Anthology

Anthology
By Laura-chan

Pairing: Sasuke/Sakura
Rating: M
Disclaimer: Of course everything related to Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto-sensei, praise his genius! OOC characters and plot do belong to me.
“L’Odore del Sesso” (The Smell of Sex) is Luciano Ligabue’s.
Warning: Rated for mature contents.
I am Italian, English is not my first language, please forgive my mistakes.


IV.
THE SMELL OF SEX


[Si fa presto a cantare che il tempo sistema le cose.
Si fa un pò meno presto a convincersi che sia così.]

It’s easy to sing that time settles everything.
It’s a bit less easier to convince oneself that it is like that.


Damn it.
She was doing that, again.
She hated him, he was sure of that; if she didn’t, why was she torturing him like this?

The blond idiot was not unaffected, too: in fact, he was going to rip the dobe’s eyes out if he kept staring at her. He could at least wipe his drool! Disgusting.

Better look at… damn it, she was doing that on purpose!
There was NO WAY she was so naïve that she didn’t see what she was doing to him (or to the dobe)!

Her skin was smooth and sweet, her pink hair soft, her jade eyes were enchanting and he remembered her rosy lips being as juicy as they looked.

Damn it.
He needed to stop these thoughts: they weren’t doing him any good.
After all, he wasn’t in that kind of romantic sap, let him rephrase that, he wasn’t in romantics at all! He was Uchiha Sasuke and he had better things to do than waste time with love, girls, beautiful bodies… Damn it to hell, since when had she grown up boobs?

And not simply boobs…but perfect, pearly, soft, round boobs. He remembered playing with her nipples – she made the most adorable noises when he licked them.

Why was she dressed, or undressed should he say, like that? It wasn’t that hot… Okay, it was august, birds were melting on trees and Team 7 was too hot and tired to do anything but sitting down in the shadows of the forest, but well, there was no need to dress only in a tank top and shorts! Really!
Did she want to show off to the world her toned abs, her silky legs, her inviting cleavage?
She didn’t need to do that!
The important thing was that she showed her body to him, Uchiha Sasuke. The rest didn’t matter.


[Io non so se è proprio amore,
faccio ancora confusione,
so che sei la più brava a non andarsene via]

I don’t know if it is really love,
I’m still confounded,
I know that you’re the best at not going away.


Was it only this morning that he had woke up comfortably warm and wrapped up in his kunoichi? It felt like it had passed a century.

He remembered the touch of her fingers on his chest, the feel of her soft body next to his, her ardent kisses as they wished each other ‘good morning’, her uninhibited responses to his ministrations the night before.

She had to know she was tempting him.

He had to cross his legs to hide his obvious arousal and he squirmed. Absurd. Uchiha don’t squirm. That was something shy, weak, useless people did. Not Uchiha men. Sasuke knew he was seriously disappointing many generations of Uchiha: and he found out he didn’t particularly care at the moment.

At the moment he only wanted to take his kunoichi (it was damn uncomfortable to call her ‘his girlfriend’) and spend some quality time with her on his bed. Who knew he could be so lustful? And that Sakura, when stimulated enough, was strong enough to subdue him and make him patethically cry because she was denying him his release?

His mind wandered, thinking of how she had pinned him on the bed with that strenght of hers and proceeded to ravage him: it had been the last thing he would have expected and he had found himself completely unprepared.

Damn it – he was thinking that quite a lot, ne? – he was the man, he was the one who was supposed to be on top, he was the one supposed to bring her pleasure, he was the one who was supposed to be aggressive. Not her. She was the female, she was supposed to be crying for his attention like she did when she was twelve (‘That was ten years ago’ his inner mind reminded him ‘when she was still annoying and uncute and weak.’), she was supposed to be shy and blushing.

So why it felt like their roles had completely reversed?

Why was he the one who looked at her with sex-deprived eyes – when he had had quite enough the night before – hoping to get some reaction? Why was she ignoring him while she displayed her body, which was his, for everyone to see, while actually he should be the only one able to enjoy her curves?


[Forse ti ricordi,
ero roba tua]

Maybe you remember,
I was yours.


He knew he was completely obsessed with her. She was his and he was hers.
Sasuke wasn’t sure he liked this: he was his own person, he was an Uchiha, he wasn’t supposed to belong to anyone.

But since the beginning of his affair, which developed into a relationship, with Sakura, his every supposition had flew to Mist, losing itself.

He couldn’t stand it anymore.
“Dobe.” He bit out, gritting his teeth. “Stop looking at her.”
“There’s nothing wrong with watching, teme.” The blond ninja answered, not taking his eyes off the girl laying down on the ground across the clearing; she was breathing deeply, exhausted after a training session under the scorching sun, an arm draped over her face, a leg bent at the knee, her long hair surrounding her head like a halo.

“Stop it.” She was his.
Naruto looked at him. “I love her too.” He said seriously.”And I’m not going to back down.”

Oh, how Sasuke wanted to hurt Naruto, to kiss her in front of him, to make love to her in front of him, so the fox-ninja would finally realize that Sakura was already taken, that she loved him, Sasuke Uchiha, and was perfectly content with who she was with. He was actually thinking it was a mistake not making their relationship known: at least he wouldn’t have to deal with a horny Naruto and a Sakura-obsessed Rock Lee.

“You should.” He snapped. “You really don’t understand, do you, mh?” he smirked satisfied.
“What?” Naruto replied, raising an eyebrow.

“She’s mine.”

[Non va più via l'odore del sesso che hai addosso,
si attacca qui all'amore che posso, che io posso…]

The smell of sex you have on doesn’t go away anymore,
it is glued to the love that I can, that I can…


“You lie.” The other said calmly. “She’s free.”
“Oh? And why are you so sure?”

When Naruto didn’t answer, Sasuke said. “Exactly.”
He turned to watch Sakura with hungry eyes: since they first had sex, two years before, he had felt the need burning in his veins. Frankly, their first time had been nothing special, because they were both so drunk and out of it that they not only didn’t remember very much, but what they remembered had made them very embarassed about their poor performances.

But Sasuke soon had found out that Sakura had ignited something in him, something only she could possibly extinguish.

In the mornings he would push his nose in the hollow between her neck and shoulder, inhaling the sweet smell of sweat and sex that made his head reel and his manhood increase in size. She always looked ethereal after sex, her eyes half-closed, her lips parted after the last scream of his name, her hair spilling on the pillow or over him (depending on which position they had made love in), her body slick and shining with sweat.


[E ci siamo mischiati la pelle, le anime, le ossa.
Ed appena finito ognuno ha ripreso le sue.]

And we mixed our skin, souls, bones.
And when it was just over, everyone took theirs back.


But the moments he loved the most were those he spent inside her, simply savouring the feel of her walls around him, or thrusting in and out of her: he went crazy everytime he entered her.

He loved it.

In the beginning, after every sex session, she would get up and take her things, leaving his bed and his body cold. Once he had asked her why she was always in a hurry to get away from him.
“Because I know you don’t love me, Sasuke.” She had smiled sadly. “And it would only hurt more to spend time in your arms, simply laying there and not having sex, knowing that it’s fake.”

Seven months after the beginning of their affair he had stopped her with a firm grip on her wrist.
“Stay.” He had ordered. “I don’t like being alone.” And it had been as much as a confession she was going to get.
But she had accepted it, as she had accepted his every fault and hurtful comment. And with that she had sealed a deal: she was his and he was hers.

Sasuke found out that he liked to cuddle with Sakura: in bed especially, but he didn’t mind having her in his arms as they watched a movie sitting on the couch.


[Tu che dentro sei perfetta,
mentre io mi vado stretto,
tu che sei così brava a rimanere mania.]

You who inside are perfect,
While I feel a bit tight,
You who are so good at remaining an obsession.


He was grateful he had someone like her who looked over him and cared for him: it was nice being taken care of and she sometimes reminded him of his mother.

The Uchiha really didn’t understand how someone like Sakura, who was kind, selfless and beautiful, could possibly love someone like him, who was cold, arrogant and egocentric. Well, he guess he had his good qualities: he was an awesome shinobi (he knew he was and wasn’t going to be modest about it), loyal (him going to Orochimaru didn’t matter: at the moment his loyalty laid only in his clan, nothing and no one else), not to mention devilishly handsome (or so his fangirls said: he didn’t particularly care about his looks).

But well, it didn’t matter why she had chosen him, the important thing was that she was staying with him, end of the story. And he wasn’t going to let her go. After all, wasn’t this what she had dreamed since she was little? Him wanting her, them having a life together?


[Forse ti ricordi,
sono roba tua.]

Maybe you remember,
I am yours.

He couldn’t wait anymore and the killing looks his companion was sending him were annoying him to no end.

Gathering his strenght, because the heat had tired him too (he was just too proud to admit it), he stood up in a graceful movement; his bare chest was glistening with sweat and he wondered how Sakura would react if he proposed a cold bath in his bathtub, just the two of them…

“Teme?”
He looked down, his emotionless expression in place. “It’s too hot to do any training: it’s better if we go home. I don’t care what Kakashi has to say.”

With that said, he began walking to where Sakura was apparently sleeping.
“Sakura.”
She opened wearily her jade eyes.
“Sasuke-kun?”
“Let’s go home.”
She threw him an inquisitive look, then lowered her gaze to his pelvis and a wicked smirk graced her lovely mouth.
“Don’t tease.” He snapped.
“But you’re so fun to tease, Sasuke-kun.” She grinned.
He bent down to her level, an unholy light sparkling in his eyes, mouth twisted in a dark smile.
“You can tease me as much as you want in our bedroom. But it’s better if you don’t do it now, if you don’t want the dobe to know how much closer we have been since two years ago.”

A shiver run up her spine at the strong promise and slight threat she could hear in his voice; Sakura looked behind his form to see Naruto watching the two of them with curiousity and badly concealed jealousy.

“Do you want to show him something?”
Sasuke raised an eyebrow. “Why do you ask?”
She shrugged. “You wouldn’t have approached me like this if you didn’t want to make him jealous.” She sighed. “All of this hormones-filled air is going to choke me.”
“He didn’t believe me when I said you are mine.”
Her eyes flashed.
“You know I don’t like hurting him, Sasuke.”
“We are hurting him even more by letting him think he has a chance with you.” He replied.
“And why do you think he hasn’t? A chance with me, I mean.”

The sharingan activated itself and Sakura almost jumped, startled: Sasuke leaned closer.
“He hasn’t got a chance with you because you’re mine and I am yours. You love me and I love you. That’s it.”

Sakura was gaping at him.
“What?”
“You… you said…” her eyes softened.”You said you love me.” She ended in a whisper.
Sasuke frowned.
“Of course I do, you stupid woman.” But the insult was said in a soft tone. “You should have known by now.”
“Having a sex relationship doesn’t mean that you love your partner.” She snapped, flushed.
“For me it is so.”

He took her wrist and helped her stand up.
“Say it again.” She demanded.
“Ah no.” he smirked. “You’ve got it for today; you’ll have to wait tomorrow.”
She was incredulous.
“Sakura, you know I’m not into romantics. Don’t push it. Besides…” his arm wrapped around her waist and they both could feel a muffled ‘You bastard!’ coming from Naruto. “…you haven’t replied yet.”
She rolled her jade eyes but then smiled gently, taking his face into her hands.
“I love you. I always loved you.”
He lowered his head and kissed her soft lips: the tender kiss did nothing to soothe his painful arousal, but it was strangely comforting.

“Let’s go to bed. Now.” He said, breaking the kiss.
They both turned to Naruto, who was red in face, for embarassment or rage they didn’t know and Sasuke didn’t exactly care.

“Oi, dobe. We’re going home.” Then he smirked. “Told you she was mine.” And they both disappeared, leaving a hurt and atonished Naruto behind.

They appeared in his bedroom in his home at the Uchiha compound: Sakura had a frustrated look on her face.

“Did you really had to boast? Poor Naruto…”
“Oh stop it, I’m sure he will finally concentrate on the Hyuuga girl, who’s been giving him doe eyes for years.”

He tightened his embrace.
“Now, let’s move to our business.” He said in a hoarse voice, dark eyes reflecting his desire.

This time it was her who initiated the kiss: at first it was gentle, then Sasuke began pressing her against the wall, his hands moving under her tank top and caressing her breasts and her back. Sakura moaned and wrapped a leg around his waist, drawing him nearer.

“No time for foreplay.” He panted. “You already gave me and the dobe a free show in the forest.”
“Really?” she gasped as he bit her neck and pulled down her shorts.
“You mean you didn’t…” he was confused.
“What?” she asked, coming out of her daze.
“You weren’t trying to seduce me?”
Sakura pinned him with one of her looks.
“Sasuke,” she began explaining patiently. “I was too beat up by the training and the heat to even try to seduce you.”

“Damn it.” He cursed. “You mean that I got a hard-on and you weren’t even trying?”
She laughed out loud and then pressed her pelvis against his. “I didn’t know I had this kind of effect on you, always.” She smiled coyly, caressing his hip.

Sasuke’s eyes closed and he panted harshly.
“Damn you, woman.”
He ripped her panties.
He lied her on the bed, undressing quickly, before pushing two fingers in her opening.
“You’re already very wet.” He smirked.
Sakura moaned.
“You were the one bare-chested...”
His smirk widened.
“Nice to know I have this kind of effect on you too.”
He entered her with a precise, fast thrust.
“Ah! Sasuke!”
“I love it when you scream for me.” He muttered, teeth clenching as he moved out of her warm womanhood, only to push back in.
“Scream, Sakura.” He ordered.
He thrusted again, loving how her walls gripped at him, her hands clawing at his toned back, his mouth searching and finding hers.
“Sasuke…” she whispered, eyes closed.
“Sakura.” He gritted out.
“Don’t leave me.”
“Never.” He swore. “Never again.”
“Sasuke!” she screamed after a particularly hard thrust.
“Ah!” he himself groaned, kissing her passionately, tongues stroking, teeth biting lips.
As they lost themselves to the ancient dance of love their fingers entwined.

[Non va più via l'odore del sesso che hai addosso,
si attacca qui all'amore che posso che io posso
Non va più via davvero, non va più via nemmeno se...
non va più via….]

The smell of sex you have on doesn’t go away anymore,
it is glued to the love that I can, that I can…
It truly doesn’t go away anymore, it doesn’t go away even if…
It never goes away….


She smelled wonderful.
She smelled of spring flowers, of sweat, of sex, of him.
He loved it.
He wanted to wake up in her arms, having her in his arms, everyday of his life.
The dobe already knew about them: now it was time for the others, friends, teachers, her parents.
He didn’t care if they said he didn’t deserve her, because he knew that, she knew that, and it didn’t matter, because she had chosen him.

“Mmm, Sasuke-kun…” she murmured in her sleep, buring her face in the hollow of his neck.
He caressed her silky hair, smirking.
They were laying naked on his bed, neither of them wanting to cover themselves because of the heat.

His arm was wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer to his body, enjoying the feel of her soft skin on his rougher one.

“Sasuke-kun…I love you.”
For the first time in years, a true smile crossed his face.
“It’s not tomorrow yet, but I guess I can give in this time…I love you too, Sakura-chan.”

Anthology IV - End

Author’s note: I guess I should explain something…
“L’odore del sesso” (The Smell of Sex) is one of the most famous songs by Luciano Ligabue, an italian rock singer very much loved by yours truly and quite famous in our country: it was very difficult to translate the text from italian to english, especially because some phrases have a metaphorical meaning, but I think I did a fairly good job and I hope you can understand the lyrics. It has a very cool rhythm, if you are curious I suggest you download it, it’s very good.


You know, I am more than a bit disappointed: here I was, seeing 534 hits and only one review.
C’mon guys, don’t be so lazy! If you don’t like the story tell me (only costructive criticism, I don’t take well flames), but at least do something!

Poornmiserable: thank you for your review: I try to do my best since I like english and I like well-written stories :)