This is a collection of themed challenge fics for the livejournal community lemonaftertaste. The ratings will change depending on the contents of each one. The title is also subject to change.

Title- Lost It Again

Challenge # 25- When will I be worthy of your good side?
Words- 396
Rating- R

I kinda bastardized Sasuke a bit in this one... :sweatdrop:

A/N: I hope TheFutureFreaksMeOut doesn't mind but I tried her writing style.

Lost it Again

You smirk as you push me to the bed and nip at my neck while your hands travel up and down my body. It's not long before we're both naked, panting, and flushed with you straddling my hips. I told you once you were beautiful when you looked like that, but you didn't even smile or smirk like you do so often, just kissed me hungrily until neither of us could breathe. I've been telling myself you didn't hear me.

You never face me when we do this. I'm always pressed with my chest and face against the wall or the bed or the floor. Maybe it's better that way, your eyes are so empty. They're even hollower than mine are. Since I've met you and Naruto, I've felt…lighter and…happy. Yeah, me, feeling happy. Never thought that could happen. Naruto says it shows too, he says I look less demonic now.

I've never told you this, but I think you're my reason for existence now. I don't have to love myself anymore, I've got you now.

I don't know why the sand doesn't interfere when we do this, you always pound into me so roughly. Sometimes I bleed, but I like that, it makes it real, gives me closure. And then when we're done, you'll lick it all off, and I'd be lying if I said it wasn't sexy. But it's as if you always try to make me bleed, like you're trying to hurt me.

Did I do something wrong? Are you punishing me for something? I'd apologize if I knew what it was.

You pull out of me and lick my blood away like always. I'd like to tell you that I love you, aren't people supposed to do that after things like this? But I've never been able to bring myself to say those three little words, so I try to tell you in the only way I can.

Your lips are soft on mine, and maybe you sense that I want our kiss to stay innocent because you just move your lips gently and keep your tongue in your mouth. But just like your eyes, the kiss is empty. You're not putting any real feeling into it, like it's exactly the same as anything else you do.

I thought I'd found my reason for existence. I think I've lost it again.

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