"Mmmm… oh…"

She was moaning. She knew it. And she wished she wasn't.

He was hurting her. With his fingers, and his feet, and his arms, and his chest, and his-

"Sakura, say you love me."

"I lo-"

She cut off. She couldn't say it.

This wasn't how it was supposed to be.

She shouldn't have marks the size of his fingers on her throat.

He shouldn't question her emotions.

"Say it. Say it. Say it. Say it."

He bit her tongue for her.

"Why won't you say it?!"

She dug her nails deep into his back and felt blood pool under her finger tips.

"Fuck!"

He pulled his face back from where he'd been about to sink his teeth into her shoulder. His slate eyes, for once, betraying the emotion he most often felt. Hate. There was no apathy for her. Then suddenly, the hate was gone, and pleading replaced it.

"Say it, Sakura. Say you love me."

She knew his tricks. She remained silent.

His hands pressed into her ribs, pushing down, down, down as if trying to press her flat and make her disappear completely.

She slammed her mouth to his and brought him down to her level with her teeth, pulling all the way.

She tasted iron.

She saw his hate; he would feel her anger, frustration, pain.

"You're annoying."

He stopped his ministrations.

"Shut up."

"You're just like him."

"Shut up."

"I hate you."

He gripped her hand. She heard a finger crack.

"You don't know anything."

He pulled her hair back, and felt strands tear out at the roots.

"You don't hate me."

Despite the pain. Despite his anger. She smiled. She brought her hand up to cup his cheek.

"I hate you."

Then she brought it back down in a swipe, raking her nails across his flesh.

"But I love you."

He bared his teeth and went for her mouth again.

As she felt the stabs of pain across her skin, she heard his murmurs.

"And I need you."

A/N: I don't know where this came from. My brain is weird.

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