Yum Sum Series: Book 3

Extended Summary:

Yaoifreak: OMG! Sakura raped Sasuke!

Rae: Nooo, Sasuke raped Sakura.

Yaoi: What?! Then what was that loud male scream of pain I heard?

Rae: That was definitely a female scream Yaoi, but I'm not so sure it was a painful one.

Yaoi: Huh?

Rae: What?

Yaoi&Rae: You guys might just wanna' come on in and see for yourselves.

Rae: Just thought you guys should know that though there is most certainly some hot smex to look forward to this story definitely includes the plot. You'd do good to read the whole thing. But if you don't want to and would just like to get straight to the good stuff, be my guest. Your lost not mine. You can find it in chapter three, just be sure to scroll down a bit.

Yaoi: Um, I think what Rae is trying to say is-

Rae: There is no need for you to think about what I'm trying to say! I just said what I had to say and meant every word of it! Shit! I'm cranky! You had me up at all hours of the night, AGAIN! (Not what you think my fellow perverts.)

Yaoi: Hee-hee. Guilty.

Rae: I'll show you a hee--

Yaoi: Well, you guys enjoy!

Disclaimer: All characters from

Naruto the t.v./ manga series

belong to Kishimoto Masashi.

Cheesecake Factory isn't mine

either.

Ch.1

"Sakura? Hellooo, Sakura," Ino called from her side of the patio table.

"What is she staring at," Tenten asked. Tenten and Ino looked in the direction their friend was staring in at the exact same moment. "Damn," Ino exclaimed a bit on the loud side.

Tenten whistled. "I swear if I wasn't married…"

All three of the women watched as the young waiter with long spiky tresses delivered the bill to the married couple a few tables down from them. He was tall, he was hot, and not a single ring occupied the only finger that mattered. It was all the incentive they needed to stare as long and as hard as they wanted. It was because they'd been staring so hard they hadn't missed it as the female patron of the couple slipped him a piece of paper along with an assortment of bills. No doubt the paper contained her number with the catty smile she threw his way.

They all tuned into to each other at the same time. "God," Ino hissed. "Did you see that?"

"And right in front of her husband," Sakura said, eyebrows drawn in disdain.

"I'm glad my Neji's not like that."

"Disgusting! No shame," Ino continued, her voice on the rise. "We should go over there and-"

"Ah ah ahhhh," Sakura said, crossing her arms and staring at Ino pointedly. "I thought you were trying to cut back on the public scenes for Shikamaru's sake."

"I…w-well, I…," she sighed, defeated. "Damn."

Tenten nodded her approval. Sakura said, "Exactly." Then, completely uncalled upon, a wave of weariness fell over her; she lowered her eyes as her shoulders slumped pathetically. Sakura let out a tired sigh and reached behind her to remove her purse from the back of her chair. "I don't know why I let you talk me into this, Ino," she remarked softly. "I've got tons of financial records that I have to enter into that old, rat bastard's computer. I need to go." She started to stand.

"You know why you let me talk you into this, Sakura? It's 'cause you know I'm right," Ino said strongly. The green eyed woman didn't respond.

"Sakura, wait," Tenten said putting her hand on top of Sakura's.

Sakura exhaled as she removed her hand from beneath Tenten's. She looked up at the full moon with a wistful air about her as she said, "Wait for what, Tenten," in a low, defeated voice. "I am not about to pick up some random guy outside of a 24 hour Cheesecake Factory like you two are suggesting. This is a waste of time."

"But it won't be some random guy, Sakura," Ino urged. "You know only the most elite can drop forty and fifty bucks for no more than a slice of cheesecake, and that's not including a drink! A one night stand with a nice hunk of rich-hot-guy will do you good."

Sakura lowered her eyes from the moon and pinned them on the woman across from her. "Goodnight, Ino." She turned to Tenten and bid her a goodnight too, before she headed on her way; the words "Oh c'mon, Sakura," following her all the while.

As soon as the break in the small gate surrounding Cheesecake Factory's exterior eating area came into view, Sakura picked up the pace, suddenly feeling highly claustrophobic. She just wanted to be alone; away from her friends and their self induced mission to get her laid, away from her boss and his overt attempts to lay her, and away from her own hyperactive libido and its determination to make her jump anything with a penis and two legs.

She was a busy woman. A business woman. And despite the reputation most women with the title secretary gained, she was not one of those low class whores who'd fuck whatever whenever and call themselves esteemed. She was a woman with integrity, a woman to be reckoned with and valued. She knew her worth and she did not need sex to prove it. She didn't need a damn thing but her independence.

That's what she told herself all the way to her car. That's what she kept telling herself as she pulled out on to the street and drove away. She said it one more time as she parked into a spot right outside of Jimmy and Al's Bar.

She exhaled heavily. Her hands tightened around the wheel as she said, "Alright, Sakura. You're gonna' go in here, you're gonna' have a drink, one drink, and then you are out of there! Do you copy?" She nodded her head, answering herself. "Okay. Let's go."

Thirty minutes later, Sakura slapped her hand down on the counter, making the five shot glasses beside her shake and rattle before she yelled, "Another!"

"Ma'am," the pale, male specimen Sakura's drunken mind recognized as the bartender said uneasily, "this'll be your sixth vodka hard in less than twenty-five minutes."

Sakura frowned at him, annoyed. She stood, a bit wobbly, on her stool before she started trying to climb onto the counter.

"Ma'am, please," he said pleading, his hands hovering in front of her as if that'd somehow stop her from advancing, "it's my first day."

She looked at him with hooded angry eyes as she poked her finger into his chest with every word she slurred. "IIIII d-dooon't 'member a-askin' foooor a…my li…liqouuuurrrrr cou-cou-count. N…Now get me another drink," she screamed clearly into the sudden silence of the crowded bar.

Needless to say, the newbie gave it to her quick, fast, and in a hurry. The smart thing to do. The only thing to do. The last thing Sakura could remember as she finally comprehended the menacing bam, bam against her skull.

She lifted her hand to her head and cursed herself for not abiding by her own one drink agreement. "Shit," she hissed. She sighed and dropped her hand back down to the mattress. After a few moments of more mental cursing, Sakura finally told herself to open her eyes and brave the sunlight she knew would be streaming through her open blinds filling her small bedroom from wall to wall.

She opened her eyes, wincing on pure principle, and found the room to be…not alight at all. There was only a slight luminous glow in the room that allowed her to see at once…it wasn't hers.

She looked to her left to find a thick, elegant, blue velvet curtain covering the whole left side of the room, from ceiling to floor. Her Venetian blinds should have been there, covering one 15" x 12" window. She looked to her right to find an open door across the room. Through it she saw the outline of a toilet bowl, and further into the spacious area, what she was sure to be a shower. Her room didn't have its own bathroom, and definitely not one that big.

She looked to the ceiling and found herself staring at her reflection. She stared for a long moment, trying to figure out what was so wrong with this picture. She knew her bedroom lacked what was clearly here, a mirror the extent of the orgy sized bed she'd realized she was laying upon, but that wasn't what was so wrong. At least not the most urgent of the wrongness.

That's when it happened. When realization bit her like an angry bitch in heat who's tail she'd just stepped on: hard, fast, and completely unexpected.

She…was…naked. Ass naked. Buck ass naked.

She felt a scream gaining volume and emotion within her chest, about to rip itself from her throat when a groan from somewhere in the room fell upon her ears, stilling every cell in her body. She sat frozen, afraid she hadn't imagined it, afraid she'd hear it again.

She did.

Sakura almost gave herself whiplash as she scurried up against the headboard with a girlish squeak. "Oh, my God! Who's in here," she yelled hysterically, her own voice splitting her head in two… and four and six and eight. She winced before she started to repeat herself, not as loudly but no less alarmed. "I said who-"

"Shut. Up!"

She eek'd' and tried to push herself through the headboard and wall behind it alike. Until that moment, she hadn't realized she'd still been hoping she was imagining things. An ivory hand appeared at the foot of the bed, followed by a mop of unruly blue black hair, ceasing at a face she recognized immediately.

Dread, horror, guilt, disgust and any other emotion that even closely related to those, they all assailed her with one big, soul shaking punch. "You're the young waiter from the Cheesecake Factory," she whispered, breathless. She slumped, drew her knees into her chest, and hugged them tightly as she dropped her head and allowed great tears of shame to escape her. "Oh, God," she choked loose, "I'm a pedophile. A rapist. A twenty-three year old, statutory rapist."

She was quiet for a moment as she mulled that over, tried to get used to the taste of the awful, wicked truth when a morbid thought occurred to her. She sniffed as she lifted her head and looked around the room. An abrupt laugh that sounded the very epitome of pain broke from her tear streaked face. "Well, at least I rape in style," she blubbered. "I mean, j-just look at this fancy hotel I brought you to. I don't even know h-h…how I paid for this." She frowned suddenly. "They're not much for wall decorations, though, are they?"

"You know," came a voice ripe with base and seduction, startling her from her misery shower to face the only other person in the room the voice could have possibly belonged to, "you talk way too much for someone who should have a headache the size of China right now." His hands were cradling his face as he stared at her from the foot of the bed with an annoyed expression veiling his features. From what she could tell, judging by the absence of a collar around the strongest neck she'd ever seen on a seventeen year old, he was at least naked from neck to waist. The sight reminded her of just what kind of state she was in in the clothes department. Embarrassment dug its roots.

She hurriedly reached for the pale sheet splayed at her toes and draped it across her knees, tucking it beneath her butt and under her arms. Pink rose had colored her cheeks when she finally looked his way again.

She found a smirk much too cold and mature to be playing upon the features of the young man before her. "Why you're trying to cover yourself now I have no clue. I saw everything last night, Sakura."

She felt a twinge in her chest as he said her name. She couldn't help but frown at the foreign feeling, or what his words implied as the pink rose upgraded to the color of blood amidst her cheeks. "How do you know my name," she asked. "I don't remember saying it."

He closed his eyes, sighed, and stood. Sakura's jaw just as soon went limp. Hung wasn't even the word for the boy in front of her. Well endowed, big, huge, they didn't cover it either. Dude was thick, long, and ready for some action. His penis stood away from the dark hairs that normally cushioned it, away from his body in general; the flushed head winking at her, spitting at her, daring her to spit back. The vein leading up to that mischievous tip seemed to pulse right before her eyes, causing her to pulse right back.

Her nipples perked, her clit throbbed, and her body warmed. Her libido had been awakened by nothing more than a delicious sight, and she hated it. How in the hell could any human adult be aroused by a child? Obviously quite easily. She suddenly felt sympathy for all her fellow rapists who now occupied the penitentiary.

All too uncomfortable with that thought, she worked at forcing her eyes to move up his body. Unfortunately, they didn't get very far. She could tell he was stretching by the way his pelvis jutted, the way six bricks for muscles continued to ripple and shift beneath his blemish free skin. The only thing that marred his abdomen was the light trail of dark hair that led back to a place she just didn't need to see.

Her eyes trailed up that dark line only to dart to his candy like nipples. They too, were hard and excited. The thought of strawberry skittles suddenly came to mind and it was all she could do to keep from devouring that damned rainbow.

She willed her eyes to continue as they traced the structure of his strong jaw line, the soft pink skin of his full lips, the smooth bridge of his nose, the perfect sharpness of his high cheekbones and finally fixating on a pair of eyes that held all the arrogance in the whole wide world.

"That, among other things which occurred last night I'm sure," his silk ridden voice responded, albeit heatedly.

The humiliation of her own faults being thrown back at her was beginning to piss Sakura off. Too much mortification directed her way at once usually did that. It didn't help that her lower parts were beginning to shamelessly beg for this boy's body to the point of absolute agony either. She narrowed her eyes and hissed, "You are the most insolent example of youth I have ever witnessed."

He narrowed his own coal colored eyes and hissed right back. "What planet are you from? This is Earth in case you hadn't noticed." He sneered an angry sneer as his right hand wrapped around his penis and began the first-you-see-it-now-you-don't act upon the pleading flesh. Sakura's mouth dropped. "We humans tend not to respect the beings who rape us."

Sakura's eyes dripped with disgust for herself as the truth was once again hurled to her face. She couldn't believe she'd done something so intimate with this poor boy. Though she doubted that she'd taken his virginity, what with the way he looked he was bound to have had the whole cheerleading squad throwing themselves at him, she still couldn't ease the feeling that she'd somehow stripped a huge chunk of his youthful innocence away. The fact that she'd been drunk at the time was no excuse for what she'd done.

She had no right to be upset with him. She, in no way, shape or form should be the angry one. She looked up at him and said, "You are Japanese, correct?"

He stopped stroking himself and looked at her long enough for the anger to make room for confusion and some emotion that looked a bit like disbelief in his eyes. "Yes," he said finally. "Unlike you with your pink hair and green eyes, it should be blatantly obvious."

It was now that he mentioned it. Still, she had to bite her tongue against the instant comeback that threatened to fall from her lips as resolve battled anger. When she'd grown up in Japan, she, Ino, and everyone else at the academy had had to respect their teachers no matter what. Though there'd been a few like Sasuke and Naruto who'd done whatever the hell they wanted whenever they'd wanted it, she'd done her damnedest to suck up and dote on the teachers in the hopes that karma would serve her well once she started interacting with the children of America.

So much for that.

It didn't matter now anyway, one way or the other. No elementary school was going to hire a pedophile to teach a third grade class. Not one. And that wasn't counting in the fact that she was going to be in jail soon either. She'd never be able get her degree in there. She'd loose the secretary job she had now and wouldn't be able to pay her tuition even if she could.

All because she'd wanted one drink. One.

She sighed as she climbed carefully from the bed, tying the sheet securely around her chest as she did it. She inhaled as she began to walk around the bed with her eyes cast down. She came to a stop when his bare feet came into view and closed her eyes. She then went slowly to her knees, slid one hand over the other in front of her on the floor, and bowed, her head touching the ground.

"Please accept my humblest apologies," she said in their native tongue.

"Get up," he responded in English.

She didn't. "I apologize for all of my actions, those remembered and not."

"I said get up," he said irritated.

"I will remain here in this position until the authorities arrive. It is the only way I can truly show the extent of my shame."

He sighed. "If you don't hurry up and stand, I promise, you being on your knees will quickly become a thing for me to enjoy." He saw the change in her posture immediately, even though she hadn't moved. She was rigid with a vibrating anger, but that didn't stop him from saying what he wanted. "Fine, if you'd like to stay on your knees, do it. Just sit up and open your mouth while you're down there. I'll only be a minute."

She shot up to the tallest height standing on her knees would allow and yelled, "You are so huge!" He arched a fine brow at her extremely uncool Freudian slip. "I-I mean rude! You're so…rude," she stammered as his cock stared her right between the eyes, the green orbs crossing as they tried to follow the flushed muscle.

"Well," he said, his tone blasé, "that's what they tell me anyway."

She had to force her eyes away from the thing hovering just a few centimeters before the bridge of her nose and to his eyes. The dark spheres still held a hint a annoyance within them but beneath that stood what looked to be amusement. Her cheeks colored yet again as she sputtered. "I'm…I-I'm-"

He shamelessly turned his fine back to her and started for the bathroom. "Get up," he said coolly. "You're embarrassing yourself."

Sakura's stunned, then disbelieving, then outraged countenance met the slammed bathroom door and nothing else. In a huff she got to her feet and sat on the edge of the bed. Her eyes roamed the bedroom once again as she heard a grumbled curse escape the cracks around the restroom door. Now that she could see the floor she saw the comforter for the orgy sized bed splayed in a heap in a corner of the room. The individual attachments of her business skirt-suit were all over the place, as well as the young waiter's clothes. The hair tie that'd held her hair back in a tight bun last night hung loosely around the room's door knob. She didn't see her purse, which led to the fact that she didn't see her keys, which now made her wonder, where the hell was her car?

Just as she was about to stand and dress the bathroom door swung open and out the teenager walked. He'd had enough mercy in his heart to wrap a towel around himself much to Sakura's relief. He didn't say a word as he laid down onto his bed, crossed his ankles and then his hands behind his head.

Sakura hesitated as she turned to look at him. His eyes were closed and he looked completely at ease. She couldn't help her glance at the bulge beneath the towel. She saw that he wasn't as excited as he'd been before, and for some reason Sakura just didn't understand, the awareness filled her with a slight disappointment. And that disturbed her greatly.

"U-Um, where are your parents," she said trying to stop the train her thoughts kept trying to board.

He didn't even flinch. "Dead. Why are you still here?"

Her heart dropped. How insensitive of her. She should've guessed that at the very least his parents weren't around, otherwise they'd have never allowed her to take advantage of their son last night. "I'm so sorry!"

One eye peered open to stare her down. "For what? Still being here?"

"N-No, for mentioning your-"

This was getting old. "Look, Sakura," he said sitting up, his muscles bunching as he did, "you've got no business here." He ran his fingers through his hair and sighed, closing his eyes afterward. "Just getup, and get out."

For reasons unknown, rivers of panic slithered throughout Sakura's veins. She blinked and tried to calm herself, glad that when she spoke her voice only slightly quivered. "Aren't you going to call the police?" She placed her hand gently upon his ankle. "After what I've done to you I deserve-"

He scoffed suddenly, cutting her off. He opened his eyes, and glanced sideways at her. "You didn't do anything, Sakura," he said in that holier than thou tone he seemed to be able to turn on and off at will.

Sakura was quiet for a moment, her green orbs steady upon his face. Then her eyes widened, disbelief suffocating the emerald spheres rapidly and efficiently. She pulled her hand away from his ankle and held it captive to her chest. "Of course I did," she said her voice squeezing around the nervous lump within her throat. "I ravaged you viciously like some horny savage. I know I did."

He quirked a brow at her. "You remember doing all that?"

She frowned. "Well, no but I-"

"So then let me get this straight. First you're absolutely devastated thanks to your newly earned title as stylish rapist.And then your victim tells you he isn't really a victim and said title doesn't belong to you at all. Then you practically beg him to let you keep it? Is that about right?"

Blood rushed up her slender neck and heavily landed within her cheeks as she persisted. "But…I mean…you were nude," she said a bit hysterically. "And so was I! What else am I supposed to assume when I wake up bare assed with another bare assed person besides the fact that I'd just had sex with him?! And since you're only seventeen that means that I've just committed what's often known as statutory rape since I'm over the age of eighteen unlike you, a minor!" She was angry again and she had no idea why. She just was.

The male patron of the two snickered and Sakura's lid flipped. "What the fuck do you find so goddamned funny about this, boy?!" She'd stood and she'd screamed it, her fists were clenched at her sides just as hard as her teeth were gritted in her mouth. The boy didn't seem offended as much as even more amused by her irritation, though.

He chuckled again as he propped his right leg and laid his arm upon it. The towel ebbed up a bit and Sakura's left eye just as soon began to twitch. "Exactly what is it about me that continues to make you assume I am anything less than a man, Sakura?" He laid back down with his hands crossed behind his head, his eyes still focused on her. Because he'd left his leg propped the towel proceeded to expose a whole lot more of the strong muscles in his thighs. Just a little bit higher and calvary would be making itself known to Sakura for the umpteenth time since she'd awakened. He smirked as he saw her eyes tracing the smooth planes of his thighs, her fists and teeth unclenching, a light sheen of sweat breaking out across her forehead, the anger in her eyes melting into something along the lines of hypnosis.

"Do I really look like a boy to you," he asked softly, smirk still in place.

Sakura stuttered as she tried her hardest and eventually succeeded to make sense of his question. "I do admit that when n…n…naked you look older and much more mature than boys your age usually do, but I've seen you with clothes on and th-then you looked pretty young to me."

He did something with his arms that drew her eyes to the overly impressive biceps he possessed. "I'm not a boy, Sakura," he said, his voice dripping with smooth confidence. "And you didn't rape me. Exactly how would you have held me down even if you'd tried?"

Sakura's eyes fell back on his own, narrowed and annoyed with both herself and his slick remarks. "I'll have you know I'm stronger than I look."

"Uh-huh," he said boldly patronizing her.

"I am!"

He scoffed. "I'll admit you've got yourself a nice right hook, but…that's about it."

The irritation in her eased away just enough for curiosity to show itself. "What do you know about the power of my punch, Sir Rude Child?"

All teasing left him as sudden fury imprisoned him. He shot up, jammed a finger in her direction and boomed at the very top of his lungs, "Because you punched the shit out of me last night, that's how!"

--Alright, well that was the first chapter. It was originally a four chaptered one-shot but lots of people didn't like that, and with good reason I so realized later on. So I've seperated the chapters and am just making Make It Good into a full blown story, but know that it is still apart of the Yum Sum Series. Anyway, hope you liked what you saw and will continue reading. Reviews would be and are gratefully appreciated. XD--

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Book 3: Chapter 1-End