Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Angels on the Moon ❯ Dilettante ( Chapter 2 )

AN: Thanks for the great reviews so far. Here's the second oneshot. It's AU, of course.

Naruto, Naruto Shippuden, and the characters are Masashi Kishimoto's. Not mine.

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xoxo sammy-sakura

 

DILETTANTE by sammy-sakura

 

 

Standing on the edge of morning,
Scent of sex and New Found Glory,
Playing as she's pulling back her hair.
She drives away, she's feeling worthless,
Used again but nothing's different.
She'd stay the night but knows he doesn't care…

…I want to save you.
I want to save you.
I need you to save me too.

-“I Want to Save You” by Something Corporate

 

 

`Fuck me! Did I get hit by a truck last night?' thought 24 year old Sakura Haruno as she arose from her alcohol-induced slumber. Her whole body ached. The sheets of the mysterious bed she lay in were scratchy against her nakedness. `Nakedness? Oh, damn.'

 

That's when her mind began to sharpen, senses finally became alert. There was a warm, living, breathing, very nude masculine body pressed against her entire backside. She could feel one heavy arm draped possessively over her waist, a callused hand resting on her soft, flat tummy. The man behind her smelled like sandalwood and rain, clean, fresh, wild rain. Sakura knew exactly whose morning erection was poking her in the ass without even opening her viridian eyes.

 

`Grr. You've got to be kidding me,' her mind seethed. Every time she drank heavily, which was often enough considering whom her adopted mother was, Sakura would wake up the next morning completely in the buff and wrapped up in none other than Sasuke Uchiha. Said male, as if hearing his name in her mind, tightened his grasp, bringing Sakura's most private parts in contact with his long, thick manhood and started sucking intimately on her neck.

 

“Stop,” growled Sakura, trying unsuccessfully to dislodge Sasuke's iron grip. “What the bloody hell happened last night? And more importantly, how did I end up here… again?” By now she was squirming and kicking, all in vain, of course. Sasuke just sighed tiredly against her shoulder, secretly enjoying her stubborn, useless struggling. He would wait for her to cease moving before he answered her. She knew this and eventually gave into his silent command.

 

“You drank way too much at Naruto's last night,” explained Sasuke, his voice lowered in reprimand, “where you thought it an appropriate place for an impromptu striptease. And as for why you are here, you already know the answer. You just refuse to admit it.”

 

She stewed on his answer for a couple of seconds while renewing her struggle. `Okay I remember Naruto and Hinata's little gathering, but the striptease is a little fuzzy. Wait a second, I went there with Kiba!' Again, the struggle ceased.

 

“And where's Kiba-kun?” purred Sakura, trying to use Sasuke's jealousy to her advantage, maybe create an avenue of escape. “We were on a date. I believe I should be in his bed, not yours.”

 

`That plan backfired,' mentally screeched Sakura as she found herself underneath and face to face with a very irate, but so, so beautiful Sasuke, his raven-blue bangs shielding those bottomless black eyes. She could see his lips moving, but was a little distracted by the red love bites dotting his strong, pale neck. `1, 2, 3, 4—oh! That one's gonna take a while to heal—`

 

“—kicked his ass and told him not to touch what is mine. Of course he ran away like a dog with its tail between its legs,” husked Sasuke.

 

That brought Sakura out of her musings. `God, this man was so infuriating.'

 

“You can't go beating up every guy I date. I am not yours, not anymore! What don't you understand, Sasuke? It's been two fucking years since we broke up. Get over it! I have!” screamed Sakura, angrily slapping Sasuke on his broad chest.

 

“Oh, is that true?” cooed Sasuke. “You weren't `over it' last night or any other night while you begged me to make love to you.” She should have known he'd throw her words back at her.

 

“You're delusional and I was drunk,” reasoned the pink-haired woman. Sakura calmed down and, in a defeated tone, said, “Let go, Sasuke. For both of us.”

 

“No,” was his cold reply, “We need to talk.”

 

Sakura laughed. Not her normal, bright laugh. This one sounded hollow and foreign.

 

“Now you want to talk. Well, you should have said something years ago when I was willing to listen!”

 

Sakura could feel herself breaking down and wanting to give into him again. Why was he pushing this now? Normally during the past year, when she'd wake up next to him, he'd emotionlessly explain what had happened the night before and tell her to shower while he made breakfast. They'd eat in silence while she was still in a towel. Sakura would wash dishes, pick up her clothes, dress, kiss his cheek, and leave his penthouse. There was no discussion involved. There never was, even while they dated for four years in university.

 

 

 

The physical attraction was immediate. It was freshman orientation for students interested in the art departments. Sakura knew she was going to be a famous fashion designer. Sasuke knew he was going to compose music and write lyrics that would inspire millions. Both were alone because their friends were pursuing different subjects. Sasuke spotted Sakura from across the performing arts theater where the orientation was held. He also spotted the empty seat next to her. The rest was history.

 

Four years filled with passionate, physical love; however, both were holding back emotionally. Conversations were kept at superficial levels. Sure, there was laughter and smiles, but the underlying feeling of pain and secrecy constantly plagued both.

 

Sasuke was from a rich, influential family in Japan. His father's wish was for both Uchiha sons to run the family businesses. Itachi, Sasuke's older brother, had already graduated college and was in line as the heir to the Uchiha fortune. Sasuke was ready to follow in his brother's footsteps until he fell in love with music. Sasuke knew he could never be happy in the corporate world. A big fight erupted between Sasuke and his father about Sasuke's future. In the end, Fugaku Uchiha disowned his second son. Sasuke's mother, as well as Itachi, helped Sasuke pay for college without Fugaku knowing. Sasuke buried the pain of his father's abandonment deep inside. Sakura knew nothing of his family.

 

Sakura, on the other hand, had never had a family to disown her. She grew up in several different orphanages in Tokyo until she ran away at age 14. That's when she met Tsunade, the woman that would become a somewhat mother to young Sakura. Tsunade, and her partner/on-again-off-again man-friend, Jiraiya, owned a chain of successful bars and nightclubs. Tsunade forced Sakura into high school and encouraged her to think about college. When Sakura was in her last year of high school, Tsunade and Jiraiya got married. Sakura, feeling like a burden to the happy couple, applied to a university on the other side of Tokyo. She buried the loneliness in her heart deep inside. Sasuke knew nothing of her solitary life.

 

The four years at university were up too soon. Both were prestigious students. They were going to have it all—fame, fortune, and success. It was a week before graduation when Sakura told Sasuke they couldn't be together anymore. They fought and cried and made love all night. She knew she'd be a burden to him in his career so she had accepted a 1-year internship in France. She was well aware that she was running away; it was all she ever knew how to do. Sasuke didn't stop her. If she wanted to pursue her dreams, he would not hold her back like Fugaku had tried to do with him.

 

Off they went, separate ways. Sakura moved to Paris and became very well acquainted with the fashion world. Sasuke was signed by a major recording company as a songwriter for their most famous bands. Each still held onto their pain and secrecy, but now with added heartbreak. Sasuke wrote all his songs about her. Sakura imagined him modeling all her new designs.

 

When Sakura returned to Japan last year, she ended up celebrating her new line with Ino, Hinata, and some old friends from university. Sasuke was there with Naruto, Hinata's boyfriend. She consumed a whole bottle of sake. The next morning she woke up with a hangover and Sasuke still inside her. And the cycle began.

 

 

“You are going to listen to me,” commanded Sasuke. Sakura looked up into those endless onyx orbs darkened by some fierce emotion. In all the years she had known Sasuke, been intimate with him, she had never seen such a serious depth in his eyes. Sakura had to turn her head to the side to avoid his penetrating gaze.

 

“Ch. Whatever,” she pouted childishly. “Continue, your Highness.”

 

Swallowing his pride, Sasuke said, “I can't stand you trying to date other males. You belong here with me. You know that and I know that. Get it through that thick, annoying, brilliant, pink head of yours.”

 

“You keep saying I know why I'm here! I don't, Sasuke, and I can't read your brain! I don't even really know what goes on inside your—,“ Sakura's reply was muffled by a punishing kiss.

 

Sasuke separated their lips and hissed, “I'm trying to tell you that I fucking love you, woman!”

 

Sakura's eyes instantly connected with Sasuke's face again. He was flushed and panting, angry and annoyed by her defiance. For once in her life, Sakura Haruno was speechless. Taking the initiative, Sasuke continued,

 

“I see your pain, Sakura, but I can't ignore it anymore. I saw it when we dated. I never pushed the subject because I had my own secrets. I wanted to escape all that and be happy. I just thought we could somehow cancel out each other's miseries.”

 

Sasuke turned his head to the side, facing his bedroom window. There. He had said what neither was willing to admit. It was up to her now. If she denied him after today, he wouldn't chase her anymore. He wouldn't pick her up after she finished off a bottle and pleaded with him to take her back to his place.

 

Sakura felt as if she was finally seeing Sasuke for the first time. Here he was, this wonderful man, who had admitted to his own secrets during their time together in university. Several emotions were racing through her.

 

Guilt. She never saw through his façade to his pain.

 

Anger. How could she be so selfish?

 

Hope. She knew he'd be supportive of her past.

 

Acceptance. She was so, so tired of running away

 

Love. It was always there after all.

 

She reached for his face, tracing his smooth, strong jaw-line. Carefully, she turned his head so that their eyes met and frowned because his eyes were pinched shut, like he was in pain.

 

`I don't want him to hurt anymore either.'

 

Sasuke opened his eyes when he felt a soft, butterfly-like kiss on his lips. It was chaste and pure and sent a million tingles down his spine. The woman still underneath him had a coy, little smile on her ruby red lips as she snuggled her precious head back into his pillow.

 

“Make love to me, Sasuke.”

 

It was the same words she had whispered to him last night, as well as the other nights, but this time there was no fog of alcohol or lustful haze clouding their meaning.

 

Sasuke smiled.

 

He slipped his cock into her slowly, softly, and just reveled in the feel of her warm tightness. He stayed locked in that position, just holding her, caressing her sides with his strong hands and nibbling everywhere he could reach on her silky skin. He could stay inside of her like this forever. He watched as she gasped lightly, swiveling her hips seductively, urging him to move within her.

 

“Please, make me feel good, Sasuke-kun,” she breathed, continuing to grind and pump herself on his engorged shaft. She knew it absolutely drove him wild when she begged and used that suffix.

 

“Fuck, Sakura,” growled Sasuke as he began to rock in and out of his woman.

 

Sakura could feel every inch of Sasuke's length as he drove back and forth into her. She linked her fingers behind his neck and held on as he picked up the pace. Soon, he was pummeling hard into her pussy, the soft head of his cock hitting the opening of her womb with every thrust, stretching her delightfully. The thick base of his shaft stimulated her clit at the same time. Sakura could already feel that knot deep in her abdomen ready to explode.

 

Sasuke wasn't fairing much better. She was so wet for him, she always was. She was the only woman who could ever complete him in such a way. Her tits were bouncing with every drive, rubbing sensually against his sweat-slickened chest. He cupped her firm ass and lifted her lower body, changing the angle of penetration slightly. He cock sunk even deeper while his balls, drawn taut and close to releasing his semen, slapped off her supple behind.

 

Sakura threw her head back, officially seeing stars, coating Sasuke's cock in her essence, as she screamed,

 

“Gods, Sasuke-kun! I l-love you so much. Ah!”

 

He couldn't hold his release back any longer. Sasuke held her hips in place and felt his cock swell and shoot his load into her, bathing her insides with his sperm. He groaned loudly, incapable of forming coherent words.

 

After Sakura's walls milked his cock completely, he flipped them over, so Sakura could rest on his chest while he recovered from their intense love-making.

 

Sakura was laying sickly sweet, sated kisses on his chest, lazily drawing random patterns with her finger on his left hip. Sasuke stared down at her. Her pale pink locks were mussed and damp from sweat. He couldn't quite see her face, but knew very well the cute little furrow in her brow. Something important was on her mind.

 

Sasuke was about to open his mouth to question, but Sakura beat him to it,

 

“I'm an orphan.”

 

One of Sasuke's dark brows rose slightly, indicating that he was indeed listening.

 

The next couple of hours were spent in Sasuke's king-size bed, revealing all the secrets of their pasts. Sasuke held Sakura close as she cried over missing Tsunade and the pervert, Jiraiya. He knew that one day, she'd be able to face them again, and if not, he certainly would drag them to her. Sakura secretly agreed to do the same thing with Sasuke and his father; she also wanted very much to meet Mikoto, Sasuke's mother, and Itachi.

 

This time, there would be no running away or hiding. They would heal together.

 

 

 

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xoxo sammy-sakura