When he hung up the phone, Sasuke went to turn off his lights, but was stopped suddenly when he heard a very faint knock coming from the other side of his bedroom door. With brows furrowed in confusion, he moved to open it and was stunned when he realized who it was that was standing on the other side; a knowing grin upon the other male's lips. He hasn't seen him for—

"Is that any way to great your favorite person?"

Sasuke swallowed; his mind racing and his heart pounding for some unknown reason. "Itachi..."

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"So, I heard from an anonymous source that you and Sakura have still been getting up to no good, little brother. Care to explain yourself...," the older Uchiha questioned him calmly; crossing his arms over his muscular chest in a slightly disapproving manner.

The thin, dark fabric of his t-shirt stretching over his biceps in the process, and his eyes narrowed significantly when Sasuke's face grew tight with anger. The young man's knuckles grew white as he balled his hands into fists. "Damn, that Hyūga and his big mouth...," Sasuke hissed under his breath.

"Don't blame him for your woes, little brother. It's not his fault that you can't keep it in your pants."

Sasuke noticeably flinched, when Itachi gave him a stern, disapproving glare. He couldn't meet his gaze after that and looked away before plopping onto his plush mattress with a loud sigh; his head hanging in both guilt and shame.

"I'm sorry, Nīsan. You shouldn't have come home for this. It's my responsibility and I'm the one who needs to deal with it."

Itachi exhaled slowly; his posture visibly relaxing before he went to sit on the opposite side of his younger sibling. "Look Sasuke, I'm not angry with you... and you don't need to be angry with Neji either. He's just trying to look out for you; both of you. The two of you used to be best friends; what happened?"

Sasuke turned his head and rubbed his eyes with his fingers before leaning forward and placing his forearms against his thighs. "Honestly, I have no idea. We weren't ever really that close anyway."

Itachi chucked lowly and bumped his brother's shoulder with his own. "Weren't that close, huh? I distinctly remember a time when the two of you got so scared of something that you called for me to come help you, and when I found you... you were huddled in a corner together, hugging each other... and crying. I remember lots and lots of crying."

Sasuke scoffed and bumped his brother back. "I wasn't crying. I was..."

"Weeping...," Itachi offered; a smirk pulling at his thin lips. "Perhaps you can call it sobbing, wailing or maybe even whimpering and sniveling..."

"Okay, okay," Sasuke groaned in both annoyance and embarrassment. "I get it. Can we talk about something else now; anything else. Please."

Itachi playfully ruffled his brother's hair (in a very teasing manner) and looked at his sibling with an inquisitive scrutiny. "Okay, change of subject and back to my original reason for visiting you. Why are you still being so reckless with your... shall we say encounters... Sasuke? Why can't you and Sakura simply have your escapades in your room or somewhere more... private at least? Not out in the open where anyone can see... or hear you for that matter."

"I don't know what to say," Sasuke groaned and scrubbing his hands through his thick, black hair; messing it up slightly in the process. "Honestly, I guess that we don't really think about it. We just, I don't know... do it. It's not like I go out of my way to have sex with her in public or anything. It's just like a 'passion in the moment' sort of thing. Does that make any sort of sense at all, Nīsan?"

Itachi placed his arm across Sasuke's shoulders; then pulled him against his torso... as a brotherly sign of affection and support. "It does, but still... I hate getting phone calls from Mom and Dad, and even some friends, saying that you and Sakura are up to no good; again."

"I'm sorry, Itachi. I will try and do better."

"You don't necessarily have to do better... just be a little smarter about it; will you?" Sasuke pushed into his brother's side and nudged him in the ribs with his elbow.

"I will try; but I can't promise you anything."

"Alright, that's all I ask." He said as he gave him one final squeeze before rising to his feet. "I do have one more question for you though, little brother," the older male said while stretching his arms above his head. "Why do you... you know... so often?"

Sasuke could feel the very tips of his ears as they grew hot, and avoided his brother's eyes while he tried to contemplate a proper response. But then the answer came so easily, and so he looked up; eyes now filled with a determination that hadn't been there before. "Are you asking me... why we have sex so much?"

"Hai."

"Because we love each other. Nīsan, I really want to marry her. I want to marry Sakura Haruno." His brother smiled and then walking away; before he left however, he turned to give him a few parting words.

"Just make sure that you use a condom, please. We don't need a pregnancy on top of everything else that's been going on right now. Do we?"

Sasuke scoffed and rolled his onyx-colored orbs before dismissing his brother's concerns with a wave of his hand. "We're careful; so, don't worry."

But after Itachi had gone, and Sasuke was left to his own devices, he began to wonder about that statement. Had he and Sakura really been that careful during their trysts or—

He had to wonder if Itachi's mere concerns would eventually be validated; and if so... what would the consequences be for both of them.

As he studied these thoughts... his phone buzzed beside him; indicating an incoming text message.

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Sakura pulled her phone from her shorts pocket; after finally making it up to her bedroom. Dealing with her mother's ranting and raving, (again) had been thoroughly exhausting and so after the teen had found an empty space on her mattress to sit upon, she unlocked the device and then scrolled down her list of contacts until she found the name that she had been searching for. Sakura clicked on it and proceeded to send the following text message:

Hey. I was wondering if you wanted to come over for dinner and a movie night with me. My parents will be here, but we can just go to the basement to watch it once dinner is over.

She waited eagerly for a response. It wasn't long before her phone had chimed back.

Sure, beautiful. I was going to be on my own anyway because Mom and Dad are going out with some work friends. What time should I be there?

Say, 6:30? But anytime should be fine. I think we are eating around 7.

Okay. Casual or dressy?

Definitely go with casual. Don't try too hard. lol

Whatever you wish, love. I will see you soon. I love you.

I love you too, Sasuke. See you soon!

After spending some time cleaning her room, she went to grab a quick shower before deciding to go ahead and get dressed for dinner. Thank God her parents were okay with Sasuke coming over tonight, because Sakura didn't know if she could stomach sitting through another one of her mother's tirades by herself. At least with Sasuke there, the older woman kept the complaints to a bare minimum; though the dirty and disapproving glares she gave them, didn't help her feel much better about the whole situation.

The pink-haired teen sighed, before checking the time... and after realizing that Sasuke should be there any minute now, she quickly applied a light layer of makeup before making her way down the stairs and towards the kitchen to help her mother with the finishing touches. Dinner... was going to be an interesting affair.

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Well, dinner went about as well as she thought it would; and when it was over, she quickly excused them both and took Sasuke by the hand to drag him away from her mother's disgruntled demeanor.

And then finally... they were alone.

Sakura plopped down (hard) beside Sasuke after grabbing the remotes and he quickly placed his arm on the back of the couch behind her to pull her close, where his hand rested on her shoulder.

She sighed and relaxed against his warmth; then began shifting through the list of movies before finally settling on a random comedy. The couple had been watching it for a while, when she made the conscious decision to place her palm on his thigh; her fingers brushing the fabric on his inner muscles... extremely close to his flaccid cock. His scent grew stronger when he leaned into her; his fingertips playing with the strands of hair on her shoulder while his lips brushed against her ear.

"If you keep doing that," he whispered, his breath fanning against her sensitive flesh. "You know what will happen." Sakura's pulse quickened and her sexual excitement grew at his declaration. She licked her lips in anticipation and moved her hand a little closer. Sasuke grunted in response; his member coming to life beneath her digits.

The possibility of getting caught, excited Sakura; fueling her decision to continue with her actions, regardless of the consequences. She pressed more firmly against the taut material; wrapping her open palm loosely around his length, before pumping his clothed shaft slowly and repeatedly. Sasuke huffed against her ear before licking the shell of it; his hand on her shoulder tightening.

Once, twice, then three times—

Sakura felt Sasuke's fingertips dance against her skin afterwards. The places he touched, tingling; sending warm goosebumps across her flesh. The effect was more ticklish than she expected, and the pink-haired woman shifted in her seat beside him, releasing his length in an attempt to angle her body away from her lover's explorative touch.

"Hey...," she whispered while elbowing him in the ribs gently. "Stop that, Sasuke. It tickles." Sakura missed her boyfriend's smirk... and had zero time to prepare herself before he attacked her; lifting her from her position beside him, before tossing her onto the couch on her backside. He was on top of Sakura within seconds and his large hands made a mad dash for her ribcage; attacking her sides thoroughly, over and over again while she giggled lowly.

She was wiggling frenetically beneath him; while her head tossed wildly back and forth. Her hands moved to his muscular chest and she attempted to push him away. But when that didn't work, she tried to lift her hips against him; wanting to hoist him up, or maybe even knock him off balance, so that she could be the one to get the upper hand in this situation; but nothing worked and she was helpless against his onslaught. "O-o-okay...," she wailed. "I... I give! S-Sasuke, p-please! S-stop it!"

The male finally relaxed and gave his girlfriend a reprieve; ceasing his assault upon her body. His extremities came down to rest on either side of her head, so that he hovered over her; their eyes locking while he smirked at her. Sakura wasn't sure how it happened or what made her do it, but she reached up and pulled him down quickly... so that her full lips could connect with his thin ones.

Her boyfriend gave a startled grunt of surprise, before quickly reciprocated her passion with his own. Before long, things had escalated and she found herself frantically tugging at his metal belt buckle, to undo his zipper, at the same time that Sasuke's hands were pushing her skirts up past her hips; and then, he pulled her lacy panties to the side before plunging his digits into her heat.

Sakura cried out at the contact against Sasuke's mouth while their wet tongues slide against one another. She pulled his cock free and wrapped her hand around him while her legs came up to rest against his backside. She pulled him closer with her thighs and wrapped her arm around his shoulders to hold him to her before pulling away to get a much-needed breath. His lips assaulted her throat and began to suckle on the soft flesh that always seemed to drive her wild with desire.

"Hurry up, Sasuke...," Sakura half-moaned; half-panted. The desperation in her voice shook him to his core. She didn't need to tell him twice; she didn't need to beg him, because he was as ready as she was.

His hips thrust forward at the same time her hips lifted and the contact between them was almost instant; his shaft penetrating her easily due to his fingers excellent handy working.

The raven-haired teenager automatically set an unforgiving and fevered pace; his hips snapping harshly against her, causing a skin-on-skin sound to echo in his eardrums. Sakura didn't mind, and soft feminine moans were soon mixing with his harsh grunting. "F-faster...," she whimpered while her hands moved the fabric of his shirt up, so her palms could rest upon his upper back. As soon as he complied with her request, fingernails dug into the flesh on his back; drawing a little bit of blood and a soft growl from the young man in the process.

Sasuke's intensity increased and he leaned down to nip and lick at the flesh on her collarbone; one of his hands lifting one of her legs so it could rest upon his strong shoulder. He did the same with the other side and grabbed her by the hips to pull her closer to him; his body now hovering over her completely, while he folded her body at the waist.

"O-oh god...," she panted while her hands moved to firmly push against the armrest of the couch; holding her body in place as he rocked them both with his passion. Her emerald orbs eagerly met his onyx-colored ones when he came up slightly to stare down at her; his hands pressing against her inner thighs to stretch her further. "M-more."

Thrust, thrust, thrust.

Pant, pant, pant.

Sweat was covering their bodies like a second skin; and Sasuke knew that he wouldn't be able to last much longer. He stopped suddenly, and without much warning, pulled his cock from her cunt. She was about to protest, but was silenced when he removed her legs from his shoulders to flip her onto her stomach.

Sasuke brushed his hands against her sides and lifted her skirt again. His hand pushed one of her legs up, so that it would bend slightly at the knee, before he plunged back into her; hard and fast. Sakura gasped and moaned lowly when he continued with his quickened pace... from before; and when the female felt him grasp onto her own wrist, to bring her hand to her dripping sex; she lost it.

Sakura's own fingers pinched and pulled at her swollen bud; while his grasped the armrest and her hip to give him better leverage. She muffled her cries against the couch cushions; and came seconds later. Her hips snapping up, so his cock could penetrate her just a little deeper, while she clenched repeatedly around his hard length.

"D-damn it, Sakura...," he growled before leaning down; his body jerking (several more times) in an erratic pattern, before she felt his warm liquids flowing from the slit on his tip; his cum filling her completely while he breathed harshly in her ear.

His hands rubbed soothing patterns against her sides as he kissed her shoulders... and any other place that his thin lips could reach... before he steadily slipped from her core. She whimpered at the sensitivity, but leisurely lifted herself up... so that she could clean up properly. Afterwards, he pulled her close to his side so that they were now sitting in their previous position; with her head resting on his shoulder. The comedy, was almost over.

Sakura sighed; before speaking up. "I love you, Sasuke. I really do, but we have to stop doing it... like this." He squeezed her shoulder.

"Hey, beautiful. You are the one who started it. It wasn't me... this time." The teasing in his tone caused her to blush and she playfully slapped his chest in retaliation.

"Hey! I can't help it, alright! I just... well I—"

"Shh...," he cooed while kissing her temple. "It's okay. I love you too, Sakura. And besides, it's not like I'm complaining or anything."

Loud, determined footsteps on the stairs stopped their current conversation, and Sakura lifted her head from his arm to see who it was. Viridescent eyes widened marginally when she realized who had interrupted them... and she slapped a hand across her face while shaking her head; groaning loudly before glaring dangerously at the newcomer.

"What are you doing here?"

"Is that any way to treat your bestie, forehead? Besides, I think you will change your tune once you see what I've brought for you."

"What is it...," Sakura asked; anger and curiosity mixing when Ino came to sit beside her uninvited.

"Airplane tickets," the blonde said while thrusting the paper into Sakura's outstretched hands. "We are going on a trip! So, pack your bags."

"Wait, a second... did you say we? Who's we?"

Ino winked at her. "You'll see."


Author's Notes:

If any of these sound like your own writing or another you have read I apologize but I didn't copy anyone's work. This is entirely my own writing.

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