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Sakura snapped on her gloves, trembling with anticipation. Itachi was due for his appointment soon, and he’d pretty much promised that they were going to fuck in the labs again.
She felt a thrill pass through her as she glanced up at the one-way glass at the top of the lab, where ANBU Command sometimes conducted spot checks to ensure the medics were following protocol. She wondered if they’d be watched, and the thought made her insides flutter.
She’d forgone her usual uniform today – instead, she was wearing a shirt that Itachi had thoughtfully left at her apartment, and a pair of thin leggings. They were functional, but more importantly, she was sure he would like them.
A blush rose in her cheeks as she considered… whatever she and Itachi were. They’d basically fucked twice, only one of which she remembered. Already, though, she couldn’t get him out of her mind. She wasn’t sure how long their attraction would last, but she was damn well going to enjoy it while it did.
She flipped through his chart. It was seriously lame that she still had to do her actual job. She stilled as she glanced through the notes she had penned down at his last check-up.
Deliberate.
She’d even smudged the ink a little to be sure she wouldn’t miss it.
The dots connected. His medication had been sabotaged.
She glanced up uneasily at the viewing room again. Had whoever sabotaged the medication been in there? Were they in there now?
She went over to the box she’d received that morning. It had been delivered by an overly friendly silver-haired chuunin, and nothing had seemed out of place. She examined the bottle, frowning. It looked like it was the correct medication. But if it had been sabotaged once, what were the odds that it might be untainted this time?
She disrupted and restarted her flow of chakra, performing a genjutsu release. It appeared to be normal, but she would not put it past whoever had gone to the trouble of infiltrating ANBU’s supply chain to be capable of casting a genjutsu that would not be revealed by a simple release.
She would need the Sharingan for this.
And she would need to operate under the assumption that whoever had carried out the sabotage was sticking around to see if their interference worked.
A knock came on the door. She swallowed. Itachi. She had to warn him not to appear too familiar with her.
“Come in,” she called out. That should clue him in that something was wrong – his lung issues meant that he was one of her most frequent patients. She never asked her patients to open the door, preferring to do so for them, and she was certain it was the same for those she saw through ANBU as well.
As soon as he entered, she fixed a polite smile on her face. “ANBU-san,” she greeted. “Please, have a seat, and we will begin the examination.”
Another anomaly for him to pick up on. She always asked how her patients were doing first, spending the first few minutes in whatever approximation of small talk that one could achieve when both the parties’ identities were obscured.
“Medic-san,” he returned tonelessly, with nothing of the warmth that had infused his voice at their last meeting. “I trust the issues with the medication have been resolved?”
“Yes, I think so,” she said. She could only hope that the saboteur didn’t have access to Itachi’s chart. If he did, he would know that she would have had no way of remembering the sabotage, and they would both be screwed. “I double-checked the packaging, and even performed a genjutsu release to check for any evidence of tampering. I’m sure it’s clear. The last week must have been a fluke – a mistake by the courier, maybe.”
Please. Understand what I’m trying to say. Help me check.
“That is good to hear, medic-san,” he said, and took a seat. He immediately began tapping his feet in an uncharacteristic display of restlessness. It took her a moment to realize there was a pattern to his tapping. It was code.
Instructions.
She couldn’t deny the rush that gave her – a shinobi of his caliber, an S-ranked ANBU operative, the best of the best – asking her for instructions?
“You might wish to check the packaging yourself, ANBU-san. If you have any remaining doubts,” she said, holding the bottle up.
At the same time, she allowed her eyes to drift to the viewing platform nestled at the top of the room. Whoever was watching, if they were, she hoped that they wouldn’t catch those minuscule movements. This wouldn’t work otherwise.
As she returned her gaze to him, peering into the eye holes of his mask, she caught a flash of crimson. He shook his head politely. “There is no need, medic-san. I have complete faith in your conscientiousness. If you believe it is clean, I believe so as well.” His foot resumed its tapping.
Tampered.
“You’re flattering me, ANBU-san,” she laughed. “Now I have to pretend that I’m not affected by it!”
She grabbed the syringe, feeling Itachi’s eyes tracking her every movement. It would remind her that in all probability, there was a second pair of eyes watching her as well.
He rolled up his sleeve, and she positioned the syringe and depressed the plunger, moving closer to Itachi so their watcher would not see the liquid harmlessly flowing down his skin.
She disposed of the needle and waited patiently.
“Medic-san,” Itachi murmured. “I believe that medication may have been tampered with after all.”
She whirled around, hoping she wasn’t overdoing the appearance of shock. “What – ”
“Come here,” he ordered, spreading his legs wide, and she felt heat bloom within her belly. Somehow, knowing that they were going to be watched as he played the role of a horny man dominating his poor medic only increased the thrill. She really was a depraved pervert, wasn’t she? Without a word of protest, she slid between his legs.
He stood, arms enfolding her. He turned her so she was facing away from him, and she felt his cock nestle between the globes of her ass. He was already hard. Mmmm, wearing those leggings had been the right decision.
“Good girl,” he praised, and didn’t that just make the wetness pool between her legs?
“ANBU-san, please, we can try to find another solution.”
He shoved his hands into her pants, not even needing to slide his fingers between her lips before he was coated with her juices. Heat rose in her cheeks – she was dripping, and they both knew it.
“What a dishonest little mouth you have, Sakura,” he purred. “Asking me to stop, when your body is crying out for me to continue.”
She had to keep a steady head. Had to. But the way his fingers played with her clouded her mind, made her dizzy with longing. She needed to think of their next step of action, to direct him, but she arched into him, wanting to feel the hard planes of his chest against her back. She rubbed herself against him, whining needily.
“Do not turn around,” he said, before she heard a clack of porcelain. His mask was off again, and she couldn’t have hated their watcher more than she did in that moment – she desperately wanted to face him, to taste his perfect lips. His lips skirted across the skin exposed by her shirt, moving up her neck, until it hovered above her ear.
“There is someone watching us,” he whispered. “They have attempted to mask their chakra signature, but they were sloppy.”
His teeth closed around the shell of her ear, nipping gently, and she found herself crying out. “Ah – It – it’s so good!”
She was getting sloppy. She’d almost screamed his name instead. She had to focus.
“What,” she panted. “What do you – want me – to do – ANBU-san?”
“This is your show, Sakura. You are the one that drugged me. You tell me.”
She could have screamed. She was a medic, for fuck’s sake – what would she know about stealth operations?
He added a second finger, thrusting in and out of her languidly. He was utterly unbearable. He could not even blame the aphrodisiac this time – no, he was just enjoying tormenting her. His other hand snaked up her shirt and pinched her nipple. She was going to explode.
Screw stealth!
“Throw me,” she whispered, not even caring anymore if their visitor could hear them. They wanted to watch? Sakura would give them the beatdown of a lifetime, and turn around and fuck Itachi right in front of them. They’d get a show alright. “I’ll break the glass. Back me up.”
His hand withdrew from within her, and she could have wept at the loss of it. She found herself flying – damn, he was fast. She managed to get her bearings in time to pull her fist back, and she smashed the glass with everything she had.
She transitioned into a roll, landing on her knees, the lingering heat of her arousal melding with the blazing fire of her rage. It was that damn chuunin – staring at her with a look of horror, hand grasping his cock, pre-cum beading on his tip.
“You,” she growled. He hastily tucked himself back into his pants, lunging at her. She dodged just in time, narrowly avoiding the green glow of medical chakra around his palms.
“You’re a medic?” she screeched. “How could you – if he’d been allergic to the aphrodisiac, it could have killed him! You should have known better!” She’d have to be careful with her strength here – there were ANBU agents’ biological samples and data in the lab. Any break in the structure would be a breach in their security as well.
She lashed out against him again with a kick, wondering vaguely where Itachi was.
In any case, she didn’t really need him. There was a point in her life where this chuunin would have been too much for her abilities – but the shinobi she was now could take him easily, even while limiting her strength to preserve the building’s structural integrity. After all, his primary weapon appeared to be the medical ninjutsu he used to sever his targets’ nerves. But she was a medic herself – she could heal the injuries he caused with ease.
Soon, she had him knocked out cold. A hand silently passed her a cord, which she used to bind his hands. “I thought I told you to back me up,” she growled.
“You didn’t need it.”
She glanced up, and felt a shiver pass through her. His pupils were dilated, and there was a faint flush rising in his cheeks.
“Besides,” he went on, “I was more than happy to leave you to it. You are quite a vision when you’re fighting.”
She could feel herself blushing to match him. Her heart could have been a shinobi in the middle of combat for all the somersaults and cartwheels it was performing. That was… wow.
When was the last time someone had left her to fight, believing in her ability to handle it? When was the last time someone had admired her monstrous strength, rather than being terrified of it?
She launched herself at him, but he didn’t brace himself well enough – which was surprising. Wasn’t he used to people throwing themselves at him? They landed in a tangle of limbs, and she couldn’t quite tell where he ended and she began.
He pulled her in for a bruising kiss, sucking on her bottom lip. His hands caressed the length of her body, and she felt herself writhe against him. She moaned against his mouth, hands tangling in his hair.
As they broke apart, gasping for air, Itachi tenderly stroked her cheek, gazing at her with a look of wonder. “You’re incredible,” he sighed. “I am almost tempted to let him go, if only to thank him for the gift of bringing you into my life.”
She immediately scooted down his body. She could only think of one way to express the extent of the sheer gratitude and affection she felt for him in that moment. Guessing her destination, he sat up, eyes shining with anticipation. She pulled his cock out of his pants and licked it up the sides, enjoying how his breath hitched and his eyes glazed over.
She gave his cock a couple of pumps before taking it into her mouth, enjoying how it filled her up. Her walls contracted, aching to feel him there. He reached out to tug at her hair, forcing her to take him even deeper, and he groaned.
“So good, Sakura. Never felt anything so good.”
She ached with the need to hear more of his praise, to watch him – normally so stoic, so composed – come apart. Not because of an aphrodisiac, but because of her.
She hollowed her cheeks, sucking harder. She continued stroking what she couldn’t quite fit in her mouth yet, spreading her saliva all over him. The sloppier she was, the better it would be for him – and sure enough, he cried out, his body quivering.
“Fuck, Sakura – so good. More,” he begged. His hands tugged on her hair, forcing her to take him even more deeply. Tears came to her eyes. She could withdraw, could beg for mercy and say she was done. The man who had so gently cared for her three days ago, who had ensured she had food, who had massaged away her aches and seen to her pleasure – he would understand.
But she wanted to reciprocate now. Wanted to make him feel as good as he’d made her feel. Wanted to prove to herself that she was every bit as special as he perceived her to be. And if that silver-haired nin was somehow conscious again, she wanted him to watch her skill – to know exactly what his actions had brought about.
And so, she concentrated on breathing through her nose, on stroking and teasing every erogenous zone she knew of with her hands, coaxing out his seed.
His hands tightened, and he finally erupted in her mouth. She met his eyes, dilated and glazed in pleasure, as the evidence of his desire – for her – emptied down her throat. He loosened his hold on her hair, seizing her shoulders and bringing her body up so he could kiss her again. She whined in protest, knowing he would taste his own seed on her tongue – but he did not appear to care, crazed with a fierce longing that she could feel infecting her as well.
He lifted her shirt and she obliged him, raising her arms so he could pull it off her. He tucked his thumbs into the waistband of her leggings, rolling them down agonizingly slowly. Her chest heaved as she breathed in desire and need, the steady brush of his hands down her thighs and her calves setting off sparks.
Once she was entirely nude before him, he began kissing a path down her body, his lips awakening a fire within her wherever they grazed. She writhed under his touch, closing her eyes so she could focus on the sensations he aroused within her. On his desperation and urgency, utterly at odds with the tenderness of his caresses.
He finally reached his destination, inhaling deeply before he plunged his tongue into her folds with a groan. She could almost believe herself a goddess, worshiped by her most devout adherent, as he lapped at her juices. She shuddered, feeling her walls clench. “Itachi,” she keened. “Itachi, please – ”
His hands gripped her ass, pulling her more firmly against him. His nose grazed her clit with every move of his tongue, and she felt herself ascend higher, sink deeper into the raging depths of her need. She was walking on the edge of a cliff, and she was going to dive off it for his promises of euphoria and oneness.
He pulled his mouth off her, his eyes flashing. “Cum for me, Sakura,” he ordered, fingers flicking expertly against her clit. He had learned her body so well within the short time they had known each other, and it showed as he knew exactly how to guide her off the edge. She shattered as she took the plunge, knowing he would catch her, knowing she was already safe in his arms.
He rested his head against her chest as they both recovered. She stroked his silky locks, wanting to stay that way with him forever. It was almost unbelievable that she had not known him at all a week ago, beyond that he was Sasuke’s brother and a genius shinobi.
“We should go turn him in before he wakes up,” she said at last, hating that she needed to speak those words. She’d entered the lab that morning expecting to be fucked into next week. This connection she now felt with him – it left her feeling bereft that she wouldn’t remember it.
“There’s no need,” he replied. “He will be interrogated, and in so doing, will compromise you. I won’t have that. I will deal with him.”
Tears pricked at her eyes. She knew she was falling for this man, and she wouldn’t have any memory of it. Fuck that seal anyway.
He seemed to guess at her thoughts, thumb gently wiping her tears. “Do not worry,” he assured her. “I will seek you out again once he has been dealt with. And I will make you mine.”
It would not be the same. She already felt so bereft that their first time together was lost to her. But what was one or two encounters, compared to the forever his blazing eyes promised?
She would place her trust in him. He had proven himself more than worthy of it.
“Don’t make me wait too long.”
“I won’t.”