..Chapter One..

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Pat... pat... pat... pat...

Footsteps rung loudly throughout the bleak and barely candlelit hallways imprinted with swirling lines. The stone should feel cold to touch and yet it radiated a dark warmth. Pale digits covered in black leather gloves pressed gently into a large door. It opened wide to a large and barely lit room. Three figures stood, silent. One sat carelessly on a ledge in front of a large statue hidden by the darkness. One of his legs was bent at the knee, his arm where it bent resting on it. His other leg hung lazily off the ledge as he sat there like some Greek god come to life. Like the world was his to do with as he pleased and he didn't owe anyone a damned thing.

A soft chuckling was heard as the gloved figure came forward. Green eyes narrowed in a deadly manner at the one dressed in a purple ninja suit. Vicious red lips twisted into a scowl as those eyes bore into him for a moment. Idiot. The mind shouted.

He smiled at the form, his eyes taking it in. Every curve, every step and every movement. "Nice of you to join us... Sakura-chan."

"Tch..." she muttered coolly, her eyes turning to the form next to her. "Orochimaru," she nodded in acknowledgment, but like the man on the stage, she did not refer to him as 'sama'. Like him, she had no lord, no master. She'd long ago shook those bonds in front of these two... ingrates. She was no longer the simpering fear filled girl of twelve or thirteen.

She was lovely though. Six years did that to a woman. And they had been kind on her. Large breasts threatened to fall out of a green vest with flared cut off sleeves about her shoulders. The top beneath, if removed, would fully expose them to the room. Only a silver zipper held the thing in place. The sleeves of the undershirt went halfway down her upper arms. Either side bore the symbol of the Uchiha clan, the red and white fan. Black gloves covered her hands and wrapped tightly about her wrists, metal plates over her wrists for protection during battle.

Hung loose on her hips, as her waist was bared, was a skirt the same color as her vest. It left almost nothing to the imagination, a slit cut all the way to the belt that tightly hugged her curves held it in place. Another thin belt hung lower still and looser. It was smaller and barely noticeable. Her thighs were covered in netted mesh. Nothing else covered her large, muscle toned legs. Her feet were covered by black dress sandals of a sort.

She always looked ready to kill.

And right now she wanted nothing more than to see blood stain the floor as Kabuto circled her, eying her like a slab of meat. Especially considering her day so far.

His hands grazed her ass, running up her back as he whispered close to her ear. "Where have you been?" He reached for her long, waist length strands and she narrowed her eyes further, her hands on her hips.

She reacted quicker than he could move, turning before he ever saw her considering it. Her hand was around his throat, squeezing. Her teeth grit tightly as her mouth turned to a flat line. She felt his hands grip her wrist, trying to get her to release him. "I though..." she breathed, pulling his face close to her own in a deadly manner... "...Sasuke told you that if you ever touched me again I could personally remove any thoughts you had of ever passing on your seed."

She felt red Sharingan eyes bearing into her back, narrowing. Orochimaru was chuckling softly, his arms crossed over his chest. But none of them did anything. She tightened her hold only slightly as if to impress her point. Why he even bothered touching her was beyond her. He had some twisted obsession with her. And she thought Orochimaru was the insane one. He knew she had the strength to match her anger when shown. Kabuto been the one to train her after all, get her those precious documents Tsunade recorded in an attempt to leave the secrets of her own techniques to another generation.

She supposed she owed her 'sensei' some reprieve... and then maybe not...

"Sakura." His voice rumbled in his chest, low and wanting.

She didn't turn to face him, her eyes bearing into the man coughing for life. She was just barely allowing him to breathe.

"Let him go." He ordered.

"Hn..." she smirked at the worm in her hands. "He touched me. Again."

She thought she heard a soft chuckle, amused even.

"Yes... that's true... but we still have use for him. So does Orochimaru. So, let him go... Please." He wasn't afraid to say it to her.

She looked like she was reconsidering it, weighing the option, but... she dropped him. "Fine," she sighed as if disappointed. "Only because you asked nicely."

Kabuto coughed several times, garbing for his throat, which he was sure had bruises by now. Kami, the bitch was worse than her lover.

"Kabuto..." Sasuke said, unmoving even as Sakura came forward, running her hands through his hair, leaning on his shoulder. He seemed so unaffected even by her.

Kabuto narrowed his eyes as he stood. "What?"

His eyes flared in the darkness. Like two red pools of endless rage and anger. Like he could really kill him with a glance.

He was use to it though and somehow managed to keep his composure.

"Don't touch her again." He began in a deadly voice. "I don't want your... dirty hands staining what's mine."

He allowed a flat line for his lips as he stared back into those eyes. "Very well."

Orochimaru smirked in the darkness. He addressed Kabuto as he came out of the shadows. "Ohh...? You know better than to entice his ire... Kabuto... That woman will be the bearer of his future." He snickered.

Kabuto snorted. "When he defeats Itachi. He won't allow her to bear any brats until he knows that bastard is gone."

"Hn..." Sasuke turned to Sakura, still showing nothing as he spoke to Kabuto. "Why would I wish to raise my children around such... disgusting influences? Bad enough the vessel I've chosen has to be sullied by your presence." He caressed her face and she leaned into his hand. "I'm leaving for a while. We'll train tomorrow." He spoke to Orochimaru as he stood. He grabbed Sakura, picking her up as he walked off into the darkness. It seemed like such an affectionate act, doing that to her. Especially considering the way in which he spoke of her.

Both men watched them leave. Orochimaru turned to look at Kabuto. "Seems you got him riled up with desire over touching her. He won't be finished for hours." He chuckled. "Come, we can use the time to start formulating what to do about the Akatsuki and getting Konoha to take another one out for us."

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He kicked the door shut behind him as he came into the large room. It was much the same as the rest of the underground bunker. Cold and dimly lit. The only warm thing about the room was the large bed up against the wall. Soft silken sheets of an array of colors were a mess on the plush mattress. It became even more of a mess as he dropped her on it and formed a seal. A waved reverberated throughout the room, keeping all sound from escaping and anyone from entering. Even if someone stood right outside the door, they wouldn't hear a word spoken within.

A smirk passed over Sakura's features, her eyes hazy as she reached for him. But he grabbed her wrists, his face as stoic as ever, his eyes blazing with desire. He pulled her roughly to him, her hands behind her back. He stared coldly down into her eyes... but his eyes said everything to her. When he spoke, his voice was still as cold as it had been outside the room. "You did that on purpose."

She gasped as he nuzzled her neck and let her head drop back to give him more access. "I was having a bad day." She cried softly as he bit down, his free hand snaking around to grab her buttocks, his nails digging into her flesh through the clothing of her mesh thigh length tights and skirt. "I have something to tell you." She whispered softly against his ear.

He growled in her ear, purred possessively. "It can wait." He said quickly. "You could have stopped him sooner. I hate it when he touches you." He licked a path along her neck to the underside of her ear. He nipped at it playfully. "You're mine, Sakura. Remember that." And then he was releasing her, allowing her to fall back on the bed as he crawled up her form, inhaling her scent. "I should whip you for making me miss my training, but I'd hate to see red stain your flesh." He reached out and gently touched her face, caressing her soft skin. "I don't want to ruin that image I have you. Perfect and unmarred. Even when you train and mistakenly scar your body, I want to wipe it away." His lips grazed her own as he allowed his lashes to lower slightly, coal depths staring into her own. "Say it." He seemed to order in a husky voice. And yet... there was something else there. The same thing that had been there when he asked her... told her please... to let Kabuto go. He wasn't a weak man, not by any means, but the sight of her always did him in. Made him shake with want. He was helpless in her hands as she was in his. And only behind these doors.

She reached up, caressing his face and tangling her fingers into his hair. He closed his eyes, turning his face into her open hand with a soft purr. She smiled softly. "I love you."

"Again," he breathed, barely kissing her.

"I love you." She teased him with her lips as well. "I love you, Sasuke. As much as I loved you that day." She paused, a moment later speaking what he really wanted to hear. "I don't regret it."

And then he was kissing her, slanting his mouth across her as he deeply inhaled and pressed his hips into hers. He felt her hands reaching for his clothes, pulling down his open white shirt. It pooled about his hips and stopped at the lavender rope belting. He heard her make a soft noise of annoyance and almost chuckled at her. She was such an impatient woman when it came to this. But, he could be as well. He shifted slightly so she could remove it and toss it aside. And then she was pulling it down the rest of the way. He stood momentarily to pull the rest of it off, but then he was right back on top of her.

He reached for her top, pulling down the zipper until her large breasts became exposed. Pert pink nipples peaked as he stared at them. He moved to suck on one and loved the feel of her arching into him.

She cried out softly, tangling her fingers in his soft ebony strands. He nipped and sucked and licked his way around them. And when he was finished there he moved back up, kissing her harshly again.

Their love making wasn't soft. It was hard and passionate. It was cold, devoid of words most times and yet hot with actions. They cared for another, in their own way, but Sasuke hardly allowed it to show even in here. He couldn't. It was weak and pathetic beyond these doors. And as much as he showed her here it was quite enough to maybe get himself killed. If he pretended like she was nothing more than a possession, a means to revive his clan, then no one would use her against him. And Kami help the bastard that did. She had always told him she loved him. He never understood, even tried to ignore it when they first came here... but she just kept telling him. And when they had sex for the first time he just couldn't stop.

It had been rough and sweaty and he'd been so angry with her at first. He'd expected her to back down and give into him. But she hadn't. She never did. She gave back just as heatedly as he did.

He recalled the moment with some humor. He'd been in the middle of a training session with Orochimaru and she'd been watching as always. She'd turned to speak with Kabuto; to ask him a question and for some reason he'd found it so unnerving and yelled at her. He'd stopped and almost gotten himself severely hurt for letting his guard down. He hadn't known it then, but that rage he felt had been jealousy. White and hot because Kabuto had leaned in too close to her face.

He'd cockily told Orochimaru he was done halfway through yelling at her and proceeded to grab her by her hair and drag her down the hall. She'd kept pace with him then, cursing his name the whole time. When they made it to his room and finally had her he knew then he was lost. He was ruined for her and only her. He wouldn't admit it to her or anyone else, but it was true. To her most of the time and everyone else he was just a cold, hard bastard.

He learned that day to never let his emotions get the better of him. If he did, it would get him killed. Even when he got jealous for someone, even if it wasn't Kabuto, touching her or whispering to her, he kept himself in check. He only acted on his passions afterward. With her.

They'd both managed to get every article of clothing off of her and he was staring down into her green depths, basking in the heat they exposed. The want. He held that gaze with hard coal eyes and chose that moment to drive into her. He grunted at the feel of her wet warmth surrounding him and took pleasure in the gasp that came from her lips. She'd didn't bare much to him, but, she always bore a little more of herself than he did.

He began to move, slamming hard into her and hitting that sensitive place with his pelvic bone everytime he did, trying to help her reach her peak. Each time he did, he ground into it, eliciting a noise from her; a cry. He growled as he felt hard nails digging up his back, leaving welts in their path. It was a good thing she didn't use chakra to do that, it would show for days. She'd only done it once, when she'd been terribly angry with him. And she'd only done it so when Orochimaru or Kabuto saw it in passing, if he had his shirt off, they'd known who'd done it. They'd know in her own way she owned him just as much as he claimed she was his and his only.

"Sasuke.." she writhed beneath him, holding onto him as her face contorted into several heated expressions.

"Come for me," he breathed. "Now." It sounded so much like an order, but he didn't know how to be any other way.

And she did, staring up into his eyes, vaginal muscles tightening around her. That put him over the edge and not long after, he was pulling out of her, releasing himself all over her bare stomach.

They both stayed that way panting and spent. But they both knew this wouldn't be over for hours more. He stared down into her eyes as she caressed his face. He thought he might have seen a soft smile a moment ago, but it must have been his imagination. She wasn't that girl anymore and he wasn't that boy either.

He stood and reached for a cloth next to the bed. He dipped it into a warm basin full of water and then rung it out. After he cleaned himself up he moved to clean her as well. He tossed the rag aside and then climbed into bed, reaching for her. But, he felt a wash of emptiness that even he was surprised to feel as she backed away from him. His lips drew a flat line as his voice spoke the cold order. "Come here."

She shook her head from the other side of the bed. "Sasuke, we need to talk."

He moved to reach for her again. "We can talk. But I want you here."

She shook her head again and avoided his hands as she got off the bed on the other side. "No, I can't think strait when you're touching me. This is important. I'm... a bit worried and I need a clear head."

His eyes narrowed from his crouched position on the bed as he looked at her. Worried was her way of saying she was scared. It was as close as she would get to saying it because she considered it as much a weakness as he did.

He slid further across the bed until he was sitting on the edge and looking up at her, face expressionless. "Fine. Talk."

She held her body with arms wrapped about her form and looked at him. "Look, this isn't going to be easy to say. So, I'm just going to come right out and say it..."

He waited, his eyes narrowing further as he allowed no emotion to pass his features. He didn't say anything, but let her speak when she wanted to. When she felt confident enough to. He could be patient about her emotions. At least behind closed doors. It was one of the few things he gave to her and no one else.

"Sasuke... I'm pregnant."