The Rogue’s Love

Chapter Fifteen: Desire

“Stop,” I groaned, unsuccessfully trying to push Sasori off of me. Despite the begging, the red head continuously kissed down my neck, sucking at my all too sensitive skin. When he did pull away, it was only the remove the article of clothing that he had forced me to wear. Sasori knew I didn’t want him to stop. When did I ever, though? I loved every minute that we were together, that he was touching me. But, a small part of me wanted to get revenge on him for making me get stitches. Those things didn’t exactly feel good.

“My stitches hurt…” I lied, whimpering a bit for effect. And, just like I thought he would, Sasori stopped to inspect the wound. It was as if he had lost all interest in my body as a whole, examining the area where the small girl had stabbed me. He sighed, planting light kisses on the skin surrounding it. I had to admit, the pain did slightly subside.

“What happened?” He asked, stroking my bare stomach. The shirt had long been discarded to the floor, being out of place in his all too tidy room. Sexual activity seemed to be put on hold as he was determined to get answers out of me, yet, he still refused to let me wear clothes. And, as if it was the most natural thing to do, he laid his head on my chest. I only hoped that he didn’t notice the way my heart seemed to skip every few beats.

“I had a mission…”

“And..?” I swallowed, not wanting to go in detail, at all. To explain would probably only make me more upset. I really shouldn’t have let her stab me. Not that I had much of a choice. “Tell me,” He demanded in a more forceful voice, his warm breath fanning over the bare parts of my skin, making me shiver.

Still feeling stubborn, I defiantly shook my head.

“Looks like someone hasn’t learned their lesson, yet,” he murmured. I frowned. Were we playing school, or something?

My confusion was quickly dispersed as he turned his head just enough to have access to my neck; which was beyond vulnerable at the moment. Before I had any time to react, Sasori bit down on the impressible skin just above my collarbone. Which in return made a loud moan escape my lips. I’m pretty positive that it was loud enough for people in the neighboring rooms to hear. I was only hoping that wasn’t the case.

Sasori’s tongue caressed the mark, his sweet breath urging me to pull at his glorious red hair. With very little self-control, I somehow managed to grip at the silken sheets, instead.

The criminal of a man swiftly moved atop of my body, roughly wrapping my legs around his lower torso, making sure to leave no space between our hips. If it weren’t for the damned clothes, he’d probable be inside of me. 

“If you don’t tell me, your stitches aren’t going to be the only thing that’s hurting.” he whispered against me, lowering a bit of weight on the part of me that was almost connected to him. My teeth sunk into my lip, trying to keep all of the embarrassing noises that wanted to come out of me, in. Sasori definitely got his point across, I just hoped he didn’t stop trying to prove it to me.

Wanting to be kissed, I pulled his face to mine. Only, he resisted. Instead, staring at me like the evil bastard that he was. With a glint of mischievous in his beautiful brown eyes, he started to slowly grind his hips into mine. I whimpered, not liking his teasing.

Sasori leaned down to me, most likely to torture me with his words, now. All the while I couldn’t take me eyes on his approaching neck, his cloak falling away just enough to get a good view. And, with my ever raging teenage hormones, I couldn’t help but give him a little bit of his own medicine, I bit into his collarbone, making his hips grind into me a little harder. I smiled, kissing my way up to his ear, “I want you.” What I tried to make as a seductive voice, really only came out as little more than a breathless pant. Nonetheless, it seemed to have the right effect on Sasori as his breathing came out a little more labored that before.

It would seem as if we both liked the sexual pain inflicted on one another.

Without further ado, Sasori rolled off of me, not having any kind of physical contact with me whatsoever. Well, that was rude.

Deciding to take matters into my own hands, I climbed atop Sasori, straddling his waist. There was no way he was going to blow me off that easily. I leaned down, lightly brushing my lips against his, “I thought you didn’t like to keep people waiting?” I breathed, continuing his earlier actions. I made sure to be just as slow as he was, if not even more so, making the puppet master roughly grasp onto my hips; his fingertips digging into my skin. His eyes seemed to turn a shade darker, getting a bit hazy. Not once losing eye contact, I playfully ran my tongue over his lips, loving the power I seemed to have over him. As if he would bend to my every whim. This is the first ̶̶̶ and probably the last time ̶̶̶ I’ve ever seen Sasori so vulnerable. 

Only, he didn’t seem to enjoy it as much as I did. The very manipulative red head slammed his lips into mine, flipping us back over so that he was once again laid on top of me. If only he had given me what I wanted in the first place, I wouldn’t have to have gone through such measures to receive a mere kiss. Although, I was quickly learning that there was no such thing as a ‘mere kiss’ with Sasori.

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“Dude, you like, bit the fuck out of me,” I said, carefully examining my neck in the mirror. It would seem as if I was starting to collect many marks from the puppet master. Bite marks and red spots littered my once smooth skin. He smirked, lifting my head to get better access to the skin underneath my chin. Sasori brushed his lips against the worst of them, making me wanting to continue stripping for him. “Better?”

I shook my head, “You may have bit my lips, too.” He chuckled, his hand stroking my pale cheek, the other firmly ̶̶̶̶ but gently ̶̶̶̶ holding onto my waist. Sasori leaned in, fitting his lips perfectly against my own.  He tenderly moved his mouth, caressing mine with a passion that I didn’t even know he was capable of. Unlike our other kisses, this one was slow, our lips sensually rubbing against one another’s. Sasori pulled me closer, just as unwilling to let me go as I was him.

Although, it surprised me just how gentle Sasori was holding me, I didn’t relish over it. Sure, I rather enjoyed the pain he seemed to love inflicting upon me. But, this, this was perfect. It showed me a whole new side to Sasori, one I would most likely never see, again. It was as if he may actually care for me. Maybe not as much as I did him, but there may be something there. There was always the annoying glimmer of hope that always seemed to be there, now shining brighter than the usual.

I was fairly certain of Sasori’s attraction towards me. The lust for my body was clear as day, not that he actually tried to hide it. But, the possibility of him actually having feelings for me seemed highly unlikely, if not impossible. He was a man. He didn’t always think with the head that wasn’t confined by a zipper. 

“Stop thinking,” Sasori sighed against my lips, pushing me against the wall. “Just, kiss me.” I couldn’t help the blush that crept onto my cheeks, or the way my heart still fluttered at his tiniest touch. Somehow, he’d gotten to know my quite well. Better than anyone here, with the exception on no one. 

With a languid smile, I wrapped my arms around his neck, standing on the tips of my toes. “Would hate to keep you waiting, wouldn’t I?” I winked, our lips joining together, again. Now, if I could somehow freeze time here, in the perfect moment, I’d still have a winning chance at being the happiest girl alive. Because right now, in his embrace, I knew this wasn’t something I could possibly screw up.

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The next few days actually went by pretty uneventful. And for a reason unbeknownst to me, the mission we had been due to go on, three weeks ago, was postponed. Again. Pein really should stick with one date. His indecisive-ness was really starting to bug me. I had really wanted to experience being on a mission with Sasori and Deidara. Every mission I had been on while staying here has been with Konan. Always tagging along as her little ‘accessory’. 

And, each one of these missions were solely based on assassination.

Each time hit me a little harder than the last, all of the deaths just now starting to add onto my conscience. The only thing I have learned is to not break down in front of Konan. I’ve made that mistake, once.

“What happened to your face?!” Sasori growled, rushing towards me. My right eye was almost swollen shut, making it difficult for me to see straight; almost making me crash through the door. I had wanted to get to Jesshika, first. But, it would seem as if I had chosen the wrong door.

“I…uhh…I ran into a door. I wasn’t really paying attention, I guess.” I awkwardly laughed, rubbing the back of my head, one of the only places that wasn’t bruised. This is why I had wanted to see Jesshika, first. I was almost positive she had some kind of make up that could conceal the worse cuts on my face. As for the bruises on my body, those could be easily hidden with some way less revealing clothing. 

“You’re lying,” he spat, grabbing onto my wrist. He quickly dropped it after I winced, though. “Who did this?”

“I told you ̶̶̶̶̶ “

“Stop lying to me!” He yelled, slamming me against the wall. I cried out, the bruises on my body only doubling in size, now.

“You tell me now, or I swear to̶̶̶̶̶ “

“Konan!” I choked, suddenly scared of the man before me. I’ve never seen this angry. Hell, I’ve never seen him show that much emotion. “Konan did this.” Sasori let go of his hold of me, catching me before I could fall to a heap on the ground, cradling me against his chest. He rocked me back in fourth, holding me so close I could hear him breathe. Although, curiously enough, he had no real heartbeat, just this faint thrumming. 

Apparently, after I went to sleep, Sasori had a little ‘talk’ with Konan. Resulting in the blue-haired female receiving a black eye to match my own. Sasori swears it wasn’t him, but I really didn’t care. Bitch got what she deserved. 

Now, when we do go on missions, Konan doesn’t dare lay a finger on me, nor does she threaten me. She’s not exactly nice, and still insists it’s me that kills all of the small children. Well, it was a start.

I rolled over in the warm bed, noticing Sasori was awake, too. I don’t know how we did it̶̶̶̶̶ or why̶̶̶̶̶

But, we had somehow manage a month without sex. Which really, was really only how long I’ve been here. Somehow, I was still a virgin, which confused the hell out of me. Someone please explain to me why this hot male just won’t take advantage of me, like, now. I wouldn’t mind. At all.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, his fingers brushing against the fading cuts. I wasn’t exactly healed, but I could see, again. Meaning, the swelling had gone down; considerably. The past few days Sasori hadn’t let me out of his sight, not with my long list of injuries. Had even tagged along on a mission with me and Captain Cunt. I was guessing just to make sure she didn’t lash out, again. And, with him witnessing the type of missions we went on, I think he had a better understanding of why I had always come home to him crying. 

“I’m fine…”

“But…?” he raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t wanna kill anymore kids,” I sniffed, “They’ve done absolutely nothing wrong! Sometimes I have to wonder if Konan just likes to senselessly kill. It’s so mindless. Barbaric. It’s not fair.” Tears had started to swell in my eyes, thoughts of my little brother swirling around in my head. Most of these kids had been around his age. And, in some sick way, I felt I had been killing him, too.

“Shh,” his soothing voice wrapped around me like a security blanket, promising to protect me from what lay outside of his arms. I buried my face into his Akatsuki cloak, letting out all of my pent up frustration. “It’ll be okay,” he promised, stroking my hair. These motions seemed oddly familiar, not at all easing the sudden wave or paranoia. Wasn’t this the same motions I had acted to calm the little girl, right before killing her? “Soon, we’ll go on our own mission, and you wont have to worry about Konan. At least, not for a week.”

“It’s not soon enough,” I grumbled, wrapping my arms around his warm body. Although my strong feelings for Sasori seemed to grow with each passing minute, so did my hatred for this place. If it weren’t for him, I would have left by now. Or, died trying.

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This chapter was written at least three times, and I’m still not entirely happy with it .___. Like, the last part was just kind of thrown in there :P But, at least it’s longer than per usual…I hope. So, Imma try to be finishing this story, THIS week. So, updates will probably come like..everyday O______O Remember to leave me lots of comments ♥ 

Happy Readings~

Sorry for all of the mistakes, btw. It's like 3am, and I'm starting to hallucinate .___. I'll make Maddeh go back threw and edit it for me, later >:D