Not Close Enough

Summary:

Orochimaru lays with Izuna, Deidara complains to someone he hopes can help, Sasuke considers his situation and decides on someone to help him...maybe.

Notes:

I had planned a sort of "Road to Ninja" type Akatsuki here because Obito and Zetsu are not members in this story, just like in that universe. However, in this Au they have traded members between Sound and themselves. I miss Sakura in this story already and we need to visit her next time, see what she's up to.

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Orochimaru watched Izuna's eyes glaze as she fell into the genjutsu he cast. If she wanted out of it she

could easily undo it. He was torn on whether he wanted her to choose staying within his illusion or not,

but he knew it was best for her to submit to the experience he had created for her.

His offer to her had been a test.

There was a part of him that had grown very fond of her and wanted her to stay, but he hadn't been around

this long because he couldn't tell when someone was plotting to betray him.

Like Izuna was doing now, not that he blamed her.

He had saved her, hidden her and covered her disappearance with a member of his team she (accidentally, granted)

murdered. He had fed, trained, and protected her for a decade. Even forced the girl who hurt her to give her

access to great power, and gave her a chance at retaliation for the wrong done to her.

Yet, regardless of his desire to be soft with her as a young girl and then as a woman, he had a reputation to

uphold. He could only be so kind to her day to day without endangering them both, and he always made

sure to ask her to pay for his help in some way whether his heart was in it or not.

Not for the first time he found that regrettable, especially because it limited how intimate he could be with her now.

Eyes were everywhere, and kissing her tenderly even with her unaware could get her killed if seen by the wrong person.

The price of power was being alone.

When he had first seen her, so young and pregnant, he winced. It was a common practice to have children so early,

especially in ninja clans when a member could be lost without a descendant if one let too much time go by, but

revolting all the same. There were better ways.

To his eyes, Izuna had just become ripe enough, an able and strong woman who inspired sexual desire rather than

simple provision and protection.

Even better , he thought, she had no idea how beautiful she'd become, or that he had every intention of letting her go.

Once she was implanted with his xenogenesis seeds, he would return her to Konoha to raise the child she would later

have in a village instead of on the run, and that was best. The child would return to him later on it's own.

Still…

He stroked her hair, twirling it in his fingers, before stopping himself and stifling a sigh.

So many had sworn their undying loyalty to him for so much less than he had given her, and though he wanted hers,

he could not help but admire her for resisting him all this time. Even the boy in her fantasy now had wanted to give

in, drawn to his power.

He opened the robe she wore, trailing his fingers along her heated skin, admiring her lithe and luscious body.

"So beautiful.", he whispered, becoming hard at the sight of her near nakedness and feeling a drop of precum

just above his belly button. He brought her to arousal quickly with two fingers on her clit, a hand roving her

body and kneading her breasts, wanting more but refraining.

She seemed nearly ready. He removed her underwear and spread her legs, gazing lustfully at her glistening center.

He opened his own robe and stepped out of his undergarments, allowing his erection to jut proudly, then ran his

fingers along her slick opening. His dick twitched in anticipation. He hadn't wanted someone so badly in a long time,

but he restrained himself until she gave him a sign of submission and continued arousing her.

Soon her breathing caught in her throat, her pale skin flushing, and a small whimper of pleasure came from

her plush lips. She had yielded.

It was time for him to join her in the illusion then, fully remind her how human she was. But first...he wanted

to see himself penetrate her. He lined up his pale, rigid cock with her entrance and wrapped his other hand

around her small waist to steady her. He focused on the sight as he slid the swollen head of his cock inside the

pretty Uchiha, hissing at the grip of her muscles around him and her dripping wetness for her imaginary lover

as he pressed on. Izuna gasped, a look of rapture on her lovely face.

In her mind, dark and lustful eyes lidded as the handsome Uchiha pushed fully inside her. She felt so stretched

and full, even wetter than she had been moments ago. Her hands flew over his skin and through his hair, hungry

to feel another this close after all this time. She marveled at his strength and build, the tension in his forearms

and his clenching abdominals making her bite her lip. It was a good dream, and as shameful as the situation was,

at least she was only complying and not begging a man old enough to be her grandfather to fuck her like she

had seen so many others do with the Snake Sannin.

After he brought her to an earth shattering orgasm a third time, she hoped she never would.

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Deidara made the long walk back to camp after the uncomfortable exchange with Izuna and his pet, watching

the sky lighten with the approaching dawn. Izuna had reminded him in many ways of his sister when he met her,

but became a dear friend. They got separated first as children, then as subjects of Orochimaru when he

was traded to the Akatsuki to spy on them. Having so few real friends left, losing one that was still alive was hard

to bear, and he wanted her back. Orochimaru would never just let her go, and now he was going to get what he

wanted from her.

Nearing the camp now, he heard boisterous laughter and rolled his eyes.

That creepy old man must be visiting again. Deidara wasn't completely sure if this guy was as great as everyone

said he was, but the three founders of Akatsuki seemed fond of him, especially Nagato.

The Uchihas lived in Konoha and this guy was from there too.

Maybe if he said something, which he wasn't sure he could refrain from now anyway, this guy might try to help Izuna?

It certainly felt better than doing nothing.

When he rounded a large tree they came into sight. Nagato's lips were curved in a soft smile, Konan's eyes were

alight with amusement, and Yahiko looked skeptical and annoyed,"Why do you think this boy is chosen for peace?

He sounds like an idiot."

"I'd like you to meet him.", Jiraiya replied, chuckling. "It's easier to understand in person."

The Toad Sannin turned to Deidara as he approached the group, eyes fixed on him, mirth fading too quickly.

"How are things with Orochimaru?"

"He's busy torturing an Uchiha girl I know.", the blonde bomber spat out.

The older man's eyes narrowed,"How do you know that?"

"He's trying to knock her up, Un.", Deidara muttered, turning his face away.

Jiraiya stood,"Which Uchiha is there with him?"

Hope seemed to slap the Iwa nin across the face at the man's concerned tone, the answer pouring out of his lips

quickly,"Izuna-chan, a crazy ass pregnant Izumi, and the clan heir."

Jiraiya eyes shot open wide. What business would Itachi have there? Wasn't Izumi his fiance? Izuna sounded

familiar but ..

"Forgive me," the older man said as he gathered his things,"I must go now. I'll bring the boy back with me."

"Goodbye, Jiraiya- sama", Konan called as he departed.

Yahiko shook his head at Deidara once the Sannin was gone.

"You shouldn't have told him that! His involvement here could make things more difficult."

"She needs help,Un!", the blonde cried.

The Rinnegan bearer of the group nodded in sympathy, but was firm,"From what you've told me, she is strong.

I'm sorry, but you know we cannot begin a war with Sound prematurely for the dignity of one woman."

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Sasuke woke up a few hours later with a stray kitten, a skinny black one with big green eyes he often fed

when they crossed paths, curled up next to him and purring loudly. He stroked the unfortunate creature,

gently waking it so he could get up. The one good thing about being clan heir, he thought, is that he would

be around to bond with and actually care for a pet. Maybe even his child someday soon. Surely his brother

would claim responsibility for the child to his parents like he had with Orochimaru, and until they were back

safely Sasuke would let him, but when they came back he would not let it stand.

He would face the music.

He wondered if he could find a tolerable wife before Itachi returned that was willing to deal with this situation.

He blinked the sleep out of his eyes and shook his head. He'd be more likely to find a four leaf clover where he sat.

Still, he knew there was no way he could be with Sakura no matter what happened with his brother.

Things had gone too wrong, and Sakura had always been so confusing.

She and her friend Ino giggled about things he'd had to look up, and it put him on edge.

The pinkette had known of sexual things he'd never even heard of among his clan, certainly not from his

brother or father, and everyone else seemed to have some idea of them too. Worried his ignorance might

be exposed to Sakura if he asked someone again (he'd tried asking Naruto, he didn't call him a blabbermouth

for nothing) because everyone talked to her, his fear of incompetence and desire for perfection with the woman

he loved drove him to the Hokage's office. After volunteering for seduction missions and reporting for training,

he was a bundle of nerves. He already regretted his decision waiting for his instructor, but had made the

commitment, and had to see it through.

Didn't he?

Realizing he would feel guilty for this the moment he saw Sakura again, that she would be heartbroken but

he should tell her, his mind ran through the thousand things he might be able to say to her.

He imagined, for the first time in all of this, her expression upon hearing of it. He never backed out of an

assignment, but hadn't he made a commitment to her first?

The desire to leave seized him and he stood.

Then, a lovely woman about ten years his senior had come in, talking softly to him and being so understanding,

seeing the conflict in his body language. He was ashamed at how easily she had made him cum in her hand, that

he had gotten the pleasure from someone else, but she strangely soothed him.

"You are learning this to gain the trust of and eliminate your targets at their most vulnerable, Uchiha-san.

No woman you have sex with on missions can survive in case of pregnancy, for the village and your clan.

It's like handling a different type of weapon, strictly for information retrieval and assassination.

Pay attention and find a way to make me vulnerable to you."

Three sessions that night and he was feeling more confident, and decidedly less guilty.

His teacher had been enthusiastic by the end and having few complaints. With a little more experience, he

was certain he could make Sakura melt for years to come, have skills his brother (who's clearly subconscious

lingering glances at her hadn't escaped his notice) would not have.

He scrubbed himself nearly raw in the shower - twice - before he saw Sakura the next day.

A part of him expected her to know somehow and recoil from his usual affections, but she completely

floored him with her behavior. He had no idea how to feel about it, other than profoundly confused, and maybe

a little (alot) paranoid.

When they had met for a picnic at the training grounds, when he saw her pretty face with cherry glossed lips

and her innocent demeanor, his heart panged heavily with gult. She had wanted them to be with each other

first and only, he agreed, and then he had stolen that from her. No sweetness from him could erase it, but he

gave it anyway, finding himself too frightened to lose her to admit what he'd done but wanting to make it up to her.

He'd said something he thought was fairly obvious to her about her beauty.

Suddenly she was in his lap, kissing him. He wrapped his arm around her waist and kissed her back, surprised

but grateful and still feeling like a jerk, when she turned more and wrapped her legs around him, slipping her

hand in his hair and her tongue into his mouth.

If he wasn't completely spent from the night before, her actions would have gotten her as far as she wanted.

Did she know? Did she suspect?

Terrified he would be caught or at least deeply resented if he didn't respond in kind and wondering frantically

why this was happening now , he groaned into the kiss, moving his other hand to her back to push her closer.

She reached back to take his hand away, only to bring it to one of her lovely little mounds, encouraging him

to squeeze it. A moan of pleasure left her lips when he complied, her nipple poking the center of his hand

through her bindings and little dress.

His mind reeled.

What the fuck? After several months of respectably dating Sakura, one night losing my virginity to someone else

and she was pushing ahead to second base the very next day? Dammit! Any other time and I would..

Sakura pulled forward and whispered hotly in his ear before nipping his lobe.

"Take me Sasuke-kun. Right now."

Sasuke blinked in disbelief, threw her off his lap and ran home, worried it was a trap.

He'd seen her be enticingly sweet twice, directly before landing a killing blow whose aftermath had made him

slightly queasy when he glanced at it. He cursed himself for not just fulfilling her request the next day, cringing

inwardly at her overall dejection in his presence for a good, long while afterwards. He had to work hard to

convince her he found her desirable after his escape. Instead of telling her the truth, he told her he was

devoted to waiting for marriage and had left to control himself before he couldn't, a lie that spectacularly

blew up in his face much worse than just wanting her badly, knowing she wanted him, and having to stick to his story.

The day she saw his mission scroll was unforgettable in the worst way.

Living with the shame of it all at a distance was bad enough. As her husband, by default?

Swinging from a tree with a rope necklace sounded better. A lot better.

The situation with Itachi was just as hopeless. How could he face his brother if he was forced to marry Sakura?

Saying he was sorry for what he did with Izumi would just be insulting if he took Sakura as well.

Maybe there was a way out? Who could he ask about these things?

Certainly not Shisui, who would love nothing more than for him to fail, and certainly not his father.

Naruto had good intentions but could bring disaster to this situation and their friendship.

Itachi was gone, and that left only one other person that might give him solid advice about a situation like this.

The only powerful outsider close to his brother,Sakura, and the clan he was likely to be responsible for

representing until his brother returned.

Sasuke smirked to himself as he headed for Hokage tower.

Kakashi might loathe him, but he was an expert on unwanted power and responsibility.