A Single Change in Pressure
The Uchiha matriarch's curiosity was peaked.
It seemed odd to her.
When her eldest son and nephew suddenly took a brand-new interest in gardening.
A small voice was nagging in her mind that there was something strange in the summer air.
Tending to the garden had long been a task that she herself was responsible for.
Not that she minded.
She watched from the window with interest as the two dark-haired assassins knelt in the grass while they methodically weeded the soil with their skilled hands.
Shisui seemed to be particularly focused on ripping the stubborn weeds out by the root from the soil. His wild hair was tucked behind his left ear while the rest of his dark curls fell around his perspiration covered face.
Mikoto absent mindedly tapped her foot against the floor while she tried to think of what could have triggered the development.
Itachi's hair was not in its usual tidy ponytail, instead he had gathered the chest length ribbons of black silk into a hazardous updo.
The stray whisps of hair falling from the messy bun caused her eldest to look less sophisticated than he normally did.
It was a Saturday.
The sun was shining, the sky was blue, and all seemed to be peaceful.
She was pulled from her thoughts when the familiar sound of Naruto yelling boisterously at her youngest son reached her ears.
The petite woman smiled to herself when two other voices cut through the air in unison.
She could faintly hear the exasperated and resounding "Shut up."
Down the hall, in the same living room they had all been drinking in two days before,
"Why does my neck hurt so much!?"
Emerald flitted to onyx, where it was greeted with a poorly hidden spark of fire.
In a panic, emerald flew away from the charcoal embers threatening to reignite.
Her body chose at that moment to remember a wetness that did not belong to her.
Sakura's brain did not help her when it provided a memory that was equally trifling.
"Aita."
Face on the verge of melting she coughed awkwardly to hide the color of her cheeks with her fist.
"Try a different bed?"
Her heart stumbled before picking up to a gallop when the right corner of the raven-haired man's lips twitched.
Her neck tingled with the memory of more than miniscule movements across its texture.
The smell of barely extinguished flames still burned the inside of her nose.
It was almost as if the whisky she had not been drinking had a stronger taste.
Taking on an entirely new smokiness that burned her dry throat.
The only thing that soothed the parch of her throat was the scent of rain that stuck to Sasuke's body like a fresh roll of paint.
The smell aroused an outdoor-kind of wildness insider her that only spelled trouble for her.
It made her impatient, in the way storm clouds behaved.
Saturated to the fullest extent possible, only waiting for a single change in pressure to release the first drop of raw energy.
Sasuke calmly and intently watched his casual suggestion reach its target audience.
Sasuke's tongue ran over his lower lip when his dark eyes located the spot just under her right ear becoming splotchy with crimson. It became a difficult task for his expression to remain neutral. His collar felt hot as his ears began ringing with the sounds of her timid moans.
The way they hardened his length was almost worse than the first time he had heard them drop from her lips.
Being sober had allowed him to remember the interaction better, where his own body wasn't overwhelming his mind.
He could remember.
Her shyness and effort to hide the true nature of her approval that night set something off inside of him. He had woken up the next morning already hard underneath his pajama pants, a torrent of flashes, all pastel and all liquor stained breasts flooding into his mind like an avalanche.
He had spent half an hour under cold water to chill the arousal sweeping his body.
Casually, he lifted his left arm and rolled back his navy long sleeve top, silently noting the way his action drew her darkened emerald eyes to the exposed skin like death following life. He could barely remove the unbridled excitement from his ink-colored eyes.
He had an affinity for the way she watched him.
He allowed his left hand to drop, open-palmed beneath the table's edge, followed by an unnecessary flexing and stretch of his wrist and forearm as he used his right hand to tuck the fabric of his shirt just below his elbow.
Her eyes glazed over with a certain kind of nature that he had yet to have seen.
Darkened emerald suddenly had a shine to them that convinced him he was staring into diamonds.
But these false colored diamonds hadn't ever left the fire.
They were cut by a master's hand that never burned.
A hand who's laziness held a refinement that put the highest of class to shame.
And each messy laceration onto their surface reflected light 100 times more than even the finest of craftsmanship.
This diamond was owned by the rough.
Never to be let free.
The chaos that bled into his veins was enough to startle Sasuke.
The throb below his hips vibrated up his spine, and it made him take far too long to raise his left hand from its stretch.
The veins across his hand had exploded into vision and he felt such a restlessness in them that he unconsciously flexed and relaxed his fist twice.
He was distracted by the off-colored sparkle that danced off the pressured flames behind her eyes.
It's reflective quality held a kind of affluency that inflicted greed with ease.
Devoid of pride, he acknowledged the true poverty
he had been living,
if you could indeed call it that,
in.
Sasuke desired to know all of the parts of everything he did not know about all of her colors.
His left hand twitched with the desire to be reunited with the smooth skin of her lower abdomen, this time to watch how her eyes shone.
Her wicked red was an attractive but devasting cousin of her coy pastel.
And the two were beginning to make a mess all over neck.
Sasuke was losing track of which was the culprit for his own unruliness.
He had, prior, never felt power quite as strong as when her muscles flexed against his palm.
Wielding it made him irrationally covetous for more.
He needed to feel her very life, in his hands.
His left hand finally lay to rest in a hover over his water glass.
And then it became time for his research to commence.
Sasuke's flexed middle finger idled over the rim of his glass of water, slowly moving in a less than innocent tease over its surface.
He noted the birth of a different color sparkle each time he interrupted his finger's movement.
He especially liked the shade that his reversed motions created. It seemed to shine brighter than the rest.
The following color that would bleed in was responsible for the raw curiosity tracing his next action.
The poorly hidden anticipation made him wet his lips again.
Sakura, who he could tell was fighting her hardest to keep the color off her chest, turned her head sharply to the right after his fourth finger joined in his middle's seduction. It had been frustratingly difficult for Sakura to remove her eyes from the slow motion of his fingers retreating and advancing over the glass's edge in an effort of hypnosis.
She had completely lost track of what her blonde teammate had said after Sasuke had made the trifling suggestion.
Her nipples hardened beneath her bindings in needy response to the visual temptation.
"Or the floor."
Sakura's heart was pounding and becoming weak.
Naruto's words had long since become muffled in her ears.
When she gathered the strength to lift her eyes back to him, Sasuke's dark eyes making a quick glance down to the peaks he had dreamed about before returning to his glass caused warmth to flourish from her stomach down to her thighs.
She was fascinated by his ability to multitask.
Sasuke knew Sakura had stopped listening and it made him alarmingly horny that her curiosity was the type to dismiss everything else.
His attention on the glass rim became rough.
His eyes managed to relocate to her after his mind had wondered the texture of her nipples underneath her shirt and got carried away with their curiosity.
The integrity renewal of red's pigment had become the effort of her breasts' skin.
Stiff.
He had exposed his preference for the texture of her nipples.
The way his fingers previously caressed the glass told her that he enjoyed all states of her body.
The cotton of her panties were no longer completely dry.
It felt like the air on a morning before a night of rain.
The persuasion to wet every surface in its contact had already begun.
She ripped her eyes away from his fingers only to get wrangled by the moisture on his bottom lip.
Their softness seemed to be melting in comfort under the heavy and comfortable weight of his mouth's saliva.
She was convinced his mouth barely participated in obedience to his mind.
It was always doing things before he mentally decided for it to.
She had not known any part of Sasuke to be overly social.
But odd.
That his tongue was particularly turbulent and without orderly command.
It possessed a friendly nature that seduced her every sense.
However, it was perhaps the third most selfish part of him.
It always became greedy with the attention that it received from its personal hellos. It's constantly taste hungry disposition often left it lonely. He hadn't realized how truly hungry the disposition until his tongue had greeted his favourite part of her. The kind of desperate loneliness that had lost its use for searching upon finding a home.
Regardless of which way he let the texture of her skin rub against his tastebuds, the taste was without fault each time.
The second most selfish part of him were his lips.
They craved hydration and caresses, anything that would allow them a lasting softness.
Their care for tenderness had the tendency to desire in excess, for the tenderization of her teeth could do no wrong. He welcomed every overwhelming pressure on their flesh. He enjoyed the way his lips would fill with blood before spilling from the draw of her teeth's edges.
.
His body and all his senses were in revolt over which part could enjoy her most, in the forefront of his mind.
His eyes had become thieves.
His hands to bailiffs,
His skin appointed judge.
His imagination governed with the sensibility to bring peace when it would provide a memory that would satisfy all under her rule.
.
The most selfish part of him was one Sakura couldn't see from her vantage above the table.
A hard kind of jealousy, that lacked any concept of fairness or balance.
It desired her every attention, all at the same time, at every moment.
Without having conducted enough research, Sasuke still had a conclusive answer that the most selfish part of him would not be able to choose a favorite part of her.
Unwilling to part with any essence of her.
The tug of arousal in his belly had become a habitual activity of his lower body.
He forgave the flesh of his arousal for being poor handlers of the overflow of blood swelling in them.
Neither did he consider its sensitivity a punishment, if anything it was his body's atonement for having so long neglected hers.
He was sure that her curiosity about how much sensitivity his body could handle matched his own.
He oddly wondered when he began enjoying pain, because that's what it was.
.
An infliction on all of Sasuke.
.
An ache that he could never hope to heal.
It could be soothed as many times over, but its burn would always remain and leave him hollow.
His mind became distracted with a method of soothing for his fingers.
A pressure that could ease their restlessness.
Without realizing, his middle and fourth fingers moved in unison to lift away from the glass, bending at the knuckle and drawing his fingertips in an usher towards his own palm. It was a slow recoil that lasted for a second before the tight strain of his fingers snapped loose and his fingertips now pushed purposefully against the rim of his glass again.
As his fingers stilled there, as if in fact, inside of her core, she felt the torrential nature of her wetness. Burdened with a purpose to cover every surface he gave to her.
And just so could bask in its feel, she wanted to determine the saturation level he needed.
Sasuke stopped breathing when Sakura pushed herself from the table with a force that exposed her instability.
"T-omato." She offered clumsily as she argued with her legs to move her away from the table.
She denied him eye contact out of pure necessity.
She wasn't going to risk doing something she normally would never do in front of others.
She still could not believe her willingness to answer Sasuke's questions the other night.
She provided her undivided attention and honesty when he had asked her if she had liked receiving his pour.
What he hadn't accounted for was that she would be confident that she liked every single one he possessed.
Her eyes had made her lack of preference entirely apparent.
And her inebriation had nothing to do with the silliness behind her eyes that barely hid her inappropriate relish.
It had caused his chakra to coat her body so heavily that it had lingered on her body after the interruption had separated their bodies.
Her mind offered the swoop of his raven locks as his mouth dropped to let his tongue taste her. Swallowing, she walled of the memory of the flat surface and texture of his most inviting aspect.
She would not hope to leave the room if she thought back to its complete lack of predictability across her skin.
A kind of curiosity that couldn't be contained and could never hope to develop any standard method of order.
A kind of curiosity that could never be fooled into thinking it possessed the endurance to not be messy.
But watching the way her eyes seemed to dance, he cut loose all of his pride.
The most selfish part of him, confined in his white slacks, had long since started its begging.
"Gross, why would you want to put that in your mouth!?"
Naruto's voice caused a dangerous part of Sasuke to wonder what his threshold for denial was while an insecure part of himself became unable to worry about his possible lack of threshold, for the anxiety was too great.
Her blonde teammate's words seemed to be the guiding force for her own feet to start listening to brain.
She walked away from the table as fast as she could because Sakura's memory was a little too clear as well.
She walked out of the kitchen and slipped through the south quarter's sliding door and to the outdoors. Sakura remembered with great anxiety the strength of trance that his middle and fourth fingers possessed. She closed her eyes but continued to see the vision of how the two pushed in agonizing slowness away from each other.
The spread of his fingers over the rim succeeded in releasing an imagination far too wild.
And her pristine memory of him plastering himself to her was a bad influence.
Sasuke exhaled when her presence finally released its clutch from around his lungs.
The abruptness of her movements and the sudden change of visual angle of her face immediately filled his mind with the memory of dampness on the slacks that he hadn't been able to bring himself to throw in the laundry basket. His self-control did not stop him from lifting the fabric to his nose when he had returned to his room after dropping Sakura at her apartment.
As Naruto continued to talk about something Sasuke had no curiosity about he made sure to control the movement of his chest.
In a surprising show of self-control, Sasuke was able to cool the arousal that had threatened to pluck him from his side of the table and mold into hers.
He knew very well, only she had enabled it by releasing the electricity in the room before it struck its master.
For he was far exceedingly at risk of doing things he would normally never do in front of others.
Sasuke began to question the very nature of sensibility in the kitchen while Itachi lost all sense of sensibility in the south wing garden.
Sakura had rounded the corner of the south complex with such a stifling amount of chakra that Itachi immediately found it hard to breathe.
She had rounded the corner of the complex with such a stifling amount of blush on her chest that he immediately found it hard to think.
And it was especially the way she rounded the corner with such a nasty-looking kind of cloudy curiosity in her eyes that Itachi immediately had her pinned to the brick of the complex's wall.
Sakura gasped in a pitch that his ears recognized again with fever.
And Itachi's lips slanted across hers in a way that was far more immoral.
Sakura registered that a heat was everywhere.
Cinammon spiced her senses in the most delightful way, while tobacco scraped its way down her dry throat.
Soft lips were dragging against hers in a blind need.
She was moaning into Itachi's mouth quicker than her body could tense.
His body moved at double her spped and it instilled in her a thrill that echoed through the garden.
A strong hand forcibly lifted her body off the ground to lift her one handed by her right hip against the complex wall while another hand restrained her left hand behind her back, in the very small confined space between her body and the complex wall.
Her brain was hot, fuzzy, and disoriented.
His hips pushing with a bruising force up between her thighs assaulted her senses in a way that made her less sensible than she normally was.
His tongue was already lapping at hers, her own mouth having opened for him without thought.
The hum of Itachi's moan into her mouth as he captured it with ease caused her wetness to worsen.
The shocking heat now pressed in a dirty advance against her core tore the last shred of sensibility she might have possessed.
Her hips were bucking against him before either of them realized.
The groan from his lips was followed by an aggressive pull of her tongue into his mouth.
His mouth began sucking her soul out of her body before a rowdy thrust of his hips knocked it back into her.
She could only whine in oversensitivity as her tongue was roughed in the most pleasurable, wet way.
The push of his tip and its unforgiving rub over her cloth covered clit caused a buck from her hips so undisciplined that Itachi nearly dropped her.
Itachi managed to lose enough of the intensity of suction on her tongue that his mind had a split second of sensibility push its way through the fog of his arousal.
He ripped his mouth from hers, without discipline shoving his hips to pin her own against the complex wall.
The hazardous strands of pastel falling from Sakura's head were just as wild as the strands falling from Itachi's messy updo.
He had just enough sensibility to yank her arm at a sharper angle behind her back and not thrust up into her when her hips tried to whine against his own.
"Sakura stop it now."
He had never dreamed he would say the words.
Her panting was making his mind blur completely.
He risked opening his eyes and it was one he really shouldn't have taken.
She was damp against his slacks and her eyes had a curiosity that had sharpened into something delightfully frightening.
Her left hand was forgotten and his right hand flew into her pastel locs to steady himself against her.
He tried to turn his head to the right, to escape her,
her lips,
her tongue,
her teeth,
but her eyes held him in a deadlock that demanded his never leave.
His nose was soon moving to stroke the length of hers in response, and his breath soon moving to mingle with her own again, and his lips soon moved to govern her mouth under his own.
With her hands free to move, her right had fastened to the band that held his hair in restraint while her left hand scraped its nails up the back of his neck.
With another flick of her hand,
a band was lost and moan found on her lips.
The beautiful curtain of ink that fell over his body after her release of his band made her dizzy with its scent.
It's texture, softness, and feel was fascinating.
Before she could further explore his sensitive scalp, two swift hands roughly pinned her wrists above her head in desperation.
His tongue took one more agonizingly slow minute before finally breaking from hers.
"I-I'm sorry." He found his chest tight and anxiety was crippling his very soul.
His inability to allow her body to descend from its perch atop his hips made him sick.
But the feeling was quickly replaced with wicked fascination when a force whipped his body along with Sakura's to reverse position. As his back roughly met brick, Itachi's curiosity got the better of him.
He watched the way her bruised lips dropped open when a broad chest plastered itself to her back.
He groaned hoarsely when his lack of control over stilling her hips caused a sinful rub over his length in response to Shisui's presence.
Itachi felt like he was going to pass out with the knowledge that she was so easily influenced by sensations that she clearly desired.
She had indeed enjoyed hanging between them during that first encounter in the hallway.
And it was safe to say there was a name for the color he may or may not have seen from under his desk.
Sakura's delight with so much attention was naughty enough for him to almost not regret touching what did not belong to him. Her curiosity was so enticing that he didn't stop his cousin when he pulled her jaw to the left and behind her shoulder.
He watched fascinated at the technique Shisui used to tease her mouth open with his tongue.
It was different than the hot pursuit his own lips had taken.
Instead it had an art about its laziness that worked more efficiently than Itachi's own to draw her tongue out to play.
The flatness of his tongue, full-heartedly dragging up from her chin to just below her upper lip drew her own's engagement in a split second.
Her tongue moved just as flat and just as rough against his and forcefully scraped the edges of her teeth onto the length of his tongue before closing her mouth around his tongue with an intensity that made Shisui weak.
That's all it took for the assassin to rip her body from Itachi's hips and onto his own.
Her moan around his tongue when her core finally met his arousal sent shivers down Shisui's spine.
His hands were stuck around her, his left on her jaw, and his right at the small of her back.
Shisui pushed her jaw away from his face, relishing the drag of her teeth and suction over his tongue.
His dark wild locs her were tangled between her fingers and his cheeks were red enough to make Sakura embarrassed.
Despite having been the more chaotic of the two cousins, Shisui had a better handle on his self-control than even Itachi.
But it wasn't working the way it was supposed to anymore.
The throb under her thighs was at its worst.
And he entertained a dangerous hope.
Shisui's mouth was brushing hers again, head pulling towards hers, hoping for the riotous motion of her tongue over his lips.
But his sensibility tried to make an appearance.
It took everything not to lick the entire length of her sweet lips.
"Sakura-chan, you better stop."
The twitch of his fingers around her jaw told Sakura that Shisui's words betrayed his own inner desires.
The drop-in pitch of his usually playful voice alerted her to his absolute sternness on the subject.
He had always been one to look after his best friend.
And right now he was fighting with himself to be that reliable support.
His grey eyes were hidden behind closed eyelids, his dark eyebrows pinching together in what looked like pain. His length was so delighted with the dampness against it that he could not physically remove the offending source for 2 minutes.
During that time Itachi had regained his mind and enough sense to eventually grab her hips to push her away from his cousin's.
He couldn't blame the way Shisui's hand lingered around her jaw before she was released from his grip.
Itachi let out a sigh when her feet touched the ground.
"Why?"
Her question caught both of them so off guard that neither breathed for a moment.
Shisui's hand was back at her jaw with a speed and insanity that expedited a wild thrill up her spine in a way she hadn't been prepared for.
"Do you want to find out Sakura-chan?"
Her body froze in fear or excitement, it was impossible to tell.
She had never heard anyone speak with a tone so frighteningly calm.
Dark grey clouds looked almost far away enough to be safe, but with just the same speed and insanity, the storm was capable of breaking at a single change in pressure.
The volatility of lightning in the assassin's body had a greater threshold than even Sasuke.
Her sensibility.
Told her that she better stop.
So she shut her eyes, waited for Shisui's fingers to slip from her jaw, and then walked towards the vegetable garden 4 minutes after both chakra signatures flickered out of existence at the same time.
It took 4 minutes for Sakura's brain to think of a sensible reason as to why she shouldn't want to find out exactly what she wanted to know.
And another 2 minutes, for Sakura's bruised lips to stop cursing everything in sight.
Lastly, it took one more minute for Sakura's hands to pluck the ripest tomato she could find.
Its flesh matched the shade of her lips.
And it took another 5 minutes of washing chakra over her whole body to cool it.
It took a particularly long time for the glow over her chakra to appear over the fingers that rested against attractively bruised lips.
'Why did she feel this way?'
UPDATE: ya'll my laptop got stolen and i was just about finished the next chapter ugh. i am so sorry but i can't afford to buy a new one for a long time but i am not giving up on this story, i just need to save up. thanks for following along and being super awesome. When i update this story i am going to make sure to create more dialogue and way more intimate scenarios, because a lot of you really love the shisui and itachi moments. same here same here dudes.
maaaaaaaaaaaaaaan life really got me fucked up this time tho lmao.
alas. i will be back, don't worry. I'm also gonna be revamping some of my old stuff to because my writing back then... ahahaha could have been better.
thanks again guys, your reviews make my day
AN:
Was listening to Daisy by ashnikko
Sasuke and Sakura's scene was inspired by Selena Gomez's part in Icecream by BLACKPINK
Do you guys like the play on depth to their feelings of attraction?
Let me know if it sounds stupid or if it's creative and works well.
Thanks