~Put It On Shuffle~
~Track 01~ Hearts On Fire Tonight, Feel My Bones Ignite
Sasuke stared.
And stared some more.
His eyes were usually dull, uninterested and, for all intents and purposes, cold. But the sight before him warmed his lacklustre irises in amazement.
She was surrounded by many beauties as she danced, any of which any man would be lucky to bed, but it was her that intrigued him. He may have been over the limit by a few units, but he was more than in control of himself as he stalked over to her.
He had to have her. He need to know her. He wanted to steal her as his own. Find everything that made her moan and curl her toes. What was it that made her laugh and cry? Was she just as afraid of commitment as he was? Did her heart swell at the thought of being close to him in the same way as he craved her right now?
Tonight, he'd have his answers.
She neither objected nor obliged as he tugged on her arm, allowing his Jaeger-infested breath to warm her face as he motioned to the front entrance. As her eyelids drooped and her teeth caught her bottom lip, nothing fired him up more when he knew that she was going to follow him out of here.
The last sounds he heard in the club was the faint pulse of bass and the other beauties whistling and hooting at the retreating backs.
She loved his dominance, but it wasn't meant to be like this.
She knew she would succumb to his every action. Every trace his fingers made, every pierce his eyes held, every shiver his voice gave. It was all hers tonight. But she didn't want it.
Not like this.
He made her burn. Everywhere. In her eyes, on her skin, in the pit of her dead heart, at the core of her aching need, and no alcohol-infused desire held any influence, she knew. She silently begged that he would go back to his ice cold self for just one minute so that she could tell him that this wasn't how it was supposed to happen. Was it sadism or masochism that stopped her from voicing anything but desperate and hungry pants of pleasure? Where was her fail-safe that usually prevented this war inside her head?
She loved it though.
She was holding back, he could tell.
He drove him crazy. He was angry at himself when he realised this was forced. He forced it because he needed it. She was accepting it because she didn't want to need it.
But, why?
He was determined, then, to drive her crazy too. To watch her writhe and contort. To watch her unfold in his palms. To watch her get high from whatever he was injected into her, whether it was denial or pain or pleasure, hate, lust, love, whatever. He would take back what he would most definitely give.
But he wanted his answer.
Taking a tight hold on her now matted pink locks, he bent down to her ear.
"Tell me, Haruno. Tell me now."
His voice was gruff and hot and something that shook her to the marrow in her bones. She squeezed her eyes shut at the raw feeling of agitation that shot through her as his fingers clenched tighter into her scalp.
"Why are you holding back?"
"I would never."
"Why are you lying?"
"I would never."
Fingernails on his skin, like the teeth of a shark. He was intoxicated by the lie.
Now he ached even more.
As did she.
He wanted to prove her wrong. But he wanted what he brought her here for.
She wanted him to prove her wrong. But she wanted to save her dignity.
They would go together or they wouldn't go down at all.
It was now or never. So she gave in. And he gave up.
Nothing felt better than the greed and selfishness of the inevitable pleasure that encased them. Narcissistic, yet perfect. Dishonest and so perfect.
The exasperated pants echoed off the walls as they turned to gather their clothing, neither of them daring to look the other in the eye. At the end of the day, he could tell her she's wrong, but she went to all of this trouble to accept whatever it was that he did to tear her down. She thought she was ready and he thought she could handle it. But they were both wrong. So they would leave it as it was.
Why ruin such a good thing?
But what now? The hunger was there. The passion was still twitching at their fingertips. The indescribable need was suffocating them when they knew that it would never be the same again.
He opened a window, lighting up a cig and drinking in the innocence of the occasional noise of traffic and voices. She wrinkled her nose at the habit he refused to quit. Would they be another habit he refused to quit?
The cool midnight air calmed them, sobered them up so they could finally hear the unanswered question that tugged on their heart strings,
Is this the end of us, or just a means to start again?
I do not own "A Love Like War" by All Time Low ft. Vic Fuentes.
Notes I promised myself I'd start a songfic. Each chapter is gonna be different and unrelated to the next. This I will continue for as long as I can. I take song requests via Private Message only for each chapter too, but I'm starting this one off :)
Dedicated to Kiho-chan.
