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Sasuke sits on the edge of the medical table, clenching his hand around the thin, cloth hospital gown. The fluorescent lights above his head flicker at a rate so fast the human eye can't detect it, but with his Sharingan activated, he can. He looks up at the ceiling and lets out a sigh. Why am I here?
Right. For a prostate exam. How terribly embarrassing. He's only twenty, but apparently Uchiha men are predisposed to this kind of cancer, and with Hashirama's death finally being determined due to rapid cell regeneration from ninjutsu, cancer screenings are on the rise for all shinobi.
He sighs again. It'll just be a few minutes, then it'll be over. Hell, I'm getting lunch with Naruto after this. Maybe I can talk to him about . . .
No. Absolutely not. He'd never hear the end of it. The only solace he can take is the fact that he'll likely never see the doctor performing the exam ever again.
There's a soft knock on the door, and the doctor asks, "Can I come in?"
Sasuke narrows his eyes but says, "Yes. I'm decent."
And in walks Sakura, her white coat pristine and her hair a beautiful sheen of peach pink, clipboard in hand.
Sasuke digs his nails into his palm. No fucking way.
Sakura lets out a pleasant, if awkward laugh. "Sasuke, hello."
He just clears his throat. His face heats. He saw Sakura just this morning, as she was leaving his apartment for this very shift.
"So, it looks like you're here for, uh . . . ah, exam." She laughs awkwardly again. "Good! I'm glad! Staying on top of your health as the last Uchiha is important!"
He shoots her a look. "Please, Sakura. You don't have to do this." Please, don't do this to me.
But there's a coy look in her eye as she responds, "Of course I do. It's part of my job."
Ever since Sasuke returned to the village after atoning for his sins post-Fourth Great Shinobi war, he and Sakura have been in what Naruto calls a "situationship." They get dinner together weekly. She stays over at his apartment sometimes, clothes bunched up on the floor and long forgotten. He shows up at her apartment late at night, injured after missions, and she heals him, no questions asked. They go to concerts, festivals in the village together. Sometimes they invite Naruto over for the fun. But they don't hold hands. They don't kiss in public. And they are certainly not "together." He doesn't know why he can't bring himself to it. Is he too afraid of hurting her? Is he too afraid of getting hurt himself?
"Sasuke?"
"What?" He shakes the cobwebs from his mind.
"Before we proceed, I have to ask a few questions," Sakura says, suddenly in the small stool next to the desk in the sterile exam room.
"Mmm."
"Is this your first prostate exam?"
"Yes."
"Do you have a family history of prostate cancer?"
"Uh, yes. My great-uncle. Mom's side." His chest tightens up. It wasn't the cancer that ended up killing his great-uncle. It was Itachi.
"Are you a smoker?"
"No."
"How often do you ejaculate?"
Sasuke jolts. "Excuse me?"
Sakura smiles, and it's so bashful and sweet that guilt floods him like a black poison. "There's some recent research that shows that frequent ejaculation can reduce the risk of cancers like this."
"Uh," he says, scratching the back of his head. "I try to make it happen at least once a day, but that doesn't always happen."
Sakura scribbles something on her notepad and nods her head. "Alright. Thank you, Sasuke. I think we're ready to begin."
Sasuke exhales. He grips the side of the exam bed, refusing to move. But Sakura approaches him, her eyes wide and a perfect shade of jade-green. Her hand comes up to caress his cheek and neck, so tender that he freezes like a wild animal. "Do you trust me?"
What kind of a question is that? Of course, of course, of course he does. He trusts her with more than he's trusted anyone else with—except maybe Naruto. But somehow, he still can't trust her with the title of "significant other." Shame burns on his cheeks, behind his eyes. There's no one else, except maybe Karin, that he'd trust with medical matters.
But this is something different. She'll be inside him this time. He'll be vulnerable. And he has no idea how this is going to feel. Good? Bad? Great?
Sasuke swallows hard. "Yes, I trust you."
"Good," Sakura says with a self-satisfied smile. She walks over to a box along the wall and pulls out a latex glove. "For this, I'll need you to bend over the exam bed, please."
"Alright." Sasuke stands, turns around, and mechanically bends at the waist, placing his torso down on the starchy bed. As his exam gown gaps open, the cold air of the exam room hits his exposed skin, and gooseflesh ripples across him. He breathes again, clenching and unclenching his hand on the white sheet.
There's a strange squirting noise, and Sasuke squeezes his eyes shut. "You're nervous," Sakura remarks. "This will be painless if you relax."
"Respectfully, how can I relax right now?" Sasuke grinds out.
Sakura places a cold, gentle hand on his lower back, and he gasps. He feels his spine relax into an arch. "You can relax because you're with me."
He clenches his jaw. She's right, but it doesn't make this any better—his kind-of sort-of lover, in a situation like this? About to do this?
"Okay, Sasuke, just one finger at a time," she says. Sakura places one gloved finger at his entrance, massaging slowly. It's already slick—that squirting sound must have been lubricant. "Breathe for me," she says.
He obeys. In, out.
And then one finger slips inside him.
Ripples cascade through his body—not like gooseflesh, but something deeper. Sakura pushes in further. It's not painful, just . . . strange, at first. It's not until she hits something a few inches inside him that he tenses up.
Sakura ceases all movement. "Are you okay?"
He nods, his black hair obscuring his vision.
Sakura begins moving her finger again, curling down into him, pressing on that spot. She's certainly touching something, he can tell that much. A depth begins to stretch out inside him, starting from deep within his stomach, just below his belly button. He doesn't recognize it as pleasure until he lets out a whimper.
Sakura shifts behind him. She lets out a low laugh, sultry and entirely unprofessional. "Feels good, doesn't it?" Her movements become deeper, more frequent. She's swirling her finger there, pressing in deep. Touching him in places even he himself hasn't dared to go.
He mewls again, and this time, his cock twitches involuntarily. When did I get hard?
"Seems like you are enjoying yourself, then," Sakura says.
What on earth is she doing? This was supposed to be a—
And then he feels her pressing her legs and hips flush against his backside, thrusting his whole body forward against the exam table. He can't help the abject moan that escapes him, pathetic and high-pitched. And terribly loud.
"Sakura—hnnnnn—wasn't this supposed to be—"
"The exam ended a few minutes ago. Would you like me to stop?"
No. Never. Never stop. But he can't make any sounds other than whimpers and delighted moans as she thrusts her finger in and out of him, pressing against his firm prostate with tender neediness.
She leans down over his bare back, the exam gown spread wide, pushes aside his thick, black hair, and whispers into his ear, "I told you that you had nothing to worry about."
Sasuke melts into the pleasure, newfound and blossoming and trembling with pleasure.
Sakura unbuttons and removes her scrubs, letting her pants slide down around her ankles. She slides one selfish finger between herself and feels the slick wetness there. Oh, how she wishes Sasuke could feel this too, but, no. He's felt it before and he'll feel it again. This is about something entirely different.
Her finger finds her clit and circles there. Her hands are moving in tandem now, one inside Sasuke and another drawing pleasure out of herself, swirling and pulsing inside her like ribbons of green light.
Sasuke's breathing hard now, face pushed against the exam table. The moans seem to come softly from his throat. Reminds me of how his voice sounds in the morning. Relaxed, sexy and sultry, open just for me.
Sakura slides another finger against herself, rubbing harder. Her ass clenches and she pushes her body against Sasuke again. He yelps so desperately it sounds like a cry, and she leans over him and presses her slick fingers to his face.
"See, Sasuke. This is what you make me."
He whimpers again, face obscured by silky black hair, and Sakura grabs a handful of his hair and begins massaging his princess button harder . . . harder . . . faster until he's trembling, knees giving out, held onto the exam table only by the pressure of Sakura's bare thighs against his.
"Fuck, babe, you're so warm," she whispers in his ear. "I bet this is what it feels like when you're inside me." But he's too enrapt to say much of anything—his face is torn in a mask of pain and pleasure, and it's not until Sakura takes her fingers and wraps them around his neck that his prostate suddenly swells against her fingers.
"Oh Sakura, oh it feels so good, I—" And then he's gone and Sakura's using her other hand to pleasure herself again, flicking her clit until fireworks shoot through her. Sasuke roils through the pleasure, nearly crying out as ropes of cum drench the exam table paper.
She doesn't give him a moment to rest. She flips him around, tears streaming down his face. "Oh fuck, Sakura, I—"
But then she's using her monster strength to hoist him up on the exam table, already mounting him. He slides right in, and Sakura's body shivers with pleasure. "Hmmmm, that's right. You did that, babe. So wet, just from two fingers inside your tight little ass."
Sasuke's eyes roll into the back of his head as Sakura moves up and down on him. She grasps his wrist and presses his fingers against her clit. "You know what to do, baby. We did something like this just last night."
His fingers move defly against her, and she cradles his head as she grinds against him.
"Tell me how it felt, huh? How did your first exam go?"
But Sasuke can barely speak. He merely reaches up to kiss her neck as his fingers curl and twist against her in an exhilerating rhythm. So close, I'm so close.
"Aww, too bad. Speechless, huh? I'll bet you'll go off and tell all your boyfriends how—"
And then Sakura's coming, shivering, clenching on his dick and all she can think about is how warm he was, how open he was, how hard he was when he came. Her thighs clench, sending pleasure rippling up her body like warm spring rain, and Sasuke yelps, but this only manages to send more heat coursing through her body, lighting her nerves on fire.
And finally, she collapses forward onto him, spent. He's trembling beneath her, small, adorable noises coming from his throat.
She pushes her hair out of the way and nips Sasuke's neck. She pulls out, which elicits another moan from Sasuke. She brushes her fingers through her hair, pulls on her pants, and writes a few notes on her clipboard. She takes the top two pages off the clipboard and hands them to Sasuke, who's still sprawled out on the exam table, gown rumpled up around him, flushed and soaked with cum, completely spent.
"Well, here are your discharge papers."