A visit to the past, Naruto breaks down the door, Itachi and Sakura escape.

Chapter Text

Flashback:

Itachi made his way down the stairs, stopping halfway down them when he saw Sasuke moping pitifully over his coffee, then turned to go back to his room.

Sasuke was still so raw from Sakura's rejection.

How could he possibly comfort his sibling? There wasn't a lot he could say without hurting Sasuke more once he figured it out.

He had laid out the scroll for her when he felt her approaching, hoping she would come up and see it.

He laid awake the night before that scroll's mission commenced, the sounds of Sasuke's sorrow reverberating too loud in Itachi's ears as his little brother packed

for the mission he had lost the love of his life over, though there had already been many before it.

Seeing the weight of Sakura's agony pained him as well.

His conscience niggled at him to lighten it until he appeared at her door asking to spar.

Sasuke and Sakura had decided not to talk for a while, so when his little brother returned from his mission unharmed, Itachi met the pinkette on the roof of the

hospital to let her know. She asked him a question he had fully expected to hear from Sasuke someday.

"Why did you do it?"

He inclined his head in question.

She clarified,"You left the scroll out for me."

He gave her a look of apology.

Sakura nodded in acknowledgement of it,"I forgive you."

Stunned, he asked her,"Why?"

She took a deep breath and told him,"It would have hurt Sasuke-kun to keep it from me, hurt him to fail me that much when it was too late to free me from living with it."

That's exactly why he did it.

"You are a wise woman, Sakura-san."

Her eyes teary, but smiling at him, she said,"He's lucky to have you."

He hadn't meant to fall for her, but that was the beginning of his own descent into the beautiful madness of loving Sakura Haruno.


Sakura's eyes settled on Itachi's impressive length in his hand, forearm corded with tension as he gripped and stroked what she wanted between her thighs

more than anything right now.

The head of his cock was dark pink, nearly red, so shiny and lickable as she watched him handle himself.

She ached for his touch, her fingers too slick to give her the friction she wanted now. Then he picked up the pace, powerful body arching up into his hand quickly,

a look of pleasured agony on his face and then… he came, her name on his lips. It pushed her so close.

Just a little more..

Hearing Naruto's voice, Sakura froze, hand stilling at the sound of her irate friend just outside.

Her first thought was to go out there and injure him. Severely. Then she heard a bang on the door, realizing Naruto had every intention of coming in here .

There was only one thing Itachi could think of to do.

"Come here, Sakura. Quickly."

She obeyed and he wrapped his arms around her.

By the time the door swung open they were gone.

"Where'd they go?", Naruto asked, scanning the room.

"Dobe, look.", Sasuke pointed to the dress Sakura left on the floor."There's no saving her now."

Naruto looked defeated,"How could you let him do this to her Sasuke? You were right here! I know things didn't work out, but I thought you cared for her at least a little."

Sasuke wanted to correct him, but shelved it. It wasn't time for that. Matter of fact, there would never be a time for that again. He told him what mattered now.

"Itachi cares for her."

Naruto brightened a bit,"Really?"

Sasuke tried to choose his words carefully,"They seem to...know each other well. Have they been spending time together?"

Always one to rub it in, Naruto responded,"Oh, so now you want to know!"

Not really , Sasuke thought, keeping his mouth shut. He stared at Naruto until his blonde friend felt the need to fill the void of silence, preferably with useful information.

As predicted, Naruto sighed and said,"She's been in love with him for a while."

Sasuke's heart flinched. For the love of Kami, when would he stop hurting over her?

He shrugged, refusing to show it,"We need to tell my father."


Itachi opened his eyes slowly. This was his hideaway, a special place he went to escape that only Shisui knew about.

No one would sense them here. Sakura had been left wanting, he knew it, and it was a cruel temptation.

His head was a little clearer now, not quite enough to be mortified that he had just masturbated in front of the woman he loved, but coming along to it.

Her breasts rubbed deliciously just beneath his pecs and he tightened his arm around her to push them even closer together.

If he kissed her, if he wasn't very careful, he wouldn't let her go.

Feeling her tremble against him as she began leaving soft, warm, open mouthed kisses on his chest was making him rock hard all over again.

He needed to think before he made a mistake he couldn't remedy.

If he took her now and made her his bride she might abandon him. She had said herself she wasn't ready to marry.

Leaving her vulnerable like this on her own could cause her great harm. He couldn't let her leave, or resist her all night.

Being with her now and keeping it a secret seemed the only safe option to protect her and any possible future they might have.

When his mind was right he could find out why she was resistant to marriage.

Sakura tilted her head up, tracing her tongue along his collarbone, and the reasonable thoughts he'd tried to hold onto fled.

He bent down to catch her lips, his hands reaching down to be filled with the firm globes of her ass as he lifted her to him.

He could feel it coming over him, a frustration that urged him to fight for what he needed.

With the last of his resolve, he spoke to her.

"I can wait for you to be ready to marry, but I don't think I can wait for…. this... anymore. I can take you and tell no one. If you don't want that, run away from me now."

Sakura took a moment to marvel at his strength, his restraint, as she felt a drop of desire leave her body.

"Help me. Be with me. Please."