Sasuten Kiss by Tenten-Dark-Angel

Title: Daylight

Author: Princesshyuuga01

Fandom: Naruto

Pairing: Sasuke Uchiha x Tenten

Genre: Drama/Romance

Universe:  AU (Ninja verse)

Collection: Part two of the Starcrossed Lovers Trilogy


Here I am waiting…I’ll have to leave soon,

Why am I…holding on?

We knew this day would come

We knew it all along,

How did it… come so fast?

“We don’t have to do this,” he watched as she pushed to her feet dragging him along to stand up before her.

She watched him carefully, her fingers going to the hem of her black shirt. “We don’t have to, we need to.”

He studied her carefully, gliding forward until no space remained between them. He put his hands on her hips and pulled her fully against his rock-hard body. “Are you sure about this?”

She hesitated knowing the risks that were attached, but also aware of the emptiness that would follow if she changed her mind.

This was about temporary filling a void that would forever remain unfulfilled after tonight. He knew it, she knew and with that knowledge she nodded in consent, tossing her blouse aside.

This is our last night… but it’s late and I’m trying not to sleep

Cause I know when I wake I will have to slip away.

Watching Tenten’s curvy body emerge from under her clothing caught him a bit off-guard. He didn’t want to rush into anything that she would later regret—or could even put her in danger.

Her friends were still looking for her, that much he was sure off. Once she was back on the grid and located by Konoha’s tracking team, there would be questions. A lot of questions. Questions which they had both thought about and formulated acceptable responses for.

But of course, none of those carefully thought through inventions would fool the expertise of Konoha’s grab team if Tenten were to return bearing a child of Uchiha descent.

Traces of him would not go unnoticed by the skilled medical team during their examination of her. It had after all been months since she went missing. It was common procedure to thoroughly interrogate and scrutinize a ninja who had been missing.

This was a step in the right direction, Sasuke praised. There were many skilled rogue ninjas who could easily cast genjustsus to control the mind of wandering shinobi so that they could infiltrate other villages.

It was a thought that had crossed his mind but he couldn’t bring himself to use this Tenten as a pawn. He had to protect her at all costs and that was why he decided to let her go.

If he kept her locked up down here with him, then that treasured part of his essence—her—would then go corrupt, just like his half of the whole. He wouldn’t have it,his humanity would only be safe if she took it back home with her. To Konoha.

Tenten tipped her head to the side and ran her hands over her breasts and down the center of her stomach. Her fingers toyed with the button at her waistband. “Sasuke…?” Her voice was deeper than normal, husky almost, brushing over his aroused senses like the whisper of a win in a gambler’s ear.

“Only if you’re absolutely sure,” each breath he took caused his chest to brush against her breasts, rubbing over her already sensitized nipples.

She struggled to keep him from noticing her reaction. But she could tell from the look in his eyes that he knew she really did want him. She was his for the taking, after all they were one.

He was like darkness and she was his light. Together they found balance in each other because in darkness there had to be some light, and in light there was always a bit of darkness.

And when the daylight comes I’ll have to go,

But tonight I’m gonna hold you so close,

Cause in the daylight, we’ll be on our own,

But tonight I need to hold you so close.

She pulled her hair free, shaking her head, letting it cascade down her back. He saw brown and closed his eyes, inhaling the scent of her, letting the feel of her totally overwhelm him. He needed her like the air that he breathed and he followed that desire the way he’d always allowed all his cravings—the good, the bad and the in-betweens—to rule his life.

It was in these rare moments that he questioned his choices, that he questioned his motives.

Looking back, maybe he could have done things differently. But he wasn’t keen on fate or destiny; he would simply shape reality into whatever he wanted it to be. He couldn’t change the reality however, that he couldn’t keep Tenten in his world because the things you loved most have to be let go if at all you truly care for it.

And if by chance, a day comes along when you’re finally reunited, then it means that it was always yours to begin with.

They would see each other again, he was sure of it. But they would come to both dread and relish that moment—that moment they’d become whole again. In that moment, on opposite sides of the battle field, darkness shall challenge light for utter and complete dominance.

She’d stand behind her village and he’d pursue his vendetta. There could only be one victor, either she prevailed in his darkness or he in her light. Either way one side of him would cease to exist.

So perhaps tonight they ought to co-exist as darkness and light for one last time.

Grasping her waist, he lifted her slightly and lowered his mouth to hers. He traced the seam of her lips with his tongue, tasting her with small delicate darts.

The hands around his neck tightened but he didn’t hurry. Slipping his tongue past her lips, he ran it over hers. He stroked his way into her mouth before retreating and coming back again.

His dark head lowered, she shuddered as he plastered hot wet trails of kisses along the length of her neck.

Her legs buckled and she touched her heart in a gasp.

Here I am staring at your perfection, in my arms, so beautiful…

This sky is getting bright, the stars are burning out…

Somebody slow it down…This is way, too hard…

Cause I know… when the sun comes up I will leave…

This is my last glance… that will soon be memory.

One night was all they had to sate the raw appetite they had for each other. It was only natural for them to realize the urgency with which their situation had to be handled.

Tomorrow they’ll be separated, each leaving a piece of themselves with the other in hopes that it’ll be enough to last for an eternity.

Sasuke followed the movement of her hand with his eyes before he lowered his lips to the tops of her breasts with exquisite tenderness.

She swallowed the aching cry in her throat, fixed her fingers more firmly in his hair to keep him close.

She didn’t want to leave, but she knew she had to. With war waging between the Leaf and the Sound, there was great demand for the corpse of any leaf shinobi found on the Sound’s grounds. Not to mention, that she’d be putting Sasuke in danger if Orochimaru were to find out that he was harbouring a trespasser in his quarters.

He had gone through the trouble of casting a number of barrier-like justsu around his chambers to ensure that no one detected her presence. But with the pressure of war and numerous security breaches it would become near impossible to keep her hidden.

Sasuke became adamant about getting her out and returning her to the village. He said that he couldn’t promise what would happen the next time they met but for now she would be guaranteed her safety with him.

At first it was hard to comprehend his actions towards her but she later began to understand that she somehow reminded him of his past self—something he still clung to.

Her fear of him soon began to morph into respect and though she hadn’t a clue why she could relate so closely with him, she found comfort in just being in his presence. His rage, his passion, they all seemed to fuel hers and in turn induced her understanding of him and his motives.

Sasuke lingered over her heart, nuzzled the plump skin.

She wanted to drop back against the softness of his bed, feel the weight of his body above hers. She wanted to take him into her lonely soul with such a violent desire, she trembled in need. After such a narrow escape from death, her heart begged for life. It pulsed in her breast, demanding sweet solace. A touch. A kiss. A mark to prove she was still alive—and not alone.

He kissed the dip between her neck and shoulder. The hot mark of his lips stirred her insides with frightening passion, making her shiver along with the coldness that lashed at her skin when her pants went.

“Ten?” he asked again, sounding somewhat unsure after he sought her lips again.

He sank into the kiss with an exquisite lack of haste, deepening the intimate strokes of his tongue until her legs trembled and desire gushed through her, pooling low in her belly, leaving her body tense with need.

He was still giving her the chance to back out. How very noble of him, Tenten mused to herself.

No words were needed as confirmation, she slipped his shirt over his shoulders and worked her way with his trousers. Soon both their clothes were in a pool at their feet and they were left basking in the beauty and comfort of each other.

They were quiet for awhile, the sound of their ragged breathing and unsteady heart beating meshed together as though composing a melody about the coming together of lost souls.

And when the daylight comes I’ll have to go,

But tonight I’m gonna hold you so close,

Cause in the daylight, we’ll be on our own,

But tonight I need to hold you so close.

He lifted her, half-walking, half-carrying her to his bed, kissing her collarbone and shoulders, sending waves of pleasure over her entire body.

She sank into the softness of his pillows, the anticipation of what was to come rendering her breathless. The thought of him inside her made her languid and malleable. His bigness, his maleness, was overwhelming.

She remembered thinking when she first saw him out of his clothes some weeks ago, that his long, hard body appeared to be made for the events that would now play out.

Like a weapon and its master, she yielded to his every touch; giving herself up to him, and he doing to same to her. Darkness and light—ying and yang, together as one.

She felt her body readying for him, having rid themselves of the scraps of fabric between them. He climbed above her and she arched into him, unprepared for the onslaught of erotic sensations as his body seemingly stroked hers from head to toe.

Every inch of his skin presented new textures and temperatures—warm, hot, soft, firm, hard, rough.

Tenten threaded her fingers through his thick, dark hair and moaned as he drew on her nipple.

She gasped when he took the nipple between his teeth and applied light pressure. She bucked when the sensation arrowed directly to her core and pleaded for him to do it again. To which, he complied willingly.

She skimmed her hands over the smooth, muscled expanse of his back, then down the indentation of his spine, to clasp his firm behind. He groaned and rocked his pelvis against hers with the promise of future delights.

She felt the intensity of her need for him in the center of her legs “Sasuke…” his name escaped her lips.


“Do it now.”

His breath caught in his throat and stayed there. He reached down and his hands found their mark between her legs. She was hot, wet and ready. But he hesitated, feeling the need to acknowledge the fact that she was surrendering—no submitting herself to him. The guilt kicked it in, he felt like a puppet master pulling the strings, like he had somehow manipulated her into feeling for him.

But they couldn’t afford for this moment to pass. So he supposed, they’d have to suffer the consequences and the bare guilt later. Bliss was at arm’s reach.

“Sasuke…” she begged him.

He forgot to feel anything besides the passion scorching his insides.

His masculine physique suddenly towered over her, every perfectly formed muscle. She looked up into his eyes, locked in his gaze the moment he gripped her hips and raised them to him. Then suddenly she had more heat than she bargained for as his body covered hers and he thrust inside her.

Her cry was caught by his mouth. She knew what it was; she had just forgotten to expect it, which was probably a good thing.

He went dead still at her moment of pain, but he was still deep inside her and touching the most sensitive spot he could have found. “Tenten?”

I never wanted to stop because I don’t want to start all over…

I was afraid of the dark but now it’s all that I want…

Her brilliant chocolate eyes opened as she watched him take her. Their bodies melted together in like cream in coffee. Her soft body yielded to every hard inch of him in soul searing completion.

Buried to the hilt, he briefly closed his eyes, absorbing the incredible sensation of her body clamped around him like a hot, silken fist. Then, with his gaze on hers, he eased out nearly all the way, and thrust deep. Her lips parted, emitting a low rumbling sound of approval.

She was vaguely aware that he had called her name.

He thrust again and again, long, smooth, deep strokes that quickened into driving plunges, each one urging him closer to detonation.

Her breathing turned choppy and her fingers bit into his shoulders. When a cry broke from her lips and she arched beneath him, only then did Sasuke let himself go.

They no longer existed as halves, bounded to the compulsion of each other. With this they both realized that they hadn’t been searching for love, until this very moment, the moment they physically became one. The moment their bodies, souls, hearts meshed together in unison.

And when the daylight comes I’ll have to go,

But tonight I’m gonna hold you so close,

Cause in the daylight, we’ll be on our own,

But tonight I need to hold you so close.

Tenten didn’t want to wake up.

Sasuke couldn’t bring himself to sleep.

Both wishing morning would postpone its arrival. Neither wanted to give up the warmth, peace and comfort they discovered in each other.

But they knew it was for the best. That it’d be safer apart. He needed to keep what little good he had left in him away from the clutches of darkness, therefore he had let her go. And she needed to keep her dark side from overpowering her, therefore, she had to leave him.

From the beginning, they understood that what they had between them could not blossom into anything beyond a spur of the moment. Together they found balance yes, but apart there was neither a dominant nor recessive half. They were equals. And though neither of them would admit it, they both glorified the thought.

Tenten stirred in her sleep. Sasuke’s gaze wandered over her glossy auburn hair and the ivory-smooth slope of her bare shoulder. She made a moaning sound and shifted against him, her silky skin touching him from chest to knee beneath the covers.

He didn’t want to wake her.

But he hadn’t a choice. Dawn was upon them.

They needed to leave before daybreak. It’d give them the advantage they needed. She wasn’t as fast as he was, and she still hadn’t recovered fully from the ordeal she had gone through when he first discovered her, so an early start would be best.

“Tenten,” he shook her lightly. For every second that she didn’t budge he hated himself even more.

She opened her sleep-heavy eyes and their gazes met. To his mortification, hot tears welled in her eyes. She looked away, but he’d clearly seen the sheen because he reached under her chin and tilted her face up towards his.

She made a swipe under her eyes which, much to her embarrassment it continued to leak silent tears.

This was the part that he had not been looking forward to. “Beautiful things don’t belong in my world. My reality will make you ugly,” he tried to explain.

This brought on a fresh onslaught of tears. “And that’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make,” she pled defiantly.

“That’s a sacrifice I will not tolerate.” It reminded him all too much of the time Sakura tried to stop him from leaving. He remembered how broken up his team mates had been about his departure and he decided that he didn’t want that for Tenten. But she couldn’t stay. He wouldn’t have it that way, as much his heart objected.

An idea crossed his mind as he thought of the heartache she’d have to live with. He activated his Sharingan.

She looked up at him, her brown eyes wet with tears, her lashes spiky, and whatever small part of his heart might have remained his own, he lost with that single look. “What are you doing?”

He cradled her tearstained face between his hands and brushed at the wetness lingering on her cheeks with his thumbs. “You’ve kept my humanity safe, so this time I’ll be the one to bear the burden of our shared sentiments.” He leaned down and lightly kissed her lips.

He decided that he’d carry their memories around with him, in hopes that one day he would become his own source of compassion. The distress that they would cause her would haunt her very consciousness. She’d feel like a traitor to her own village and a fool in her heart. And he did not want that for her. He’d much prefer she remembered her life before she’d met him.

For several long seconds she simply looked at him with an unreadable expression and he wished like hell he knew what she was thinking.

Finally she shook her head furiously, “Memories are all that’ll have left of you, please don’t take them away from me.”

“I promise I’ll return them…” he told her softly. “Once you’ve passed Inoichi’s psyche evaluation,” he smirked wryly.

She knew he was lying but before she got a chance to turn her head away from his piercing red gaze, she found herself fading to the blackness. A few minutes later she regained her sense of self.

With no recollection of the previous months she flinched at the sight of the powerful Uchiha. Her lips trembled, “Sasuke?”

“Its daylight,” he merely stated before feeling a warm, thick, bloody tear graze his cheek.


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