Length: About eight pages, two pages longer than it was meant to be.
Summary: Sasuke is in chains and Sakura can do as she wishes.
Warning: This is a smutfic and there will be smut. The faint of heart should leave now.

As soon as I finish Chapter 4, Chapter 3 will be up.

It had been a week since Sasuke had come back. His arrival was not common knowledge. A select handful of people knew and Sakura was only part of that handful because she was Tsunade's apprentice and an old member of Team Seven. ANBU Black Ops were dealing with Sasuke on the most part. Sakura had gotten no word on his progress, or even if he'd had progress. She hoped he had. Else, he'd be bruised up and starved. The ANBU were efficient in what they did, if inhuman. Sakura didn't let this bother her; Konoha wanted Sasuke alive, not dead. If the village wanted him dead, he would be so already, and the fact that he wasn't spoke volumes.

Sakura was thinking about this as she treated a civilian's broken arm. "There you go!" she said brightly, placing the arm gently in a sling. It'd been an easy heal, a hairline fracture, but she was notorious for giving civilian's over-treatment. If she made them think it wasn't healed entirely, they'd be more careful with it and wouldn't be back for a few months, maybe years. She smiled up at the little girl. "All better! You just rest it for a little bit, okay?" The girl sniffled. Sakura lifted a finger to wipe away a tear. "Don't cry; it's okay." She moved her arm a bit from the sling. "See? It doesn't hurt. Does it?"

"No, Haruno-san," the girl whimpered. She flexed her arm muscles and offered a watery smile. "It doesn't."

The worried look on her mother's face lessened and she smiled widely. "Thank you, Haruno-san," the mother said.

Sakura offered her a smile. "No problem. If she brakes it again, you know who to call." She scribbled down a few words on her clipboard. "How did you brake your arm, sweetheart?"

"I was climbing a tree," the little girl sniffled, "and I fell."

Sakura smiled. "Be more careful next time, okay?"

The girl nodded eagerly and hopped off the hospital bed. "I promise, Haruno-san!"

Sakura told the girl's mother to check out at the front desk and sent them on their way. She then sat down at her desk and started going through patient files. The little girl had been a first-timer, but the boy before her hadn't been; he'd been a twelve-year-old genin with wide, dark blue eyes and even darker hair. He was stoic and silent, but every now and then Sakura would get him to crack a smile and that made her feel like the best doctor in the world. This morning had been his sixteenth visit, mostly because of broken bones, but he'd had a fever once or twice. He reminded her of Sasuke. Every time she managed to make him laugh she felt as if she'd made up for the times she hadn't made Sasuke laugh.

Sakura wondered when Naruto would be in for his weekly visit. Someone always managed to brake his bones. Never mind the fact that it was usually her. That brought her to wondering when Kakashi would be back from his mission to see Sasuke; Sakura wanted to be there when he got the news, wanted to see the look on his face. She also wondered when Sai would show her how to paint those wonderful pieces of art he did. And when Ino—who didn't know Sasuke was back—would return her damned movies.

She was lost in her thoughts when someone knocked on her door. The sound of the loud knock-knock-knock snapped her out of her thoughts. She opened up the door to see one of the first-shift nurses. "Tsunade-sama wishes to speak with you," he said uncomfortably. He looked up at his superior with insecure eyes and it took a while for Sakura to remember that she was one of the youngest doctors in the entire hospital and that it stroke fearful respect into people.

Sakura smiled. "I'm going."

Tsunade was not in the hospital today. She'd given the message through bird and was residing in her office at the Hokage Residence, staring out her window, irritated by the current turn of events. The stubborn Uchiha had not said one word to anyone. At all. Tsunade didn't want to threaten him with death—he was the last Uchiha, and Konoha needed him on their side—but if it this didn't work out...

The blonde woman looked at her protege and sighed. "Sasuke talked to you."

Sakura's pink brows knitted together. "Is that such a big deal?" she wondered.

"He hasn't opened his mouth since," Tsunade admitted. She glanced out the window and wondered what it would be like to be a bird, flying through the sky, without a care in the world.

Sakura's mind raced through all the different possibilities. Her face twisted with worry. "Is he okay? Is he sick? What's wrong?"

Tsunade almost laughed. Yes, Sakura was predictable. "No, everything with his health is fine." Sakura's sigh of relief was audible. "He hasn't been responding—not to interrogation, not to torture, not to starvation..." Sakura winced at the words torture and starvation. "I was wondering if you would mind talking to him." She phrased it as a question, but Sakura knew better. This was a mission. This was a mission and she was not free to refuse. "Doing whatever necessary to get him to talk. Whatever necessary." Sakura had heard those words plenty of times before. It was Tsunade's way of veiling a seduction mission. It was a thin veil and Tsuande knew it. Sakura swallowed thickly. "If you take this up, you won't report to the hospital; instead, you'd come here, straight down to the don—basement, for as long as you need."

Sakura stood up. "I'll start today."

Tsunade sighed and Sakura left.

Sasuke heard the door at the top of the stairs open, then the click of shoes on concrete. He readjusted himself on the ground, concrete pebbles pressing against different areas of his ass, offering the abused places some much needed relief. He expected to see an ANBU, or perhaps Shikamaru. Instead he saw Sakura, clad in her pristine white lab coat. It was belted today, keeping her outfit hidden from view. The belt made Sasuke realize how tiny her waist was, just like the rest of her. Her pink hair was let out today, fanning over her shoulders, standing in stark comparison to her white coat.

"Hey," she said softly. Her voice was hesitant. Sasuke distantly wondered what had her sounding so, as she was so stubbornly determined that he was the same little boy that left those years ago. "I hear you aren't talking." Ah. So that was it. Sasuke remained silent. Sakura took a deep breath. "Look. I'm not here to torture you, or to drag confessions from your mouth. I'm just here to talk. Is that okay?"

"My say so has never stopped you before."

Sakura smiled. "No, no it hasn't," she said. Her sandals clinked against the concrete floor as she went to sit next to him. "You look okay. Who healed you?"

So she knew he'd been tortured. Hn. Sasuke shrugged. "Didn't see his face." He looked over at her from the corner of his eye. Her eyes were hesitant. Her cheeks were round. Her nose was straight. Her lips were plump and a pale, pale pink. He watched them brush together as she talked, realizing unwillingly that he had missed this, had missed hearing her voice as she raddled on about kami knew what.

"How've the last eight years been?" she asked. It suddenly struck Sakura how much time it had been. Eight years. Maybe she didn't know him anymore. Maybe he had changed, as he so adamantly insisted. Her heart ached at the thought.

But then Sasuke shrugged a very Sasuke shrug and Sakura's heart felt normal.

"Any girly-friends?" she teased. The thought of Sasuke with another made her heart convulse again and, even though she knew he'd had sex before, this struck her horribly. Suddenly, she wanted to prove herself better than any of the women he'd ever laid eyes on before. Her eyes raked over Sasuke, this time taking him in not as a doctor, but as the hormonal women she was. He was shirtless, the hard muscles in his chest all soft angles and bruised skin. Sakura wanted to kiss every one of them and heal him. His abdominal muscles were particularly bruised, although they did look every bit as delicious as she'd ever seen them. Even with his arms pulled over his head, his shoulders looked broad, strong. Since last week, someone had bandaged his arms thickly. His dark pants were hung low on his hips, and a small trail of dark hair reached out of them to lick the circle of his bellybutton. He was covered in sweat and dirt and some dried blood and Sakura had never seen him look as sexy in the past eight years has he did now.

Sakura decided she was sick in the head.

"Fan-girls."

"Even in the Sound?" Sakura rose a brow. "I guess everyone's definition of sex god is the same."

Sasuke chuckled. "Sex god?"

Sakura's face turned bright pink, but said, "Uh, yeah. Did you not have a mirror in the Sound? Look at yourself!" She waved her arm up and down in his direction, signaling at his body. "You're covered in bruises and old blood, and still all I can think of is getting rid of those pants." She paused. Her verdigris eyes widened as if she'd just realized what she'd said. "I don't— I didn't— It's not like— Oh who the fuck am I kidding? I cannot take my mind of those beautiful pecs and I think that's in your best interest right now."

Sasuke rose a brow. "Oh?"

Was it getting hot? It felt hot, even in this damp underground room. Sakura unclasped the belt at her waist, letting the white coat fall away, held to her body only by her arms. "Well, if I could focus on anything but those wonderfully thick arms of yours, you would be screaming out where Orochimaru was and who was with him and what double agents we have here," she admitted.

Sakura was cocky. Although, as it was, she had a right to be. That didn't mean Sasuke was annoyed by it any less. He drew his gaze away from her tight little red zip-up dress that exposed just a hint of cleavage and to her bright bottle-green eyes. He ignored the fact that her tiny waist and round hips were driving him sort of insane and scoffed.

Sakura rolled her eyes. Her thin, elegant fingers poked him in the side. It hurt more than any poke should have a right to. It seemed Sakura knew it too. "That was but a taste of my monster strength." She was silent then, staring at the yellowness of the bare light bulb. She was quiet for longer than Sasuke thought was physically possible for her. Then: "Why won't you tell us, Sasuke?"

It was the absence of his -kun that kept him silent.

The clock was just striking six when Sakura decided she'd had enough of his silence. He hadn't said a word after she'd asked her last question. She'd sat in silence for three hours before deciding, fuck this, she wanted to hang out with someone who would talk to her.

So of course she rounded up Ino and Naruto.

They were happy to oblige. Naruto immediately suggested they go to Ichiraku's. Ino promptly slapped him. Then she begged to go to this new club on the other side of town. She convinced Naruto by saying there was ramen and Sakura by promising to return her movies. The blonde girl was swift to invite the rest of the village. Only Neji, TenTen, Kiba, and Shikamaru could make it.

Sakura knew this was an excuse to let Ino play dress-up with her, but at the moment, Sakura couldn't care less. She just wanted to be out. She wanted Sasuke's body out of her mind, right that second. So now she sat on a barstool in a slinky, skintight red and white dress that ended just below mid-thigh and blinking blindly at the bright strobe lights. She watched as Neji and TenTen, quote on quote, "got their dance on," Shikamaru was piratically molested by Ino, and as Kiba chased after girls that slapped him the second he got too handsy. Sakura felt herself smile as a club girl with high black hair slapped a blush into Kiba's cheeks.

Naruto sat next to her, scarfing down ramen as only he could. Sakura was surprised there even was ramen at a nightclub. "How was the hospital?" the blonde asked through a mouthful of ramen noodles.

Sakura smiled at the thought of the little girl with the broken arm and the stoic boy with the fever. "No deaths today," she said. Her throat was dry; she wanted some water.

"We should celebrate!" Naruto shouted over the music.

Sakura rose a rosy pink brow. "This isn't the first time a no-death thing happened."

Naruto rolled his baby blues. "Not that!" His smile widened. "The fact that Sasuke's back!" There was sadness mixed in with his smile, and Sakura felt a pinch in her heart as she remembered that Sasuke's return squelched any dreams of a relationship between her and Naruto. It wasn't that she was sad for herself, rather that she knew Naruto felt towards her as more than a friend. But then Naruto's eyes brightened again and he beckoned the bartender. "Straight whiskey for me and a pink squirrel for the lady here."

"Naruto, I don't drink," Sakura reminded the wide-eyed ninja.

Naruto laughed. "Live a little, Sakura!"

It was under the bright strobe lights and pounding music of a nightclub that Sakura took her first sip of alcohol. It was under the bright strobe lights and pounding music of a nightclub that Sakura first got drunk.

The music was loud. People were dancing. Well, not so much dancing as sexing with clothes on. Naruto had been invited to dance-slash-sex and he'd gone, leaving Sakura on her barstool, nursing her drink. Guys had asked her to dance too, but she was feeling tipsy and didn't know what, exactly, she would do under the influence. Many of the men had stripped themselves of their shirts; hell, TenTen had gotten Neji to take his. And damn was his chest fine. It reminded Sakura of another, finer chest. Finer because it was chained to a wall and covered in blood and smelled of sweat and belonged to Sasuke.

Sakura took another long sip of her drink and decided it was time to dance. She wanted to feel the warmth of another body near hers.

It wasn't hard to find a guy willing to dance. This club had an uneven ratio of men to women and three men were sandwiching a girl between them. Sakura easily stole one of her harem away with a bat of her pink lashes and a pout of her plump lips. Then it was just dancing, grinding backwards on his groin, which was embarrassingly hard. Sakura didn't notice. Or maybe she did and was enjoying being desirable. Being seen as sexy.

The thought was intoxicating. Being thought of as beautiful, worthy of lust.

Sakura reached behind herself, up to cup the jaw of her dance partner. His jaw was soft, boyish. Nothing like the harsh edge in Sasuke's. The lack of similarities was irritating. Sakura growled at herself. Why was she dancing with this twat? Her mind fuzzed. Then she stopped dancing and stumbled away, hitting bodies and disturbing dancing couples that looked about ready to rip their clothes off right then and there.

She wanted to feel Sasuke's hands on her hips as she'd felt that man-boy's. She wanted the hardness of his chest pressed to her back. She wanted it, and goddamn it, she was going to get it.

The bulb had been turned off. Sasuke stared at nothing but darkness, though he was sure he was staring at the second stair in the stairway. It was damp and cold, but Sasuke would not open his mouth to complain. Complaining is weakness. He also did not want anything from his guards. The ANBU had left him alone to sleep, as they always did, and today they'd refrained from the usual torture session. He almost wished they hadn't; at least that way he'd have something to do. At least in the Sound he'd be able to train, or sleep on a bed, for heaven's sake.

Thump.

Sasuke's head snapped up. He was still staring into the darkness, but someone had fallen into the door and pushed it far enough to let a sliver of light through. There were low murmurs and the shifting of feet. The bulb is turned on; the light is swallowed by the darkness of the dungeon, leaving the usual dim glow, similar to that of a nightlight. Then someone was stumbling down the stairs.

First he saw milky white legs. A long expanse thereof, soft and smooth. Then a dress so tight it should be illegal. The deep scarlet against the pale white skin was shockingly erotic. Perfect hips. Round breasts. Dainty shoulders and a long neck, decorated by a single, thin white necklace. The circle of the Haruno clan. Wavy pink hair. Plump pink lips. Pert white nose. Wide green eyes. She brought with her two scents: Soft perfume, strong and womanly, and alcohol.

This was Sakura. And she was drunk.

She stumbled down the stairs, holding tight to the railings. Her hips swayed. She was unbalanced on her feet. "Sasuke," she called. Her voice was steady, but heavy with drunkenness. It was mouthwatering. The door shut behind her. She stood in front of him, looking down on him with swimming green eyes.

Her fingers snapped down to his chin. She snapped his chin upwards, and Sasuke was too curious as to what she would do to stop her. He gazed at her with dark onyx eyes, almost expressionless. Sakura's eyes were a clouded green, and her breath stank of fruity alcohol. He almost said something snarky, almost teased her about never having drank, because she was obviously a lightweight. Something in the way her eyes darkened stopped him.

Sakura stared at him, examining him like a bug under a microscope. Those wonderful abs, unrealistically hard for having been chained to a wall for a week. His arms bent at the elbows, forearms wrapped in rough linens. One leg extended before him, another bent at the knee. The sharp, masculine line of his jaw, so strong and so unlike the jaw she'd felt not even a half-hour ago. His midnight hair greasy from days of mistreatment, bangs hanging limp in front of his face. His thick neck, the tendons standing out as he tilted his head to look at her. Best of all his broad shoulders, strong and beautiful.

Sakura wanted to feel him. She wanted to feel his skin pressed under her lips. She wanted to taste the sweat of his skin. And kami help her, she would.

Sakura bent down at the waist, the tiny little dress riding up slightly at the motion, revealing just an inch more of her legs. Her lips slammed down on his, the movement slurred, sloppy, and drunk. Sasuke's lips were dry under hers, but Sakura couldn't find it within herself to care. They were Sasuke's and they were perfect.

Sasuke stared. At what, he didn't know. All he knew at the moment was that a very scantily dressed, very drunk Sakura had her hands on his shoulder for balance and was kissing him. Or trying to. She was drunk, after all. And apparently a drunk Sakura was a bold Sakura. He tried to stop her, push her away, maybe smack some sense into her; the chains on the wall stopped him. They made a metallic clanking sound. "Sakura," he said against her lips.

Sakura pulled away. "Shut up."

Two words that shocked wide eyes out of a normally emotionally stunted man. Two words spoken with such ferocity. Then her lips were on his again, slower this time. This time it was more of a kiss than a mashing of lips and teeth. And Sasuke found himself kissing her back, simply to see how far this would go. Her lips were soft. They parted against his and suddenly her tongue was tracing the outline of his lips, and she somehow managed to part his lips. Her tongue was warm and wet against his; it tasted of alcohol—a few fruity drinks, if he guess correctly. They weren't exactly his favorite—he preferred straight vodka—but he could see how a drink like that would find its way into Sakura's mouth.

It was Sakura who pulled away, a thread of their combined saliva connecting their mouths. She was breathing heavily and her eyes were clouded. She licked her lips with that perfect pink tongue of hers, breaking said thread and wetting her slightly bruised lips. Suddenly she was straddling his lap, the red and white dress sliding up over her hips in the single slick movement. Sasuke smirked at the cotton panties she wore; they were so very Sakura. Her ankles locked behind his back, the skin soft against his bruises, the heels of her shoes scratching on his lower back like the nails of a cat. Her arms rapped around his neck, fingers locking in his hair.

"Sasuke," Sakura murmured. The way she said his name made him think of coming home. Familiarity. Warmth. Comfort. "Sasuke." There was no familiarity in that one. There was desperation, depression, need. Before Sasuke could wonder about the difference, Sakura had her lips on his again, the desperation from her last whimper dragging into this kiss. Her hands unlocked from his hair; they trailed down his shoulders, holding on to his chest. Her lips moved from his to his ear, nibbling on them in a way that made a part of Sasuke's anatomy twitch.

"Sakura," he hissed. His breath tickled on her shoulder and Sakura moaned, the sound sweet and strong in his ear. Sasuke decided he wanted to hear that again. He moved his hand forward to grab onto her hips, but the chain clanked, teasing him. He growled.

The sound dragged a laugh from Sakura's lips, tinkling and bell-like. "What do you want, Sasuke?" Her words were dark. Then her lips were on his ear again, suckling like a baby on a bottle. Her mouth was warm and wet; the thought of it on another part of his body made his hips thrust upwards. "Oh." Sakura licked the shell of his ear once more, then blew on it, before abandoning it and pressing her lips to Sasuke's.

This time it was Sasuke who parted her lips. There wasn't much he could do, chained to this fucking wall as he was, and he reveled in the little he could. Especially when it pulled that delectable little whimper from her. He explored her mouth as if it were his mission, struggling against the chains. He wanted to feel her skin against his. Dammit, she was asking for it; where was the harm?

Sakura moaned again, pressing her body close to Sasuke's. The warmth of his body melted through the thin cloth of her dress.

She bit his lip, and Sasuke made a sound between a moan and a growl. His hips thrust upward. Sakura laughed, letting go of his lip. She ground herself downward onto his groin, feeling the response almost immediately. "Oh." It was the first time she'd felt his hardening cock so close to her crotch. The feeling was wonderful. She did it again, whimpering. "Oh, Sasuke."

Her panties were dampening; Sasuke could feel it through his pants. Oh, kami, how he wanted to feel her without anything in the way. He wondered if she were a virgin. The thought was thrown from his mind when she thrust her hips down on him again. Sasuke watched her expression. Her green eyes closed and her lower lip quivered. She grabbed onto his neck again, hiding her face in the crook of it, and rolled her hips. Her clit was resting right on the hardness of his penis, and the friction was delicious when she twirled her hips just like that.

"Oh, kami!" Sakura's voice was low, a little murmur vibrating the back of Sasuke's neck. Her warmth bled through the cloth of her underwear and through Sasuke's pants. She rolled her hips again, and Sasuke grit his teeth together, throwing his hips up to meet her. "Oh, Sasuke!" She rubbed herself on the length of his dick one last time and bit into Sasuke's neck to keep from shouting. Sasuke felt his pants get wet. His penis throbbed, painfully erect. The slight pain in his neck made it all the worse. When Sakura let go of his neck, she let out a sigh, her breathing uneven as she tried to catch her breath.

When she was done, she crawled off his lap. Her eyes were dark, her face slack in post-orgasmic bliss. Sasuke mourned the fact that he hadn't been able to see her face as she came. Her elegant, thin fingers traced down the skin of his stomach, playing with the soft hairs just able the waistline of his pants. She dragged down the waistband of his pants and underwear just enough so that his dick stood at attention, unbidden by anything.

Sakura stared. Of course she'd seen penises before—she was a doctor—but there was something different about seeing Sasuke's. It was long and thick, with an angled pink head. The veins were thrumming so hard Sakura could see them pulse. She licked her lips at the sight.

Sasuke's cheeks had since flushed an invisible shade of pink. He was slightly amused at the way Sakura's green eyes went wide.

"I—" Sakura said, then stopped. She was fighting through the haze of alcohol and bliss. She wet her lips again. She smiled up at Sasuke, who was looking at her with dark onyx eyes, studying her every move. She wet her lips again and bobbed her head down, engulfing the head of Sasuke's dick with the warmth of her mouth.

One of Sasuke's eyes twitched at sudden warm, wet feeling of Sakura's mouth. His hips bucked upward, stuffing Sakura's mouth with his dick.

Sakura pulled upward, letting go of everything but the head of his cock. Her tongue circled the angled head, and she bobbed back down. She hummed then, the vibration making Sasuke grunt in appreciation. She kept humming as she pulled back up, her tongue poking at the slit at the head of his cock, which was already weeping with pre-cum. Her tongue was warm and wet and wonderful, her mouth tight and full. Sasuke bit his lip. Sakura rolled her tongue around his foreskin. His hips rolled forward, forcing his dick further down Sakura's throat. Her tongue flicked against the head of his cock—he was close, so close, one more bob of her head and he would come.

Sakura pulled away with a loud, thick pop. She bent back down, licking a bead of pre-cum from the head. Then she stood up, fixed her dress, fixed Sasuke's pants, and walked away. Sasuke twitched. "Sakura! Get the fuck back here! Finish this!" he yelled at her.

Sakura looked over her shoulder. The expression on Sasuke's face was to die for. His eyes were narrowed in anger, but there was a desperation in them that was hard to miss, even in her drunken state. His lips were curled down into a frown. There was an obvious tent in his pants and his arms were still held above him in the chains. The contradiction in his expression and current state was hilarious to her, and she laughed. It was a slurred laugh. "Goodbye, Sasuke," she said, and walked away.

She just walked away.

R&R.