Itachi was thankful that even though he wasn't in full control, he at least still had partial control.

But then the scene before him disappeared, and Itachi found himself back in his cross-legged position, the pink-haired female grinning at him from an elevated position on the sofa. The glee in her eyes communicating her knowledge of her effect on him.

"How's that for a first lesson? Not too much, is it?" Sakura crooned.

Deciding to wipe the smirk off her face, Itachi replied, "Perhaps we can go even deeper."

She abruptly stopped grinning, "Yeah? Deeper how?"

Itachi didn't give her time to react. The last word had barely left her lips before he had her flat on her back on the sofa, with his larger, warmer body looming over hers. Itachi smirked inwardly when he saw how her green eyes glazed over for a second before refocusing on their proximity. She swallowed visibly, but he wasn't planning on making her feel at ease any time soon.

"We should teach them the things that should happen when they manage to get their target alone," he whispered huskily next to her ear, lightly trailing down the length of her jaw. He felt her goose bumps that matched those of his, and reveled in the knowledge he affected her as much as she affected him. "For instance," he began, "this."

He raised her arms and locked them above her head firmly, tracing his tongue languidly down the column of her neck while his other hand began unbuttoning her blouse one by one. Itachi had thought that Sakura couldn't have looked more civilian than in those clothes she wore to dinner with Tenten. Somehow it made her look more soft and more pliant, and Itachi had knew then that he wasn't going home that night. No, he was going straight to her apartment to await her return.

Itachi would have been lying if he had said he hadn't been waiting for this moment.

"Or," he continued, after slipping her bra straps off her shoulders, "this." When his hot mouth enveloped an exposed breast, Sakura snapped into action and struggled against his grasp, panting softly.

"I – I think we should stop here…"

Itachi circled his tongue around a hardened peak. This time, Sakura gasped and arched helplessly against him, bringing their bodies closer together as she tried to find reprieve from his restraint. Ignoring her pleas, Itachi trailed his mouth to the other breast, teasing the hardened pink nipple. Then he bit down on it between his teeth.

There was a choked scream from the pink-haired female beneath him, who played dirty and sent a burst of chakra through his system to release his hold on her wrists before he found himself straddled by a half-naked woman with fierce green eyes.

"Lesson's over," she announced, and proceeded to attack his lips with fervor.

Her hands worked frantically to divest him of his clothing, but his hands weren't idle either. He quickly unhooked her bra and threw it somewhere on the floor together with her blouse, and unbuttoned her pants impatiently. He ran his hands up and down her sides, memorizing the curve of her waist, the dip in her back, the fullness of her breasts. Itachi found that he liked how she squeaked every time he caressed her sensitive breasts, and how she always arched into his touching, silently begging for more.

Suddenly he was aware of nails on his back, and he realized that somewhere along the way Sakura had successfully removed the clothes on his upper body. Itachi stood up quickly, their lips still engaged in a battle of tongues and with her legs wrapped securely around his lower torso.

Knowing the entire blueprint of her house by heart, Itachi easily made his way to her bedroom, as distracted as he was. He placed her gently on her bed, settling comfortably between her legs as he continued his ministrations southwards. Sakura fisted her hands in his hair when he dipped his tongue into her belly button. He made a quick work of her pants and underwear, slipping them off her slender legs and leaving them in a heap on the floor. She didn't let him continue though, guiding his head back up to hers and slipping her warm tongue into his mouth.

Settling his arms on either side of her head, Itachi took his time exploring the warm cavern of her mouth, running his tongue along her teeth and caressing her tongue with his. By the time he was done with his mini exploration, she already had him out of his pants and her hands were running teasingly along his thick length standing at attention.

Itachi groaned, burying his nose in her scent along her nape as she continued her naughty ministrations in sync with his hand kneading her breast. She giggled as he bit down lightly on her neck when she ran her thumb across the tip of his cock, swiping away the pre-cum.

The woman was going to be the death of him if she found torturing him so deliciously funny.

His hand left her breast to reach for her wrist, removing them from his nether regions and positioning himself against her warm, slippery pussy. He rubbed their body together deliciously, inadvertently letting out an animalistic growl that had her moaning under him. She moved her body together with his, and Itachi could feel the building up of the desire to reach the edge and topple over it.

He ran his fingers through her hair affectionately, emerald eyes shining with desire reflected his dark orbs. Never breaking the eye contact, Itachi entered her in one swift motion, his breath stopping in his throat as he felt her warmth clamp down hard on him. She was so hot, so wet, and all for him. She wriggled her hips impatiently, telling him to move, but Itachi always did things at his own pace.

Slowly, he withdrew from her, only to thrust with speed and force that only ninja could accomplish.

"Itachi!" Sakura squeaked hoarsely, unable to form a longer sentence than his name. She closed her eyes and her lips parted as she adjusted to how deep he was embedded in her warmth.

"Look at me," Itachi commanded softly, willing her lazy eyes to open.

Jade eyes met his, shy, yet pleading him to move. She wriggled her hips again.

Itachi gradually formed a rhythm, thoroughly enjoying every slick thrust, the way her wet nether lips slid over his thick length, the way her walls contracted to pull him deeper, and to keep him there even as he withdrew. He particularly liked how she took in every inch of him, and he filled every inch of her, as if they were made just for each other. But as need built up and demanded release, Itachi increased his pace, easing her wanting pussy as well as his own dick. It wasn't about the details anymore, it was simply about reaching that peak and leaping over it. Together.

As he pistoned in and out more fervently, Sakura crossed her ankles behind his back, forcing him deeper with every thrust, and keeping him there longer with his every penetration. He could feel her approaching orgasm with every tremble, as did his.

"I-Itachi…oh…"

He growled in reply, increasing his pace. He was losing his rhythm soon, and she knew it. She raised her hips to meet his, allowing him to hilt himself deep inside of her pussy, her walls contracted faster and clamping down on his cock harder. Her nails dug into his back, but he really could care less right then.

"Itachi!"

She spasmed around him, drawing his orgasm out as he spilled his seed into her. He bit down on her breast as he came in spurts, his muscles tensed as he rode out his own high.

Itachi put as much weight on his lover as he could without suffocating her under him, breathing heavily next to her ear as he came down from his orgasm. When he found his strength again, he pulled out of her and rolled over onto the bed, placing an arm around her waist and pulled her soft body to him.

Sakura sighed softly as she curled around him, arms wounding around his neck and laying her head on his broad chest in a gesture of contentment. Eyes still closed, Itachi stroked her bare back, trailing along the dip of her spine and caressing her hips.

He felt Sakura smile against his skin. "You do realize that none of our new recruits are female and hence what just happened wouldn't be of much use to them at all, right?"

Itachi smirked wryly. "I am positive they will all manage to learn something."


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