All the Colors

"A temple?"

She had always guessed he had an inner wild side, but this was almost too much for Sakura to believe. She looked around at the low rafters and hundreds of lit candles, amazed at his audacity.

"Isn't this some sort of sacrilege?\ Sas Sasuke shrugged, nonchalant, further proof to her that she really might not be dreaming. She had already pinched herself twice, once hard enough to break the skin. He had seen her do so, and had lifted his hand to her mouth, soothing the small pain with his light kiss the way his full kiss had soothed years of longing. Or at least begun to.

"My apartment is being cleaned." He was close to her again, cradling the side of her neck so he could breathe the words into her hair, his breath making it tickle her ear. "Hell is better than waiting any longer."

Those were the truest words Naruto had ever spoken, even if the voice and voice box were someone else's. Especially with the way she sighed, tilting her head back so that his touch slipped lower to caress her collarbone. His fingertips itched to reach for the zipper of her dress, but he knew it was nowhere near that simple. She was obviously completely convinced that he was Sasuke, but he was well aware the woe wouldn't be able to maintain the technique if they made love. When it was over, she had to look back and realize that Naruto had treated her with more tenderness and care than Sasuke ever would have.

He pulled back to look at her once more. "Do you trust me?"

He knew the answer, as did she.

"With my life."

"Thank you." Two more words Sasuke had never bothered using, but Sakura was too distracted by the brush of his lips on hers once more to notice the discrepancy. She was flushed, needy, happy to let him tilt her head back to drink more deeply of the velvety inside of her mouth. His tongue toyed with hers, not idly but with purpose.

The kyuubi slammed against its bars. Naruto bit down on Sakura's tongue, not hard enough to cause pain but hard enough to make her notice his struggle for control. However, she wasn't interested in being the object of any restraint. Blushing even more deeply at her own boldness, she reached out for the hardness she had felt against her thigh before. Her palm found its heat easily, ahe fhe found that her fingers fit naturally and easily around the bulge although she couldn't see what she was doing.

Sasuke gasped into her throat, a sound that tapered off into a low growl of pleasure and vibrated throughout her being. His fingers gripped her wrist, pulling her away with difficulty as much from his own reluctance as from her resistance.

"No. Not yet, Sakura. There's more than enough time for that later." That was a lie, of course: soon he would be found out and he wasn't at all confident of the outcome. Either way, he had to focus on her pleasure. So Naruto wrapped his fingers deeply in the long fall of pale rose hair, tilting her head back fully so he could kiss where her pulse beat at an accelerated rate in the hollow of her throat.

Her scent was clean and soft, the fragrance of rainy fields and the flowers not yet born. Beneath it, he could smell her arousal, something he had never known from a female but recognized instinctively. Grateful for her response, he nuzzled her collarbone. Only now did he allow his fingers to stray to the zipper pull, sliding it down just enough to expose the warm and tender flesh of her collarbone. His thumb traced the delicate curves even as his mouth wandered to the side, nibbling with equal delicacy at her earlobe.

She liked that, too. He felt the tremble it caused within her, how it made her welcome his touch even more. The zipper slid down lower. Naruto's hand slid inside and under loosened binding to find the warmth of one small but full breast, cupping it in his palm and fingers, feeling the nipple brush against his skin. The dress fell to her waist. Sakura reached for him again, but he stopped her once more.

The floor of the temple was covered in soft mats of woven grass, easy on the knees of worshippers. Cradling her close to him, he lowered her to the ground. One end of the bandage a female ninja used to restrain her bosom was loose. Watching her wide eyes, he slowly unfurled it. The soft sound of cloth slipping away from skin mixed with the whispers of candle-flame and their utter silence as he exposed more of her to his eyes that had so long starved to see her just like this.

She was beautiful even in the dim light. The pert, pretty breasts that rose and fell with each rapid breath were softly rounded and tipped with candy-pink nipples, just a few shades darker than her hair. They honestly made Naruto's mouth water. He had no desire to resist these hunger pangs. Slowly but deliberately he lowered his head to rub his lips against one tight bud. When she arched her back, silently asking for more, he let it slide into his mouth.

Sakura could not believe the pleasure. She had often been aware of her breasts, of the way they tightened painfully when she was cold and sometimes when she thought of Sasuke. Many times she had found herself testing their pliancy and response in the bath or alone in bed at night, fascinated by how quickly they changed. But not even in steaming baths had she known this burning heat and moisture around her tender velvet flesh, never had it so quickly tightened in response, never had it felt so good. She moaned, even as he moved to the other nipple, leaving the first wet and hard in the chill air.

The zipper went easily now. Naruto found that he only had to drag his finger against it as it swerved off to the side, and soon the fabric merely framed her body while giving her a softer place to lay. Now there was nothing between him and his greatest desire except the modesty shorts she wore beneath the high-slitted dress. Grabbing the waistband, his mouth moving down to kiss and nibble the edge of her belly button, he began slowly to pull them down.

When they, too, were gone, he looked up into her eyes. They showed no fear, only breathless excitement. Her cheeks were flusfromfrom her passion, and her lips from his kisses. Naruto needed more.

"Sakura." Sasuke's voice rang in his ears, irritating him. He ignored it. "Sakura, before we go any further, you will have to prove yourself to me."

She reached up, wrapping her arms around his neck in the way he was already beginning to find endearing, holding him close.

"Anything."

Desire made a thick plug in Naruto's throat for a long moment. He managed to speak, but only with a rough edge.

"Open yourself for me."

The green eyes widened as she comprehended his meaning. There was no thought of refusing, though. Whatever she had to do to prove her true love...she closed her eyes. His voice came quickly.

"No. Look at me." Sakura's eyes snapped open. His gaze upon her was volcanic in intensity, and his owes wes were the stormclouds looming above the summit. She was transfixed by him as she hesitantly let her thighs slip apart, feeling the cold air burst against the moisture already escaping her. He looked down, placing one hand on the inside of her knee, and when his eyes returned to hers the appreciation and hunger in them was frank.

Her mission wasn't done. Naruto laid his other hand over hers, where it rested on her stomach.

"If you want me to touch you, show me where."

Sakura took a deep breath. He was challenging the boundaries of the shyness all women were taught, even if those teachings had never been this specific. But she did want him to touch her, more than anything else. So she took his hand, guiding it lower and between her spread thighs, until his palm rested lightly against the intense heat and soft fluff. Now she could not help but close her eyes. "There."

Her rd wad was immediate. Sakura moaned in ecstasy as Sasuke's palm rubbed sensuously against the downiness and plump skin, sending bursts of electric pleasure spearing through every nerve in her body. She had been untouched for so many years, saving herself for him, and this had to be the best Heaven or Earth had to offer. The few times he had smiled, all the times he had set her on fire with his beauty and prowess, all the nights of imagining him caressing her just like this replayed in a flash in her mind, and she opened her eyes. She wanted to see his face so much, and she wasn't disappointed. He watched her with those same hot black eyes as his fingers parted her outer petals, thumb sliding just between and up, up...

He found it. That part she thought only she could know about. But he found it, almost effortlessly, and the lightest touch of his callused thumb pad on it made her cry out. He lowered his lashes and smirked in that sexy way that had always made her heart beat faster. Only now he was doing so as his touch stimulated her most intimately, the hot wetness she produced soaking his fingers. He squeezed, gently, and she could not bear it any longer. Sakura knew what she really needed.

"Please." Her breathy voice made Naruto look up, into the glowing eyes. He tweaked her again, making her cry out.

"Please what?"

She reached for him, grabbing him by the front of the shirt, her fingers searching desperately for warm male flesh to call her own.

"Please. I need you inside me."

Those were the sweetest words Naruto had ever heard. It did not matter that he had heard them many times before, an inherent soundtrack to his daydreams and night sweats: this time, they were real. He leaned over her, rubbing his lips against hers in a kiss so chaste that it mocked the motions of his hand below. He reveled in catching her pleading gasps and whimpers in his mouth, drinking in her need as he carefully slid one finger past the edge of her tight opening.

She really was untouched. He hadn't doubted it, but hadn't really addressed it before now. The demon-fox had retreated, which was fortunate. He would need all the control he could muster to treat her with the gentleness she deserved.

She was also delightfully wet. Naruto took special pleasure in kissing and nipping at the side of her neck as he rotated the single digit, feeling her contract around him so hard he thought he might lose circulation for a moment. More importantly, there was no question that she wanted him. Now, he allowed her to remove his tunic.

Chances to see him shirtless had been restricted to really warm weather and certain swimming expeditions. Sakura ran her palms over Sasuke's chest and then his belly, making him purr with pleasure. To her delight, she discovered that his nipples also hardened under her touch. He took her hand in his, biting delicately down on the flesh on the inside of her wrist.

"Are you ready?" He was breathless now, too, and she enjoyed that even more.

\." ." The tip of her pink tongue slid over her swollen bottom lip, already shiny from kissing. Her next words shocked even Sakura herself. "Please take me."

Naruto didn't need any further encouragement. Filling his fingers with her silky hair once more, he lightly pushed her head to the side so he could bite down on her neck, pinning her in place. She whimpered in anticipation and perhaps a touch of fear.

Sakura could see nothing but the reflection of pale golden candlelight on the highly-shined wooden floor. She was forced to feel instead, and feel she did. Sharp teeth holding her in check, a strong hand sliding her legs apart at the knee, her soaking sheath fully exposed to the cold air. She was like that for a long moment, then two, and she could hear sounds of fabric rustling and sliding against skin. Then her outside lips held apart again, her hot depths made ready and waiting for him. Unfailingly, the roughened thumb returned tot cet central nub of her most intense pleasure, teasing her while firmly holding her down to keep her from jerking around too much.

There was pressure again at the very edge of her achingly empty passage, something larger and hotter and...hard. Sakura moaned as he slid in deeper, stretching her, his raging stiffness fighting against her tightness and inexorably forcing deeper.

It felt so good.

His voice rumbled in her ear, where he had temporarily released her tenderk sok so she could hear him clearly.

"Sakura-chan, this is going to hurt for a moment." The honorific slipped out without either of them really nong. ng. She swallowed, nodded. Naruto sighed and nuzzled back into her neck, suddenly consumed as much by his tenderness and love for her as his desire. Then he let himself push forward quickly, beginning and ending the tearpainpain as quickly as possible.

He hadn't been kidding; it did hurt. But that small pain was less than a mote against the pleasure of him filling her completely, their bodies pressed together once more. Sakura felt complete, just as she had always known she would.

For Naruto, the feeling was every bit as intense. He had pitied Hinata in her shy loneliness, made love to her out of simple caring to a friend, but there had never been anything like this. It was a completion to him as well, a wonderful but temporary satisfaction that mixed with the burning pleasure of every nerve eg ing in his shaft stimulated by the hot velvet wetness of Sakura wrapped tightly around him. He let out a long, deep breath. Controlling himself was using a large amount of stamina that he needed as chakra to maintain the transformation.

"Are you okay?"

"Sasuke..." He would have rather heard her moan his name, but Naruto forced himself to be detached as he released her hair, letting her head roll to the side so he could see her face. Her eyes were closed, her face glimmering faintly with sweat and candlelight. Her lips were slightly parted; she was panting softly from desire and exertion. "More." A demand. He complied.

The luscious feeling speared through her from her lower back all the way to the top of her stomach and the tips of her toes as the sudden emptiness was replaced by Sasuke filling her all over again, to overflowing. His strong hands grasped her hips, holding her still and helpless against his will to pleasure them both as he thrust so deeply into her that she felt split apart in the most glorious way.

Above her, Naruto twitched slightly. The way her inner muscles grabbed him more tightly each time he slipped in was making it difficult to control what would invariably occur. He was glad he'd read the scroll on how to keep one's life essence out of their fluids, because the only thing that could have made the situation more dubious was his getting Sakura pregnant. He stoically ignored the tide of pleasure that was quickly drowning him, focusing on hers instead. His thumb rubbed over the hard little bundle of nerves with unyielding pressure even as he continued to move within her, pulling out almost completely each time to maximize the impact as he pressed back in.

She had pleasured herself before. The approaching finale to her ecstasy was not unexpected. But Sakura had never known it this way before, somehow never known it could be like this, no matter how often she imagined Sasuke inside of her. This was real. Opening her eyes for a brief moment, she looked into his, taking in the concentration on her fulfillment that shaped his face. Knowing that he wanted to pleasure her, that he desired her that much, was all it too.

Her long cry of release shot all the way through to Naruto's soul. He held her close, rocking back and forth slightly inside her as she clamped down on him. He wanted to watch those green eyes, kiss the sweat away from her skin, but her climax threw him over the edge as well. a s a strangled moan, he thrust into her one last time, letting go of years of frustration in a long burst of liquid heat. They collapsed together, into and onto one another, an intertwined sculpture of arms and legs and damp hair, breathing hard and trembling in the aftershocks of long-awaited orgasm.

Sakura didn't open her eyes for a long time. The feeling of the warm male weight on top of her, still stiff inside her, was as delicious as her fulfillment had been, albeit in a lazier way. When she finally did, her mood immediately changed.

A different face. Darker skin, golden, whisker-like marks across tanned cheekbones. Dark blonde hair, wet with sweat but showing the faintest hint of what were once spikes. A moment later, eyes that were darkly teal in the dim yellow light.

Naruto met her eyes unflinchingly. They were back to sea-green, paled slightly, very big. However, it didn't take her long to become angry, truly angry.

"What the fuck?" He had never really heard her curse. Naruto flinched.

"I..."

"You what?" She snarled. "trantransformed into Sasuke to seduce me, and kept up the act just long enough to deflower m the the floor of a temple?"

Naruto sighed. He wanted to lay his head between her breasts and sleep, but knew that wasn't happening. Instead, he wrapped his arms around her waist and held her a little closer.

"Was it that bad, Sakura-chan?" The mysterious honorific of several minutes earlier made sense now. She fumed, and then shoved him off her. He was stronger than she, of course, so it was more of him releasing her. Grabbing her dress from the floor, Sakura yanked it on over her head, zipping it up so quickly she snagged the fabric in the mechanism.

"I have nothing else to say to you, except that you shouldn't dare ever come near me again." She was gone so quickly that the backdraft extinguished a few candles. Naruto watched her go. He had known the results probably wouldn't be favorable, but he wondered what would happen now.

Smiling grimly, he reminded himself that the answer to that question didn't matter. He had thrown away everything for one chance at the impossible, and he had to be prepared for what was next. Grabbing the pants of his orange jumpsuit from the floor, he began to dress.

In a dark corner of the temple, a shadow sat in wait.

To the real Sasuke, the entire scene that had just played out had been amusing at worst. He was impressed by how well his crush and rival had imitated him to get under their comrade's skirt. But this was a rule even he had not previously considered breaking.

Of course, there were no rules now.