Dark Truths Undiscovered

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any of it's characters. Nor do I own the songs used within.


I know, it’s not that long, sorry. Don’t be too made at me. There is lemon here so I hope you enjoy it. Also in response to the e-mail I got asking why this story is moving so quickly.. I know most of my others are longer… a lot longer. I don’t want this to be a 30 chapter fic. I could make it one, but I would like to keep it shorter than that. I hope that the timeline isn’t too jacked up for you all. Thanks to the reviewers, you make my heart happy J The next lemon is going to be just for you guys!

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Naruto laid Sasuke down on the bed in the cabin of the ship, tying him firmly with chakra infused rope. He didn’t know if or when Sasuke would wake but he did know that the bastard would be pissed.

He stared down at the man who had once been his best friend, in many ways still was.

Time had changed Sasuke, far more than the brief encounter in Sound when they were teens. His pale face was flawless, bearing no signs of expression. Not even the smallest of smile lines. The jet black hair still stuck up behind him, the only thing that hadn’t changed it seemed.

He was taller, broader of shoulder. His arms were nearly as thick as Naruto’s. He scowled down at the other for a long moment before sighing. Gently he brushed the dark hair from Sasuke’s brow.

“I should be more than pissed at you Teme” he muttered, “But right now I am just happy to have you back.”

He turned and left the cabin striding across the narrow hall of the ship to the opposite cabin, where Deidara and Itachi both lay under Sakura’s watchful eye. They had yet to speak at length and Naruto was dying to shake some sense into her, but no, she continued to coddle and cluck at two S-class criminals.

It was Shika that had calmed him. “You have no idea what she’s been through, but you know as well as I that if they had ever truly been unkind to her, she wouldn’t give a damn about taking them back to Konoha to stand trial. Give her time to do what she does best and then hear her out Naruto.”

Shino warned him to be cautious but agreed with the lazy genius. He set his insects to hover in the cabin with the sleeping Uchiha.

So here Naruto was now, standing in the doorway of the cabin, watching as Sakura settled Itachi’s head against the linens.

“How is Sasuke?” she asked. She’d already checked him and was certain he just needed rest from the attack.

Naruto grunted, “Secured.” She nodded and returned to the task at hand, blue eyes watching every move, every touch.

If possible the elder Uchiha was even more pale and though he said nothing, offered no sound, Naruto could sense a great deal of pain.

He broke from his inspection when he heard Sakura’s voice, soft but chastising, “Why Itachi?” she demanded, “You know that you can’t keep doing this..I can‘t fix it all!”

Itachi sighed, a long suffering sound that Naruto could well sympathize with, “He’d have taken you if you I hadn’t, or he’d have gotten away. Is that what you wished little Anbu?”

She shook her head with a sigh of her own, “You couldn’t just knock the hell out of him and call it good? I swear Itachi, sometimes I could kill you.”

"You wish" he muttered with soft sigh.

She moved to the other bed, checking Deidara’s bandages and grimaced.

“He’s in bad shape” she whispered suddenly, tearfully. Her green eyes flooded with a hot torrent of tears and she sank to the floor beside the blonde man’s bed. Her hand clutching his as she buried her face near his shoulder, “It’s all my fault!”

Itachi hissed as he tried to sit up but Naruto pressed him back, crossing the floor on swift feet. He pulled her up into his arms and she sobbed against his chest, her body shaking with the force of them. “All my fault!”

Naruto rubbed her back, trying his best to soothe her, “No it wasn’t” he assured her, his blue eyes falling to the other blonde.

He’d be lucky if he made it. Naruto silently thanked him for saving Sakura. “Not your fault Sakura. You shouldn’t think like that.”

Itachi spoke up then, “But you made him come here didn’t you?” he asked, his voice dark and rich as always. Devoid and empty of anything. “He came at your command, and he protected you with his own body during the fall.”

She was nodding against Naruto's chest, her tears increasing and Naruto wanted to string Itachi on wire to make a necklace for Baa-chan at the moment.

He glared at the elder Uchiha who merely grunted, “So logical Sakura” he mused, “You’ve got it all worked out in that head of yours haven’t you. Women, never ones to really think anything through…”

Naruto had had just about enough, “Say one more word Itachi and I swear to all the gods that I will rip your throat out with my bare hands and feed you to Kyuubi.” His voice was hard and hot, his tone a rare one but even Sakura shivered in his arms from it.

Itachi ignored him, “Who is Deidara?” he asked, “Tell me Sakura. Say it out loud.” He stared sightlessly through the bandage at the ceiling waiting.

Sakura felt the soft vibration in Naruto’s chest and knew that he was angry. Livid. She pulled back enough to meet his gaze and willed him to hold it together. She slowly turned to face Itachi and then glanced back at the bed holding the artist.

“Deidara is…..” she began in a soft, halting voice, “An S-class criminal wanted for murder and many other things according to the bingo book. He is an artist who uses chakra and clay to create living art which he can use. He is an expert in demolitions, the finest bomb maker to be found, and a ranked member of Akatsuki.”

Itachi nodded, “What else?”

She sucked in a breath moving to stand over the strange man, her fingers stroking through long flaxen hair, “He is funny, a pervert, strong, a good fighter, he has a gentle heart and a good soul. He is…..” her voice broke and she made herself go on, “He is my friend, a dear one”.

She lifted wide green eyes back to Naruto when she finished, “And he isn’t going to Konoha as a prisoner.”

Itachi chuckled across the room and Naruto turned to glare at him, but the elder kept on, “So tell me Sakura is someone like him really likely to be bullied by a pink haired scrap of a woman? I think not, He came because he also wished it and protected you because you are his friend. There is no guilt between such people.”

He pulled his bandage low to pin her with a stare.

She bent down to press a kiss on Deidara's bandaged cheek, a tear slipping over to stain the paleness of it. Then she turned to Itachi and leaned over him pressing a kiss to his brow, then she tugged his bandage back over his eyes.

“I’ll be back in a while to check on you, promise that you will sleep for a while.”

She didn’t really expect an answer and he didn’t give one.

She straightened and faced Naruto, “Time to answer some questions” she said quietly. Naruto nodded and turned, leading the way to his cabin. He held the door open for her and allowed her to pass before closing it firmly behind them.

No sooner had he closed the door and turned than he found his arms full of Sakura. She pinned him to the door, pressing hungry kisses to his lips which he returned with equal fervor. His arm slid around her waist drawing her hard against him, his large hand fisting in the back of her pink hair.

Sakura whimpered under his kiss, his tongue boldly stroking over hers in blatant possession. Her hands threaded in his spiked golden hair, gripping him tightly as though afraid he might vanish like a dream. They ravaged each other for long minutes pulling apart for breath, panting heavily.

“That’s one hell of a welcome” he told her, some of his fears eased with her affection towards him. “What happened Sakura? From the beginning.”

She sighed, trying to collect her thoughts in some organized manner to tell him what he needed to know. She walked over to sit on his bed, threading her fingers through her hair, “There is so much.” she muttered.

Naruto folded his arms across his chest, remaining against the door. She blinked at him, “Aren’t you going to come sit with me?” she asked.

He shook his head and she looked hurt but he smiled, “If I don’t stay right here, your clothes are coming off and we both know what’ll happen then. This first. Then that.”

She blushed at his words though she was no stranger to his touch. “Fine!” she cried out in mock exasperation. She began with the night she had been taken, waking up with Akatsuki. She had to assure Naruto several times that they had not been unkind to her.

Except that once, the time that Deidara’s hands had woken her up to licks on the face. She’d shrieked like a scalded cat from it.

She chuckled thinking about it now, though no less grossed out. “So then we went to Sound”. She continued on for over an hour telling him what he had come to know. What she had uncovered with the help of Akatsuki.

Naruto stood in shock, “So you knew” he said, “Knew that I was close behind you and you didn’t even try to get away? Not once?”

She frowned at him, “Would you have?” she shot back, “Knowing that you had a chance to rescue Sasuke? Would you have tried, would you have run away?”

He had the good grace to blush, “Probably not” he agreed, “But I’m not like you.” She snorted, getting angry jumping to her feet.

She arched a delicate pink brow, “What is the difference?” she demanded to know, hands on her hips.

Naruto stepped closer to her and smirked, “What was it he used to say? You lack penis.”

Sakura slapped his arm, laughing, “This is not the time for jokes” she admonished.

He scratched the back of his head, “You looked ready to cry what was I supposed to say?”.

She sank back to the bed, “Don’t you understand Naruto? Itachi is dying, if Sasuke can awaken the Mangekyo sharingan he’s as good as dead. It will kill him.”


He nodded, serious now. “I know that Sakura. But we have him now, we can tell him, show him the medical files. It is Sasuke and even though he’s changed, no man I know wants to die, except maybe Itachi. Hey Sakura? Does it hurt? The mangekyou?”

She nodded, “Very much so. I don’t know how he can live like that.”

Naruto finally came and sat beside her, taking her hand in his and sighed, “Well you certainly have given me a lot to think about. The killer of Konoha… isn’t.”

He rubbed her bandaged arm lovingly, “I was so worried for you” he admitted, “And Tsunade. Everyone really. When you called for me and then you were gone I thought I would die. I had to track you down as soon as possible. I thought I had lost you, like we lost Sasuke.”

He buried his face in her hair, inhaling her scent and hugged her close.

She wrapped her arms around him and let her tears leak from the corners of her eyes, “I was missing you so much.” She lifted her face towards his, drawing his face down her hers. Fingers tracing the whiskers adorning his handsome cheeks.

He closed the distance between them, once more laying his lips over hers. Nipping her bottom lip, his tongue slipping out to lap across the pillow of the flesh. She sighed, opening for him and moaned when his tongue tangled with hers. His hands slid over her shoulders, lower, finding the hem of her shirt and pulling it over her head.

He tossed it over his shoulder as he bore her down on the bed beneath him. Her hands tore at his coat, and he shrugged out of it, dropping it on the floor. He retuned pressing himself to her, his mouth hot and hungry on her own.

She shivered when those callused hands trailed over her bare stomach and to her sides, teasing feather light patterns over her pale ribs. Her nails were trailing lightly down his back as he attacked her neck with open mouthed kisses, suckling at the junction of her shoulder.

She whimpered, straining against him. Soft, pale hands stroked over his shoulders, over his stomach, feeling the muscles jump beneath her touch. She grabbed the waistband of his pants, fighting with the buttons holding them closed.

She managed to work them free and tugged impatiently to get them down around his hips. She lifted her legs around his waist and used her bare feet to slide them down his body. He kicked them off his legs, even as his own hands sought the zippers to her pants.

They were flung in some unseen direction to land with a soft sound. She lay before him clad only in pale pink panties and Naruto stared down at her for along minute.

“You have no idea how much I missed you” he breathed. Sakura could beg to differ, his body made it only too clear but she did like to hear him say it.

He pulled the cover over them when she shivered and settled his weight between her thighs, his lips returning to hers, gently this time, teasing and tasting, touching and taking. Making her legs slide against his in restless motions.

With one hand braced beside her head, he brought the other to her chest, covering the plump mound. His fingers finding and toying with the coral peak there. Her nipples were already hard from the chill in the air, and his touches made them ache with the odd heaviness of lust.

He nipped his way down her throat and across her collarbone.

Her back arched as he blew across the pink pebble, “Tell me you missed me Sakura, say it again” he murmured, lips ghosting over her breast.

She sucked in a ragged breath, feeling her blood heat in a way that only he had ever been capable of achieving, “I missed you.” she whispered, her voice hushed, breathy, seductive.

He pressed a reverent kiss to the crown of her breast, and then his hot mouth closed over it, making her cry out and rise to meet him. His tongue swirled around the puckered nipple, his teeth catching it to gently tug, then he suckled hard against her.

The resulting tugs echoed in her womb, making her muscles contract in a delicious way. Her head fell to the side as he turned his attention to the neglected mound lavishing it with the same tormenting attentions, even as his hand slipped lower to tear that scrap of pink from her thighs.

He cupped her, feeling her thighs part to allow him access. She was wet, the slick honey clinging to her folds like dew to morning flowers. His thumb found the hidden bundle of nerves and he rubbed slow circles there. Making her whimper and arch against him.

“I love the sounds you make for me Sakura” he purred to her, pressing a kiss to the valley of her breasts. He nipped his way across her stomach to trail his tongue over hip and then to her inner thigh, slowly teasing his way higher with artful brushes of a flame hot tongue.

And then he was there, mouth on her sex and her hands flew to his hair clutching tightly, her head thrashing on the linens.

He feasted on her like an exotic fruit, his tongue making broad passes into her canal then teasing in dancing circles over the bud higher at the apex. It was here that he focused his efforts, his thick fingers sliding into her hungry entrance.

She moaned loudly, cried out for him, gasped. Each new touch bringing a new sound. Music to the ears of the devilish man slurping between her legs at the moment. Then he did IT. The thing that never failed to send her headlong over the edge.

He made a request. One that he didn’t make often, knowing it would make her blush eight shades of red later, despite the fact that it was very hot.

“Look at me Sakura” he said and her jade green eyes fell to his whiskered face. She watched as his tongue slid out to lap at her pearl and despite her best efforts she couldn’t look away.

Her breath hitched and her body tightened, and she lost herself in the brilliant blue of his eyes even as she shattered under his touch. Her shriek rang in his ears but he didn’t care, he gave a final tender lick as her eyes slid shut. Her body trembling, tight and shining with a fine sheen of sweat.

He slid up her body and kissed her nose. A moment later, she opened her eyes, threw her arms around him and he filled her with one smooth, powerful thrust. He caught her knees on his elbows and leaned over plunging into her forcefully.

Sakura’s toes curled against his legs, even the sensation of the hairs against her feet was blissful. He stretched her, filled her then retreated only to do it again. Her voice came out in strangled sounds that only he could understand and she clung to him.

Naruto buried his face against her neck, her body was tight and hot around him. Too long, he’d been unable to hold her for too long. Now to have her was a torturous heaven. He felt her bite his shoulder and quickened his pace, snapping his hips against hers in a rough staccato.

He had angled himself to strike that hidden part of her, making her cry out sharply with each thrust. His own breath was coming hard as the coil in his gut tightened and the fire in his blood roared out of control. He dropped on of her legs to the bedding, his hand grasping her hip to keep her close to him, as though being inside was not enough.

“Oh! Oh gods Naruto!” she cried out, feeling her senses blur, colors flashing before her eyes. She was close, so close. “Almost there!”

Naruto felt his own release thundering down on him, and reached between them to pinch her pearl. The result was immediate. Her teeth sank into his shoulder and her cry was muffled against him. Her body clamped painfully down on his but he didn’t mind in the least.

Her muscles fluttered around him, coaxing, teasing, milking until he groaned her name, feeling his sac tighten and then the world exploded in a rush of white.

He rolled to his side a moment later, taking her with him. His arms wrapped around her tightly as he panted into her damp hair. Hearts thundered in the stillness and within Kyuubi retreated. Naruto felt himself relax fully, the familiar warm weight of her against him soothing him as words never could.

Sakura snuggled close to his side, breathing in the combined scent of them and sighed.

“Love you” she whispered, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. He returned the kiss to her hair and murmured his warm reply.

For the first time in a long while, Sakura fell asleep in the arms of the golden shinobi.