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//A/N// I have decided to continue this series, even though it was only planned to be a one-shot. It will contain 3 parts in total, and this is the second part. A bit longer than the first part, but there is more depth in this so it kind of makes sense.
I hope you will enjoy it. I am doing this series entirely for you SasuSaku fans out there ^^
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Night Visitor part II: Second Encounter
The mission had been without troubles and easy to complete. The man, whose strange illness Sakura was requested to neutralize, had gotten a kind of influenza caused by poison. An unsuccessful assassination, Sakura guessed. Neutralizing the poison still circulating in the man's body had been easy, since working with poisons was one of Sakura's specialties. It had taken her mere hours to cure the man completely, and now she was headed home to Konoha again. It bugged her slightly that the travel to the small village close to the northern part of the Fire Country had taken more time than the mission itself. But as long Sakura got her payment she would not complain.
Sakura sighed airily, looking up to once again let her eyes meet the dull grayness of the clouded sky above her. It was just a matter of time before rain would occur and soak her to the bone. The thought made her frown slightly. She would probably get another cold. The memory of how her last cold was caused brought a slight blush as well as a deeper frown on the kunoichi's petite face.
Sasuke…
After disappearing, Sasuke had let the window stay open. If it had been on purpose or not Sakura did not know, and she did not really care anymore. Her body had quickly absorbed the freezing temperature which had caused her a cold. Because of her missing chakra and pinned wrists, she had not been able to heal herself until early morning, where she had used her minimal regained amount of chakra to cut herself free and then taking care of the cold the traditional way until she had enough chakra to neutralize it. By that time, the cold was harder getting rid of than usual, and for a couple of days she had drunk an enormous amount of tea and had had throbbing headaches that came back the instant she made them disappear.
The thought of being neglected by Sasuke that night made her eyes narrow and her blood boil slightly. She swore that if she ever saw him again she would beat him up.
Eyeing the forest around her and the road that slowly seemed to disappear, Sakura realized that she had been following the wrong path for quite some time. With an irritated sigh she turned around and began walking back to see if she could find the right way, but she did not reach far before she found herself completely lost in the middle of the forest. Deciding to take a view from a treetop, the cherry-haired leapt up on the nearest tall tree. Letting her eyes slowly glide over the landscape, she could not find any ways – or anything other than trees. Growling in desperation, she hopped down, landing on the ground with a hard thump.
Deciding on continuing forward and wait till she eventually reached a village or road, Sakura quickened her abnormal pace through the lush green forest with another heavy sigh. Suddenly she felt something on her nose. Looking up and realizing that it finally had started raining, she cursed and stopped.
Perfect. Just perfect, her mind muttered irritably, and when the raindrops increased drastically and the sound of thunder was heard, she growled again, clenching her fists. I might as well find shelter somewhere. Glancing around, the kunoichi spotted a huge rock and decided to blow a hole in it where she could rest until the rain had stopped.
It is weird, though. I didn't see it from above… I guess that running has made me tired.
Finding her way over to the rock, she discovered that it already contained a small cave on the other side. Praising herself lucky, Sakura entered and slumped down on the rough ground and leaned against the stony wall, closing her eyes with a peaceful, yet still quite annoyed, sigh.
"Hello, Kitten. I knew you would come."
Sakura undoubtedly knew that voice, and her eyes flung open with an angry stare directed at the source of it. The sight, however, startled her, and Sakura did not even bother biting back her surprised gasp. She was sitting on a chair in a small room, a few pieces of furniture casually arranged around her. A bed, a drawer, a small nightstand and the stool she was occupying. Right before her stood the raven-haired boy she once could call her teammate.
A genjutsu…? But how-…?
Sasuke moved, catching the kunoichi's attention fully. His face wore his usual arrogant and triumphant smirk.
"The Sharingan has many lovely advantages," he said, answering her unspoken question. She narrowed her eyes at him, a sneer wrinkling the bridge of her nose slightly as an eyetooth was revealed.
"How did you find me?" she asked bitterly, sending the Uchiha hateful stares as he began circling in front of her. She wanted to distract him so that she had a chance to attack him once he lost focus of her or was looking away. For now, it did not seem to work since his crimson eyes constantly were on her.
"During our last meeting I placed a chakra trail on you. Whenever you are close to me I can sense you. In this case, you were close to the border to the Rice Field Country so I decided on leading you here."
Meeting? Sakura snorted and looked away to cover the slight blush on her cheeks. She did not want the Uchiha to have the pleasure of seeing her reaction to that topic. He did, though, because one motion of his hand led her face toward his. Eyeing the girl's countenance quickly and finding a conclusion to the thoughts that had hit him in an instant, he grinned somewhat provocatively and released her chin.
"I thought so," he said, confirming his presumption. Sakura raised a brow skeptically.
"What?" she bit irritably. The smile on Sasuke's thin lips grew wider.
"You clearly remember that night. And you have admitted to yourself that you wanted me so badly," he answered self-righteously as his stare pierced into hers. She hated when he was so self-centered and praised himself like that. The boy obviously had a huge ego. This, however, was nothing new to Sakura, so she sighed heavily and decided to bring him down from his pedestal once for all.
"I would want any man capable of doing that to me. I don't care whether it's you or anyone else. It's just sex. I could do it better myself, anyways." The smile once gracing the Uchiha's lips was now faded, a murderous glint in his vivid red eyes. If looks could kill, Sakura would now be drowning in a pool of her own blood. Hah, that was eas-
Thump. And then she was lying on the ground, her arms roughly pinned to the cold and worn wooden floor by the man above her.
"Let me remind you about who of the two of us is in position of the right to do whatever he wants," he said lowly, a slight growl in his voice. Sakura smirked slyly, knowing that she had hit a sore spot in the Uchiha genius.
"Let me remind you about who of the two of us has a crotch just above my knee," she answered triumphantly, which did not exactly help on the male ninja's mood, "Besides, I owe you one after neglecting me in the cold." Sasuke reacted instantly as the kunoichi's knee went upward. Supporting all his weight on his hands on Sakura's arms, making her growl just barely in the procedure, he rolled forward, leaping to his feet and turning around, all in such speed that the girl barely noticed any of it before he was standing. Gritting her teeth slightly, she leapt onto feet herself and performed a fighting stance.
"I do not intend on fighting you, Sakura. You are here for entirely other purposes." His words sent a shiver up her spine as her mind immediately deciphered the last sentence. Did the idiot really think that he could do what he wanted with her, when he wanted it? Hell no, Sakura was not to be manipulated.
"If you think I will act like your sex toy, you are greatly mistaken!" she sneered, discretely checking her amount of chakra. The outcome was everything other than satisfactory; Sakura was short on chakra and she knew that very well. Travelling and healing nonstop for hours had taken its toll on her body. She would not be able to fight against him for long. An immediate surrender would be the best choice if she would make sure that she had enough chakra and energy to travel home afterwards. Biting her bottom lip, she cursed inwardly and let her body relax. In the end, she knew he would beat her anyways. Fighting him was not the solution on this problem. She had to divert him and escape in more un-ninja-ish manners – or without using chakra at least.
By Sakura's sudden silence, Sasuke took the opportunity to near her. As he did, with long and slow steps, the kunoichi backed away, which he had expected. Jade eyes widened as the cherry-haired girl bumped into someone behind her. Seeing another pair of crimson eyes upon her, she felt her mind fall into slight panic. She was caught between the Uchiha and his clone.
Seeing no other option, Sakura let her hands glow by the touch of chakra, but as she was about to lunge forward toward the male ninja in front of her she realized that the clone had caught her wrists in an iron grip. The strength of the clone surprised her, and in an instant it struck her that maybe Sasuke had replaced himself with a clone and actually was behind her, wrenching her wrists painfully to her back so that her gathered chakra was unusable. This assumption, however, was discarded as the man in front of her stopped only a few inches from her, grabbing her tightened jaw and crushed his lips against hers.
Once again feeling the sweet tingle from a blush on her cheeks and the hollow feeling in her lungs that she last had felt a months ago, Sakura realized that she was left unable to breathe properly. Since when had his kisses affected her so much? Was is because her body remembered the pleasure these kisses would sooner or later bring her when Sasuke finally started having his way with her? For the second time in her life, Sakura found herself unsure what really to answer on her mental questions. Yes and no. She hated not knowing everything she was involved with, but she also hated knowing how her traitorous body threatened to give in to the raven-haired boy before her.
He had so much control over her, and worse was that he knew it just as well as the kunoichi did – and he was undoubtedly taking advantage of it. That... bastard! Sakura's mind hissed. She considered speaking the words out loud, but as all tones were drowned in devilishly sweet and smooth lips she found that option impossible. Scrunching her finely shaped, pink brows together and yanking her head to one side to free her lips, Sakura sneered at the Uchiha.
"All resistance is futile, Sakura. Your body belongs to me now," he said mutedly and placed chaste kisses down her jaw, "You belong to me now." These words did nothing to soothe Sakura's irritated mood, but merely caused her lips to curl slightly downward.
"I do not belong to you. Is it really so fucking difficult to understand!?" she bit back, struggling unsuccessfully against the captor behind her. Sasuke let a finger trace the shape of her bottom lip, smirking thoughtfully in the process.
"Those pretty lips of yours should not be allowed to speak in such rude manner. Maybe it will be for the better to shut them up." And then again, his mouth was on hers, dominating, and his tongue wanting to find solace with hers. The kunoichi focused on keeping her lips tightly sealed together to deny Sasuke access, but when she felt the clone's lips on the nape of her neck her mind went blank for an instant. This exact moment was used in the process to gather admission to the girl's mouth, and the plan went successful for the missing-nin.
Sasuke allowed his hands to slowly slide up underneath Sakura's dark red ninja shirt, and right under the hem he found the long-wanted, soft skin. Positioning his exploring hands on her hips, Sasuke sensually drew small circles on her hipbones. To the girl, this touch was hypnotizing, spellbinding, and she found her own body longing for the one in front of her. Giving a soft sigh, she closed her eyes, letting her head fall back on the shoulders on the clone behind her as Sasuke continued his sweet torture by kissing her jaw and throat.
And then it struck her.
She could play along and attack him when his own focus was blurred. That would be both mean and degrading. And she found this her only chance of escaping without using all of her chakra. If she just could convince him that her hands would not be used in combat once he released them, then maybe she was able to knock him unconscious.
She had to play very much along, did she not?
Her mind sighed when she reminded herself that the plan actually could backfire. Shoving these thoughts aside, she deepened the kiss, tilting her head to one side to gain better access. For a moment, the Uchiha seemed surprised by her sudden willingness but he did not waste her eagerness at all as he withdrew his hands and embraced her face, forcing their slightly swollen lips harder together. Then he began walking forward, direction toward the wall not far behind the kunoichi, who obediently backed at same pace. When they were close to the wall it happened; the clone disappeared in order to give Sasuke the opportunity to press the girl up against the stone wall, which he did unfalteringly. By that time, however, Sakura found her mind fogged with lust, and even though she told herself that it was a part of her plan she only let her hands move up Sasuke's thinly dressed chest because she really wanted to.
Sneaking her hands further up to the neck of the man before her, Sakura once again reminded herself about what exactly she was doing. She let her fingers trace the nape of his neck lightly, secretly searching for one certain nerve to press in order to knock him unconscious, and when she found it she was sure she had won this time, but destiny wanted otherwise.
In that instant her finger hovered above the sensitive spot of Sasuke's neck, her own neck was roughly embraced by one strong hand, threading and warning her.
"I am not stupid, Sakura. Did you really think that it would be that easy to get rid of me?" he asked darkly, a mixture of excitement and anger on his countenance, "You might be able to make me unconscious by pressing there, but when adding just the slightest amount of chakra I can kill you by pressing here." He let a finger demonstrate which spot he was talking about, and Sakura felt a shiver run up her spine. Since when had the ebony-haired ninja become so skilled?
Sighing in annoyance, Sakura let jade meet crimson, feeling how her frustrations slowly was leaking out of her.
"Don't you have any weaknesses, goddamn it!?" she growled angrily and withdrew her hands from Sasukes neck, letting them droop from his shoulders and return to her sides. By these words, Sasuke did not even bother restraining a cocky smirk as he leaned in over the girl, his voice only a whisper as his lips moved to the shell of her ear.
"Yes, I do have one," he answered, letting his smooth tongue barely touch the lobe of her ear, "A girl named Haruno Sakura. She makes me unable to control myself whenever I'm near her." Then, as quite the amount of times before, Sasuke's lips met Sakura's, letting himself drown in her sweet taste in a passionate way.
Sasuke would always be the superior when compared with Sakura, would he not? The girl did not like the obvious answer to this question, so she forced her mind blank and her body numb. All resistance was futile, as the Uchiha cockily had told her, and she found the best solution as to not cooperate at all. If that even is possible for you, Inner Sakura crooned scornfully and made Sakura frown slightly so that her jaw stiffened barely noticeable. The male ninja noticed this, however, and broke away to let his murderous red gaze slide over her feminine features, a well-known arrogant smirk on his own face.
"Is that a gloomy expression I see, hm?" he asked her somewhat provocatively and grabbed her chin to raise her gaze to his own, "Have you admitted defeat yet, or shall I convince you furthermore?" In a moment like this, Sakura found herself missing degrading remarks and therefore scowled to one side instead. She did not want her face to give away how much she truly wanted this man and how much she was struggling with herself to resist him. She chose to ignore his questions. Her voice would probably also betray her sooner or later.
Seeing how Sakura stood motionlessly and glancing rather miserably to one side, obviously lost in thoughts, Sasuke felt something inside him telling that the girl needed something entirely else to think about, and by that, he grabbed her upper arm and dragged her over to the bed where he forced her down on the spongy mattress. Startled by his sudden action, Sakura gasped as her eyes widened. The boy had moved so fast.
Realizing that the girl much likely would do some sort of resistance again, Sasuke saw no other options than to use his old trick. Forming the needed handseals and letting two snakes glide out from his sleeves, the missing-nin quickly fixed Sakura's wrists to the bedposts. Positioning himself on her stomach to keep her lower body in slight control, he grinned wickedly down at his struggling captive.
"I have a present for you. I wanted to give it to you the last time, but I forgot," he said, letting his newly grabbed kunai glow light blue with chakra. Sakura, finding herself in a dangerous situation, repeatedly kicked wildly and screamed 'get off me!', but it helped nothing.
"If you stay still it should not be as painful…" he said and let one hand tug the hem of her shirt up to reveal soft, flawless skin, "Hmm, where to place it…?" Pulling her shirt over her head, Sasuke watched Sakura's skin intensely.
"What are you doing!?" the kunoichi asked hoarsely, her narrowed eyes piercing hardly against the absorbed gaze of the missing-nin, who ignored her stare.
"Wait and see. It is not fun to spoil a present," he answered distractedly as his sly smile grew wider. Sakura definitely did not like this side of her former teammate. This… insane side of him frightened her so much that she felt her body shiver, and her mind was surrounded by a massive layer of panic that made her unable to think at all for a brief moment.
"Ah…" he mumbled and let the tip of the chakra-glowing kunai brush the flesh at the swell of Sakura's left breast. Feeling the chakra prickle her skin, the cherry-haired girl gritted her teeth and once again tried to wriggle out of the ropes without luck. If just I had had enough chakra, I could have freed myself. I don't know when or for what I shall use my last chakra. If I fight, I'll lose anyways and won't be able to get home today. If I let Sasuke do this to me, however, I might have enough to the travel home, but I won't let him have his way with me. He shall not have the pleasure of using me like this. All thoughts, however, were swept away the moment Sasuke pressed the tip of the kunai a bit harder against her flesh and broke the skin, letting crimson liquid gather slowly.
"You're sick, Sasuke!" Sakura hissed and moved her body as much as the robes and Sasuke's weight would allow her to, which was not much. Not even once did Sasukes gaze falter, and soon the girl felt greater pain. Knowing that Sasuke was cutting deep now, she found the courage to spit him in the face, which made him stop and glare at her.
"If it has not already occurred to you yet, I will tell you this with pleasure; you are tied up, short on chakra and more or less helpless right now, and I sit here upon you with a deadly weapon in my hand, the sharp tip being close to your heart – and you think that spitting me in the face will better your situation? You disappoint me, Sakura. I thought you were smarter than that. Where has your pride gone?" he asked, his expression something between annoyance and arrogance.
"I think you stole it. You have quite a lot and nothing to actually be pride of, so I guess that makes sense," she answered bitterly. With a dry laugh, Sasuke dried of his cheek and once again directed his focus on the bloody wound he had created on Sakuras pale skin.
"Lie still, I am almost done. Do not make me screw this up in the last second – in the end it will merely cause backfire… For you, that is," he told her darkly and let the knife sink deeper into her flesh once again, making her cry out in pain.
"Stop it, Sasuke!!" she ordered and struggled wildly, her eyes and brows tightly knitted together in displeasure and her sight just ever so slightly blurred by tears of pain.
"Too late," he answered and casually tossed the kunai over one shoulder so that it hit the stone wall and dug into it. Looking down on the gathered puddle of blood on her chest, Sakura felt her blood boil once again.
"That'll cause an irremovable scar!" she sneered hatefully and did everything she could to kill Sasuke by a mere look, which, of course, did nothing to him, and he sneaked a hand under her back and opened the clasp of her bra, leading it over her head. Then, bending down and letting his tongue follow the tiny misled trail of blood between her breasts, the raven-haired ninja began cleaning up the bloody mess he had created. Looking down in horror, the kunoichi recognized the shape of the wound, once Sasuke was done. The Uchiha crest…
"I know. That is why I made it." It took Sakura a short moment to realize that he had replied to her angry outburst, not to her thoughts, though her mind was too occupied by starring at the scar to think about how to answer him. Looking up from the tiny Uchiha fan scar, Sasuke saw the horrified look in Sakura's eyes. Grabbing her chin and leading her gaze to his, he smiled slyly.
"You do not like it?" he asked provocatively and was responded by a death glare, "What a shame. You are the only girl in the world who may bear it. It shows that you are my property." And by that, he let their lips meet boldly. Sealing her mouth tightly, she denied him access, but he kept kissing her as if he would break her defense in a matter of time.
Sakura had certainly not expected to feel that bubbly feeling inside her after all this, but it surfaced and made her heart beat a little faster – and pissing her off in the process. Why was her body acting on its own? She was used to quarrel with her inner self but not with her body. The young Uchiha certainly was messing her up once for all.
Breaking away, the missing-nin made eye contact with his captive.
"Why are you being so difficult and stubborn all the time?" he asked somewhat irritably, letting a finger draw circles on her jawbone, "Why is it so hard for you to just accept this? You liked it last time. It makes no sense that you are struggling this much." Snorting, the kunoichi sent the man a cold glare.
"Honor. A thing your clan knew everything about," she replied dryly. The tone in her voice made the older ninja laugh shortly. The young Haruno had not changed much through the years, had she?
Growing impatient by all this chatting, Sasuke freed himself of his open shirt and threw it on to the backrest of the chair. Then, letting their upper bodies press against each other, he began placing long, wet and passionate kisses on her jaw and throat. The girl winced slightly, scowling angrily to the side. Uchiha Sasuke did not give a damn about others' prides and honors, now did he?
Feeling how the speed of her heartbeat quickened, Sakura let her head fall back into the pillow in defeat. Closing her eyes, she sighed. As younger, I was the one chasing him, now he's the one chasing me. How ironic.
She noticed how her nipples hardened by the touch of Sasuke's cool, soft skin, and she knew he would notice it too. When he did, she saw a smile on his lips, and he moved down to her breast, letting all his attention, soft touches and caresses fall upon them. She now had stopped fighting against him, and she had to admit to herself that she really did enjoy the way he treated her. As long as she did not struggle, he would not use violence or brutal force. She had always wished for him to be her lover, and now that she kind of could label him so, why was she resisting? This is so damn complicated! But the more I struggle, the sooner I will return to Konoha. I can't keep fighting, especially not in this state, her inner said bluntly, Would it really be so horrible for me to just accept this?
When Sasuke's skilled tongue began performing a sinful dance on her sensitive skin, she felt her heart skip a beat and quicken its pace more than before. It did not help the matter when the raven-haired ninja let one hand glide slowly down her body, fingers circling around her navel in feather-light touches, and finally they skillfully unbuckled her ninja skirt. A strange kind of excitement was slowly beginning to build up in the kunoichi's stomach, and she truthfully wanted to embrace the other ninja tight and crush her lips against his. Bound wrists prevented her from doing so, and somehow she praised herself lucky that she was unable to show him how much longing she had hidden from him. That would certainly not help on her fight to maintain her pride, would it?
Sakura found herself suppressing a gasp when Sasuke's hand sneaked into her tight, black shorts and further into her panties. By the mere memories of the pleasure just his fingers could bring her, she felt her cheeks heating and turning a vague shade of red. Seeing his lover's reaction by such a simple move, the missing-nin smirked triumphantly and let one finger enter her. No, Sakura thought, No, it would not be horrible for me to give in to him.
By that, Sakura bit her bottom lip to restrain the moan wanting to escape her throat, and she failed miserably. Once again, Sasuke could remind himself of how much her moans and whimpers affected his body – it certainly did now, and when he moved his finger out and inside her again, he received more of mentioned sounds from her. As expected, he felt himself grow harder in his pants. This merely made her more irresistible to him, so he bended down and placed a kiss on her stomach while repeating his finger's former movements.
"Sakura," he muttered lowly and moved up to her face, fisted his free hand in her cherry locks and kissed her hungrily, ignoring the lust-clouded stare that was set upon him. If he looked into those lustful, emerald eyes he would not be able to resist the urge to take her right then and there. Concluding that kissing her like that also did not help on that matter, he moved his moist lips to her ear and began licking and biting her earlobe, suckling gently. The girl moved, moaned, and the Uchiha once again buried his finger deep into her wet entrance, causing her to arch her hips against his hand with another cry of pleasure. Okay, I overestimated myself, the dark-haired man thought and inhaled deeply, I cannot stand to wait anymore.
By that, he withdrew himself fully, focusing only on removing every piece of clothing he and his lover wore. In the process he looked up, and jade met crimson like so many times before. Even her gaze was irresistible in this kind of situations, and Sasuke was very surprised to find his heart pounding like madness in his body. This was the very first time his heart had acted this way when not being exerted in any tough physical way, and it kind of troubled him. He was not the type to actually fall in love with someone; he only played with them, toyed with their bodies when he wanted to – or rather, Sakura's body. He had never felt such kind of attachment, such need, for a girl before, and it really bothered him. He was Uchiha Sasuke; he had no soft side like this.
If he had been a little less aroused he might have stopped to prevent this kind of feelings to show, but he was in dire need of her. He could not stop. He did not want to stop.
Placing himself above the girl, he entered her without any kind of warning, and she whimpered in pleasure by the feeling of him inside her again after so many days where her heart had been waiting for him to return. Instantly, he found a rhythm of the movements of his lover body, and his regular, deep thrusts made the cherry-haired girl beneath him pant in ecstasy.
Once again, Sakura was surprised to feel how quickly the tight feeling in her lover stomach began changing into something pleasurable building up inside her. She knew very well by now where it lead her, and the thought only made her buckle her hips harder against Sasuke's, causing them both to give a throated moan.
The atmosphere around them grew thick with passion, and soon the kunoichi found herself being pushed over the edge of ecstasy with a throated whimper, and this time Sasuke fell into the pool of pleasure right after. For a moment, the only sound in the room was their quick pants, and the male ninja allowed himself to rest his forehead right next to Sakura's head on the pillow, his nose digging into her damp, pink tresses whose smell he slowly inhaled. He really liked that smell.
He was growing crazy with her, was he not?
Withdrawing himself fully, he lay down beside her on the slim bed and kissed the Uchiha crest on her left breast. Sakura found it hard not to smile at him. Closing her eyes, she inhaled deeply. Her head was buzzing ever so slightly, and she felt a bit dizzy. Maybe I should just rest a bit, she thought and allowed her body and mind to relax fully. I wonder why he hasn't cut me free yet. Maybe I can make him.
"Sasuke?" she asked, but when no reply came she opened her eyes, gasped in surprise at what she saw. Stone. She was back in the cave. Rubbing her eyes in order to confirm that she was not seeing hallucinations, she checked again. The surroundings were the same. She growled irritably, scowled outside only to find the rain still patting softly against the ground of the forest. That… that… grrh!
When she looked down at herself she noticed to her relief that she was fully dressed. But nevertheless, she frowned. How had the Uchiha done it? Was genjutsu able to do such things? Rubbing her temples, she breathed deeply. It had not been a mere dream, had it?
Letting a hand press lightly on her left breast, she winced by the pain. No, it had all been real.