Didn't Ask For You to Save Me

Hoyo~! I'm actually trying to get on a weekly schedule with this. We'll see how well that works. XD

Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own it.

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Kabuto made the mistake of underestimating her once. She was far too irrational, and had a bad habit of losing her temper and flying off the handle when goaded. But he forgot that she too, was a genius in her own right.

It was when he woke up one morning only to find his glasses missing that he remembered that very important bit of information. That sneaky little bitch! Throwing off the covers, he dug through his bedside dresser trying to find his emergency pair.

"Looking for something, Kabuto?" The feminine voice stopped him cold, and he scowled at the thick blur that was probably the wall.

"Very funny, Sakura-chan. Give them back." He scowled, his eyes closing briefly as his fingers brushed over the slight indentation on the bridge of his nose. Once he had them, she was going to be in so much trouble. He'd double the dose on the drugs she should've been on, see how well she built up an immunity to that. The mattress shifted beneath him with a telltale squeak of springs and he stiffened.

"I don't remember hearing you say please, that's not very polite." Her breath ruffled his hair, and he lashed out. She caught his fist easily and tsked. "Careful, you might hit your glasses, flailing around like that."

He swallowed visibly, glaring at nothing as his eyes tried to focus on something and failed. She was going to regret this later, he'd make sure of it.

Sakura watched with vindictive glee as Kabuto looked like he'd swallowed something sour. He was rather handsome in his own way. His glasses had always given him a sort of dorky, boyish charm, considering he was an enemy shinobi, of course. It would be so easy to kill him, as defenseless as he was, but she was in enemy territory, and wouldn't make it far before somebody noticed. So for now she'd just enjoy watching Kabuto squirm.

His hair was getting in his eyes, sticking to his skin, and she lowered the fist he'd thrown at her to brush his bangs out of his face. Smirking when he flinched away from her touch, she shook her head.

"Kabuto, I should think you'd know by now that Konoha shinobi don't go out of their way to attack someone who's unarmed." Her fingers stroked his eyebrow, his hair was soft to the touch as she brushed it back from his face.

"And you should know that in war you shouldn't make assumptions." He shifted in her grip and she let out a squeak of surprise as it evolved into a full-blown grappling match. Thankfully Sakura had set aside the pairs of glasses she'd stolen once Kabuto had stopped digging for them, otherwise she'd have had to worry about more than just his fists.

He was rather vicious in hand-to-hand, even without his chakra scalpels he was dangerous, but Sakura gave as good as she got, and in the end, they were hopelessly tangled in his bedding, with Sakura on top. Sucking on her split lip, she pinned his wrists to his pillow, they were both breathing hard. Kabuto was getting pissed and shifting under her before falling back on the mattress, exhausted. Why was it that medics tired out before anyone else, Sakura wasn't sure, but was thankful for it in that moment. Shifting her grip so she could hold both his wrists in one hand, she brushed her hair out of her eyes.

"I think you almost had me for a moment," Sakura's laugh was breathless, and she patted his chest consolingly. "Better luck next time, though."

Silence stretched on between them as they both tried to catch their breath, an awkwardness settling in as they noticed their positioning. Sakura blushed, the hand resting on Kabuto's chest was directly over his heart, and she could feel it beating through the fabric of his shirt. It was pounding from their scuffle of moments before, only just beginning to slow its pace. He had gone still under her, scowling at her bitterly as she ran a fingernail over the dark cloth of his shirt.

He had no idea what she was doing, as he couldn't bloody well see--which was infuriating on its own--but he was starting to get uncomfortable. Already at a disadvantage, but Sakura's current placement was causing a natural reaction that was, in his opinion, annoying. The chill working its way up his spine was distracting, and he tried to ignore it. He needed to get his glasses back.

Sakura froze, her legs tensing around Kabuto as she felt something nudging her, making her cheeks go fiery hot as her brain put two and two together. Oh. She swallowed hard, eyes going wide as she stared at the grey-haired mednin beneath her. Oh goodness.

Kabuto felt Sakura's weight shift on top of him, watching as everything came into focus as he felt his glasses being slid into place. Dark eyes widened in surprise for a moment before he frowned at the flushed face framed by pale pink hair above him. Sakura was worrying her bottom lip with her teeth, and she wasn't looking at him directly. He tried shifting his wrists, and her grip on them tightened. She might have been distracted, but she wasn't distracted enough for him to break out of her grip easily.

Sakura felt sweat beading at her hairline as her hand slipped under his shirt, and Kabuto flinched at her hesitant touch. He was so warm, her palm flattened against his abdomen, feeling the dips and grooves in the quivering muscles that lay just beneath his skin. After a quiet moment of exploration, her curiosity began to outweigh her nervousness, and she pushed his shirt up, exposing a wide expanse of pale, scarred skin pulled tight over muscles and bone.

"What are you doing?" She glanced up from tracing a thin scar along his ribs at Kabuto's pointed question, pale green eyes wide as she fought another blush. Honestly, she really didn't know what she was doing, but when she looked down to run her hand over his side, she felt a smile tug at her lips.

"Honestly, Kabuto, I should think it's time for a bit of payback on my part, seeing as you've had so much time to study me at your leisure." The smile broadened into a rather vindictive grin as she gave his hip a squeeze. His lips pressed into a hard line as he stared at her.

She couldn't be serious.

Little did he know how very, very wrong he was.

The shirt was pushed up so it was bunched around his wrists, the wide collar allowing easy removal without knocking his glasses off, and his hands were bound to his headboard with chakra-enhanced wire. Curiosity focused her expression, and with clinical precision, she folded his sash, set it aside, then let her hands explore. His skin was almost an unhealthy sort of pale, and any bruises he had were livid and dark, rising to the surface quickly. Her fingers pressed against on on his side, and he hissed, the wires whining as he arched, trying to escape from her prodding fingers.

"Where'd you get this one?" The prodding became more of a caress, and Kabuto wet his lips trying to distract himself from the chill down his spine. Narrowing his eyes, he tried to shift so he could see it better, unintentionally rubbing his growing erection against her. Sweat broke out on his forehead and he fell back against his pillow.

"Probably not long after you thought it would be funny to steal my glasses, now let me up, Sakura." He'd lost the polite and light-hearted tone he usually used with her, but it dissolved into a hiss as her hands skimmed over his sides, dragging her nails across his ribs. She seemed to be enjoying getting reactions from him, and Kabuto was annoyed with himself over the fact that she was doing it so easily. Swallowing a groan when she purposefully ground her hips against his while bending over to tease him. He had a sneaking suspicion that the series of lovebites she was trailing down over his collarbone were going to bruise by morning.

The way she would alternate between hesitant touches to confident caresses was confusing the hell out of him in the meantime. She had no problems with latching her mouth onto his jugular and sucking hard enough to make him groan, but the hesitation when her fingers brushed over his waistband made him grit his teeth and force his hips to still. It was a poor way to remind him how long it had been since he'd had a woman trying to get into his pants, and he didn't appreciate it.

"Sakura." Fuck, she was finding that sensitive spot on his hip far too interesting. "I mean it, untie me."

He was not quite expecting the glare she gave him, and the burst of chakra she shunted through his exposed erogenous zones made him groan. "I don't exactly remember you opening my restraints when I asked, Kabuto. Give me one good reason why I should."

He was panting, his cheeks flushed--damn his complexion--and the strangled sound he made when she grabbed the bulge in his pants hard enough to hurt was humiliating to hear. She continued to glare down at him, but he simply gritted his teeth, eyes squeezed shut as he sat it out. So it came as a surprise when he found her lips pressed to his, and she moaned a little when she caught his bottom lip in her teeth and sucked delicately.

The gentle kiss continued as she slid his pants off, pulling back so she could take a look at the throbbing organ that sprang free. He hissed when she wrapped her hand around it, her fingers cool against his overheated skin. She paused, as if unsure of herself, and he wondered if she was a virgin (drugged encounters with Sasuke nonwithstanding, as she wasn't coherent enough at the time to probably remember them later). It would make sense, taking into account her hesitation and the way her cheeks were flushed most likely from embarrassment. She steeled her courage, held her hair back from her face, and suddenly Kabuto was staring at the ceiling, the sound of straining metal in his ears as Sakura trying to swallow him whole made him jerk hard against his restraints. His eyes crossed as she moaned, a hot, wet jolt shooting up his spine.

If she had never done this before, Kami-sama help the man that falls victim to her once she's had some practice.

Kabuto held out as long as he could, it was difficult to do when Sakura put her knowledge of pressure points to use. Blinking the sweat out of his eyes as the ceiling came back into focus, the faint rustle of fabric caught his attention. The wire groaned as he forced himself into a position where he could see what Sakura was up to.

He was rewarded with the sight of Sakura pulling her top off over her head, her bare skin washed pale in the darkness. When she straddled him again, the idea that the drugs hadn't quite worn off of her was highly likely. She reached past his head--Kabuto duly noted that she'd grown quite a bit since he'd first known her, he hadn't really been paying attention when he was warming her up for Sasuke-sama--and feeling returned to his fingers as she snapped the wire. While he was busy massaging his wrists, she untied his ponytail, and he nearly choked when he felt her flood his system with chakra, fully intent on revitalizing his waning erection.

"Sakura--" She cut him off with a kiss, catching both his hands and interlacing their fingers.

"Shhh..." She was painfully tight, or it might have been he was still a bit too sensitive for her rough treatment, but when she placed his hands on her hips where she wanted them, Kabuto was feeling too lightheaded to argue.

When he woke in the morning, Sakura was wrapped around him like a python, her fingers tangled in his hair and his hand resting incriminatingly on her hip. She was plush and warm and made a delightful little moan when he had to shift her to reach his glasses which had thankfully ended up on his bedside dresser again. But Kabuto was unable to enjoy the sensation of her pressed against his side, but rather the first thing going through his mind as he glared down at the sleeping kunoichi was the fact that Sasuke-sama would not be pleased.

Sighing, Kabuto extracted himself from her hold and threw on his clothes. He had to get her cleaned up, back in her own room (he needed to check the restraints again), and get a shower of his own. Glowering sharply at the sleeping girl in his arms, he was beginning to think she was more trouble than she was worth.


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A/N: Comments and crits are appreciated.