SASORI

xSakura

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long overdue. i'm sorry, guys. i feel really detached from my writing right now. i can't concentrate.

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His fingers were gentle against the nap of her neck as he caressed; his lips at her ear had her on edge instantly, in a good kind of way. She felt his palm brush her lower back and shivered gently. The moon was full and bright, sending bucketfuls of illumination into her hotel room, and yet she still couldn't see him. If she so wished, she knew she would be able to, but she didn't. Her face pressed tiredly into her pillow as she tried to withhold a moan of pleasure.

He chuckled above her, oddly familiar but fuzzy in her contentment. The room was silent beyond that, almost eerily quiet. His hands molded and pressed on her shoulders and back, relieving the stress of the last few weeks.

Very talent hands.

She did her mental checklist, for the hundredth time that night. Zetsu had been first, followed by Kisame and the ever-almost-loveable Deidara. Last had been Madara slash Tobi slash whatever the hell his name was, and that was little more than two weeks ago. Now it was this guy, but she didn't know who. The thought of Itachi, straddling her back and giving her a massage, made her smile ironically. She'd rather not find out.

Unfortunately, he had other plans.

"Sakura-san," he murmured quietly into the darkness. Her eyes opened slowly; she stared at the wall drowsily.

"What?"

He stood, and the bed creaked. She didn't bother to roll over. There was a shuffle of him slipping on his sandals. "Do you know who I am?"

"Not a clue," she yawned. "Someone who could get me into trouble with the Elders, I presume." She wondered just what changed to make her so indifferent about the entire ordeal.

"You're correct," he chuckled quietly. His fingers play her hair once again. "I'm sure you know…I don't like to be kept waiting."

Suddenly, in a blur of anger and strategy and pain, she knew. No longer was she relaxed, but tensed and stiff against the mattress as his hand fit snugly against the base of her neck. Her breathing turned ragged and heavy, throat bobbing in her effort to swallow. "Sasori…" she muttered to the mattress. His opposite hand slid down the plateau of her back.

"Yes, Haruno?"

"I thought-…" her breath caught, "…I thought I killed you."

"My display was convincing enough, I suppose?" he let her go, standing idly at the bedside. Almost immediately she sat up, rubbing her neck and glaring up at the smirking face. He looked handsome and childish and alive as ever, much to her displeasure. He leaned down, hands straddling her sides and rubbing his nose against her cheek lightly. She shivered, but didn't move. "Good."

"No-…you should be…" she was at a loss. He pulled back to examine her calmly, smirk gone.

"Dead, yes. There are things, though, beyond your control, Sakura-san. This is one of those things." He stood straight after retrieving his cloak from behind her, draped over the headboard.

"I can control it! This can stop anytime I want- it…what?" She didn't like the look he was giving her. "I can! I can go to Tsunade…"

"And tell her what? Would you tell her that it was all in good fun? Would you say it was just a fling – just something stupid and inconsequential that she need not pay attention to? You're not able to get out of this one, Sakura. It's out of your control." His arms slipped comfortably into the sleeves of his cloak as he studied her.

"Go-…" she had to swallow, "…go to hell."

He pressed his lips to hers once, chastely, and cupped her cheek. His eyes bored into hers in grim amusement. "I'll see you there."

"Sasori-!"

But he was gone.

"…fuck."

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this shouldn't even qualify as a chapter. the first version was two times longer, but after countless deletions that weren't all my doing, i gave up and just decided to post something. i know i said it was hidan/kakuzu's turn, but i lied. NOW they're next, don't worry. and i'm working on it now. god, i feel like such a loser today. :( sorry about the lame ending.