Surviving the Team

When I walk (as opposed to all the other ways I have come) in the gates of Konoha it is always with relief. Another mission not only accomplished but accomplished without complications (at least not any that my team and I couldn’t handle).
And so I walk, glad that my work is done and that I can relax in a real bed. I always sidetrack through training fields. There are two places in the world that I will always think of as mine even though I have two very different reactions to them; the training field with the huge sakura tree (because its one of the few places that my hair isn’t an obstacle in battle) and the hospital (because I have spent more time there than in any one place in the world.) And so I go to the training fields because I don’t feel like I’m home until I’ve seen it and avoid the hospital like the plague until my duty starts because it’s like willingly walking into a black hole. I hardly ever make it out conscious. Curse my bleeding heart.
Usually my training grounds are empty, but today someone is practicing tai jutsu here. I sense them before I see them, the chakra signature is huge. And only one person I know has so much chakra that spilling this much is normal, Naruto.
I hide my chakra, hoping to surprise him, but when I get there the sheer sight of him stops me in my tracks. It’s been a long time since I mooned over Sasuke and this is the reason why. Over the years Naruto became less and less the obnoxious ninja. Now don’t get me wrong he is still obnoxious but over the years it has somehow turned into a kind of bright self confidence. His hair, although still wild, doesn’t point in every direction any more. Instead it hangs around his face in shaggy layers that look professionally done but I know aren’t. The idiot’s hair just grows that way. The blue eyes are just as blue as ever and that smile still makes you want to trust every word that comes out of his mouth. If I ever seriously looked at him I would have a hard time not spending my days lusting after him. But thank God I only see him as a brother.
Looking at him right now even I (the queen of denial) has to admit that if Naruto was my brother then they’d have to make incest legal. I don’t think any woman in their right mind would be able to resist him right now. How could they? The entire female population was just one giant sitting duck whenever he went shirtless, all that lean muscle rippling under that exotic looking golden brown skin and small beads of sweat trailing a path down his body that any woman would sell her first born child to follow. His voice is no more a high pitched screaming but a baritone sexiness.
Something in my lustful gaze must have made my chakra spike because he turned swiftly around and dropped into a defensive stance.
It took only a second for him to realize it was me and a slow smile crawled onto his face.
“Hello Sakura”
Had his voice dropped an octave or two further into sexiness?
“Um …. Hi Naruto.”
He raised one eyebrow at my discomfort and started to walk towards me.
When he got close enough to touch, he raised a hand to touch my forehead. I swear I only took one teensy baby step back. I knew it would hurt his feelings but I couldn’t have him touch me. At least not the way I knew he would. He imitated me when looking for a fever. Check head then neck and then measure heart rate. If he touched me while I was in whatever funk this was whatever will power I had would have been shot to pieces.
“I’m fine”
“Really?”
He smirked at me (an annoying habit he picked up from Sasuke).
“Yes I am fine, in perfect health actually.”
“Really?”
“Yes”
“Then you won’t mind sparring with me.”
“Huh?”
“I said spar with me.”
“ Oh … I wish I could but I have to go report to the Tsunade-sishou.”
In a flash a kage bunshin appeared then transformed into me and went speeding off into the distance, without hand signs or even a glance in its general direction.
“Now spar with me”
“Damn Naruto you’ve become pushy in your old age”
The words were barely out of my mouth when a kunai came whizzing by my head.
“NARUTO WHAT THE …?!”.
“Less talking more fighting Sakura or have you forgotten how?”
The voice came as a whisper in my ear and I realized that he really wasn’t kidding. I was going to have to fight him sexy voice or not.

Two hours and several different levels of chakra exhaustion end with me pinning Naruto to the ground by sitting on him and claiming a well deserved victory. I am dirty, a little bloody and very turned on (the bastard had kept taunting me all through the fight –whispering in my ear with that new sexy voice of his).
I scream and laugh ignoring the man below me.
“HA HA HA I beat you!”
I glance down at him and the bastard is smirking! Ignoring how good that face looks on him I glare in suspicion.
“What the hell do you have to be so happy about? I beat you remember?”
“Maybe …”
“What the hell do you mean maybe? I won fair and square.”
“Sure you won the match, but winning was never really my objective.”
“It wasn’t …?”
All of a sudden his hands moved to my hips holding them in place and he did this thing with hips that I can only call a ripple that caused almost his entire pelvic area to rub against me in the most intimate of ways. And even through the clothing I could feel him. And he seemed very happy to see me. Now I’m no novice in the sex area but this is the first time that Naruto has so wantonly displayed his sexuality to me. I blushed.
“oh”
I swallowed hard and tried to get up.
“Naruto I …”
The hands on my hips gripped harder and then flipped me so I was on the floor and he was on top me.
He leaned forward rubbing himself along my body and purring in my ear. The world narrowed to the two of us. And his voice.
“It’s been too long Sakura. All this time you were gone all I could think of was you. Every time I was with a woman I wondered what it would be like with you. Would your skin be soft? Would you quiver at my touch? What do you look like when you cum? Would you moan and scream for me, begging me to take you?”
As he talked he ran one hand across my lips the other hand nudged their way between my legs and start a soft back and forth rubbing motion. My hips curl toward him.
Something about his voice and his touch is driving me to distraction. I can’t help but moan against him.
“I can stop if you want me to Sakura. It won’t be easy but I can. So tell me now is this what you want?”

“Naruto …”
“Do you want this Sakura?”
I look into the lust filled eyes of one of my best friends in the world. It wasn’t like he was offering marriage. It was just sex plain and simple. I couldn’t deny the fact that I was attracted to him. Hell just the sound of his voice was turning my insides to jelly. But would it be worth it. Would one night (or day—who knows with Naruto’s stamina) of sexual endeavors ruin all that we had as a team? How would we cope …
Suddenly his lips are on my earlobe and his fingers start to increase their rhythm and pressure on my clit. I can’t think anymore. If this is an indication of what Naruto has to offer I am not able to turn it down.
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Naruto please …”
“Just what I wanted to hear.”
Before I can blink he starts raining kisses down my neck. One of his hands reaches into the top of my dress and grabs both the dress and my bra which he proceeds to rip off in one swift motion, buttons scattering everywhere. I am left bare from neck to waist and the only things covering me are my shorts and boots. His tongue starts to draw lazy circles around my breasts causing me to squirm and writhe, grinding dirt into my hair. My back arches a silent plea for him to stop taunting me. I grabbed his neck and try to pull him closer. He smiles at me. Not a smirk, a smile, as if my impatience is the most wonderful thing in the world to him. He lowers his head and …
“Naruto get off her.”
Sasuke’s voice pierced the bubble I seemed to be in but Naruto acted like he didn’t even hear it. He must have because a millisecond later he raised himself of me far enough to look into my eyes but not far enough for us not to be touching anymore.
“I want you Sakura. No one can stop me from taking you but you. Think about it.”
And then he was gone and I’m left on the ground shivering with anticipation and need and more than slight embarrassment.
“Sakura are you okay?”
The concern in Sasuke’s voice is touching. I nod slowly staring at the hand that has been offered to me. Rising with his help I try to avoid looking at him and a blush is rising to my cheeks.
“Sasuke it’s …”
“Tsunade says he’s been emitting some kind of pheromone lately. It’s like none she has ever seen though. No one seemed to react too strongly to it but him so we mostly ignored it. Apparently it was just waiting for the right victim.”
That was just like Sasuke. No small talk. Assess the damage and distribute the needed information. He even completely ignores that I am practically naked. As much as it injured my pride that he didn’t try to ogle me even a little bit it was a relief to see at least one of my teammates acting normally.
“Ok … so all I have to do is avoid him until whatever this is wears off.”
“It may not be that simple.”
“Its not?”
“First of all this has been going on for at least six months and there is no way to tell how long it will last and you are both too valuable to the village for either of you to be put on hold until this clears up. He actually seems able to control it a little; it doesn’t affect anyone on missions and seems only to work on people that he shares some kind of intimate connection with. We need to figure this out. Fast.”

I sighed turning around to try to salvage what is left of my dress. There went unflappable Sasuke. The world must be ending. There were only two other signs left, for Tsunade to stop drinking and Kakashi to stop; reading porn. I’m almost tempted to check. Really … what was the world coming to?
I steal another glance at Sasuke only to notice that he is very softly and slowly tapping his thumb against his thigh. Now I’m worried. This for Sasuke is the equivalent of pacing and screaming. He even had a twitch in his right eyebrow. The last time I saw that twitch was the day I realized that I never ever wanted to make him truly angry at me. There is no way that I am dying like that. I stared even harder and tried to review the facts. Something had to be making Konoha’s favorite monolith move and chances were I wasn’t going to like it.
My thoughts tumbled into one another analyzing every wee bit of information he had given me. It was obviously something about this particular situation that upset him which in itself wasn’t normal. The Sasuke I knew wasn’t really concerned with anything that didn’t concern him directly. And while it is true that he has concern for both Naruto and my well being; it usually only showed if it was a life or death situation. It surprised me that he even knew so much about something that had to do so little with him. I mean he had never cared who Naruto slept with before and…. The explanation hit me so hard I almost doubled over. The grin on my face was so cheesy I was surprised that mice weren’t coming out to greet me. But I couldn’t help it. This information would make me a god among men. And I am not above gloating.
I turned to him smiling my slightly insane smile.
“I would never have guessed”
He looked at me suspiciously.
“Well maybe I could have guessed…”
“Don’t even think it …”
“But …”
“No …”
“But …”
“Sakura …”
His voice held the threat that the twitch had promised but I don’t care. This is way too much. I started to inch backwards giggling like a rabid school girl.
“Ino is going to get a LOVE this.”
I was already running before the words had left my mouth. Hoping the head start and the craziness of the situation would give me enough time to make it to my apartment before he could catch up and kill me.


The moment I got into the apartment I slammed the door shut and locked it. I try to get to my closet to grab something to wear but I am slammed back into the wall with a force that knocked the wind out of my lungs and the garments out of my hands. Sasuke has me backed up against a wall with his hand around my throat (he’s too effective a killer to go for anything less.). Now even though this isn’t the first time that Sasuke and I have been in this position but it is the first time I’ve been even partially naked for it. I try to reach down to grab my shirt and Sasuke growls (a habit that I assume he picked up from Naruto even though I am not sure how).
“Erm … Sasuke”
He looks at me as if he doesn’t know who I am and then his brain catches up to the rest of him (anger really is the only emotion that he is truly comfortable with). He lets go and takes a step back. He even has the decency to look embarrassed. He takes a step back, but as he does he does something that is very un-Sasuke. He glances at my body and for a moment his eyes glaze over in what I would call (if I didn’t know better) desire. The look is gone so fast that I almost think I imagined it. Then I notice that Sasuke is once again almost unnoticeably tapping his thigh (I think watching and interpreting Sasuke body language has increased Naruto’s and I’s observation levels by several points). And then I see a slight movement of tongue that indicates that he is licking his lips. The effect is slightly unnerving. So I try to distract him.
“So … who?”
He looks at me with suspicion.
“Who what?”
“Who gets to be on top when you and Naruto have sweaty man se…oomph”
My back is against the wall again and his hands are once again around my throat. From the look in his eyes he is not angry any more. At least not I’m gonna kill you angry. Just angry enough to make threats that I may or may not follow through.
“Naruto and I do NOT have … sex”
Damn I would have sold my first born childs’ big toe to hear Sasuke say the words “sweaty man sex.”
“Really …?”
“Yes.”
“So you just lust after him in private then huh”
“Sakura …”
“I’m sorry its just I understand how lonely it must be for you now that you don’t have the snake man any more.”
His entire body froze and the look in his eyes tells me that I am clearly suicidal. The hand around my throat tightens, and I almost wish for the days that the boys treated me like I was fragile. I guess punching through solid brick walls ruined it for them.
“Look its ok Sasuke maybe we can find Kabuto and then you guys can …”
“I don’t like men.”
“Of course you don’t … you just want to fuck Naruto’s brains out.”
He let go of my throat to grab my wrists and pull them above my head, leaving me even more helpless and naked as he steps in close enough for me to feel his erection. His head dips lower (both the bastards have grown taller than me by at least a head) so that his lips are right next to my earlobe. And what he does next makes my heart flutter and my body tremble. He takes my earlobe in his mouth and whispers softly:
“No, I want to fuck YOUR brains out.”