Summary-Hinata buys a prostitute. Naruhina. Au. Rated M.

Night Lover

Hinata hated working late. She absolutely despised it and, no, it had nothing to do with the fact that she was smelled like bread, her hands throbbed from burns and her hair was a complete mess.

She adored her job and all of the baking, the decorating and the clients' pleased smiles at the ending of each day. She wouldn't exchange it for the world. The only thing that would make her love being a baker that much more would be getting off earlier. Nights just wasn't safe anymore.

Just last week, she read a headline in her local news of a 'young woman kidnapped and killed at the dead of night.' It was frightening to think that she might be the next victim. She walked home alone all the time!

Like right now, her eyes nervously flickered around each and every suspicious looking shadow as she walked through the eerily silent neighborhoods. Huddling deeper into her sweater, she felt some comfort knowing her feminine figure was disguised underneath such a large piece of clothing. It worked wonders in warding off unwanted attention; no more catcalls, no more strange men pulling up to offer her a 'friendly ride,' and, best of all, no more creepy stalkers. But would it ward off a murder?

As she turned a sharp corner, she unexpectedly bumped into a hard figure, making her lose balance and fall on her rum.

Scared, her eyes snapped forward to see bare and blistered-filled feet. Looking higher, she saw worn-out black pants and a falling a part orange t-shirt, that made it very apparent by his slightly exposed chest that this person was in fact indeed a male. His tan neck and collar bone had oddly shaped dark bruises while his face and dark blond hair was filled with brown grim. This man looked terrible.

He suddenly squatted down to her level causing Hinata to immediately hide her face deeper into her hoody. The last thing she wanted was this man to realize she was a girl.

"Sorry," he apologized. His hand, that appeared in the corner of her vision, offered a hand to help her stand.

She wanted to cringe away from his touch. This man could be the killer on the news, a criminal on the run, or who knows what else. Shooting another weary glance at his clothes, she tried to reassure herself that he was just a homeless person offering some genuine help. Swallowing down some of her doubts, she gently took his hand. His calloused fingers wrapped around her own before pulling her upright.

"No, forgive me for not paying attention," she replied very lowly before slipping her hand away from his large warm one, "and thank you for your help."

"No problem."

Turning away, Hinata was about to continue her route home but the blond suddenly blocked her path with hands raised.

"Wait! Hold up a second, man," the blond told her, making her nervously comply.

Trying to keep her breathing under control, she noticed him dropping one of his hands while the other warily scratched the back of his head.

"Sorry for bugging you again. I just want to ask if you would like to, you know, buy me for the night?"

Her mouth dropped open. Her earlier assumption was wrong. This man was most definitely not a homeless person but a prostitute; a prostitute trying to sell himself to her, no less!

Snapping her mouth shut, she vigorously shook her head side to side. No. Most definitely not did she want to buy him for the night. The blond's hands clasped together as if about to say a prayer.

"Please, I'll do anything. You won't regret it," he pleaded.

"I'm n-not interested," she embarrassingly declined.

Before she could escape the scene, a third person walked out of the dark lit street toward the two of them.

"Now, now, look at what we have here, you finally found someone to take a interest in you," said the older man. He was bald, with a black coat slightly covering his bulging stomach. He smoked a cigarette and puffed out white clouds from his lips.

Hinata tensed, feeling much more terrified of this newcomer. Two against one. If things go south, the odds of her leaving unscathed weren't looking so good.

The blond paled. "No," he answered, "he isn't interested."

"Hm, well it looks like you need to work on you selling skills, kid," the bald man replied before turning to the frightened covered Hinata. "So how about it, sir? The whole night he's yours for just a measly fifty bucks?"

"Fifty bucks?" whispered the young male in low horror. (((FYI: yahoo answers told me 'home escorts' range from $100-$300 or sometimes higher. Naruto is being sold very low.)))

"Yes, fifty bucks," sternly repeated the smoker with a glare.

Her heart furiously pounded against her chest. This bald man must be the Hustler which meant he was the most dangerous of the two. Gulping saliva down her dry throat, she made sure to keep her distance from the men.

"Thanks for the tempting offer but I'd rather not," Hinata lowly declined and desperately hoped they didn't hear the fear in her voice. Quickly turning and walking away, she stopped when she heard a sudden pound and a painful groan. Wearily glancing back, she saw the blond laid on the floor with his arms clutching his stomach in obvious pain.

"Don't think you're off the hook that easily. You still owe me a lot of cash and you will start paying me back one way or another. You hear?" The man kicked the blond again. "I will wait all night if I have to."

Hinata shook in place, beyond horrified at the violent scene before her. Anxiously biting her lips, she knew she shouldn't get involved. She should walk away and act like she didn't see a thing but her good nature made her unable to move. Coming to a rash desicion, she fished out all the cash she had and warily walked back to the two men. The bald man rose a curious eyebrow at her return.

"What do you want?" He asked.

Hinata held out the cash to the man's surprised face. He got the money and counted it with a growing greedy grin taking up most of his lecherous face. $105.

"Well, what do you know? Decided you wanted him after all, eh?" He let out a giggle before frowning suspiciously at her. "Why?"

Her insides froze at his tone. He suspected her strange actions, didn't he? Well, there was no turning back now.

"I-I liked how he groaned," she lied, much too quickly and nervously.

Narrowing his eyes, he licked his lower lips. She tried not to waver under such intense stare but it proved futile. Her nerves were a jumbled regretful mess. Maybe she should run away? Would he follow her? Would he sent his prostitute to go after her?

The serious man suddenly broke the silence with a booming cackle. "Well, aren't you a kinky one? I like you. I really do. So you know what? Since I like you so much, I'll throw in a third night for free."

During his talk, the blond haired prostitute managed to get on his feet. He still held his injured stomach as the smoking Hustler threw an arm over his trembling shoulders.

"You hear that, boy? Told yah it's all in how you sell yourself," he sneered to the blond before pushing him toward Hinata. "When you're done with him, just throw him out during the mornings. He knows his way back. It's a pleasure doing business with you."

Hinata nodded before facing the tall blond next to her. She didn't notice before but he completely towered over her. Even with him slouching, the top of her head barely met the bottom of his chin.

"Yes. Uh, um, this way," she stutteringly directed as they hurriedly walked towards her home and away from the bald man. She realized, though, the injured blond was having trouble keeping up with her fast pace so she slowed down her strides. Their walk was silent as her mind raced in panic.

What had she done? She bought a prostitute! She, Hinata Hyuuga, made money transactions with a hustler to use a human being! What would her father say!? Her friends? Maybe she should tell the blond to leave? That this was just some huge misunderstanding?

She snuck a quick glance at his profile. He was thin, too skinny for his height, as he wearily staggered in his steps. The injury earlier must've been a lot worse than he let on if he walked like that. She couldn't just leave him out on the street in that condition... Especially if his boss saw him, he'd probably think he ran off and face a much darker fate.

She frowned in concern. If she couldn't do that than she has no other choice, she'd take him to her place and dress some wounds. And maybe give him a meal. after all, this injured man didn't seem as dangerous as his boss.

They made their way up three flights of stairs before walking down the hall way to the front of her door. Her hand shook as she grasped her key to unlock the knob and turned it open. She nervously gestured him in.

He entered and stood in the middle of the living room. His back tense and hands fisted on either of his sides.

She closed the door behind her and warily ran her hands against each other. It was a nervous habit she had picked up when she was young and had yet in breaking it.

"Well, I think we should talk," she began.

He abruptly turned around to face her. For the first time since they met, their eyes clashed. He had the most gorgeous set of eyes she'd ever seen. Aqua, the most perfect dark shade of blue; it reminded her of the dark sea calm right before a big storm. They determinately narrowed as he advanced toward her. Frightened, she quickly stepped away till her back hit the door.

"Wh-What are you doing?" She squeaked.

His large hands grasp her hood and dropped it down to expose her face. His eyes widened as his jaw went slack.

"You're a girl?"

Hinata nodded uncertainly. Would he attack her? Kill her? His face was too close to hers!

He let out a small relieved sigh. "Well, at least it makes things easier."

"Easie-" her voice got cut off as his lips meshed with hers. She was frozen with the way his lips moved roughly against her own, urging her own to respond to his expertly moving ones. A million indescribable things rushed through her.

This was her first kiss. This unknown stranger had taken something she would never be able to get back. Her memory would forever be engraved that her first was shared with a bought prostitute!

Pulling her bruised mouth away, she heavily gulped in air. "S-stop. What are you doing?" She exclaimed.

Ignoring her, he dragged his warm mouth down her throat to nibble on her suddenly sensitive feeling flesh. Each time his twirling tongue hit her heated skin, tiny shocks ran through her, making her shudder in surprised awe.

Living single and reserved all her life, Hinata had never experienced such powerful and intense emotions before and the onslaught of them now was fogging up her mind. They were so new and overwhelming that she couldn't focus on anything other than him; his tongue, his mouth, his body pressed against hers, and his everything.

Her body was heating up. Without thinking, she stretched her neck and offered him much more access to her skin. Her fingers clutched his messy blond locks when she felt something so new is slightly scared her. Her core was pulsing! Her heart was going much too fast and her body felt like a burning furnace.

The blond growled approvingly and, as if rewarding her, he moved his wet lips directly over her fluttering pulse. He gently bit down and sucked hard on the injured skin. She let out a pained groan.

"Mph," she threw a hand over her mouth to stop the obscene noises escaping her.

With him firmly pressing against her front and the wall at her back, she was perfectly sandwiched in place. His knee parted her legs and gave a deliciously hard grind into her thigh. This gave unexpected friction between his leg and her growing dampness.

She closed her eyes and heatedly whimpered.

Still sucking her neck, his large warm hands explored her clothed body, outlining her and making her melt under his fingertips. His hands eventually slipped underneath her sweater and adventured their way around her smooth skin. Pleasureful spikes ran up and down her spine as those caressing fingers lifted her sweater and shirt above her chest.

She gasped.

Fresh air hit her over-heated skin making her shiver. Her chest felt a strange growing ache. Her nipples, she realized, were hardening. When the two large hands finally cup her bra-covered breasts, her eyes fluttered open in amazed awe. His delicious squeezes made her body arch into him.

"You're making me so hard," he murmured lustfully against her collar bone. He grabbed a hand of hers and placed it over his covered erection. "Do you feel that? Do you see what you're doing to me?"

The reality of the situation hit her like being splashed by cold water.

"Stop!" She said with sudden strength and pushed him at arm-length's away with both hands on his shoulders. Her face flushed as her heart raced against her ears. "Stop this now."

"You want to take the lead?" His voice horse and half-lidded lusting eyes. Her loins stirred. That look alone made her feel the strange urge to hump.

She dryly gulped. "No. Most definitely not," she breathlessly began, "I-I'm sorry but I'm not going to use your s-services."

He blinked owlish at her. "But you paid for them."

"I paid for them so that man would stop hurting you. I don't want, I never planned, um, how do I say this? I'm not going to use you," she struggled out the words as she drew her hands away from his shoulders and pat down her clothes.

His brows furrow in confusion,"So why am I here?"

She clasped her hands together and gazed intently on the floor. "You're injured. I just wanted to heal you and maybe give you some food. If you want that is. You can leave, I won't stop you. I promise I won't tell the other man anything. I-"

"Okay."

She stopped and met his blue eyes. "Okay?" She parroted.

"Okay. I'll take your offer," He slowly agreed.

She nodded her head. Okay. He said ok. That meant he wanted her to heal him. She took in a deep sigh to settle her fluttering nerves. This is not the time to panic. She was a grown woman and will treat him as if he were any other one of her friends. Though, friends did not engage in kissing.

She blushed.

"Uh, follow me to the bathroom so we can take a better look at those wounds."

She made a point to ignore the tingling in her bruised lips just as much as she acted she didn't see the bulge in front of her guest's pants. As the two entered the tiny restroom, she closed the lid of the toilette and gestured the male to sit. Hinata opened the cabinet taking out bandages, cottons swabs and disinfecting bottle. She turned to him uncertainly.

"What's your name?" Hinata nervously forced a conversation in an attempt ease the tension in the room. She was never good in the socializing department but the quietness was becoming overbearing.

The blond tensed and snapped, "None of your business."

Her hands squeezed the bandages. Guilt spread through her. "Sorry, I shouldn't have asked," she quickly apologized, "C-Can you take your shirt off?"

He pouted like he realized he did something wrong. He nodded at her request and discarded his shirt. Hinata gasped at the bruises decorating over his body. There were so many and in so many different colors! He probably had broken bones and who knows what else.

"You might need to go to the hospital."

The male's eyes widen in horror. "No!" His loud shout made her jump in place, "I don't have the money, lady. I really can't."

She unsurely bit her lip and nodded in a attempt to calm him down. "Alright, no doctor. I'll try to do my best to heal you up here then."

His tensed shoulders slightly slacked in relief. Taking a deep sigh, she crossed her own arms and inspected him. He was so filthy. Putting ointment on like this would hardly help his injuries. She nervously met his eyes.

"Do you think you can take a shower?" She slowly asked.

"Eh?"

"A shower. You could use mine. I want your skin clean before I douse it with medicine." His eyes narrow with distrust. She could practically see him thinking the worse in her, like probably her trying to take advantage of him in the shower. She shuddered at the thought and quickly spoke out.

"I'll be outside the whole time! You'll wash yourself behind the shower curtains and I will only come back in to drop off clothes on the counter."

"Oh-Kay." He agreed but didn't seem fully convinced.

Giving a small nod, she got a new orange scrubby out with a green soap bar and placed it next to pink ones already hooked on the knobs. She turned on the shower to a warm temperature full aware of his hot gaze behind her back.

"Naruto."

She turned to face him in surprise. "Huh?"

"Naruto, that's my name," he said with his gaze looking down at the ground.

Hinata looked at him in shock for a solid minute before gently smiling. "That's a nice name. My name's Hinata."

"Hinata," he whispered in repeat before beaming.

Her heart raced when she saw those entranced lips of his curl upwards at its ends and show his pearly white teeth underneath. It was such a beautiful smile, a very genuine and breath taking one. It held such sincerity and warmth that Hinata was in awe. Shaking her head to snap out of it, she awkwardly headed to the door.

"Well, Naruto, The water's warm enough and you can use the orange scrubber there and the new soap bar. You can also use my shampoo. I'll be back in a bit to bring you a new batch of clothes to leave it on the counter. You can just jump in the shower now."

She rushed out of the room and closed the door with a click. She closed her eyes. That smile of his was really something else. It left her warm inside and undeniably happy.

She did the right thing, she realized. This man, Naruto, didn't feel dangerous to her anymore. It was strange but she felt like she could somehow trust him now. He doesn't look like the type of person to do anything intentionally bad. Her intuition was never wrong before so hopefully it wasn't wrong now.