A/N: Lemon warning. It's gonna be a rough ride. Pretty descriptive stuff. You've been warned.

Chapter Eight

How To Drown
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I want you to know that it's our time,
You and me bleed the same light.

I want you to know that I'm all yours,
You and me run the same course.

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Somewhere near a tiny village on the outskirts of Fire Country, three shinobi and one ninken sped through the trees at top speed. A flock of birds, riled at the disturbance, flew up in offense.

"Anything yet?" One of them shouted over the wind, worry piercing through his voice.

Hatake Kakashi came to a stop on a lone branch, raising one hand to indicate that the others to do the same, before speaking to the ninken at his feet.

"Pakkun?"

The little dog in question let out a slightly frustrated huff and Kakashi had all of the information he needed. He had to actively stop his shoulders from slumping.

Another dead end. 'Damnit.'

Somewhere a few kilometers back, Pakkun had caught just the faintest trace of scent, and they had chased it until it had abruptly stopped. It was the same as the last time, on the opposite side of the country.

Kakashi had had his suspicions the first time that this had been done deliberately, clearly to keep them running around in circles. This only confirmed it.

Someone was toying with them.

He looked back at the blond man behind him, and not for the first time, noticed just how tired Naruto looked. There was no trace of the chipper attitude the kyuubi container normally held, and just the slightest of worry lines could be seen forming on either side of his nose. Heavy purple discoloration had settled under his blue eyes, an indication that he hadn't been sleeping well at all. The Copy-nin could understand that all too well; neither had he.

"It's just like last time, Kakashi. Her scent just stops." The ninken gruffed, taking a moment to scratch his ear. Kakashi folded his arms. Even unshakable little Pakkun seemed on edge. He had to repress a small smile at that. It wasn't all that surprising; Sakura was probably one of the dog's favorite humans.

"Yeah, I noticed that."

Naruto let out a frustrated growl and threw his fist into a tree, visibly startling the young, raven haired woman beside him.

"This doesn't make any damn sense! How could it just disappear?" The boy's hand fell limply and he looked like he was on the verge of tears, "It just makes no sense..."

"Clearly, someone is trying to throw us off of the trail, Naruto. There's no other explanation." Tenzou said, before coming up to rest at Kakashi's side, "Seems like whoever it was, they went through a lot of trouble to make sure Sakura couldn't be found."

"Yeah," The silver haired man agreed, "The only thing I can't figure out is why. Hinata?"

The woman straightened out, dropping her hand from where it had come to rest on Naruto's arm, in attempt to calm him.

"Hai, K-Kakashi-sensei?"

"Can you sense anything unusual?"

Hinata's hands tangled in front of her, "N-no sensei, I can't detect any chakra s-signatures or even any traces of chakra in the a-area." Naruto's shoulders slumped and Hinata's heart broke just a little more for the man she loved. She wanted to say something, anything that might ease his worry but she just didn't know what she could say.

A huge, white bird came to settle on the tree branch next to them, it's handler perched on it's back. He hopped off and raced toward the two men in front of him.

"Any luck, Sai?" Kakashi said to the dark haired man as he approached. Sai reached for his pouch, removing something and holding it out.

Naruto ran forward, recognizing the object instantly. A delicate silver chain, little clumps of dirt settled into it's grooves, dangled on Sai's finger. Three charms adorned the chain; a little silver kunai, a tiny motif of Konoha's symbol and lastly, a pink, enamel cherry blossom.

The blonde man snatched it out of Sai's hand and held it in his own reverently.

"This- this is Sakura's anklet." He breathed. He would know it anywhere. The very same one he had given her for her 16th birthday. A tiny smile fought with the fresh tears welling up in his eyes as he recalled the night he had given it to her:

Ino had thrown Sakura a party, a huge bash, to celebrate her birthday. The rosette kunoichi had been withdrawn the entire evening and Naruto had known why immediately.

They had failed, yet again, to bring Sasuke back.

Silently, she escaped the party and he found her at the memorial stone. No tears shone in her eyes, but he could see the agony written fiercely in them. He approached quietly, and sat down in the grass next to her. Several moments passed before she spoke and if he had been a lesser shinobi, he might have missed the pain in her words.

"He's never coming back... is he?"

Naruto had been struck with a fury that he had never felt before. How dare that bastard do this to Sakura! Had he ever stopped for a moment to think about the profound consequences that his actions had caused? Did he even care?

Naruto, pushing down his own pain once more, smiled brightly and slung an arm around his distraught teammate.

"Don't you worry, Sakura-chan. I promise, I'll get Sasuke back, even if I have to drag the bastard back to the village kicking and screaming. He's coming back. I swear."

Sakura's arm came around him then, squeezing him tightly into her side. Naruto felt his breath catch in his chest. His heart tightened around itself. This girl that he loved so much, cared for so deeply, had gone through more than she'd ever deserved. He knew that he'd do anything if it meant she'd never have to spend another second sad again. He do it all for her, even if it killed him.

"I know you will." She sniffled and leaned into him, "Thank you, Naruto."

They had sat near the stone for hours after, laughing and reminiscing through stories of the past - of Team 7, before they'd been broken. And as the sun began to break over the horizon, he'd given her the anklet, his birthday gift to her. She took it happily, exclaiming that it was beautiful, that she'd never take it off. And when she'd hugged him tightly, he made a silent promise that as long as he had breath in his body, he would keep her safe, no matter what.

He had sworn that he would protect her at all costs, but he had failed. Sakura had been missing for a month, and every second that passed was one more second that she slipped through his fingers further.

'First Sasuke... and now Sakura-chan too...' Damn, couldn't he do anything right?

He clenched the tiny chain in his hand fiercely. No. He wasn't going to ever give up. That was his Ninja Way, damnit! He'd find Sakura and then he'd bring her back and together they would find Sasuke and everything would be okay again and-

His thoughts stopped suddenly, as a strange discoloration on the chain caught his attention. It was dry now, but there was no mistaking it, the slightly coppery smell that drifted up to his nose. He jumped into action.

"Pakkun, can you pick up anything off of this?" He knelt down and held the chain for the ninken to sniff. It took him several moments but eventually Pakkun's head lifted and he looked at Naruto.

"I can detect Sakura's scent on it. And... there's some blood here but-" He sniffed at it again, deeper, "It's not hers."

Kakashi tensed visibly as he and Tenzou looked to the dog at their feet, "Are you absolutely sure, Pakkun?"

"I'm sure, Boss. It's definitely not hers. And... " Pakkun trailed off once more, to sniff at the chain again before continuing, "There's something strange about it. It's been tainted."

"Tainted? What do you mean?" Naruto rasped, "Like it's not human or what?"

"No, it's human blood but there's something else. Couldn't tell ya what it is, though. It's just... off."

Naruto stood up straight, looking over to Kakashi anxiously. He wasn't sure what Pakkun meant by that, but if the blood didn't belong to Sakura, surely it belonged to whoever had taken her, right?

Tenzou was the first to speak, breaking the tense silence.

"Well, Kakashi, what do you want to do?"

The white-haired man didn't miss a beat, knowing that the longer they waited to act, the longer Sakura was in danger. He'd been relieved to hear that the blood didn't belong to Sakura - Pakkun's nose was never wrong - but they needed to go back now. At least now, they had some sort of a lead. He pulled out a small scroll from his pouch, and laid it down on the branch.

"Naruto, put it on the scroll. We need to get it back to Tsunade for analysis."

The blond man in question seemed hesitant to hand it over. It was their only active link to Sakura. They wanted him to part with it? How could he? It was all he had...

Naruto didn't move and Tenzou's hand settled on the younger man's shoulder, his voice reassuring as he spoke.

"Look, I know you want to hang on to it and I get it, I do. But we need to seal it to get it back to Konoha safely. If there are any clues on it, the Hokage will be able to find them."

Naruto sighed. He knew Tenzou was right. With a shaky hand, he placed the chain on the scroll. With a few hand signs, Kakashi sealed it inside and affixed it to Pakkun's collar.

"Alright Pakkun, head on back to the village. Get this to Tsunade immediately, let her know that there's an unidentified blood sample and to run a test on it right away. You can get back faster than us, but let her know we're heading back now."

"You got it, Boss." The ninken nodded and with a cloud of smoke, was gone. Kakashi stood, and addressed the others.

"Let's go, everyone." The shinobi in question all nodded before bounding back through the trees, back toward Konoha.

...

"What the fuck - for the love of all that is holy - are those?"

Sakura felt, not for the first time that day, her irritation climbing to impossible levels. Wiping her hands on the towel she had slung over her shoulder she turned to face the offensive man who stood in the doorway. His nose was scrunched up, his finger pointed toward the basket on the counter, a look of disgust on his face.

"Those," She started, willing away the desire to punch Hidan in the face, "Are soldier pills. I thought I'd whip up a batch for you guys."

"Well, they smell fucking awful. What did you do? Rub 'em on Shark-face's balls first?" Hidan laughed loudly as if it were the funniest thing he'd ever heard. Sakura rolled her eyes but allowed herself just the tiniest amused smirk when Kisame's gruff voice rang out from the living room.

"Go fuck yourself, Zombie-boy."

"Won't have to if Sakura-chan fucks me first!" The white-haired Jashinist sing-songed loudly before reaching out to grab the rosette's hips. She swatted at him with the towel. He met her with what might have been a charming smile, but she knew better. There was nothing charming about him.

Hidan blew on her ear teasingly as he came up to rest against the counter. She was no stranger to these little acts of flirtation from Hidan, and though she figured they were mostly harmless, they had been increasing with some frequency over the past couple of weeks. She hadn't had to do anything drastic yet, but she definitely didn't want to give him the wrong impression.

"Not even if we were the last people on Earth. And if you want to keep your hands intact, Hidan, I suggest you keep them to yourself. It'd be really difficult for Kakuzu-san to stitch them back if they've been dissolved in acid." Sakura smiled sweetly. Hidan looked slightly more pale than normal but returned the gesture with a snarky smile before he pushed himself off the counter.

"You're a real psycho bitch, pinky, you know that?" He made his way over towards the basket, pulling one of the brown balls out to inspect it before putting it back and continuing, "That's probably why Fish-dick wants to spear you himself. Can't say I blame him though."

Sakura felt the blood rush to her face; and then there was that. She didn't know when it had become obvious, and no one else had said anything yet, but it had been evident that something was going on with the Mist-nin in question. Even she couldn't miss the weird way that he always was around her when he was in the base. Usually, he stuck to another room, keeping himself busy with some innocuous activity, but he seemed to be always hovering nearby. He spoke very little to her still, and especially so after the little 'incident' in the garden the week before, but he seemed much less hostile towards her. It was almost as if he were watching her, though something in her head whispered it was just a bit more than that.

A chuckle brought her back to the kitchen and she could see Hidan eyeing her with the most amused look on his face. She frowned, furiously scrubbing the dish she'd been washing with more fervor. Asshole.

'Don't hit him. Don't hit him. Don't hit him.'

Luckily for Hidan and his currently intact jaw, a new chakra presence flowed through the room, and Sakura almost let out a sigh of relief.

'My hero.'

"Hidan quit being an ass and come on. We have a mission." Kakuzu's voice came before he did, but soon enough he'd come to stand in front of the soldier pills. He picked one up to inspect it, said nothing and put it back, greeting her, "Sakura-san."

"Alright, I'm coming. Don't get your strands in a fuckin' bunch," Hidan fell into step beside his partner, giving Sakura a lecherous wink as they moved towards the door, "Bye Sakura-chaaaan."

"Hey wait, at least take some with you!" She yelled after them. She had spent a long time and considerable amount of effort making those things and she'd be damned if at least one of these bastards didn't at least try them. Kakuzu stopped and looked at the basket warily.

"Are they... free?"

With more willpower than she'd ever thought possible, she managed to not pummel her fist through the sink.

"Yes, Kakuzu-san," She ground out through her teeth, "They are free."

The Taki-nin seemed pleased with this and scooped up a handful, stuffing them into his cloak quickly, as if Sakura would change her mind suddenly. A vein throbbed in her forehead painfully as she watched the two men leave, though she was unable to hide the stupid chuckle that rose in her throat. The surreality of her situation was something she'd probably never be able to fully grasp, though she couldn't say with certainty that it wasn't oddly normalizing as more time went on.

It wasn't her home, it wasn't Konoha, but with every day that passed, she couldn't help but feel more at home here. This motley crew of rogue shinobi, with all of their quirks and personalities, had somehow managed to wiggle their way into her heart, despite her best efforts to avoid it.

Such thoughts and feelings were traitorous no doubt but seemed unavoidable regardless. From patching up Deidara's self-inflicted injuries and their shared love of everything fried - to the long chats she'd had with Kakuzu about finances and, oddly enough, trivia games, and even Hidan's stupid flirtatious antics and constant teasing, she couldn't deny that a small part of her had become fond of them. She'd even bonded with Konan on the rare occasions she was away from her post with Pein. The stoic kunoichi had sought her out a few times to get her opinion on some diplomatic ideas she'd wanted to bring to the Akatsuki leader and had even taught Sakura how to do origami.

And then, there was Kisame...

Finished with the dishes now, she put the last plate on the drying rack, before moving towards the doorway that served as a barrier between the kitchen and the common area. Her arms crossed over her chest as she leaned against the wood, eyes coming to rest on the man settled in the armchair in the corner.

She'd been upset the night he'd left her on that bench - strangely reminiscent of another time that had happened, she'd thought only just bitterly - but she couldn't find it in her to be upset at him. She could understand how he must have felt, she supposed. There had definitely been something there, and there was no denying that anymore. And if he felt even a fraction of the same tenseness she'd been feeling about it, well of course he'd act like that. Neither of them knew how to act and she wondered if they ever would.

If he'd noticed her there, watching him, he gave no indication. His body was strangely relaxed, Samehada settled between his legs, one steadying hand on the sword's hilt, and the other working a rag through its scales with skilled fingers. His face - rugged and exotic and strangely handsome, she thought distantly - held a captivated look as he worked with precision and care to clean the sword. She couldn't help the genuine smile that settled on her lips as he 'tsk'd' and flicked something off of the sword with slight irritation. And she stood no chance against the clenching in her belly - warm and intense and so good - at the way his muscles tensed as he worked, his darkened eyes heavy with concentration.

The thrumming she had felt during their almost-kiss was returning now with great intensity as she watched him, coming to pulse near her core almost painfully. That intoxicating scent of sea and ozone and nothing less than pure male - his scent, her brain whispered heatedly - found her nose even across the distance and she found her thighs clenching against her will. A wave of desire, sudden and intense and incapacitating, crashed over her and she found herself lost in it. A dampness she could only guess at through her haze was beginning to make its way down her thigh and her teeth found her lip, biting down hard enough to draw blood. She found she couldn't bring her legs to stop clenching enough to actually move, get somewhere safe. For a second she felt a strange fear grip her, and wondered if she was stuck in some weird genjutsu, but - why, oh why, couldn't she move? - it was lost almost immediately to the hot pulsing between her legs. This was no genjutsu. She realized, distantly, that she didn't want to move.

No, she knew exactly what she wanted.

Her body - her entire being - craved him in a way that she knew she'd never experienced before. She could understand being turned on, being aroused. Hell, she was no stranger to those feelings, but this, this all-encompassing desire to lie down, expose herself and just let him take her, this was so different. She couldn't fight it, she didn't even want to.

Suddenly, something in the air shifted again and she knew, without looking, that he was watching her now as her body kept her pinned to the doorway. His chakra - just moments before, like a lapping tide - now whipped around the entire area like a whirlpool, and it threatened to suck her under. Another wave of sensation spread down from her throat, tingling over her breasts, forcing her to arch her back in a silent call as if to present herself to him. She could hear his long strides, now full of purpose, lead him closer to her and a strange sound fell from her lips. Her eyes fell shut, not in defiance or defeat, but just to allow her to brace herself against another onslaught and she could feel him now.

He was so close, his mere presence spreading through her veins like ink bleeding through paper. Her eyes fluttered open, her pupils dilated and hazed over in her lust. She heard his breath, so far away and yet so close - dangerously close - hitch just the slightest. His name bubbled in her throat but she couldn't form it in her mouth. She knew now, with no question, that the game they had been playing had risen to a dangerous degree.

It was such a shame that she didn't even care anymore if she lost.

...

Kisame stilled his hand against Samehada, listening intently for the sound of running water in the other room before continuing. Sakura had gone back to her dishwashing.

He wasn't sure if she was aware of his inclination to be close to her, but the way things had been progressing couldn't promise that she wouldn't be before too long. He knew that he'd basically been stalking her through the base lately. He had reasoned with himself, for longer than he'd care to admit, that it was because she was up to something, or that she was somehow a threat.

Both of these conclusions were absolute bullshit and he knew it.

So he gave up on arguing with himself. Something drew him to her with no apparent rhyme or reason, and he couldn't keep resisting much longer. Tension tightly coiled around them in any space they shared. Even Deidara had noticed it and he was an idiot.

So if it was that obvious...

Kisame forced his focus back to cleaning the sword between his legs, taking great care to get those hard-to-reach areas. Briefly, he registered that the faucet had shut off, but he kept his eyes on Samehada. It wouldn't do to let his poor sword's hygiene fall to the wayside because he was so distracted.

Finally, he fell back into his rhythm, dislodging random bits of flesh and bone from the scales and cleaning dried blood as he went. The base was silent in a way it hadn't been in many weeks. Deidara, Hidan, and Kakuzu were all out on their own missions.

'Finally.'

Soon, he had finished and had begun to wrap Samehada when a new scent caught in his nose. His hand stilled once more, arms and back tensing involuntarily. It was tangy and sweet and just noticeable; his fingers gripped the bandages tightly.

It was then that he noticed her, standing just within the doorway, pressed against the frame. She was watching him, he could feel those vexing green eyes of hers roving over him. He didn't even have to look to know. He fought down a shiver; it had been many, many years since he had felt anything like that. Something seemed to be bothering her, but he made no move to let her know he was aware of her scrutiny.

And then he smelled it, coppery and sweeter than before, and so faint. Barely there really, no one else but him would have even noticed.

Blood.

He couldn't help the turn of his head towards her now, as something thrashed wildly somewhere deep inside of his body. Sharp teeth met his tongue with more force than he'd intended and a sensation unfamiliar to him threatened to unravel him as allowed himself to drink her in.

Her body was pressed tightly against the archway now, hips pulled back ever so slightly, chest pushed out. He felt himself stand, mindlessly moving his sword to rest on the wall, eyes narrowing as he slowly went towards her.

He had no explanation for this, had no idea what the hell this was, but he couldn't stop. What was she doing? If he didn't know any better, he'd say she was-

The scent of her arousal hit him full force - oh, gods - and he felt his jaw tense and something coil tight at the very bottom of his abdomen. His head was swimming now, body urging him ever forward - faster now, you're so close. In the dim light of the kitchen behind her, he watched her eyelids drift shut over endless pools of emerald. Time had slowed to a stop around them but he moved closer as her scent - so fucking sweet - her face - so fucking beautiful - her body - so fucking soft - drew him in with no more hesitation.

Never in Kisame's life had he ever felt so powerless.

Her eyes opened then and a moan, more raw and uninhibited than any sound he'd ever heard, escaped her pink lips.

All common sense, every line that he'd toe'd, and any rational thought he'd ever fought with went out the window then as his hands reached her hips.

...

The feel of Kisame's skin on hers momentarily broke Sakura's lust haze and she reached up to grab the back of his neck, pull herself up, and wrap her legs around his waist. Large, strong hands gripped her thighs tightly as his mouth crashed onto hers. He pushed her back into the counter and something behind her fell to the ground and shattered. His hands felt like fire on her tightening thighs and he ground himself against her center, his tongue forcing her mouth open. She couldn't help the tilt of her head to deepen the kiss, fingers coming up to tangle in his hair when she felt his teeth pierce her already sore lower lip.

Desperate for air, but not for him to let her go, she pulled her mouth from his to let out a drowning gasp near his ear. Her other hand dug into his shoulder, fingernails surely breaking the skin there.

Kisame didn't miss a beat, latching onto her exposed throat with fervor, sucking and nibbling the tender flesh before biting down hard. Sakura cried out in equal parts pleasure and pain. He released her throat and crushed his mouth against hers again. He was spiraling, his control was gone, and all that was left was to drown. A very distant memory tried to make its way into his brain, calling out to him that this was very familiar, but he couldn't feel anything but her body, couldn't hear anything but her mewls against his lips.

He pulled her up and settled her on the counter, his fingers digging roughly into her soft thigh while his other hand nestled into her long, cotton candy locks, pulling her head back. He lowered his mouth to her ear.

"You have no fucking idea what you've been putting me through, kunoichi." He growled against her neck. Sakura didn't miss the tremble in his voice and a sound of want bubbled in her throat in response. The knowledge that she'd had such an effect on him had her head reeling. His hand left her thigh to burn a trail up her arm and she could only gasp when he ripped through the shoulder of her top, exposing one of her breasts to the air.

Faster than she could follow, his hot mouth covered her nipple and she let out a shrill moan, both hands fisting into the back of his head. His tongue lapped at her and sucked with such intensity that it was as if he were literally trying to devour her. The hard plane of his stomach was pressed into her burning core and she couldn't stop herself from grinding against him, crying out as pleasure unlike any she'd known was possible tremored through her entire body.

She felt him abandon her now cooling nipple and fought down a whine, but soon his hands came to grab her ass, lifting her off of the counter. Arms tightening around his neck, she pressed her mouth to his hungrily, desperate to taste him again. This time it was her tongue forcing his mouth open, her teeth biting down on his lip. She felt his muscles harden impossibly more as she broke the skin there, a slight coppery tinge delightful on her tongue as she suckled on his lip. A ragged moan was pulled from his throat at the sensation.

Sakura smirked against his mouth; he wasn't the only one who could lay claim here. This behavior was strange and altogether new to her and she felt her composure falling apart more and more until she was certain she was headed toward insanity. Never in her life had she ever experienced the sort of lust she was feeling now. It was pure intoxication.

She felt them moving and she took this moment of distraction to dip her mouth into the curve of his shoulder and with a level of ferocity she'd never thought herself capable of, bore her teeth down into his flesh. He hissed against her ear, fingers clutching painfully into her bottom. She didn't care. He was hers now, just as much as she was his.

The sound of random items falling to the floor was the only warning she got before her back met with something hard. He had laid her down on the table, having used his free arm to clear the space. Her legs were still wound around his hips, but now she could feel his hard length make contact with her soaking apex. She gasped at the sensation, eyes rolling upwards.

Kisame's blood was on fire now, and he wanted nothing more than to free himself from the confines of his extremely tight pants and sink into her as deeply as possible. He was, however, a patient man and would make sure to break her down first. He let his eyes take in the sight of her below him, spread out for him. Her face was now growing pink and she averted her eyes just the slightest under his scrutiny. He smirked.

Just for him, only for him.

A moment passed as Sakura watched him gaze over her and a bubble of panic started to climb into her chest. Had he noticed the bulge in her abdomen? Her shirt was still, mostly, in place, but the way she was laying now had her exposed to him in a way that had momentarily suffocated her lust at the thought of that discussion.

No, she wasn't ready for that yet.

Rather fortunately for her, and whether by some divine intervention or perhaps Kisame's own unquenchable lust, he appeared to not have noticed anything. This fact was cemented when his hand slid up to stroke her through her shorts. All thought of anything else left her head at the sensation and she had to bite her lip to keep a keening sound from escaping her mouth. When had she become so sensitive?

Kisame let a single finger trail upward against the swollen flesh at the apex of Sakura's thighs, the wetness through her shorts a pretty good indicator that she was ready for him. And yet...

His hands traveled up to her waistband and pulled the obstructive article of clothing down her thighs; Sakura lifted her butt to ease the movement. Silent permission that she was now very much his to take as much as he pleased. Her center was now covered only by the sexiest pair of panties he'd ever seen. It wasn't so much the panties themselves but the light pink of the soft material that had darkened considerably at her wetness. Kisame growled.

He wanted to taste her, but his control was slipping with every second she was filling his senses. There'd be time for that later, he'd decided, and slid the undergarment to the side, revealing her sex to him completely.

Sakura had never had anyone look at her like Kisame was looking at her now. It was as if she was the last drink of water in a desert and he was delirious from dehydration. Some part of her mind thought to be just a little ashamed but it was quickly snuffed when he pressed his finger to her cleft. She bit her lip, thighs quivering around his waist and when he trailed it down to stroke her, she arched her back up to encourage him.

When he slid that finger between her folds and into her body, she thought she might die.

Kisame had to reign himself in; the way her walls clenched tightly at his finger had his erection throbbing almost painfully. Still though, as he pushed deeper inside of her, he couldn't stop himself. He wanted to watch, with full attention, as she unraveled beneath him first.

Sakura knew she was making a ridiculous amount of noise but she couldn't help the symphony of moans, broken and keening, that was pulled from her lips by Kisame's ministrations. Soon another finger delved in deep and she felt her thighs tighten around him reflexively. Her body clenched tightly and she knew it wouldn't be long until that almost painful coil in her womb snapped. She panted out through suppressed shudders.

"K-Kisame... I can't... I need... please..." She didn't even recognize her own voice, raspy from overuse, thick with unbearable amounts of desire.

"Tell me what you need, Sakura." He smirked, voice thick with his own desire but teasing. His other hand came to stroke the swollen little nub above her opening and it was her undoing, her entire body convulsing as the first wave of orgasm ripped through her. Kisame didn't let up, stroking her as he continued, "Tell me."

"I... need you to... fuck me!" She cried out. She would have been surprised that such dirty words left her mouth, but the unyielding tides of pleasure had taken her body hostage. She didn't even know who she was anymore, but she could worry about that later. All she wanted now was him inside of her.

He didn't need any more convincing, and freed his length from his pants, sinking himself down to the hilt inside of her with one deep thrust. Her mouth formed a silent 'o' at the unbelievable feel of him, filling her so entirely. Her walls stretched with a little resistance to accommodate him as stars filled her vision.

Kisame couldn't believe how tight she was and sucked air through his teeth in a hiss as he moved inside of her, pulling out almost entirely before sinking back into her. His hands wrapped around her hips, nearly encompassing them completely, as he pulled her into him.

"Fuck." He had never been one to find interest in expressing himself during sex; it wasn't really required or exciting with whores. But this, oh god, it had never felt like this before. No one had ever fit so perfectly around him, there had never been another voice so angelic, moaning his name with such blatant arousal, no one who'd ever set his nerves on fire like this. There had never been anyone who'd ever looked at him like she was looking at him now. And yet, there was something hauntingly familiar in her moans, something uncanny about the way she felt wrapped around him. His mouth dropped open as her walls flexed and the thought was gone as soon as it came.

Sakura was going to die, she just knew it, with every thrust that pressed against her womb. Every time he sank into her so fully, she felt herself pushing her body further into him. She wanted him faster, harder, deeper. Had it been like this the first time? No... it couldn't have. It just couldn't. She would have never forgotten this. Her hands reached towards him, settling on his own, and spread her thighs out impossibly wider, sinking him in another inch. Briefly, she worried that he might be too deep, maybe he'd feel something strange, or that this probably wasn't safe for the baby, but all of those worries fell away as one of his hands came to stroke her clit.

A ragged scream tore from her mouth as she came, her walls clamping down violently on him and Kisame couldn't hold back anymore. The rippling of her insides coaxed him into his own orgasm, the severity of it drawing a guttural moan from his throat as her body milked him mercilessly. His knees buckled and for a second he thought they might give out, as stars speckled his vision. With one last push, he buried himself as deep as possible and she mewled, unbelievably reaching yet another climax.

Her throat strangled out in another cry, unexpected as her body shuddered into another orgasm, this one not as intense but just as pleasurable. Kisame's face tensed as he let her ride the waves, an almost pained look taking him with every pulse of her walls.

Kisame slowly pulled himself out of her and for a second, Sakura thought he might just run off, having gotten what he'd needed from her. What he did instead was unexpected.

Leaving her on the table momentarily, her legs dropped uselessly as she watched him pick up her shorts from the floor and fastened his pants back up. There was an oddly steely look on his face, but he definitely held no more of that tenseness she was so accustomed to seeing. She had started to move then, thinking that it would probably be best to just separate, but he seemed to disagree. He scooped her into his arms with ease, bridal style, and carried her from the kitchen.

"What are you doing?" Sakura asked weakly, unable to help the blush on her cheeks as she stared up at him, a look of shock on her features. He didn't answer immediately, but stopped to look down at her, the slightest of smiles turning up at the corner of his mouth. Pressing his mouth against her forehead, he chuckled. Sakura's own mouth dropped open in surprise.

"I'm finally taking what's mine."

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I want you to know that I'm all yours,
You and me, we're the same force.
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A/N: I warned ya. Heh. Well, that was probably one of the rowdiest scenes I've ever written. Either way hoped you liked it. I just get so tired of reading, for lack of a better word, boring sex interactions. Maybe I'm just too horny. Lol! I was going to get even more descriptive but I decided to reign it in just a bit. Wouldn't help to have everyone keel over on me. Review as always and lemme know what ya think. Btw, I'll probably crosspost this to AO3 when I get the chance. If you didn't read my profile update, I'm working on rewriting the previous chapters, and finished the first one not too long. Also, there are some other changes, including POV breaks I'll be working on. You may have noticed this chapter does not have them. I'm chuckin' em, they irritate me. Alrighty you crazy kids, get outta here! Hearts and all that!