Disclaimer: No, I do not own any of the characters of Naruto.
He comes to me by night, throwing open my window and pouncing on me so fast I can't react. I imagine I could bar the window or somehow trap it, but the image of his long slender shadow spreading across my bedroom floor sends shivers of shameful desire through me.
He's here again, his weight above me, crushing the air out of me, his blade at my throat, his deep voice uttering threats meant to frighten but only increased my want.
I fight against him. I always fight. I have to. If not for the pretended fear of his rape, but for his own benefit.
He needs to feel me struggle, needs to know what he's doing is wrong and corrupt and evil.
So I fight.
I kick and bite, my teeth and nails sometimes drawing blood, bending backwards. I struggle against him, knowing that it's the only way he'll stay.
I know that, if I reach for him too much, give in too much, he'll run light a frightened cat, leaving me alone in the darkness. I learned that lesson the hard way once, as when his lips touched mine, I yielded and pressed back eagerly, grasping his arms, back hair, whatever piece of him I could get a hold of, only to have Sasuke feel too comfortable, too... accepted.
And like last time,
He ran.
So now, I fight. I struggle against him. Even when the warm moisture spreads between my legs, when my pants become heated and my limbs tremble with desire, I fight. Weak 'nos' mixed in between pleasurable loud moans. I'm suddenly glad that I live by myself. Suddenly elated at the fact that the petty wages I make from Tsunade at the hospital are enough to scrape by a meager existance outside of my parents humble home.
I don't think I could take it, if they walked in on us. Walked in on their beloved daughter, moaning shamefully with fake pain as her midnight lover contorted her into a variety of mind blowing positions.
Would I be able to face them? Would I be able to look mother, father in the face and tell them that I love him? That I crave a missing-nin who's now a part of the Sound Village? Who's associated with the same Orochimaru that not only months earlier decimated our village? Would I have the strength to?
Sasuke's lips found mine, and I bit at them, attempting to turn my head away, his hands left my hips and moved to my jaw, holding them in place as he thrust past that pleasurable spot in me, causing a white hot flash behind my eyes and my mouth to open wide. His warm tongue slid inside and I forced myself to remain still. To not react. To not bite down on the silky appendage as wave after wave of pleasure rushed through me, resulting in shamefully loud moans.
Sasuke retracted his tongue, and smile against my lips.
He was getting cocky again.
And suddenly, I couldn't take it anymore. His control. His teasing pace. His shallow kisses. This pretended resistance to keep him here.
I would fight him, alright. I would make him stay.
Before Sasuke could reach, he was on his back on my hardwood floor, me straddling his hips, his hands held about his head.
His eyes widened, his sharingan pinwheels circling.
After a few moments of fighting, I win. My hips over his, my hands roughly holding his above his head, his body sprawled out like nude artwork before me. My eyes glaring death back into his.
And suddenly, he understands. I'm in control now. And I would still fight. I would keep him here. No longer would I bend to his will. No longer would I reach for his back as he walked away from me.
No.
I would grow stronger. I would surpass him, and beat him black and blue if he tried to run past me again. I would grab him and hold him here. In this place, with me.
While I'm 'in my triumphant mode, Sasuke has started thrusting again, lifting his lips off the floor to wiggle himself within me.
He really has gotten better. Not that I have anything to compare him to, but his touches and moves have become a lot less shy and more confident. His endurance has increased. What used to last moments has extended to hours.
Much to my annoyance, and his chagrin, a few loud moans escape my lips, and for a few fleeting moments I find myself wiggling back against him.
Taking this as my defeat, he started to shift his hands and hips, attempting to reclaim his position on top of me, only to be disappointed and frustrated when he found my resistance still in place and my grip on his wrists tightened.
His eyes met mine again, glaring a silent warning, and despite my both pleasure and fear induced shaking, I glared back.
I suppose, I'd have to thank Tsunade for her training that granted me the supreme strength that I was now using to restrain Sasuke.
It then occurred to me that I was probably stronger than Sasuke, physically anyways. Though, while I might be able to shatter the Earth with one punch, he could still slaughter me rather easily.
And then, it occurred to me that he had stopped moving, his cock still rested, albeit throbbing, within me. Focusing on his face I found...
… patience.
… obedience.
acceptance.
He was waiting for me. Even though I could feel the dawn coming on. Even though he was normally punching me, rushing to escape, he was waiting.
I remained still, taking in the moment to bask in the wonder that is an Uchiha's body. Perfect bone structure, well sculpted muscle held together by fine sinew. A light sheen of sweat glistened in the moonlight on his body, but still I waited, I held.
Until we could feel it together. Until we both could no longer take it, and could feel the desire building up in between our bodies, and it was then that I moved.
I moved until the friction between our bodies produced unbearable heat, until the soft moans we made spilled over our lips, forming a harmony as the bounced off the walls, surrounding us.
At some point, Sasuke freed his hands and was holding me, helping me move him within me, until everything exploded and the world ceased to exist for a few sweet moments. The world outside this room and his arms was no more, and everything blissfully faded to black.
In the morning, he was still there, his arms wrapped lightly around me, his chest lightly rising and falling with his breath. The sun rose, illuminating my room, and I was finally able to see the full extent of the damage we had done that night.
It was all right. Walls could be repaired, bruises would fade.
The important thing was that I could see him. My sleeping angel, my lover, my Sasuke.
This was the beginning of us.
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A.N. I took a bit of liberties with Sakura, having her live alone as I figured that at some point she would've left her parents house. I actually had this chapter written for quite some time, lying dormant in my notebook until I remembered it today, and dropped everything to type it up. I hope you enjoy! Thanks for reading!