Warnings: Dubious/non consensual sexual situations, mild bondage, angst. For mature readers only. Oh, and hetero. –gag-

Traitorous Heart

Sakura bit her lip hard to keep from whimpering. The muscles in her thighs strained and corded with the effort to close her legs, but the rough, heavy rope wrapped around her ankles held them as far apart as possible. Her shorts had been slit down the front, leaving her clad only white cotton panties. Her shirt and jacket, however, had been left on, possibly because her captor couldn't be bothered to undress her completely. Her arms had been tied to the posts of the bed as well, and her shirt shifted across her chest with each edgy breath she took.

A surge of hatred washed through her as tears of frustration leaked from her eyes. She fixed a venomous green gaze on the man watching her impassively, the man who’d captured and bound her, the same man who... who she thought she’d loved, once upon a time.

“Where is he, Sakura?” Sasuke’s voice was low, almost a whisper, but it seemed louder than a thunderclap in the overbearing silence of the small room.

“Fuck you.” She spat in reply, forcing the muscles in her upper arms to relax, knowing that struggling was no use. Sasuke had made sure the ropes tying her to the bed were not only fixed, but also as painful as possible. The rough cording of the rope chafed against the sensitive skin of her wrist every time she took a breath.

Her attention was drawn back to Sasuke when he moved closer, calmly shrugging off his outer coat. She began to breathe harder despite her frantic attempts to remain indifferent. She couldn’t hold back a soft moan when he lifted his shirt off as well, revealing a smooth, lean chest. The throbbing between her legs increased exponentially as she took in the soft, unblemished skin, and the flat, pink nipples accentuating his defined chest.

She had to shut her eyes on a sob as his hand went to the front of his pants. This is wrong, she thought, desperately searching for anything to focus on, anything but the incriminating wetness at her core. It’s a game, Sakura. He doesn’t want you.

She kept her eyes stubbornly closed even as she felt him move closer. The mattress dipped as he settled in between her legs and Sakura couldn’t hold back a soft moan at the thought of what he was going to do next.

The hot, heavy touch of his hand on her upper thigh was unexpected and jarred her enough that her eyes snapped open. His lifeless black orbs stared back at her and she belatedly took a moment to figure out that his achingly soft, pink mouth was forming words.

“…find you.” He finished. “Tell me his location and we can end this right now.”

Not trusting herself to speak lest she moan instead, Sakura gave a terse shake of her head. She saw his mouth tighten and his hand dip to cradle her inner thigh and buttock. Her breath left her in a whoosh and she took in a sharp gasp as his thumb pressed lightly in the center of her clothed opening. Her underwear was already embarrassingly damp.

Watching her with a detached, stiff look on his face, Sasuke ran his thumb over the highly sensitized area before pressing in gently. Sakura whimpered, agonizing tingles rushing from that one touch to the tips of her toes, making them curl helplessly.

“How much more are you willing to take?” Sasuke’s emotionless, empty voice made her shiver in revulsion.

“Ar—“ Sakura’s voice caught in her throat and she coughed to dislodge the words. “Are you willing to rape me to get your way, Sasuke?” she rasped.

The corner of Sasuke’s mouth twitched in what may have been a smile, in another lifetime. “It’s not rape if you’re willing, Sakura.”

With a smooth, calculated movement, he eased three fingers inside her panties and came in contact with her hot, aching flesh. Sakura nearly screamed as the pleasure of being touched overwhelmed her. Moving his fingers experimentally, he raised his eyes to hers once more.

“You’re dripping wet.” He commented, voice as bland as would be if he was discussing the weather. The words sent cords of heat, accompanied by shame, twisting through her body. Gods, what had she done to deserve this? Her body ached and throbbed for his touch while her heart broke little by little inside her chest.

He must have seen the expression of anguish on her face because his eyebrows furrowed lightly as he eased the panties down her legs, leaving them stretched between her knees. His gaze fell on her wet, red opening and he examined her with a curious objectivity, as if he was observing a new specimen in a microscope.

Satisfied with whatever he saw and ever mindful of the heady blush covering Sakura’s face, he took the direct approach and cupped her entire sex in his large, hot palm. Sakura let out a shriek as he pressed quickly, rubbing against her clit, lifting her hips in a silent plea for more.

“Tell me, Sakura.” He demanded.

“No…I… o-ohhh..” her denial was drawn out into a helpless moan as his calloused fingers hesitantly rubbed over her clitoris, stimulating nerves and erasing all other thought processes from her mind. Encouraged by her response, he rubbed harder, pressing and kneading until Sakura became aware that the words streaming out of her mouth were pleas. She was begging him for more, twisting her hips into his hand, moaning like a common whore. A rush of self disgust caught her off guard, but before she had time to dwell on it, he slid his middle finger into her slick opening.

Her breath caught in her throat as she clenched onto his finger instinctively. Though the haze that was her vision she saw his eyes widen in surprise as her inner walls fluttered and squeezed his finger rhythmically.

“Sas-ah! Sasuke-kun!” she sobbed, unknowingly reverting back to the term of endearment she had attached to his name when they were both younger and a lot more naïve.

She noted the change in him instantly, the way his eyes shuttered and his finger stilled its cautious exploration inside her. She moaned a little against her will and undulated her hips in an effort to get him to move again, her mind wiped of all thoughts but sex.

Lust settled like a fog over her, deftly silencing her doubt and guilt and shame. It had the opposite effect on Sasuke. She was aware of him pulling back even though his body remained unmoving, saw his face become blank once more, and felt the dip in temperature as he removed his hand from her body.

He stood quickly, his jaw clenching and unclenching as he precisely sliced the rope tying her right arm. Confusion flooding her, she fumbled and grasped his arm weakly as he moved to cut the other rope. “Sasuke, what—“ she started, helplessly, her mind flustered and her body sore with want.

He yanked his arm back and leaned over her with a terse shake of his head, lips pressed in a thin, tight line. The feeling returned to her arm abruptly as the nerves pinched from the rope dilated once again and she left her arm fall with a pained gasp. As she twisted in pain, the back of her hand ran over the front of his pants and they both stilled.

At first, she couldn’t comprehend it. The throbbing between her legs robbed her of all thoughts, but the grim expression on his face made one return with startling clarity. He doesn’t want you.

“Takigakure.” She heard herself say numbly, as if hearing her own voice through a long tunnel. “He’s in Takigakure.”

She heard Sasuke made a soft, sudden noise, felt him slice the other rope and grip her shoulders, turning her to face him. She saw him mouth the words, I’m sorry, forgive me, I never meant to hurt you…but heard nothing past the dull roaring in her ears.

She couldn’t even force a laugh through her stiff lips as the last, tender piece of her heart that fancied her in love with him still crumbled to dust. She shifted out of his grasp as much as she could with her limited mobility and rasped, “Don’t touch me.”

She had never said anything she meant more. Sasuke must have sensed the change in her, because he stepped back, hands drawn in front of him in an uncharacteristic plea of forgiveness. He found himself unable to meet her blank gaze, for the first time in his life afraid of the hatred he was sure he would find there.

He jerkily moved towards the foot of the bed and gathered his clothes, putting them on with mechanic ease. He walked towards the door and stopped, turned, tempted to open his mouth and force out words that would erase the impassive look on his former teammate’s face. Swallowing thickly and shaking his head, overcome with disgust at his actions, he turned back.

Sakura’s soft, empty voice reached him as his hand touched the doorknob.

“He doesn’t love you.” She said, with certain conviction. “Not anymore. Nothing you do will make him ever love you again.”

She barely registered the look of sheer pain that passed quickly over Sasuke’s face. She felt nothing but a malicious satisfaction. But the sound of his voice, the voice of a boy, a boy who had lost everything that ever meant anything, made her traitorous heart twinge once again.

“I know.” He whispered as he opened the door and walked out of her life for the last time.

A/N: This was a challenge bestowed upon me by my best friend in a last ditch effort to get me to appreciate SasuSaku.…I’m not sure it worked. Honestly, this is the only way I can see it happening. This is not to say that I don’t like Sakura or Sasuke as characters – I do – it’s just that I cannot tap into any form of chemistry between them unless there are undertones of another relationship –cough-SasuNaru-cough- present. Though of course you are free to perceive the mystery boy Sasuke is searching for as whoever you wish. :3

I’m also not used to writing het (first time!) so if I failed horribly at the sexing, I apologize. I won’t even mind you if flame this, but flame my writing skills if you must, please, but don’t flame the pairing. Oh, and if you read and enjoyed, even a little bit, please make my day and review.