Author: Liam101

Title: Arranged and Quite Possibly Deranged

Warning: A little on the smutty side. This whole chapter is a lemon so you have been warned.

Summary: AU. Sasuke and Sakura are held within an arranged marriage, but believe me that does not mean that they do not hold feelings for each other. Sakura has thought of a way out, and let’s just say Sasuke does not like the idea that much. Thanks Riko

Chapter 1: Rivalry

Haruno Sakura continued to smile as she walked out of the emergency ward, her jaw nearly aching with the effort. It wasn’t until she reached her office that she all but tore her robe off, her green eyes narrowed dangerously. He had taken it too far this time, she thought. Too far, sheconcluded firmly as she threw open her window and leapt off the ledge.

Uchiha Sasuke straightened from his crouch and shot his older brother a questioning look when the older shinobi grew still. “Aniki?” he asked. “Why’d you stop?”

Instead of answering him immediately, Itachi glanced at the woman storming her way over to them before returning his attention to his younger brother. “What did you do this time, Sasuke?” he asked in that quiet way of his.

“Huh? What are you talking about?”

“Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned,” the older Uchiha quoted.

Sasuke scowled. “Nii-san, I really don’t have time for riddles—”

“Uchiha Sasuke!”

“Fuck,” Sasuke stated bluntly and his older brother agreed with a nod.

Face impassive, Sasuke turned around and ducked just in time as a kunai came flying towards him. “Damn it, Sakura!” he growled as he straightened. “That almost hit me!”

“You deserve it, you jerk!” she hissed as she came closer. It was obvious—to even the most dense of people—to see that the pink-haired medic-nin was furious. Her face was as red as the shirt she wore and her shoulders were practically shaking from rage.

She was magnificent, Sasuke thought, observing the way every part of her seemed to come alive with emotions. Of course, if he told her she looked beautiful when she was mad, then he’d be really asking for it and he doubted even his brother would be able to hold back the rabid kunoichi. “What is it this time?” he asked out-loud instead.

She raised a furious finger and shook it at him. “Don’t pretend you don’t know!” she snapped. “You went too far this time! Too far! You beat up a civilian!”

“We’re talking about Sawada then?” Sasuke asked, his tone bored.

“Yes!” Sakura shouted, green eyes blazing. “You’re not even going to deny it, are you? My God, Sasuke, he was a civilian!”

“Which is why I didn’t beat him that badly,” the Uchiha replied. “If he were a shinobi, he’d be pissing through a tube right now.”

“Uchiha Sasuke!” The pink-haired kunoichi planted her hands on her hips and glared at him. “I should have you reported to the Hokage.”

“But you won’t,” he said confidently. “How did you know it was me?”

She rolled her eyes. “Like I wouldn’t recognize the burn patterns. You should’ve hired someone else to do it—it would’ve given you more time.”

“She’s right, little brother,” Itachi interjected from behind them. Both Sasuke and Sakura shot him scathing looks for the interruption, to which he merely smirked.

“There’d be no point in reporting this to the Hokage,” Sasuke pointed out to Sakura. “This is a clan matter, not the village’s.”

“You’re Uchihas, not God,” Sakura huffed. “Don’t say anything, Itachi!” she warned the older shinobi when he opened his mouth to voice his opinion.

The elder Uchiha lifted his hands and took a step back.

“It was within my right,” Sasuke declared, drawing back her attention. “He dared to ask you out on a date.”

“To which I agreed!”

“Fuck, Sakura, you have to stop doing that!” the younger Uchiha thundered. “You are my fiancée!”

“Unless I find someone else before I turn eighteen!” Sakura blurted out, then immediately paled when she realized what she had said.

The clearing grew silent; not even the birds chirped. Sasuke was frighteningly still as he looked at her, his features utterly impassive. She forced herself not to squirm under his dark stare and breathed a sigh of relief when he turned to address his brother.

“Nii-san,” he said politely. “Would you mind leaving me and Sakura alone?”

A single look passed between the two brothers before Itachi nodded, shot Sakura a sympathetic glance—which didn’t ease her at all because Uchiha Itachi rarely did sympathy—then disappeared in a blur. Sakura fidgeted, shifting her weight from one leg to the other, and nearly jumped when Sasuke whirled around to face her.

Black eyes, so dark a person could all but disappear into their depths, bore into her as he took a step forward. She swallowed and attempted to cling onto her righteous anger. “Look, Sa—”

His voice cut her off her like a knife. “Is that why?”

“Huh?” She blinked.

He scowled. “Is that why you’ve been dating all these men? To get out of the betrothal? To get away from me?”

Sakura winced. Sasuke had raised his voice. He never raised his voice. He was truly furious. “It’s not like that . . .”

“Yes or no?”

“Listen—”

“Yes or no, Sakura?” he barked.

She let out a defeated sigh. “Yes,” she finally answered.

“You slut!

“Now wait just a damn minute!” Sakura yelled, righteously maddened. “You have no right to call me that!”

“I have every right!” Sasuke shot back furiously. “You’re my fiancée and yet you insist on going out with other men!”

“I’m doing us both a favor,” she stated.

“How is publicly humiliating me a favor?”

Sakura chewed on her bottom lip. “I’m not trying to humiliate you, Sasuke,” she assured him. “I’m just trying to get both of us out of a marriage neither of us wants.”

Sasuke scowled, and she knew she had said the wrong thing. “You don’t want this marriage?” he demanded, feeling the pang in his heart at the idea.

“Do you?” she retorted.

“We’ve been engaged since we were four years old,” he reminded her.

“Exactly!” Sakura exclaimed triumphantly, glad that he saw her point. “Neither of us chose this engagement—our grandfathers did. But we can rectify the problem. Let’s not be stuck with something that will make us miserable for the rest of our lives, Sasuke.”

“Who said I’d be miserable?” he asked softly.

For a moment, Sakura couldn’t speak. She stared at him, astonished by the implication of his words. “You . . . you’ve got to be kidding!” she practically shouted. “You kissed Ino when we were fifteen! Obviously you want other girls. I will not tolerate infidelity!”

Sasuke hands clenched into fists as he resisted the urge to pull his hair. Gods, she drove him crazy! He glared at her, black eyes narrowed angrily. “I did not kiss Ino!” he asserted for what seemed like the millionth time. “She kissed me and I pushed her away immediately. Damn it, Sakura, how many times do we have to go through this? I don’t want anyone else—I just want you.”

Sakura shook her head frantically. “You don’t! I know you don’t!” she said, her voice shrill as she looked at him in wide-eyed panic. “You just think you want me because you’ve been told to do so your entire life. I won’t be in a marriage where I’m not loved, Sasuke. I want my husband to want to marry me, not because he was forced to.”

Understanding dawned Sasuke’s face and he was so relieved he wanted to laugh. “That’s what this is all about, isn’t it?” he said quietly. “Sakura, I’m not like him.”

“Not like who? I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she replied a bit too quickly.

He stepped closer and she moved back so fast, she nearly tripped. He reached out and wrapped his fingers around her upper arm, tightening his hold when she tried to shrug it off. “Sakura.” His voice was soft, as if he were trying to sooth a skittish animal. “I’m not your father.”

“Of course you’re not! I know you’re not! I don’t think of you as my father because that would be gross and ewww, Sasuke—”

“Sakura,” he interrupted with a hint of impatience. “I’m not your father. I want to marry you. Our marriage won’t be like your parents’.”

She was practically jumping in his hold, struggling to escape. She could feel the tightening in her chest, the urge to flee from those all-knowing eyes of his. “This has nothing to do with that!” she denied. She gave up trying to get away from him and glared angrily. “And it’s not all about you, Sasuke! I don’t want to get married. There are plenty of other men who wants to date me—”

“There will be no other men but me!” He shook her roughly, fury radiating from every pore. Her head whipped back and forth, her shoulders stinging from the pressure of his hands.

“Sasuke!” she cried out when she saw the red tints of his pupils.

He ignored her, wrapping his arms around her waist to pull her to his body. She could feel the beating of his heart, the heat of his skin and every rigid sinew even through their clothing as he pressed them together from head to foot. She started when she felt the hardened organ against her belly, her pulse racing like a maddening thing. “Sa-Sasuke,” she stuttered, wriggling for escape. “What are you doing?”

His voice was deeper, more seductive as he answered. “What I should have done a long time ago.”

-Lemon Begins-

Her protesting whimper was muffled underneath the pressure of his mouth. He didn’t ease into the kiss; he took her mouth with the same kind of determination he used during missions. He licked and sucked and bit, and when she parted her lips to object, he slid his tongue deep to tangle with hers. Her thoughts scattered when she felt his hand underneath her shirt (how had he managed that so quickly without her noticing was beyond her), cupping and fondling her breast. She gasped when he tweaked her nipple, sending shots of pleasure to her very core.

A moan escaped her throat as she finally gave in to the urge and swiped her own tongue tentatively to his. His reaction was instantaneous; the sharp bark of a tree dug into her back as he pushed her against it, long fingers tangling with her pink hair to pull her head back as he devoured her mouth, suckling the sweetness from her tongue. His kiss was forceful, bruising her lips with the intensity of it.

She broke the kiss, desperately gasping for air. He created wet trails from her jaw to her neck with his tongue, tasting her skin. She arched her throat, unconsciously giving him better access, and he sank his teeth into the tender flesh there.

“Don’t!” she hissed, tugging at his hair, but he held on, sucking on the spot he’d bitten until he was sure he’d leave a mark. His mark.

“You’re mine,” he murmured, pulling away to stare with satisfaction at the bite wound.

“Sasuke—oh!” she gasped as he suddenly sank to his knees. She felt his hands sliding up underneath her skirt, shoving it up even as he yanked on the short tights she wore underneath. She tried to push away his hands and shrieked when she heard a sharp rip. Her face grew red with embarrassment as the torn clothing slipped to pool around her ankles. They were going too fast, she thought frantically as he shoved her legs open. One moment they were sharing their first kiss and the next he was—

“Kami!” she cried out as his fingers parted the folds of her pussy, revealing her to his dark gaze. Despite herself, she was wet and she flushed all the way down to her belly button when Sasuke discovered that fact as well.

“Fuck, you’re dripping,” he said gutturally as he traced her labia with his fingers, the evidence of her arousal coating the long, callused digits. “Your cunt’s prettier than I imagined.”

“Don’t say that!” she begged even as another rush of moisture flooded the juncture of her thighs.

Sasuke smiled wickedly and took in a deep breath, inhaling her musky scent. “Do you have any idea,” he started in a low voice, “how long I’ve dreamed about seeing your sweet little pussy? I’ve jerked off so many times thinking about it.”

“Sasuke!” He was being talkative now?

He continued talking, twirling a dark, lustful tale around her. “I’d see you walking around the village and all I could think about was throwing you onto the ground and fuck you so that everyone would know you’re mine,” he confided. “We’d be on missions and I have to restrain myself from creeping into your tent. You’re beautiful here,” he said, looking at her pussy with its neat triangle of pink curls and wet, red folds. “I want to eat you, make you come with my mouth.”

“No . . . oh!”

The back of her head hit the tree with a thump as her back arched, hips jerking uncontrollably as he pressed the flat of his tongue against her throbbing clit. He shoved two fingers into her soaking pussy without warning, the sudden thrust bordering on painful. He moved his fingers in and out rapidly while he lashed her clit with his tongue. Cries after cries escaped her as he pushed in another finger and suckled her clit, humming deep in his throat. She begged him to stop, unable to bear the onslaught of sensations, but he kept on eating at her like a starving man at lavish banquet. And when he replaced his fingers with his mouth, plunging his tongue into her pussy, she was unable to hold back and screamed as she climaxed.

He grunted, holding her still as he drank her in. She was delicious and he knew he could gladly spend the rest of his life between her legs, making her come again and again.

“Haa . . . haa . . . haa . . .” she planted, grasping his black hair weakly. Her legs trembled and she knew she would have fallen if he weren’t holding her up. Her head was spinning, her vision blurred. “Oh . . . Kami . . .”

He smirked, licking his lips as he looked up at her. His eyes were blacker than usual, full of male pride and unquenched lust. He stood, pressing her further into the tree. She had a split second of awareness before he lowered his mouth to hers, thrusting his tongue between her lips. She made an urgent sound and tried to pull away but he grasped her chin and forced her to receive the kiss. She tasted herself on him and was surprised when instead of disgusting her, it made her flesh tingle.

She trembled when he touched her over-sensitized clit and shook her head pleadingly. “I can’t,” she whimpered under his mouth.

“You can.”

In a move that made her even more dizzy, he spun her around until her back was pressed against his front. He grasped the front of her shirt and buttons flew as he tore her top open, revealing the round, creamy, lace-covered globes. He slid his hands underneath the garment, squeezing her swollen breasts. “You’re too rough,” she complained, but instead of easing the pressure, he merely added more.

She groaned, knowing that was beginning to lose control—if he hadn’t already lost it. He was breathing hard, the puffs of air incredibly hot on her sensitive skin. His hands were almost painful, leaving marks on her pale flesh. She could feel him trembling from head to toe, his hips rubbing against her buttocks, making her feel how rigid he was.

“Grab the tree,” he ordered and she bent at the waist, feeling, to her shock, heat pooling once again in the pit of her stomach.

She felt him slip his hand between them and the movements near her ass told her he was unbuttoning his trousers. He sprang out, hard and heavy against her naked bottom and she started, surprised. She’d never felt a naked man before and when he slipped his cock between her thighs, sliding between the folds of her slick pussy, she looked down, curious.

She’d seen a penis before and yes, she’d seen erections (she was a doctor, after all), but the word beautiful had never crossed her mind during those times. Now, though, the word echoed through her as she studied Sasuke’s erection. She marveled at how soft he felt despite his rigidity, like satin over steel. And he was . . . big. How the hell was he going to fit in her?

“Sakura,” he said, one strong hand covering her breast while the other held her hip.

“Hmmm?” she mumbled, watching the wide, pulsing head of his cock.

His fingers tightened as he leaned closer. “I can’t wait.”

She frowned. “What—ahhh!” she screamed as he entered her with a swift thrust all the way to the hilt. She felt as if he was tearing her in two!

Groans rumbled in his chest and he began to move, hips jerking back and forth. She tried to tell him to stop, to give her time, but all she managed to do was whimper, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes. She held on the tree in front of her, her nails buried in the bark, the muscles in her arms aching as she supported both their weights. He was too far gone to notice, teeth clenched as he slammed into her repeatedly.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he hissed, shoving his cock into her hot pussy before drawing back. In the next thrust, he thrust in so deep, the tip of his cock touched a spot inside of her that sent a wave of unbelievable pleasure rushing through her.

She cried out his name, eyes growing wide. She waited for him to touch that spot again and when she did, the effect was even better. The pain lingered, but it wasn’t as bad and inner muscles clenched around his cock, reluctant for him to pull out.

Sasuke felt the telling clench and swore viciously, picking up speed. Their bodies made squishing sounds he pounded her faster, harder, and his heavy balls swayed against her round buttocks. His hand squeezed her tits, pinched her clit (her scream nearly shattered his eardrums) and even slid between the crevice of her ass. She trembled when he brushed the puckered, rosy bud, pushing herself further backwards into him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he swore when her pussy tightened around his cock, telling him she was about to come. She shouted her name with every thrust and when he gave her one last plunge that shook her entire body, she exploded with even more force than her earlier orgasm.

Her scream was drown out by his roar of pleasure as he spurted into her, flooding her pussy with his white-hot seed. The volume of his release was so intense, his stick come dripped down her thighs, mingling with her own. His legs weakened and he gave into the urge to lie down.

Minutes later, they both laid panting in the middle of the clearing, Sakura with her head on his bare chest, her long pink hair covering her naked back. He slipped a hand between them to cup her breast and her eyes widened when she felt his cock growing hard.

“You’re kidding me,” she exclaimed, exhausted green eyes wide as she stared at him, half-flabbergasted, half-frightened.

His grin was smug. “I waited for you a long time.” His lips unconsciously twisted into an adorable pout. “You owe me a blow job for every year you’ve denied me.”

She laughed incredulously. “We’ve been engaged since we were four! You can’t expect me to give you thirteen blow jobs!” she exclaimed.

He merely smirked and she wondered what would happen if the village knew that their resident brooder was a pervert and closet nympho

She slipped her hand down to below his waist, amazed that despite what just happened, it was her first time touching his cock. Her fingers encircled the hardening shaft, pumping slowly until it grew wider and wider.

She turned her face up, meeting his dark, hungry gaze and a slow seductive smile crept on her face. “Show me how?” she whispered.

He’d never looked more eager.

Author’s Note: Well thanks to Riko and our little collaboration I have decided that depending on how you guys feel about this story is whether or not to continue. So maybe it’s a one shot maybe it will have multiple chapters. And guys yes I know I have not updated TWO SIDES in forever. And I really am sorry about that one. I guess I kind of lost my inspiration and I kinda lost where I wanted to go. And ya know nothing like reviews to help. Once again thanks to Riko and thanks for reading. And by this collabaration I mean I get to use this first chapter and I continue to base line off of that with the next chapter.

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