Reader's Discretion is Advised. Mature Content and Twisted Thoughts/Musings. Consider yourself thoroughly warned.
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"A trap is only a trap if you don't know about it. If you know about it, it's a challenge."
— China Miéville
"After you," Sasuke said with a polite nod, holding the door open for her.
Stepping past him, Tenten went straight into the room. It was dark. The still air was heavy with the fragrance of patchouli. She halted, afraid of blindly stumbling into any furniture. He strode straight past her and, one by one, opened all the pairs of tall shutters at the far side of the room.
Watery moonlight streamed in and, despite all the other wonders she had seen on her travels with Itachi, Tenten gasped. For a few seconds, all she could do was walk around in a small circle, gazing at the high, graceful beauty of the bedroom.
"Your house is impressive," she breathed, lost in wonder. The entire ceiling was decorated with exquisitely painted gods and goddesses billowing across blue and silver clouds. Every surface was transformed into heaven.
Like my name, Tenten thought idly.
All the carpeting were in shades of blue and silver as well. His favourite colour and hers—well, she liked silver bullets.
The softly upholstered chairs picked up these colours and everything was reflected in the highly polished sheen of ancient oak furniture. At the very heart of the room stood an enormous bed draped in cobalt. It was all very breathtaking, like the man himself.
While he and Itachi's taste obviously differed, they both seemed to share a similar fondness of posh decor. It must be their upbringing, she reasoned. At one point the Uchihas had been one of Konohagakure's wealthiest families. That was, until they were all butchered one night. She didn't know the details, just that Sasuke was deemed the lone survivor.
But what about Itachi? Surely the whole Fire Country knew that he was alive. So why was Sasuke still being referred to as the lone survivor from the massacre? Was Itachi's life not taken into account as well? It baffled her.
Tenten heard a popping sound and turned to see Sasuke pouring champagne. He filled up two flutes from the sideboard and strolled towards her.
There was something very controlled about the way he was walking towards her. For a second she thought of a wildlife film, with a panther approaching the camera. It got closer, and closer—and then the footage cut out, as though the cameraman had retreated in panic.
But Tenten need not retreat. It wasn't the Uchiha who was the hunter here. It was her.
He lifted his glass when she accepted hers. "Cheers."
His voice was bland, but his eyes—she felt her throat tighten—were watching her with an expression that was anything but.
Nerves started to jitter inside her. She took a mouthful of champagne to steady them.
Had she really done it? Got him interested in her? It was hard to believe when she hadn't made her move yet.
The bubbles beaded in her mouth and she swallowed hastily. She could feel the alcohol giving her a jolt. Uneasily, she wondered how much she had drunk all evening. She wasn't a heavy drinker but even small amounts could add up.
Fuck it, Tenten decided. She would need the alcohol boost to get her through tonight—through the week.
This was for Itachi, she reminded herself with a determined breath that lifted her breasts. She didn't need to question morality or why she was even here. A job was a job. Her mission was simple; blow Sasuke's brains out with whichever part of her body she saw fit, and then follow suit with a weapon of her choice from her arsenal.
And she was really looking forward to the latter. Itachi had gifted her a shiny new toy for her birthday and she was dying to test it out.
"Mr. Uchiha—"
His low-pitched, voice interrupted her as he corrected. "Sasuke."
Tenten pressed her lips together. He was being too much of gentleman for it to be sincere. His files had described him as anything but. This man had puppies terminated for merely peeing on his lawn.
"Sasuke," she forced herself to say his name. It came out like a soft, sultry husk.
"Tenten," he replied. The way he said her name was much more evocative than any way she had ever heard it pronounced before.
Many would argue that it was unwise to have disclosed her real name but it was too cliché to fake an alias. Tenten liked it when the last word her victims breathe before the end, was her name.
Sasuke took a mouthful of his own champagne. "Heaven," he mused, smirking.
He did have the most incredibly sensual mouth. For a moment she felt her gaze hang, unable to pull it away. Perhaps his mouth was even more sinuous than his brother's, some dark part of her taunted.
Tenten felt her body tense at the thought. With sheer effort of will she pulled her gaze away.
She felt that devastating weakness go through her whenever their eyes met. Felt that tightness in her breath, that quickening of her heart-rate. And she mustn't feel that. She just mustn't—not with anyone who wasn't Itachi.
And especially not with his brother.
Not with the target.
After a long while of glaring at nothing in particular her eyes snapped back to Sasuke. He had discarded his tuxedo jacket, his dress tie was unfastened, as was the top button of his shirt, and he was slipping the gold links from his cuffs.
She just stood there—watching him—feeling as if she were moving through a dream.
Then he was strolling towards her like that panther she had likened him to earlier. Only this time its leash had slipped.
Her heart hammered in great, pounding thuds. It was his eyes. She could see it in his eyes. See the gold flecks deep within. See the intent in them. It was the kind of intent that would make completing half her job so much easier, but it would complicate the other half. Make it near impossible.
He stopped in front of her. She could feel his presence, invading hers. He was looking down at her, out of those obsidian night-dark eyes—like Itachi's. She couldn't move—could only gaze, helpless, up at him.
All she could do was remember Itachi rising over her, his expression savage, dark, as he took possession of her. She had felt her body's hungry desire for his touch in places where she had never known such need before. Remnants of that hungry need still assailed her and for an instant, she felt herself spasm in need at the thought of Sasuke pressing inside her.
Dear God, she thought. What was wrong with her?
It was as if she had no power or control over herself any more.
The alcohol was setting in. Her body swayed—swayed towards him. She felt her hand reached out for support. For something to steady herself with.
Sasuke caught it. A swift, sudden movement that stilled her. His fingers closed around her wrist and he pulled her towards him with slow, inexorable strength. "You're the heaven that brings hell's heat," a tinge of irony coloured his voice.
An irony that seemed far too familiar to him, given that they've only just met.
He took away her champagne glass and set it aside—just like Itachi had, that night.
She blinked, "Huh?"
His pupils were like pinpricks, flared with gold. "Indulge me," he prompted softly.
Then, he slowly, very slowly, slid one long finger underneath the thin strap over her shoulder and gradually, little by little, drew it down over her arm.
Something flared in his eyes—something that was instantly, ruthlessly leashed. "Isn't that why you're here?" he asked, his voice soft and low, suspicious even.
His hand went to the other strap. Drawing it down her shoulder, slowly peeling down the bodice of her dress.
And still she didn't move. Not a muscle.
Itachi's image filled her vision, but she stood while Uchiha Sasuke bared her breasts, for his own delectation. He was unknowingly making the task at hand easier.
For one long, endless moment he just stood there, looking at her. Ridiculously she felt beautiful and desired. Itachi had never made her feel that way before. He had only ever made her feel sexual frustration and a terrible sense of inadequacy.
Tenten lowered her head and watched as Sasuke's hands cupped her breasts, caressed them, his fingers stroking across her nipples. Biting her lip, she fought to hold back the whimpers of pleasure that fell from her lips, and failed. It didn't matter, she thought. The more convincing her little charade was, the easier it would be to blindsight the young Uchiha.
His hands slid from her breasts to slide the zipper of the top half of her dress down. The bottom half of it followed soon after, pooling at her feet.
"Ita—oh God," she gasped when he pushed his hand inside the silk panties.
His haste shocked her. Itachi had been slow and deliberate when he undressed her.
Still, she felt feel evidence of her arousal coating Sasuke's fingers as the swollen folds of her core parted beneath his fingers. The sensations were exquisite, heated and rife with such longing that she wanted to beg.
Wanted to beg in the way she imagined he would beg for his life when she was through with him.
"Is that Jasmine you're wearing?" His breathing was heavy at her ear. A groan tore from his chest as his fingers met the swollen bud. A groan that mingled with her whimper of need.
Her lips parted, her eyes closing as she tried to force herself to move away from him. She needed to take control of the situation. He was seducing her and that was not how it should be.
His fingers moved again. They curled, two pressed together, and a heartbeat later they were thrusting inside her.
The pleasure was so extreme, so intense, a cry tore from her lips.
"Yes," Tenten swallowed tightly as his fingers continued to ease through the lush collection of heat between her thighs. She clamped them on his hand, her entire body tightening as ecstasy raced through her body over and over again. She didn't want it to stop. She wanted to feel this forever. She wanted to lock the sensations inside her and never let them go. "It's Jasmine."
Itachi had told her that particular scent drove Sasuke crazy—
The young Uchiha's head lowered, but he didn't kiss her lips. Not yet. Instead, his lips touched the skin just below her ear, where sensations were magnified, where heat built and spread along her nerve endings like wildfire.
—what he hadn't told her was how destructive foreplay was.
Sasuke's lips were warm velvet. His tongue, with its slight rasp was heated roughness against her skin. It had her knees weakening, and the hunger to feel more, to feel all of him, nearly overwhelmed her.
She went to his bed without a word. Only soft, aching moans that he stopped with his mouth. His lips covered hers, his tongue plunging deep. It swept into her mouth, a cooling relief against the fiery ache of hers. The force of it was almost violent.
Completely different from the way Itachi had kissed her—feather-like strokes of his tongue, as if he had been afraid he'd frighten her.
Sasuke on the other hand went in and claimed like a barbarian who had just discovered treasure on the enemy's territory. And that he had, Tenten thought in a moment of arrogance.
"I like Jasmine," he confided in a strange voice.
His lips and tongue drove her insane with a ravenous carnality that slammed into her body.
Lifting her hands, she pressed her fingers to his hard, heated abdomen, feeling it flex beneath her fingers as her own stomach clenched in hunger. She loved how readily he responded to her touch. He made no bones about it. She gave him pleasure just as well as he gave her. It felt like a novelty.
Sex with Itachi had felt so academic—with a teacher and a pupil. The transfer of knowledge from one person to the next with no apparent mutually sexual benefit.
But this was different.
Although they weren't well acquainted, Tenten fancied herself and Sasuke to be equals. Regardless of their clear difference in experience. She only hoped it wasn't showing.
When his mouth left hers to close over her straining, aching nipples, she cried out. And she kept at it as he trailed his lips along the taut contours of her belly then through the centre of her being.
Friction. Just the smallest bite of sandpapery roughness and it nearly sent her over the edge before his head lifted again.
"You taste like heaven," his voice rasped over her senses.
Reality fled. It was somewhere else. On another planet perhaps. Had it been on earth she might've been embarrassed or ashamed.
Lowering his head again, Tenten felt his lips plant an intimate kiss on the inside of her thighs. The kiss of death. Though the mission was progressing as it should, she knew she was failing—miserably.
Her rein on control had long since been handed over to Sasuke.
He sucked the sensitive bud just past his lips, flicked it with his tongue before releasing it. Soft, sucking kisses moved lower. His tongue emerged to tempt and tease, to taste with every little thrust into the folds of saturated flesh.
Tenten whimpered.
How could the human body feel so much? How could the sense of touch be so exquisite?
She couldn't believe the complete abandon in his expression, his pleasure as he ate her with decadent hunger. Looking down between her thighs, pleasure raced through her at the sight of his dark head. It tingled up her spine, through her nerve endings, sped through her bloodstream until every cell of her body felt flushed with it.
It was too much. She arched and fought to get closer, her hands gripping her knees as he pushed her legs farther apart and began to devour her with an intensity that hinted at his own desperation. It threw her over the edge.
It was an edge of complete release.
She was shaking, shuddering, aching and reaching for him. She watched as he rose to his feet, his hands gripping her shoulders.
He had his taste of her, devoured her until he destroyed her mind.
It was her turn. Itachi had told her to expect this.
Suddenly the heavy length of Sasuke was before her. With a tortured cry she leaned forward and let her tongue swipe over the head as he tried to pull her to her feet.
He seemed to freeze, as though that lightest touch held him suspended, locked him into place.
He tasted wild, like his kisses.
Tenten wrapped her hand as far around the base of him as her fingers would allow. There was still an impressive amount of flesh left uncircled. He was well endowed.
It must run in the family, she brooded sickly.
She licked him again, slow, her tongue curling around the thickly flared tip of pulsing flesh.
He growled at her. The sound rumbled from deep within his throat as his teeth clenched. His hips jerked, his chest rose and fell harshly as she slowly, so slowly allowed the hard length to sink into her mouth.
"Fuck," His voice was rough, his hips moving with short, controlled thrusts against her lips.
He filled her mouth, stretching her lips over it, pulsing against her tongue. She didn't have any practice at it but from the way he bared his teeth in a grimace of raw pleasure, she hadn't needed any.
When his body finally pressed her down against the mattress she felt its strength, its power. Her hands reveled in the taut, sculpted muscles of his back, his shoulders. Her thighs strained against the sinewy cords of his.
Against her belly she felt the long, hard shaft of his manhood.
She could end his life right here and now, Tenten thought as she writhed against him. In less than five seconds she could snap his neck and in another five she could be gone. Then there was always the option of using the poisoned hairpin still holding her hair together. And if she really wanted to get violent she could reach her hands around his neck and choke the living shit out of him. He was big but she was certain she could take him.
In more ways that one—if a pun had been intended.
It would be easy. A good clean kill. At no expense to her. Or her body.
But it wasn't to be, because it wasn't Itachi's wish.
Sasuke's tongue laved the swollen, aching peak of her nipple, sending flames shooting through her breast, making her fingers claw over his shoulders. From her throat tore soft, aching moans she could not suppress.
She writhed against him again. The hunger for his body mounted as the one for his death dissipated.
It didn't make sense. She wasn't supposed to like or even enjoy this. This was a job.
Work is supposed to be fun, a voice echoed from somewhere inside her head.
"For tonight. Just this one night, I'm not taking." His voice was consumed with lust—with a promise and a threat.
A threat that was both sensual and lethal in nature. 'Taking' it would seem, held double connotations.
Mission accomplished. Sasuke was already considering seeing her again. The fool—weak to the flesh. He walked right into her trap and she hadn't so much as lifted a finger.
Tenten smirked, she is was the one who wasn't taking—taking his life—tonight.
"I'm giving. Watch me give," he panted roughly.
Her eyes dropped to her splayed thighs and widened as the head of him parted the slick lips of her.
"Oh God." She tilted her hips, opening herself further and watched as he sank into the blistering depths of her.
The torment was exquisite.
"Look how pretty." His thumbs parted the pink folds until she could feel the head of his erection piercing her.
Slow and deliberate descent, and completely unlike his brother.
Itachi had not been as controlled or as gentle as his kisses. The elder Uchiha had been rough. He took her in a series of deep, hard strokes that caused her pleasured pain. He had felt like a column of solid fire inside her that burnt through every last shred of innocence she possessed.
His hands, they had gripped her hips, almost bruising in their strength as he fucked her so hard and fast she swore he would batter his way into her womb.
He was like a ferocious wolf.
But if Itachi was a sadist where she was concerned, Tenten had been a masochist in her hunger for his dominance.
Interestingly enough, Sasuke was quite the opposite. Quite the cautious pup.
Tenten didn't know why she was holding any of this up for analysis when she would be slitting the brat's throat by the end of the week.
"You're tight," his eyes were glittering, his face sweat-dampened, his thick lashes in damp spikes as he glanced at her. "Delectably so. I don't suppose you make a habit out of doing this?"
Of course not, the Akatsuki wasn't running a brothel.
"Please," she was almost crying with the need. "Ita—God. Sasuke."
She was panting as he moved slowly, making her feel each inch of her tissues parting around the broad head of him. He was killing her. Stretching her by slow degrees, making her inner walls spasm and flex in rapturous greed as he worked himself deeper. Slowly.
"Tenten," he crooned, suddenly sliding into her to the hilt.
She bucked against him, strangling for breath as her body fought to adjust around him.
Gasping, Tenten stared up at the devilish intent on his handsome face, at the powerful line of his shoulders looming over her. He felt so massive inside her. So good.
She shouldn't be doing this. Shouldn't be enjoying it. It downgraded her as a woman and downplayed her as a professional.
But his eyes were so dark, so endlessly seductive. She closed her own, trying to concentrate on the sensation, trying to forget what she was doing and who she was doing it with. She wanted him to take her violently though, to slam his flesh as hard and deep inside her as possible. Like Itachi had.
But Sasuke wasn't Itachi and she was okay with that.
Indulge him, he had said.
It was he who was indulging her, Tenten thought wryly.
This way she got to be with Itachi in her head while a face quite similar to his, and the willing body of his younger brother sent her flying through ecstasy.
It really was like playing with your food before you ate it. And she was working up quite an appetite.
An appetite for the kill.
A/N: Have no fear, it doesn't get any more disturbing than Tenten's fucked up comparing/contrasting of Itachi and Sasuke ;) My baby is a mess, isn't she? *wipes teary eyes* Call me twisted but I was fucking dying with laughter the entire time I was writing this shit and I don't suppose it's something to laugh about (o.O)
I know I said updates would be on Sundays but my weekends are unpredictable so here's another Friday update *cheers* Thanks for reading. Reviews are always appreciated :)