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Antidote

Part 2

Sakura wanted to laugh and cry at the same time, but she did none. She didn't even move, and neither did the others.

Fortunately, Sasuke eventually regained composure. If it hadn't been for him, they would've stayed like that, immobile and quiet, unsure of what to do next, all night long.

"Naruto, get out of the room."

The blond looked at him with perplexity. "Huh? Why?"

"We're not doing this in the same room, you idiot. You and Hinata go to the other room. Sakura and I stay here."

Her heart started hammering even more violently. "Sakura and I." Those words and their meaning stirred her blood. Even though she'd expected it, it still excited her that he was choosing her.

No. He wasn't choosing her, not really. He was just acknowledging the obvious aloud, what all four of them already knew: there was no way he would do this with Hinata, as they barely knew or talked to each other, and there was no way Sakura would do this with Naruto, as they were like brother and sister. Moreover, they were all sufficiently aware of the girls' feelings, and reasonably, they were given the priority.

Truthfully, the election of pairs was nothing but logical.

"Fine…" Naruto let out a heavy sigh and rose from the bed. He walked towards the door, by which Hinata still stood. Sakura turned to watch him stop in front of the Hyuga. "Ummm," he said, and although his back was to her, she could see the blush creeping all over his face and neck. "Shall… we?" He opened the door, and Hinata, without meeting his blue gaze, quickly sneaked out of the room.

Naruto glanced at his friends over his shoulder one last time before leaving. The smile he flashed was tiny and hesitant, but Sakura understood what he was trying to communicate. We'll be alright, guys. We can do this. Don't worry.

When the door closed and she was left alone with Sasuke, she realized she had absolutely no idea what to do next. Sasuke still stood before her, and she still hadn't taken her eyes off her lap. Was she supposed to stand up and kiss him now? They'd never kissed before. She'd never kissed anyone before. She was embarrassingly inexperienced.

Suddenly, Sasuke cleared his throat. "Should I," he asked softly, "go get protection or something?"

It took her a while to get what he meant. Inevitably, the heat in her face increased. "U-uh, no," she stammered, "it's fine! I-I know how to deal with it. All kunoichis do. Don't worry, Sasuke-kun."

"Okay."

Say something, Sakura. Do something — anything. Or look at him, at least!

She thought looking at him would be the easiest thing, but once she dared to do it, she realized it probably was the complete opposite. Meeting his eyes, eyeing his expression, only made her feel more nervous.

Because no one had ever looked at her like he was looking at her now.

Before she could do anything else, Sasuke kneeled down in front of her, so that they were at eye-level. With an unfamiliar vehemence, he silently stared into her eyes. His hands found her waist, while hers reached for his shoulders. She was relieved to be touching him; it somehow anchored her to reality.

Slowly, his hands travelled down the curve of her waist, until they reached her hips. Her breath hitched when his slender fingers slipped underneath her red shirt and gripped her lower back. His skin was warm, but not warmer than hers. She couldn't hold back a shiver.

Without a warning, he leaned his forehead against hers. "Just relax," he whispered, his mouth merely inches from hers.

Sakura nodded sheepishly and licked her dry lips. Her tongue accidentally touched his lower lip, and he noticed as much as she did. But the way he reacted to it was quite unpredictable: instead of being bothered, he clenched his jaw, grabbed her hips again, and roughly pulled her to him, forcing her knees to part so that his body fitted between her legs. The intimacy of the position lit a fire inside her loins.

Startled, Sakura instinctively tried to pull away, but he didn't let her. Her strength, usually superior to many others' and definitely to his, was suddenly gone. She was being completely dominated by him – and honestly, she loved it.

Sasuke was breathing heavily. His cheeks were now colored a shade similar to her hair's. It seemed that, even when he was the one in control, this was affecting him just as much as it was affecting her. Despite his emotionless facade, deep inside he was like any other human being, full of passion and hormones – and right now, he wanted her as much as she wanted him.

His fingers sneaked under her shirt again, this time moving quickly. They caressed her stomach, her back, her ribs, and the under-side of her breasts, making her moan softly, before they abruptly pulled out. Sakura was about to whimper in protest, but then he pulled her shirt off in one swift motion, and she had to gasp in surprise instead.

She felt painfully exposed in nothing but her bra and her skin-tight shorts. Her insecurities floated up to the surface, awakening the fear of being rejected. However, Sasuke didn't show dissatisfaction as he heatedly stared at her small, full breasts and her taunt stomach. If anything, the intensity of his coal-black gaze increased to the point of overwhelming her. The look he was giving her was, she thought, like thunder rumbling loudly in the sky: it frightened a small part of her, but overall, it left her in awe of such power.

After quickly getting rid of his own shirt, his eyes flickered back to hers. The sight of the defined muscles underneath his pale, smooth skin momentarily made her forget about her own insecurities. Eagerly, she started to touch him, admiring the solid flesh of his chest, his arms, his shoulders, and his back. He allowed her to explore his skin, observing her expression carefully, as if trying to read her mind.

"Sasuke-kun," she purred, putting one hand on the nape of his neck and the other on his cheek. She struggled to find the right words to express how terrified, excited, happy, and nervous he was making her feel.

But she didn't need to find them because, right then, he finally kissed her.

Enthusiastically, she kissed him back, fascinated by the sensation of moving her lips against his in an universal expression of desire and love. She'd thought that kissing someone for the first time would be weird and that it would take a lot of practice to finally get to enjoy it, but she was discovering that she had been wrong. Kissing Sasuke was immediately wonderful. Her lips simply moved on their own, as if in perfect synchrony with his. It was the most amazing thing she'd ever experienced.

Sasuke pushed her down to the bed and climbed on top of her. There was a hand between her and the mattress, tugging on the clasp of her bra. His other hand gripped the back of her head, functioning as a pillow. He pulled away, allowing them to catch their breaths, and looked down at her with the same great ardor as moments before. Unconsciously, Sakura hugged his hips with her thighs, wishing for even more closeness. Sensing her impatience, he smirked lightly, unhooked her bra, and promptly threw it away to reveal her naked chest.

Once she felt the cold air hit her nipples, Sakura's hands flew to cover herself – but Sasuke's hindered this attempt. With one hand, he held both of her wrists above her head, and with the other he circled her waist and pulled her closer to him. "Don't you dare hide anything from my sight," he whispered lowly in her ear, before sensually licking it. "I want to see all of you."

His voice, his tongue, his warm breath fanning her neck – it was all too much. She moaned lustfully, pressing her legs around him to push him down to her. Their clothed genitals met at last, and she relished on the groan of genuine pleasure this elicited from him. He licked her ear and her neck again, biting her skin gently and tasting the thin layer of sweat covering it, before crashing his mouth against hers and kissing her with twice the passion than before.

Teeth nibbling on lips and tongues dancing erotically, they held each other as if their life depended on it – which, in Sakura's case, it literally did. However, she had momentarily forgotten all about the spider bite on her bandaged hand. Right now, she just knew that this was happening, with none other than Sasuke Uchiha, the boy she'd be in love with forever, and that she never wanted this moment to end.

His hands wandered along the planes of her body, squeezing her tits, stroking her stomach, and cupping her backside. Sakura moaned and groaned loudly, unable to censor the sounds of infinite pleasure that escaped her mouth. She spread her legs wider open and tried to pull down his pants with her toes.

Sasuke moaned when he realized what she was trying to do and broke the kiss. "You first," he panted against her shoulder, moving his hands from her butt to the waistband of her shorts. With another swift motion, he pulled them down, along with her panties, and discarded them both. Sakura didn't even have time to show a bit of modesty, because the feeling of Sasuke's fingers on her bare inner thighs, dangerously close to her entrance, along with the wet kisses he began to plant all over her neck, submerged her back into ecstasy.

Lacing her fingers through his messy, dark locks, she guided his face towards her chest, dying to know what his mouth would feel like in other sensitive places of her anatomy. She found out soon enough, for he quickly understood her needs.

"Sa-Sasuke-kun!" she exclaimed as his warm tongue gave a slow lick to her left nipple. After a torturously long pause, he did it again, this time even more slowly. She pulled on his hair with frustration, exciting him further. As if to reward her, he started to suck on her other nipple, combining his teeth and his tongue to provide her with dizzying pleasure.

But Sakura was a very unselfish lover. Because she vastly enjoyed what Sasuke was giving to her, she felt the need to give him something just as good in return. So she did the first thing that came to her mind: she untangled her fingers from his hair and shoved them down his pants to grab his member.

Sasuke hissed, halting his ministrations, as her inexpert hands began to touch his hard length. She caressed and squeezed him experimentally, watching his face the whole time to detect what was it that he liked best. When she pulled on it, up and down, with her fist, he finally shut his eyes tightly and let out a vulnerable moan. She smiled triumphantly and thought: This is it.

He positioned his palms at each side of her head. His hips jerked wildly, thrusting his cock into her fist with a quick rhythm that she followed without a problem. Panting and groaning, he opened his eyes and met hers. Those gorgeous jade orbs shone with mischievousness, since she was now the one in control, and he couldn't help but get irked by this.

Abruptly, he grabbed her wrist and pulled away from her touch. He lowered himself, gripping her hips to restrain her movements. He kissed her navel lovingly and gradually descended his mouth until it reached its final destination. Through half-lidded eyes, Sakura watched him, her chest rising up and down, offering him a delicious view of her firm mounds and the pink, erect nipples atop them. Again, he had her at his mercy.

Sasuke ran the tip of his tongue over her slit. She tasted syrupy, as he'd always imagined she would. Already captivated, he avidly engulfed her bundle of nerves with his mouth, nibbling on it with his lips. The sound of her strangled moans filled his senses, making his erection ache and covet the feel of her hand around it, but he forced himself to be patient. Her hands found their way back into his hair, and he moaned at the sensation of her nails scraping his scalp. The vibration drove her even crazier; she arched her back and threw back her head in a way that let him know she was already close.

He lapped at her moist opening a few more times, increasing the volume of her moans. He took advantage of her helplessness and inserted a finger into her core, making her pull his locks more violently. Groaning in both pain and pleasure, he drove his finger in and out of her wet hole, with moderation at first, and then as fast as he could.

Sakura came for the first time. Not in her life — since, like any other young adult, many other times she'd touched herself, fantasizing precisely with what was currently happening in reality. Specifically, it was her first orgasm – of the night.

As she savored the immense post-climax peacefulness, Sasuke's finger and mouth abandoned her womanhood. He crawled back up to hover over her, chest to chest, face to face. His lips were damp with her own fluids, which aroused her in a very unexpected way.

Unable to help herself, she reached down for his manhood again. It was even harder than it'd been earlier. They were both ready.

"Get inside me, Sasuke-kun," she whispered, tracing his jawline with her fingertips. "Come inside me."

His penis twitched in her hand at her explicit words. Licking the remaining fluids on his lips, he lowered himself right between her legs and planted butterfly kisses all over her cheeks, neck, and collarbones. Sakura let go of his cock to put her arms around his neck and braced herself.

"Are you ready?" he asked quietly, licking the drops of sweat on her temples.

Sakura nodded. Truthfully, she was still a bit unsure, but not only did this need to happen: she wanted it to happen like she'd never wanted something before.

Staring into her eyes, Sasuke entered her with one hard thrust. She let out a squeak of pain and surprise, burying her face in his neck. Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes, which Sasuke didn't fail to notice. With his lips, he wiped them away.

In an uncharacteristically gentle tone, he asked, "Do you want me to move?"

"No. Stay still… for a bit… please."

She was delightfully tight and hot, so he had to use all his will-power in order to comply.

After a few moments, Sakura finally seemed to loosen up. She dug her nails into his shoulder blades and started to sway her hips. Leaning on his elbows, he pulled his cock half-way out of her, and then slowly pushed back inside, following her tempo.

Sakura's moans came back as the pain faded little by little, overshadowed by the feeling of their skins rubbing. His tip tantalized an unknown spot deep within her, while his base massaged her clit. He breathed her name into her ear, sounding distracted, as if he were saying it like an unconscious mantra. This made her want to kiss him again, so she did. She could taste herself in his tongue, but instead of being repulsed, she took pride on it.

Gasping, Sasuke drove into her faster and harder. His sight, as he watched her bouncing tits, seemed to change. At the back of his mind, a voice told him his Sharingan had activated due to the adrenaline. He was glad it did. Now he would have this moment tattooed in his mind for the rest of his life.

He grabbed a fistful of her silky pink hair, tugging on it like she'd done with his. His free hand reached for one of her legs and hooked it around his waist, conceding like this a better angle of penetration. Sakura let him touch and move her as he pleased; she wanted him to be in complete charge of her body; she wanted to be totally his.

The pleasure built up within both of them. Gazing into his unique blood-red eyes, Sakura arched her back and gripped his ass, begging him to go much deeper, to indulge that delicious spot inside her womb that she'd just discovered. Sasuke's thrusts became wild and irregular, drenching them both in mind-numbing pleasure.

Soon, he felt the explosion coming. "Sa-sakura, I'm-"

"Nngh – aahh, y-yeah," she moaned into his ear. "Just… a li-little…"

Knowing he wouldn't be able to hold back for much longer, he shoved a hand between their bodies and stroked his clit in circles. He knew his thumb probably wasn't as good as his mouth at this, but for Sakura it seemed to suffice: almost instantly, she cried out, at the same time her walls spasmed around his dick.

Sasuke moaned and squeezed her thigh hard enough to leave a bruise. For a bit longer, he rammed into her, completely unrestrained, before he too reached his climax. He expelled his seed inside her, flooding her hot cavern, letting her absorb it all and claim him as hers.

Light-headed and exhausted, he rolled over and lay beside her. Eyes shut and lips parted, Sakura was sweating, blushing, and panting heavily. He thought she'd never looked more beautiful. Wanting to let her know this without speaking, he put his arm around her and pulled her towards him. She gazed into his eyes, which had come back to normal, and smiled weakly before planting a chaste kiss on his lips.

"Oxytocin," she said out of a sudden.

"What?"

"Oxytocin. It's a hormone released while cuddling. It's also supposed to fight off the venom's effect."

He smirked lightly, burying his nose in her hair. "Speaking of the venom, you said each session added up a week of life, right?"

"Ah, yeah," Sakura laughed. "Why? Are you planning on giving me a few extra weeks?"

Seizing her by the waist, he flipped her over so that she were sitting on top of him. His smirk widened at her surprised expression and he said, "Actually, I was thinking of giving you a few extra months."