Dark Truths Undiscovered

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any of it's characters. Nor do I own the songs used within.


A/N: the long awaited second lemon, I hope you all like! I will put a few more chapters up tomorrow and conclude the story.


Oh no, this couldn't be more unexpected
And I can tell that I've been moving in so slow
Don't let it throw you off too far
Cause I'll be running right behind you

Could this be out of line? (Could this be out of line?)
To say you're the only one breaking me down like this
You're the only one I would take a shot on
Keep me hanging on so contagiously

Oohhh, when I'm around you I'm predictable
Cause I believe in loving you at first sight
I know it's crazy but I'm hoping to..
To take a hold of you

Could this be out of line? (Could this be out of line?)
To say you're the only one breaking me down like this
You're the only one I would take a shot on
Keep me hanging on so contagiously

Oh you're everything I'm wanting
Come to think of it, I'm aching
On account of my transgression..
Will you welcome this confession?

Could this be out of line? (Could this be out of line?)
To say you're the only one breaking me down like this
You're the only one I would take a shot on
Keep me hanging on so contagiously

Could this be out of line? (Could this be out of line?)
To say you're the only one breaking me down like this
You're the only one I would take a shot on
Keep me hanging on so contagiously

~~

Sakura knocked lightly on the door. The hall of the inn oddly silent and she supposed it was because of the hour. Most travelers went to bed early, still at just after nine, she’d imagined she would see someone. But no, she was alone in the dim hall, with only a flimsy wooden door keeping her from Itachi.

Lifting her hand to knock again, she was stunned to see the door open to reveal Itachi. His dark eyes giving nothing away as he stepped aside for her to enter. She nearly flinched when the door closed behind her, her heart racing in frantic rhythms within.

Itachi leaned against the door, taking in the tense set of her frame and sighed. “I have said I will not hurt you Sakura” he said in a dry voice, “Despite whatever opinion you might have taken to, I have done this before and all parties walked away vastly satisfied.”

She blushed, turning to meet his eyes with a glare of green fire, “That isn’t it” she snapped, hating the fact that she was trembling.

He arched a dark brow, “Then what? Am I repulsive to you? I doubt that is the reason. No one is forcing you.”

She sighed, shook her head. “I’m not the kind of person who hops from one bed to another Itachi. Being with you, no matter what you look like is going to feel very odd to me.”

He gave a short nod, moving to stand behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, “And the kisses?” he asked, “Were they odd? If you say you felt no pleasure I would know that you were lying. Our goal here is a child Sakura, but there is no reason why we can’t enjoy that.”

He moved around her in a dark swirl of silken hair and velvet skin, fingertips touching lightly and she nodded, “You’re right.” she whispered.

She yelped softly when she was shoved hard against the door, her back pressing against the wood as Itachi attached his mouth to hers. Her hands flew to his chest but he merely caught them drawing them outward and up to pin them above her head with one long fingered hand.

“Uchiha men are dominant” he whispered to her, his lips barely brushing hers, “They demand their women to submit, to surrender. Will you do that Sakura?”

Sakura forced her lips to move and form coherent speech, “I.. I’m not your woman.” she whispered.

He chuckled darkly, pressing a kiss to the soft corner of her mouth, “You are tonight” he told her, “Will you Sakura?”

His tongue flicked against the corner of her mouth.

Her eyes fluttered closed and she moaned out her answer even as his lips claimed hers again, “Yes.”

His tongue gently demanded entrance, a sneaky slide of wet intoxication and she opened for him, giving him access to her mouth. He tasted every inch of her, tongue running over smooth teeth before swirling around her tongue. As they battled for that small dominance, his muscle pushed hers into submission.

He released her hands, smirking against her mouth when she kept them there for a moment before sliding them down to tangle in the dark curtain of his hair. They broke apart panting, her eyes glittering and glazed with dark passion.

Itachi kissed along her jaw, finding the sensitive spot behind her ear and bit softly. She arched into him, whimpering the softest incantation of his name. He felt his body grow impossibly hard at the sound of it. He had bedded countless women, passing pleasure nothing more.

But she, she was different.

His Sakura, the unfading blossom. The one he would have kept if only he had time. He admitted in the deep corners of his heart that he loved her. The loud, bossy, stubborn to her very soul, pink haired woman and tripped and cussed her way into his heart, shedding light on dark corners. Making him feel, making him want.

He could not tell her these things, he refused to burden her that way, but he could show her with his hands and his mouth and his body that she meant something to him. It was all he could give her, it was not nearly enough.

He pressed nipping kisses along her throat, making her squirm and mewl against him. His hands slid down the front of her shirt, finding the hem and slowly pushing it upwards as his palms mapped her flesh. When he palmed both breasts, she groaned.

His thumbs toyed with the small pebbles, already hard. He tugged the shirt over her head, and pressed his chest to hers before she could cover up. She shivered from the feeling of hard, hot muscle against her. Her nails finding his shoulders and scarping lightly up the nape of his neck.

He purred against her, the rumble of his chest on hers making her flush hotly. His lips found her shoulder, nipping the delicate flesh there, and sucking hard. He drew back when he saw the small red spot, smirking. The fox would have her forever, he would make his claim here and now, and know that in the morning he would be gone.

His long fingered hand trailed delicious patterns across her stomach, causing the flesh to jump in reaction. His hand slipped lower to find the button her pants, deftly thumbing it open.

She tensed when his fingers brushed the candy colored nest of curls and he breathed into her ear, “Relax Sakura-chan.”

His teeth caught her earlobe, tugging lightly and she clung to him. His hand slid ever lower, feeling the slickness building on her flesh. He groaned, and pulled from her, yanking her pants down in one smooth movement and she stepped free of them, bared to his eyes.

To his hands.

At his mercy.

And she shivered from the desire racing through her.

He shucked his pants, tossing them into the corner and caught her to him again. Walking her backwards now, until her knees hit the edge of the bed.

Sakura toppled backwards, Itachi coming down over her, controlling the rate of descent and cushioning his weight on his arms. She had no time to prepare, one moment she was staring into bottomless black pools and the next his mouth was on her breast.

One arm slid under her neck, supporting the weight of her head on his strong forearm, the same hand held one of her wrists immobile.

Nipping, teasing, his artful tongue dancing in tightening circles ever close to the peak, but never touching. She whimpered her longing to him, even as his free hand crept up to tease the neglected twin. When at last his hot mouth closed over her peak, suckling it hard against the roof of his mouth, worrying it lightly with his teeth, she cried out.

Her head pressed back against the linens, her hand tangled in his hair as she held his marauding mouth to her bosom. Her breath was short and choppy, her legs moving restlessly against his. Her need growing from the warm spark of desire to the full raging fire of lust.

“You are so beautiful.” He released her wrist.

His hand slid between them to find the heart of her once more. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, he pressed two fingers to the wet opening. He watched her reaction, her eyes closed tightly, her mouth, full and rosy from his kisses fell open on a silent cry.

His thumb slid upward, catching the pearl hidden there. Her hips arched into his touch and she tried to bury her face in the crook of his neck as he began to pump them inside of her body.

Itachi would not allow it however, shrugging her back into the open. He reveled in this power over her.

He stroked deeper and she lifted one slim, shapely leg to catch at his hips, rocking against him, her arms wrapped around him, nails scoring his back. He didn’t mind, not in the least. It was fitting they should mark each other this way.

He slid lower over her body, pressing wet kisses across her chest and stomach. He traced the graceful fluting of her hips with his mouth. His touch was what she could only describe as reverent.

Sakura knew that his feelings for her were more than they should be. She loved him too, in a different way that Naruto. Something darker, more tragic.

She knew that years from now she would look at his son and recall every moment of his conception. She jolted when her musing was interrupted by the intrusion of his tongue on that most fevered part of her body. She drew her knees up, her hands finding purchase in his wealth of hair.

The silken mass teased her inner thighs, even as his mouth revealed her deepest secrets. He lapped at her gently, making sweeping passes over her opening, his fingers braced against her thighs to keep from being crushed. He drew circles over the pearl, wrote his name in the silky pink folds.

“Oh… Oh god”

“Be easy Sakura.”

Sakura shook under his touch, her head thrashing against the linens as she tried to hold on to reality. His mouth was magical, colors shimmered just beyond her vision. And she felt the spring draw tighter in her lower belly, her womb contracting hungrily.

Itachi was entranced by her taste, piquant and warm. He growled against the wetness of her core, feeling his own body demand something, anything to ease it’s growing ache. He shifted against the linens, groaning at the small amount of friction he had created.

“Mmm…mine…for tonight…mine”

Sakura became incandescent in his arms, her flesh fairly glowed in the lamp light like some gilded goddess, her pink hair scattered across his pillows, her body open before him. His tongue currently flicking the pearl of her passion. Her nails dug into his scalp a moment later, her body bowing beneath his touch.

“Ahhh! Itachi! I can‘t take it anymore! I‘m c…”

He swiftly covered her mouth with one hand to muffle her cries. As much as he enjoyed them, he knew that Naruto could well go mad hearing them. He wasn’t that much of a bastard. The action spurred Sakura forward into a mind-blowing orgasm.

She bucked and shivered against him and Itachi slid upwards to cover her mouth with his, sharing the taste of her passion with her. Something that Sakura had always found to be deeply erotic. She moaned into his mouth, her tongue teasing over his lips and then plunging back inside of his wondrous mouth.

She felt the hard length of his brush her stomach and reached between them to stroke and caress with a gentle yet firm grip. Itachi broke the kiss to drop his head into the crook of her neck as she touched him. His hips moving forward in time with her. “I must have you” he rasped to her.

She opened her eyes, meeting his gaze. The Sharingan stared back at her, though not activated yet. Slowly, he gripped her hip in one hand, and braced the other beside her head. He held her eyes as he slowly penetrated her. Sliding into the tight, wet confines of her body inch by inch.

He was well endowed, not that she was surprised. The care with which he handled her did surprise her, but she ached for that touch, feeling the darker side of him just beneath the surface. It thrilled her. When he was seated fully, he caught her lips in a gentle kiss. He wanted to move, and so he did.

Withdrawing nearly to the tip only to slide back in. The slow friction was driving her mad. Sakura locked her legs around his slim hips and growled into his ear, “I am not made of glass Itachi, I want you now. No more games…let me have you!”

He pulled out, then slammed back in even as she arched under him. His pace was hard, though still slow. Making her abdomen burn, her sex pulse and pull at his length. He groaned and buried his face against her neck, dragging his tongue over the large vein there.

“So good Sakura”

The bed groaned in protest from his harsh strokes, his hand finding it’s way between them once again to pluck and tease her.

He was close, so close. Her body was like a hot fist around him, urging him toward release.

He splayed his palm against her lower belly and as he thrust in, he pressed down gently, bringing that hidden bundle of nerves into contact with his shaft.

She threw her head back and stifled her scream of pleasure by biting into his shoulder. Her blunt teeth holding the flesh tightly. The pleasure/pain swept through Itachi and he struck the spot again and again until he felt her flutter around his length and then clamp tight.

“Look at me Sakura. Look at me now” he commanded harshly.

She forced her eyes open, seeing the swirl of the sharingan and then she was lost in the Mangekyo. She cried his name out, barely managing to muffle it. Her eyes rolled back in her head as the force of her second orgasm ripped through her, then she felt the hot pulse of him within and knew he had found his own bliss.

A strangled version of her name fell from his lips and his lids closed, forcing the Mangekyo back in his mind before the pain could come.

~

They lay silent for long minutes, the only sound was the staccato of heartbeats, the hitch of lost breath returning to starving lungs. Sakura stroked his hair gently, “Itachi?” she asked softly, when he didn’t move off of her, “Are you ok?”

He lifted his head and rolled them to the side, curling around her, “Stay” he said, “The whole night. With me.” S

he nodded and let him snuggled against her, “Do you think we were successful?” she asked a few minutes later, her hand straying to her womb.

Itachi pressed a linger kiss to the underside of her jaw, “You carry my son now.” he assured her, “Let me hold you both while I can.”