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The following day, Sasuke came home (on time, which was rare for him in his current day), opening his own door with his own key that was plucked naturally and instinctively from his own pocket of his own pants which were ordered from a shop in China and send to his own doorstep, which was paid for with his own money. Now, having owned all of these things, he began to unravel his caution. Well, Sasuke never really dropped his guard but for brief gradual moments away from the evils of big business, he allowed his eyes to drift away from his exact momentary mission-which was never at all difficult for someone like him.

The only thing different on this given day was that when he turned the key, coddled by the keyhole in the door, then pulled the hinge that would open the door he was not greeted by the average bland and quite miserable setting of the Uchiha household. Rather, his home was alive- "buzzing" even with the vivacious entities of another man. One who was foreign in his styles and repulsive in his mannerisms.

He found his wife and several of his best maids surrounding this disgusting figure, all clad in the same fashion ratio of track shorts to track jackets. A bit generous to the eyes for his taste, and by this far in the story I'm sure his character is developed enough to personify exactly what his "taste" is.

They all seemed to stop for a moment to acknowledge his entrance, then returned to laughing haughtily over Rip Dansei's repetitive and unsavory behaviors. Hinata alone stood up, holding her hands together in what appeared to be excitement, to greet her husband. He raised a brow critically as she pranced in his direction wearing only running shorts and a tank which barely covered her navel. Her entire body was covered in the thinnest film of sweat and her long, voluminous hair which was rarely ever bound was tied behind her head by a minuscule hair band.

"Sasuke, you're home." She smiled, a slight pants to her voice. "Rip and I were doing our work out and I thought it would be a nice treat for the girls if they got to work with him as well." She smiled coyly as if he were just supposed to accept that.

"Is your hair in a pony-tail?" He deflected her statement with an obvious question to reflect his true and utter disgust, he dared to gently tug the end of her pony-tail which was a bit below her shoulders before he drew his hand away, reluctantly rolling a thin layer of grease between his fingers. "And you're sweating." I whispered awkwardly. "I don't like it when you sweat, Hinata."

She frowned, touching her own hair to either prove or disprove his allegations. "I apologize, I should try harder to look presentable for you."

He was unsure whether or not she was sarcastic. It didn't keep his interest anyways, his eyes were now locked on the strange man who was currently flirting with thirteen of his female house-keepers. And for a moment, just for a brief moment, he swore he locked eyes with him, challenging him even. But challenging what? His patience? His dominance? His nerve? Either way, he didn't like it. He didn't want any other man that didn't work for him feeling confident in his home, around his wife and children and maids and other things that he subsequently considered as property that he had earned through hardwork and reputation. Why present himself as any weaker than he really is in order to appease this foreigner's interests? He would walk about as if he weren't here, just to satisfy his wife-or more her expectations.

"I'm going to retire to the bedroom." He spoke in a low voice which was still audible from where Rip sat. He glanced at the pair for a moment, one the was undeniably perceived above the muses of the quantity of beautiful young women who surrounded him. "You can join me whenever you feel fit." He said after he received the response he desired.

Hinata narrowed her vision. It was almost disappointing that this behavior was so thin and suspicious to her. Then again, in marriage most things are revealed. "Are you sure, my dear?" She questioned concerned, gripping each side of his suit jacket.

"It's fine." He replied, using her grip to pull her closer into a quick, short-lived kiss. "I'll call for you if I ever get lonely." With that he walked away, journeying up the stairs like nothing mattered to him. She couldn't help but stare and watch as he walked away, so easily.

Rip could clearly sense her disappointment as she looked like a lost and betrayed dog left by it's owner on the side of a highway. "Ladies!" He clapped energetically. "We should all shower now! It's very important to cleanse after a good work out, you know! It's essential to maintain a healthy disposition! Now I expect that you all have your own individual showers?" He asked, expecting nothing less from Sasuke Uchiha. He even kept the best servants.

"Oh yes, they're very nice." One of the younger ones chimed happily. "Perhaps you could join me?" She hinted flirtatiously and laughed as did the other young women.

"Let's save that for another time, shall we?" He responded with the same humor, quickly shooing the girls up the stairs. They all ran up like children, laughing and poking each other with gossip and chatter.

As soon as the room was barren and hollow except for the solid measures of mass that existed as himself and the woman before him, he seemed to turn onto a serious sense. "Hinata, you seem upset. Is there a problem? Have I disturbed you at all?" He prodded, Hinata shook her head immediately with a complimentary smile.

"Not at all, in fact, thank you for...your time." She nodded graciously. She often considered others over herself and only herself during certain random bursts of confidence. But this wasn't one of those situations, here and now she only desired to be laying alone in her bed next to the outline of her husband's form as he lingered in his office. It was a dreary existence but atleast she knew she was in his favors, wherein she felt secure.

She felt his presence shadowing over her back, his space consumed the air behind her. She only turned slightly, her neck colliding with the heat radiating from his masculine hand as it grasped her should firmly as the other hand followed suit. Her breath was steady, just barely and she seemed to be calm although the situation, she could sense, was growing much deeper than that.

"Hinata, please don't let him see you like this." Her brow raised in scrutiny of his advice. "This behavior leads to controlling relationships such as this one."

"Is it all that obvious?" She asked as if it were a statement, somewhat sarcastically and somewhat drenched in shame.

"Well, obvious is one thing. We did have television and newspapers in my town." That was when her heart stopped. He knew. Of course, portions of their affairs had gone public especially after they were sighted at a nightclub then once again after they were subjected to marriage counciling. However, the media seemed to exaggerate the situation in their favor. As far as the village knew, there was no affair at all, it was merely a misunderstanding. There were no marital problems, no controlling situations, no abuse. It was all so ...glamorous. "You don't have to feel ashamed, it was none of your fault. A guy like Sasuke, want what they want when they want it and don't care who they have to harm in the process to get it. You're far too delicate for that, you just fell victim." She was shocked as he rambled on in his sense of righteousness and confidence.

"And you know all of this exactly?" She measured. "Sasuke and I simply fell into a rut. We got out of it and moved on, the results of which are out sons." She stated, escaping his sweet touch.

"And, what does that prove?" He chuckled in arrogance.

She blushed slightly, shaking her head in repentance for it. "You simply don't have ...err relations with someone you don't love." She said, feeling accomplished.

"Don't we?" He laughed once again which only angered Hinata slightly. "I mean, come on. Really? That guy is like a stone box."

"I love that stone box." She responded without urge to replace her words. She immediately blushed after but it was worth it.

"See, it's that capability to love even someone like that - soulless, selfish, unattractive (his words may have been persuaded slightly by bias) and jagged man," He whispered roughly to the back of her head. "that makes me find you so damn attractive."

Hinata basically jumped out of her skin, turning around and covering her mouth as if his statement was just foul. It was foul, it was wrong and evil and deceitful and sinful and common and average and unsurprising in it's nature. This type of thing, she'd had enough of long ago. This type of this threatened her marriage more than anything before. Rich people, they have no worries, they have everything they'll ever need. The only thing that could possibly tear their blind relationship apart is the above average not-just-everyday deceit.

"Please don't say that." She whispered, sounding out of breath without need for exercise. "We're just to the point in our lives where ...where we're finally just getting used to each other...well without needing someone else to fill the gaps for us. I don't want this."

"Well, that's all fine." He just continued to grin that way. "I respect that, your faithfulness. I can't say I won't stop trying though. I was never one to give up easily." He shrugged, pulling his track jacket from the sock hook on the wall.

"It's not worth it, Rip. I'm...I'm so old. Surely you'll want a younger woman...men always do." She seemed to trail off in a depressive way.

"Honestly, when I read your story over in my home town, I saw your photo and thought you were -ya know- overrated, not as beautiful as you'd been perceived. Average. You know how the bulk of it goes with celebrities." He spoke as he made his way out, Hinata's eyes never left his. "I also assumed your personality was thin, narrow and undesirable overall. You're pampered, you're literally a princess. But when I met you in person, I later realized that...that there were so many dimensions to you other than your press face. You're thoughtful and nurturing as well as stunningly beautiful. I figured, now that you're in my grasp, you could love that ass upstairs, why shouldn't I have the same chance?"

Those were his final words as he exited via the door, leaving Hinata in a sight changing haze that drove her to near insanity. Only after a few moments did she compose herself then choose to leave the room lest she look exposed in front of the house keepers.

To her surprise, Hinata found her husband exactly where he said he would be. His bedroom, and he wasn't up to no-good as she had assumed as well. He was reading; not stock reports, not business estimates, not tax filings. He was reading a book, just a book, a fairly large book but it was still a simple book.

Hinata smiled sweetly after entering with her back turned to him. He peered over his book for a moment, mentally cackling at the fact that she came back. "So I assume you had a lovely conversation with Mr. Dansei." Sasuke mocked in a serious tone.

"Well I wouldn't say lovely." she responded with a pleasant sigh.

"Anything you care to talk about." His suspicious, less immature side seemed to peak through. He didn't put anything past that so-called trainer.

"Nothing at all." She smiled to him and began peeling the sweaty clothes from her body as she observed herself in the mirror, mentally displeased by her generally aged and withering reflection but not showing it as much.

There, at that moment, his wife who was covered in dried, visible sweat with her hair bundled on top of her head and her entire body exposed to the skin, was she the most beautiful to him. She turned around, spotting the admiration in his gaze and blushed. Over 10 years of marriage and she still blushed in front of him. "Sasuke." she cooed meekly, holding her burning cheek.

He peered down at his pants which had inadvertently exposed his unit, excited in it's secretive form. He, himself, almost felt embarrassment. Almost. "Perhaps we truly are getting old. I'm even losing my control over this." He placed his book down to openly grab his stiff member and gently shake it for emphasis, which Hinata found to be very middle-school-esque of him but still amusing. "Tell me, my wife, what's next to go?" He asked over dramatically with an exaggerated flip of his long ebony hair.

"Would you like me to help you with that?" Hinata blushed, drawing her eyes away from his enlarged body part so not to show her unlady-like thoughts.

"Absolutely." He said, sitting up and practically throwing his book over the edge of the bed. "I was only pretending to read anyway." Hinata smiled, speed-walking over to the bed where he sat. Her nude feet shuffled against the floor which caused her to laugh, it reminded her of her delicate childhood-before the hell-like part.

She sat on the bed and he pulled her weight so that she sat on top of his crossed legs. He kissed her deeply, the kiss that seemed to have a diet of both passion instinct-constantly demanding for more which he supplied. Their tongues slid over the other's, applying pressure and exchanging animalistic desire.

"I can't believe we didn't have sex like this earlier." Sasuke interjected between a heated and rushed kisses to Hinata's flushed cheek.

"Well...the situation was different then." Hinata sighed thoughtfully as her body composition was raptured away by Sasuke's tongue.

"I don't even remember sex before rough sex." He muttered. There was always a behavioral pattern with Sasuke and any woman would agree. He becomes - the average man - during sex. Not to say that his performance was average, his performance was above average...simply freakish, nearly painful. To say, it was so far above average that it didn't actually humanly make sense. He was typical in a sense that his mental self returned to that of a 14 year old boy, the same way the minds of other men did. He would make dirty jokes and comparisons that weren't quite so funny as much as they were disgusting and disturbing.

At this Hinata merely sighed, he missed the point of her statement. "Well...I wouldn't call it that." she whispered passively. She didn't want to take this moment from him anyhow.

"Well technically it's not rough sex until you've done anal." He grunted right before a very stressed and hard groan from the pressure of his wife's thigh against his.

Hinata blushed furiously. She had no mind to respond to that. It's not that she was above it, she was simply embarrassed by the comment itself.

"Oh my God!" Sasuke shouted deeply, his voice seeming to scrape the bottom of his throat in it's severity. Even in their current position, it seemed a little over-kill. She mimicked his excitement by sighing in a somewhat sense of ecstacy. It was only when she realized that his rapid movement ceased that she opened her eyes to glance at his expression. For that half of a portion of a second, it was in sheer shock and seriousness.

"The door is open." He nearly shouted then again, "Hinata, the door is open." he cried jumping up and throwing Hinata's body off the bed unintentionally, then running over to the door of their large colonial furnished bedroom and shutting the door. In the doorway were the awaiting and judging eyes of their two young sons. Kyo simply stared, the essence of pain was evident in his deep frown and stark eyes. The younger Sasuke merely stood there with a serious, yet unwaveringly negligent as if he'd seen this many times before.

The door slammed shut and Sasuke placed his palm over his face, which was flaring red and Hinata was sure it wasn't his blush finally showing. He breathed for a moment before opening the door again, this time only exposing his head and not the full package. "Go to bed! Now!" He yelled at his highest ability in all seriousness. Hinata stood completely still.

She was terrified by Sasuke whenever he just spoke to her in a serious way, here he was shouting the loudest he possibly could at his two young children, a shout they'd never once heard before. Their hair had to be frightened white for that.

As he slammed the door again, the sound of his children's sandal clad feet could be heard scurrying to each of their individual bedrooms. Sasuke slapped his face, shaking his head in remorse for his own stupidity.

"I can't believe I didn't close the door." He groaned as he slowly walked over to the bed and sat in that 'serious thinking about my life' slouch.

Hinata felt guilty, since she was the one who'd left the door open in the first place. What advice could she offer him though? Well, what advice would he accept from her? He thought he was smarter than her inevitably so her attempts were futile.

"Well...Sasuke..it's a very common ... a very common thing...for children to see their parents..." She suggested modestly.

"I know that." He sighed as of it meant nothing to him, laying back down on his back. "Now come on, he doesn't like to go down unless he gets what he wants."

"What are you talking about?" Hinata queried fearfully.

"I'm talking about my dick, Hinata." It just made her blush for that he said that word, since she'd never heard it come from his mouth before. He was always too mature, too official to ever mutter that word. Even with his temporary theory of mind detachment, he'd never openly said it. It was always something childish, something he was above but perhaps she was making too much out of a single utterance. It didn't really matter in the end, did it?

"Don't stare." He frowned, she shook her head after realizing that her eyes had been transfixed on his "dick" for several seconds. "Come on, you started this." The snapped, pointing with his index finger to his erect penis.

Hinata sighed reluctantly as she positioned herself on top of him, the entrance was uncomfortable as it always was. With someone of his stature, you never really get used to the entrance.

"You know, normally I like to be on top, but tonight I'm looking for more gratification, less work." he rambled as his lower-energy thrusts synced with her movement.

Now somewhere during the course of this sequence, Sasuke grew bored of the habitually modest rhythm of his wife. Eventually it became less of them having sex and more of him having sex with him since he grasped her bottom possessively as his hips jerked up and down which caused the constant sound that drove Hinata crazy to no end.

Her eyes rolled over to face the insides of her skull as her heart twisted in the wrenching spirit of pure lust. It was only a matter of minutes, which seemed like moments to Hinata, that he had her crashing down to every level of rapturous delight.

"Come on, we're done already?" I huffed, annoyed by her low tolerance to any sensation in general.

She blushed deeper and deeper by the moment. "Well I-" as soon as she spoke there came a rapping at the door, a rapping of which did not originate from a sorrowful raven but by a raven-haired young boy.

"Mommie?" His meek voice carried through the oak-crafted door. Sasuke glared at Hinata, shaking his head in request of her not to respond.

"Yes, dear?" she answered. Sasuke mentally slapped himself, she was so soft.

"Can I come sleep with you? Sasuke told me a scary story." His weak little voice struck every nerve that composed her heart and soul. She slowly got out of bed, being sure to robe herself. Sasuke, though somewhat forced by morality, did the same.

"I bet he did." She responded, knowing how Sasuke took after his father. She opened the door, showing the small boy in. He carried with him a stuffed dinosaur which he'd had since he was born and his thumb lodged in his mouth. Sometimes it seemed like it was permanently there.

She picked him up and carried him to the bed, placing him neatly in the middle. Sasuke continued to glare at Hinata for much long after their son was tucked in and far under the line of sleep.

"Why?" He whispered harshly through the thickness of the dark much after he was sure Kyo was asleep.

"I didn't want him to be scared." she responded. Sasuke was just stopped by the fact that she answered.

"And now we care? We've been letting baby-sitters do our jobs as parents thus far, why change that? That's what we pay them for." He hissed.

"Sasuke, you shouldn't be so insensitive." She replied patiently.

"Don't feel compelled to self-righteousness as a result of what that low-brow gym chimp told you." He sneered. She wasn't aware that he'd heard that. She thought they were whispering.

"What are you talking about?" She asked as if she didn't know, as if she were ignorant. It was the very first lie she'd ever intentionally told him in all their marriage, the first lie of which was based on her salvation and not his pride.

Her first lie.

To be continued...

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