Naruto (c) Masashi Kishimoto

Dedication: Stitch and Melissa

The streets of Konoha were dark; the moon was new and not even the stars were bright enough to penetrate the thick clouds. But that was okay; the Sharingan easily dispelled the shadows. The Uchiha easily found his destination, a smirk colored his lips, as he stared through the window.

Haruno Sakura took in a lungful of cool air and warm steam as she stepped out of the shower. She slipped on the engagement ring her boyfriend gave her. The medical ninja’s heart swelled, happy that after so long she finally could call him hers. She dried her body before wrapping the towel around her naked frame. Pink tresses still dripping and smelling faintly of various tropical melons, Sakura began brushing her teeth, her jade green eyes staring back at her thanks to the mirror, the mist slowly fading away.

Sakura heard the door open, for the house was eerily silent. “I’m in the bathroom, Sasuke-kun!” Sakura shouted after she spat the tooth paste out. Nobody answered, but the super strong woman just shrugged it off, assuming her fiancé was just really tired from his mission. Smiling and humming to herself, Sakura pulled on a pair of pajama bottoms and a spaghetti strapped tank-top nightshirt. The tank-top had a bejeweled double cherry in the center and was a similar green to her eyes; her pants were a rich rose color with cherries on it. Sakura dried her hair before walking into the bedroom.

To her surprise the room was dark. She blinked swearing she had left at least one lamp on. “Sasuke this isn’t really funny!” Sakura kept the panic in her voice at bay. “If you wanted to do a rapist-stalker role play, tell me before hand, damn it!” She snarled, remaining cool. She could crush bones in her bare hands, lift mountains over her head, why should she be afraid of the dark anyways, what boogeyman would dare mess with her? “Sasuke you can come out now! The joke’s over!” Sakura shouted.

“Hn,” a man’s voice sounded.

“I can hear you Sasuke!” Sakura shouted.

“My foolish little brother isn’t here, and won’t be back until Wednesday afternoon,” the voice replied. “Sorry to disappoint you if you were hoping he’ll be your knight in shiny armour.” The man walked closer to her. She saw the eerie Sharingan, hovering as if in midair, by itself. The bathroom light flicked off, and Sakura jumped.

Two hands grabbed her wrists and slammed her into the wall. She growled. “But I’m always your knight in bloody armour,” the man pressed his cheek against hers and whispered huskily: “Sakura.”

The pinkette snarled.

“Are we a wild animal now?” Itachi purred, a bit amused, his lips brushing her ear. Sakura felt a shiver run down her spine.

“What do you want Itachi?” she spat out his name as if it was a deadly poison. He shifted her right wrist to his left hand, easily holding both of her petite wrists in his large hand. He began tracing an invisible path with his free hand along her bare skin.

“Why do you have to be so damn beautiful?” Itachi whispered. Sakura felt her cheeks burn, but she was determined not to give in.

“Doesn’t my overly large forehead make me hideous?” Sakura replied in a bitchy tone. Itachi smirked, his Sharingan glowing in the darkness.

“Not at all,” he traced her forehead. “I’ve watched you secretly, from afar. I have watched you grow up, from a shy self-hating insecure girl that was always bullied, to a strong outgoing confident beautiful woman that’s highly intelligent and somehow was able to capture my brother’s heart,” he kissed her neck, his breath coating the sensitive skin there. “As well as mine,” he kissed her pulse point, his chapped dry lips following an invisible trail to her shoulder.

“Itachi,” Sakura hissed, pulling her right hand free, just pressed her palm against the cool wall.

“I thought I was content with watching you from afar, but that was so painful, so I drew closer, close enough to hear your laughter when you were with your friends and even that was painful,” he paused, his sanguine colored eyes drilling deep holes into her soul. “I wanted to touch you, claim you as mine, hear you whimper in desire, moan in pleasure and scream in ecstasy,” Itachi tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear tenderly. “And sigh in bliss,” he nuzzled the crook of her neck.

Sakura gulped, trying to sort out all the emotions coursing through her psyche. “Stop this now Itachi,” Sakura whispered. “This can’t be allowed to continue.”

“Hn.”

“I’m serious!”

“You are like a drug Sakura. You are my sin, my deepest desire, the bride that is too dear for me,” Itachi held her gaze. “You are so intoxicating Sakura! One look and I crave a second, I fear what’ll happen to me once I take a taste of you, I may need more,” his breath was ragged and Sakura knew he was aroused, she could feel his hardness. She gulped. “Oh, how I even the sinners,” he growled.

“Itachi, I think its best if you leave,” Sakura tried to push him away from her, not wanting to use her monstrous strength.

“No,” he shook his head. “Just one sip, one taste,” he sighed heavily. “Just one sip of this forbidden nectar, and I’ll leave you alone,” he looked at her, tenderness somehow seeping into his Sharingan.

“If I’m really as intoxicating as you claim I am; then one sip won’t quench your thirst,” Sakura lowered her eyes, her lids half covering those jade orbs.

“Have you ever dreamt of me?” he whispered.

Many times, Itachi-kun. “You’ll come back for more,” she finished, flickering her sea green eyes up at him. “For one more sip,” she breathed. “Won’t you…Itachi-kun?” she cupped his cheek with a delicate hand. He sighed, leaning into her touch.

“Yes,” he finally forced out in a husky sigh. “But it will quell the desire for a while,” he looked at her.

“I love Sasuke,” Sakura whispered, I love you as well, Itachi. The thought came unbidden but it rang truer than the hollow confession of love towards the younger Uchiha. She dropped her hand.

“What about him?”

She blinked at the elder Uchiha. “Itachi?”

“I said, what about my brother?” he pushed down one of the thin straps of the tank top. His touch sent shivers down her spine and goosebumps prickled along her skin, in a secret desire.

“I don’t want to betray him, we are getting married,” Sakura squeaked softly.

“But you already have betrayed him, for you have thoughts of another man, no?” Itachi rested his blood red gaze on her. Sakura blushed furiously in angry embarrassment.

How dare that fucking bastard! How can he just read me like that!? “I don’t know what you are talking about?” she huffed.

Itachi smirked slightly, “So you do feel something for me.”

“No, but you are asking me to betray the man I love,” Sakura growled.

Itachi sighed. “Just make your choice! I don’t want to use any extreme measures with such a delicate blossom.” Itachi sounded impatient.

“Will you take me even if I say no?” Sakura asked softly. Itachi thought for a moment. If he brutalized her, Sasuke will find out and come after him with a fury greater than hell itself. If he let her go and leave her alone, he’ll never get a chance to taste her.

“Just one sip,” he pleaded, sounding like a lost child. He continue to push down the strap he was playing with, exposing a perky breast. He kissed it, sending shivers through Sakura’s body.

“Itachi…stop…” Sakura thrust her chest towards him.

“I desire you Sakura, I thirst for you, I hunger for you…damn it Sakura! You drive me mad! One look and I’m under your spell! Please, I need this night with you, Sasuke won’t even know!” Itachi muttered, his face hidden in the valley between her breasts. He kissed each soft mound delicately, while his hands trailed lower. “Please Sakura, let’s revel in sinful lust tonight, while the moon is banished and the stars hide their diamond faces,” he looked at her. “While your lips are still red,” Itachi purred. “So very red; red like freshly split blood upon the purest of snow,” he kissed her softly.

Sakura’s will caved, she felt Itachi slip off her engagement ring and tossed it onto the nightstand. She listened to it clatter on the wooden tabletop. He kissed the indent on her collarbone. “Yes,” she breathed, almost too softly for anyone to hear.

“Hn?” Itachi looked at her.

“I said take me!” she tapped his nose. “But this will be our little secret,” she kissed him. He pulled away and smiled, allowing his Sharingan to fade.

It was gentle; he was gentle, as he led her to the bed, peppering her skin with butterfly kisses. He sucked on her breasts like an infant, littered her stomach with firm yet surprisingly gentle kisses, and even tasted her nether regions, all until she felt that she would explode. She whimpered, yearning for something more.

He hummed softly a song that she vaguely recognized as Sakura. She giggled at the irony and he asked her what was so funny, she told him; she told him that she found the irony that he would be humming the song of her name sake while they made love. He smirked and thrust himself into her. Sakura gasped in shock, but easily caught onto Itachi’s rhythm. It was both hard and soft, gently and rough. Their bodies wrapped around each other, twisting and turning in an angry serpentine manner. Sakura stroked Itachi’s skin, her fingers trailing along his thighs and firm buttocks, coaxing low guttural growls from his lips. He peppered her alabaster skin with kisses, causing her to moan in passion. They climaxed together, yet were both oddly quiet.

Panting, sweat trickling down his brow, and his black hair clinging to his broad pale shoulders, Itachi merely stared down at Sakura. She smiled as she traced the ANBU tattoo on his shoulder. He kept his weight off of her, a small smile on his lips.

“Thank you, Sakura,” he kissed her gently, before getting off of her.

Sakura gifted the Uchiha prodigy with a drunken yet sincere smile. “Maybe another time, ne?” she purred. He nodded.

“Yes, another time,” he then frowned. “I thought you didn’t want to betray my brother?”

Sakura giggled devilishly as she threw her arms around Itachi’s shoulders; kissing his cheek she whispered: “But you are so intoxicating.”

My very first ItaSaku and Naruto lemon! Gah! What is the world becoming!

I just knew that the title and the pairing went so unexplainably perfect together, that I had to write an oneshot. I am a die hard SasuSaku shipper, but I do enjoy ItaSaku and ItaSakuSasu. I’m also getting into MadaSaku and MadaSakuIta. Gah! Uchiha men are hot! Even if they are 100+. XD

There is Nightwish references in here, see if you can spot them, you’ll get a cookie for spotting one, a cake for spotting all of them. There is also an Epica reference. You get ice cream for that one.

Anyways, enjoy.

Oh, and BKP readers. Since summer is coming, and I won’t be home alone or just me and my mom, I won’t be able to post oneshots as often as I would like or work on my other stories, (ie, Blind and Falling Leaves). So, here is the question.

Would you kill me if I begin posting BKP chapters, every other week? Or do you want me to stick with the weekly updates?

R’n’R or I’ll hurt you…severely.

DJ