Ink Me

Chapter 4
Remorse


“Yes, I think it did.” he replied quietly as his hands came down to cup her breasts. She ignored him as she continued to stare at the beast imprinted on her skin.


“Did you know it was going to do that?” her voice had become high and tight with the question, Sai refused to be distracted.


“Not really, you never know how the dye will react to each individual. Ideally, you're supposed to make it into a weapon, if you train it with your chakra.” he slid his finger down the spine of the dragon and watched it shy away from him, making him smile. He tracked it as it moved from her back to wrap around her leg, as far away from him as possible.

“A weapon? Like your art?” she asked, curious. She jumped and shivered when it moved, this seemed to make her aware of her surroundings, and she slapped his hand away from teasing her over-sensitive nipple.


'But not without hesitating first,' he noticed. So he let his hand go straight back, flicking his thumb once more over the nipple, giving it a slight twist.


“Not really, but, kinda, I suppose. Truthfully, I don't know what it will be capable of doing. That's up to you.” he bent his head down to take that pert little nipple that had been teasing him into his mouth. She moaned and pulled him closer. Then yanked hard on his hair when she remembered she wasn't supposed to let him do that anymore.


“Well how do I know? How do I train it?” she kept a firm hold on his hair as he continued to stare at her breasts. Sai just shrugged without looking up at her.


“Why don't you try stuff until something works...then go from there?” she huffed in exasperation and gave up her hold on his hair. Sai's mouth immediately went back to exploring her breasts. Sakura ignored him as best as she could. If you could call wrapping her leg around his hip and holding his head to her breast ignoring of course...


Sai ran the backs of his fingers from her armpit to her waist and watched as she reacted with a flush of heat on her skin. He could actually feel the warmth radiate off her and it made him want to grind his body into hers. He was exhausted, more than a bit pleased with his efforts, but his creation once again caught his eye. There was a strange occurrence that fascinated him, when he made Sakura blush the dragon turned rosier... was it able to tap into her emotions? Or did it just react to the heat of her skin?

Sakura continued to stare at herself, gently rubbing back into Sai as she lifted her hair to allow the air to cool her sweat-soaked skin. The pigments of the dye were making her act like a cat in heat, sensuously rubbing against him. Stretching to view herself from every angle her eyes dropped, just a slit green peeking through, as she watched him work at her breast from the mirror.


“Sakura, lets go back to bed.” he breathed heavily into her ear, when he could finally pull himself away from her breasts. He opened his pants and shoved her hand inside while he tried to maneuver her towards the bed. Sakura was shocked by the feel of Sai in her hand. The surprise seemed to be just enough for her to tear away and stare at him before she spun around looking for somewhere to escape. She saw the bathroom door slightly ajar and quickly ran to it, slamming the door behind her.


Sai stood in the middle of the room, his fly undone, and with the biggest boner of his life. He shrugged, sat on the edge of the bed, and reached for the lotion he kept in a drawer beside it.


Sakura leaned heavily against the sink, allowing her face to rest on the cool surface of the mirror. Occasionally, her face would flame into life; of it's own accord, sending washes of heat throughout her body. Setting every one of her nerve endings alive, only to alternate with goose flesh, the sensations passed as quickly as they came. Every time the creature moved it set off this strange reaction throughout her body. Sometimes, she would lift her hand, grasp at air, and remember the feel of hot flesh that she had held for a moment. What was worse was the strange attraction she felt, to go back out there and hold it once more.


Sakura again felt the slide of miniature scales across her skin, this time traveling from thigh to belly, to rest on her shoulder. She gripped the edge of the sink as one knee pressed into the back of the other, attempting to relive the pressure building in her pelvis.


“Oooooh,” she groaned out loud as the warm rush caught her skin on fire and she pressed her hips harder into the cool metal, wiggling them in an effort to find relief that just would not come. The dragon would not stop moving, in the half hour since the completion of her tattoo, he had wandered freely over every surface of her body. At first it had been interesting but the sensations had built to the point where it was quickly driving her insane. She brought her hips up against the sink and gingerly ground into it, hoping to fire that tiny bundle of nerves without actually having to stick her hand...down there. She could imagine the sight in her mind, how undignified it would be to have Sai walk in on her with her hands sunk deep between her legs, madly working away to achieve some relief. It was bad enough that he had touched her, that he had taken the privilege to touch her anywhere he wished. What was worse was she had allowed it...and enjoyed it.


Nothing she had ever experienced had prepared her for what it would feel like to have a man's eyes, fingers; and at one point, even his tongue, invade her body. The feeling of your own two fingers was nothing in comparison. She had even used a tampon once, thrusting it in and out of herself while masturbating, thinking it would be somewhat like sex. She had been more than wrong, and despite the fact that Sai hadn't penetrated her, she knew now that she couldn't have been further from the truth.

She turned on the water faucet and allowed her head to hang down, dragging in the water. Getting a whiff of her body odor, she decided that a shower would probably be the best thing to do. She made sure there was a towel close by before turning the handles to lukewarm. She stepped into the tepid spray, feeling the deluge soak first into her hair, and then run down the rest of her body. Shivers broke out all over again as the water reactivated nervous flesh. This soon passed and she lay back against the wall, exhausted. Sakura closed her eyes as she finally let herself relax into the sensations.


Tired, she rubbed dried blood from her skin and was glad that the sting of the tattoo had left when Sai performed the jutsu. She woke from her daze when she heard the bathroom door open and Sai entered. She decided to ignore him for now, hoping he would just do whatever and go away. But he didn't, she heard the light rustle of cloth before the shower curtain was pulled back, and he climbed into the shower with her.


Sputtering and spitting water out of her mouth, Sakura gasped in horror and outrage, “What the hell do you thing you're doing? Get Out!”

Sai ignored her and reached around her turning up the temperature before raising his face directly into the spray. He was quiet for a long moment before he turned to look down at her. Sakura tried to hide her breasts with one hand with a outraged look on her face, waiting for him to acknowledge her demands.


“You know, for someone who was just spreading her legs for me and screaming 'Oh yes Sai, yes, right there, that feels so goooooood' you certainly have a lot of gall.” he said this with a sarcastic twist to his mouth. She was getting tired of being reminded how she had wantonly spread her legs, or the breathy screams of her voice as she clutched his arms and yelled his name in ecstasy. Or how she had clutched his head just moments ago while he suckled her breasts. Or the guilty pleasure she took just by holding him in her hand. Unwilling, unknowing, and total non partial ecstasy; which he seemed to forget.


He let his eyes freely roam across her body to rest on the giant dragon lazily lounging on her shoulder blinking at him. His hand reached out and his fingers gently ran down it's long elegant spine, an action that seemed to be one of Sai's favorite things to do. He couldn't tear his eyes away from it, rubbing his fingers back and forth as it ran away from his inquisitive touches. Even going so far as to reach between her legs while she shielded away and swatted at him.


“Stop!” to her amazement, he did, dropping his hands to his sides.


She looked up into his eyes as his hands brushed up against her waist right below her rib cage, wrapping around behind her. At that moment, she fully experted to feel his hands travel down her body and bury themselves deep in her pubic hair. To her secret disappointment, he reached around only to grab the soap sitting on a ledge behind her and lathering up his hair he quickly washed, rinsed, and left her in the shower without touching her again or speaking another word.


Sakura decided she had had enough and finished her ablutions. Stepping out to find that he had taken the only towel, she stood naked and dripping on the bathroom mat, staring down at the floor as the water slowly spread into a puddle beneath her feet.


'Damn him anyway! Why does he always have to pull this shit?' of course, now she would be forced to walk out naked into his room, possibly have to beg for something to cover herself, his not so gentle way of punishing her for pushing him away. He was like that, brutal, yet subtle, and it was more than pissing her off. Clenching her fists, she stormed out of the bathroom heading straight for his dresser, she tore open his drawers until she found slim black cotton pants that looked like they would fit reasonably well, and one of his short half shirts that bared a majority of her torso. It left a hint of the underside of her breast in view; most people would think it was only a shadow if you didn't look close enough, which of course, every man in the vicinity would look. If she knew the perverts in this town at all; with a sensei and teammates who epitomized the local pervert population, she felt she had a pretty good idea about perverts and their proclivities. She turned to find Sai watching her pull on the pants as he twirled her bikini on the end of his finger and without a word to him, she grabbed the fabric out of his hand, and coming to the conclusion that retreat at this moment was the better part of valor. She raced to the door but stopped, and with a grimace on her face she partially turned to face him.


“Uuh...I just want to say...thanks, it really is beautiful, you know.” She waited for his eventual reply.


“You can leave now, but don't forget your promise.” was his quiet deadpanned reply. She grimaced again as she remembered the promise she had made in exchange for her tattoo. She shakily nodded her head, threw open the door, and rushed through-


Right into a surprised Sasuke, his first still raised as if to knock on the door. Sakura could only stare up into his face, shocked, as he stood looking first at her wet hair, then the clothes she wore...Sai's clothes. From the look in his eyes, he knew just whose clothes they were too.


“Oh shit,” Sakura quietly whispered. Sasuke turned his heated gaze back down to her.


“Yeah, that's what I'd say, you're in a shitload of trouble. Do you know how long we have been looking for you? Did you know how worried all of us were? Well, I guess it doesn't really surprise me that you'd be here fucking him. I'll go tell the others where you are. And don't worry, I won't tell them what you were doing.”


He glared at Sai, turned on his heel, and left a shocked Sakura standing on wobbly legs in the doorway. She felt all her strength leave as she slumped to the ground in a heap, what he had said washing over her, and the contempt in his eyes searing her. She felt Sai come up behind her as hot stinging tears came to her eyes. She shielded away when he placed a hand on her head.


“He's such a dick.” he sighed as he awkwardly petted her hair.
“Shut up Sai, and no he isn't.” she gasped out around sobs...her behavior came to her...she really was a whore. She might as well have slept with Sai, it wasn't like Sasuke would ever believe that she hadn't, even if she showed him the tattoo. Sakura was beginning to to have regrets about her tattoo and she cried all the harder when she realized he would hate it more knowing where it had come from.


“Would you like me to walk you home? Just in case you see one of them?” he asked without emotion.


“No, I'm fine...I...I...just want to be alone right now.” she finally got out as she stood and moved down the stairs that led away from his apartment.


He watched her leave, not feeling remorse at this turn of events, he really felt it was better this way. After all, Sasuke would never have taken notice of anything Sakura did to impress him. Sasuke just didn't care about those kind of things. Sai had been more than a little shocked when Sakura came to him but this all fit perfectly with his plans. Truth was, he had been planning on quietly informing Sasuke of everything that had gone on today, but this was so much better.


Sai pulled on his sandals and following Sakura home paying no attention to the two men in the shadows he passed on the way.

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