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Crimson Genii	By : Zelha Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female > Itachi/Sakura Views: 1948 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Crimson Genii
10. - Smut!

Something
had to be done, he concluded inwardly as he observed her chest rising and
falling with steady breathing.

-X-

When Itachi
had appeared at her door with a mission scroll, he hadn�t certainly detailed
where exactly they were going. Therefore, Sakura could only gape at the massive
building that towered over them almost threateningly.

�Where are
we?�

He glanced
at her for a moment before taking off his mask.

�The Uchiha Hideout.�

�The--what?� she blurted out, eyes widening in
surprise. Itachi nodded tersely before taking off one of his long gloves.

�Or the
ruins of something that was my Clan�s property,� he explained as he nicked his
finger with a kunai and smeared his blood on the door. A little Uchiha fan
glowed for a moment � a seal � before they heard the unlocking of the immense
doors. �It was said that this was the first Fire Temple before they built the
one we know today,� he continued, glancing once more at her bewildered contenance before pushing the doors open and entering the
site.

Knowing he
wanted her to follow, Sakura complied but not before hesitating for a moment. Their
sandaled feet resounded dully on the floor, the sounds of their steps echoing
throughout the worn down hallways. Cracked walls and the tingling of many leaks
from the pipes over their heads accompanied them. Sakura�s wary senses couldn�t
pick up any presence in the building, but she didn�t let down her guard, not
even when her lover seemed so at ease in such a haggard place.

�There�s no
one here, Sakura,� he murmured and his voice rang clearly across the dead
halls. �My seal had been untouched since the last time I was here.�

�Wha--you came here? Why?�

�I�ve found
some information in the Clan records that might be useful for your investigations,�
he replied readily. �I couldn�t get you the scrolls because they are sealed in
the vault in Konoha, but I figured it was better for us to go to the main
source,� he concluded, waving his gloved hand towards the dark and rather
scary-looking ruins.

Naturally,
Sakura wasn�t too amused with his plot to get both of them out of the village
in a supposed A-rank mission. Her Inner self was hyperventilating with the
feeling of anticipation � it had been too
long, damn it! � but her mind told her that with
Itachi, no one could ever predict anything he did.

And of
course, she turned out to be right.

A while
later they had encountered an old... cat-woman, who had sustained a rather nice
and long conversation with Itachi. He, surprisingly, had performed a nice
display of manners that only the Uchiha Heir could have, asking for the
information they � she needed.

The
cat-woman, whose name Sakura didn�t quite catch, directed quite the few glances
to the pink-haired medic, relaying what she knew about the properties of an old
spring that was part of the very heart of the Waterfall village. This, of
course, made Sakura remember about Tsunade�s long lost wish to look into that
supposedly miraculous and pure water.

�It is said
that the water has healing properties, especially on third-degree burns,�
Sakura said. The old neko-lady nodded with a smug
grin.

�I�ve known
about Tsunade�s goal for quite a while now,� she said, Cheshire smile never leaving her face. �It
is... surprising, Itachi, for you to bring me her apprentice. Is she your
mate?�

Sakura
flushed in embarrassment at the sudden blunt question, but Itachi... said
nothing, staring at the withered woman fixatedly. Apparently this was the
answer she was looking for, for she unexpectedly let out an amused laugh that
sounded suspiciously like a purr.

�Very well,
my child. Go to the center of the ruins. You will find the location of the
spring and a little more on the engraved stone.�

Itachi
nodded curtly, standing up. �Thank you. I will come back tomorrow with the
token you asked for.�

Sakura
stood up confusedly, following him silently. Her confusion was obvious enough
for him to stop and turn to her.

�Sakura,�
he murmured. �Let us go.�

She
frowned, but complied nonetheless.

-X-

Only when
she saw the stone she understood why he had been so sneaky about the whole
subject. The engraving had told them about how the ancient Uchiha Clan had
invaded � for the lack of a better word � the lands of Waterfall, looking for
the famous spring of eternal youth. The tale was ludicrous at its best, but it
seemed that Itachi�s deceased ancestors had believed every word of it.

To make a
long story short, they had only found a normal spring without the miraculous
properties they'd heard of. The Uchiha returned to their hideout, wizened and
more suspicious of fairy tales.

�This is
the reason why the scrolls relaying this are sealed in the vault,� he said
while she was still reading. �It must have been quite disheartening to have
Uchiha believing in such absurd nonsense.�

�But then
again, if Tsunade-shishou believes in the spring�s healing properties it must
be for something...� she mused, rubbing her hands together absentmindedly. Dusk
was rapidly approaching, and the temperature was dropping. �Can I take notes of
this?�

�Of course,�
he said in a murmur, watching how she scrambled inside her pack and started to
write all their findings on a scroll. She was so engrossed with her task that
missed entirely how he settled a few traps around the big hall they were in,
along with starting a bonfire and setting their indoors camp.

Only when
she felt a thick fabric on her shoulders she looked up. Itachi stared back with
that intense gaze of his that never failed to make her blush.

�Dinner is
almost ready,� he said smoothly. �Come.�

They ate
silently, Sakura�s eyes revisiting the stone from time to time while his own
orbs were fixated on her trembling form. �It�s somewhat amusing, to see that
the old tales could elicit such response from your Clan,� she said softly.
�They were innocent to believe, but at least they got to know a part of the
world they did not know.�

Itachi
tilted his head to a side, as if he were considering the idea. Granted, the old
ways were filled with tradition and many, many rules that most people followed
out of duty and honor, but some of the folk tales were based partly on the
reality. He had discovered quite a few of those in his ANBU journeys, and he
had filed every single detail into his mind.

But
watching her smiling softly to the stone, he couldn�t help but remembering one
tale that spoke about an enchantress that could be found on the roads, a
beautiful lady that stole the males� hearts that tried to help her.

That night,
at the dim light of the bonfire, Itachi made love to Sakura. Slow and
thoroughly, his hands explored and rediscovered the intimate bond he shared
with the pink-haired female.

It was
something that didn�t need perfection, he thought dazedly as he ran the tip of
his nose on the sweet and soft skin of her neck, pressing his lips on her pulse
point and realizing that her blood was running wild for him.

Because of
the sensations he was creating in
her.

Itachi
watched her eyes darken and soften as he divested her of her clothing. Her
emerald orbs shone with hunger and lust, a prelude of the fire that was
starting to flare within her. Her skin was shining with a golden hue when the
flames illuminated it; her roseate hair fanned in disarray around her head.

He felt his
own eyes charging with his Kekkei Genkai
when she arched under his probing hands, yielding to the pleasure he brought
her. He heard her gasping his name when his fingers slipped inside her, finding
her wet and ready for him. It certainly had been too long.

�Itachi...�
she whispered, biting her swollen-kissed lip. �I need you...�

He only
could comply with his Selene�s request, lowering his head to her unbound and
perky breasts, full and tight with anticipation. His lips followed their own
volition, kissing and nipping her soft skin as she pushed herself to him,
offering herself to his ministrations and demanding for more.

But her
hands weren�t idle either, tracing the finest and most defined lines of his
back muscles, which twitched in response when she suddenly dug her nails on his
skin, retaliating unconsciously to the sudden engulfing of her nipple by his
eager mouth.

Her hips
undulated under his fingers, riding the pleasure that he was building inside
her.

It was the
most alluring thing he had ever seen.

Still
caressing her breasts with his calloused fingers, he trailed his tongue down
her body, dipping it on her navel and watching how she shuddered and shook her
head wantonly with great detail. She was responsive as always, her fiery
personality akin to her manners when being intimate with him.

But as he
expected, her act shattered when he circled his tongue over her wetness,
flicking it almost lazily over her clit.

�Itachi!!�
she called huskily, in that voice she only had when she was one with her inner
persona. �No more teasing...!�

And
although her mental roommate was crass and demanding, the mixing of both
resulted in the most sensual creature he had ever encountered. Her hips bucked
wantonly, obviously stating her desire for him to join with her.

�You can
take it,� he answered in a whisper over her core, his hot breath eliciting
shivers that she could not control.

Entering
two fingers inside her and pumping slowly, he activated his Sharingan and took
in those slight jerks that ran across her spine, a sure sign that she was in
the final stage for her orgasm. Propping himself up, he returned his attention
to her full and heaving breasts, teasing them until Sakura felt she was about
to burst.

Her hands
started to weave a path that went from his back to his neck, finally settling
on his face. �Itachi...� she keened softly, part bashfully and part huskily,
ever the siren that called for him.

His
Sharingan started to spin lazily. �Close your eyes,� he whispered roughly as he
settled between her legs, discarding the last of his own garments and positioning
his hips over hers. �Feel it, but don�t open your eyes just yet.�

�Oh yes,
please, �Tachi-kun...� Sakura accepted his
instructions eagerly, knowing she was in for a wild sensational ride. His tip
nudged her clit, eliciting another wave of heat under her skin and a moan from
her throat.

She was as
tight as ever, the long time they were apart did nothing to make them forget
how and what the other liked. As he sank ever so slowly into her, she brought
her legs to wrap around his waist, opening herself more for him and arching as
she received him.

Her eyes
were still closed, but she pressed their lids as the heat built up steadily
under his masterful strokes.

Itachi was
taking his time with her, although his instinct claimed for him to flip her
body dominantly on the futon and have his way with her hard and fast. But this
time he fought to keep his head leveled and maintain the slow rhythm he had
set. This pace proved during their relationship to be the most enjoyable,
despite Sakura�s obviously frustrated moans.

She always complained
that this pace was too slow, but in the end she had always came for him without
fail, almost shouting his name to the ceiling.

This time
though, he fully intended for her to scream it.

His passion
could wait for a moment.

�Open your
eyes, Sakura,� he whispered in her ear before tracing the tip of his tongue around
the tender cartilage, listening to her whimper with something akin to raw
possession coursing through his veins.

This female
under him was his, and no one else�s.

And by the
looks of her intense gaze, heavy-lidded and deep emerald, she thought of him as
hers, too.

Itachi had
no problem with that.

�I can�t
take it anymore, Itachi...� she
arched against his body once more, his name being moaned an octave higher than
the rest of her sentence. �Please...�

He knew
what she was pleading for. �Look at me,� he commanded lowly, forcing his
Sharingan to its developed stage. She obeyed after taking a deep breath.

The Kekkei Genkai of the Uchiha
pulled her senses into a world of feeling and sensations. She started to pant
heavily, her flush deepening as they connected into a whole new level, of the
mind, body and spirit.

�Itachi,�
she called again, her voice dropping almost into a toneless whisper that became
a loud moan when he picked up his pace, sliding into her wetness with powerful
thrusts. �Oh Kami...�

�Let it
go,� he whispered huskily as he moved his hips in tandem with hers, catching
her hand and placing it over her head as her other hand shook with the pressure
she was putting into her grip of his shoulder. �Let it go, Sakura.�

As if he
had opened a gate, her insides started to flutter with her incoming orgasm.

�Itachi!�
she exclaimed under his spell of chakra and passion. �Itachi!!�

And then
she went wild like he wanted her to. Her body arched almost impossibly for
someone who was not a shinobi. Her limberness was displayed in how she unlocked
her legs from his waist, shaking and trembling under the onslaught of her
climax as he finally closed his eyes and released her from his Sharingan
illusion.

Her
screaming of his name bounced through the remains of the ceiling and into the
night.

It had been
such a wonderful feeling when she came down from her high and wrapped her arms
around him, sighing in sated content while he nuzzled her sweating skin in male
satisfaction.

Their
embrace lasted the rest of the night, and while he kept watch out of habit, she
slept with her head on his chest.

-X-

Her deep
and even breathing changed for a moment, followed by a deep sigh as she finally
opened her eyes... and caught him leaning on the window.

Itachi
walked towards her as Sakura managed to offer him a wan smile.

�You
brought me back,� she whispered hoarsely. He nodded, tracing his fingertips
over her bandaged arm.

�I always
will,� he breathed, feeling the medics approaching.

As he poofed out of the room and Tsunade entered to check up on
her pink-haired pupil, Sakura drew her brows together. There was a glint of
something in those dark orbs of his when he looked at her, and she could still
feel his light caress on her arm.

It was like
his... chakra was calling out to hers.

-

- Tenna' ento lye omenta -

AN: A
little bit o� smut doesn�t hurt, am I right? Too bad it was just a flashback, heheh. The rest of the drabbles can be found at my FFnet profile!
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