Sasuke sees his problems before may not be as bad as the ones he has now, Itachi loses his temper, and Kakashi runs his mouth.
Meeting the Snake Sannin for the first time was something Sasuke would never forget.
The man was grotesque, resembling a ghoul. His chakra up close was suffocating.
When Kabuto introduced him, Orochimaru's mouth split into a wide smile, a long thick tongue lolling out of it.
How anyone could look this way and hold so much charisma baffled Sasuke.
He was like a mythical beast, Sasuke feeling an insane urge to let it bite him.
The yellow eyes caressed his form. Orochimaru was very aware of how he made others feel.
A smooth, seductive voice sounded from the enigma before him.
"Kabuto, he's alive?"
The medic pushed his glasses up before answering,"He wants to trade himself for a woman with the Eternal Mangekyou."
A long hand with strange skin folded over the other, eyes contemplating.
"Uchiha Izumi?"
Sasuke confirmed,"Hn."
The Sannin smiled widely again,"What makes you think I cannot get her if I want her, boy?"
Sasuke supposed he could, "You don't want her then?"
"She could be a bit more fun than you, I suppose.", Orochimaru mused.
Sasuke decided not to think about what that meant.
"There's more.", Kabuto interjected,"She's pregnant with his child."
Snake eyes sparkled with interest,"Ah, so you would like to dispose of both of them then?"
Sasuke's voice came out too loud,"I want my child."
Kabuto snickered next to him. If he ever saw this asshole anywhere else than here…
"When are you supposed to return from your mission, Sasuke-kun?", Orochimaru asked.
So they were concerned about him maintaining the status quo? That meant he might just be able see Konoha again.
He answered,"Two days."
"Hmm.", the snake man tapped his chin,"That doesn't give us much time, does it?"
Sasuke waited for him to elaborate, but he didn't.
It was Kabuto who spoke next,"White snake possession?"
Orochimaru nodded,"Kabuto, please show Sasuke-kun to a room. He'll be our guest until the child is born. We leave at sunrise."
Sasuke put on a blank face while his insides filled with fear and regret.
If memory served, Sakura had told him of the technique the medic had mentioned after binge reading files
she wasn't supposed to again. White snake possession allowed the caster to enter the body of a target, much
like the Yamanaka clan's mind transfer jutsu, and steer them like a ship.
Orochimaru planned to enter the village in his body.
His biggest mistake wasn't betraying Sakura, or not realizing Izumi had betrayed him, or even taking his
brother's promised wife to his bed.
Surely, it was this.
Itachi knocked on the door of her office the same way he did on their missions.
It was only fair to give Sakura a little warning, he thought.
He heard an adorable squeal from her on the other side, her dainty feet jogging toward the door.
The moment it opened, he entered the room and whirled her around to put her back against the door,
releasing a hand to lock it before crushing his lips to hers.
Startled, it took Sakura a moment to reciprocate before she laced her arms around his neck and kissed
him back, moaning into the kiss. He broke it first, resting his forehead against hers, stroking her cheek and regarding her fondly.
"You are mine, Uchiha Sakura, and I am yours."
The smile on her lips, the delight in her eyes, made his heart pound.
Mine.
He kissed her deeply, one hand firmly on her hip, the other moving down the front of her dress uniform.
"I need you Sa-ku-ra.", he breathed in her ear, making her tingle all over.
She tried to gather her scrambled thoughts,"Well…. I'm at work right now... and -ah!."
The cool air of the room hit her torso. Her amorous partner had unbuttoned her dress while he was kissing her.
It lay plainly open now, his wandering hands and lips taking full advantage.
"We're in your office.", he acknowledged, wanting to take her breasts into his mouth but realizing once he
did the desire to be inside her would outweigh anything else.
He wanted to taste her first.
"Yes... and…. I think- uh!"
Itachi gave brief attention to her nipples, brushing them with his thumbs and enjoying her reaction, then continuing down.
"That this... is a good place... to make... memories?", Itachi offered, kissing a trail to her bellybutton and nipping her hip bone.
Sakura gave up, letting him fondle her as she mewled for him.
She was wearing a matching set of bra and panties, red lace with white ruffles.
It was very sexy on her, actually a bit much.
"Do you often wear things like this to work?", he asked, running a finger along her center.
Sakura's breath hitched,"I hoped to see were a wedding present."
"Oh?", Itachi smirked, unable to help it, picturing her putting on something like this in anticipation of him coming for her.
Wait."From who?"
"Uh….Kakashi?", she confessed sheepishly.
Itachi furrowed his brow,"Absolutely not.", he stated, and ripped them away.
Sakura was about to complain about spending the rest of her shift bottomless, but he kissed her softly there.
"No other man shall dress or touch my heaven."
Sighing happily, Sakura allowed him to draw a leg over his shoulder to open her.
He breathed her in, her light scent making arousal thrum in his veins, and reached his tongue out to give her a languorous lick.
Sakura laid her head back, enjoying the sensations, bringing a hand down to run her fingers through his hair.
"Mmmm, I love you Itachi."
He expressed his gratitude for that by licking and sucking her intimately, increasing his fervor as he went along,
quickly finding ways to make her tremble. Hearing this powerful woman whimper, her breath quicken, watching
her toned stomach jump with pleasure beneath her smooth skin, was making his cock throb.
The desperation in her voice pulled at him,"Please Itachi, I need you inside me."
He did not need to be told twice.
Sliding her lovely leg off his shoulder, he stood and threw off his shirt, shed his bottoms.
He approached her swiftly and lifted her to him,Sakura wrapping her legs around his waist.
Her lidded green eyes glittered with lust, threatening to make his head swim with his took her lips
as he pushed inside her, groaning at how wet she was and the tight grip of her sex around his member.
Sakura's moan at his entry, the feeling of her around him again, made him burn inside.
"Sakura," he panted,"I haven't sealed the room. We'll have to be quiet."
She nodded, laid her head into the crook of his neck, kissing and nipping the skin there.
Itachi couldn't bear being still anymore.
He drew his cock out of her to the tip, then gave a powerful upward thrust, felt a sting on his back from her nails clutching him.
Mine.
Then another thrust, five, ten. A few more and then….Sakura came with a broken cry.
Itachi clenched his eyes shut, begging himself not to come with her this time.
It worked.
Shisui was right. Enduring both pleasure and pain had the same remedy: exposure.
Once her body loosened it's grip on him, he heard her breathe out, pleading,"Oh god, Itachi! Please make me feel that way again!"
The next time she came, he knew he'd be going over with her, and the call of his body to set a punishing pace
into hers was becoming impossible to ignore.
He was going to make his young wife scream. So be it.
Outside, Izumi's jealousy raged.
They might be happy now, but soon after their fun was over, they were going to be
sorry for daring to have what she couldn't.
Kakashi had escaped last night with only the slightest hangover.
Poor Yamato didn't fare so well, nearly drinking himself into a coma after
learning what his sweet, innocent young lover was up to.
Kakashi arrived with the intention of prodding gently and offering an ear.
When he saw Izumi dressed like an angel and smelling of Sasuke he made a
scene with her, went in and told his friend things he shouldn't have.
Yamato had not believed him.
Shikamaru brought photos, ones he'd requested for Sakura's sake in case the
younger Uchiha came crawling back to beg her again to marry him.
The wood user was in shock afterwards for a while, then he raged, then he wept.
Then they drank. Too much.
He did not mention the pregnancy. This was enough for now.
Sasuke and Yamato fighting over that was not something he wanted to see anytime
had wanted a family of his own for a long time now, and until Kakashi
knew for sure there was news to tell him, he wouldn't. Maybe he wouldn't anyway.
He doubted very much Yamato would just hand the child over to the Uchiha, or that
he would withstand the clan taking it from him if he didn't.
He needed to talk to Izumi, confront her, know who the father was now so this mess could
be properly sorted and he didn't have to worry about his shinobi murdering each other
in the streets over a shameless harlot and clan politics.
Sasuke would be back soon. Yamato would definitely confront him.
He called to the Anbu in the fox mask at his side.
It was time Naruto knew the hell that was breaking loose in the lives of his friends anyway.
"Yes Hokage-sama?"
"Find Izumi Uchiha. Bring her here."
"Hai."
When Naruto arrived at the hospital to fetch her, the normally passive Uchiha heir
had his hand around the throat of the girl he was looking for, Sakura holding onto his
other arm and asking him to stop.
Itachi listened to her, but was clearly reluctant, the dark haired girl dropping to the ground
and gasping for air once he let go.
"I've come to take Uchiha Izumi to Hokage tower.", Naruto announced, looking at Sakura's
face for any clues. She was pale, looked upset, but nodded back at him.
I'll be alright.
Looking at Itachi, a cold dread crawled into his stomach.
The Uchiha had no intention of letting this woman live, consequences be damned.
"She is dangerous. Leave her to me."
"Why don't we accompany Anbu-san to the Tower?", Sakura suggested, eyes darting
nervously between her husband and her friend.
Itachi sighed in open irritation, a few tense moments of silence later conceding for now and stepping back.
Izumi stood, offering no protest and seeming relieved for the interruption, knowing better
than to utter a word.
All the way to Hokage tower, Itachi's eyes spun a strange pattern, never leaving Izumi for a moment.
His parents had been the only ones to know about the transplant between himself and his mother.
He had been told over and over not to reveal that he had been given Mikoto's eyes. Now he had lost his temper and shown Izumi.
The words she showed him, from the mouth of his brother regarding Sakura and clearly a memory of hers,
forced him to bite back tears of rage and pain.
"I might end up having her after all."
Maybe his father did know Sasuke much better than he.
