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Borrowed

Written by Purpleblush017

"S-stop!" she panted, wringing her hands free but to no avail.

He rocked her body harder, rougher.

"Never."

He thrusted his erect groin into her again and again, sliding himself in and out with vigor she couldn't keep up with. He grumbled in pleasure as he started to fasten his phase, making his own rhythm.

She screamed.

"Aaaaaahhhhh!"

A scream coming from the Uchiha Estate was heard. An estate where no one other than the sole survivor of the massacred lives—Uchiha Sasuke—lived. A place where no one dared go to. A place haunted by death and its walls painted with stains of blood. Often times, people who passed by the border of said estate heard that very same scream.

"Aaaaaahhhhh!"

It went everyday, every night.

Screaming, begging and sometimes, crying.

Hearing that shrill voice made them realize that the scream sounded like that of a woman, screaming in pain mixed with pleasure.

Screams of those Uchiha ghosts, some assumed.

But as days passed by and the screams did not stop, it had given the fellow Konoha citizens to contemplate another theory.

"Must be some hooker that Uchiha bastard is screwing." A woman who said, looking disgusted as she heard another set of muffled screams, light and soft, yet barely audible.

Another who stopped by and looked at the front gate of the once proud Uchiha clan, "I live just one block from here. I haven't seen that Uchiha kid bringing in any woman in this tragic place."

"How could we know? He's a fucking talented ninja. That sneaky bastard."

The older man raised an eyebrow and sighed. "I guess it is normal for a twenty one year old male to be fucking anyone he desired in bed."

"I'd like to think that too." a woman replied, "Instead of thinking that these screams are from—" she stopped as a shiver ran through her body, "—the dead ghosts of the Uchiha."

"Just leave it be." The older said, rubbing his temples. If those screams were at it again tonight, he swore, he'll live at the other side of the village.

"Why?" A tear came out of her eye as the man on top of her collapsed in exhaustion. "Why won't you stop?"

After a moment of silence, he gathered himself up. She could feel him grow hard again as he traced her naked body with his warm calloused hands. Not giving any sign, he simply plunged himself inside of her, thrusting hard as he sank home. He groped her perky breasts.

His onyx eyes swirled as it magically turned to that bloodline limit he called Sharingan—his lineage, a memory left of his family.

"Because I simply can't."

And he nudged her, angling himself to hit that spot that made her utter those lovely moans and screams of pleasure.

"Aaaaaahhhhh!"

In a twisted sickening way, he found her and her screams lovely.

Uzumaki Naruto slumped as he watched that empty spot—the spot where she would always be at, smiling brightly at him as he tried to make a funny joke. But the person who had occupied that space was now nowhere to be found. "Sakura-chan," he half-muttered as he kept staring at the space beside him. "Hey, Sasuke-teme," he called out at his other side, "Do you think she'll be back soon? What the hell is taking her so long in getting those damn medical herbs from Wave?"

Sasuke gave him a glance before closing his eyes. "Hn."

Angered, Naruto yelled at him. "What the hell is 'hn'? As a team mate, show some concern you damn stuck-up bastard!" He felt frustrated and it showed in his voice. "Don't give me that look! Don't glare at me like that! At least show some emo—"

—POOF!

"Yo!" Kakashi appeared, sitting in the bridge's edge opposite them. Naruto stopped bickering but kept mumbling a few curses beneath his breath. "Sorry I'm late. Life's evil clutches finally got me." Kakashi grinned when he head 'liar' from both of them. "This will cheer you guys up. I have an S-class mission for you today. Isn't that great? Pack your things and meet me at the main gate at exactly zero one hundred hour. Sharp."

"Fuckin' Liar!" Naruto grumbled, "You'll probably keep us waiting for three hours!"

Kakashi smiled. "You'll never know, I might come early for once." There was another 'liar' that came out of Naruto's lips as a retort.

Before going, Naruto asked. "Any news about Sakura-chan?" He was pleading, hoping for any news.

His silver-haired sensei shook his head 'no'.

"I'm starting to feel that she's in danger! What if she is? What if she ended up meeting one Akatsuki member on her way? What if—?" Naruto couldn't finish his sentence, suddenly growing more worried about his beloved team mate. "We have to go look for her, sensei! I mean, picking up medical herbs didn't take her too long before! She normally comes back in just one—two days maximum! But it's already six freaking days since we last saw her! Sensei! Are you even listening to me?" Naruto huffed, growing pale and worried and a hundred different other things. "KAKASHI-SENSEI!"

Kakashi scratched his head, "Ugh, calm down, Naruto."

"How can I fucking calm down knowing that something might possibly happen to Sakura-chan? I swear to God, Kakashi-sensei, if you don't do anything about this, I'll go search for her myself! I'll become a missing—"

"Naruto!" Kakashi gave him a narrowed look, which had an effect. It shut him up. "Sakura's a strong kunoichi. She won't be brought down easily." He glanced at Sasuke. "Now, just focus on that S-classed mission. Let's all try to act like responsible grown-ups with ninja obligations, okay? Main gate at zero one hundred hour." He repeated.

S-classed mission, a mission that can kill.

A mission that takes days to finish.

A mission that requires his presence and expertise.

A mission that means—

"Sasuke," Kakashi called as Naruto begrudgingly walked away to get packed and ready.

Sasuke eyed his teacher. Sometimes he felt that he knew what he's up to and pretended not to care. And sometimes he also made him feel that this old coot he called 'sensei' doesn't. He spared him another glance. "Hn?" Kakashi gave him that look—sympathy, apathy, concern and worry all mixed together. A look that Sasuke hates. He was not the one to be concerned about. He can pretty fucking take care of himself, he thought. He had taken good care of himself for the last twenty-one years of his existence.

Did he honestly think that he was concerned about her as Naruto is? Is this what this is? Sasuke annoyingly glared as he pondered. He decided to let him be surprised for himself. No. He did not care. Because he knew where she was exactly. He knew. He's the only one who knew. And he intended to keep it that way—a secret.

"About Sakura," the man who have taught him Chidori started, "Naruto's worried and extremely agitated as you have seen earlier." Sasuke sneered. He saw that very well without him telling. That blonde dope had been bothering him almost everyday, asking questions about 'what ifs' that may have happened to their 'weak' team mate. "Maybe, you should give him some assurance."

He felt his heart stop for a moment.

—a secret.

Did Kakashi know? Why does he always have to fucking butt himself in in everything that he does?

Kakashi waved at him, preparing to leave. "Just make sure she's safe." And then

—POOF!

He was gone before he could even do anything.

S-classed mission, a mission that can kill.

A mission that takes days to finish.

A mission that requires his presence and expertise.

A mission that means—

"I'll leave today. S-classed mission." Sasuke stated coolly as he brushed his clothes smoothly, putting them neatly and organized in his bag pack.

She stared at him, mesmerized that he actually bothered to tell her. She watched as he finished packing, bringing the straps of his bag to his shoulders and clicking the strap around his chest close. "When will you be back?" she asked, slightly surprised that she actually sounded and felt worried for his safety.

He glanced at her. She was sitting on the bed, wearing a white night gown which showed her cleavage and the slit on it showed her creamy legs. Her face was angelically illuminated by the dim bedroom light and she looked so tempting to him. He felt himself grow weary with that temptation. The very same need that landed him to where he was right now—to this twisted fantasy, to this dangerous game he's playing.

He glanced at the clock, there's still time.

He started unzipping his pants.

She winced, seemingly frightened and at the same time excited. Her traitorous body felt that same need figured he must have felt. The way he looked at her was soft and needing, wanting, lustful, sinful. Disgusting, she thought, and yet here she was, yearning to be screwed and fucked senselessly by the man she loved with all her heart.

Sasuke's bag pack dropped on the ground.

"Shit, shit! Shit!" he cursed, rocking her, pushing himself on her.

Harder.

Harder.

She moaned and squirmed in pleasure. Her heavy panting sounded music to his ears.

He grabbed her petite body and roughly pushed her on the wall, still rocking her.

"Uuuhhh… aahh…" she moaned, grabbing hold of him. Her fingers dug his bare flesh, making half-moon marks, pooling a small amount of blood.

Another thrust.

"AAAAAHH!"

"Fuck!" he hissed as he pushed harder, giving more power than the last strike.

Why does it feel so good?

So good that I can't stop?

—can't stop screwing you.

"Fuck!" he yelled. He was almost near his release. He tightened his grab on her ass cheek as she slightly arched. The feel of her bouncy breasts and nipples on his chest, her heavy panting, and that addicting tightening warmness encircling his groin—all made him crazy.

Insanely lustful.

Blinded by sex.

"Fuck!" he hissed. "Fuck!" He sank his teeth onto her neck. "FUCK!"

With the very last ounce of his strength, he jerked harder and rougher as her naked back hit the wall. He released inside of her—inside that warmness, that tight flesh he now claimed his. He slowly slumped and panted, while she lost her thought and senses as she weakened with orgasm. Regaining composure, he grabbed her shoulders and pushed her onto himself, her legs wrapped around his waist. He nuzzled the crook of her neck, inhaling her sweet scent.

So sweet, so addicting—like a drug he'll never get tired of.

He traced his fingers along her face, shoving her hair out of the way. He smirked at the red spot on her neck where he bit her. He ran his fingers on it and she let out a small sound of protest. Playing his part on this evil plan he concocted, he grabbed her grabbed her neck and pushed his mouth onto hers. The shy tongue greeted his. He pulled and he sucked. His saliva passed onto her without a care and he lightly bit her lips before letting it go.

She panted, drained of the sanity she once held. She felt his cheek pressed on hers as he whispered. "I'll miss fucking you, Sakura."

Her tears were starting to leak. "That's cruel thing to say, Sasuke-kun."

"Hn." He now groped her breasts, fondling it, with her peaks in between his fingers.

"Come back safe." She uttered, sounding like an angel. She sneakily placed her hands on his cheeks. "To me."

"Hn."

How long do I have to keep doing this?

Hiding?

What's to hide?

Sasuke leaned while caressing her cheeks and started nibbling on her lower lip. Darting his tongue on her slightly parted lips, he fully savaged her mouth again full of need.

What do I have to do to keep you here?

With me?

Naruto looked at the empty grounds near the main gate. Only he and the silver-haired man who kept giggling like a school girl while reading that porn book was there.

"Kakashi-sensei," he started "Sasuke-teme's not…coming?"

Kakashi tore one eye from the orange book he dearly treasured, and glanced from the blonde man in front of him to the empty street connecting to the village of Konoha.

"We'll wait, Naruto." He sighed. "We'll wait."

In front of the Haruno doorstep, there seemed to be a small paper inserted on the sill.

"Ah! What do we have here?" Mrs. Haruno took the paper as she set away her keys.

"What's taking you so long? Open the goddamn door, woman!" Mr. Haruno complained as he carried huge bags of groceries with one on each hand. "These are heavy!"

She shrugged his complaint and smoothened the paper at its full length. The paper appeared to be a letter.

Mr. and Mrs. Haruno,

I'll cut the sweet talk and tell you what's the reason why I wrote this.

I have your daughter, Haruno Sakura.

I have kidnap—borrowed your daughter for some time without telling.

Or any sort of sign.

The point is, I won't be giving her back.

No ransom or any kind of bribery will ever change my mind.

As of this moment, while you're reading this, I am far, far away from Konoha, in front of someone who'll wed me and your daughter.

Yes. By this time, she's already carrying the same name I have.

When we get back in Konoha someday, expect a grandchild or grandchildren. Don't act surprised.

Mr. Haruno, kill me if you dare, we both know you can't.

Uchiha Sasuke