Much Too Early; Much Too Late.

Regaining consciousness, Sakura felt Sasuke slide down her throat. There was a taste of stomach acid in the back of her mouth, and she felt her throat seize up around him as he thrust into her. Her head was in his hands, and he was pushing them up against the wall, leaning his head against the wall, looking down at her. He was panting heavily, thrusting with each breath out, gripping her hair; she could feel several separate from her scalp with each thrust. Her nose was slammed against his stomach every time, and she couldn't breathe.

A pain rose in her throat, an ache that extended to her ears, spreading across her brain. He grunted, stilling in her mouth, and a warmth blossomed in her throat where he released himself. He thrust a couple more times, short, fast, finally letting a breath out and pulling out of her mouth.

She gasped in air, falling forwards to all fours, wanting to throw up, but he was suddenly on top of her, pinning her to the floor, laying heavily on her back. He yanked her pants and panties down, covering her mouth again, his forefinger accidentally pushed slightly into her nostril. A groan of pain found its way up her sore throat, but found nowhere to escape from as Sasuke reached down, his cold fingers surprising her. She grasped his hand and tried to pull it away as he pushed his fingers inside of her. She was already sore there from Naruto, but this was a different kind of pain; she started to cry, drawing shaky sobs through her nose. Sasuke chuckled in her ear, spreading her legs with his.

"I never suspected that you would give up on me, Sakura," he breathed into her ear. She felt him, hard again, against her inner thigh. She struggled in vain; he was too strong. "Here I thought you would save yourself instead of giving yourself over to that moron. I guess I'll have to make do and take you, anyways. This isn't exactly what I envisioned."

She felt him at her entrance, and she bucked her hips, trying to throw him off, but he easily held her down. Sakura knew she wasn't weak, but she might have been trying to overthrow an entire mountain for all the good she was doing against him.

He lifted her hips towards him and thrust harshly into her where Naruto had been so passionate, tearing at the already delicate skin, and she sobbed into his hand as he reached around and pulled her shirt up, exposing her breasts. His left hand clawed her left breast, crushing and bruising it, making her sob harder, not in pain, but in humiliation and distress. She was trying to will Naruto awake, to get him to save her, but she neither heard nor felt any movement from the apartment; he must have been dead asleep.

"You... oh, Sakura, you... ah," Sasuke hissed in her ear, thrusting against her buttocks, suddenly still and pulsing violently inside of her, filling her; his warmth felt colder than Naruto’s; emptier. She squeezed her eyes shut, tears running down her cheeks into his hand, and he quickly pulled out, wiped himself on her thigh and rear, and stood up, pulling his pants back up. She rolled over and looked at him, his now-black eyes glancing around, studying his surroundings.

Looking up suddenly, he heard it at the same time as Sakura: movement inside the apartment. Sakura opened her mouth to cry out, but Sasuke struck out with his foot, connecting with her side and slamming her against the wall. The door flew open, but Sasuke was already gone.

Sakura felt her broken ribs, and knew she couldn't stand. She was going to pass out again.

Naruto was protectively crouched over top of her, looking around.

If he was saying anything, she couldn't hear for the painful ringing in her ears.