Aiyoku

Aiyoku
Passion

By Tsukashi

Disclaimer: The characters Sakura and Itachi are from the series Naruto. Naruto is created/owned by Masashi Kishimoto. I lay no claims, nor receive any gain from said characters.

Summary: Sakura is about to freeze to death and finds the most unlikely of saviors, Itachi. Ita/Saku PWP blanket fic oneshot

Notes: This fic is unbeta’ed. Since I am lazy lately, I’m sure it is riddled with mistakes so if you find any, please ignore. For those of you who were waiting for this one, sorry it took so long to get it finished. I know that many of you are waiting for updates on my other Ita/Saku stories, I will be continuing them. Hopefully soon.

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His face was covered in shadows; it was always covered in shadows. He only came to her in the dead of night. Her nerves tingled in anticipation as he neared, his hands pinning her wrists above her head in an iron grip she was unable to break. Nobody was strong enough to hold her yet he could, and she found being at his mercy all the more erotic.

He leaned down and nuzzled her neck, and she allowed her head to fall back, granting him access. He ran his nose along her jaw line, breathing her scent, tickling her skin, driving her wild. He made it to her earlobe, and his tongue traced the shell of her ear, turning her knees to butter.

She turned her face towards his, and he yelled something unintelligible. She tried to ask him what he had said, but no words came from her lips. Again he yelled something, and the smell of smoke filled her nostrils.

Sakura jerked awake and cursed as she quickly got to her feet. Their train was under attack. She cautiously entered the smoky hallway, and shouts could be heard up and down the corridor. And suddenly she was in it. She was pissed about being woken from her dream and took it out the first enemy she encountered. He barely saw it coming before a charka laden palm sent him flying into the wall behind. The force of her blow was so hard that he seemed to hang from the wall for a moment before he slid down the wall, his eyes turning glassy before drifting closed.

A second ninja stood slack jawed, frozen in place from horror. Sakura had not burned off her anger yet, and turned. Seeing his doom in her eyes, he quickly fled to the next cabin in a panic.

She stalked him to the next cabin, but the wily bastard was already through the next door and climbing the ladder that lead to the roof. Quickly climbing the ladder, she found herself facing the enemy on the treacherous footing of the roof of a train barreling through Ice Country in the middle of the night. Seeing her slip on the icy surface, the nin gained some of his confidence back. He was comfortable fighting on the cold, slick surface.

Knowing that she had superior hand to hand skills, he used ninjutsu. They battled for several minutes, and he lured her in using a predictable pattern. When she knew what his next move would be, he threw her off by throwing several senbon needles and moving in with a sharp kick to her midsection. As he had planned, Sakura slipped trying to dodge the needles, and his kick sent her flying from the train.

Sakura felt anger at herself as she fell in what seemed like slow motion, time speeding up again as the train zoomed away into the night leaving Sakura stranded in the middle of Snow Country with too few clothes on to be out in the elements for long. She banged her fist on the icy ground leaving a sizable crater.

With no villages for as far as the eye could see, Sakura decided to head for the nearest visible form of shelter which were the mountains several miles distant. She knew they were riddled with ice caves, and would provide some protection from the biting wind at the very least. Walking across the open plains in the middle of the night was going to be hell. The wind sent shivers wracking her frame and she huddled in upon herself as she set a steady pace, attempting to conserve as much body heat as possible.

The mountains loomed near, but her entire body felt stiff from the cold, it was hard to keep moving. The need to find shelter burned in her brain, the only thing that kept her feet moving one in front of the other.

There was a sense of unreality, Sakura felt like she was walking in a dreamlike state. Feeling had long left her limbs, and her gait was stumbling and clumsy. The thought of lying down was so very tempting. The reason why she needed to find warmth was eluding her. She didn’t feel her knees give out; it was the changed perception of her surroundings that told her. A persistent nagging part of her brain told her that this should matter, but she was having a hard time remembering why.

Something caught her attention, and Sakura thought her eyes were deceiving her. It looked like light was coming from the ice. A fire? Maybe she really was dreaming. It took several attempts to rise to her feet, but through sheer willpower, she managed to get up.

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Itachi tensed, ready to attack when he felt another chakra signature closing in on him. Kisame wasn’t due back for at least another day. Whoever it was did not bother to mask their presence at all. When she stumbled into sight, shivering and obviously close to hyperthermia, Itachi allowed himself to relax slightly.

Sakura made out a shape crouched next to a fire, but was unable to see any features due to the shadows. “Fire,” she managed to stammer out from stiff lips.

Itachi nodded slightly, dropping back from his half crouched position next to the fire. He recognized her, but saw no reaction from her, so either she had not realized who he was, or was too cold to care. He didn’t ask why she was wandering around Snow Country in the middle of the night with no coat on.

She saw the shadowy figure gesture for her to join him and with mumbled gratitude, collapsed as close to the fire as she could, trying to bring warmth to her extremities. Her brain was muddled from the cold, her thoughts sluggish and the analytical medic in her knew that she wasn’t out of the woods yet.

She fought herself to stay awake and began to recite medical techniques to keep herself awake. Forcing herself to remember each step of the process in order. Itachi listened in silence to her whispered words; he knew what she was doing. When she paused overlong as if trying to remember a detail, he noted she had fallen asleep. Her lips had a blue hue to them and shivers wracked her frame, she was in danger of dying.

Sakura was drifting when she heard a velvety voice calling her and telling her to wake up. She didn’t want to wake up, why was it so important anyway? She felt herself being jostled and sluggishly opened her eyes. They rolled back in her head as her eyelids tried to stay closed. A second attempt was not much better.

The smooth voice called to her again, and she could feel warmth from him next to her, she opened her eyes a third time and was finally able to focus on his face. The first thing she noticed was how handsome he was. The shadows played across his features and she was unsure if his eyes and hair were black or if it was a trick of the firelight making them appear that dark.

Without thought she reached up and touched his face and whispered, “handsome.”

A startled expression crossed his face, whatever he had been expecting, that was certainly not it. Her eyes started to drift back closed but his softly spoken words caused them to reopen, “Sakura, you can’t fall asleep.”

“But I’m so tired,” she whined plaintively.

“Your hands are like ice, you’re too cold.”

“Yes, too cold,” she murmured drunkenly, her head lolling to the side, “you’re warm.”

Itachi sighed, would he live to regret what he was about to do later? She didn’t struggle as he lifted her setting her in the middle of his bedding. He stripped her, putting her onto the side closer to the fire before removing most of his own clothing and quickly slipping in next to her, throwing their clothes and his cloak over top of the blankets for extra warmth.

He forced himself not to move away from the chill of her skin against his. He was cold enough as it was, and gooseflesh covered him. He rubbed his already cold feet across her icy legs and feet to cause friction. She burrowed closer to him, and his skin jumped reflexively as her icy hands found his chest. He bit his lip as she tucked them into the warmth a few inches below his armpits and forced himself not to pull her hands away. His hands rubbed swiftly across her back.

Her warm breath tickled his chest as she sighed, “warm.”

“Yes, warm, but don’t sleep yet, Sakura.”

“Hai, hai,” was her drowsy reply.

He told her to recite an especially difficult medical ninjutsu he knew and she began murmuring it with ease, her lips brushing the skin just below his collar bone as she spoke. His nerves tingled in the vicinity of his groin, he knew this was a bad idea..

Her monologue was quickly becoming his torture as he fought not to notice how her cold-hardened nipples brushed against him or the satiny texture of her skin under his hands. He had to jostle her awake as her whispered words faded into breathy sighs as sleep again overtook her more than once.

When he ran out of medical ninjutsu for her to remember, he resorted to the basics, and was surprised to find that no matter what rule he asked for, she knew them all verbatim as if she had memorized the entire book. Slightly amused, he further tested her, branching out into more advanced topics, and she was always able to repeat everything back word for word. After about an hour had passed, he finally gave into her entreaty to sleep, although he didn’t know if he would be getting much himself considering the sizeable hard-on he had.

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Sakura was revisiting her lusty dream from the train. Her phantom partner was clearer than before, his long dark hair framed his face and his coal eyes stole her breath. His velvet voice encouraged her in her actions and she let out a moan which woke her from her dream.

The first thing she noticed was the warmth that surrounded her. The next thing was that it was difficult to move, finally the reason for the difficulty was a male body pinning her in place. His scent was heady and probably the reason she had been having such a lusty dream. Her hands moved and she noticed that both of them were nearly naked.

Confusion clouded her mind. Just how had she ended up here? She replayed the night’s events, train, fall, traipsing through the cold on the verge of hypothermia, it got fuzzy after that. She vaguely remembered a shadowy figure and warmth, and… repeating academy drills? Realization that he had saved her from death flashed through her brain.

She couldn’t see his face because hers was securely pressed against his naked chest, his heavy arm preventing her from moving. And what a nice chest it was. Flashes of her dream replayed in her mind. A blush formed on her cheeks at such thoughts. The poor man had saved her life and was sleeping, probably tired from staying awake to make sure she lived and she was thinking about ravishing his unsuspecting body.

Her moan had woken him, and he held himself perfectly still feigning sleep waiting to see what she would do waking to find herself Uchiha Itachi’s bed. He had to stop his reaction when he felt her hands glide across his skin. He felt her stiffen slightly, and then relax slightly. She inhaled deeply, obviously breathing in his scent.

He activated his sharingan and turned slightly in her embrace, his eyes closed. She now lay slightly across him, one leg between his and his breath hissed out when he felt the wetness from between her legs, instantly he was erect, that must have been some dream. She was propped up on one arm looking down at his face, and had felt his reaction to her.

He opened his eyes and startled green stared into smoky red.

“…Itachi?”

“Sakura,” he acknowledged.

“You?” a myriad of expressions crossed her face. Fear, doubt, wonder, puzzlement. Both were perfectly still, and he waited patiently. “Did you quiz me on academy rules?”

A smirk played around the corners of his mouth.

“umm, thank you,” Sakura said uncertainly, slightly averting her eyes. Her eyes moved to his lips as he replied.

“You’re welcome,” such formalities seemed almost ridiculous considering the state of undress they were both in, but his mind was preoccupied with her gaze with was still on his lips.

He allowed his tongue to dart out and moisten his lips and noticed the way she swallowed hard after watching this action. Her eyes returned to his and the intensity of her gaze sent a dart of desire through him, causing his member to twitch. Her eyes were screaming at him seduce me! But she seemed frozen in place as if scared to make the first move. Biting back his hormones was difficult.

“Can you feel everything?”

Sakura’s eyes widened at his forwardness, is he asking if I can feel his dick? A flush stole over her features. He pulled her hand in front of his face and began inspecting her fingers. It took a moment to realize he was checking to make sure she didn’t have frostbite. Another flush covered her face as she realized that she was the pervert in this situation.

She wiggled her feet and toes experimentally, not realizing that she was slightly grinding on him in the process, “yes, everything seems to be in working order.”

He released her hand, pulling his own back under the covers and brushing the side of her breast with his chilled knuckles in the process. Sakura jumped as if burned at the contact, her nipples hardening instantly.

“That wasn’t very nice,” she muttered, embarrassed because her now erect nipples were still pressed against him.

“Want me to warm it up?” he asked, before she realized exactly what his intentions were, he dove under the covers, his hot mouth closed over the raised nub. She let out a gasp at the sensation of his suckling mouth and questing tongue, this is so much better than a dream, and his hair smells so good.

Her fingers found their way to his hair, massaging his scalp as he continued to lave attention on her breasts, kissing and nibbling the sensitive skin between them before making his way to the other peak.

Wanting to taste him, she dragged the covers over her head, and pulled him away from her breast, the suction causing a popping noise; she covered his mouth with her own. Her tongue found its way inside his mouth, softly and inquisitively tickling and tracing, sending Itachi’s blood racing. Her hands stroked their way over his back and down to his lean buttocks, slipping inside his boxer-briefs, squeezing the firm musculature. She ground herself up against him, and beads of perspiration broke out on his forehead, drooping eyelids masked eyes flaming with desire.

He grabbed her around the waist, pulling her so she straddled him, her hands ended up on either side of his head. His hands moved up and cupped her breasts and she arched into his touch, a small coo escaping her lips.

Never in her wildest dreams did Sakura ever think she would be straddling Itachi - well maybe as she dreamed of killing him.

She ground herself against him again and watched in satisfaction as his face flushed with desire. Red eyes seemed to glow with his inner passion and his hands began roaming over her curves in earnest.

She took this time to begin a little exploration of her own and delighted in each reaction she was able to coax out of him. He stiffened slightly when her fingers found a particular spot on his side and his hand moved hers away.

“Don’t touch there,” his husky voice warned.

“Why not?”

“Just don’t.”

A smile played across her face, “was that a ticklish spot?”

His slight glare confirmed that one of the scariest ninja alive today was ticklish. She stored that happy little bit of info for later use. “Alright, alright,” she smiled, “I’ll behave.”

His hands stroked down her thighs and back up again, burningly slow one of his hands caressed its way up to the apex of her thighs. Sakura hadn’t even realized her hands had stilled on his chest. His fingers brushed her curls, sending a fresh wave of warm desire through her. He was taking so long to touch her that she thought she would die from the anticipation. His knuckle brushed the hollow inside her thigh and she let out a low moan as two fingers traced her inner thighs one on each side of her sex.

He continued to tease, tantalizing, but never quite touching, her whimpers grew in volume and she strained to move into his touch, but his other hand held her in place. Unable to bear it any longer, and not above begging at this point, “please,” she barely recognized her own voice.

“Not yet,” he replied.

“Please,” she pleaded again.

“Please what?”

She moaned as the very tip of his finger dipped into her wetness just enough to tantalize, “Please, touch me.”

“I am touching you,” he taunted.

“I need… more,” she ground out, unable to say what he was asking.

His finger grazed her clit, and she howled, “Is this what you want?”

“Yes!” she cried.

His finger grazed her clit again, causing her to quake from the pleasure of it. Moisture ran down her inner thighs, her need was so great, and when his fingers began to work over her, she was unable to stifle her cries of pleasure.

Feeling her climax building, she gasped, “Itachi, I want all of you.”

He shifted slightly, never stopping touching her, and she felt his shaft bump her inner thigh. Reaching down, she positioned him, and greedily sank down his length, shuddering with the added pleasure.

She contracted her muscles around his shaft as she rode him, earning a hiss of pleasure from him. A feeling of power filled her at being able to force a noise from him. She wanted to make him completely lose control, as he was doing to her.

She pulled his hand from her and falling forward slightly, she grabbed each of his wrists, holding him down while she slowed the pace to painstakingly slow. Each upstroke she clamped her inner walls around him. Small noises tore from her own throat as she ground herself against him. He thrust upwards, trying to up her pace, but a small smile flitted across her face and her lips found his own.

He flipped them, his mouth never leaving hers and began to furiously pump into her, animalistic lust completely overriding rational thought. She wrapped her legs around his lean hips and met him thrust for thrust. He bumped her back walls almost painfully and her pleasured cries increased in crescendo as her nails raked his back, leaving marks.

Her back arched and her nails broke the skin on his back as her orgasm broke over her in waves, stealing her breath and her vision as she screamed in satisfaction. Itachi’s face contorted at the sensation of her inner walls clenching so impossibly tight around him milking his own orgasm from him. He collapsed on top of her, their bodies still entwined.

Sakura’s mouth sought his, and her fingers smoothed his sweaty locks back from his temples. “That was amazing,” she smiled at him drowsily. He rolled off of her, spooning her against his chest, his arm wrapped around her waist possessively.

She wiggled her posterior closer to him and let a small sigh escape enjoying the feeling of being wrapped in his enveloping warmth. She heard his breathing even out behind her and allowed her mind to wander as she watched the fire.

A part of her brain knew that this was the time to start doubting and regretting what she had just done, but she squashed that to the back of her mind. There would be plenty of time for that tomorrow. Sakura held no illusions and accepted this for what it was. There was no future in the strong arms that held her, only the here and now.

And she was savoring every second. How long had she dreamed of a man that was everything this man was? A beautiful body, with a handsome face, sexy voice, intelligence that rivaled hers, and physically stronger, oh and must not forget - great in bed. Too long. Post euphoric contentment mingled with combined body heat and served to lure Sakura into the arms of Morpheus.

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Sakura woke to find herself alone in Itachi’s bedding. Sitting up, she scoped the cave, but she knew instinctively that he was gone. Relief mixed with disappointment as she rose to dress herself. She winced slightly, being sore from having copulated with him so many times in such a short period of time. It was a delicious, naughty sort of feeling and she felt a silly smile spread across her face.

She found a ration he had left her, and sat before the fire eating it. She contemplated the fire as she ate and realized that it was burning with no fuel. A jutsu and a useful one at that, maybe Kakashi could teach it to her when she got back home. Wrapping Itachi’s bedding around her like a cloak, his scent drifted to her and she knew that she would sleep with this blanket for many nights to come.

Dispelling the fire, she took one last glance around the cave making sure all evidence of their stay was gone before stepping back out into the bitter cold that was day in Snow Country.