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Completely naked as the day they were born, Sakura rode Sasuke to oblivion with her hands balancing herself atop his sculpted pectorals. She carried, even now, a composed serene expression that belied what they were doing only by the sweat that beaded across her forehead and the barest hint of a pink flush that graced her cheekbones. She looked as beautiful as he'd imagined, if not still too apathetic in comparison to his fantasies.

Sasuke hadn't asked for this. He hadn't even anticipated it. Just when the next morning came around and he went in to check on Sakura, Sasuke found her completely nude, standing before the bed.

He'd been suspicious initially of course, rebuffing Sakura's continued embraces and fervent kisses –but when the kunoichi kicked his legs out from under him, even without her chakra, and pinned him on top of the bed with both her legs straddling him, Sasuke lost all his resolve.

Even if this was a trick –even if she had an ulterior motive, he had wanted this for way too long and it was stupid to reject an appealing thing so plainly offered.

So soon he was penetrated deep into her warmth and was thrusting feverishly back and forth into oblivion. He'd always wanted to hear her scream his name out in euphoria and tried as such to instigate it now but no matter how much he pushed, Sakura endured the pain and only ever emitted quiet grunts, just like him through the act.

When he was near finishing Sasuke flipped them so that he was on top and she showed no objection. His arms wrapped around her knees as he pounded deep into her for the last sprint.

"I'm gonna cum inside," he hissed against her lips, wanting her to know and react in fear that he intended to ejaculate inside. That he might impregnate her. Surely a fierce independent girl like her would be mortified by such a potential future: barefoot and pregnant by a guy she hated?

But Sakura surprised him once again. She showed neither fear nor horror in her expression and merely grabbed him by the back of his neck and pulled him into a surprise kiss.

He burst without taking Sakura with him, to his huge disappointment. When he softened he could tell Sakura had yet to climax, to his own embarrassment.

"I…we can-" he started saying but was interrupted by Sakura, who was already sitting up and donning the silk satin robe he'd given her.

"I'd like to see Miki," she said while turning to face the man after tying the sash tightly around her waist.

Sasuke was again flabbergasted by the pink haired kunoichi. How did she recover so fast? Also…

"If you wanted to use sex as a bargaining tool then shouldn't you have stated the conditions first before giving me what I wanted?" he tried to sound high-handed but Sakura actually chortled in reply, not the least bit disheartened.

"You'll understand in a bit," she answered cryptically and Sasuke was both parts intrigued as well as irritated by her haughtiness. He was supreme overlord –err, king of Konoha wasn't he? She was his consort, not the other way around. She was lower than dirt compared to him. If he wanted to, he could make her bow before him, licking the soles of his shoes…

Okay, none of that was true. Sasuke knew that Sakura would probably kill herself before obeying him blindly like that. He contemplated all of this to himself while waiting for his servants to fulfill the call he'd sent to bring Miki up to the penthouse suite.

The trembling boy with hunched shoulders was led forward by two handlers, chains on both his ankles and wrists, to stop right before Sakura. Sasuke expected the girl to run forward and embrace the cherubic boy in a tight hug but she merely stared down at him with those unreadable, emotionless eyes that he'd grown up seeing.

One moment passed.

Two moments.

Sakura finally knelt down and embraced the boy, who Sasuke only then realized had been crying this whole time; his attention had been too focused on Sakura (as always) to notice.

"Shh," the girl hushed the shaking boy while gently rubbing his back, consoling him in his overt depression. Sasuke felt a shred of remorse now looking at the weeping child; Miki had already had an abusive childhood but Sasuke had to take it upon himself to use that same childhood as leverage to attain Sakura. Another reason Sasuke knew he would be going to Hell upon death, he supposed.

The child wept into the rosette's bosom until he had no more tears and the strength had drained from his body, quickly falling to sleep inside the kunoichi's arms.

Sasuke couldn't believe the next second of events that occurred: in one unwavering action, Sakura had snapped Miki's neck before laying the boy's lifeless form gently onto the floorboards. She signaled for the servants –who were equally flabbergasted as Sasuke- to take the child away, to which they all readily obeyed- probably glad to have any excuse to vacate the pink haired girl's vicinity.

When the door was closed, before Sasuke could exclaim "what the hell" Sakura turned to face him with fierce intense –almost inflamed eyes that made him falter and stop his breath right in the midst of inhaling.

"Don't you ever try to blackmail me with anything ever again," Sakura seethed through tights fists that Sasuke knew would have been enflamed with chakra had she had the chance.

"Wh-what- why-why did you-"

He was interrupted by Sakura literally throwing her entire weight into him and pinning him against the wall of his bedroom while her fists grabbed onto the collar of his shirt. "I am not a toy, Sasuke. I will not be played. I will not be blackmailed or coerced by you or anybody."

"Why did you sleep with me if you were just planning on killing the boy?!" Sasuke asked her while throwing her weight off of him; Sakura landed gracefully on her two feet, just as he anticipated she would.

Sakura met his eyes with the calm icy deftness that he had fallen in love with all those years ago. "I would have slept with you with or without the boy, Uchiha. If it meant slaking your stupid fixation over me than I would have done it years ago!"

Sakura found herself pinned on her back, on the ground, a moment after her declaration, Sasuke's chakra infused arms locking her in place beneath him. "You thought one time would be enough, Sakura? You thought you could get rid of me that easily? You thought I would let you leave me?"

He laughed coldly, almost derisively, before tightly gripping her jawline. "Something like that won't happen anytime soon."

Or ever, Sasuke knew internally, but he wasn't about to admit to that in front of her, even if she may have already known. She tended to know everything anyways.

His one hand ripped away the sash to her robe while he forced her mouth to come pressed right up against his lips while he whispered: "I won't ever let you leave me Sakura."

Dammit. He'd just swore to himself to not use that word in front of her.

Why was it he could never think or act coherently around this girl?

Blaming her for this again, Sasuke felt an even more ingrained desire to punish the girl before him so he jerked her legs apart before gruffly inserting himself. Because of their earlier union, her entrance was still pretty lubricated and as such not very discomforting but Sasuke did get a bit of satisfaction when the pinkette grimaced as he purposely slammed against her cervix.

"You're. My. Whore. Don't. Ever. Forget. It," he inflected every syllable with a violent thrust into her that only ever caused her to grit her teeth, never scream from and because that wasn't satisfying enough -because he just wanted to break up that cool composed expression, Sasuke did the first thing that came to mind and bit down on her earlobe, hard.

When he tasted iron, Sasuke knew he had drawn blood but even then no scream escaped from Sakura's lips; he couldn't bring himself to bite any harder because he feared he would actually tear the piece off. When he lifted his head back up to meet her eyes, Sasuke found himself staring into lurid green orbs that were actually…misted over with unshed tears.

He was so taken aback, Sasuke almost lost his grip over the girl's wrists; his erection nearly all but softened inside her, mid-thrust, before he had even begun to feel even a modicum of gratification.

What satisfaction could he possibly get from hurting her? No. NO. Do not think like that. Goddammit. She had brought all this upon herself. She had needed to be punished. He had needed to punish her. Because…because…

-because she still disregarded him.

Still saw him as someone that could be tossed aside or ignored or abandoned because they meant nothing –because he meant nothing. Even after everything he'd done, after everything he'd accomplished. All the lives and villages he'd plundered, all the power he'd amassed…he still hadn't won her respect.

For him that was unforgivable.

And yet, he couldn't bring himself to actually hate or enjoy hurting her.

Sakura's quiet, and for once, tremulous voice reached his ears, breaking him out of his reverie: "How much more pain do you intend to cause me?"

He did not know and therefore could not answer but in his heart he wished the answer could be zero.

Kind of clichéd ending I think? Sorry about that. I have a few conflicting feelings for this chapter because of it.

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