Ch 3:

Repentance Song

When Sakura awoke, she gazed up at the blurry outline of a seemingly worried figure hovering over her, looking quite concerned. But she was hit with a pounding headache almost immediately as her eyes registered the light, and she groaned, placing her arm over her eyes. The figure jumped up and hurried to turn out the light, then quickly re-took their post at her side.

For a moment Sakura lay dazed and groggy, her mind in a half state of profound sleep.

And before she knew what was happening, Sakura felt a wet warmth flood over her lips, and she vaguely recognized it as a kiss.

"Mmm…Sasuke-kun…"

She felt the figure break the kiss momentarily at her words, and she pulled him closer to huddle against his warmth. And apparently the man on her thought that it was alright, and Sakura smiled softly as they resumed their kiss.

Sakura could feel that the person was wearing some sort of cloak, and she worked her hands up under the openings and pulled the cloak off the man. She felt the smooth skin of his finely wrought chest and arms slide under her small fingers like satin. The man slid his hands up under Sakura's shirt as well, slipping it off easily. Her chest was bare, and he kissed his way down her neck towards her soft breasts.

And then the door was suddenly thrown open and light was shed (literally and figuratively), the hanging lamp above them flickering on. Sakura nearly died of shock when she saw Itachi standing in the doorway, staring down at her and the man on top of her with his unfeeling eyes. It was also when the light had been turned on that Sakura noticed that the man that her half-asleep mind had checked off as Sasuke was actually Deidara, and she let out a short scream that startled him, causing him to tumble off the bed. She blushed when she saw that she was absent of pants and a shirt, wearing only the skimpy underwear that she had found in one of Kisame's drawers while she was searching for different clothes. And, finally, she observed that Deidara was indeed not wearing his Akatsuki cloak or his mesh. Just his shinobi pants, pulled down dangerously low, not yet enough to reveal anything.

Deidara fumbled for an excuse as he immediately pulled his robe over him. But when he was that Sakura needed it much more than he did, he ran over to her and put the robe over her mostly naked body. Itachi did nothing. He just stood, staring, with his unfeeling and unrevealing eyes, down at Deidara, then at Sakura, and back and forth. Deidara took this as his chance to leave, and, miraculously, inched his way past Itachi with his life.

And then there was one.

Sakura stood, not wanting to look pathetic in the eyes of a man who already hated her. The cloak nearly swallowed her whole, only making her look even smaller and frailer than she already did. Sakura stared into Itachi's eyes, searching for something to warn her of his reaction. But Sakura gasped as Itachi disappeared faster than Sakura's highly trained eyes could see, and she found herself staring only at the spot on the wall where his eyes used to be. She cried out in surprise as she felt herself slammed back onto the bed, and there she laid, Itachi staring down at her with nothing less than revulsion in his eyes.

"What happened?"

"Itachi…get off…"

"I asked you what happened, girl!"

Sakura started to cry. She hated him yelling at her. Somehow it made her think that Sasuke was the one yelling, cursing her and loathing her very essence.

"Nothing, I s-swear…p-please, get off…"

Itachi stared down at her, now with nothing in his eyes, as usual. He too had on only his shinobi pants, and Sakura knew for sure this time that she would pay dearly for her mistakes. He ran his hand down the side of her face, creating an illusion of care, but it was shattered when he slapped her, sending her screaming to the floor. He picked her up by the collar of the cloak and threw her back on the bed, then quickly ripped the cloak off in the same motion. Sakura was now only clothed in some cheap lingerie that he recognized as one Kisame kept for his women. And that only pissed him off more.

"Tell me, love, am I the only man in this compound you haven't fucked around with yet? The one you just so happen to share a damn room with? Look at you, sleeping around like a common whore..."

Sakura all but sank through the bed and into the floor at his words. In truth Sakura was a virgin, having slept with no one, saving herself for when she found Sasuke. But that would all go to hell now, and somehow Sakura felt as if she deserved it.

So she did not object to her punishment, allowing Itachi's hands to roam freely over her stomach and around her back, unsnapping her bra. She herself actually slid the bundle of lace off of her body, surprising him entirely.

Sakura trembled as Itachi slowly ran his hand from her chest down her side all the way to her ankle, savoring the ample curves of her breasts and legs. When his hands had reached their midway point he caught the strap of the remaining underwear, pulling it down the length of Sakura's legs progressively. He made the immediate transition from Sakura's legs to the hem of his own pants, pulling them off quickly and positioning himself at Sakura's delicate opening. He could tell immediately that she was a virgin and began to regret his harsh words. But he did not regret the effect that they had. He had gotten this far with almost no struggle at all.

And so, when Itachi entered her, Sakura inhaled sharply, her piercing fingernails digging into his back, which only made Itachi even harder inside of her. He let out a low groan, longing desperately to begin driving in and out of her uncontrollably. And, after a few moments, Sakura's grip on Itachi's back loosened, and he started to pull out, then push in again, repeatedly. Sakura's breathing was erratic and shallow, and she began to moan after a minute, driving him insane. He pulled her up into his lap, and she pushed him back down, positioning herself on top, attempting to alight his good graces and play his game. Sakura began to grind her pelvis slowly over Itachi's, and their longing groans grew louder and louder as Sakura built up a faster pace.

"Sakura…say my name…"

"You're not…w-worth it…"

"Sakura…"

"Ita…Itachi…"

"Louder…"

"Oh, god, I can't…"

"Sakura!"

"Oh god, Itachi!"

All the way in the kitchen, Kisame blinked at the sudden outburst from down the hall, then exploded with laughter. Sasori just sat drinking his tea as usual, unphased by the scream of ecstasy that so clearly belonged to Sakura.

But Deidara crushed his porcelain teacup in his hand, all the while staring down at the floor.