Chapter 17 - In your bed
Please read the author's notes at the end, thank you and enjoy!
Song suggestion for this chapter: Ariana & the Rose - In Your Bed (either remix or original, but I wrote the whole chapter listening to this!)
She opened the door, steeping into the cold corridor, her footsteps soundless as she approached his room. Her eyelids were heavy and sprinkled with exhaustion.
A soft knock followed next, and she inhaled sharply, her nervousness beyond description.
"Come in." a soft, calm voice welcomed her into the confined space, she gave in, no hesitation this time.
Her heartbeat quickened as she inhaled sharply again, her hands almost trembled from nervousness when she griped the door handle, pulling it. She opened the door, almost painfully slowly so.
Sakura tip toed into the room, closing the door behind her with a soft click, her gaze was everywhere, everywhere that wasn't Itachi.
But she could feel it, that dark stare of his, staring, boring into her.
She sighed inaudibly. Her eyes sought him almost curiously so and it didn't take long for Sakura's eyes to meet his. Her breath hitched when she caught that mysterious sharp gaze of his. Black eyes staring at her, waiting as if he was a wild animal waiting for his prey, waiting for his prey to make a fatal mistake that would cause him to attack.
Damp, long locks looked darker than they usually were, hugging her form almost protectively as she pressed one of her arms to her chest, scrunching up her loose sleeping shirt, her cleavage becoming more prominent. Her back was against the cold wooden door, as she stood there uncomfortably, waiting for him to say something, anything. Pink toes curled into the cool floor, making her almost shiver.
He was casually sitting on the small bed, his hands at both sides, palms down, softly touching the cheap bed sheets. He was wearing a loose grey shirt with a piece of a cut-out mesh, that travelled down his chest, revealing glimpses of lean muscle underneath. His own raven hair wet, the droplets of water swiftly running down the ends of his hair, almost glistening against the darkness that was his silky mane. The bright moon illuminated his form, the pale rays of moonlight basking his back almost affectionately. His eyes were half-lidded, almost foggy as he still looked at her, his gaze intent, laced with curiosity that was caused by this woman.
"I'm not sure what you know already." She heard his voice, it was smooth, almost curious. She blinked. "So just show me what you know, from your experience. I will assess your skills and we will work from there." She could've sworn there was a drop of amusement that laced his voice, as if there was a deeper meaning that his words had, as if he knew something she didn't.
"I'm giving you permission to do whatever you deem useful against me."
"Hai." She nodded, her voice indifferent. Her warrior spirit willing her to overcome any obstacle, even if it meant seducing one of the most dangerous man in the Land of Fire.
Her pink toes left their place by the door, slow, smooth and feathery steps approached his lean form. Her face of stone cold, her eyes full with emotions that were practically unreadable. He looked at her, almost expectantly so, darkness clashing with eternal emerald in a fight she had no chance at winning. His eyes almost provoked her, willed her to succumb, but she refused, refused to give up without a fight.
Her gaze hardened, as she approached him closer, she was willing herself to become someone else, someone that wasn't Sakura, someone that could be called a seductress, someone that had the most feminine tricks in her arsenal, someone that could overtake any man with her eyes alone, someone whose moves alone could ignite the highest of heats.
Sakura stripped before, its not like she had a choice, having Ino forcefully take her to the pole dance classes, with the excuse that they would need it later in the future, one way or another. Sakura couldn't lie, Ino was right, she was almost thankful to her friend for making her take those dance classes a couple of times a week, quite a few years back, although, her only problem was that she only knew how to dance.
Sakura was pretty good at dancing, she even enjoyed the cold steel against her body as she was used to the feeling of writhing against the sleek metal like a snake, her moves feline and graceful, the feeling it brought almost relaxing as no one cared to pay extra attention to her moves, as she practised them. This time it was different.
Sakura by no means knew how to move or what to do when it came to seducing, pleasing a man. Because Itachi and Shisui were men that were roughened by their experiences, shinobi that had no problems getting any woman they want, anbu that had seen more bloodshed than she did through her entire life, men with duty before everything. They weren't immature boys, no, they knew what they wanted, and they took it without remorse.
Her eyes never left his, her moves soft as she stood before him, her own form basking in moonlight. He looked at her, his eyes still half-lidded as if he was uninterested completely, but still, they were somewhat expectant. Itachi was a man that looked almost sinuous in the platinum moonlight, adored by the night itself, embraced by the darkness that all of the Uchiha carried.
Her gaze was still hardened, as she leaned in, her knees grazed his, the man beneath her radiated heat and her hand touched his shoulder, movement precise and flexible, as she placed her hand in between his shoulder blade and neck, he didn't move, but his skin was hot against her soft fingertips. She had no idea what she was doing.
Whatever physical experience Sakura had with Shisui, she knew that it was useless to her at this very moment, she didn't learn anything, because she was the one seduced by the man's charms. He was the one to initiate whatever that they would find themselves doing, she didn't know what she wanted, she was just a foolish girl that followed the path full of lust and desire without understanding the consequences of such actions. She was no woman, no seductress, just an inexperienced girl.
Her legs were next, as her toes left the cold, wooden floor soundlessly and she soon found herself on his bed, both legs sprawled at his sides, exposed milky skin rubbing against the cheap navy fabric. The material of her long shirt ridding up, exposing the skin-tight black shorts she wore underneath as well as more of her skin on the leg area.
She sat in his lap, thighs straddled his waist as she willed her nervousness to go away, willed herself to stay calm, she was lost.
She leaned in, next to his ear, finally breaking away from his intense gaze, hot breath fanning against his skin, as her hold on his shoulder shifted to his neck, her hand travelling upwards slowly, caressing his smooth skin with feathery touches.
Her lips were close to his ear, maybe a bit too close and he almost thought that she probably didn't intend on doing that, as she failed to acknowledge their close proximity given her inexperience. Her lips almost touched his skin, warm, wet and inviting, as she whispered.
"Say, Itachi-san…" her voice dropped low, lower than he ever heard it and he intently listened to it, letting her do whatever that she wants, and the way she highlighted the syllables in his name…it didn't go unnoticed by him. "what do you want?" she exhaled, as her hand travelled into his damp silky locks, caressing them gently, her breath hot against his exposed flesh. His eyes widened momentarily. He wondered if there was a deeper meaning to her words, something else he didn't catch.
He didn't move, no reaction, as he just sat still, making no move, as stoic as an Uchiha could be…so very different from Shisui, but even with Shisui, sometimes she would feel the same way, unable to reach him.
"Dull." She heard his smooth timbre, clearly unimpressed, as she met his dangerous gaze through the corner of her black lashes. She didn't move as she sat there, frozen in his lap, against his lean musculature that radiated heat and confidence, features that were simply a part of this man's nature. Words were stuck in her throat as shock coursed straight through her veins.
"Are you willing to learn?" he asked, his question twisted, laced with something she couldn't grasp, it was more than a question, that much she knew. Was she ready to give in? Did she have a choice? She did not.
"Yes." Her answer was simple, no hidden meaning, just absolute and raw honesty, as she admitted her lack of knowledge. "Good." His voice barely a whisper. "Roll your hips against me." He instructed, his hands caressed her hips, his touch feathery, almost non-existent, barely reaching her.
She did as she was told, she rolled her hips, one time, with inexperience, with embarrassment, with clumsiness, her movement soft, too soft to cause any reaction from him, to cause any friction between the bodies.
Sakura gasped as he touched her, more firmly this time, her face reddening drastically as his hands guided her, showed her how to move. His movement rougher than her own, more calloused, more experienced. "Now try doing this on your own." She heard his unholy voice against her ear and she shuddered without meaning to do so.
His hands still lingered on her hips as she rolled her pelvis a couple more times, without his help.
After becoming more confident with her movements, Sakura's motions became a bit faster, a bit rougher, a bit more like the feeling he sought from her as she placed both of her hands on his shoulders for support.
"Good girl." He whispered straight into her ear, his tone almost husky, a bit deeper than before, his fingertips pressing into her voluptuous hips a bit harder, his touch not so feathery anymore. She shuddered again, and she didn't know what caused this reaction exactly, be it the thick atmosphere in the room or whatever that she was doing to his body.
"Faster." His voice was still instructing, but it became darker, more demanding.
And she did as she was told, increasing her speed, adjusting her rhythm against his hips, and then she felt it. A soft bulge, that was increasing in his pants rapidly, a bulge that threatened to touch her. A feeling she was familiar with, because she felt it before, with someone else.
It took her sheer power of will not to gasp as she felt an instant surge of pleasure, a small ting that ran through her body mercilessly, caused by a man she knew little about. "Rougher." He all but purred into her ear, his voice turning a shade darker, more sinister.
She didn't question him as she rolled her hips against his lower body harder, rougher, with precision, her moves effortless and natural as if she knew what she was doing, her soft breasts pressing into his chest, near the collarbone, as she buried her face into his neck, her soft, damp hair tickled his sides as he felt her inhale, her lips touching his neck without meaning to do so, her face buried deep, and he almost gasped at the sensation, his senses fuelled by the woman that was dry humping him with pure passion. The sway of her hips against him was unlike anything he ever felt.
His self-control was wavering with each second that she continued her merciless, feminine dance using her hips. Her clothed sex touched him through his pants, her tight softness pressing into him roughly, deeply, almost sinking onto his cock deliciously and he couldn't help but wonder how tight she must be, how tight she would feel around him. Pleasure, adrenaline and heat pulsed through his veins continuously as he was finding it harder not to give in to her ministrations.
Her hand gripped his semi-wet locks, pulling them as she literally moaned into his heated flesh, her hot lips grazing his skin, her melodious sounds swallowed by him, as her voice softly reverberated through his whole body, deep into the edge of his nape. And then he felt it, her heat, sinking onto him lower, deeper, wet.
He nearly cursed, his senses fuelled by her inexperience, his body burning from her accidental touches and he wanted nothing more than to rip those little shorts she wore and bury his cock deep within her heat, fuck her senseless into oblivion. His length only increased, bucking almost painfully against her, he fought hard, trying his best not to lift his own hips trying to meet her steady rhythm.
It was wrong, he admitted, the pink haired woman in his hands wanted nothing more but Shisui, and here he was, instructing her on dry fucking like he was teaching her a regular jutsu on a training field. This was so very wrong, unfair even, given the situation, but his, curiosity and luck were both in par. He might be able to satisfy his curiosity that was Sakura Haruno and even get a taste of the very same woman, luck indeed. She was a forbidden fruit, and in theory he was never supposed to have a taste of this taboo temptation, but here he was, enjoying her riding him, without a care in the world.
He didn't know what his cousin felt towards the pink-haired woman, but he could've imagined it must've been something similar to what he was feeling right now. He even dared to say, he wanted more.
He wanted something more from this obnoxiously exotic, pink-haired woman, and his grip on her hips tightened, it became more rough as he recalled her sprawled, naked form, bed sheets barely covering her, lithe skin glowing against moonlight as his cousins body hovered over her, his eyes drinking the sight of her, unsatisfiable hunger glittering in the pits of darkness.
He wondered if his eyes held the same type of fire as his cousin's did. Was the darkness of his gaze hungry, primal, ready to consume her? He didn't know, all he could do was feel, feel her soft body moving against his, as he struggled with his self-control and morals. This woman was worth committing a sin if that meant taking away that innocence she held, ravishing her until her voice was hoarse from her moans and gasps, from all the pleasure inflicted.
All Sakura could feel was the hard, hot muscle underneath her hips as she moved recklessly against it, it was like her very own body moulded into his, the feeling so hot that it knocked all of the air from her lungs as she gasped time and time again against his neck desperately, pleasure with adrenaline thrumming through body, rushing straight into her blood. Heat pooled into the pit of her stomach the more she danced, the more reckless she became. She burned with need, no, she ached with it.
Sakura felt more confident in what she was doing, her sole reason was that for the very first time she was the one in control, she the one who was controlling the whole situation.
Her hips and legs become sore, tired even, but the adrenaline kept her going. She wanted a taste of that sweet relief, she wanted a touch fuelled by desire, a touch bigger than the one that graced her hips.
His grip on her hips became almost painful, stilling her movements as she stopped moving completely. Sharingan blazed into the darkness, his eyes that of a sinful demon as he stared at her, his face stoic, not a single trace of enjoyment that she felt just mere seconds ago. No, he looked unaffected, besides the pulsing length beneath her pelvis and she looked all worked up, face flushed, her heat pulsing and aching with need, with the need of release. Her eyes half open, fogged by a feeling of lust, as she looked at him.
"I told you to make me hard." His tongue flicked out to wet his lips, his voice almost making her moan on the spot, it was infused with so much darkness. One of his hands left her hip, dipping lower, lifting the messy edge of her loose sleeping shirt, wasting no time slipping under the dark waistband of her shorts, his hot fingertips grazing a fiery path across her soaked panties, feeling her hot, soaked folds through the thin material, his own length twitching excitedly at the liquid sensation he found.
A few flicks of his fingertips, leaving a fiery path was all it took to make her gasp loudly and surrender. "Not to make yourself wet." His voice was silk, a crushed velvet with a tinge of domination, as his teeth nibbled the shell of her ear, hot lips leaving a wet trail alongside her ear, dipping down into her neck. His fingers withdrawing from her ever so slowly, almost painfully slowly, teasing her as she throbbed under his ministrations, confused, when her expression told him everything he needed to know. Predictable.
The implications he made were clear, clear enough to have her thinking, clear enough so that she would comeback the next night with want and need and all of the determination to attempt to seduce him successfully just for the sake of it. He wanted more than that, and his voice gave away more than she grasped with her lust clouded mind. "You need to learn this." He rasped against her neck, his voice barely loud enough for her to hear. "Think about it and you will try again tomorrow." His lips left her neck, the coolness she felt on her neck, the slight sting, it made her gulp nervously as she looked at him with her doe-like eyes, her throat dry.
"Hai." Came out a soft response as her gaze sharpened, her insides trembled, and she wanted nothing else than to sink her teeth into his body and ride this man into oblivion, to satisfy her own primal urges. "Dissmised." He rasped one last time and she moved away from him, her movements a bit too fast, a bit too urgent. He hid a smirk beneath his stoic mask as he looked at the flustered female, clearly satisfied with the results of his lesson, a small spark played in his dark eyes, perhaps he would've named it as amusement.
His insides twitched when she left the room hurriedly, his hand palming his cock as he sighed. If she becomes too good at this whole thing, he might even attempt to fuck her.
Her scent still lingered in the room, peaches and something else. He gripped his cock tighter, his other hand close to his lips as he flicked his tongue over the tips of his fingertips…tasting, lavishing the leftovers of her arousal. He nearly hummed, his fascination with the woman only increasing, her arousal tasting of peaches as well. He wanted more of this, more of this taste that lingered on his lips deliciously.
His hand dipped into his pants, helping to free its member out of the confined space of his boxers. He gripped his length, firmly, giving it a few strokes as he sighed from the relief.
He looked at the damp spot of on his pants and nearly shuddered, her essence and scent was everywhere within the cramped inn room and it lingered within his senses as well. He smeared the pearl of precum on the head of his cock and closed his eyes.
The images of her sprawled onto his lap came back to life, hair clinging to her sides as she gasped into his neck, her hips working tirelessly with a steady and fast rhythm on his cock, his eyes rolling back as she resisted the urge to moan.
His strokes became faster.
He recalled the way she griped his hair, pulling it with force that almost made him gasp at the sensation. He ran his hand through his locks, gripping the long, dark mane with the same force she did.
Her hot lips grazing against his neck, her hot breath as she nearly came straight onto his lap while riding him, her limbs numb as she worked herself harder, taking everything that the adrenaline had to offer, sinking onto his length hungrily with her wet heat.
He grunted silently, when he remembered the way her eyes looked, lust induced, half lidded, foggy, a shade darker and full of want.
His hand worked even faster, gripping his length more roughly, more swiftly.
He nearly gasped when his mind filled him with various images, of her in the bed, sprawled onto the pristine white sheets, naked, skin glowing, ethereal, and he imagined that in a perfect world it was him who hovered over her lithe body, touching her everywhere, tracing fiery paths around her body, tasting her without consequences, slipping into her heat. Fucking her senseless.
He came just by thinking about it, a deep grunt rolled out of his mouth with satisfaction, his breaths ragged and heavy as he looked at the white substance that lingered on his hand, her essence still lingered on his tongue. Just one more taste.
Shisui was laying in his bed, his thoughts a tangled mess as he kept replaying Sakura's words. The woman thought she wasn't even worth a pity fuck, but she was wrong, his hands itched, he wanted nothing more than to run his hands all over her body, feel her supple flesh against his fingertips. And the thought scared him, because never in his life, has he desired any other woman than Izumi, that is until Sakura came around and messed with his whole ideology.
His thoughts were contradicting, morally disgusting. He wanted them both at the same time, but he knew that wasn't an option, so he had to choose. Even so, he still wanted Sakura, he wanted to have that mysterious nymph within an arm's reach at all times, and his blood was nearly boiling just by a mere thought that somewhere, in the room next door, Itachi was sliding his hands all over her body. But that was his choice, it was for the better if she thought he didn't feel anything towards her, for the better if she thought of him as heartless, for the better if she knew he didn't care, because it was just wrong.
He raked a hand through his messy curls, sighing as insomnia was contradicting with his sleeping schedule once again. He didn't know how long he will be able to keep up with his cold, indifferent façade.
He didn't know where Izumi was, he was afraid, afraid to find her, lifeless, her body limp without any signs of it ever being alive. His heart tore just at the thought. He was afraid to lose someone precious in his life again.
And then there was Sakura, just next door, full of life, bright, exciting, willing to provide him with comfort and probably everything else he ever wanted, but he just couldn't, because he didn't want to use her just to make himself feel better.
What was even worse is that he noticed his cousins growing fascination with the pink-haired woman, it was enough that he had Izumi going after him, but was he willing to take away Sakura from him as well? Was Sakura even his? No, she wasn't.
He felt lonely, so, so lonely, as he wanted nothing else but to go to the room next door, lay down, have her hands rake through his curls in a comforting way, have her take away his nightmares, have her heal his wounds with her expert dainty hands.
He was a scum. Someone who did not deserve any of them, nor Izumi nor Sakura. He knew that he loved Izumi, but was unsure of what was happening, when Sakura started popping up into his mind more frequently as well, with her bright smile and her kind smile, soft features and all healing hands.
He didn't know when he started having those frequent images and flashbacks of her sprawled onto pristine white bed sheets, her eyes full of lust and want and he wanted nothing more but to grip her by those long pink tresses and swallow her pleas with his mouth.
He would occasionally have the same images of Izumi, but they were never this powerful, never this real, almost at hands touch. Sakura wanted him, and maybe that's why it worked both ways.
But then there was clan, clan affairs, engagement and Izumi. He never wanted to be the Uchiha clan heir, even going as far as trying to decline and having Itachi to become one, but elders never listened, they had their own opinion, clan image was of importance.
Uchiha Kagami was the last Uchiha clan leader before his younger brother Uchiha Fugaku took over. Shisui was always meant to be the heir to the Uchiha clan, his future planned for him already, when all he wanted was to break free from the chains that held him chained up the old traditions and customs.
Shisui's parents died in the third ninja war, leaving him an orphan. The gazes from the clan elders, the gazes he'd get when crossing the compound, the snickering behind his back. He knew it all too well.
And when he thought that he would be okay with becoming the next clan leader as long as Izumi was by his side, he was wrong, so wrong, because all she ever wanted was Itachi, not him.
She never looked at him as a man, never spared a glance in a different light, even though she always knew they would end up getting married, still, she harboured those fruitless feelings towards Itachi while he completely ignored her, probably due to the fact that Shisui himself was struck by the girl.
That's why he became anbu. He wanted to get away from all of this mess, away from his controlling clan and the village. His only source of satisfaction that numbed the pain temporarily were the women he'd pick up, to fuck senselessly.
That was until he met her. A mysterious girl with an unknown power, with no clue how to handle physical relationships and with no clue about how they worked between adult people. She was one that had one of the kindest hearts, working tirelessly at the hospital, trying to help everyone that she could lay her hands on.
She messed with his life, because at first, he thought of her as just a distraction, an exotic sight with sweet lips and divine body, but she was so, so much more.
And he always told himself, that maybe, if he were to be born in another life and he would meet her again, they would have a chance.
He hoped, because he was a selfish bastard, that ran away from his problems instead of dealing with them.
He wanted her, because he could have her, unlike Izumi, who was unreachable no matter how hard he tried, she had her eyes set on another target.
But to think his cousin would try to snatch away another woman of his…was unacceptable.
One was the next Uchiha matriarch in line and the other one was one of the new legendary Sanin, Godaime Hokage's apprentice, a strength to be reckoned with.
He sighed, rubbing his eyes. He wanted Sakura, wanted her comfort, wanted for her to help him deal with his wounds, but all he could do was touch her, with his eyes only, from a far distance, with a stoic mask that masked everything he felt, everything he wanted to tell her.
It broke him in ways he couldn't understand, she thought of herself as just a pity fuck. She even declared that she would fuck Itachi if it comes to that, and Shisui couldn't blame her, he was an asshole that deserved every bit of it, after all he withheld the truth about him and Izumi and the Uchiha clan, and so much more, when she was clear with him from day one.
He did not deserve her. He did not deserve her longing gazes, her kind smiles, her moans that up until today were always meant for him and him only, he was the first one to touch her like this, to awaken that feeling of desire within her, to ignite the fire that screamed with want, burning every vein in her body.
He wondered what Itachi thought of her. Did he enjoy running his fingers through her skin? Did he like the feeling of her silk pink tresses between his fingers? Did he hear that soft moan of hers that makes his length pulse with excitement every time? Did he kiss those plump, rosy lips?
He didn't think he would find out anytime soon, and he didn't know if he wanted to know. He wanted to rush into her room and take her, make her his, but it was far too late for that, and to be honest that was never an option. He wanted her to look only at him with those warm eternal jade eyes.
All he ever wanted was to feel loved by someone. He wondered if it was too much to ask? A selfish request, perhaps.
Author's note
First of all if you spot any mistakes I'm so, so terribly sorry for that, I wrote this one go (clearly very inspired writing smut lol) and I tend to upload at nights (I live in Europe) and 80% of my readers are from US, so I have to make sure I tend to the bigger half, obviously. I've tried posting during the day a couple of times and let's just say the results weren't really good. I will edit the mistakes tomorrow, when I wake up.
On the other note, thank you so much for reading this chapter and for all of your comments on the last chapter! I hope this chapter answers some of the questions from Shisui's perspective, especially with Shisui being the next clan heir etc, I've planned for it to be like this from the beginning and I know that everyone was curious as to why Itachi wasn't the heir.
Also, I've edited the whole story, so my writing should be pretty much consistent, although the first chapters still aren't that good compared to the ones I'm writing now, but I can't go and just change all of the dialogues etc. The first chapters were pretty bad and my writing was just awful, I honestly don't know how you guys kept reading this up till now lol. But if you are really keen you can reread the chapters, I've tweaked quite a few things and it is way smoother than before.:)
One last thing - I've uploaded my other fanfiction Temptress of Babylon on AO3 as well, so if you haven't read it yet, give it a go either on ao3 or this website.
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