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A Dangerous Thing	By : viridianglare Category: Naruto > General Views: 3017 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sakura awoke in a tangle of sheets, her face pressed into cool white skin. Her head was pounding with a splitting headache and her body was sore all over. Giving a sigh, she stretched out an arm and stiffened as it fell upon the body she was realizing she was curled up against.
Oh no.
She blinked, focusing her vision, and her eyes traced along the smooth curve of shoulder that her nose had been pressed into. She pulled back; silky black hair fell along the smooth and leanly muscled skin.
So I slept with someone. She lifted her arm carefully from the man’s side and rubbed her throbbing temples. Who the hell is it?
Sakura probed her body with her chakra before she further investigated that question. She was sore all over. Whatever she and the mystery man had done, they had done just about everything, and she felt good regardless of her splitting headache and groggy mind. She used a touch of her chakra and eased away the headache and soreness; with its absence, she would be able to think. Damn Ino and her ‘special sake.’ I knew it would go wrong. So who the hell did I…
There was a stirring in the sheets; she shot her eyes to him as his long and slim body beside her stretched, and she watched a long white arm lift into the air as he rolled over. The arm curled around her middle and she found herself pulled into his side as a face pressed into her shoulder and he gave a deep snore, black hair completely obscuring his face.
He’s so pale. Sakura narrowed her eyes at the lean and very white body against hers. Pale and scarred and very naked. As pale as Sai. But his hair is far too long to be Sai, thank goodness. Sakura’s tentative hand reached over and her fingers threaded through the silky black strands. Such nice hair. She cursed at the rising warm thoughts of continuing the night’s activities they had apparently done; her body hummed pleasantly.
A foggy memory invaded her thoughts and she thought she recalled saying something about his silky hair to the mystery man last night. Sakura flushed with embarrassment. Kami, I’m such an idiot when I’m drunk.
She then parted the hair from his face with careful fingers, dreading to see who she would discover, and a sleepy golden snake eye beneath a dark brow was watching her as she pushed the hair away.
“AHGH!” Sakura shoved away from Orochimaru, scrambling back on the sheets and tugging the covers to her naked body as she stared with huge eyes at him. He gave her a lazy smile, stretching his arms up and behind his head. “I see you finally sobered up.”
“I slept with YOU?” Sakura’s face was tight with horror. “You?!”
Orochimaru gave a shrug, his long hair drifting across his shoulders. “If you remember, you insisted.”
She buried her face in her hands as she remembered the way her drunken self had scooted into the dark booth and kissed him, and flashes of what they had done after began to bubble up in her head. “Oh no.”
His chuckle made her bury her face in her hands deeper as she groaned. “I totally initiated this too. Kuso… I’m such an idiot…”
“Well, make no apologies on my behalf.” Orochimaru sat up with a yawn and then affixed her with a glinting gaze and half-smile. “I didn’t mind.”
With another vivid curse Sakura shuddered. “Don’t you start. You speak of this to no one, okay? This didn’t happen.”
“Sure.” His chuckle made her ears burn, and she got to her feet, hugging the sheet tightly around herself as she awkwardly looked around at what looked like an average small apartment. “Do you… do you have a shower?...”
Orochimaru pointed straight ahead at an open door near the end of the bed, amused eyes watching as she slouched in shame and ran with bare feet into the bathroom and shut the door. Then she ran back out, avoiding his gaze as she picked up her scattered clothes from the floor and ran back in.

“Ino,” she hissed into her phone as she dropped the sheet around her feet, looking at herself in the mirror. “I’m going to absolutely kill you. What did you put into that sake?!”
There was a giddy laugh on the other end and Sakura grumbled as she searched around the simple bathroom for some sort of comb. She opened a drawer and found several sleek black combs, shoving away the memories of touching his long silky hair as she removed one and raked it through her mussed pink locks. “Who did you sleep with?!” came Ino’s squeal as she glared at herself in the mirror, ripping through the knots in her hair.
“Never you mind,” she hissed back as she accidentally tore out a small chunk of cherry-blossom hair.
“You have to tell me,” Ino insisted as Sakura’s eyes caught with horror on the marks that trailed down her neck and front. “I ended up with Sai, of course, but you, I didn’t get to see who you ran off with. Tell me, who was it? Don’t make me come find you.”
Sakura reached up with a glowing finger and healed away the fang-marked hickeys as she gave a deep sigh. “Don’t you dare. I’ll tell Sai about that one time you nearly got with with Genma--”
“Shut up!!” Ino’s squeal was loud enough that she had to move the phone away from her ear. Sakura turned her nude body around in the mirror and gave a groan as she found more hickey marks on her lower back. As she healed them, she pressed the phone back to her ear, Ino’s voice going on. “So was he good? At least tell me how good your night was if you won’t tell me who it is. I’ll find out anyway. How many times did you--”
“Pig, shut the hell up!” Sakura’s blush returned as she finished healing her marks and turned to the shower. I don’t remember all of it yet anyway, she thought as she reached out and turned on the showerhead, bowing her head with shame as Ino’s squeal sounded through the phone’s speaker again. “I hear that shower! You’re still with him, aren’t you? TELL ME WHO IT IS!”
Sakura froze with horror as there was a quiet knock on the bathroom door, and she looked slowly over as Orochimaru spoke through the thin wood. “Sakura-chan, there’s some shampoo in the cupboard next to the shower. Yell if you need anything,” and then he padded off into a different room, leaving Sakura standing with the phone gripped in her hand and silence on the other line.
Sakura’s thumb moved to end the call but she winced as she heard Ino’s scream. “OROCHIM---”
Sakura threw the phone aside and stepped into the shower. She reached out from the steam and took the shampoo from the nearby cupboard, giving a soft curse as she squirted some into her hand and ran it through her hair. It smells like him, she realized with sinking horror as the strange but not unpleasant mixed smells of lime and eucalyptus tingled in her nose, oh Kami I actually slept with him. The thought circled around and around in her head as it sunk in. She lathered her hair and let the hot water rinse away her shame as she let the heat wash and clean her body. As she finished cleansing herself and stepped out of the shower, taking a clean towel from the same cupboard and drying off, she had another realization; she snatched up the phone and called Ino back.
“Sakura! Oh kami! Did you really sleep with---”
“Yes, Pig, and the only reason I called you back is so I can tell you to never fucking tell anyone.” Sakura hissed into the phone. “Never ever. I will ruin you if you let anyone know --”
“Fine, but you have to tell me all the details, or I’m gonna tell everyone. Just imagine Naruto’s reaction---or Tsunade’s---”
“No!” Sakura hunched on the bathroom floor, eyes flicking about like she was being watched. “I’m not… I’m not telling you the details!”
“What inspired you to bed the old sannin anyway? What was it like? I mean, ew, but also what the hell, Forehead? Was it that long tongue he has?”
“It was your shitty sake,” Sakura spat, and she clutched the phone hard enough to crack the screen. “Now if you’ll excuse me I need to get the hell out of here and get home…”
She hung up again in the middle of Ino’s continuous teasing stream of risque questions and pulled on her clothes. She winced at their soiled state, their stale scents of sex and sake making her wrinkle her nose as she opened the bathroom door.
Sakura saw with a blink that the bed was made; she turned to see Orochimaru in the kitchen, sipping coffee and wearing nothing but a simple white robe with his usual rope belt and without the usual black underclothes. Swallowing her rising apprehension she approached, and his golden eyes appraised her with quiet amusement. “Thank you for letting me use your shower,” she mumbled as she reached out to the coffee pot and poured herself a mug, bringing the hot liquid to her lips. It occurred to her that he was probably hung-over and she turned a curious eye to him.
Orochimaru blinked as he sipped the coffee once more. His skin was smoothly hale and much too young-looking for his true age, his golden eyes only slightly weary, and he appeared completely fine. Sakura folded her arms as she regarded him, turning around so she was leaning back on the counter. Her heart thudded in her chest; she was a little terrified of facing this conversation.
“Look, I…” She squinted back at him as she tried not to look away. “I’m sorry I uh… threw myself at you last night. I shouldn’t have…” She couldn’t help but to glance away, and he chuckled. “I told you not to apologize.”
A warm memory floated up from her stomach into her mind - the drunken exhilaration in her blood as he descended upon her, his cool breath tickling the fine hairs on her face as his tongue laved over every inch of her skin. The memory jointed into another - their bodies joined in the dim moonlit room, twisted with sweat and pleasure, his golden irises piercing through the darkness.
Her face flushed and she brought a hand to her eyes as she sipped her coffee. I’ll never be able to look him in the eyes again.
She heard him get to his feet, and her blood pulsed again as he came toward her; she anticipated some sort of touch, but Orochimaru simply walked past her and rinsed his mug in the sink. He folded his arms and looked down at her; she felt the pressure of his eyes, and she dared herself to look back up at him. He was smirking and she hoped he didn’t see the blush on her cheeks. “So? Were you heading home now, or did you need something else?”
“No,” she blurted, hurriedly swallowing the rest of the coffee; her mouth burned, and she shoved the mug on the counter. She lifted a hand to her lips and healed the burns. “Dammit.”
The velvet timbre of his voice was a touch deeper and she looked up at him with wide eyes as he spoke again. “Was that a no to leaving, or a no to needing something else?”
“Something else,” she hissed, and her blush deepened at his smile. “I’ll… I’ll see you later.” Sakura cursed herself silently for not saying something rude instead as she swerved and moved toward the front door. As her hand turned the handle, she felt a sudden cool shadow looming over behind her, and she turned her head slightly to the side as Orochimaru bent his face into her hair, golden eyes piercing her as he breathed in her shampoo. “You’re welcome back here anytime.” A cool hand slipped around her hip, and she gave another shiver at his breath on her ear; she blinked a few times, and then she wrenched open the door, slipping into the hallway with a loud exhale as she fled with adrenaline thundering in her veins.

Late at night she dreamt of the wicked tongue that had claimed her body and given her endless waves of pleasure. Her body remembered the touch and feel of him, the piercing golden eyes, the cool touch of his skin; his warm metallic scent filling her nose. She was horrified and attracted to the feeling and the sights and the sounds and she woke drenched in sweat, cursing at the dark of her room.
Several nights like this passed until it became a week. If she saw Orochimaru in the street she would run before he saw her. She started probing areas for his chakra signature before entering them to make sure she did not risk running into him. She hated how her body thrilled when his signature was present, forcing her to turn away and disappear; she hated how her horror and hatred from the things he had done in the past were not enough to clear her mind of their night together and free her from the physical attraction she felt.
She also made great efforts to avoid Ino. She did not succeed, however, when Ino finally tracked her down one evening a week and a half later.
Sakura had been leaving the grocery store with a bag of vegetables in hand when a white hand pinched the back of her collar and held on tight, bodily turning her around. Ino stood before Sakura, fuming. “Forehead,” she growled, “Have you been avoiding me?”
“Yes,” Sakura replied honestly, her cheeks staining pink. “I sure have.”
“Come,” Ino said through clenched teeth, “We are going to go and have a drink and you are going to tell me everything.”
Memories of the last time they had had a drink flashed through her head, the golden snake eyes infiltrating her mind, and Sakura shook her head vigorously as Orochimaru’s whisper echoed in her head - you’re welcome back here anytime. “No no no. No way. I’m not doing that.”
Ino’s grin was wicked as her hand gripped Sakura’s arm, dragging her down the street. “Too bad. It’s your fault you avoided me and now we’re having a drink in public.”
Regardless of Sakura’s half-hearted protests, they ended up sitting at the counter in a small dive bar, drinks in hand; Sakura dashed her eyes into the glimmering sake as she dreaded Ino’s line of questioning.
“First,” Ino said with a nasty smile, “we’ll come up with a nickname for him so you can dish everything without fear of your secret getting out. How about Ol’ Creepy? Or One-Eyed-Snake?”
“No!” Sakura hissed. “Don’t. Shit, someone will hear us and know.” But he has use of both of his eyes. What is she referencing? -- Oh. She took a sip of the drink as she realized it, shoving back more memories with a distinct reddening of her cheeks.
Ino glanced around at the sparsely populated bar. “Everyone here is a civilian and I didn’t say his name. Calm down.”
“Just get this interrogation over with,” she grumbled, hiding her face from her friend as she took another sip.
“How did it happen?”
Sakura sighed into the glass. “Hard to remember. I was pretty smashed.” She swished around the golden liquid, the memory of his eyes in the shadow of the booth flickering. “Golden eyes. He was in a dark booth, I couldn’t see him.”
Ino’s giggle made her cringe further as she went on. “He’s got really nice hair,” Sakura whispered, gaze flicking about, and Ino leaned in with pink cheeks and delighted eyes. “Oh? So I’m guessing Drunk Sakura just couldn’t resist feeling up all that hair and then some?”
“Ugh,” Sakura groaned as she buried her face in her arms on the counter. “Pig you’re making this impossible.”
“Yeah yeah. Tell me the rest.” Ino tapped her nails impatiently and Sakura sighed dejectedly into her arms. “Well, I got… carried away, he even warned me off, but you know my stubborn streak is so much worse with alcohol…” Ino nodded gleefully; Sakura settled her head deeper into her folded arms. “We flash-teleported to his place from there.”
“Oh? Eager.” Ino’s laugh was hearty as she swigged her drink. “How did you even want to bang ol’ snake-eyes anyway? He’s like… super old and gross.”
“He’s not gross,” Sakura protested, and then after hearing herself speak, groaned at herself. Ino’s teeth shone in a predatory grin. “Ohh, is that so, Sakura-chan? Tell me more about why you think he’s not gross.”
“No.” She reached out and took her glass of sake, downing the rest of it before hiding her face again.
Ino jabbed Sakura in the side with a nail. “Tell me,” she said in a threatening tone, and Sakura shuddered. “Ino, I swear. I don’t want to go into it.”
“Tell me.”
“No.”
“Forehead, I’ll tell everyone here about that time that you pulled a stunt of Naruto-level stupidness and peeked in the men’s---”
“PIG!” Sakura chucked her glass at Ino, who caught it with a laugh. “Okay, so then you have to keep telling me details.”
The sake was tingling in her stomach, and Sakura relaxed slightly. “Fine. You know what, since you wanted to know… He’s got a wickedly long tongue, and he was a demon in bed, and I’ve been avoiding him for the last two weeks because it’s all I can think about. He doesn’t disgust me as much anymore, which is a whole new level of horrifying because of the things he’s done in the past, and now I can’t even look at that cursed snake-sannin without thinking about how I just want to do him again.” She huffed out a breath as she finished. She wrenched her eyes shut and then inhaled slowly, opening her eyes again when Ino didn’t reply.
With slow creeping horror she saw the very sannin she spoke of standing a small distance behind where Ino sat, his golden eyes fixed intently on Sakura.
“Oh no,” Sakura mouthed, her gut sinking to the floor. Ino turned around upon seeing Sakura’s expression; her blue eyes widened at the sight of Orochimaru standing there. If it weren’t because of what she’d just said, Sakura might have laughed at the way his pupils were dilated in his comical look of shock, but she was instead mortified beyond comprehension as they stared at each other for a long moment.

“Shit,” Sakura cursed, and she darted to her feet; in a flash and the rippling of hanging cloth over the bar’s front she was gone, running as fast as she could down the dark street.
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