Affinity

Prompt: Gods (Request by Princess Ren)

Rating: M

Title: All Is Fair

Summary: He is War. She is Love. Opposites with personalities meant to repel sometimes have the strongest of attractions.


The night is late, but yet, she finds herself pacing the marble floors of the temple, her chiffon gown flowing behind her on the breeze.

"Goddess, please help my love prevail. Protect him."

"Goddess, just for tonight, let him love me back."

"Goddess, give me the courage to confess my love to her, or allow me to return from this great war."

The prayers of the mortals drift up to her, more numerous than any night before. However, she finds herself unable to focus on them.

As the many voices continue to prattle on with requests and pleads, she watches the flames dance in the numerous basins lining the golden room. The flames cast dancing shadows, which flicker about as the smell of aromatic oils fill her nose.

Usually she comes to her temple to find peace but tonight, not even the sound of the running stream surrounding the temple is able to soothe the goddess and her wildly beating heart.

"Goddess, you look very beautiful tonight."

She halts her steps, at the familiar voice, whispering the prayer. A voice she has learned to distinguish among all others, which is not a difficult feat since the owner is, like her, a god.

She spins towards the sound of thin sandal soles hitting the hard floor. Just in time to be swept up by two strong arms in a tight embrace. Inhaling deeply, she smells traces of fire and sandalwood, two scents she has come to associate with him.

Once stepping back, she takes in his appearance. His endless eyes look at her as if for the last time. His ebony hair just peaks out beneath the golden helmet with a large plume. He wears a golden breastplate with leather tassets attached beneath and an impressive cape of deep blue hangs from his shoulders.

"You are going to war," the goddess states, eyeing the sword strapped to his side.

"Sakura, I must," he removes the helmet and sets it on the ground. "I am sure you hear all the prayers, same as I."

He brings his hand up to cradle her chin, stroking her smooth cheek with the rough pad of his thumb. "The mortals are desperate enough to call upon me," he says before placing a chaste kiss in between her furrowed eyebrows.

"Sasuke," she whispers, "I do not like the thought of you going out there. The mortals can handle themselves."

"I'm going, Sakura," he moves closer to her, until her form practically melts into his, "so give me this night as if it could be our last."

The words strike a chord within her. The past few days had been stressful on all the gods. Tensions had been running high among the mortals and as the embodiment of War itself, it only made sense that Sasuke would have to intervene.

She knows that nothing she can say will change his mind, but finds herself pleading anyways.

"Don't go," she chokes out, unshed tears causing her viridian eyes to shine.

Then, his mouth is on hers, passionate and demanding. He kisses her as if he is a dying man and she is his vitality. As his mouth kneads against hers, his tongue waging a war with hers, he removes the midnight cape and lays it flat on ground, before lifting the goddess into his arms.

He carries her bridal style to the center of the gazebo-like temple, the large Corinthian style columns circling them. Gently, he lays her on the cape, greedily eyeing the sight of her long pink hair splayed out around her as her dress rides up, revealing perfectly sculpted legs. She inhales deeply in anticipation, her breasts rising slightly with the action.

As the firelight dances across her fair skin, the war god cannot help but think how fitting the title of Love and Beauty fit her.

Sakura's fingers dance up the front of her dress to the golden drawstring beneath the bodice. As her fingers pull the ribbon free, Sasuke unsnaps the gauntlets around his wrist, letting them fall to the ground in a clatter.

He does the same with the breastplate, as she pulls the bottom of the dress over her head.

Sasuke watches, captivated as the sheer fabric ghosts over her body, revealing everything under the concealment of white.

Now, her body lies before him, bare of any restrictions, awaiting his touch, awaiting his love.

As the rest of his own coverings drop to the ground, he loses all control.

He is the god of war, and she is the conquest, ready to be plundered.

He comes down to kneel next to her, caressing her body. She sighs in gratification the moment his skin touches hers. Slowly, he travels up and down, up and down, memorizing her soft curves. Then, he begins trailing his mouth after his appendages, tasting her everywhere.

As he climbs on top of her and feels more friction at their contact, he grows more passionate. Kissing her again, his tongue swirls all throughout her mouth, his hands grasping her soft breasts, his thighs holding her securely to him.

She hums in approval as his mouth moves to her neck and sucks on her pulse. And she brings her hands up in order to thread her fingers through his hair. When she feels his knee part her leg, brushing against her heat, she tugs on the strands slightly, earning a feral growl from Sasuke.

His hands move down to her hips, which he raises up slightly. With a small nod from the goddess beneath him, he plunges in fully.

Her hands pull his head back to her, as she gasps in pleasure, "Sasuke."

He denies her nothing, turning his head to recapture her lips, nibbling on them slightly, as he pushes into her repeatedly. Their hips grind together deliciously eliciting moans of delight from her as she clings to him like he is the only thing keeping her anchored to the world.

The mixture of sensations washing over her body causes her to shiver with delight. Cool night breeze hitting her sides as Sasuke's warm breath fans across her breasts. The sweet taste of nectar and ambrosia infusing with the spicy taste of his tongue. The pure white of the decorative ceiling clashing with the inky black spikes upon his head. The sound of her soft hums mingling with his animalistic grunts and growls.

As he memorizes her, she does the same right back, leaving no area untouched, no smooth plane of muscles unexplored. Her hands run down his muscular back, fingernails digging as he hits her g-spot.

Sakura begins writhing in pleasure, her breathing becoming more short-winded as she approaches her peak. Her legs come up to wrap around his hips, bringing him more fully into her. Then, her mouth opens and a passionate cry of his name leaves her lips as she falls over the peak of pleasure only to land securely within his arms.

As the darkness slowly bleeds to daylight, Sasuke thrusts himself into her one last time, as he feels his own end come. He grits her name out between clenched teeth as his seed empties within her.

He rolls over, only to bring her with him, until she is resting firmly on top of him; her arms splay over his chest, as her perfect legs remain intertwined with his. When his arms wrap around her, they both make a silent promise to not let go until the last possible moment.

"Goddess, you are perfect."

She moves her head in order to look directly into his dark eyes, "Please don't leave me, I don't know what I'll do if you die."

"Sakura," his says, voice firm, "I'm not going to die."

"Ares," she speaks his ancient name, one reserved for only severe situations.

He looks at her perplexed expression and kisses her, slow and steadily. He draws it out, sucking on her bottom lip, plump from their earlier actions.

"Aphrodite, do not fret for me."

Then, as a rooster crows in the distance, he removes himself from her and rises to his feet.

Sakura wraps the cape around her naked body and shuts her eyes as she hears the metallic clatter of armor. She buries her face in the cloth, eager to hide her tears from him.

Once dressed he kneels beside her, stroking her long pink locks.

"Do not cry for me," he states.

She rises to her feet, concealed by the blue of his cloak, and crosses the temple floors. She walks down the steps, disappearing for a moment.

Sasuke watches with curiosity as she returns to the room, carrying a golden apple.

"Eat this," she tells him, "it will bring you strength."

He takes the apple from her hands, and moves as if to embrace her. However, she extends her arm to stop him.

"Take this as well," she says, holding up a tan feather, one from the turtledoves that she loves so much, "to remind you of me."

After carefully taking the delicate feather and placing it into his armor, Sasuke finally embraces her, burying his nose in her neck.

"I will pray to you," he whispers, his lips moving over the sensitive skin, "always."

With that promise and yet another passionate kiss, Sasuke dons his helmet and turns to leave. Leaving behind the goddess, still wrapped in his cape.


A/N: I know they are a bit OOC (and cheesy) here, but I tried to do the whole Greek gods thing a bit differently. I'm still new to writing lemons so feedback is much appreciated!