A/N: Mature audiences only, please. Adult themes.

The next few days, Sakura was on her toes for any course of action Itachi the bastard might take to get revenge. She double checked everything before using it. Sniffing the milk, shampoo, conditioner, examining her shoes and clothes over and over…she wanted to be prepared for his revenge.

But his next tactical move – nothing could have prepared her.

When she got out of the shower – stark naked, there was Itachi clad in only black sweatpants sitting on a closed toilet bowl with his legs crossed.

"You bastard!" she screamed as she tried to cover herself up with the curtain while trying to remain imposing looking, "get out! Get out!"

"No," he replied smoothly as he watched her rush to snatch a white fluffy towel off its hanger, "this is as much as my bathroom as yours – right?"

"You pervert! What the hell do you think you're doing!" she shouted back as she glanced at the door to make her exit but Itachi was already up and walking towards her.

He never looked so tall before.

"You like control," he began.

She took a step back.

"You really like control," he said cornering her up against one of the light blue walls.

She raised her hand to slap him but he caught her small hand in his larger one.

"You like being able to protect yourself."

"I will kick your ass!" she threatened as she tried to tug her hand back but his grip was too strong. She tried to do a tai jitsu move that she was taught a few years back but apparently Itachi was expecting it and kept her wrist locked.

"Mmmm," he replied in a wicked tone that brought chills to her entire body, "I dare you," he said snatching her other hand and placing both of them above her head. Making her arms completely immobile as he held her wrists down with one of his hands.

His free hand trailed down her jaw line and neck, stopping at her collarbone, "scared?" he asked.

She brought her knee up to his ribs, but he didn't even bother to respond to her futile attempt to hurt him.

"Terrified?" he whispered leaning closer to her as his finger trailed down to the rim of her towel.

She then aimed a kick straight to his groan but he blocked it with his shin so quickly that the impact caused Sakura's own leg to give out slightly.

"You like being in control so much…" he muttered as his finger arrived between her cleavage and then lingered slightly before moving down the fabric towards her belly button, "that's your weakness isn't it?"

"I will make you regret ever being born if you don't cut this shit out," she cursed venomously. Her left leg was still twitching from the shooting pain.

"Sakura," he leaned his face inches apart from hers, "do you really think you could handle me if I'm being serious?"

He could feel her body tremble in all the mixed emotions she was experiencing.

"Honestly," he continued as he licked her lips from bottom to top and then kissed them, "do you really think that you'd have an ounce of control in this type of situation?" he whispered to her while their lips were still connected.

Then he moved his head away slowly, taking in her entire figure, trying to keep his lust and desire at bay. He only wanted to scare her. Nothing else.

"Get out and move out…because you do not want me to get serious," he warned her in his most chilling and frightening voice as he let go of her hands and turned his back on her as he walked out.

Sakura's hands fell to her side as her entire body shook. The most disturbing aspect of it all, she was completely turned on…the most obvious result of Itachi's demonstration was that she was stubborn as hell and was not going to lose.

Itachi wanted to play…

She would play.

.

…

.

When Sakura came out of the bathroom, still in only a towel, Itachi was on his side of the bed with a book resting on his chest. He didn't look up at her.

She walked towards him and grabbed the top of his book which got his attention, his almost-black eyes met with her green orbs and the fierceness of both their spirits blazed visibly.

"Yes?" he asked, his exterior remaining calm.

She tightened her grip on the book, lifted it, and threw it across the room – it landed somewhere behind her with a thud.

"Very mat –" Before he could finish, Sakura was straddling him, her lips pressed roughly against his as she placed her weight on his crotch. When she broke the messy and harsh kiss, she looked down at him with a winning expression.

"If you think I'm going to move out because you have a twisted belief you could dominate me…then you are very," she moved towards his ear and flicked it with her tongue, "mistaken."

She sat up and looked down at his frozen form, "looks like I finish on top this round."

The moment the words escaped her lips, Sakura found herself flipped over on her back with Itachi hover over her.

"This is not something you can run from," he warned her.

"This is not something you can win," she threatened back as she moved her legs above his and twisted his in such a way that she was able to roll him over on their sides, allowing her to be on top again.

"You are a very…very stupid girl," he commented at her display. If he had resisted even slightly, she might have injured herself.

"You are a very…very weak boy."

His hands rose up and tugged her towel down, showing her entire torso to him. She kept her face from blushing as she watched him examine her breasts.

She brought her hands up to her C-cup chest and squeezed them, "and very easy to entrance as well. I bet I could hypnotize you this way."

Itachi used his brute strength to push her backwards so he was on top again. Before anything could register in her mind, one of his hands was massaging her breast while the other was nibbling on her nipple roughly.

She couldn't keep a reflexive moan from escaping her lips.

Sakura pivoted her pelvis up and rubbed herself against his already hard member. She could hear him growl at the stimulation.

She was not going to be the only one to lose control.

Suddenly something clicked within the stotic male and he stopped his assault in her breast, and a faint whimper escaped her lips as she looked at him seductively – an expression neither was making with awareness.

"This needs to stop," he said as reason, logic, and some of his remaining sanity seeped back into his consciousness.

"Mmm," Sakura said cocking her head to the side, "all talk, eh? Figured as much," she taunted.

His eyes darkened as he looked down at her, "Sakura," he warned.

"Yes, yes…you're a pathetic male who is trying to intimidate me sexually and can't do shit when push comes to shove, now will you please get off me? I'd like to change into my pajamas and do some reading before bed. LeGuin came out with a new book, and I haven't gotten a chance to get to it, yet."

Yes…she was in control again.

And Itachi took it away with a single insert of a finger into her wet folds.

Every muscle in Sakura's body tightened.

"Wet, eh?" he smirked as he watched her control fad as his thumb rubbed against her clit.

She muttered something incoherently as he leaned in and began to place wet kisses on her neck, making sure to suck at the obviously visible points. He would mark her.

She was not one to be outdone that easily – no matter how good it felt, her arms had wrapped themselves around his neck and she moved his head up and pressed her wet lips against his, kissing him feverishly and demandingly, her tongue darted inside his mouth to both explore and excite him further.

A kiss had never been so arousing to him before. He pressed her clit harder, placing another finger inside her tight clamping walls because he had to keep control.

He couldn't let her regain a single moment of control – no matter how good of a kisser she was. But when she moaned inside his mouth, he had just about lost it.

Itachi had had so much sex in his lifetime that he would put the greatest womanizer to shame and James Bond, if he were real, would have tipped his hat in appreciation. When he was a detective, he'd sometimes sleep with people to get information – a week never passed where he hadn't relieved himself with at least five different girls, multiple times. But her moan…the way she arched her back, how she played with his hair…it was too much.

It was too wrong.

And the moment he had gotten too caught up in the moment, Sakura had taken the advantage to roll them over so she was on top again without ever even breaking the kiss.

She moved her body away, denying him continued access to that sweet wet flower of hers and slowly crawled backwards, her bright green eyes locked with his lust-glazed eyes.

She had tugged his pants down carefully enough to only reveal his well endowed hardened cock to the world. She admired it a moment before licking it like a melting cone of ice cream.

"Ughdh," Itachi muttered as she sucked on the tip gently, his hands were already gripping chunks of her green/pink hair subconsciously.

Then she took half his length into his mouth and the warmth of her mouth was an experience that tugged his animalistic instincts out. His insides begged him to throw away his inhibitions out the window as Sakura began to bob her head up and down while her tongue did acrobatic-like twirls.

He tugged her hair, pulling her down, making her take in the entire length of his cock.

This is wrong, the back of his mind whispered.

You have to be alone forever if you don't want to suffer, his moral yelled at him.

You can't have a commitment, wise words echoed.

But this wasn't a commitment, this was sex…this was a battle…this was…ecstasy.

He couldn't hold back anymore, he pushed her off him roughly, flipped her over on her back, and entered her in one fluid motion. She let out a half moan half scream and he grinded his teeth together to keep himself from making the same response.

She was so tight.

He groaned as he began to move his jumps in a slow rhythm.

"Ugh, Fuuuuuck," Sakura breathed out as she met his thrusts with her own hips.

It was a losing battle – for both of them.

He tried to keep his breathing steady and his mouth clear of moans and groans and any signs of enjoyment, but it was too hard. Having sex with her was too enjoyable…there was no mutual ground as he rotated his hips with his last thrust causing her to arch upward and scream in pure lust.

It was wrong.

But he couldn't stop, and he didn't protest when Sakura tried to roll him over, he let her rid him to her heart's content. The view of her breasts bouncing and her hips sliding up and down over his cock was pushing him closer and closer to his own release.

He grabbed her hips, and helped her speed up the rhythm and used his own hips to meet with hers. They were fucking each other senseless. There were no words – only incoherent mutters, moans, and screams. There was no sanity left.

She screamed loudly as she came closer and closer to her climax, and he forced his own release to wait for hers. Only when the inside of her walls began to spasm violently and her body collapsed over his did he allow himself a few quick rough thrusts to finish the job.

She was the Queen.

He was the King.

And they were playing off the board.

Checkmate.

A/N: Had some free time this morning, so I was able to update and edit since it was such a short chapter. I tried to keep this chapter not too descriptive and enjoyable to everyone.

Some of my beloved reviewers asked how often I'd be updating, and an honest answer would be: I don't know. A guess would be, at least once a week, but hopefully more. :P

Thank you so much for the reviews, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. :)

Plot thickens next chapter!