Missing Kunai

Disclaimer: Sadly, they aren't mine. Yet I dare to dream.

A/N: This is for my beautiful beta, Gaara's Kunoichi, who demanded some SasuSaku lemony goodness.

This is meant to be a oneshot, but if everyone really likes it, I might a) add a sequel, or b) make it into a full story. So please R&R!

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Sasuke landed from another flawless shuriken attack. He could hear Naruto off in the distance, grumbling and cursing at various things. That damn old pervert had been trying to teach him some new jutsu and while Team Seven had some down time waiting for their mission target to rendezvous with them, Naruto was busy practicing it.

Their mission was to escort a feudal lord from Cloud to Konoha, and the lord and his entourage were running two days later then anticipated. Sasuke had initially said they would just meet him in Cloud, rather than in some tiny city on the border, but for whatever reason, Tsunade insisted that they meet him here.

“Come on, damn it!” he heard Naruto shout.

Sasuke rolled his eyes again. Lord only knows what that pervert taught him this time. His hand slid down to his kunai holster on his leg. Empty. Where the hell were all his kunai? He could’ve sworn he’d had more then the four he used for training this morning.

At that same time he heard metal on metal, followed by a resounding “Yes!” “That dobe took my kunai…” he said with sudden realization. He knew he’d restocked the previous night after that minor skirmish they’d had. Naruto had gotten into a scuffle with a drunk last night on their way into town and Sasuke had utilized kunai before the drunk’s drunken friends could start a mob.

But Naruto had gotten up before him this morning. It had shocked him, waking up and finding the boisterous ninja gone, but when Naruto had enthusiasm for something, especially learning new jutsus to best him, he went all out. It just made sense that the idiot would steal his kunai for his own training. He was careless with his own weapons, being Naruto after all.

There was no point in finding Naruto and trying to secure any for his own training. Interrupting Naruto at this point would be tantamount to a suicide mission. Naruto would either accidentally kill him for approaching and startling him, or on sheer principle for Sasuke seeing his ‘secret new move’ before he was ready.

What the said ‘secret new move’ was, and what it had to do with his kunai, Sasuke had yet to find out, but it didn’t matter. He was in a particularly foul mood, having had a disturbing dream about his brother the previous night, and wanted to take out his aggressions.

Sakura. She would have kunai. The girl was nothing if not a planner, and she would of course bring extra supplies. He decided his best bet at being able to accomplish his goal for the morning was to go back and ask her for some extras. It was going to be troublesome, because she’d want to train with him then, and he wouldn’t be able to push himself for fear of hurting her. Yes, he knew he was being a chauvinist, that Sakura was quite powerful and could take care of herself just fine, but he didn’t want to have to think about it. Perhaps with any luck she would still be asleep and he could slip in, grab his prize, and exit unnoticed.

The inn was small. Sakura had insisted the three of them share a room, but there was no way they could procure a room with three single beds, and no one was willing to share a mattress with anyone else, so it made the most sense for Naruto and Sasuke, being the men, to share a room and Sakura get her own.

Sasuke climbed the stairs to the second floor and knocked on the door. ‘Still asleep,’ he thought, ‘excellent.’ Performing a simple seal, he was able to unlock her door and slip in. The shower was running in the bathroom off to the side of the small room. ‘Well it works,’ he mused. He quickly perused the desk and found her shuriken pouch on the dresser, filled with shuriken, scrolls, and bandages. No kunai. Her red shirt, black shorts, khaki skirt and leg guards were draped casually over a chair. He lifted them up, hoping to find her kunai holster underneath. No such luck.

“Damn,” he muttered under his breath.

He could hear her voice through the partially open door. She was singing. Her voice was actually rather pretty, though why he’d even notice, he wasn’t sure.

His red eyes scanned the room. Her black leg holster was nowhere to be found. “No…” he said with sudden realization. “Why the hell would she take her holster in there and leave everything else out here?”

‘Well,’ his mind goaded, ‘how desperate are you for kunai?’

‘Pretty damn desperate.’ He was a veritable ball of negative energy right now and wanted nothing more than to tear shit up.

He was going to have to do this carefully. He didn’t want to be seen by Sakura, have her think he was a total pervert and get pounded by her massive strength. He didn’t even have any intention of looking at her. ‘Yeah right,’ that little voice in his head said. No, that would be a total violation of her privacy, would rob her of her integrity, her dignity, it would totally upset the balance of their team. It would be completely and utterly wrong.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” he whispered to no one, approaching the cracked door, his sharingan activated.

He peered into the steam filled room. The tiny bathroom was identical to his and Naruto’s. A small sink, commode, and a one-man shower stall with a sliding glass door. He hid himself behind the door, looking into the mirror for any glimpse of her holster. Not on the john, not on the sink, not on the floor. ‘Where the hell is it?’

Sakura’s pretty voice was ringing in his ears as the scent of cherry blossoms filled his senses. He stuck his head around the door in a last ditch effort to find her kunai reserve.

His eyes widened.

His jaw dropped.

Sakura’s back was to him. Her leg was hitched up, her foot balanced on the soap tray. Her body was bent slightly over, giving him a full view of her gorgeous rear and her long, lathered leg, over which she was running a kunai.

Her slender hand held the kunai lightly to her exposed skin, running the sharp blade from her ankle up to her knee before repeating the motion slightly to the right as she made her way around her leg.

Sasuke stood transfixed. He had never seen anything so erotic or mesmerizing in all his life. He took little notice of the black holster on the edge of the stall.

“I’ll spread my wings and I’ll learn how to fly, I’ll do what it takes till I touch the sky…” Sakura sang, completely unaware of the intruder. “I’ll make a wish, take a chance, make a change… and break a-way…”

She set her leg back down and ran the soapy loufa over the rest of her body before pulling her hair off her neck to rinse off. Then she stood back underneath the showerhead, letting the hot water spill over her, running her fingers through her hair, rinsing out the conditioner after the required three minute wait.

‘Oh… my… God…’ Sasuke’s heart hammered in his chest, thudding in his ears. He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t speak, couldn’t think, couldn’t move…

Sakura suddenly felt a presence and looked sharply to the right, but found nothing. “Being silly, Sakura,” she told herself, humming as she stepped out of the shower to dry off.

She wrapped a starch white towel around her body and proceeded to rub her pink lochs dry with a hand towel, stepping out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. She tossed the smaller towel to the floor, reaching out to grab her clothing.

Before she could move she was pinned to the wall, strong hands holding her wrists on either side of her head. She stared wide-eyed in shock. “Sas-”

Her shocked cry was silenced by Sasuke’s lips crashing down upon hers. His tongue ran over her lips, prying them open, demanding entry into her hot, sweet mouth. He could feel Sakura respond, arousing him further. He threw his weight against her, kissing her deeply.

Finally he pulled back to look at her, both breathless. “Sasuke…” she said tentatively, uncertainly. Her eyes were filled with confusion.

With her wrists still locked firmly in his grip, his lips descended on her neck, licking and kissing the soft fair skin down to her shoulder, clavicle, and chest. He stopped when he reached the downy white towel, held in place around her slender form by one end tucked into the other. He gripped the tucked-in end in his teeth and pulled sharply, letting the offending material fall to the floor, leaving Sakura completely exposed to him.

A small gasp escaped Sakura’s lips. She jerked, only to find his grip tighten. She flushed as Sasuke’s eyes shamelessly wandered her body; he smirked in approval.

“Sasuke?” she whispered, her eyes wide in anxiety.

His obsidian eyes, filled with desire, bore into hers. “Sakura,” he said as he leaned in next to her ear, nipping gently. A soft moan escaped her. He pressed his body against hers, continuing with his voice low and seductive, “I want you.”

“Sasu…ke…” she moaned as he continued gently sucking her lobe. His tongue ran circles from her ear down her throat. He nipped lightly at the delicate flesh of her neck, bringing blood to the surface, marking her as his.

Sasuke captured Sakura’s lips in his once more, kissing her deeply, desperately. He could feel her pressing against him, driving him crazy. He released her wrists, keeping her pinned with his body, and ripped his shirt off, tossing it to the side. In the next instant his arms were wrapped around Sakura’s lithe body, her bare soft breasts crushed against his chest. His hands found her firm ass and squeezed, eliciting a gasp from Sakura. He picked her up, wrapping her legs around his waist as he carried her to the bed. His lips locked with hers, their tongues dancing for dominance as he lay over the bed, setting her down and covering her in one fluid motion.

His lips found their way to her small, perfect breasts. He took her right nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue over the tiny bud, nipping gently with his teeth, while his hand groped and massaged her left breast. Sakura’s head rolled back into the pillow, her hands unconsciously tangling into Sasuke’s raven hair. He trailed kisses down the valley of her cleavage before raining similar attentions on her left breast. He bit down on her nipple, causing Sakura to cry out. He licked softly, easing the initial sting.

Sasuke pulled back and looked up at her. She held her hand out to his cheek and he pushed himself against her touch. He stared up at her, his hand encircling the wrist of the hand she held to him, his free hand finding hers. He sat up, straddling her, holding her hands in his and dragging them down his muscled chest. Sakura paused as their hands reached the waistband of his shorts. “Sakura…” Sasuke’s black eyes bore into hers, his voice reminding her of silk, “touch me.”

She nodded slowly, her gaze still locked with his. She lowered her eyes to his waistband, her trembling fingers fumbling slightly with the button. His hands quickly aided her, undoing the button and pulling down the zippered fly. She pulled his shorts down, eyeing his manhood as it sprung free. Sasuke leaned forward, propping himself up on his arms and covering her as he kicked them off, not caring where they landed.

Her delicate fingers slowly encircled his member, running her fingertips over the sensitive skin. A shiver ran through him. He closed his eyes, hanging his head as he savored the feeling of Sakura’s soft hands pumping him.

Sakura stared at Sasuke, admiring him, how his usually beautiful features were twisted in concentration, or something else. She studied him as she continued her exploration of his instrument, releasing him before running a single finger up the underside of his member, massaging him by applying small pressure at various points. Sasuke groaned as her fingertips lightly grazed his balls before coming back to encircle him completely again.

He let his weight fall onto her a bit as he ran his right hand down her body, over the curve of her hip before finding her center. He met her wide eyes and smiled dangerously as he slipped a finger into her hot folds.

Sakura’s shock quickly faded as she moaned her pleasure. Sasuke’s thumb made circles around her clit as his fingers went in and out of her. Her fingers slipped from his erection and clutched at the sheets. Sasuke smirked in satisfaction, watching Sakura’s head roll from one side to the other.

“Sasuke…” She could feel fire in the pit of her stomach, burning, the feeling that any moment she was going to explode taking her over. She looked up at Sasuke to see a smug grin on his face. Without warning, he withdrew his digits from her, bringing them up to his mouth and licking. Sakura flushed with embarrassment. Sasuke leaned back down and kissed her hard and Sakura forgot her shyness, lost once more in his deep kiss.

He positioned himself at her entrance, his black eyes meeting her green ones, locked in understanding. He slid in painfully slowly until he met resistance. His hands found hers and he intertwined their fingers. His obsidian eyes locked with hers. She nodded.

Sasuke thrust his hips forward, tearing through her barrier. He captured her lips in his, kissing her softly, reassuringly, as he slowly withdrew before pushing in once more.

Sakura bit back the initial pain, not wanting to cry or appear weak in front of Sasuke. His lips caressed hers, his tongue running teasingly over her bottom lips as he nipped and bit and kissed her over and over. His thrusts were steady and controlled and she could feel the pain dulling away, being replaced with something far better.

Sasuke’s heart hammered in his chest as he pounded in and out of Sakura’s tight center. He stared at her gorgeous face, losing himself in eyes greener than he’d ever realized. He readjusted himself, propping himself up on both arms to drive into her better.

Sakura screamed out as Sasuke thrust into her, hitting a part of her being she wasn’t aware existed. Her hands wrapped around him, digging her nails into his back. A sly smirk played at Sasuke’s features as he drove into her again, hitting that same spot that made Sakura shudder and tremble in his arms. He continued thrusting, feeling Sakura’s tight grip on him, and that sensation in his center, letting him know he was nearing his end. He suspected Sakura was too.

His dark bangs hung in his face as he tried to control his last thrusts. Her hand brushed the hair away; she wanted to see his face. “Sa…” he groaned, “Sa…”

Sakura’s back arched off the mattress, digging her nails into Sasuke, clinging to him desperately, screaming his name as blinding waves of ecstasy overtook her.

Sasuke could feel her contract around him, sending him over the edge. “Sakura!” he grunted, shaking as the last waves of their pleasure coursed through him. Then he fell on top of her, spent.

Both tried to regain their breath, chests rising and falling against one another. Sasuke buried his face in her neck, her hair, her scent. He could feel Sakura holding him tightly to her. After a few moments, he regained some of his strength, propping himself up on an elbow to look at her. Her hand met his cheek in a tender display of affection.

Sasuke stared into her big green eyes and contemplated what he’d just done.

He’d just indulged a moment’s lust with a friend and teammate, one who had loved and adored him for years. He’d used her feelings for him to satisfy his own selfish desires. He should feel like a total bastard.

Yet he didn’t. Staring at Sakura, taking in the warmth and beauty that emanated from her like a soft glow, he realized that he wanted her, all of her, always, for his own.

“Sasuke-kun?” she said softly, interrupting his thoughts. A sweetly concerned expression played at her features.

“Sakura…” he kissed her before setting his head down on the softness of her breasts, his arms wrapping around her in a possessive embrace. She stroked his hair, her fingers dancing lightly on his back. They stayed like this for long moments. His eyelids grew heavy. “Mine… my Sakura…” his voice trailed off as sleep overtook him.

“Always,” she whispered, knowing he couldn’t hear.