Naruto, Kankurou/Sakura, Stage 3: Passion
Title: The Height of Madness
Author: darkemptyheart/ DarkSeductress
Theme: Passion
Rating: R
Word Count: 300
Author's Note: Each part is 150 words as usual.
You're Not Him
They both smelled like death. Danger surrounded them. They should be escaping, Sakura thought madly. They shouldn’t be fucking silently as their enemies pursued clones.
Sakura shouldn’t have a glove stuffed in her mouth to keep silent as Kankuro pushed inside her.
She should be tending to the wound in her side, not digging her fingers into Kankuro’s back as he dove deeper inside her.
She shouldn’t be enthralled by the way his paint is rubbing off his face onto her neck.
This shouldn’t be.
She shouldn’t want this so badly.
This is madness.
Sakura clenches her eyes tight, hoping to block the sound of his breathing and the smell of her blood mixing with someone else’s.
He bites her neck.
She barely hears the words.
"I’m not him."
Sakura meets his eyes.
"I know."
As she dives further into the madness, she knows she’ll never want Kankuro to be.
Special Marionette
Kankuro knows it the dumb thing to do as they sink to the ground.. It’s madness as he unzips her shorts. There is no time for tenderness as he yanks his pants down. Only time for madness, when he stuffs a glove in her mouth.
They could be captured.
They could be killed.
Yet when he sees the mixture of pain and pleasure haunt her face as he moves within her, he knows it is worth it. The sight of his paint on her neck, excites him.
Sakura closes her eyes and he can’t hold back the wave of anger when he bites her.
She will only see him.
She will imagine no one else.
He snarls.
"I’m not him."
The fever in her eyes is answer enough.
"I know."
But hearing it seals the deal.
Sakura belongs to him. His to desire. His to manipulate.
His most special marionette.