Surviving the Team
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Naruto › Threesomes/Moresomes
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Adult +
Chapters:
4
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2,088
Reviews:
32
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Surviving Sasuke
OH MY GOD!
Did Sasuke just say he wanted to have sex with me?! The same Sasuke that ignored me for most of my childhood and adolescence! Could it possibly be that the same Sasuke that makes girls cream their panties with a well directed look is molesting me? The same Sasuke that has won most likely to be asexual at every girls night out I have ever been to. It can’t be can it? Most of the time he acts like sex is a chore. Unlike Naruto, he dreads those “seduce the –insert random woman here (maid, feudal lords wife etc) – to further the mission” missions, despite the fact that he does so well at them. He was almost violent with the Hokage the last time she gave him one and he doesn’t even have sex with them!(he is one of my best customers when it comes to sleeping drugs). I mean, apart from the fabulous body, why would Sasuke want to be with me? Fabulous bodies are a dime a dozen in a ninja village and he is not the promiscuous type.
He must sense the fact that I am distracted so he readjusts his hands so that one of them can slip between my legs, rubbing in the exact same spot that Naruto did.
Naruto.
The thought cools my blood by about half a degree but it is enough to realize that there is something wrong with this picture. Wresting my hands free I push him away.
“Stop”
He looks confused.
“What’s wrong?”
“I can’t do this with you.”
More confusion.
“Why not?”
“I just cant”
“You were going to with Naruto”
And just like that confusion turns into anger. Sometimes I think their rivalry will be the death of me.
I sigh bending to grab my shirt and slip it on. I really am too old or young, (or whatever adjective you want to use) for this conversation.
“You don’t really want this. Some chemical in your brain is doing this to you. When we figure this thing out and you go back to your senses you’ll hate yourself and me for it. I don’t want that. You don’t really want … anyone.”
A strange look comes over his face, as if he knew that I was going to say “me”. (I can’t help it years of rejection are hard to get over.) Then he steps in closer and I curse my self for not moving further away from the wall. I don’t like being backed into a corner. Each movement brings him closer but I refuse to look away or back down in any way. The days of being a second class citizen have long gone.
When he gets to me, he takes my wrists and returns them to the spot above my head with one hand. He nudges my legs open and rubs his erection against me. With his free hand he tilts my head to look into my eyes as if checking for tears that are not there. Sasuke has long lost his ability to bring me to tears. I struggle against him.
“Let me go Sasuke”
“No.”
“Sasuke”
Now I am the one issuing threats. He looks at me as if wondering whether or not to take me seriously. Then he leans in, bringing his head closer to my ear.
“Sakura … never doubt the appeal that your body has.”
I know he means it as a compliment but I just have this need to be difficult. I feel like my boys are trying to bulldoze me and I don’t like it. With Naruto I don’t mind so much, he’s never been pushy with me, but with Sasuke I mind. I don’t even know why. Well that’s a lie. I do know why, and I think he knows why too.
I don’t trust him. Ever since the day he came back things have been slowly changing between us. He’s not my Sasuke-kun anymore and that was the only real tie I had to him. Now the only thing that links us together is Naruto. Without that I don’t know what he is to me now and because I can’t define our relationship, I can’t trust it. There was no closure for me in his coming back. There was no apology or flood of tears. One day he was gone and the next he was home. Both times life kept going.
I wrested my hand free to reach out and touch his cheek.
“I’m sorry Sasuke … I just can’t do this … not with you.”
And with that I walked out of my own apartment leaving Sasuke to (for what is probably the first time in his life) watch my back.
Did Sasuke just say he wanted to have sex with me?! The same Sasuke that ignored me for most of my childhood and adolescence! Could it possibly be that the same Sasuke that makes girls cream their panties with a well directed look is molesting me? The same Sasuke that has won most likely to be asexual at every girls night out I have ever been to. It can’t be can it? Most of the time he acts like sex is a chore. Unlike Naruto, he dreads those “seduce the –insert random woman here (maid, feudal lords wife etc) – to further the mission” missions, despite the fact that he does so well at them. He was almost violent with the Hokage the last time she gave him one and he doesn’t even have sex with them!(he is one of my best customers when it comes to sleeping drugs). I mean, apart from the fabulous body, why would Sasuke want to be with me? Fabulous bodies are a dime a dozen in a ninja village and he is not the promiscuous type.
He must sense the fact that I am distracted so he readjusts his hands so that one of them can slip between my legs, rubbing in the exact same spot that Naruto did.
Naruto.
The thought cools my blood by about half a degree but it is enough to realize that there is something wrong with this picture. Wresting my hands free I push him away.
“Stop”
He looks confused.
“What’s wrong?”
“I can’t do this with you.”
More confusion.
“Why not?”
“I just cant”
“You were going to with Naruto”
And just like that confusion turns into anger. Sometimes I think their rivalry will be the death of me.
I sigh bending to grab my shirt and slip it on. I really am too old or young, (or whatever adjective you want to use) for this conversation.
“You don’t really want this. Some chemical in your brain is doing this to you. When we figure this thing out and you go back to your senses you’ll hate yourself and me for it. I don’t want that. You don’t really want … anyone.”
A strange look comes over his face, as if he knew that I was going to say “me”. (I can’t help it years of rejection are hard to get over.) Then he steps in closer and I curse my self for not moving further away from the wall. I don’t like being backed into a corner. Each movement brings him closer but I refuse to look away or back down in any way. The days of being a second class citizen have long gone.
When he gets to me, he takes my wrists and returns them to the spot above my head with one hand. He nudges my legs open and rubs his erection against me. With his free hand he tilts my head to look into my eyes as if checking for tears that are not there. Sasuke has long lost his ability to bring me to tears. I struggle against him.
“Let me go Sasuke”
“No.”
“Sasuke”
Now I am the one issuing threats. He looks at me as if wondering whether or not to take me seriously. Then he leans in, bringing his head closer to my ear.
“Sakura … never doubt the appeal that your body has.”
I know he means it as a compliment but I just have this need to be difficult. I feel like my boys are trying to bulldoze me and I don’t like it. With Naruto I don’t mind so much, he’s never been pushy with me, but with Sasuke I mind. I don’t even know why. Well that’s a lie. I do know why, and I think he knows why too.
I don’t trust him. Ever since the day he came back things have been slowly changing between us. He’s not my Sasuke-kun anymore and that was the only real tie I had to him. Now the only thing that links us together is Naruto. Without that I don’t know what he is to me now and because I can’t define our relationship, I can’t trust it. There was no closure for me in his coming back. There was no apology or flood of tears. One day he was gone and the next he was home. Both times life kept going.
I wrested my hand free to reach out and touch his cheek.
“I’m sorry Sasuke … I just can’t do this … not with you.”
And with that I walked out of my own apartment leaving Sasuke to (for what is probably the first time in his life) watch my back.
AN: I have no idea what is wrong with me. Every time I try to write something it spins out of control. Every thing I write starts turning into plot. Why can’t I just write PWP in peace?!! Why!! I know it’s possible I've seen other people do it. But with me stuff just pops into my head and I can’t write anything else till I get it out. *Le Sigh*
Ah well don’t be stingy with the reviews