Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Abnormalities ❯ What's Wrong with You?! ( Chapter 2 )

Disclaimer: Don't own so don't sue. Giving credit to Susan Johnson's book Wicked, I borrowed a few lines of repartee.

Warnings: refer back to first chapter

Author's note: Ahhh, writing at two in the morning does wonders for your imagination. That is my excuse and I'm standing by it. Thanks to those that reviewed (I'm still in shock that people actually read and reviewed this). I'm going on with the insanity and will most likely delete this story when I have come to my senses. I cannot promise that this chapter (or any future chapters) will make any more sense then the first one but please, feel free to read and wonder what the hell is wrong with me. Oh, and this is more of Sakura's POV. To lazy to really include Itachi right now. Maybe I'll to that in the next chapter.

Chapter Two: What's Wrong With You?!

Itachi casually set Sakura down as they appeared in the middle of his room. The second he let her go, she rapidly walked backwards till the back of her knees hit the bed, causing her to suddenly sit down. Realizing what she was sitting on, she shot back onto her feet. With her chin up, she dared him to laugh at her with a glare.

`When did I get so clumsy,' she thought with a scowl, struggling to disregard Itachi's smirk.

"I could have ordered Kisame to kill you but I'm in an unusually good mood today," he said indifferently. He paused, as if waiting for an answer. "It's polite to thank someone when they save your life," he chided gently.

"Well thank you for saving my life," she replied sarcastically. "I'm sure you had altruistic motives."

Itachi lifted an eyebrow looking faintly amused. "Well, I do have an unselfish regard for your pleasure," he replied smoothly.

"Then it would please me if you left my room," a flustered Sakura blurted out.

"But this is my room," he pointed out mildly.

"Then, it would please me to leave your room," she said with whatever dignity she had left, inching towards the door.

"I never said that I was completely unselfish." His eyes tracked her minute progress to the nearest exit.

Warily eyeing him, Sakura wondered how long he was going to prolong this game. They both knew that he knew that she knew that he could end the game at anytime.

"Why are you doing this?! Why ME?" Sakura burst out in abrupt aggravation.

"Because it provides endless amusement for me when my little brother realizes that the next Uchiha heir that his beloved cherry blossom is carrying is actually mine?" Itachi offered blandly.

"What is wrong with you?!" she shrieked in horror. "You're supposed to be this emotionless, cold, creepy, scary evil killing machine whose only joy in life is destroying your brother's!"

Sakura was about to continue her stress relieving rant when she realized who she was ranting at. Heart thundering, she shakily looked to see how he was taking her sudden bout of insanity.

Itachi idly wondered with a slight frown if she was going through PMS as he observed her mood swing from fear to anger to fear to sarcasm to fear to… Maybe he could hypnotize her out of it with his sharingan. Mentally shaking himself out of his musings he decided that they had played long enough. He shrugged out of his cloak and carelessly threw it onto a nearby chair, revealing a mesh shirt and standard black jounin pants. The forehead protector came next. He continued to undress as if he was alone in the room.

Sakura gawked for a second. `Is he planning on stripping in front of me? Wait, I should be taking this chance to escape.' With that in mind, she continued to slink away.

One second, she could actually touch her freedom (she reached the door) then the next she found herself flat on her back, staring into a smirking face. She began to struggle frantically, trying to throw his body off of her's. Cursing at her inability to barely move under Itachi, Sakura bared her teeth at him, growling. Noting how furious she was, Itachi refrained from pointing out that she now looked like a rabid puppy. Mentally shrugging, he brushed past her show of resistance and bound her arms and held them in place over her head with chakra while keeping her pinned with his lower body. Sakura finally noticed that her movements were only making the situation worse when she felt Itachi's erection digging into her stomach.

Before she could redden in embarrassment (and something else maybe?) he took out a kunai, causing Sakura to freeze and leisurely began cutting through her garments pushing them away from her body. Without taking his eyes off of her, he flung the kunai to his left, nailing an unfortunate fly. He perused her body from her delicate collarbones, full breasts, flat tummy, to her shapely hips, his hand following his eye's trail.

"So pink is your natural color," Itachi remarked offhandedly.

Sakura would have made a snappy comeback if his touch weren't making her head implode. He slid a long slender finger into her heated core, rubbing his thumb against her clit causing her to moan involuntarily.

Slowly pumping his finger in and out of her he murmured, "Hmmm, an eighteen year old virgin."

"So? What's it to you, buddy?" a dazed Sakura sneered.

With the beginnings of a real smile, he let his leer speak for itself. This was more amusing then he thought it would be.

Sakura flushed in mortification. `Why can't my brain work when I really need it,' she lamented. Whatever he was doing was messing with her thought process. Her hips tilted towards his finger, silently asking for more. Itachi's other had moved to her breast, brushing over her nipple, then tugged it sharply. Sakura whimpered in her throat as she felt the movement travel to the pit of her lower abdomen.

"I'm surprised my little brother didn't get into your pants. Lack of skill maybe?"

She really wished Itachi would quit speaking. The silky tone was wreaking havoc on her nerves, allowing him to get away with the most inane remarks. Not that she could really retaliate but it was the principle that mattered.

As Itachi continued to explore her body, Sakura took this time to observe his. From what she could see, it was composed of all lean muscle, smooth skin, sinewy grace and WAS THAT THING GOING TO FIT INSIDE OF HER?!

`Just like a panther. Purrrr. Rub his tummy…or a certain piece of anatomy near his tummy,' crackled Inner Sakura. She was saved from having to retort when Itachi decided to put his mouth to good use. He slanted her thighs up and out giving him an unhindered view of her vagina. He gave her nub a sharp nip with his teeth then soothed it with a sweep of his tongue. Crying out, she thrust her pelvis into his face, and was rewarded with a skilled tongue. She felt her womb tighten and her body heat up from something other then embarrassment. Gritting her teeth, she tried to fight off this strange sensation, frightened of losing control. However, when he began to suck her clit hard, she lost her grip on her tedious control. She climaxed, screaming, feeling the almost painful pleasure spread throughout her body.

When Sakura floated back down to earth, she was greeted with a smug look. Granted it was Itachi so the look was faint. But is still was noticeable, dammit! If she weren't feeling so lethargic she would have spit in his face. Why she never did that earlier didn't occur to her, since she was never gagged.

Itachi suddenly crushed her lips in a bruising kiss sweeping his tongue in when she opened her mouth in a startled gasp. One had began to squeeze and knead her right breast, thumb flickering her distended nipple while the other hand thrust two fingers into her folds, no longer gentle or slow. The assault caused the gut wrenching pleasure to rush back full force, making her inner walls contract spastically around his fingers.

His fingers withdrew, dragging out a moan of protest from Sakura, only to be replaced with something hotter, thicker. Without warning, Itachi thrust into her quickly, tearing through her barrier. She only let out a short muffled sound of pain, rapidly distracted by the aching fullness felt between her legs and Itachi's fingers rubbing her clit. Leaning back, he slowly began to thrust in and out of her tight pussy, leering at breasts that bounced in synch with his movements.

When Sakura began to move her hips to meet his thrusts, Itachi sped up the pace, soon sinking in and out and a savage pace. He paused only to throw her legs onto his shoulders, leaving her cunt even more vulnerable. Plunging back in, he fucked her in an animalistic like frenzy. Sakura didn't notice that her teeth were jarring or that her head was now banging against her bound hands. She was just trying to breath past the heavy cloud of lust and sex. She managed to get past a strangled cry as she came violently. The release of her essence only lubricated Itachi's cock as he fucked her even faster and harder, triggering her second climax. Finally he let out a guttural groan, coming deep inside of her, giving her last climax. The collection of their cum began to pool out of her, her vagina not able to hold it all in as their chest heaved to catch their breathes. Sakura vaguely wondered if people could die from sex since it felt like the pleasure was going to kill her. That was her last thought before she past out from exhaustion and satisfaction.