Length: About five pages, just one page short of normal.
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.

Sakura woke up with a killer headache, damp underwear, a monster blush, and the promise to kill Naruto. And possibly never, ever go near that basement jail ever again.

As she got ready for the day, she tried to push it to the back of her mind. To forget about it entirely, if kami would be so kind. However, kami was some kind of sadistic bitch, and Sakura found herself with water beating down her back and the thought of Sasuke's nakedness. The smell of blood on his skin—his blood—was intoxicating, even in the fuzz of her memory. He'd smelled like fire and death and blood and home. Being that close to him felt like being home, finally being where she belonged. And the beautiful friction of his dick rubbing her through his pants...

That had not been her first orgasm, but it had been the first in which another person was involved and sweet heavens, was it beautiful. The fact that he'd been chained up and helpless—erotic. Pure fantasies come to life.

The feel of his mouth against hers...

His lips had not been her first kiss, but they did lay claim to being the best.

The taste of his skin: salty, sweet, and mixed with just the tangy bitterness of his blood. Oh, heavens.

Sakura bit her lip against the memories and prayed to kami that she'd be able to forget. Kami was not that kind.

The water felt as if it were licking her, from head to toe. Warm and wet. Sakura was throbbing. The soap slipped from her fingers and Sakura found herself teasing her own nipples. Tugging roughly in frustration. Kami, she was so weak. She couldn't even stop herself from fantasizing about something she'd done drunkenly in the middle of the night. But, oh, the roughness of his pants against the thin cotton of her drenched underwear. Oh. Her fingers trailed down from her breasts to rub at her clitoris. A shock rolled up her spine and Sakura moaned.

Chains.

Sakura rubbed harder, pressing down and whimpering at the feel of her own fingers. Her back was pressed to a shower wall and water was collecting at her feet.

Sasuke chained to a wall, naked, his dick painfully hard and covered in white pre-cum.

A finger went in. "Oh, kami," Sakura whimpered.

"What is it you want, Sasuke?" A snap of a whip.

A second finger. Her thumb pressed down and rolled the hardened nub of her clit. In, out. Sweet kami. It was close to bliss.

A slam of her lips on his, a downward thrust of her hips, a whimper from his lips.

A third. Oh, kami, was this what heaven felt like? Sakura's fingers quickened their pace. Her mouth formed a wide, open O of pleasure as she shouted out, her orgasm finding its way out of her. Oh she was wrong. This was what heaven felt like.

She was pitiful. Forcing herself on a man chained to a wall who couldn't refuse her if he tried, them masturbating to a sick fantasy of about the same thing.

Sakura decided then that she was not mentally sane.

Ino met her outside her door, as usual. It was routine now. They would walk to the hospital together and dish about the past day. Sakura greeted her with the usual smile and hug; she pretended not to be unhinged by the knowing smile on her best friend's face.

"So?" Ino asked eagerly, a wide grin on her face. She looked ready to jump up and down by now. It was almost funny. This was also routine, except that Ino usually begged to go first.

Sakura chewed on her inner cheek. "So what?" she wondered, trying to seem as clueless as possible as she started walking. She knew she'd failed when Ino rolled her eyes at her as if she were the densest thing in the world.

"Oh don't be coy!" Ino squealed. Her wide blue eyes looked starved for gossip. Sakura would have laughed if she weren't so preoccupied with trying to seem surprised. Was surprised the correct emotion for this? Or would shock be? Disbelief? "What hunk of beef did you leave the club with?"

Sakura couldn't help herself; she blushed. Through it, she said, "I don't know what you're talking about."

Ino waggled a finger at her. "You're lying. You always emphasize the what when you lie."

Sakura rolled her eyes, trying desperately to hide her blush. "Yeah, and you always stare at foreheads when you lie. Your point being?"

One of Ino's perfect baby blue eyes twitched. "You emphasized your what just a few seconds ago!"

Sakura shrugged. "I don't know what you're talking about," she muttered again, focusing on keeping all her words even. She smiled when Ino let out a growl of frustration. She took a turn that led away from the hospital and said, "Gotta go."

A blonde brow rose. "Where're you going?"

"Hokage Residence." Sakura winced at the thought of what was to come. But it was either her and idle chitchat or ANBU and torture sessions. Sakura bit her lip.

"Why?"

Another shrug from the pink-haired girl. "You don't need to know," she answered. It was their go-to phrase when they couldn't talk about missions, even with each other. Ino nodded, lifting a hand to wave goodbye.

Sakura pressed her lips together as she walked down the concrete stairs that led to Sasuke's jail. It was odd to think of it as a jail; it had no encasement, no bars, no keys hanging from a hook next to the cell. It was just a dark room with chains on the walls. Walls that kept secrets while she was inside them, walls without ears. While she was inside them, anyway. With her inside the basement jail, no one else was there to jot down what was said, no one was there to needlessly warn her about standing too close, no one to whisper among coworkers. While she was here, everything stayed silent; there were no witnesses.

Sakura didn't know how to feel about that. Certainly, yesterday it had been a blessing. She didn't know what she'd do if there had been someone listening in as she...did that. The simple thought brought a redness to her cheeks. Today, however... If there were someone with her, then surely Sasuke wouldn't bring...that up. He had more class than that.

Please let him have more class than that.

Regardless, Sakura didn't plan on having anyone with her while she hung out with Sasuke, no matter how awkward it might be. If she didn't get this over with today, then it'd come some time in the future, when Sasuke had been pardoned and had nothing but time on his hands. It'd be even more awkward then, because she'd have no way to hide if she decided she'd had enough for the day. Sakura's head throbbed just thinking about it. Or maybe it throbbed because of her hangover, which was surprisingly light for how much she'd drunk yesterday night.

What if Naruto found out what she'd done?

Oh hell. She could handle the pervy looks from Kakashi if he found out, she could handle Sai's endless questioning, but she couldn't handle the sad, disappointed look in Naruto's eyes if he found out. Oh seven hells.

"I thought you didn't drink."

Sasuke's voice was cold and slightly amused, that of a lion watching his prey squirm. Sakura cursed herself for thinking it was the single hottest thing she'd ever heard. She was sick in the head—sick, sick, sick in the head.

Sakura blushed at the words and squirmed in her skirt. Maybe it wasn't the best day to wear a shirt. But it was warm outside and everything else seemed so constricting. Damn Konoha weather. She tried to ignore the way Sasuke's eyebrows shot up at the sight of her fiddling; his was the gaze of a hungry panther and Sakura wasn't sure if he was mad at her or wanted more. She didn't know how to feel about either one. She wasn't about to apologize—selfishly, in the back of her mind, she thought that he owed her more, more because he left her on a bench and almost killed Naruto and made her cry so much and because he was Sasuke and she was Sakura and it felt right, no matter how much she tried to ignore it. But all of this was in the back of her head, hidden from her and her psyche. In the forefront of her mind all she could think of was the killer embarrassment of what she'd done.

"You didn't finish what you started yesterday."

He—what? He wanted her to do it again? Sakura rose a brow, despite her scarlet cheeks. What?

The chains rattled a bit as Sasuke shifted his position. His legs were slightly open now, an invitation. Or perhaps it was a demand. Sakura did her best not to stare at the strength in his muscles or the trail of hair that hid beneath his waistband. "Finish." It was, indeed, a demand. Sakura chewed on her inner lip. a part of her jumped up at being commanded like a slave. The other part started in aggravation. She stared at the open invitation—demand—of his parted legs.

She found herself on all fours, crawling to him, licking her lips in anticipation. She was tucked in safely between his legs when she looked up from her target and into Sasuke's eyes. He was staring at her, waiting for her, eyes hard as if he deserved this, as if it were expected of her. Sakura scowled. She shifted her weight as to balance on her knees and one hand, then used the other one to stroke him through his pants. Sasuke's eyes fluttered close for a second, as if in relief, then snapped open again. He was already hard. Sakura wondered if he'd fantasized about her the same way she'd fantasized about him. She thought that if he hadn't been chained by the arms that he would have relieved himself of it.

Sakura stroked him again, just the faintest of pressures against the clothed rod of his cock. Sasuke glared at her and she shot him a smile, her cheeks brighter than fireworks. "The magic word is please, Sasuke," she murmured at him.

"Sakura."

She smiled, tossing her hair over her shoulder. Her hand left the tent in his pants to fiddle with the waistband of his excruciatingly tight pants. The hairs leading down from his navel were soft. "Have you come up with your own magic word?" she wondered. In the back of her mind, Sakura questioned where this part of her had come from. The front of her mind, however, was preoccupied with watching the emotions play out on Sasuke's normally stoic face. Relief, anger, pleasure... They were all written clear as day across his brow; it was interesting to read them. Sakura had always been good at reading his non-expressions, but these faces he made... They were beautiful. "I'll be nice because the magic word is my name, but only for today," she said, grinning slightly. She ignored the fact that today was going to be the last time. The last fucking time, she promised herself.

Sakura tugged on the waistband of his pants. Sasuke lifted his pants to help her. The painful constriction of his pants left and Sasuke let out something akin to a sigh. Sakura stared at the muscle she'd just released, watched the veins throb. She licked her lips, reaching out to palm the silky skin that covered his dick. Sasuke bit his lip when Sakura wrapped her fist around the base, sucked in a breath through his teeth when her warm, wet mouth engulfed just the tip, nibbling it with her lips. He tasted salty and spicy. The combination made Sakura think of ramen, and she couldn't stop the giggle that vibrated Sasuke's cock in her mouth. She was feeling lightheaded.

She bobbed her head down, tongue flat against the underside. Her fist twisted a bit, making Sasuke almost yelp. He didn't; instead he sucked in another breath as Sakura bobbed back up and nibbled on the head again. She turned her attention to the head, pink and throbbing, sucking on it like a lollipop. Her fist ran up and down, tightening with each round she did, twisting at the base. Sasuke held his breath to keep his grunts inside himself.

Sakura studied his face. Sasuke's dark eyebrows were knotted together as if in thought, his forehead was sweating like a madman, and he'd sucked a lip into his mouth. He was turning red. Sakura tongued the slit of his dick, were pre-cum was dripping from it like a lazy river. "Don't forget to breathe," she said against his penis, lips brushing ever so slightly against the sensitive skin of his head. She went down again, this time swallowing the entire organ, her hand dropping to caress his balls.

Her eyes never left his face and suddenly Sakura had a name for the expression playing on Sasuke's face: Vulnerability. It was such a foreign concept, the idea of Sasuke being vulnerable. Yet it was written on his face just as clearly as the pleasure was. Sakura realized that she was the first sexual encounter he'd had in over a month. The poor boy was begging for it. He wanted this, probably more than he had in a long, long while. And she was the only one who could give him that, his release. She could use this. The idea brought with it an addicting power.

Sakura knew he was close. His breathing became jagged and his struggles against the chains holding him in place became more desperate. He was dying to hold her in place and never let her go, never lose the warm wetness of her mouth engulfing his dick. Never let go of the image of a pink head and green eyes knelt between his legs. That was why Sakura stopped. She looked at Sasuke with guiltless verdigris eyes, white pre-cum mixing with the clearness of her saliva. Her fingers never stopped playing with his balls, but the loss of her mouth was sorely mourned. "Where are they, Sasuke?" she asked, her rosy pink tongue darting out from her mouth to lick up his pre-cum. Oh the sight was mind-boggling.

"Sakura," Sasuke hissed. It sounded like a curse and a prayer, all in one. Kami, why did she have to stop when he was so damn close? So close it was almost painful, and her hand toying with his ball-sac didn't make anything any better.

Sakura bobbed down, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the slit that was oozing pre-cum. "Well?"

"Why are you doing this now?" he begged. It was almost more than he could do to form a coherent thought that didn't consist of swearwords and death threats.

Sakura squeezed his balls together, licking her lips, and the sight was almost enough to make him cum. Almost was a horrible word. Oh kami. "Because in case you forgot, we're supposed to be torturing you," she said with a smile. Mother fucker, she was doing a damn good job. Sasuke wondered where that pink-cheeked girl with the shy eyes had gone, because she wasn't kneeling in front of him, that was for sure.

"Sakura." What was that goddamn magic word, quote unquote? "Please."

The world fell apart. Somewhere in a world far beyond theirs, bombs were dropped, Jesus made out with the devil, and people divided by zero. In their world, however, Sakura smiled. She laughed, light and tinkling, because she had the power now. This was a new situation in which everything depended on her and what she wanted. This, in a way, was payback. Sakura knelt back on her knees and wrapped her hands around Sasuke's neck, pressing her lips to his, making damn sure he tasted his salty pre-cum on her tongue.

When she pulled away, smiling in a way that made Sasuke think of a lioness, Sakura whispered, "Maybe if you're a good boy, I'll help you."

It wasn't loyalty that kept his mouth shut, that was for sure. It was pure and utter stubbornness.

I told you there was smut. R&R