It Wasn't Love

Tayuya loved the game she and Sasuke played with each other.

Neither had meant to start it, and neither knew when it had

started, just that it had. It could have been days, weeks,

or months, but it felt like it had been years. Sensual looks

here, teasing movements or remarks there, suggestive

whispers, slight touches…



It was a highly sexually charged game that so far hadn't

even led to kissing. Last week, they were alone in the

forest training. They were telling each other of their

latest mission, and before the conversation ended they were

an inch from each other's face, suggestively rubbing noses,

lightly brushing each other's lips. She had ran her hands up

and down the front of him, as his groped her back. That was

as far as it had gotten before both retreated panting and

wearing highly amused smiles.



How sweet it would have been to give in, to enjoy each

other's bodies as they had both wanted, but then the game

would be over. And the game was such deliciously sweet

torture that the thought of ending it was painful. Tayuya

found it extremely erotic to tease her senses with Sasuke's

touch, his voice, his sweet hot breath…



Seeing the dark-eyed man in front of her now made her want

to give in to her desires, and end the game all together.





He had to be the sexiest thing alive. She didn't love him,

and she knew he didn't love her, neither of them would be

fool enough to let that happen, but she didn't need to love

him to want him. And oh how she wanted him.



She watched the black clad figure of Sasuke rummage around

in the kitchen. She had no idea what he was looking for, and

she really didn't care; she just wanted to look at him. His

black top, the one he wore for especially stealthy missions,

molded to his form in such a way that she could make out the

cut and shape of his perfect abs and pectorals when he

moved. It was not skin tight, but it hugged his torso

sinfully, and left his muscled arms blissfully uncovered.





She watched him move from cupboard to cupboard. He was a

tall lithe figure. His movements smooth and graceful like a

panther. Yes… Sasuke was a beautiful but deadly creature.

And she wanted him. She wanted the Uchiha so bad she'd kill

just to have one hour with him. She watched the muscles of

his exposed upper arms contract and flex with his movements.

She could imagine herself gripping those arms… She licked

her lips.



Catching sight of her actions from the corner of his eye, he

turned to her and smirked. It was such an arrogant and

teasing smirk. It matched his personality perfectly, and she

loved it.



She eyed his body suggestively, soaking in the sight of him

in his tight black shirt. His pants were normal black ninja

pants, they were not tight, but they fit him well. They were

tailored just for him, and she marveled at they way they

accented the curve of his ass.



'Screw the game!' She thought. 'I want him!'


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Sasuke watched as Tayuya ever so slowly rose from her seat

at the counter and made her way toward him. Her walk was

slow but purposeful, her hair hanging in a wild mass around

her face. She'd given up wearing the bindings on her head.

She looked feral, and Sasuke felt a strong urge to tame her,

show her who was dominant. He stopped his kitchen search and

studied the woman stalking toward him.



She wore a very dark purple silk robe. It was not

transparent, but it was thin and it hid nothing. The silky

material fell over every curve, showed the exquisite shape

of everything beneath it. She was a stunningly built woman,

supple and muscular. He enjoyed looking at her.



Tayuya was very attractive to Sasuke. She trained hard. She

was a highly skilled warrior, and she understood him. They

were creatures of the same kind, distant, cold, angry…





He didn't love her, and he knew she didn't love him, that

was their way. That was why they got on as well as they did.

They had no attachments to each other and they never would.

They were just two people wanting to enjoy the carnal

delights of being human. It was something they knew they may

never get to experience, not under Orochimaru's command, but

that didn't bother them.



They had no resentment to life under Orochimaru, it just was

what it was, and neither of them would be anywhere else.

They would fight for him, protect him, die for him, and not

because they loved him, but because they owed him. Without a

doubt they respected him, but that wasn't what fueled them

to be loyal to him. It was purely give and take. Orochimaru

gave and they gave; he took and they took. It was that

simple.



It was so early in the morning Tayuya was still in her

sleeping clothes. Sasuke had had a short mission, and only

just returned an hour ago. She'd come straight from her

chamber to see him. Of course she played it up like she only

just woke up and came to the kitchen for a drink, and he

only pretended to be searching for something in the

cupboards, not wanting to leave her company yet.



She stopped in front of him and leaned against the counter.

He stepped closer to her. She grabbed one of his hands,

entirely too turned on by the idea that that hand had just

assassinated an important person, and massaged it. "How did

it go?" She whispered, rubbing her fingers reverently over

his hand, mesmerized at the feel of his flesh in her hand.





He leaned forward, his body just barely touching the length

of hers, and inhaled deeply. He could smell the fragrance of

hyacinths on her. He smirked; she knew he liked that smell.

She was out to play rough today… but so was he.



"Success." He whispered, brushing her earlobe with his lips.

"I snuck up behind the bastard and snapped his neck."





Tayuya closed her eyes at the sound of his deep rich voice,

dizzy with desire. She shivered at the feel of his hot

breath against her ear and neck, and tilted her head in

reflex, allowing him better access, begging for the touch of

his mouth. His lips brushed her ear, and she ever so

slightly moaned, whispering his name. "Unnn. Sasuke."

He closed his eyes at her barely audible moan, and her

sensuous whisper of his name. He smiled wickedly against her

ear, leaned against her fully, touching the side of his face

to hers, and for the first time he placed a light kiss

beside her ear. "What do you want Tayuya?" He asked in a low

sensual voice, rubbing his face against hers, nuzzling her

ear and neck, fighting the desire to ravage her mouth.





She nearly wept with desire when she heard his question. She

raked her hands through his hair roughly gabbing it and

pulling his mouth to her neck. She craved his touch so badly

she thought she'd pass out. "I… want…" He suckled her neck

and she groaned, rubbing one of her legs against his.

"Sasuke."



The scent of hyacinths surrounded him as she roughly pressed

his mouth against her neck. She tilted her head to the side

giving him better access. He obliged her, sucking on the

curve of her neck and shoulder, running his tongue along her

jaw line. "I'm not going to walk away this time." He half

whispered, half groaned, teeth grazing her sensitive skin.





She rubbed her leg suggestively against his, wrapping it

around him, stroking his strong calves with a curved foot,

running her fingers through his deliciously dark hair,

grasping handfuls of it and pulling. 'God she wanted him to

fuck her.'



"Unnn," he groaned, running his hand along her leg, fisting

her silky robe in his hand pulling it up, allowing the silk

to caress her thigh. The other went up to caress her

voluptuous chest, lightly brushing the ends of her breasts

with the palm of his hand. "So delicious…"



The feel of his warm hands stroking her thighs and breasts

made her whimper in need. "Mmm… God… Sasuke."



"Tell me what you want." He groaned, still working over her

neck, kissing his way up from her collarbone to her mouth.





"I want… you… now… Sasuke… Unn."



He kissed her, open-mouthed, hungrily, and as if possessed

they stumbled across the kitchen, grabbing at each other's

clothes, grasping, pulling, ripping…



He grasped her thighs roughly, lifting them and she wrapped

them tightly around his waist as he placed her on the table,

grinding his hips against hers. She still wore her

underwear, he his pants.



She gripped the front of his pants, her last obstacle, and

frantically pulled, hands shaking in anticipation. She felt

him smile against her mouth as he kissed her, and then she

felt his hands grip hers pulling them away. She grunted in

protest until she saw him removing the barrier she'd had so

much trouble with, and smile in wicked elation at the sight

of his body.



She grabbed at him, flesh, hair, whatever she could get a

hold of… she wanted to touch him, wanted him touching her…

He gave into her frantic demand to be close, molded himself

against her and viciously ripped her underwear away.





She closed her eyes in bliss as she felt him enter her.

"Mnnn." They both simultaneously groaned, neither moving,

waiting for the euphoric feeling to settle.



"God you feel good." He whispered, kissing her full on the

mouth, slowly, open-mouthed. His tongue traced her lips,

explored her mouth.



Tayuya sucked on his tongue, let her tongue caress his,

dance with it. She gripped his shoulders tight as he began

to move inside her, wonderfully, achingly, slowly… He held

her tightly against him, loving the feeling of their bodies

rubbing deliciously against each other.



"Yessss." She breathed out. "Your mine."



"Mmm," He groaned in answer. She just felt so fucking good.

"God Tayuya."



The slow dance of their bodies and sensual caresses soon

became fevered thrusting and possessive scratching.


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Tayuya lay back on the table wanting to see her lover more

fully. Her eyes drank in his taught muscles, marveled at

the way they stretched and flexed as he moved inside her.

He was so beautiful, so perfectly sculpted, and he felt so

good inside her.



She felt the pleasure he was giving her building, she rolled

her eyes back, tears streaming down her face in unbearable

pleasure. His thrusts felt so good. God she thought she'd

die. "Your mine Uchiha." She ground out through euphoric

bliss as the pleasure reached a blinding pinnacle. "Your

mine to do with as I please."



She sat up, gripping his hair roughly, feeling his hot

breath ghost against her skin as he breathed heavily in her

ear. "If anyone else even dares touch you… I'll kill them."

She growled out when she heard him cry her name in climax.





And neither one loved the other, but it hadn't been about

love. It had been about pleasure, but having experienced

that pleasure neither wanted to share it with another. She'd

said she'd kill anyone who dared touch him, and he knew he'd

not allow another to touch her. But it wasn't love.


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