Forbidden

by illCat

Wanting something you couldn't have was one thing. Indulging in it though… Taboo Relationship AU

1. Forbidden Part I

Forbidden
Wanting something you couldn't have was one thing. Indulging in it though… Taboo Relationship AU

Disclaimer: M for multiple scenes of very descriptive intercourse, tons of angst, adult themes, alcohol, language, scandalous behavior and minor mentions of graphic violence. This is a dark/heavy/angsty romance, centered around a forbidden/taboo AU relationship. This premise may make some individuals uncomfortable.

If you are uneasy with the idea of a taboo pairing, or are under 18 and not mature enough to read this content, please DO NOT PROCEED.

This work is complete. It will be published in two parts. As a reminder, please keep the comments a safe space for respectful discussion.

*Cover image commissioned by illCatFF from crispycandyyy on Twitter. Do not repost.

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Forbidden | Part I

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Sasuke is quiet as he sinks his fingers into her today. He rotates them in her wetness, then rubs the pads of his index and middle finger against the softness of her insides.

Sakura keeps her legs spread for him, while he stands between her limbs. She is seated on their kitchen counter.

Her hands rest flat on the granite, a palm on each side of herself.

The tight t-shirt she is donning, starkly contrasts with the nudity of her body, from the waist down.

Fully clothed for now, Sasuke's expression remains solemn. His eyebrow raises in concentration and he glances at her face briefly, to gauge her reaction to how he's invading her pussy.

Her cheeks are rosy and her eyes half-shut.

He puts his unoccupied hand on the back of her neck and pulls her closer to himself, for a light and chaste kiss.

Then, he adds a third finger while he distracts her with his lips.

She gasps against his mouth in surprise and pulls away, looking down.

"One of these days you're going to stick your whole hand in there aren't you?" she pants out.

Honestly, that was the idea. He wanted nothing more than to fist her pussy and make her come from it.

It was a rather lewd fantasy that he kept to himself. In reality, she was too tight for that.

The squelching of her dripping cunt is audible to them both, as he continues to penetrate her.

One of her hands lifts off the counter, so she can grip at his exposed wrist between her legs. He was wearing a long-sleeved black shirt today, the weather unseasonably chilly. The sleeves were rolled up to mid-forearm, because he had been in the middle of washing dishes. Catching him off guard, Sakura had slipped out of her bedroom, half dressed, to grab at him.

He shakes his head at her, not wanting her icy fingers to circle his wrist right now.

No touching.

She pouts at him cutely, then lets go reluctantly.

Sakura is starting to thrust herself onto his hand. He slides the hand that's at her neck, to her hip. The one he has buried inside of her, is getting tired.

"Come for me," he says.

Shutting her eyes tight, she nods her head at him. Her hair falls out of the loose, messy ponytail she has it up in.

The scrunchie that had been in it, is half caught in the ends of her pink locks. His eyes fixate on it.

Her body trembles, and her mouth drops open. She comes silently, her pussy tightening around his hand.

Keeping his fingers buried in her, he lets her ride it out. When she opens her eyes, he's staring at her attentively, his face near hers.

He squeezes her hip, then pulls his digits out of her.

Sakura gasps softly at the loss.

"I think my hand fell asleep," he mutters.

Pulling him forward by the shirt, she smirks and pecks at his lips.

"Thanks," she says.

As a response, he shrugs. Indifferent.

"Want me to get you off?" she asks.

He shakes his head, no.

"I'm okay. Go get dressed. The idiot will be back soon," he says.

Sakura pushes at his chest so he backs away from her, giving her room to slide off the counter.

Tripping as her feet land on the floor, she latches onto him to right herself.

She was annoyingly clumsy most of the time, but he doesn't comment on that right now.

Sakura lets go of him and disappears back into her room to put on panties. He makes a bet with himself that she'll likely slide on her favorite pair of jean shorts over them.

They were his favorite too. They made her ass look nice.

Sasuke is methodically wiping down the counter with a rag, when Naruto gets home.

The moron is loud and energetic, per usual. Even the way he unlocks and opens the door is obnoxious, but Sasuke has mastered the art of selective hearing throughout the many years of their friendship.

"What are you doing, bastard?" Naruto yells.

Sasuke does not look up from his task.

"Cleaning," he grumbles.

Naruto tosses his keys onto their dining table and drops his backpack to the ground. He kicks off his shoes sloppily. Sakura isn't going to like that, Sasuke notes. Then, he heads towards the fridge.

The blond pulls out a can of beer, takes a huge gulp of it, then asks, "Where's Sakura?"

Sasuke is satisfied with the wipe down he's given the counter. The come from Sakura's orgasm had gotten all over it.

He tosses the rag into the sink, then drums his fingers against the granite for a moment, before turning around to face Naruto.

"In her room," he says.

---

Sakura is making out fervently with some random piece of shit at the bar, later that night.

Sasuke studiously ignores her behavior, instead focusing on Naruto trying and failing at picking up women.

Naruto hangs his head, dejected, as the girl he'd been attempting to chat up walks away from him abruptly.

"Sakura-chan never has any issues bagging dudes!" he complains. "We've been here twenty minutes and she's already got her tongue down someone's throat."

Sasuke's expression is passive, but internally, he's boiling against his will. He'd had his hand buried in her snatch not five hours ago and here she was, being loose for someone else, right in front of him.

He doesn't really have a right to be mad. Their arrangement was casual and had been that way for its duration.

They'd typically fuck around when they were horny, often sneaking around Naruto to do it.

The world's biggest loud mouth wasn't privy to the raunchy shit his roommates were doing with each other. Right under his nose. In their house.

No one was.

Sakura comes up to them, flushed and out of breath.

"Hey!" she greets.

She reaches for Sasuke's drink, and plucks it out of his hands, taking a massive sip.

Sasuke frowns.

When she tries to hand it back to him, he shakes his head ardently.

She'd had her lips glued to some other dude's face five minutes prior. His drink is fucking contaminated in his eyes now.

"Suit yourself!" she says.

Looking down at the top of her head as she downs his drink, he observes that her roots were starting to show again. Sasuke surmises that she will rope him into helping her address it some time soon.

The remainder of their outing is uneventful.

---

He is facedown on his mattress later that night, sleeping. It's not often that he passes out easily, so he is irritated when he cracks his eye open to find Sakura prowling around his bed.

"Sasuke," she murmurs, standing over him.

Grunting at her in response, he shifts his head to get his hair out of his face.

The form of her body is easily discernible to him in the dark.

"What?" he asks.

She fidgets before responding.

"I'm horny," she whispers.

He takes a deep breath.

"You couldn't handle that earlier? At the bar?" he questions.

She's frowning at him, then she's glaring.

She turns to leave his room, but he reaches out and grabs at her wrist to still her.

He tugs at her. Then flips himself onto his back.

"Do you want to ride me, or do you want me on top?" he asks.

She bends over his bed and runs her hands up his bare chest now. She puts a knee on each side of him, then seats herself over his growing erection.

"Me on top to start," she responds.

She grinds herself against the cloth of his boxers and moans softly.

Ripping off her soft, oversized tee, she unclasps her bra next and throws her stripped garments off the bed.

He helps her with removing her underwear and she helps him with his.

Her hands come back to rest on his chest and then he hisses as she impales herself onto his dick.

His hands fall down to her ass, a palm digging into the flesh of each cheek. He holds her tightly in place over himself.

She whines at the sensation. She's aching and she needs relief.

When he sits up, Sakura gasps in surprise at the sudden movement.

Pulling at her hands, he directs her arms to wrap around his neck.

Their chests press together at the action.

Sakura prepares herself and clutches him tightly. He is about to plow into her forcefully and the anticipation gets her wetter than she already is.

He clutches at her ass again and then he fucks up into her hard and fast.

Her breath catches in her throat and she holds onto him as he jostles her.

The bed is creaking softly and she tries to tell him to be cognizant of it. They'll wake Naruto.

"Your be—d. Is loud. Be careful," she moans.

He grunts at her, spending another minute or two picking her up and dropping her against his cock, then he stops.

Since the moron has no idea they do this kind of thing together, Sasuke would prefer to keep it between them.

Sakura would too.

It's not right, what they do. They both know it.

She leans forward and presses her lips to his, using her hands to smooth the sweat drenched hair from his forehead.

"I can fuck you on the floor," he suggests, against her lips.

She nods eagerly.

He runs his hands up her sides and squeezes, then buries his face into her tits, kissing her there.

Then he shifts, smacking at the skin of her side so she'll move off.

Sakura dismounts him, scrambling to get off his bed.

She wouldn't mind being taken from the back, but she eyes the hardwood with concern.

It'll bruise her knees.

He notices her apprehension and drops a pillow on the ground.

She looks at him for a moment, then gets down to the floor and puts her knees on the cushion. Her hands are flat in front of her and she holds herself on all fours, waiting for him.

He strokes his cock a couple times, then follows after her.

He doesn't get on his knees behind her, instead opting to stand over her from the back, knees bent and feet flat on each side of her.

Sakura groans loudly as he drops into her.

He's deep.

He grips her hips and fucks her against himself with renewed vigor.

Sakura is having trouble staying quiet. She can feel him hitting her all the way at the top. Though the pain is sweet, she likes it; she's still slightly uncomfortable.

He sighs. She is tensing up, not relaxed.

He pulls out of her and stands to his full height.

"Just get on your back," he mutters.

She nods, then shifts around. Grabbing the pillow from under her knees, she moves it to under her head and lies down, staring up at him with an eyebrow raised.

He looks down at her from where he's standing above, then drops his body over hers.

Gripping the undersides of her thighs, he pushes her legs back towards her shoulders and spreads her open.

Sakura moans at a high octave when he sinks into her like this.

Breathlessly, she apologizes for being loud.

The inky strands of his locks sway, as he moves his head from side-to-side at her, rolling his eyes.

They were lucky Naruto slept through pretty much anything.

He lets go of her thighs and she lowers her legs, wrapping them around his waist while he pushes in and out of her.

One of his hands goes to the side of her face instead, and the other fists into her hair.

She sighs deeply and winds her arms around his back, near his shoulders.

He sinks into her slowly now, both of them panting against one another's lips.

Sakura's nails start digging into his back.

He groans at the sensation and then mutters to her that he's about to come.

"Where do you want me to do it?" he questions, strained.

She kisses him, biting at his lip and licking her tongue against his.

Pulling away from him, she looks down at her chest pointedly, then back at him.

Harshly pressing into her a couple more times, his jaw clenched, he abruptly pulls out.

Sakura scrambles to hold her perky tits together with her hands.

He kneels over her, a knee on each side of her as he strokes himself with a grimace. Then, he shoots all over her breasts.

Sakura watches, her head tossing back with the satisfaction of making him come on her.

She lets out some pleasing noises for him as he catches his breath, his strokes on his dick slowing down.

He wipes his arm across his damp forehead. This had been a workout.

Sakura swirls a finger lightly through the jiz on her boob, circling a hardened nipple.

Sasuke grips the inside of one of her thighs and pushes her leg open wide. With no warning, he begins to rub her clit vigorously.

She gasps as he does it, her hands dropping from her tits, to stretch above her head. Feeling around for something to hold onto.

With nothing in reach, she ends up clawing at the floor instead. When she tenses, his eyes shoot to her face.

She's about to yell.

The palm of his free hand lifts, smacking against her mouth to stifle her. The loud moan that had been about to spill out of her is muffled and her eyes are wide.

They stare at each other, heatedly.

He lets go of her face and her pussy, then sits back, before standing up.

Sakura is out of it, still high from coming.

He needs to wipe her off. Grabbing a nearby shirt he'd uncaringly discarded, earlier in the day, he gets on one knee and pulls it firmly across her chest to clean her.

Sakura's eyes shut and she smiles softly as he wipes at her.

He throws the soiled shirt behind him, in the direction of his hamper, then he helps her up.

Her hands shift, so that she's clutching his forearms to steady herself.

"Don't fall asleep in here tonight," he warns, once they're standing.

Sakura nods that she understands.

"Just hold me for five minutes?" she asks.

---

It's more than five minutes. She passes out in his bed.

Facing him.

Sakura is slow to wake in the morning. She has a hand pressed against her own cheek and her pillow, in a loose fist. Her other hand is tucked against her chest, between their bodies.

He blinks awake, his fingers clenching briefly into the skin of her bare side, where his arm is tossed across her.

She needs to sneak back into her room before it gets too late in the morning.

Reluctant to wake her up however, he inspects her slumbering face from this close.

He knows her features better than most. More than he knows his own.

Sasuke does not look at his own reflection that often.

Sakura's eyebrows crinkle together subtly and he wonders what she's dreaming about.

He's in the middle of examining the sparse amount of freckles smattered across one of her cheekbones, when she gives herself away.

"—suke," she mumbles.

Ah. She was dreaming about him.

Abruptly, her eyes snap open and she blinks at him rapidly, in confusion.

The green of her irises were always a weird shade in the morning and he stares into them quietly, until she's gotten her bearings and realizes she's still in his bed.

Sasuke's hair is a mess and his face is still sleep mussed. Sakura glowers at him. She can sense a reprimand coming, and doesn't think someone who is looking at her so lazily should be scolding her right now.

"I told you not to fall asleep in here," he says.

She pouts now, because she'd been right, then stretches to crack her joints. Sasuke feels her skin shift beneath his hand.

Rather than getting up to leave like he expects, she presses closer to his front instead.

"I'm comfy," she mumbles.

He sighs. Exasperated.

It was better when she'd disappear after sneaking in for a quickie. Lately, she preferred to linger afterwards.

It's fine he supposes. It's not really hurting anything.

Before they'd started fucking, she slept next to him without much issue.

Wrapping his arm around her more securely, he sighs from somewhere above her head.

She sought all sorts of comfort from him and he just gave it to her, easily, because he couldn't say no to her.

He could count on one hand the amount of times he'd said no to Sakura.

It was rare.

Just because he was incapable of saying no though, didn't mean they had a shortage of verbal and non-verbal arguments.

They got into a fair amount of those.

Sakura's breath evens out, her body stilling once more as she falls back into slumber. Reaching behind her, he grabs at his phone.

It's 8:40 a.m.

He sets an alarm, drops the device back on the surface of his nightstand and falls asleep again too.

Sakura kicks at him reflexively when the alarm rings two hours later. She buries her face into his chest.

Sasuke jumps at the sound of Naruto banging against the shared wall of their bedrooms.

"Oy, bastard, shut off that alarm! I'm still trying to sleep!" he screams.

Sasuke fumbles behind Sakura to retrieve his device, but it slips from his grip and clatters to the ground.

The pink mess of hair and soft skin that's invaded his personal space groans softly, then slides herself from his arms and attempts to yank his phone off the wood floor.

She twists and bends her body half off the bed, to pick it up for him. Straightening herself afterwards, she glares at the screen and turns off his alarm. Then she drops it back onto his nightstand.

Burrowing herself into the front of his chest again, she exhales contentedly. He allows it for another minute or two, then pulls back.

Sakura eyes him warily.

He nods at his closed door, then looks back at her.

You need to leave.

She blinks at him.

Sakura presses her lips to his firmly, her eyes fluttering shut. He kisses back.

Then she's pulling away from him and slipping out of his bed.

He stares at her toned legs as she retrieves her bra and top off the floor. The oversized shirt, she pulls over her head. The bra, she keeps clutched in her hand. Quietly, she opens his door and peeks around for Naruto.

When she deems it's clear, she disappears, heading to her own bedroom.

She doesn't want sex from him for a couple weeks after that.

---

Sakura waits tables to pay her share of the rent.

Seated at a booth in her section, Sasuke is waiting for Naruto to meet up with him.

Sasuke worked a laid-back desk job, only going into the office a couple times a week. He otherwise worked from home, or came here and worked while she did, off his laptop.

Right now he's off the clock.

Her shift ends in an hour and currently, she's a few tables over, writing down an order for a handful of hipster, tattooed douchebags.

Sasuke's eyes glaze unseeingly over the menu. He knows everything on it and generally doesn't deviate from ordering the same couple things whenever he comes here.

He drops the laminated paper to the table, as his female roommate approaches him, tightening the pink hair in her ponytail.

Her legs are on display in tight denim shorts. A black, waist-apron is tied neatly around her front, and her white sneakers squeak softly against the tile as she walks.

Smiling at him serenely, she slides into the booth across the table from him.

"Hi!" she says.

Staring back at her, he nods his head in acknowledgement.

"Where's Naruto?" she questions, tiredly.

Sasuke glances around in displeasure, then focuses back on the pink haired woman in front of him.

"Late. As usual," he says.

She stretches her arms above her head and yawns, then reaches for Sasuke's water cup.

After taking sips from his straw, she puts it back down.

"Know what you want yet?" she asks.

Sasuke's attention is on the group of men she'd just taken an order for. They are turning around and looking at her. Sitting with him.

Sakura is looking at him expectantly though.

"Surprise me," he mutters. "And just order Naruto that stupid sandwich he always gets."

Sakura snorts, entertained.

"You got it," she says, standing up.

Eyeing his water, she cringes apologetically. She had drunk half of it.

"I'll get you another one," she promises.

He lifts a shoulder uncaringly, as she walks off to wait on her other tables.

---

In true Naruto fashion, he shows up at some point, twenty minutes later. Their food isn't ready yet and Sasuke glares at him briefly. Annoyed that the moron does not understand the concept of time.

"I'm starving!" Naruto moans.

He throws his backpack into the booth, then drops himself heavily into it, across from Sasuke.

Naruto was in school, trying his hand at a bachelor's degree.

He'd started a few years later than most, but it wasn't a big deal.

Sasuke and Sakura had not gone to college.

They were happiest when they were together, rather than apart. Skipping college allowed them to keep tabs on each other's whereabouts, without over complicating it.

Sasuke's face gets ugly when his mind wanders to the idea of Sakura, scantily dressed and let loose inside a frat house.

Sakura would have gotten herself into too many troubling situations, likely counting on him to get her out of them. Even the thought of what it could have been, gives him great stress.

They'd dodged a bullet, opting out of the formal university experience.

Naruto bobs his head around, looking for Sakura. No doubt he wants to put his order in.

"I ordered for you already," Sasuke says.

Naruto punches his fist in the air.

"Fuck yeah!" he exclaims.

He pulls his phone and wallet out of his back pocket and drops them to the table.

"Where's Sakura?" he questions, continuing to scan the diner.

Scratching at a phantom itch at his temple with his right hand, Sasuke points loosely in her direction with his left.

"Over there. Working," he supplies.

She's in the middle of running food to the table of assholes.

Once she's dropped it all off, she bends over. A redheaded guy at the end of the table has seemingly asked her something, and she is leaning in closer to listen.

Sasuke stiffens when a tattooed arm wraps around her body and caresses the back of her thigh.

She's laughing melodically, patting at the guy's shoulder with familiarity.

"I get off in forty minutes," Sasuke hears her voice carrying.

She's flushed and in high spirits when she approaches their table a minute later.

Feeling unreasonably sullen after witnessing this exchange, Sasuke's foot begins to tap beneath the table. Though she notices his body language immediately, Sakura purposefully pays no attention to it.

Instead, she says, "Hey!" cheerfully, to Naruto.

Their golden-haired male roommate lifts his hand up at her, smiling his dopey grin as a greeting.

"Want anything to drink?" she asks him, hands on hips.

Naruto looks to Sasuke. "Are you boozing?" he questions.

Sasuke shakes his head in the negative. From behind Sakura's body, he can see another employee bringing their food.

Perceptive to where Sasuke's gaze has fallen, Sakura sits in the booth next to him, so she can get out of the way of the food runner.

With their dishes in sight, Naruto rubs his hands together, pumped.

As the food is set down before them, Sasuke relaxes. His rigid posture slouches, and he eyes what Sakura has selected for him.

She knew what he liked and it showed in her attention to detail.

She nods her head in approval, scanning their plates.

"Cool! Need anything else?" she asks, standing up.

"How come his looks so much better than mine?" Naruto complains, eyeing Sasuke's food suspiciously.

Sakura smirks and steals a chip from Sasuke's plate, popping it into her mouth before she walks away.

---

Sasuke is fucking Sakura in their shared bathroom.

He is standing behind her, his arms on each side of hers, caging her against the sink vanity. Her hands grip the counter in front of her, while he pushes into her from the back.

Sakura is looking at their reflection and moaning at the visual. It's making her wetter. Being able to watch.

He looks up briefly, and they make eye contact. He looks away just as quickly, instead looking down at himself, disappearing inside of her tightness. One of the only times he caught sight of himself, was in times like these.

When they'd fuck in front of a reflective surface.

She starts pushing back against him forcefully and he inhales sharply, one of his hands leaving the sink to grip at her hip.

Her fingers flutter over the palm he still has against the vanity and then she rests her hand against his fully.

He glances at her in the mirror again. Her eyes are rolling back and she's breathing in short bursts.

She'll probably come soon.

Lifting his hand off the sink, out from underneath hers, he rests it flat against her abdomen.

Viridian eyes pop open again, looking at their joined bodies in the reflection.

He looks foreboding behind her. Tall and dark and all hard edges and lines.

At one point in their lives, he had been her stepbrother.

It was why this whole casual thing between them was rooted in so much taboo.

It was why they snuck around their own apartment, snuck around Naruto and snuck around pretty much everyone else they knew.

"Stop thinking about it," she mumbles, annoyed.

He's uncertain what sort of expression crosses his face that she's attuned to, whenever she calls him out on this; but he attempts to school his features to wipe it away.

His hand glides down from her stomach to her clit and he plays with her pussy while he fills her.

Sakura drops herself back onto him some more, her hand lifting off the sink. She reaches backwards and sifts it into his hair.

He leans over her shoulder, kissing at her neck lightly.

Sakura turns her head to kiss his lips. Once her tongue is in his mouth, he comes into her abruptly.

She moans into his mouth, following shortly afterwards. The walls of her cunt spasm around him.

His arms wrap around her front and he holds her, his chest to her back as they both come down from their orgasm.

Glancing up into the mirror a final time, he catches her staring, her green eyes dark.

---

"Stop fucking moving," he complains.

Sakura grumbles.

It's the next day, and she's sitting on the closed toilet seat in their bathroom, while her brother brushes pink dye into the roots of her hair.

"You're taking too long!" she whines.

He sighs, incensed.

"This isn't the same crap you always get. I don't know how to use it," he comments.

Sakura's hands adjust the thin straps of her cropped, maroon tank-top, then slide down the front of her body, to pull down the rest of the fabric.

"They discontinued that other one," she informs him.

He is standing in front of her, hands in black latex gloves, mixing dye and developer together with uncertainty.

"Market for pink hair isn't what it used to be?" he questions, dryly.

Her arms cross and her lips pinch together.

"Shut your mouth!" she huffs.

A surprising banging on the door makes Sakura jump in her seat, with a gasp.

"Yo! What are you guys doing in there?!" Naruto yells.

Sasuke curses. A glop of dye falls off the brush he'd been mixing with and falls onto Sakura's bare thigh, right below her lace hemmed, spandex short-shorts.

"I didn't think he was home..." she whispers, panicked.

Her fingernails dig into the skin of her arms, where she's kept them crossed across her body.

Sasuke gives her an irritated stare as he deposits the dye bowl and brush on the sink vanity. Ripping a piece of toilet paper off the nearby roll holder, he intends to wipe the goo that's fallen to her skin.

Naruto opens the door, while Sasuke is bent over his sister, wiping the tissue at her inner leg. His gloved hand is dangerously close to the apex of Sakura's thighs.

"What's going on in here?" their friend questions.

Naruto looks at them with narrowed eyes.

"Did anyone say you could come inside?" Sakura questions.

Naruto huffs in indignation.

"I live here too! I can do whatever I want!"

Sakura gives him a brief glare, before her eye drops down to Sasuke's hand sliding intimately across her. The dye has left a purple blotch on her skin and she frowns at it.

Still bent over, Sasuke throws the napkin into the room's small, metal trash bin. Then he turns his head to glare at Naruto as well.

"There's not enough room for you in here too. Get out," Sasuke demands.

"But this looks fun! I wanna hang," Naruto complains.

Straightening up, Sasuke adjusts the latex gloves on his hands with a loud snap.

"Leave."

---

"You're trying to tell me you're not possessive of your sister?"

A look of distaste paints the dark haired man's features as he and his roommate lean against the bar they're at tonight.

"Don't call her that. She's not my sister," Sasuke bites out.

Naruto shakes the cup he has in his hand, letting the ice-cubes of his drink spread around the liquid of his glass more evenly.

"Why do you always get so touchy about that?" Naruto asks.

Because I'm fucking her, that's why, Sasuke thinks.

"It's not like you have any other family," Naruto continues.

Sasuke eyes Naruto darkly.

"Are we approaching the part of this conversation where you make a point? Or…?"

Naruto tsks, before downing his drink.

"I'm just saying, stop being a ball and chain when she's having fun," he adds on.

Sasuke glares. Had Sakura said something to him?

He glances at her across the bar, flirting with some random jackass on the dance floor.

Sakura looks up, as if she can feel his eyes on her. The smile that had been on her face, falters.

Shaking it off, she looks away from him quickly.

Sasuke sighs internally. He couldn't help that this was his demeanor.

Generally, he was quiet and brooding. Maybe more so, where Sakura was concerned.

"What?" Naruto cries, shaking his empty cup. The ice rattles against the glass. "Are you overanalyzing now? I was just making an observation. I live with you guys for crying out loud!"

Sasuke goes rigid, his eyes snapping up to Naruto's.

They had been loud the past couple times in bed and he's paranoid his friend might have overheard.

"You just need to get laid, I think," Naruto continues.

Sasuke relaxes, then signals at the bartender to get him a drink.

---

Sakura does not return home with them after the bar, opting to stay out later with the man she's just met.

She had just swung by to let them know her plans. Sasuke looks at her with disapproval, but doesn't comment. Instead, he closes out their combined tab and pays for the three of them in silence.

His desk job made him more money than Sakura and Naruto.

Sakura gets on her tiptoes and kisses Sasuke's cheek while his eyes are down, reviewing the list of drinks that had accumulated on their bill. Then she skips off and away, back to this stupid prick she's suddenly interested in.

Naruto eyes her back wistfully from his spot next to Sasuke. Sasuke is now scribbling the tip and signing his name on the receipt with a gaudy pen the bartender had provided him with, jaw clenched.

"If she wasn't your sister I'd tot—" Naruto starts.

Sasuke drops the pen to the bartop with a clatter.

"Stop talking," he interrupts.

He gives the blond a glare, bunching up the customer copy of the receipt into his fist.

"Let's go," he says.

Naruto gives him a fox-like grin and Sasuke continues to look back at him, his eyebrows furrowed.

"See. You're possessive," Naruto states.

---

Sakura does not get home until four o'clock in the morning.

Sasuke is wide awake in his room. The sound of the front door unlocking, then closing with the chain sliding into place, carries over through the thin drywall.

He hears her stop in the kitchen to fill up a glass of water, then hears her trip over her own feet on her way to her room.

The semi-loud grumble of, "Shit!" tells him that much.

Taking a deep breath, he flips onto his side, so that his back faces his door.

Now that she's safe and at home, he finally feels drowsiness overcoming him. He's one second away from passing out, when he's roused by his bedroom door opening and closing.

He pretends to stay asleep.

She doesn't say anything. Instead he feels the mattress dip from her light weight, as she gets on.

A scowl crosses his features.

He doesn't like this pattern of her fucking some other person for the mindlessness of it, then coming to him for the missing emotional attachment.

Nevertheless, he does not freeze up or move away, when she presses herself into his unclothed back.

Exhaling audibly at his neck, Sakura wraps her arms around him.

He doesn't move, letting her think he's asleep.

She tended to spoon him from behind when she'd creep in, the times he wasn't awake.

He liked it. Feeling her smaller form stuck against his broad back. Her soft chest, pressing against his taut muscles.

Sakura's hands glide across his skin lightly and then still. She's fallen asleep.

---

There's a woman hitting on him at the diner Sakura works at, and he is too lazy to tell her to go away.

Sasuke knows her from way back when, and hasn't seen her in some ten odd years.

As she continues to talk, he nods his head absently. Only half listening to the redhead named Karin.

Sakura is in back, getting ready to start her shift. He'd dropped her off, and then had come inside begrudgingly, at her behest, to grab a snack.

"It's soooo boring before the dinner rush. Please? Please, please? Keep me company!"

He's responding to some small talk, Karin having sat down across from him at this point, when Sakura comes out to clock in.

He doesn't notice that she's frozen at the cash register across the restaurant. Her eyes are wide and unblinking in his direction.

When she comes up to his booth, she only has one glass of water.

She puts it in front of him.

"Thanks," he says.

He glances at her briefly. She's looking at Karin in great puzzlement. Like she can't understand where she has come from and why she would be sitting here, talking to him.

"Can I get a water too?" Karin asks.

Sakura stares at her for longer. Taking in her edgy cat-eye glasses and undercut hair. Then blurts out, "Who are you?"

Sasuke raises an eyebrow at Sakura.

She was being weird.

"Oh my god!" Karin gushes.

She looks from Sasuke to Sakura, then back to Sasuke again.

"Is this your sister? I remember you used to talk about her all the time."

Sakura's eyebrows furrow.

WHO WAS THIS PERSON?!

"Stepsister. I'm not his real sister," she corrects.

Sasuke swallows, then nods his head. Yes.

"Aw, you're so cute! I love your hair!" Karin says to her.

Sakura looks disturbed now.

"Th—thanks. Sasuke dyed it for me," she says, quietly.

Sakura stands next to Sasuke's seated form, in awkward silence for half a minute.

"What a great big bro, amirite?!" Karin exclaims.

Sakura looks like she wants to cry now, and Sasuke glances at her with veiled concern.

Outside of the obvious awkward call out that they are familially related, he's not sure what's wrong with her.

What was her problem?

"I'll get you a water," she mumbles at Karin.

Sakura turns away quickly.

Karin nods enthusiastically, then looks at Sasuke.

"Mind if I eat with you? We should totally catch up!"

Sasuke's eyes follow Sakura's petite form, briefly admiring the fit of her black jeans. Her shoulders are stiffer than usual though. He looks back at Karin, indifferent.

"Sure."

---

When Sakura gets home after work, she pointedly ignores him when she walks in.

Sasuke looks at her from his spot on the couch, perplexed. She goes straight to her room and closes the door, disappearing from sight.

She does not come out all night.

Naruto is not in and likely won't be back for the remainder of the evening.

I finally got a girl to invite me back to her place!

Naruto had sent that in their group chat an hour ago.

Sakura had responded with a thumbs up, but other than that. Nothing.

Around midnight, Sasuke turns all the lights in the apartment off and makes sure the front door is locked securely.

He pauses outside of Sakura's room, then tries the knob. It opens.

It doesn't look like she's in here though. Her bedside lamp is on, the colored smart bulb casting a faint pink glow in the room.

Sighing loudly, his eyes land on her half-shut closet door.

He walks up to it slowly and pulls it open.

She is sitting there, on the ground, beneath her hanging clothing. Hugging her knees to her chest and looking like she used to look when she was 12 and afraid of their foster parents. She is in a fitted crop top and her underwear.

"What are you doing?" he questions. "Get out from there."

Glaring at him with red-rimmed eyes, she juts her chin out at him.

"Make me," she challenges.

Raising an eyebrow, he looks down at her, contemplative.

He's fast. Sakura doesn't have time to react. He bends over and grabs at her, throwing her over his shoulder and pulling her out.

She is screaming incoherently at him and bashing her fists into his back as he walks her a couple feet away.

"No! Put me down! You—you asshole!"

He drops her unceremoniously onto her bed and she huffs in outrage.

"What's wrong with you?" he asks, straightening up.

She sits up, smoothing down her hair and looking at him in irritation.

"Me? What's wrong with you?" she accuses. "I asked you to keep me company at the start of my shift and instead you end up on—on a…" she trails off, frowning.

Sasuke takes a seat on the edge of her bed, looking at her intently.

"I didn't ask her there. Random run-in," he says.

Sakura picks at her bedspread and smoothes out a nonexistent wrinkle with the palm of her hand, eyes downcast.

"Are you going to see her again?" she asks.

He lifts a shoulder up, then drops it. He doesn't really care to.

Sakura nods curtly. She knows his 'no' shrugs and how they differ from his 'yes' shrugs.

When she looks back up at him fully, he's looking at her darkly now instead. She had opened her mouth to say something, but she stops herself mid-word.

"W—what?" she asks.

Sasuke leans forward, into her space, crowding her.

She tries to lean back, away from him, but her back meets her pillows and her metal headboard.

He's crawling over her lap, straddling her bare legs, then he's grabbing at her forearms and holding her in place.

"You do all sorts of fucked up shit in front of me… and you got mad about that?" he questions, lowly.

She tries to pull her arms out of his grip, but they won't budge. She huffs.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I don't do anything in front of you," she says.

Leaning in closer, his nose touches hers.

"Don't you, though?"

She shakes her head in the negative, her eyes falling to his lips.

Pressing forwards, she connects their mouths.

A high pitched sound emits from the back of her throat, as he deepens the kiss.

He lets go of her forearms, so that he can cup her face instead.

Sakura's hands tangle into his hair and she tugs at the dark locks.

Groaning when her tongue slides across his, he pulls back from her.

He thinks he might be crushing her, by sitting on her like this.

Sakura is breathing hard. She feels disoriented.

Pushing back onto his knees, he removes his short-sleeved, flannel button-up. Yanking it over the top of his head, rather than bothering to undo the buttons.

He looks at her pointedly.

Your turn.

Sakura takes her top off too, then she reaches forwards, to undo the button of his pants.

He throws his legs over the bed and kicks them off to streamline their removal. Then he lies on his side and pulls her body towards himself, into a spoon.

She lets out a shaky breath as he slides his hand from her shoulder, down the side of her body, to her panty covered ass.

He gropes her ass with one hand and undoes her bra with the other.

Sakura pushes back into him, her small back pressing into the front of his larger body.

He wraps an arm underneath and around her.

Yanking down her underwear, he guides his dick to her pussy, then pushes into her.

He groans, his head leaning back briefly.

Sakura squeaks as he grips her waist, pulling her body back against himself a couple times, so that he can fill her fully.

She's wet, but not dripping, and he grimaces at the effort it's taking to push all the way in.

She moans low, at his roughness. Once he's all the way in her, he presses his nose into the hair at the back of her head and inhales.

The hand he has wrapped underneath her, grabs at her naked chest loosely. The hand he has on her waist pinches at her skin, then comes up to grip her wrists in front of her.

He's wrapped around her so intimately and Sakura feels herself getting overwhelmed.

Once he starts moving in and out of her, she feels hot all over.

She's restrained by his body and he's slapping into her from the back while they lie on their sides. She's so wet from it now, that she cries out from the sensation of being this slick between her legs.

Sasuke bites at her neck, then lets go of her wrists, instead moving his hand to rest flat on her stomach.

She gasps as he presses down on her lower belly.

He can feel his dick in her, where his hand is pressed against her, and he groans into her ear.

"Sasuke," she murmurs.

He pumps in and out of her a couple times before responding.

"Huh? What?" he asks, out of breath.

Sakura fidgets in his arms and shakes her head minutely. He knows what this means.

"You better not move," he says. "Stay still until you come."

She had a weird habit of shying away from her orgasm once in a while and he was not having that right now.

He's developing a light sheen of sweat, from the physical exertion of fucking her like this. It was going to be both of their whiles, or else he was going to be fucking pissed at her.

It wasn't as enjoyable, when he came by himself.

He grips her more harshly, keeping her pressed against himself firmly while he fucks her some more.

He starts pushing into her as deep as he can go and she screams.

It's a loud scream, mixed with a pleasured moan and then he feels her tightening around him rapidly.

He hugs her tightly as he spills into her. He sticks a couple of his fingers into her mouth, pulling at her lower lip while he makes a gravelly sound of passion into her ear.

Sakura slumps back against him, worn out.

They fall asleep.

---

The slamming of the apartment's front door, causes Sasuke to jerk awake behind her.

It's morning. They're naked. His dick half-hard as it grazes against her bare ass.

Her room smells like sex and sweat and her bedroom door is not shut all the way.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Sakura's so groggy that she's moving in slow motion in front of him.

He falls out of her bed, rolling over in a panic, and then he's pushing his hand forward to slam her door shut.

He locks it. Just as Naruto walks past on the other side.

"Yo, Sasuke?" Naruto calls out.

Breathing hard, Sasuke moves some of his annoying, lengthier strands of hair away from one of his eyeballs.

Fucking moron.

Naruto's timing was almost always inopportune.

Sasuke scrambles to his pants, pulling out his phone from one of the pockets so that he can put it on silent.

He's done it just in time too. The clown is calling him.

He rejects it.

His eyes fall to Sakura. She's rolled over by now, eyeing him with some mild confusion.

She mouths, 'What?' silently.

He shakes his head at her, his fingers to his lips.

"Sakura-chan? Are you in there?"

Her eyes widen.

Oh.

She clears her throat before responding to their third housemate.

"Yeah! I'm home!" she bellows.

"Where's the asshole?" Naruto asks.

Sasuke eyes the shut door with displeasure.

Jesus. Fuck off Naruto.

Sakura looks at his anxious form for a moment. Sasuke is still naked and he's biting at his thumbnail in agitation.

"Oh, I don't—I don't know. He's not in his room?" she questions.

This was dumb.

Sasuke hates this. He hates this whole fucking thing.

He hates that this is a dirty secret. He hates that they are related without actually being related. He hates that they fuck so frequently. He hates that he loves her so deeply, and most of all, he hates himself.

"Nah, he's not in there!" Naruto shouts.

Sakura sits up, yanking the flat sheet from the top of her bed up, to cover her chest.

"Don't know, sorry!" she yells back.

Naruto is grumbling on the other side of the door.

"Anything I can help with?" Sakura offers, not unkindly.

Sasuke glares at her.

Yes, please. By all means, prolong this interaction, he thinks.

She raises an arm at him in a questioning gesture. Her other hand stays pressed against the sheet at her chest.

What the hell else was she supposed to do?!

Sasuke was always so adamant that she not fall asleep in his room and then he'd turned around and gone comatose in hers, after fucking the living shit out of her.

"I met someone!" Naruto says.

Sakura's eyes go to the ceiling for a moment, before rotating back to the closed door she's having her conversation through.

"That's great!" Sakura yells back. "Give me a few. I'll come out and you can tell me all about it?"

Naruto shouts an affirmative, and then they hear him walking away.

Sakura stretches her limbs, the sheet dropping from her body, and then she looks at her—

She's uncertain what to call him anymore. She's not sure what he is to her.

It had never really been comfortable, calling him her brother. Or her stepbrother. Or foster brother. Or whatever it was supposed to be on paper.

She did if she had to, but it had never felt natural to label him that way.

She had been 10 and he had been 13 and that's when they'd ended up together.

Her absentee mother, had married his absentee father and the two had proceeded to abandon them shortly afterwards, leaving them in the care of the state.

She's 25 now and Sasuke is still around. Series of 'parents' had come and gone. Forgettable. Unreliable. But they'd always had each other.

Fifteen years is the longest anyone has ever been a constant fixture in her life.

Naruto was Sasuke's friend. By extension, he was hers too.

Sakura's phone vibrates on her nightstand and she glances at it, before picking it up.

What are you thinking about?

Sasuke is eyeing her pointedly, his own phone in his hand, thumbs hovering over the screen.

She sighs, annoyed that he could read her face so well.

Not wanting to share, she diverts and responds via text, with something else instead.

My plan for how we're going to sneak you out of here!

---

Sakura is able to signal to Sasuke, at the precise moment that Naruto disappears into his bathroom to take a shit.

Sasuke creeps out of her door on light feet. He's left the front of his pants unzipped, but has thrown his shirt on, his boxers sticking out of the back pocket of his jeans. He disappears into his own bedroom, closing the door softly.

To really drive it home, Sakura opens and slams the front door. To make it sound like he'd just come back from being out.

Mutually, they both feel a growing sense of absurdity around their situation.

---

It's been a week since their near run-in with Naruto.

"Wanna go on a walk with me?" Sakura asks, innocently.

Sasuke is at the mirror of their bathroom, shaving.

It's one of the rare times he has to look at himself. He doesn't like how he's aged, and that's why he rarely looks.

He's too similar to relatives long since buried. His blood relatives.

He turns to her briefly. She is standing in the open doorway. He is not dressed. A towel tucked in and wrapped around his waist, is the only thing covering him up.

"Not really," he responds.

Sakura frowns at him.

"Why not?"

He lifts a shoulder, his focus on the blade he's running down his face.

"Please?" she asks, voice small.

He exhales, his nostrils flaring subtly at the action. He turns on the faucet and rinses his razor, then stashes it in their medicine cabinet. Sakura is still standing in the doorway, looking at him expectantly.

She was annoying.

He bends over to rinse his face off in the sink, then lifts part of the towel that's on his body to wipe it dry.

Sakura watches.

Afterwards, he makes to move past her, pushing her back so she gets out of his way.

"Fine," he says.

She lights up and smiles, following him out so she can go to her room and get dressed.

---

They are walking side-by-side around the neighborhood, pace leisurely.

Sakura is leading him to a forest preserve with a pedestrian trail and a biking trail.

She liked walking there, her favorite mile marker being somewhere deep into the path, amongst a thick overgrowth of trees.

He'd said no because he knew she'd want to wind up at that point and knew that this activity took over an hour.

Sakura looks up at him briefly, then looks forward.

"You don't have to look so inconvenienced," she says.

He looks down at the top of her head. The dye-job looks nice, given the circumstances of handling it with a new and shittier product. Products usually got discontinued, when the ingredients in them became too expensive or difficult to source.

He guesses that pink hair dye, marketed towards young women, was applicable in that regard.

Setting his inner musings aside, he responds to Sakura.

"I don't look that way," he says.

She shoots him a disbelieving look.

"How do you know?" she starts. "You barely even know what you look like! You don't look at yourself and you never let anyone take a picture of you."

He supposed she had a point, but he won't let her have this one.

He stays silent.

"When's the last time you smiled? Or laughed at something?" she continues.

He scowls.

He's not keeping a tally, but he doesn't remember.

"Why does that matter?" he sighs out.

They're approaching the opening to the path and Sakura's eyes dart around excitedly, taking in the flora.

Her fingers brush against his lightly, as they advance along the trail.

There aren't many people out at this hour. Most are likely at work.

The trail got crowded after 5:00 p.m. He's working from home today and she doesn't need to go to the diner until late.

"It's not healthy. Not to laugh," she continues.

His expression remains unchanged. He looks down at the cracks in the concrete briefly, then looks straight ahead, absently.

Sakura slips her small hand into his as they continue to walk. He clasps back gently, strolling next to her in silence.

She starts slowing down, coming to a halt at an off-trail, dirt path.

"I want to go this way!" she exclaims.

He eyes her, looking bored, then gestures with his other hand for her to go ahead.

She doesn't want to go her normal route after all. Sasuke deduces that this path is desolate and not maintained. The shrubbery keeps touching his arms and his face in an irritating fashion, while they progress.

Sakura had been walking ahead of him, dragging him behind her by the hand still, but she lets go so she can explore better.

She was spoiled.

He did and would do anything for her.

Except maybe laugh or smile. That was pushing it.

Sakura has run ahead of him. She's stopped at what looks like a clearing.

"There's a river!"

He catches up to her, unhurried, and stands next to her to see what she's pointing at.

"I think that's a stream," he comments.

Sakura pouts.

"What's the difference?" she questions, throwing a hand up.

"It's smaller. Less permanent."

Sakura kicks at the dirt below her sandaled feet, a dust moat lifting with the action.

"I'm gonna stick with river."

"Okay. If you want to stick with being wrong, be my guest," he says.

He flicks at her forehead with his thumb and forefinger, causing her eyes to scrunch shut and her nose to crinkle.

Opening her lids, she bites out a, "You annoy me!"

"The most annoying person I know, is you," he counters.

Sakura growls at him, then shoves him.

"Shut up!" she yells.

"Make me," he taunts.

She stares at him for a minute. Then anticlimactically, she does nothing.

I'm above this juvenile shit! I'm a full grown adult, she thinks.

She turns her back and attempts to walk onwards, effectively ignoring him. But now, he's feeling a little hot and a little agitated.

He grabs at her arm, yanking her back against himself.

"Sasuke wha—"

She's cut off by his mouth on hers.

Her eyes shut and she kisses back.

His thumbs are under her breasts, his hands wrapped around her, with his fingers gripping her back.

She rests her palms on his chest and gets on her tip-toes. The tips of her fingers curl into the fabric of his plain, white t-shirt.

They make out for a while, hidden well by the trees. Separating their lips, they continue to embrace.

Sakura looks up at him, eyebrows drawn together.

In turn, he lifts his brow, at her post kiss expression.

She starts smiling at him and moving her head from side-to-side.

"What the fuck are you doing?" he questions, lightly.

Leaning her head back, Sakura puts her weight on her heels, trusting him to hold her.

She's still grinning without teeth.

"Am I supposed to be entertained by this?" he asks.

"Maybe," she drawls.

When he snorts lightly in response, she screeches, snapping her head back up and pressing forwards into him.

"There! You laughed."

Oh, come on.

"…annoying."

---

"Rent's due," Sasuke announces.

Naruto grumbles and pulls out his phone.

The three of them are sitting in the living room. Naruto has his legs tossed over the worn armrest of their lone armchair and Sasuke and Sakura are seated on opposite ends of the couch.

They had been mindlessly watching TV, while snacking on leftovers from the night before for breakfast.

"I'm just going to send it to you with a funds transfer this time," Naruto says.

Sasuke nods his head, because he's fine with this. He handled all their bills. Collecting cash and ensuring everything was paid on time.

He didn't trust Naruto to do it and he didn't want Sakura to feel stressed out from it.

It was easy to keep track of for him.

He looks towards Sakura. She's intentionally avoiding eye contact.

She's short again.

What the fuck was she doing with her money?

Sasuke scoots down next to her, after Naruto gets up to rifle through the fridge for more food.

"Just send me what you have," he says to her, quietly.

The rim of her eyes start to water, and she swallows before speaking.

"I don't have anything," she whispers.

He gives her a disbelieving look.

"What the fuck does that mean?" he asks.

She takes an audible breath. She had kept something from him, and she knows he doesn't like when she does that.

"I—I was…"

He looks into her face and gestures at her with his hands.

"Was what?"

Sakura groans.

"I got locked in the freezer at work near closing," she admits. "A customer stole my purse off the counter while I was in there and drained all my accounts."

A strong feeling of embarrassment washes over her, and her fingers dig into her thighs as a result. She looks away from him, down at her lap.

"You didn't report it?!" he asks, shocked.

After a pause, Sakura's gaze lifts up, staring straight ahead, before she turns her head to him again.

"Report it to who? The police?" she asks, genuinely confused.

Sasuke's nostrils flare as he exhales.

"Yes."

One of Sakura's hands comes up, her fingers pinching at her lip nervously, before dropping back down.

"Is that a thing?" she questions.

Was she an idiot?

"...And the bank and the card issuers," Sasuke continues.

The irritation in his eyes as he glares at her, is palpable.

Sakura's thin eyebrows crinkle and she looks off to the side again to avoid his gaze, her fingers now shakily playing with a strand of hair.

"Um..."

This is the point where he explodes.

"Sakura, you're so fucking stupid," he scolds. "When did this happen? Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

Her eyes snap to his, at his admonishment. Her embarrassment has very suddenly shifted to another emotion.

"Because you're like this! You're making me feel bad about myself!" she says.

Feeling too wound up to remain seated, Sasuke stands up.

"No. I'm not," he responds. His voice is rising.

He knows he's overreacting. That Sakura's never been robbed before to know what to do afterwards. But this feeling of annoyance inside of him, is too difficult for him to control.

"You are!" she yells, standing up too.

Naruto had been at the kitchen counter, mid-bite on a slice of cake. The counter is the lone structure separating their kitchen from their living room. Turning to them as they get loud, he drops his fork to eye them with curiosity.

"Well, maybe if you weren't so immature and irresponsible, you wouldn't feel so worthless all the time," Sasuke says, into her face.

They are turned towards one another, expressions heated.

"Excuse me?" she questions, in disbelief.

Sakura's hands rest on her hips in an attempt to keep the angry shake of her body from being too obvious.

Sasuke towers over her, and he points a finger into her chest offensively.

"You fucking heard me. I'm tired of taking care of you!" he complains.

Where was this coming from? Saukra thinks. She doesn't understand why he's so mad.

She glares at him for a minute longer, her lips pursed together and her cheeks tinged red, before she turns on her heel and walks away from him.

Her bedroom door slams, shaking the rickety walls of their apartment.

Sasuke stands there, silently fuming for another couple minutes. Briefly, his hands clench into fists at his sides, before he relaxes them.

Dropping his body heavily onto the couch again, his eyes meet Naruto's across the room.

Their third roommate has an eyebrow raised, his expression somber.

---

Sasuke and Sakura do not speak for several days. Sasuke covers off on her portion of the rent without further question or incident.

Right now, he is at his own job. Clicking into a bunch of mundane folders on his desktop. He glares at his monitor and bashes his finger into his mouse more forcefully than necessary.

The sudden vibration of his cell phone against the surface of his desk distracts him from his work. His eyes swivel to the screen of the device, as it continues to ring while on silent.

Sakura is calling him.

He lets it ring a couple more times, before moving his hand to pick it up and answer it.

Lifting it to his ear, he does not verbalize a greeting.

He is met with sniffling and uneven breathing on the other end of the line.

She sounds like she's been crying.

"What's going on?" he questions, sharply.

He looks behind his shoulder. Most people have left the office for lunch.

His job was chill. Everyone showed up in jeans and t-shirts. No one cared about anything overly dramatic, as long as the work got done.

He was programming random shit for a slew of websites and he was indifferent to the work. It was simply a means to ensure he always had money to fall back on.

That they always had money.

Sakura's job was whatever to him. Something to keep her busy.

He doesn't find her work reliable. She was listed on his benefits plan anyway. The diner didn't give her shit.

"I got cut for the day," she cries. "I dropped a bunch of plates and fucked up a big order and got let go. What if I get fired?"

Well. Case in point. Job not reliable.

He sighs.

His eyes drop to the clock at the corner of his monitor.

"Are you at work or at home?"

"I'm walking home," she mumbles.

Letting go of his phone to free his hands, he holds it between his ear and his shoulder, mean-mugging his screen.

"It's three miles," he says.

With both hands now freed up, he types a quick note to his boss, to say that he's heading out for the day. Then, he begins the process of shutting down his computer.

"I never replaced my bus pass after my bag got stolen," Sakura informs him.

He rubs at his eyes, tiredly, while the operating system shuts down.

Jesus, what the fuck. Why was she such a shit show?

---

She's sitting on the curb of a residential street, when he pulls up to her in his car.

Her hands are behind her back, her palms in the grass, and she's looking up at the clouds with her head cocked to the side.

He frowns at the way her bare legs are extended uncaringly into the street.

Dangerous.

The fraying on the lighter washed, jean shorts she's wearing today, moves against her skin in the wind.

Sakura turns her head to look at him through the windshield, then slowly gets to her feet. He makes a face at the low-cut, black halter top she's wearing, and decides that the real reason her boss had cut her for the day was likely due to her choice in attire.

She'd been sent home before, for showing up in revealing clothing. The diner prided itself on being a family friendly establishment.

Getting into the passenger seat, then shutting the door behind her, she mumbles a thank you at him.

Sasuke's eyes are on the imprint of her body, that's been left in the grass where she'd been sitting outside.

"You left your phone out there," he comments.

Sakura bashes her head backwards, into the backrest of her seat and groans loudly.

"Fuck my life," she grumbles. "It fell out of my back pocket!" she exclaims, as she reaches for the door handle.

She clambers out of the vehicle, going back to get it.

Observing her again, he appreciates the view of her ass while she's bending over to retrieve it.

She turns to him abruptly once she's straightened up, and raises an eyebrow.

Her hands fly to her hips, her phone now safely tucked away into her pocket again.

"You're not slick," she hollers.

Sasuke raps his fingers against the steering wheel.

He leans over the middle console, towards the passenger side, and yells at her out the open door.

"Get back in the car, let's go."

Once she settles back in and clicks on her seat belt, she turns to him, entertained.

He looks down for a moment, to shift the car into drive, then looks back up at the road, ignoring her.

"Jerk!" she says, laughing.

---

They have make up sex later that night.

It's slow. Sensual. They start with her on top, riding him slow. So slow, he thinks he's going to die. Like his skin is going to melt off and he's being flayed alive.

Her tits bounce while she grinds on him, and his hands glide from where they're resting on her hips, to knead at them firmly.

Sakura's eyes shut and her head tilts back.

She arches backwards, moving her hands behind her and resting them on his thighs.

Sasuke's eyebrows furrow as he watches her move on top of him.

The sensation of him pinching and pulling on her chest, combined with his dick inside of her, causes her to emit a low and breathless moan.

After another ten minutes, he decides that her pace is killing him. Pushing her off of himself, he grabs at her arms and flips her. He takes her on her stomach, pressing into her at her back.

Sakura cries out when he reaches underneath her with his fingers, to play with her pussy.

It's too much. She's too sensitive.

Gripping his other hand tightly, she comes around his cock.

The low groan he makes into her ear while she comes for him, causes her to shudder.

He's not ready to finish yet, so he keeps fucking her from the back, penetrating her deeply.

"I'm sorry I yelled at you," he mumbles, into her shoulder.

Sakura starts shifting around, pressing back against him so that she can flip around. She wants to be on her back while he finishes on top of her.

Sasuke lifts his weight off of her, looking down at her while she readjusts her body.

His features are stoic. Usually, he was very present and attentive when they were having sex.

Sometimes she likes it. Sometimes she doesn't.

Right now, it's okay.

Once he slides back into her, she moans again. When her pussy was filled by him, she felt something she didn't feel when she was casually sleeping with someone else.

His hands are buried in her hair now, one of them cradling the back of her head.

Wrapping her limbs around him, she holds him back tightly. His bare skin, flush with hers, is comforting.

"I love you," she murmurs.

He comes into her, the second the words leave her lips.

---

Later in the week, Sakura is trimming Sasuke's bangs for him. He can't see out of one of his eyes and it's annoying the fuck out of him.

Yet... he doesn't want to go to a barber to do it.

"They get too close to my face."

"I mean… I'm still going to get close to your face?"

"I don't mind when it's you," he mumbles.

She's standing between his spread legs, bent over so she can inspect her work.

He's seated on a dining room chair.

She knows it's gross to trim his hair near where they eat, but the bathroom felt too cramped for this.

She'd been worried she'd hit her elbow and poke his eye out with her scissors. She recalls some morbid fact about his dead, extended family and a murderous obsession with ripping out each other's eyeballs.

Sakura does not want to contribute to further Uchiha eye loss. No matter how inadvertent.

"Don't startle me," she warns.

Pulling her shears back, she fluffs at his hair for a minute. Trying to figure out if it's shorter.

Even on the other hand, wasn't part of the question. His hair was never evenly cut.

It had a unique way of growing haphazardly in different directions.

His hand comes up from his lap, and rests lightly on the outer edge of her waist.

"Can you see out of it yet?" she ponders.

"Not really."

She groans. She wasn't a hairdresser.

She sucked at this shit.

It's why she made him dye her hair.

"I think I give up," she mumbles.

"You tried," he assures.

"Yes."

Sakura drops her scissors on the circular dining table, but doesn't move away from him.

Her fingers caress his chin instead and she leans forwards, kissing his mouth as her hand grips his face loosely.

His fingers dig into her waist, at the action.

Naruto walks in the front door just as she's pulling away from him.

He sees Sasuke's hand fall, reluctantly, from her hip.

Sasuke and Sakura don't pay enough attention to him when they are interacting with each other.

Their position is too compromising to be something platonic.

Sasuke's spread legs and Sakura's flushed cheeks are damning.

Naruto's eyebrows raise.

He's toeing off his shoes and dropping his bag near the door, unsure how he feels about this.

He doesn't say anything though, carrying on like everything is fine.

---

Sakura is making a light breakfast. It's early.

She's in one of Sasuke's old t-shirts and a pair of his boxers.

He eyes her form blearily as he walks out of his room, before disappearing into their shared bathroom.

They shared one and let Naruto have the other.

He was too disgusting for either of them to want to share with him.

After he's brushed his teeth, Sasuke approaches her, from behind.

Sakura glances at him briefly, then turns back to her task. She is standing at the stove.

"Morning," she mumbles.

He's in lounge pants and no shirt.

He stands close behind her and looks over her shoulder at what she's making.

Eggs.

One of his hands wraps around her body, sliding under the front of her shirt. He rests his palm under her breastbone.

His other hand moves the hair away from her neck and he leans down, kissing her there.

Sakura sighs in contentment. Her eyes shut for a moment, lost in the feel of him at her back.

"You're burning the butter," he says.

"Ah, shit," she says.

She turns down the burner quickly and moves her pan to the opposite side of the stove.

She gives him a dirty look over her shoulder, then shoes him away, so she can concentrate. It's too early for Naruto to be up, but she supposes they should be careful about that too.

---

"You guys always spoon when we watch a movie," Naruto states.

Naruto has never thought this was too weird, but now that he's sensed something a little off between the two of them, he feels the need to comment.

Sakura yawns from her spot in front of Sasuke. She's propped up on an elbow while she lies on her side, the warmth from his larger body at her back.

"So?" she asks.

She rubs her bare feet together, then subtly tucks them between Sasuke's shins.

Her feet got cold easily.

"Well, let me spoon with you guys too," Naruto states, laughing.

Even he knows he sounds ridiculous.

"Fuck off, loser," Sasuke grumbles.

Naruto sits next to them, near their heads. Sometimes when he pulls his feet up onto the couch, his toes get too close to Sakura's face. Surprisingly, his feet were always scrubbed, clean and well pedicured. She ignores the closeness of his toes to her face because of this. Besides, they barely all fit when they all squished onto their couch like this, and she liked spending time with the two of them in this way.

"Are we watching that ninja movie?" Naruto asks, excitedly.

Sakura supplies a sound of agreement, dropping her elbow and getting comfortable, tucked in front of her stepbrother.

Her face gets hot for a moment. The last time she was positioned with him like this, he had been fucking her passionately in her bed.

Naruto had almost walked in on them.

She cringes.

They needed to be more careful.

Or we could just stop giving a fuck, she thinks.

She sighs, internally.

She and Sasuke were too sensitive about it, to ever attempt being open about the true nature of their relationship.

Sensing that her mind is wandering to something that worries her, Sasuke tugs at the back of her long, layered hair, bringing her back to reality. Afterwards, he tosses an arm over her loosely.

She peeks at his face, peeved by the hair yank.

He narrows his eyes at her, but she turns her head away, to look at the TV screen.

Naruto had the movie selected already. The screen on pause.

They're not paying attention to him again.

He'd been watching them from the corner of his eye.

Sasuke's an idiot, if he thinks he's good at hiding the fact that he's head over heels in love with his fake sister.

And he called him a moron.

---

Halfway through the movie, Naruto falls asleep. His head is leaned back against the top edge of the couch. His snores, audible.

Feeling drowsy herself, Sakura shuts her eyes for an extended period. The heat of Sasuke's body behind her, puts her at ease.

His hand is resting at her ribs firmly. It moves from there, to palm her chest. Sakura's eyes shoot open, once he begins to roll her nipple lazily with his fingers, over her clothes.

She gasps at him, then shifts slightly to glance at Naruto.

He's out cold.

Subtly she pushes her ass back, against Sasuke's crotch.

"You're kind of a pervert, you know that right?" she states.

At her comment, he twists her nipple roughly. Sakura has difficulty holding back her screech.

"Keeps you coming back, doesn't it?" he says.

Rubbing her legs together, her eyes widen at how quickly she's gotten wet for him.

His hard-on presses into her from behind. She groans softly.

Naruto was the type to sleep through an earthquake, but she's unsure if it made sense to fuck out in the open, right next to him.

She mutters this concern to Sasuke, who now has his fingers down the front of her shorts, buried in her pussy. His blatant disregard for the fact that his best friend is passed out next to them, is out of character for him.

Shifting his other arm, Sasuke digs his other hand into her hair and yanks on it softly.

Her quiet moans are turning him on, and he is surprised that he is feeling more excitable than usual, because he's finger fucking her in a risky setting.

With him alternating between penetrating her slick cunt and rubbing at her clit, Sakura's eyes shut tight and she worries her bottom lip.

Circling her ass against his dick more forcefully, her hand latches onto his forearm, so that she can anchor herself better.

Sasuke glances up at Naruto, to ensure he's still asleep.

The idiot has his mouth open now, drooling. He's still snoring.

Sasuke tugs her back, by the hair and then leans over her to bite her neck.

Sakura yelps in surprise, then turns her head to kiss him sloppily.

She starts to feel a light burning in her toes as she licks at his tongue. Pulling back from him slightly, she looks into his hooded eyes. She takes in his angled features. His patrician nose. His high cheekbones. Then she comes, silently.

She wonders sometimes, what the rest of his family had looked like. She can barely remember his father, but she suspects that familial resemblance was a hallmark of their genealogy. That. And the fact that the lot of them were psychotic, eyeball snatchers.

There is no other logical reason as to why his own reflection makes him uncomfortable.

The thoughts pass as rapidly as they'd came. Her mouth drops open and she's back, being present.

He's kept his fingers inside of her, feeling her pussy contract against his digits.

His jaw is tight and he needs to fuck her. His dick is too hard to ignore.

Once she's done coming, he pulls his fingers out of her. The waistband of her soft, flowy shorts, snaps back from his hand sliding out of them.

"Get up," he mutters.

Confused, she moves around. With a degree of disorientation, Sakura gets off the couch.

Sasuke stands up too, then grabs at her hand and pulls her along behind him.

Passing her room on the way to his, he yanks her door shut from the outside. If Naruto wakes up later, it'll look like she's in there this way.

Then he pulls her into his bedroom, and closes the door.

Sakura looks at him dazedly, while he's ripping off his shirt and kicking off his lounge pants.

Then he's grabbing at her and pushing her roughly into his mattress.

"From the back," he says.

Sakura gets on her hands and knees for him.

Behind her, he is standing on the ground, near the edge of the bed. While he works on sliding her shorts and panties off of her, Sakura's hand lifts, to tuck some hair behind her ear. With the same hand, she yanks her loose tank off and over her head. She throws it with little regard to where it lands.

Sasuke notes that her underwear is slow to peel off of her. The slick from her orgasm in the living room, had soaked through the fabric.

She inhales in surprise, when she feels his lips at her dripping pussy.

His hands are at her ass holding her open. He kisses her cunt and licks at her and sucks on her for a minute, then he straightens up and drives his dick into her forcefully.

Her hands fist into his sheets and her head tosses back, her hair sliding down her spine in a visually pleasing way to him.

He smacks her ass, then digs his hands into the flesh of her butt. Then, he's plowing her with little abandon.

It's rough and jarring and Sakura is living for it.

Sometimes, he got too lovey-dovey with her and she didn't like that.

Under normal circumstances, Sakura knows he cares about her, a lot. Because of that, it showed obviously, during sex too.

That's not something she wanted all the time though.

She'd go out and flirt and find some easy, forgettable dude to fuck her mindlessly, to cancel out that heaviness.

There were times that she just didn't want to feel much of anything.

He's doing a good job of just focusing on the physical right now, instead of bringing in all the other things along with it. In this moment, it's perfect for her.

"Fuck me—fuck me like this more often," she pants out.

"Like what?"

Sakura emits a long moan. He's moved one hand to her shoulder and is using it to move her body against himself, pulling all the way out of her and pushing all the way back in, repeatedly.

"Like you're a fucking a slut?" he guesses.

Nodding wordlessly, she clenches herself around his dick in response.

Sasuke eyes her back and her body as they continue to fuck.

His foster sister was fucked up. He doesn't fully understand why she's like this, but he can make an educated guess that the instability of their childhood and teenage years likely contributed.

"Okay," he acquiesces.

Pulling out of her abruptly, he pulls on her ankle with one hand while he strokes his dick with the other.

"Turn around. I'm going to come on your face."

She complies without complaint.

---

It's a couple days later and Sakura is sitting at a table at work, wrapping utensils in paper napkins.

Her co-worker, Ino, is sitting across from her and wiping down menus.

Ino looks up when the door opens. Sakura does not.

"Oh look, it's that tatted up guy that always hits on you," Ino says.

Sakura's cheeks flush as she catches sight of Gaara. Admittedly a face tattoo was bold, but she thinks it looks good on him.

"Shut up!" she bites out.

Her regular customer walks past her, gives her a nod, and takes a seat at his usual table.

As Sakura organizes the wrapped utensils into a bin, the door opens up again.

This time, she looks up.

"Oh look," Ino starts. "It's your psycho brother and your dopey roommate."

Sakura gives Ino a look.

"There's nothing 'psycho' about Sasuke," she defends.

Maybe his dead, extended family. But not him. Like her, he was just a victim of circumstance. That was all.

Ino rolls her eyes.

"He's too quiet. And he watches you like a hawk when you're working," she says.

Sakura frowns at her. She's offended on Sasuke's behalf.

"Not everyone feels the need to talk as much as you," Sakura says.

Ino scoffs at her.

"Wow. Mad much?"

Sakura sticks her tongue out at the ashy blonde and lifts her bin of wrapped utensils. She walks it to behind the counter and stashes it, then grabs three of them along with three plates.

She drops a set off at her tattooed customer's table. They give each other toothy grins.

Then she drops by her roommates' table and deposits the remaining cutlery there.

Sasuke looks displeased, though she feels like he always looks this way.

Staring at him briefly, she thinks that she really doesn't remember the last time she heard him laugh. That half-chortle when they'd gone on a walk a while back, didn't fully count.

"Must you guys always show up and bother me?" she jokes.

Naruto grins at her.

"You know you like it. Plus, we tip good."

"Isn't it tip well?" she questions.

Naruto rolls his expressive, cerulean eyes at her. Then, he yawns loudly.

Sakura narrows her eyes at him as his breath wafts over. He might've forgotten to brush his teeth again.

"Well, shmell. Not in the mood for the grammar police. I want a beer though," Naruto says.

Pulling a cute, pink notepad from the pocket of her apron, Sakura asks, "What kind?"

Naruto tries to squint at the beer taps behind the diner counter, but quits without much effort.

"What's on draft?" he asks, instead.

Sakura lists out Naruto's options.

He picks something. She looks at Sasuke expectantly.

"I don't want anything," he says, distracted. His attention is fixated elsewhere.

She narrows her eyes at him now.

He's looking behind her. At the man sitting at her other table.

She turns on her heel. Her regular had been staring at her, it seemed.

Leaving Sasuke and Naruto, she smiles at Gaara and sits down briefly after walking over, to chat and take his order.

She ignores Sasuke's very obvious attention to her actions.

When she drops Naruto's beer off at their table, she's in a sour mood.

Sasuke was annoying her.

What made him even more irritating, was that more often than not, he was capable of pissing her off from zero to sixty without saying a single word.

It was infuriating.

For now, she attempts to disregard it. She takes Naruto's food order and then doesn't bother turning to Sasuke to clarify if he's hungry or not.

Jerk.

When she checks in with her tatted regular, he asks her a question.

"So. Those guys are always here," Gaara comments.

"Yeah."

"You seem friendly," he notes.

Sakura laughs, "I'm friendly with you too, aren't I?"

Gaara snorts, "True."

"Seems different over there though. One of them has a staring problem."

Sakura screams internally. She needed to tell Sasuke to stop.

"He's my—" she starts.

"Boyfriend?"

"…No. He's my—brother," she says, lamely.

It sounded wrong. All wrong.

What kind of brother looked at his sister the way he was looking at her?

Her regular is thinking the same thing. His eyebrows raise.

"We're not—we're not actually related by blood," she amends.

Gaara nods.

"Ah, got it."

His hand is in a fist, and he's got it resting under his chin, elbow on the table. He gives her a calculating look, then continues.

"So you want to go somewhere, when your shift is over?" he asks.

Sakura gives him a small smile.

"Yeah, okay," she agrees.

Some time later, she's taking Naruto his check and looking down at the receipt to make sure it's for his bill.

She always gave her roommates an employee discount.

When she drops it off, Sasuke questions her.

"What time are you getting home?"

She glances at him. He'd ripped up the napkin from his utensils, the ones she'd meticulously wrapped before his arrival. It's going to be a mess for her busser to clean up.

"Not sure. I have plans after work," she says.

Sasuke frowns, deeply.

What was with him? she thinks.

"With who?"

Sakura glares at him.

"None of your business."

Naruto laughs here and interjects.

"Can I come?"

Turning to him, Sakura reaches forwards and punches his shoulder. She appreciates his ability to lighten up moods, whenever it's desperately needed.

"No, you're not invited," she remarks, playfully.

It's at that moment that her regular walks past, having closed out before her roommates, and says, "See you later tonight?"

Sakura nods, blushing, as she makes eye contact with him.

She turns back to the boys, after he's left. She's reaching for Naruto's credit card, not paying attention to Sasuke.

Departing for the register, to ring up the card, she is unaware that Sasuke has gotten up and followed her.

Naruto is eyeing him from their table with concern.

Sakura glances up. Her green eyes surprised.

"Sasuke wha—"

"You can't go."

She gives him a perplexed look. He is in a sleeved grey shirt, one of the sleeves pushed up to his elbow, and the other at his wrist.

It wasn't that cold today, so she's not sure why he's wearing it instead of a t-shirt.

"I can. And I will. What's with you?" she asks, softly.

She inserts Naruto's card into the machine and punches a couple buttons on the register's tablet.

Sasuke's hands are on the counter and he leans forward.

"I don't want you to," he says, quietly.

Sakura looks up at him again, her eyebrows drawn together.

She doesn't think anyone can hear them, but she's starting to get worried that he's in the preliminary stages of making a scene.

This happened more often between them when they were younger. It was sloppy, and it almost always drew attention.

She thinks quickly. She doesn't want to fight with him at work.

He had his stupid, cushy desk job. But she didn't.

All she had was this.

Serving people food.

"Okay. I won't go," she lies. "Take this to Naruto please," she requests.

She shoves the receipt she's printed along with Naruto's card and a pen into Sasuke's hands. Then she turns her back on him, disappearing into the kitchen.

Ino watches with concern, from the window outside. She'd been serving a table on the patio.

She doesn't know Sakura's blond roommate too well, but their eyes meet briefly through the glass, after they both witness the exchange.

---

Sakura is in a bad mood.

She had planned on going through with her date, but she doesn't feel very social anymore.

Sasuke and Naruto had left a couple hours ago and her shift was due to end in the next 30 minutes.

Hey, not feeling well. Rain check? she texts.

Bummer. Yeah, next time, Gaara types back.

When Sakura gets home, she retreats to her room.

Sasuke climbs into her bed around one o'clock in the morning.

She flips over, facing him.

Looking at his face in the dark, she feels sad.

She thinks he looks sad too.

Her hands come up and rest on his chest.

"What do we do?" she asks.

Sasuke is silent for a while, his onyx eyes mapping what he can make out of her face, in the non-existent lighting.

"I don't know," he says, finally.

Sakura starts crying silent tears in front of him.

This was awful.

They had been getting intimate much more frequently than in years past, and it was taking its toll on both of them.

Complicating everything.

Sakura sniffles.

He wraps his arms around her, crushing her body against his.

When he speaks, his voice is down an octave, in preparation for sleep. She takes comfort in it. In his embrace.

"We'll—we'll figure it out," he says.

---

TBC...

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