Just One
Sakura was alone and bewildered.
'What had he said to her?'
The alcohol wasn't doing its job quite as well anymore and the kunoichi's only company in the burgundy painted washroom were the goosebumps that had followed the chill that had danced up her spine. Her body's support structure now felt cold, such a stark contrast from the enticing warmth that had just been pulling her into the deceptively veiled jaws of the assassin who personally escorted unfortunate souls to the other side as a hobby.
"I think you to be…"
She shut her eyes tightly to try and dispel the words she knew she had not misheard.
Thump.
Replaying the whole sentence in her mind was too dangerous so she settled for ripping off the black vest that now felt like it was suffocating her.
"..eat you…"
His deep voice was now a companion for the inner voice in her mind.
Its baritone seemed to stand out against the almost fuzzy sound of her own muddled thoughts.
She flushed when her mind offered a very vivid sensory recollection of the puffs of warm air that had gently caressed her lips. Sakura was too inebriated to fully comprehend the onslaught of internal struggle that the dark-haired shinobi had wrestled with.
Somewhere in the back of her mind a little voice was whispering that her body was lonely without the temptingly undomesticated touch.
Now her feet seemed that much more unsteady without the guidance of his palms. The power behind his fingers was barbaric but the gentleness of his hands was enough of a rouse to trick any victim, even one without a simple mind.
"…ness itself."
Thump.
Even her befuddled brain recognized the barely concealed despair present in the elder Uchiha's expression before he had vanished.
The wistful smile that had ghosted over his lips was sure to haunt her in the quiet hours of every night.
The protest from her forgotten bladder managed to break her from her uncollected thoughts. She took a deep breath and decided she needed to drink more.
A few minutes later she exited the washroom and using the wall for slight support, her feet carried her back to the living room where she had left her two teammates.
On the way back she thought she heard running water coming from the fourth door on her right as she passed its frame. Her unfocused thoughts were unable to linger on the question of who's room it was or who was using its shower.
The breathless venture of a saturation cloaked assassin was hushed by the uninterrupted downpour of the showerhead.
The riotous murmur of her name never reached the ignorant kunoichi's ears.
When she entered the living room again her slightly blurry vision fell onto the blonde mass of hair that was stuck to the table's surface. Her lips quirked up before she laughed slightly, forgetting her precarious thoughts from the stumble she'd taken in the hallway.
However, the laugh expired in her throat when she caught the eyes of the youngest Uchiha observing her.
There was a moment where she felt stuck in place, as if the soles of her bare feet were glued to the wood surface beneath them.
His eyes were particularly devastating in the way they seemed to erode the clothing from her frame. Her breath hitched in her throat when the warm breeze across her bare skin alerted her to the fact that she had forgotten her black vest on the floor of the washroom.
The black mesh tank top she was wearing did an abysmal job of hiding her figure. The 3-inch straps lay over her shoulders and the rest of the top hugged her chest and torso in a manner that made it easy for Sasuke to tell she wasn't wearing any bindings underneath.
The heat present on his cheeks from the sake was contagious and spreading to settle behind his eyes.
His mind rose to conduct an ensemble of soaked fabric images before his sluggish self-control could intervene.
The sound of water and out of breath pants harmonized with the orchestra of hardened pink peaks moving in time with the phantom bounce of generously low creases. The audience of his consciousness marveled once again at their performance, but the last shred of his self-control whispered that an encore would be his undoing.
He managed to lift his eyes from the pronounced swell of her mounds and took satisfaction in the nervousness he had provoked in her. He swallowed the smirk threatening the corner of his lips when Sakura nearly lost her footing as she tried to move closer to the table.
"Did you fall in?" the tease had its intended effect and made the blush on her cheeks burn brighter.
Her left eye twitched before she blew out an irritated puff of air before she lowered to her knees on the cushion at the table across from him.
"I am not drunk enough." she grumbled under her breath to herself but Sasuke's trained ears caught the quiet confession.
Her right hand was quickly reaching for the dark green bottle in the middle of the table but he reached it with a speed that almost frightened her.
"Mouuu Sasuke!" the pink haired woman was pouting in such a way that made him want to personally replace it with something else.
This time the smirk pulling at his lips invaded the stoic line of his mouth.
"Hn."
The low and amused utter of the word was neither a question nor an offer.
His right arm lazily dragged his large hand with the last bottle of sake in its possession back towards himself. He enjoyed the way her eyes were drawn to his movement. His hand reflexively gripped the mouth of the bottle tighter when he noticed her cloudy eyes trained on the length of his fingers.
Unbidden, the look of delighted satisfaction on her face as she perched herself on his upper chest flashed through his mind with an instantaneous repercussion.
Heat had ruptured inside of his abdomen with retribution and before his hazy mind could stop his delinquent mouth, the word was already hanging in the air.
"Come."
Sakura's entire body froze at the voice pitch her ears recognized.
The only other noise in the room was the soft snores of the fallen shinobi to their side.
The level of depth in his voice matched the same one she had heard when he had unforgivingly used his stature to pin her right knee beneath him while suspend her left leg over the strong muscle of his right thigh. The same way his left hand had struck like lightning to grip her right wrist and drag it to his waist, his low voice was now pinning her in the same way.
The command he'd given beside her right ear echoed once again in her mind.
"Did I lie?" the memory made her flush in repeated indignation.
His coercion held the same cunning and power it had the first time she encountered it.
The lack of shyness behind onyx encouraged her light-headedness. Green eyes lowered back to the bottle in his incarceration and decided that it was too great a risk to listen to the whispers in her mind that suggested he might have had a different instruction in mind.
She was diving her right hand toward the bottle across the table in an instant, but her hands only ended up grasping at thin air.
She smacked the table's surface with her palm when the smirk on his face broadened in an infuriating way.
Emerald flashed in warning at him.
"I promise to pour you."
The way he was toying with her was making Sakura's blood boil and she was just about ready to strangle him. Her inebriated mind couldn't put her finger on what was so strange about the brooding man teasing her like this.
She huffed and in the next instant, she unsteadily scrambled around the corner of the table with every intention to snatch the bottle from his hand.
But before she could make it to her goal his left hand shot out and gripped the edge of the middle of her tank top and pulled it to the floor between his openly spread legs. He had shifted his position in anticipation that she would attempt to seize the bottle.
"Sas-!" the frantic yelp was cut off by the action of his strong hand.
The way he pulled the fabric down to the floor caused her body to fall into a kneeling position before him. She barely caught her weight on the palms of her two hands on either side of his left arm. Her thighs were spread wide in an effort to hold her upper body from falling into his lap. The back of her feet cushioned the sides of her bottom as she stared up with wide eyes at the poorly concealed look on his face.
His eyes held an amusement that spelled nothing good for her.
To any onlooker it would have seemed she had crawled up to him, eager for his attention.
But she hadn't needed to beg for his attention when she commanded it without explicit order.
Sasuke looked down at the creature he'd caught in fascination. He admired the irritation across her features. It spoke to a more unrefined part of himself, the one that liked the intensity he had the ability to draw out. Sasuke found the fury in her eyes unusually attractive.
While maintaining the strong hold his left hand possessed on her body's position, he lazily lifted the bottle in his right slightly higher than her soft lips. With amusement he watched her eyes flicker away from him and to the bottle suspended a few inches above her lips.
The potential of a thrill was manifesting at the base of his spine as he unconsciously pulled her tank top a little further down and towards himself across the wood beneath it.
"Aita."
Dark eyes were too focused on the beckoning of rosy lips that choked his attention to see the flex of her fingers tips pressed onto the floor under the strain of his pull.
Thump.
His heart skipped a beat when the flesh of her bottom lip pulled away slowly from the top one.
Sakura's mind was hazy from the other brand of alcohol infiltrating her bloodstream. The smell of whiskey was permeating in the space around her and it was enough to make her dizzy. The alcohol-increased heat from his body was enveloping her senses and took away every bit of defiance she had possessed just a moment ago.
Her eyes flickered to his mouth when another word fell from them.
"Mottoda.."
His voice was barely louder than a whisper and she suddenly became very aware of how close his knuckles were to the apex between her thighs. The distance was sordid and the hoarseness in his voice only served to ignite heat inside of her core.
Her mouth answered his petition and she dropped her jaw lower.
"..Chodo."
Enthralled, she watched the slow part of his own lips.
And bewitched, she followed the flicker of his tongue to kiss the edge of his left canine tooth.
Sasuke's control snapped and his right hand was tipping the bottle down without the precision he was known for.
The liquor fell like a waterfall into her awaiting mouth, his eyes admired the way it spilled in overflow over the curves of her lips.
Stopping his pour, Sasuke held his breath as the sake dribbled down over her chin and fell to her exposed chest. His left fist tightened again around the mesh material of her tank top as he watched the liquor make a path down her neck and over her collar bones.
Arousal was heavily clouding his mind as he watched the movement of her throat as she easily swallowed the strong liquid.
His length stirred in excitement when he caught the playful flicker of her tongue over her lips.
The curve of them alluded to the fact that she had enjoyed his pour.
Another twitch in the confines of his slacks caused him to dip the bottle again with the same lack of precision.
This time he deliberately dragged her shirt further across the ground and towards himself.
Sasuke forgot to breathe when her left hand lifted from the floor to grip his outstretched leg. He was so distracted by the small hand on his right knee and the liquid disappearing down her popped cleavage that he forgot to stop pouring.
He felt his entire length jerk when Sakura simply offered her tongue to catch his pour when she was unable to swallow any more of the liquid burning her throat. He watched with rapt attention while the alcohol slipped off her pink tongue and all over the lower part of her jaw and chest.
"You like that?" Sasuke didn't even realize he'd asked and when he did he found the sense to stop pouring.
Sakura's nipples hardened upon hearing the curiosity in his hoarse voice.
It was a slow motion of her eyes lifting from his mouth but the impact was swift.
He knew his arousal couldn't possibly get any thicker than it was when he saw the agreement in the haze of green.
And that was about all Sasuke could handle before his head dipped down to her chest and his tongue lapped the liquor from the flesh of her chest all the way up to her throat.
It was about the time that Sakura moaned that Itachi ripped himself away from the doorway and disappeared down the hall.
He had been walking to get a glass of water from the kitchen when his eyes caught pastel in his living room.
His legs had refused to move when he saw the position Sakura had fallen down into because of Sasuke's grip on her tank top. Ink-colored eyes were glued to her position on the floor in front of his little brother. He could sense the tension in the room even from where he was standing, slightly hidden by the shadows of the doorway.
His sensibility retreated when the bottle of sake had tipped down towards her open mouth and it had all but fled when he caught sight of her tongue flattening to catch the pour.
His mind was drawn to remember the feel of her pink tresses in the grip of his right hand, the small hands fisted on his thighs over his slacks and worst of all he was picturing the same flatness of her tongue underneath his desk.
He should have been embarrassed but his member was far too engorged for that to be an option.
He completely stopped breathing when his younger brother's words reached his ears.
"You like that?"
He had never been so jealous in his entire life, than he was at that moment. He desperately wanted to see the answer in her eyes too. Just as close as his brother was. His length jerked when the body language of his younger brother became hostile.
He wanted to see what Sasuke had seen.
But he settled for the red of her dripping and indecently exposed chest. He could see how hard her nipples were from where he was standing and his palm was already on his erection in an effort to soothe it. He imagined it to be himself when wild raven locs dipped down to her breasts and he imagined it to be his tongue that licked the expanse of her creamy throat.
He had managed one stroke of his cloth-covered length before Sakura's moan shattered his fantasy and brought him to reality.
Ripping his eyes away, he fled from the scene.
Water forgotten, he slammed his bedroom door behind himself.
He clenched his eyes shut, chest heaving under the burden of his self-control.
His length ached with the desire to be touched.
The alcohol slipping off the cradle of her flat tongue flashed over and over in his mind.
Itachi's slacks were obnoxiously constricting and the temperature of the summer night was stifling.
A groan slipped from his lips when the effort to clear his mind failed.
Her hardened nipples were stamped into his brain and the knowledge that she had been turned on was eating away at him.
He had a sickening fascination with the way she had obediently listened to his younger brother's commands.
"Mottoda."
His mind was drowning in images of Sakura listening to the same command from his own lips while she kneeled between his thighs. The memory of her hair tickling his thighs caused a new sensitivity over the flesh of his arousal.
"Kuso." The curse that dropped from his lips was foreign to his own mouth.
He'd never before had a need for it in his vocabulary. But it seemed to be the only word that he could think of.
He opened his eyes only for them to lower to the obvious strain of his length against the fabric of his slacks. The black material was protruding from his hips in a way that made him hate his inability to move from the living room doorway.
The throbbing was becoming unbearable and Itachi knew he was teetering on a very dangerous line.
He waited for the jerks of his rebellious length to stop but they only seemed to get worse.
His mind became focused on a different liquid with a different consistency being poured onto her pink tongue.
Itachi's breathing was becoming embarrassingly shallow. A dark red hovered over the bridge of his nose and his hands were gripping the closed door behind him. The swollen flesh of his arousal was desperately calling out for him to soothe its ache and with each flash of pastel in his mind, it grew louder.
He dropped to his knees when the pressure became too much. His ponytail swinging over his right shoulder and in front of him as he dropped his head in exhaustion.
One.
A traitorous voice whispered in the assassin's mind.
Only to ease the pain.
He grit his teeth in frustration, knowing better.
His length was now pulsing with a heartbeat that was stronger than his own.
Just One.
And then his resolve crumbled slightly.
The precum that was soaking his briefs felt sticky on the fingertips of the right hand he had snuck into his slacks.
"H-h…." Itachi bit his lip to stop the shameful moan that had escaped his throat.
He told himself that he'd give himself one stroke.
Just.
His right hand slid across the engorged flesh trapped inside of his slacks and stopped at the base of his thickness.
One.
His length trembled with excitement as his long fingers wrapped around his shaft before he brutally increased the strength of his grip.
"H-h-…ha." He closed his eyes as pleasure exploded in his groin, the movement of his fist from his base to the tip caused him to hunch over, his left hand flying to the ground to support his heavy weight.
He tried to unwrap his fingers from the heated flesh of his arousal but they didn't seem to listen. Every time he managed to unwrap more than one finger they'd protest violently and fasten back to his arousal against his wishes.
Itachi groaned when his hips trembled enough to poorly imitate a shallow thrust. The soaked fabric of his briefs rubbed in an abusive way across the head of his arousal and made his already weak resolve even weaker.
The brutal strength of his own grip was normally used to steal souls but here it was, trying to deliver his own to a master that had no room for him.
Her tongue flashed again in his mind and without meaning to his hips push forward in an attempt to reach the imaginary muscle.
A chorus of her moan reverberated through his skull and just like that, his soul enslaved itself to her. Like the reload of a shotgun, Itachi's grip slid down to the base of his thickness and pumped himself hard enough to shoot a spurt of precum into his already soaked briefs.
"Nn-n." he could hear how ragged his breathing had become.
Itachi knew it was wrong as her face flashed behind his closed eyes.
But.
Itachi was too far gone.
And one stroke hadn't been enough.
His shaft became slick with the precum his fingers gathered from his leaking slit and one pump became two, and two pumps became three, and three became four.
And somewhere along imagining Sakura moaning around his length and feeling horribly guilty, Itachi's seed erupted violently inside the confines of his slacks.
He managed to rip his hand out from beneath his black briefs when he realized the first second of release had aroused him even more than he was before.
Spring was on his lips as a winter flood of white sloshed all over the inside of his anbu garment.
His left hand gripped the floor tighter when his arousal remained just as thick and just as needy as it had been when he was standing at his living room's doorway.
"Kuso."
Hadn't Itachi told himself….
Just one?
AN:
teehee.
I do I do
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