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A Dangerous Thing	By : viridianglare Category: Naruto > General Views: 3017 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sakura dashed up and over the rooftops of Konoha, letting her legs carry her across the village; she leapt over a fence and landed on the forest floor. She stood for a moment, her chest heaving lightly before she kicked off into the trees. The cool air flickered in her hair and relieved the heat from her skin as she ran.
She pushed aside a large branch as she scooted down a ravine, and Sakura found herself in a clearing small enough that the tree canopy was ungapped. The divet of hidden, grassy ground dipped into a hidden pond that extended into the moss-shielded entrance to a small cave. Light lavender flowers bloomed in cascading patterns that hung over the water and reflected in the starlight, sending silvery glimmers through the rippling blades of grass and along Sakura’s skin as she settled by the water. She peered into the water at her reflection.
Is what I said true? Sakura winced at her gut’s automatic yes that shot upward. She sighed, her breath causing gentle ripples in the pond’s dark water. She felt shame clench her stomach. Disgusting. It’s disgusting I could want him that way drunk, let alone sober. Her hands raised and covered her face as she felt her thoughts roil in her head. Even if he has lived peacefully and almost like a normal person in Konoha for years after the war now, that still doesn’t mean that he’s changed.
She blinked as she remembered how shocking it had been for everyone initially when Orochimaru had settled in Konoha, having been pardoned for his past by the all-too-forgiving Naruto for his efforts in the war and starting anew. He had even been helpful on occasion for missions, providing valuable intel and at one point intervening to save Leaf nin’s lives. His actions and his apparently peaceful restart appeared to be genuine. She remembered his courteousness to her the morning after her drunken tirade upon him, his cool politeness and knowing smirk.
“But still,” she whispered aloud, her hands running through her hair. Orochimaru? She bit into her lip. Even if he’s peaceful now… Even if I am a bit lonely. Him? The water beneath her rippled from her sharp exhale. “It’s just physical attraction. Nothing more,” Sakura told herself, and she felt her shoulders untense slightly as she worked to forgive herself.
Though a bubble of dubiousness popped in her stomach, the assurance was enough for her, and she laid back on the forest floor as she closed her eyes and let the night air soothe her. She listened to the wind in the trees, the crickets in the ravine, and the rustling of the grass beside her.
Rustling? Sakura opened her eyes. Turning her head, she was faced with golden irises in the darkness beside her.
“Ah! You followed me?”
“So?” Orochimaru stretched back casually in the grass with a smirk. “You ran from me.”
Sakura gave an annoyed huff as she cast her eyes to the waters near their feet, blood rushing to her cheeks as she remembered her words from earlier. Though she already knew the answer, she voiced her concern anyway. “So… you heard me, at the bar.”
The lingering smirk was audible in his silence and Sakura hung her head with a sigh. “How much did you hear…”
“Mm. All of it.”
“What!” Sakura shot a glare at Orochimaru, who had his arms stretched up behind his head, golden eyes watching the shifting tree canopy. He offered her no further answers and she groaned as she fell back into the grass next to him. The night’s ambience played around them like a white-noise symphony; her sigh was the solo that clouded up into the air above them. Sakura found herself feeling oddly relaxed and tense at the same time. Finding the questions within herself, she closed her eyes as she spoke. “So… have you really changed?”
At his continued quiet, she turned her head in the grass to look over at Orochimaru. He was watching the clouds that scattered slowly beyond the distant branches of the trees. “I suppose,” he said then, blinking slowly. Gold flashed in his irises as he turned to look back at Sakura. “Why do you ask?”
“I suspected it, because I trust Naruto and his big damn heart,” she answered, “he has forgiven and inspired change within the most unexpected kinds of people. I just… I don’t know.” She looked back up into the sky, her brows drawing together. “I think I just needed to hear it.”
“And why is that, Sakura-chan?”
She covered her face with her hands. “I slept with you, you idiot.” Then she pressed her palms against her face harder, remembering with a flush that he was still a legendary sannin regardless of their changed relationship dynamics. “Sorry… Orochimaru-sama.” The title felt greasy on her tongue, and she winced beneath her palms.
“Hn.” At his amused tone, she peeked through two fingers to look at him; he was propped up on an elbow and facing her. Sakura’s blood pulsed at the way he smiled dangerously, white and fanged teeth gleaming in the dark. “You’ve been rude to me twice now today, Sakura-chan.” Orochimaru blinked at her slowly. “So, you should answer me truthfully to avoid any more rudeness. Is what you said earlier true?”
She peered at him from her hands, and he grinned at her partially-obscured mortified expression. Her earlier words echoed teasingly in her head. He’s a demon in bed… I just want to do him again. She bit back a sharp retort at his question and closed her fingers, hiding herself again. He’s using my embarrassment to manipulate me for answers, she thought, you should just leave before this goes somewhere even more dangerous.
Sakura’s thoughts were interrupted and she stiffened as she felt his slender fingers curl around hers and pull them from her face. Her eyes flicked to Orochimaru’s hands over hers and then to his flashing snake-eyes. Increasing panic pulsed into her blood as her instincts fought between fight-or-flight.
“Thinking of running away yet again, Sakura-chan?” She winced at the way he seemed to read her thoughts easily, and her gaze trailed distractedly then along the lavender lines that traced his eyes and ended along his slender nose. The moonlight shone on his pale, smooth skin. Her pupils widened as she realized with churning horror and heat that he was rather beautiful.
When Sakura’s subconscious whispered to her the memory of the feel of that skin beneath her fingertips, adrenaline thundered through her and she shook her head.
“No? Then what is your plan?” Orochimaru’s hand moved up from hers and rested on the side of her face. She stared in disbelief as he leaned in. What is he doing? I should have run. Maybe he’s still terrible and he’s using me. Maybe I should have --
Sakura closed her eyes without further thought as his lips melded against hers. She responded instinctively, her hands lifting to card through his long dark hair; she tugged him closer. Her thumb stroked along his smooth cheekbone and her body heat flared at the feel of his cool skin against hers. “Dammit,” she murmured against Orochimaru’s mouth as her fingers tightened in his hair. “I’m supposed to be avoiding you for the rest of my life.” One of his hands trailed up her side and she shuddered into his touch. “Mm. Well, you’re not succeeding in that, are you?” He pulled her bodily until she was pressed fully along his chest, and his midnight hair fell in a curtain around her face, shutting out the world around him as he smirked down at her with glinting golden eyes. “I’m not even drunk,” she murmured as she allowed her hand to curve along his sharp jawline. Her eyes narrowed up at him. “Did you do something to me?”
“Many things.” There was a wicked gleam in his eye and she shoved him, sitting back and disentangling herself from him. “I’m being serious. If you put some kind of mark on me, or a jutsu---”
“You healed the marks I left on you.” Orochimaru’s smile was wide, mockingly innocent, and she exhaled through her nose as she resisted trying to punch him for his playful insolence. She shoved away the images of his many fang-marked hickeys he’d left on her body during their night together and tried to focus on him, her green eyes opening wide as she pinched her lips in indignation. “Not those kind of -- Dammit, answer me straight, you snake.”
Orochimaru’s dark pupils dilated a moment at her tone, and then in a flash Sakura found herself pinned to the forest floor beneath him. His dark hair fell forward to make shadows in a frame around her face once more as his golden gaze glittered in a deadly way. “What did I say about being rude, Sakura-chan?” He pressed his body along hers as he kissed her again, and she gasped as his fangs pricked her lips and drew blood; his long tongue licked along her bottom lip, and she groaned as he pressed his full weight against her. Sakura’s hands drew up his lean sides and around his back; she sighed into his mouth as she responded to his angry, deep kiss. “Stop it,” she hissed into his mouth as she tried to restrain herself, and he smiled against her lips, moving his mouth to her neck and biting her tan skin gently. “Is that really what you want?”
“Yes,” she spat, gripping his sides and rolling them both over until she had him pinned to the forest floor instead. Sakura hovered over him, her body still aligned along his; she felt out of breath, and he smirked up at her as she gripped his wrists and pulled them up above their heads through the grass. “Ah… Sakura-chan.” Orochimaru smiled up at her with a knowing look. “If your intent is to repeat your actions from before… I won’t tell you no.” His knees clamped around her waist, pinning her to where she laid atop him, and she buried her face in his shoulder as she felt the heat between their cores increasing. “I can’t want you,” she hissed into his ear, his dark purple earring cold against her nose and her fingers curling into his clothes as she tried to resist, “I can’t…” She breathed in his skin, that metallic scent that tasted of fresh air and an unmistakably masculine tang, and she sighed into the crook of his neck.
Orochimaru’s voice was husky as his hands gripped her hips. “But you do.”
The friction between where their legs and hips tangled increased, making the tempo of her heartbeat against his chest speed up; the pooled heat burned through her body, and she could feel his pulse beneath his skin rising with hers. Sakura took in a deep breath; his scents filled her nose again, that now-familiar lime and eucalyptus of his hair and the metallic pheromones of his skin intoxicating her mind; she closed her eyes as she lifted her trembling hands away from his arms and slipped her hands around his shoulders. With a defeated sigh she pressed her face deeper into Orochimaru’s pale skin. “Just… one more time,” she whispered against his throat.
His deep chuckle made her shiver atop him as his hands ran beneath her vest and pulled it above her head in one swift motion. Sakura reached down and untied his obi; his clothes fell away loosely, and as she tugged away her shorts, Orochimaru sat up and raised a hand to grip her chin, pausing her actions. She stared with red cheeks back into his flashing golden eyes. The smirk was gone; she was lost again in the shimmering iridescence of his dark slitted eyes, and she drew her brows together in frustration as she tipped forward and slanted her mouth against his.
He gave a growl as he finished tearing away their clothes, and Sakura pulled her knees around his waist where she was now sitting in his lap. Orochimaru speared her with himself without warning, and she cried out, gripping her hands around his slender back and tipping her face into his neck; he let her feel him for a moment before his hands on her waist lifted her several inches up, drawing her almost off of him, before he brought her back down and filled her again. Sakura cried out into his skin. “--maru,” she gasped as he rolled himself up into her in a circular motion, letting her feel him caress her insides with himself. Her body shuddered against him and she gripped the side of his face as she kissed him again.
Orochimaru pulled them back down together to the ground, and Sakura adjusted her legs so she straddled him; she lifted her hips up until he was drawn out of her, listening to the slick sounds as she teased his tip at her entrance. She gave him a smile of a malice rivaling his as she felt his body tense from the teasing; golden eyes narrowed at her as she kept tormenting him, and with a hiss he reached up and slammed her hips down. Sakura yelped as he began to thrust up into her angrily, and she smiled down at him between thrusts. “Tormentor… doesn’t like being tormented?” She bent and placed a soft, mocking kiss at the corner of his mouth; Orochimaru snarled and flipped her onto the grass as he increased his pace. She made little cries as he had no mercy, slamming himself deep into her with every angry thrust, frowning dangerously down at her; Sakura briefly thought he was truly enraged, but she noticed the depth of the passion in his golden eyes, and she groaned when his hand moved down to rub her pearl while he pounded her into the grass.
She screamed as she was pushed to the edge, and his responding cry made her gasp with him; they collapsed together, and she breathed hard into his hair that covered her face as her body rippled with the shockwaves of their synchronous orgasm. She curled her arms around his back and focused on breathing, her heart pounding desperately against her chest.
Sakura tightened her shaky legs around his back, silently asking him not to go; she let out a surprised yelp as Orochimaru bit into her shoulder, his tongue moving across her skin as he sucked her shoulder into his mouth; her skin tingled with pain and with pleasure, and he sat back on top of her with a satisfied smirk at the dark red bruise and fang marks on her shoulder. Sakura made a pout as she glared up at him, her core stirring at how he twitched where he was still inside of her. “What was that for?”
He moved forward gently, and she let out a sultry moan at the feel of him moving within her; she then reached out and gripped his legs around her waist. “No, no, too soon,” she sighed.
Orochimaru slipped out of her then, leaning forward and planting a kiss along her jaw. “I enjoyed this ‘one last time,’ Sakura-chan.” Then he was gone, a flickering cool breeze above her where he had been a moment ago, and she let out a vivid curse as she closed her legs and sat up in the grass. She looked around the dark forest with angry green eyes. Did he really just leave me here like that?
She caught the slightest trace of his scent in the air, leading back to Konoha, and Sakura narrowed her green eyes. It would seem he hasn’t changed that much. No way in hell am I letting him just abandon me like this. She ignored how her cheeks stained red at how his scent was mixed with hers as she wrenched on her clothes and darted into the forest after him.

Sakura soared through the trees, a new energy invigorating her as her anger sizzled into a rage that boiled her blood. The wind whipped past her ears as she leapt high into the air above the Konoha roofs and landed gracefully on a fencepost; with a sniff, she turned her eyes into the direction he’d gone and took off in a blur across the rooftops.
A figure slammed into her, and Sakura tumbled down onto the top of a rooftop to see Ino pinning her down. “Sakura!” She looked panicked, and she began patting Sakura down, her blue eyes intensely worried. “Stop right here. Are you all right? You left so suddenly, and he took off after you.” She sat back, getting off of Sakura, who sat up on her knees and rubbed the back of her neck as she shook her head. “Yes, I know. He found me.”
“Are you okay? Did he hurt you?”
“No.” Sakura glanced away, pink staining her cheeks, and Ino didn’t notice as she kept prodding her arms and sides. “True, you don’t look hurt. But you smell bad.” Ino wrinkled her nose as Sakura flinched backwards. “What did you…”
Then Ino’s eyes widened. “You smell like him.”
Sakura shook her head quickly. “No no, you see, we fought a bit, and I’m fine. I chased him back here with intent to beat him up.” She slammed her fist into her palm, her knuckles cracking convincingly, and Ino’s wide eyes narrowed. “You’re lying.”
Sakura leaned back an inch as Ino sniffed. “His smell is all over you.” Her gaze flicked down Sakura’s clothes and she shifted with an increasingly red face; as Ino returned her stare to her best friend’s tomato-red face, her jaw fell slack. “You screwed?! Again?!”
“Shut up, Pig,” Sakura grumbled as she hunched where she sat, looking moodily out at the night. Ino was staring at her with pure disbelief, and Sakura’s face burned hotter in her embarrassment. “Man, Forehead. This is just something else. You and ol’ snake-eyes? Have you guys been in a relationship I didn’t know about? Or did what he heard you say just stoke the fire that much?” She prodded Sakura, and she buried her pink hair into her knees. “No, no, and… maybe,” she mumbled, smiling slightly at her friend’s responding squeal. “Oh kami. This is fresh. How do you expect me not to tell everyone we know? You had better offer me a good bribe, Forehead, because this is the most interesting gossip I’ve had in years.” She danced where she stood on the rooftop. “And it’s about you and your hot new item with the legendary, creepy-as-hell snake sannin… whom you’re bedding while sober.”
“It was just the one more time,” Sakura protested weakly into her knees where she had firmly pressed her burning face, cracking one eye open to glower up at Ino, who giggled in response. “Oh man. You coming clean about it only makes this so much better and so much worse at the same time. You really got over Sasuke, huh? Trying out some very new things?” She avoided Sakura’s swatting hand as she teased her. “Lovemaking in the forest… How romantic, Forehead. What’s next? The laboratory?”
Sakura grimaced into her knees at the thought. She imagined being propped up on the counter with Orochimaru standing between her legs, golden eyes flashing as he pressed her against the edge, glass vials scattering around them and breaking, and she groaned into her knees as she tried to dash the possible tryst out of her head. “Damn you, Ino,” she hissed, “I need to get going before you make me lose my mind.” She stood up, glaring at her gleeful friend as she looked back in the direction she had been going. “I wasn’t lying about the kicking-his-ass part.”
“Oh?” Ino folded her arms, long ponytail shifting as she tilted her head questioningly. “What did he do to make you so mad?”
“Fucker ran off,” Sakura growled, and her hands balled into fists. “Right afterward.”
Ino raised her slim brows. “Well, go get him then.”
“With pleasure.” Sakura kicked off from the rooftop, her anger rising again as she tracked Orochimaru down.

Sakura didn’t bother knocking on the apartment door. She lifted her foot and kicked it down. Striding into the apartment, her fists gripping at her sides, she looked around with burning eyes for her target. When she didn’t spot him in the kitchen, she turned to walk into the bedroom; the rooms were dark, silent, empty. With a curse she spun around and then spotted him leaning against the wall with a nasty smile on his face. “Sakura-chan.”
She stomped up to him, her fist raised to strike, and he smirked back at her unflinchingly. She blinked when she realized he was in nothing but a towel, his long dark hair falling in damp strands around his face and down his shoulders. “You ass,” she spat, and she lunged forward with her fist. Her knuckles impacted into the wall, leaving a sizeable hole in the drywall; she spun, hissing with anger at his shadow clone, and saw him again. He was leaning against the counter this time with the same teasing smile. “Missed me?” He blinked as she vaulted over the counter and threw her fist again.
The shadow clone poofed as she stopped her fist in time from breaking apart the counter. She backed away and turned toward the sound of his lilting voice again, coming from the bedroom; she stepped through the open doorway, fuming to see him sitting on the edge of the bed with folded arms. “Tsk tsk, Sakura-chan. Simply not quick enough.”
With a roar she lunged at him, and this time she hit flesh as she pinned him back on the bed, her knees straddling his hips as she lifted her fist and brought it down. She sunk her knuckles into the mattress just beside his face and bent, her green eyes smoldering; his golden eyes searched hers with his ever-present smirk, and with a growl she kissed him. Sakura’s hands gripped his shoulders as he shifted to adjust her in his lap, his mouth responding to hers with an edge, and she felt him prick her lips with his fangs in the same place he had earlier. She groaned as his tongue curled around hers; she shivered in a mix of revolt and delight as their tongues battled. Her hand curled around his head, and she clenched her thighs around his waist as he sat up with her in his arms.
Then she pulled back, her features twisted in an expression of deep frustration. She regarded him with accusing eyes and Orochimaru raised his dark brows. “Yes, Sakura-chan?”
“You left me,” she said, her tone quieter, and he blinked back at her innocently. “And?”
“And?!” She shoved him lightly. “What do you mean ‘and’?!”
“I specifically recall you saying ‘just one more time’.” Orochimaru’s smirk returned. “But it seems you’re already breaking that resolve.” He glanced down at where their laps were entangled, the towel barely covering him, and Sakura blushed mauve. “I…” She shifted, keeping her legs curled around his lower back as she gave a great sigh and watched him tiredly. She thought for a moment, deciding what she wanted to do. Screw it. Even though he is who is, I undeniably want this now, and I’ve been lonely long enough.
“Fine.”
Orochimaru leaned in, golden gaze glinting. “Fine what?”
Sakura tipped her head forward, feeling a tang of boldness run down her throat as she spoke with her lips brushing along his shoulder. “You said I was welcome back here anytime.” Her hands ran up his sides. “I’m taking you up on that.”
It was Orochimaru’s turn to be surprised as she pressed him back down to the mattress; her hands slid up his smooth chest and she stared at his elegant features. “I want to see where this goes.” Her heart thudded madly against her chest as his cool hands felt up her lower back, setting fire across her skin. His smile had returned, and she blushed at the way he regarded her with easy warmth. “Hmm. It’s an interesting proposal,” he murmured as he turned them over on the mattress; she tilted her head back as he trailed a tongue along the sensitive skin of her throat and across the marks he left on her shoulder before returning his glittering golden eyes to her green ones. “Are you sure?”
“Don’t push it,” she said as she reached up and tugged him down to her. “I still don’t fully believe you’ve changed.” Her fingers threaded through the silky black strands and he laughed softly as she tugged him further into the bedsheets, their bodies pressing together. “What, are you supposed to be my incentive to keep being good?” He whispered the word sinfully into her ear, and she arched against him instinctively. “Perhaps.”
“Interesting.” One of his hands took her thigh and hitched it up on his waist as he slid over her, his other hand pressing her into the pillows. He hovered his face over hers, golden eyes flashing in the dim light of the room; she watched him intently as he spoke with a deep assenting tone, the smirk returning to the corner of his lips. “I accept.”
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