Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Caught part two; Redemption ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

“Sasuke”

 

A familiar voice caught his attention. He stopped walking but didn't face her. It was the middle of the night. He had made sure that no one would see him. This section of the village was under his Jutsu. He took great care in making sure of it. Why wasn't she?

 

Though, his situation did seem familiar to him.

 

Taking a quick glance to his right he smiled.

 

The bench.

 

History does repeat itself after all.

 

It was on a similar night to this one after all.

 

“Why the hell are you here?”

 

His eyebrows rose slightly. That was different. The kind of anger in her voice was something he couldn't ever remember hearing from her. She had been angry many times but it was usually at Naruto. The kind of anger a sister has towards a brother.

 

This anger was that of one person betrayed by another.

 

Not that he didn't deserve it.

 

“Sakura, I'm impressed.” that was all he was willing to give her, at least at that moment. An acknowledgement. It may not have been the kind he knew she wanted, but it was one nonetheless. He could have ignored her. He could have knocked her out and left her on the bench again. But he chose a more civil respectable way.

 

Acknowledge her existence and her strength. She was indeed stronger if she could escape his Jutsu like that.

 

He started to walk again.

 

A whooshing noise directed toward his head caught him off guard, but not enough to prevent him from moving.

 

Turned his head to the side he watched her fist fly by his nose, then turn abruptly into his face as a back knuckle. Luckily for him he was able to move in the last minute. Her knuckles barely grazed his nose.

 

Taking a leap back he was now facing her.

 

Her.

 

HER!

 

Dear God!

 

He didn't show any outward sign of his current surprise, which was a miracle due to the amount of it.

 

She was just about eye level to him in an identical crouch, though she wasn't dressed to be fighting off missing nin.

 

The first thing he noticed, to his own pleasure and shame, was the complete lack of a bra and the fact that those undeveloped breast he remembered (yes he had looked, he is a male) four years ago, were now full and pushing their hard nipples against her thin night shirt.

 

Her nightshirt.

 

He sneered. Vile temptress!

 

She sneered right back.

 

Didn't expect that.

 

His pants started to feel a little more restricting than they were a few minutes go.

 

Her nightshirt, which was indeed thin, and white, had a low-neck line, which showed a little more than needed when she was bent over in a crouch like that. As a matter of fact the only part he wasn't able to see were her nipple, but due to their current hardened state they were leaving VERY little to the imagination.

 

“Leave.” He growled out.

 

Her eyes narrowed. “This is MY village Uchiha!”

 

Uchiha? When did she her behavior toward him become so cold?

 

“What are you doing here Uchiha? I know Orochimaru is dead, so what business do you have here?”

 

Sharp one.

 

He didn't see her move before she was pushing him backwards. Her hand on his throat pushing until he hit the tree just behind the bench. He could have moved in time, but this was indeed interesting. She had grown stronger than he ever imagined she could. She was fast, almost as fast as him, and due to the potholes here her feet were pushing off the ground, she was physically strong as well. Not to mention a master at controlling her Chakra.

 

He glared into her eyes as her hold on his neck tightened. He didn't make any move to stop her. He could kill her within seconds if he really wanted.

 

“What business do you have here Uchiha?” She asked that annoying question again.

 

He couldn't tell her why he was there.

 

“Uchiha” She growled. Leaning into him to get the leverage to tightening her hold on his neck and lift him slightly off the ground.

 

He let her. He knew he shouldn't have but he let her. He told himself to think logically and in a way he was. Her growling was causing his pants to feel even more restricting that it did last time he thought about it, and with her breast against this chest…

 

…he liked it. Even though it pained him to admit to it, he liked it and did nothing to prevent it.

 

That was logical wasn't it? He liked it, there were no witnesses, so why not? He was a man that was seriously neglecting his `needs'.

 

A growl started in his chest. This was not the time for this!

 

He had meant to throw her away from him. He had meant to grab her arm and throw her to the ground. Harsh, he knew, but he was feeling a bit frustrated, and no girl was going to get the better of…well…`him'.

 

The thought was all-nice and dandy, until she didn't move as much as he thought she would, and that her grip on his neck may have slipped, but her physical strength out did his by far. Chakra induced strength! BAH!

 

He shouldn't have been surprised. He had heard about it, but didn't think it would have made this much of a difference.

 

So now he was behind the tree, in complete darkness, where she should have be, on his back, with her hold him down.

 

“Why are you here Uchiha?”

 

Didn't she get that he wasn't going to answer her?

 

Within a second he had her. He did. He had enough playing.

 

This time he had her pressed up against the tree. One hand on her wrist and the other on her neck; though not tightly.

 

Why was he giving her that leeway, he didn't know!

 

“Do you want me to leave you on the bench Sakura” he purred. Yeah so that wasn't necessary.

 

She glared at him. A fierce one at that. It was harsh. Unforgiving.

 

It was appealing to the man in him.

 

He felt her move her chakra to her legs, no doubt preparing to kick or knee him off of her.

 

Moving closer to her, he pushed his leg between hers. There was no way she would be able to kick him now.

 

His eye widened.

 

Sasuke Uchiha was caught off guard. The last remaining and one of the strongest Uchiha's was unable to think. His mind had gone blank.

 

He was close enough now, that even in the darkness, he was able to see a tint of a blush.

 

She was warm. No not warm, hot, between her legs. Even through his pants he could feel the warmth, and the moisture.

 

He wanted to smirk. She wanted him still. She did a good job of hiding it until now, he would give that to her. She ignored her emotions to fight him as a Ninja should.

 

He'd give her the credit.

 

But before he could her legs moved and not just anywhere.

 

His heart started to race. His blood heated.

 

She was wrapping them around his waist.

 

He knew he only had a second from the time her legs started moving until they were around his waist to stop her, but he couldn't think straight enough to come up with a counter to this move.

 

He didn't know if he wanted to.

 

In order for her to wrap her legs around his waist she had to spread her legs enough for him and shift her hips upwards.

 

Yeah, well his penis was there. Already saluting her effort and chosen sleepwear. Her brushing up against it, with that inferno heat, was almost enough to make him snap.

 

Her legs were around him. She started to squeeze.

 

He couldn't take this.

 

She squeezed harder.

 

Dear god.

 

And harder.

 

His blood turned to liquid flame.

 

And even hard.

 

SHIT!

 

He was so caught in the feeling he didn't realize what she was doing.

 

She was using a basic grappling move. Wrap your legs around your opponent and squeeze as hard as you can. Damage will be done, not to mention how painful it will be for their attacker.

 

Her legs were just above his hips.

 

With her strength and the pain she was causing him, there was little he could do.

 

Actually there was plenty he could do.

 

For instance he could press up against her, pushing his erection against her warmth.

 

Not the best thing to do to get out of the situation, but the most appealing to him at the moment. So he did it.

 

She stiffened. Her eyes widened. Barely visible to him through the dark. Her movements stopped. She tried to prevent the shudder, and for the most part she did, but he noticed it.

 

The pressure. The heat. Her shudder.

 

He couldn't hold back anymore.

 

With all of his resistance that he had left, which was little to none, he started to move away. It was his last attempt to take control of the situation.

 

His erection rubbed against her as he was pulling away causing a bolt of pleasure to run through him.

 

He was able to suppress the moan, but she wasn't.

 

It was by far the sexiest noise he had ever had the pleasure of hearing.

 

He saw it.

 

Her fist aimed for his face.

 

He could list a few reasons why she would be trying to punch him.

 

He grabbed her wrist.

 

Pushing it back he held it above her head, against the tree. His other hand, which was still holding her other writs, brought the two together.

 

His knuckles brushed against a lower branch.

 

Her hair was long, much longer than he remembered. He pressed his nose to her hair-covered neck. Taking a breath he felt a rumble deep in his chest.

 

“Sasuke” Sakura whispered. Her passion filled voice laced with confusion.

 

The smell of her hair made him shudder slightly, causing him to push himself further against her. Holding both her wrists with his hand, he moved the free hand down her arm, brushing against her skin softly.

 

She shuddered.

 

Moving his hand over her shoulder and to her neck he pulled his face back just enough to move the hair.

 

He ran his fingers down her pulse and over her collarbone.

 

She arched slightly.

 

Without thinking he moved his hand down her body, grabbing underneath her upper thigh. Using the hold he had on her, he held her in place, rubbing himself against her.

 

His member, hidden within his pants, rubbed along the heat of hers. Her backside pushed completely against the tree.

 

She arched even more, emitting a sharp gasp.

 

“Sus-susuke? What-”

 

“Shut up”

 

Her legs, still wrapped around him, loosing slightly, but held strong enough to keep her up, but now, with Sasuke pushing up against her, there was no way she was going to fall.

 

He wouldn't allow that.

 

Pressing a light kiss to her pulse he was rewarded with another moan like noise, different, but better. He did it again. She made the same noise. Rubbing up against her he kiss her pulse once more.

 

Her body started shaking. Her muscles clenched. Her legs tightened.

 

Her breasts here pressing hard against his chest. He could feel her nipples through their clothing.

 

Pulling back, letting go of her wrists for a second, he pulled his arms out of his Gi, letting it fall. With the purple rope wrapped around his hips the gi hung loosely around his legs.

 

He prepared himself to have to grab her wrists once again but was pleasantly surprised when her arms wrapped themselves around his bare neck. He pressed up against her. The feeling of her skin on his, even if it was just her arms, send shivers down his spine. The heat between them was almost unbearably, yet he wanted more.

 

He continued to rub up against her, at an agonizing slow pace. His left hand fastened on her right thigh, keeping her in the desired position. His left hand slid up her pant leg until he came into contact with the hem of her shirt. He wasted no time slipping his hand under, brushing the skin along her toned stomach.

 

He kissed her pulse, but this time adding his tongue.

 

She moaned, louder this time. Her breath becoming ragged. Her head, slightly back, mouth next to his ear; every noise ringing loud and clear to her. Her arms grasping at his back, leaving small scratches.

 

He couldn't get enough of her. Her taste, her smell, the noises she made, and the way her skin felt on his. The heat that was coursing through his body. The heat that radiating off of hers.

 

His attack on her neck quickly turned heated. He kiss, licked, nibbled. Anything and everything he could to bring out whatever noises she could make.

 

“Sasuke” She moaned.

 

Dear god!

 

Before either of them really realized it her shirt was in pieces on the ground.

 

Everything stopped for a moment. Their eyes met. There faces both flushed. Eyes heavy with lust. Mouth hanging open slightly. Breath erratic.

 

Their faces were so close. Their breath brushed against each other's skin.

 

He was the one to lean in. His lips met hurts.

 

It was slow at first, but immediately turned heated. He started to rub up against her again, this time harder and faster. His right hand moved from her tone stomach to massage her left breast.

 

She gasped into his mouth. He took that as an opportunity to nibble on her lip.

 

Releasing her breast, to much the disappointment of Sakura who whined in protest, both of his hands made their way to her lower back, where they slipped under her pants.

 

His eye opened wide.

 

She wasn't wearing any underwear.

 

Groaning, he grabbed the material and pulled. Ripping noises were hear and with a little maneuvering, which brought more pleasure than anything, her pants here now somewhere in pieces around them.

 

He captured her lips.

 

His hands went right for the knot of the rope wrapped around him. Within seconds it was gone. He undid the ties for his pants. They fell down around his knees.

 

He buried his face in her neck. Panting. Sending shivers down her spine with his hot breath.

 

Reaching around her leg he grabbed his hard member through the hole in his boxers. Positioning it at her entrance he rested his other hand on the tree by her head. With the help of his fingers, he moved her folds allowing him to penetrate as desired.

 

Which he did!

 

Kinda.

 

The first time he pushed it went in about an inch or so.

 

But god did it feel good.

 

Pulling back he pushed again. It went in further.

 

She clung to him, arching and panting.

 

He needed more.

 

Pulling back, he pushed again, a little harder this time.

 

“Oh my-” Sakura couldn't finish her sentence when he completely filled her. Honestly, he had been expecting her to cry out in pain, not in pleasure.

 

He began to move. Thrusting up into. Slower at first, but with every thrust he starting to pick up the pace.

 

Her legs tightened. Her nails left bloody trails across his back. He attacked her neck.

 

They both moaned, both shook with pleasure.

 

“Harder!” Sakura pleaded.

 

Grabbing her hips he tilted them so gain better access. Keeping one hand there he reached up and grabbed the lower branch of the tree. Using it as leverage he thrust into her harder.

 

He captured her lips again.

 

Her warm breasts bouncing against his chest.

 

He could feel her body shake, her muscle tighten. She broke the kiss and gasped.

 

He watched her face as she came.

 

It was too much.

 

With something between a moan and a grunt he thrust into her faster.

 

Wrapping his arm under her arm and around her back, gripping the back of her shoulder, he held her to him. His face buried in her neck.

 

They stayed like that; trying to get their breathing under control.

 

His legs felt like jello. His energy seemed to have left him.

 

He needed to sit down for a minute.

 

“Sasuke?” Sakura whispered.

 

His eyes widened. The full extent of what he had just done struck him.

 

Almost panicking, because Sasuke didn't officially panic, or so he claimed, he pulled back and looked into her eyes.

 

Her eyes shone with confusion.

 

Ok he was panicking.

 

He did the only thing he could think to do.

 

He `rendered' her unconscious, but this time instead of leaving her naked on a bench, he cradled her body to him, managed to pull up his pants, grabbed his clothes, and leapt for her apartment; where he laid her comfortably in bed, dressed and leapt from the window. Disappearing into the night.