It had been a bad idea to walk around those grounds so late at night.
When the older man had asked him to stay within his confinement, to stay and cause no suspicion about him what so ever, he should have listened. For all that he had seen in his life, his clan's murder, his older brother's death, the war, he wasn't prepared for this.
How could he be?
In a way, he had always known it would be her, but never had he imagined it this far to be able to see it. This was absurdly different from the earlier situation.
Sasuke looked at the older man, hoping he wouldn't notice his presence by the agape sliding door. He had only been trying to understand.. to simple recognise this place. The last he had seen it, it had been broken and shattered. The place crumbled to non-existence and yet, it was just here.
And at first glace, it had almost broken him because it looked like home.
He couldn't think about all that right now though, not in this situation, not with her here with legs spread apart for that man.
With her long pink hair spread beneath, oh when did she decide to grow it out? And her pale legs hanging in the air, lifting higher and lower; following his movements, following his tempo.
She wasn't fully naked though, neither of them were, and he was glad for that. This was just too much on its own. From what he could tell, she was wearing a sleepwear kimono, probably made of light cotton or maybe it was just a robe. In the low light of the room where the flash was only coming through the window on the left, he couldn't clearly see the colours. Maybe it was blood red or dark purple; it looked different with every thrust.
He could barely see the man. It was as if he was watching a captivating stage show, and she was the main feature.
He remembered a room similar to this from the olden days. Back then, they had used it as a meeting room. Now, the room held very little to no furniture. Just the carpet, the small bedside table in the corner and the futon where they were…
And she moaned.
Unlike her previous sounds of appreciation, this one was louder and longer and more familiar as a scream. He knew what had taken place. He also knew that by this time there was no way the older man had not spotted him, yet he made no gesture to stop.
He kept going, his face buried into her neck, almost near her breasts that were arching towards him. His hands bringing her clothes higher from her thighs and then suddenly, with one tear of cloth, her breasts were bouncing free.
He had never seen anything so erotic. Never seen anything like this, never seen her like this.
He wanted it.
The wooden floors were thumping to the beat and all of this was making something stir in him.
His should leave, go back and pretend it never happened. No one would question it. Even he wouldn't mention it, would he? He didn't know that man anymore; he was different.
He needed to give the two their marital privacy,the implication of those words almost made him choke the first time he heard it, and he needed to get away from that door.
In that second, as Sasuke was deciding his next step back, the older man's face turned towards him. Not fully, but enough to be noticed. Sasuke couldn't see him clearly in the dark but nothing could hide those eyes.
Two sharingans completely focused on him and he knew what they were saying.
Do you see this?
Can you see how she loves the way I fuck her?
Oh you pathetic thing, it's going to be a while before you can taste what I'm having.
Maybe he knew himself better than he thought.