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It was the middle of the night when Sakura finally managed to get herself out of the hospital.
It was bad enough that her entire body had been sore after she had completed her shift at the ANBU medical lab two days ago. Seriously, had she gotten into a fight with a patient and tried to do multiple splits? She couldn’t think of what else could have caused that ache in her thighs which still twinged.
And now, she had swollen feet and an aching back from standing for hours. But it couldn’t be helped, not when they’d had a heavily injured team return and the emergency department had needed all hands on deck. She’d stayed way past the end of her shift to ensure the entire team would survive the night.
Exhausted to the bone and almost out of chakra, she trudged toward her apartment, resenting every step she needed to take. Consumed as she was by the thoughts of how she was going to remedy her fatigue, she was utterly unprepared for the arms that suddenly circled her waist, restraining her from further movement. She tried to get herself free, but those arms were iron chains, trapping her where she stood.
She shoved her elbow back, intending to give her assailant a good gut punch. But they were even faster, their palm impacting her elbow and locking it in place.
“Sa-ku-ra,” a rich baritone teased. “Is that any way to greet me after everything we’ve done together?” She felt something wet flick over her ear, and shuddered.
That voice. It sounded so familiar, but… “I have no idea what you are talking about. Let me go, now.”
The man's grip slackened as he froze. She immediately tried to extricate herself, but to no avail – the arms simply tightened around her again, holding her even more closely than they had before.
“Did you not recognize my chakra signature?” he asked, his voice losing all hint of playfulness. It was neutral. Empty.
She tried to turn, to at least see who this mystery man she was supposed to be so familiar with was, but a hand shot up to grip her chin, holding it firmly in place. Screw him anyway. How the hell was he able to use just his two hands to immobilize so many parts of her at once? She still couldn’t move her elbow.
“I’m almost out of chakra,” she said, against her better judgment. He already had her in a vulnerable position – knowing her chakra levels was not going to give him any more advantage over her.
He hummed, and she could feel the vibration of it against her back. She realized that she quite liked how it felt. “And you do not recognize my voice, do you? I did not think the mask would make such a difference.”
A mask –
“You know me from ANBU,” she realized.
“Yes. You treated me two days ago.”
She thought again of how sore she’d been after she had left the labs, and where the aches had been at their greatest. About the implication in his teasing question – about what they had done together. The pieces clicked together in her head, and she groaned. “You mean that’s why I was so sore? Seriously?”
“You truly do not have any memory of it?”
She shook her head. “I’m given a seal when I first enter,” she explained. “On my arm. It keeps me from remembering anything that happens during the check-ups. Confidentiality, you know.” She wasn’t quite sure that she managed to keep the sourness out of her voice.
She suddenly felt herself being lifted into his arms, and she yelped, throwing her arms around him. It was still far too dark for her to be able to see his face with any clarity, but she did feel hair under her hands. Mentally, she began running down the list of men she knew who wore their hair in a ponytail and who could plausibly be in ANBU.
The list was excruciatingly short, and she felt chills running down her body. No way.
“Low on chakra, with no memory of me…” He clicked his tongue in annoyance. “We will have to rectify both those issues.”
He jumped onto a nearby tree to begin the journey back to wherever he was taking her, and Sakura swallowed as the moonlight threw his features into sharp relief.
Somehow, somewhere, somebody was definitely laughing at her. She had apparently fucked Uchiha Itachi, and she couldn’t remember it at all.
Twenty minutes later, she found herself lying in her bed, Itachi feeding chocolate to her as if she were a child.
“I’m fine,” she grumbled. “And honestly, it’s not very good manners to break into people’s houses right in front of them.”
“You have no food in your pantry, and the only thing not past its expiry date in your refrigerator was this bar of chocolate,” he informed. “You are most certainly not fine.”
“Why do you care anyway?” she demanded. It was definitely ungracious of her, but the way he was taking care of her felt weird . She didn’t think she would have been that good of a lay.
Not to mention the fact that he had not even put her down to let her unlock her own damn door – no, he had found it more expedient to pick her lock . It was even more irritating that he had been right – he definitely had gotten them in much faster than they would have if he’d waited for her to search her bag for her key in her tired state.
“I don’t know,” he admitted. “There is just something that compels me to do so.”
“But you do realize you don’t owe me anything right? We may have fucked, but I can’t even remember it. And if what you’re telling me is right, it was my own screw-up that caused it. I owe you more than you owe me.”
His brows creased. “It disturbs me that you have no recollection of it,” he admitted. He reached out to tuck her hair behind her ear. “It may have been prompted by a substance, but what we shared – it was special, in a way that none of my prior experiences were.”
A thought occurred to her. “Itachi, I… Is it rude if I ask how many of those experiences were on missions?”
He smiled, but there was no mirth behind it. “All of them.”
Her heart broke for him. She could not ask him for more details, much as she wanted to. Seduction missions were by default ANBU level, and those were even more classified than normal ones.
But the odds were high that everyone he had ever slept with was dead – likely by his own hand.
She intertwined her fingers with his, feeling painfully shy as she did so. He might appear to have formed some kind of attachment to her – rather like a young animal imprinting on the first living being it saw – but he was still Uchiha Itachi. His status was leagues above hers. She was just an average civilian-born ninja who had spent her teenage years with an embarrassing crush on his younger brother.
Taking her touch for consent, he drew her in for a kiss. It sparked something within her – as their lips met, a bonfire erupted within her chest, almost as if their souls had connected as well. His hands burned where they caressed her back, and there was an ache within her that demanded to be filled.
She may have no recollection of what they had done, but it appeared her body remained familiar enough with his touch to beg for more.
He blazed kisses down her neck, and she found herself moaning needily. He stilled for a moment before unzipping her vest and continuing to lavish kisses on her breasts. Her nipples peaked, pleading for attention, but they went ignored as his tongue swirled languidly on the surrounding flesh instead.
“Itachi, please,” she whimpered. The only indication that he had even heard her was a hand rising from her waist to toy with her nipple, his calloused fingertips sending sparks through her body with barely-there brushes against the stiffened nub.
She could feel something coiling within her belly. As his mouth finally closed over her other nipple, giving it the attention it desperately needed, she cried out. She could almost believe she could cum just from what he was doing to her breasts. With every suck and every nip, the coil within her only wound tighter. She bucked against him, desperate for more. All thoughts of her exhaustion fled – she wanted to fuck this incredibly hot man, and she wanted him now.
He released her nipple and looked up at her with shining eyes. A hand tenderly stroked her hair. Despite her impatience to get back to it, Sakura forced herself to stay still. He needed this. She could tell.
“Perhaps it is a good thing that you have forgotten our first time,” he said. “I was too far gone in my need to pay much attention to you beyond ensuring that you found release too.”
A lazy smirk crossed his face, and she found herself shivering. “This time,” he said, hands dipping into her waistband, “will be about you. I want to hear you, Sakura. Your cries and moans. Tell me what you like, what you need. Can you do that for me?”
The air of authority he exuded in that moment was so damn sexy. Damn, maybe she had a hidden submission kink. “Yes,” she breathed.
His smirk grew more pronounced. “Good.”
With a swift movement, her shorts and panties were slid off her body, though he left her medic’s apron alone, and her vest remained at her shoulders – little defense against his sinful touches.
He laid her flat on her back. His fingers slid over her opening once, and just that simple touch was enough to get her keening and writhing.
“So needy for me,” he said. His finger dove into her entrance and was immediately soaked in her fluids. He laughed breathlessly. “So wet.”
He leaned closer to her, his breath tickling her ear. “You only have my word for it that we’ve already fucked, Sakura. What if we hadn’t? What if I’d just lied to you?”
She shook her head. She didn’t know him that well, but Sasuke wouldn’t shut up about him. Just from the things he’d said, she knew Itachi wasn’t the sort to manipulate her like that. “So much trust in me,” he purred. “Maybe you’re just a slut. Maybe you’d get this wet for any man.”
His thumb brushed over her clit, and her body spasmed. All while Sakura tried to wrap her head around the fact that this man, who had always been so polite and distant each time she’d visited the Uchiha home, was talking to her this way.
She found that she liked it.
“Maybe I do,” she said breathily. “Maybe you should punish me.”
“Maybe I should,” he agreed. “But perhaps you are unaware, Sakura. Bad girls don’t get to cum.”
His thumb brushed over her clit again – a longer, more lingering touch this time. “Itachi – so good,” she cried.
Obsidian bled to crimson, and the thought that he was memorizing this moment only added to her sizzling feelings. “Please, Itachi, I want you in me.”
“No.”
She almost whined in protest before his head ducked under her apron, and she felt his tongue lapping away at her. It was too much and not enough all at once. Her thighs closed around his head, doing her best to make sure he wouldn’t emerge until he had given her what she wanted.
“Yes, Itachi, please, yes, yes!” she cried as his tongue expertly swiped up and down her folds. His hands, too, did not rest – they pressed into her ass, kneading and caressing, pushing her firmly against the devastating power of his tongue, ensuring she could not escape.
In her lust-fuelled haze, she found that she could almost envy his previous targets. Oh, to have been the sole focus of this man’s attention! To have been the object of a perfectly executed strategy to bring her to the edges of her pleasure!
His tongue withdrew for a moment, and she almost wept in dismay, before it flicked against her clit. That was just what she needed, and she found herself simultaneously crashing down even as she rose to the highest of heights. Her muscles clenched, her vision whited out, and she could feel the ripples of pleasure course through her body.
Finally, finally , when she returned to herself, he was holding her, and his lips were on hers, and the thought that she was tasting her essence on him stoked the flames within her once more.
Her fingers tangled in his hair. “More, Itachi.”
He shook his head regretfully. “You’re still sore,” he said. “And it hasn’t been nearly enough time for you to recover your chakra yet. You need to rest.”
“I can just heal myself tomorrow morning, please, Itachi.”
“Don’t you run the risk of weakening your muscles if you continually heal yourself with chakra?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. His hand stroked her hair.
“But what about you?”
He smiled. “You have had a long day. I can wait. After all, I have an appointment with my favorite medic in three days.”
He turned her over so she was lying on her front, and before she could ask what he was doing, he ripped her vest off her body. His weight hovered atop her, his knuckles kneading her sore shoulders and back, relieving the aches and pains of an entire day of standing.
She gasped as he pressed into the exact spot where the ache had been greatest. It was almost as if he could see which spots were the sorest just by seeing how she held herself – he was a prodigy indeed.
“Itachi,” she cried out as his clever hands continued to massage her, moving to her lower back. “Please, that’s enough.” This was too much. They didn’t even really know each other. Sex was one thing – but this felt far more intimate. It was the kind of thing she’d expect from a boyfriend. Not a – a one-night stand, she supposed they were. Or no, this wasn’t their first time together. Fuck buddy? Who even knew?
“Isn’t this what you need?” he asked softly. “You cared for me when I was lost under the influence of the aphrodisiac. Let me care for you now.”
She felt as if she should protest once again when he moved his focus to her thighs. But the way his hands rubbed her tired muscles, bringing her the relief she desperately needed, turned her to a puddle of goo. She succumbed to his attentions, allowing him to take care of her, even as a sweet, warm feeling rose within her. Really, none of the boys she’d briefly dated had shown her anywhere near this level of consideration.
He eventually seemed to be satisfied that her aches were sufficiently relieved, and pulled her into his arms, caressing her lightly. She found herself sinking into his embrace, her head resting against his perfectly chiseled chest.
“You could have any woman you wanted,” she found herself saying. “But you came back for me. Even after that aphrodisiac wore off. Was it – was it just because I was your first real one?”
“I don’t know,” he said. “All I know is that I never really thought about you before. But after I pulled off your headband, I just felt glad that it was you. And after, when you asked to keep my shirt, I wanted to say yes.”
“You’d better have brought an extra one with you today,” she mumbled. She knew she was embarrassing herself, but between the contentment brought on by her orgasm and his talented hands, not to mention the fogginess of her sleep-deprived brain, she could not bring herself to care. “I’m not going to accept any excuses.”
He laughed, that rich sound that made her feel giddy with excitement. “You still want it?”
“Mmhm,” she sighed, nuzzling into him. “You smell amazing.”
He was saying something else, but she couldn’t hear it. She was sinking deeper into unconsciousness, slumber claiming her as he had claimed her affections that night.
This was nice. She wouldn’t mind… something longer term… with him…