First: This is a SasuHina fic. This means that it will be SasuHina no matter how you read it. If you thought it would end otherwise, you're wrong. I thought it was obvious from the beginning but I got a review complaining about this ending up SasuHina. Sorry, but this is a SasuHina fic. If you don't like, please don't read.
Second: This chapter and continuing chapters are set before the first chapter unless stated otherwise.
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Warnings: Mild Sexual Content, foul languages, OOC and unbeta. Read at your own risk.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto (If I did, I would resurrect Neji by any means necessary, any!).
His eyes followed the sway of her hips, noticing the soft curves around a perfectly round bottom and wonder how it would feel against his palms. His gaze lowered, taking in the long slender legs and images of them wrapped around his waist as he brings her to ecstasy left him visibly shaking for a moment. Did she not know what she was doing to him?
But how could she have known? Hinata did not walk with the purpose to seduce. She was no trained whore, consciously working her magic. Her walk was dignified; her back straight, her hips barely swaying. Was it her fault that he found such a simple task as walking sexy? As he continued to observe her he could feel the beginning of desires stirring in his loins and jerk his attention down to the map in his hands.
It has been too long since he last fucked a woman if the mere sight of her was enough to set him off. Once they reach an inn, he would rid himself of the problem and be back to normal. Based on the map, it would be another four days before they reach the nearest civilian town. Sasuke groaned, tempted to shred the map into a million pieces. It was going to be four long hellish days.
Hinata paced slowly back and forth, doing her best to ignore the man sitting several feet away as she try to gather her thoughts. What was his problem? Was he still angry with her? Furious perhaps? He must think her so wanton with the way she had melted into his embrace when all he wanted to do was stabled her clumsy feet. Hinata could feel the beginning of a blush creeping its way into her face at the memory. For the remainder of that day, he had avoided her like she was some kind of ghastly infectious disease. And she couldn't blame him. After the way she had behaved with him, she wouldn't be surprised if she had shocked him into finally releasing her.
But that couldn't be it? Could it?
At first she thought she had imagined it. That her confused mind was playing tricks with her. Hinata had no fantasies about her body. She was not what was considered socially attractive. Her skin was too pale, her hair unruly and her pupil-less eyes sent most kids running in fear. Her body was not slender enough, her hips a little too wide, her curves abundant and her breasts were too big for her frame. Many times she had cowered in mortification when Hanabi had taunt that she should cut down on sweets or else Naruto wouldn't be able to carry her when they marry.
Hinata could not begin to understand why he was watching her with a gaze so intensely hot, she felt it move across her body, felt it run through the long strands of her hair and dance across her bared nape. She didn't like the way his gaze would linger on her, making her feel as if she was naked, causing her body to feel hot and flushed. No one had watched her that way before and she didn't know what to make of it. Even Naruto didn't make her body respond in such confusing fashion.
Sasuke's eyes shifted toward the sky, took in the dark clouds that were fast gathering and frown. A thunderstorm was coming. "Hinata."
"Yes?" Hinata answered, her feet slowing down to a stop. When had they reached first names basis? It had come so naturally, even she couldn't recall. But she supposed she can't be respectfully calling him 'Sasuke-kun' while being his captive. Still, calling each other by their first names seemed so intimate…
"We need to find shelter. Use your Byakugan and find us a place to hide from the rain."
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"Shit," Sasuke grumbled beneath his breath as they rush into the abandoned shack, their clothes soaked with rainwater. The storm had started sooner than he expected and they were lucky that Hinata was able to spot this place. Not lucky enough to save their clothes from getting soaked though.
His eyes took in his surroundings, looking for anything that could be of use. The place was empty save for an old broken table and four broken chairs covered in spider web. It was thundering outside and water were leaking from tiny holes in the ceiling. The place was so broken up that they might as well have remained outside. Still, there were patches of area undisturbed by rain and it was better than braving the cold winds outside.
Hinata watched, fascinated as Sasuke withdrew Kusanagi and with a few quick slashes, cut the table and chairs into small blocks of wood. He piled a few blocks together, formed a few hand seals and breathed fire into them. Flames danced to life. Well, that was a great way to save electricity, she thought, smiling to herself.
"Warm yourself up before you catch a cold," he ordered.
Hinata didn't need him to tell her twice. Her clothes were soaked through and her hair was pestered to her back, dripping with water. Hinata was already shivering from the cold. She quickly went and sat down next to the fire, stretching her hands out toward the fire to warm them and shivered deliciously at the feel of warmth upon her skin. Reaching behind her, Hinata untie her hair and began to dry them by the fire.
Sasuke watched, fascinated, rooted on the spot. His eyes raked over her wet kimono, pestered to her like a second skin, showing every soft curve on her body. The black and pink silk clung to the curves of her hips and thighs and molded the swell of her breasts. Her body was simply stunning; curves in all the right places, all feminine, soft and smooth. Sasuke's physical response to her was immediate and pronounced. Hot blood surged into his loins, wiping out all thoughts except one.
He cursed, compelled his feet forward and sat himself opposite from her, taking careful measure to cover his uncomfortable ache and began going through his bag until he found what he was searching for. He took out a scroll, formed the necessary hand seal, pointed toward it and whispered the secret word. The scroll snap open, revealing some dried meat and several rice balls.
Hinata's eyes widen in surprise. She had never seen that before. She knew it was possible to sealed scrolls with weapons, she had seen Tenten done it countless of times. But she hadn't known it was possible to sealed scrolls with food as well. "That's very convenient," she said in awe. "Did you come up with the method yourself?"
"No," he answered automatically. "Ten-"
Sasuke frowned. "Yes. I did."
"Here," he hand her two rice balls and several pieces of dried meat. She didn't ask him anything but he saw the surprise in her eyes and knew she had caught his mistake.
"Thank you," Hinata smiled at him, turn from him and began eating. Etiquettes dictate that a lady shouldn't eat with her hands and since he didn't have any chopsticks, she didn't want to eat in front of him. She knew there was no need to mind her manners around him but old habits die hard.
Without a word to her, he began eating his portion as well. He was done within a few minutes and somehow his gaze found itself wandering back to her.
His gray eyes watched the graceful movements of her hand and the curve of her delicate fingers around her rice ball as she brought it to her mouth. His eyes darken as her plump pink lips open and her impossibly white teeth took small bites. His eyes lowered, taking in the sight of her creamy graceful neck as she swallowed and then the maddening process began again. Sasuke groaned and forced his gaze away.
Surprised by the sound, Hinata turn back toward him but he had already gotten up and walked away.
He turned away from her and circled the place, willing his overly enthusiastic cock to calm down. His eyes busied themselves by looking at anything else but her. He needed to find something to hang their clothes on so they could dry. His eyes searched until they land on the pillars of the house. Calculating that the place would hold without one of them, he unsheathed Kusanagi and turned one of the pillars into three pieces; two of similar shape and one thinner. He grabbed the two similar sizes ones and began to carve the tops into v-shape. When he was finished, he plunged the ends into the ground not too far from the fire. He grabbed the remaining rod and placed it between the v-shapes, successfully creating a drying rack.
As Hinata watched him work; every movement precise, not a single action wasted, she couldn't help but think that in times like these, it was impossible to forget how dangerous Uchiha Sasuke was. Basked in the firelight, his eyes slightly narrowed in concentration, his mouth set in a firm line, and his damp hair framing his handsome face; he was devastatingly gorgeous.
Hinata's eyes widen when he began striping, starting with his black haori. He slid it off his shoulders, shook the water out of it then placed it on the drying rack he created moments before. Without so much as a glance in her direction, he proceeded to slide his red hakamashita off.
Knowing that she should look away but unable to, her admiring gaze rake over his strong jaw and neck, his broad shoulders, his muscular chest, his taut torso and…
Hinata suddenly felt overly warm. Seeing him…so intimately…embarrassed her and that annoying tingling sensation in her body returned with full force. It felt dark, seductive, forbidden.
And then her hungry gaze raised…and connected with Sasuke's. Oh God, he had caught her looking unabashedly at him! She blushed beet red and all thoughts flew straight out of her head.
"Seen anything you like?" he asked, his eyes gleaming with mischief.
Hinata blinked, shaking her head hurriedly.
Sasuke smiled and holding her gaze, his hands slowly untie the straps of his dark umanori.
Hinata gape, shocked. He wouldn't! But he showed no sign of stopping as the straps came undone and before his umanori could fall to his feet, Hinata quickly turn her head away. Despite the chill in the air, her cheeks felt as if they were on fire.
Sasuke chuckled softly, picked up his umanori and swung it over the drying rack. "Take off your clothes."
Hinata choked. "Excuse me?"
"Are you hard of hearing, Hinata?" He asked incredulously. "I said to take off your clothes."
"You can't be serious?" she asked.
"I'm very serious. You can't stay in those wet clothes or you'll freeze to death. Take them off and dry them by the fire."
"No," still turned away from him, her arms lift instinctively to cross over her chest in a protective gesture.
"I'm not asking," Sasuke warned as he started toward her.
"And if I refuse?" Her voice quavered slightly, but her chin lifted stubbornly.
"Then I would have to rip that lovely kimono off you and you would still be naked in my arms within seconds. The only difference is that come morning you'll have nothing to wear."
Hinata gasped, her mouth opening in disbelief. "You wouldn't!" She turned around to face him then gave a loud shriek in surprised and her hands shot up to cover her eyes from the view. He was naked!
He laughed, his rich voice echoing throughout the small shack. By God, she was so amusing to tease; it was almost worth having a constant hard-on. Almost. He walked over to her in all his naked glory and stopped several inches in front of her. He grabbed both of her wrists and forced them away from her eyes. "Try me."
"Sasuke!" Hinata protest, squeezing both her eyes shut.
His hands grabbed her obi and tug, hard. The obi came undone and he began to unwrap the slash.
"No!" Hinata yelled, her eyes flew open and her hands dashed out to cover his.
He shrugged her hands off. "What's the matter, Hinata?" He asked. "Embarrassed? Don't be. As I told you before. I've seen everything." He pulled the slash away and tossed it aside.
Yes, but she had been unconscious and that had saved her some dignity. But now he was stripping her naked in front of him and there was no way-
Her hands shot up to grip his when his hands closed over the collars of her kimono and began to force it open.
"Hinata," Sasuke repeat, his tone low, cautioning.
Her grip tightened around his hands. "I-I do it myself," she finally forced out.
He shrugged, removed his hands and step back from her but made no move to give her any privacy.
"Please turn around," Hinata asked in a shaky voice, keeping her eyes focused entirely on his face, careful not to let it wander any lower than his neck.
One of his brows raised in a questioning gesture. Turn around? He had been dreaming of nothing else but her soft curves these last couple of days, there was no way he was going to deny himself this opportunity. "No."
Hinata gaped at him, utterly lost for words. He couldn't…couldn't mean to watch her undress, could he?
"The purpose of shedding our clothes is not merely to dry them but so that we can share body heat. Like it or not, I'll be seeing every inch of your lovely skin before the night is through."
No. No. No. It was not possible. He was playing a crude joke on her. This must be another form of torture his twisted mind had come up to torment her with. If so, it was working. This method of torture… she knew nothing about it and…was completely unprepared for it. "You can't mean that we have to…to…"
"I have no desire to freeze to death," he continued nonchalantly. "If that means having your body pressed tight against me then that's the way it's going to be."
Oh god. Hinata recoiled in horror. He was serious; completely and absolutely serious. "I-I-we-we…cannot…"
"What's the matter? It's only human flesh, nothing to stress about. Now, stop being a child and strip. Or do you require my help after all?" Sasuke asked, reaching for her again.
Hinata stumbled back, shocked beyond belief. Human flesh? Nothing to stress about? He was not only ordering her to strip naked while he watch but to sleep next to him afterward! If anyone were to know of this, her Hyuuga name would be damaged beyond repair. Hinata had done many things as a kunoichi. Sleeping naked next to a man wasn't one of them. What kind of woman did he think she was? A grown one! Her logical mind snapped back at her, irritated and cold, desperate for warmth. Oh God, she was even talking to herself now.
"Hinata," came his cold and indifferent voice. It cautioned that this was the last warning.
"Please turn around," Hinata begged.
"No." His voice was authoritative, finale.
Hinata bit her lips in dismay. What had she been expecting? That he'll suddenly be a gentleman and allow her a little decency? Of course not. This was Sasuke after all. How many times must she keep reminding herself that she was his captive? Fool. She was such a fool. Fine. If he wouldn't, she would. She turned angrily away from him until her front was out of his view.
Sasuke almost smile at her pathetic attempt to hide from him. He didn't mind. In fact, he knew her back was just as lovely as her front. He had already seen it after all.
With trembling hands, Hinata slid her kimono slowly off her shoulders, baring one shoulder at a time, aware as she did that Sasuke was watching her. Being watching unnerved her and her hands tighten painfully on the kimono, refusing to let the material drop to the ground.
"Get on with it," Sasuke instructed and Hinata's lips quiver with embarrassment and shame, her hands gripping until her knuckles turned white.
She was acting so scare, like a rabbit trapped in a wolf's paws that he was almost tempted to tell her to forget it. If not for the freezing cold he would have. Alas the weather was not on her side.
Her body was shaking as she finally released the kimono and it dropped to her feet. She felt him move toward her and stiffen when his arms circled her waist.
"Hinata," Sasuke breathed her name raggedly. "The bandages need to go as well."
"No," she begged softly on the verge of tears. "I can't."
"It's okay," he said hoarsely, his breaths hot against her neck. "Let me."
He was careful to put some distance between her lovely buttocks and his rock-hard cock, afraid that if he give into his longing and rub up against her, she would freak the moment she felt him.
She felt Sasuke moved closer, felt his fingers grab the end of the bandages, felt the bandages come undone, felt him unwrap the bandages and toss it aside and still she was rooted to the spot, so spellbinding was his effect upon her. She trembled involuntary as sparks of heat explode throughout her body pushing aside all thoughts of embarrassment and fear when his hands trail seductively across her flat stomach and breasts.
The only sound in the room was their ragged breathing as Sasuke teased her.
When his hands closed over her shoulders to turn her to him, a great shiver ran through her at the simple touch. Hinata struggled, putting up as much fight as possible. But she knew it to be worthless, she was trapped. He was too close, too male, too damnably, overpoweringly strong. She could only squeeze her eyes tight together, a desperate attempt to salvage as much of her pride as possible.
Sasuke watched her, mesmerized. She was absolutely beautiful. Even more beautiful than he remember. If possible, he would like to keep her naked forever. He ached to take her lovely breasts within his hands, to taste the creamy softness of her breasts with his lips, to hold each bud in his mouth, to caress it with his tongue and teeth. He wanted to spread her thighs and explore her secret paradise with his fingers until she begs him never to stop.
Hinata felt his dark gaze on her, felt it slide down from her shoulders to her breasts, eventually to her legs and lingered for so long that her hands move reflectively to cover them and her eyes open to stare into his.
He saw fear and…anticipation? He watched the innocent light in her eyes darken and it gave him more pleasure than it should. He was glad that she was insistent in her aim to not drop her gaze lower than his jaw, for if she did, the sight of his raging cock would drove away all forms of excitement from her innocent eyes.
"You are unlike any woman I have ever met." His gaze drifted down and he ran his fingers across the swell of her breasts, tracing soft lingering circles over the area of her wound. "Who are you, Hyuuga Hinata? And why do you have this strange effect on me?"
Hinata didn't answer him. Couldn't answer him. She was too busy battling her own bewildering reactions to be aware of his question. What was wrong with her? If he learned of her ridiculous susceptibility to him; he'd use the knowledge to ruthlessly shame and humiliate her. Before she fall victim to these unknown feelings, before these insane, dangerous feelings could take over her, she must put a stop to it.
Sasuke moved closer, careful to keep their lower halves separate, he lowered his head. "Shall we pretend?" He asked against her neck, his hot breaths sending chills of longing down her spine. "Let's forget that we are enemies. Let's pretend for a moment that I find you attractive."
His fingers trailed down her arms. "Let's pretend that I want you," he said, then swallowed hard. "That the mere sight of you makes my body trembles with needs. And that every time you are near me, your scent, your voice, seeps into my mind until I can think of nothing else but you."
Feeling flushed, she looked down at her hands with a start, realizing she had moved them and that they were now touching his chest. She blushed, embarrassed by her bold move but before she could yank them away he covered her hands with his. Trapping her hands beneath his, he slowly guided her hands across his chest, caressing, molding, schooling her in the art.
Hinata breath hitched at the explosion of heat thrumming through her as her hands continued their exploration of his body. She had never touch a man like this before. He was so hard and warm. "Sasuke?"
"Let's pretend that in this moment I'm not disgusted by your touch. That I would perish if you stop touching."
Hinata moaned when his lips nuzzled her neck and sway toward him, oblivious to the world but the touch of his lips as he plant hot lingering kisses from her jaw down to the base of her neck.
"Would you let me take you, Hinata?" His tongue lapped gently at her skin and his teeth softly nibble her creamy neck. "For just one night, let's pretend that I'm not Uchiha Sasuke and you're not Hyuuga Hinata. Forget Naruto. Forget Konoha. Forget the Hyuuga clan."
He felt her stiffened and just like that, the spell was broken. When she moved out of his arms, he let her.
When her gaze finally lift to meet his, her beautiful eyes filled with shimmering pools of clear crystal, threatening to spill into tears, Sasuke felt his own need slowly diminishing. She wanted him; he could see it in her eyes. But he could also see guilt, shame, and confusion. She was as confused in her desires as he was in his. The only difference was that he should have known better. Should have known that one night was never going to be enough. Should have known that she was not someone who would willing betray her village for a moment's pleasure in his arms. If she gave herself to him, she would be asking for his soul in return and Sasuke knew that was impossible. He didn't have one to give. He had long ago traded it for revenge. Was he willing to give up his revenge for the pleasures of her body?
No. Never.
He turned from her, pick up her kimono from the ground, grab his haori from the drying rack, and replace it with her kimono. He spread his haori upon the ground and pointed toward it. "Get on it and go to sleep," he ordered.
On shaky legs, Hinata walked over, settled down and lie on her side, away from him, her body and mind a bundle of confused mess. Her body turned rigid when she felt him settled next to her.
His arms circled her waist and despite her determination to the contrary, her breath hitched dangerously as he pulled her flush against him. Pressed against him like this, she can feel every part of him, every inch of him like a second skin. She could even feel his warm breath tickling her sensitive skin, raising goose bumps along her arms. Unease by his close proximity, she shifted awkwardly.
"Don't move," he commanded in a low husky voice, his traitorous cock stirring to life.
Hinata froze, her body completely still.
He was warm, so incredibly warm that Hinata began to think he was right after all. With her front facing the flames and his heat against her back, she could feel warmth radiating throughout her body. This was a great way to share heat. His body was hot, so unbelievably hot that it made the freezing cold seemed like nothing.
Content, she settled down to sleep. But she soon found it impossible. It was all she could do to stay as still as possible; more afraid that any slight movement would cause her breasts to brush against his arms than of his anger. Soon, keeping still became impossible and Hinata shift uncomfortably.
"Oh God, stop moving, Hinata," Sasuke moaned painfully, his grip tightening forcefully around her, preventing any further movement on her part.
Surprised by the barely masked pain in his voice she twisted toward him. "You are in pain?!"
"I'm not in pain, you innocent fool," he growled against her. Well, he was. But not from whatever was in her head. "This is not going to work," he confessed. He untangled his arms from around her and flipped to his side, hiding his harden cock from her view.
"Why?" Hinata blunt out before she could stop herself and recoiled with mortification. Why had she said that? She shouldn't have let him know that she was actually beginning to enjoy his warmth. She should be happy to be away from him!
"Put your arms around me," he ordered.
"No." Her protest was quick, automatic. It was one thing to allow him to put his arms around her but it was another to put hers around him. Somehow, that would signify willingness and it was a betrayal she didn't think her mind could sustain. Not tonight. And not ever again if she could help it.
Hinata took a sharp intake of breath in surprised when she felt him settled once more against her back and his lips nuzzled her neck.
"Do you know what this is, Hinata?" He asked, pressing his stiff cock against the curve of her ass. Eyes widen to the sizes of saucers, Hinata nodded weakly.
Of course she knew what it was! She just never felt one pressed so intimately against her before. She had been exposed to many when she trained as a medic but she had always averted her eyes and the few times she had been daring enough to peek, they always look soft and uninteresting. She didn't know it could feel so incredibly hot and hard.
Sasuke rubbed his cock against the crack of her ass and smiled when Hinata gave a little yelp of surprise and try to jerk out of his hold. His hands gripped her hips and pulled her back against him. "You are not such an innocent that you would have no idea what a man does to a woman in this condition."
Hinata could only nod silently, speechless.
"So unless you want to be flat on your back with me buried deep inside of you, you better listen to me and put your damn arms around me instead. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
Hinata was too shock to do anything, even nodding seem impossible.
Sasuke sighed impatiently, turned away from her, grabbed one of her arm and hurl it across his waist, settling her palm flat against his hard chest. Any lower and her hand would brush against his cock and Sasuke fear he would break if faced with that kind of temptation. "It's a natural reaction," he explained, hoping she was naive enough to accept the pathetic explanation. "Just keep your arm around me and do not think about anything. Go to sleep, Hinata."
Hinata nodded weakly, accepting his words. Not accepting them would mean implications she was not yet ready to deal with. But sleep? Sleep was not possible.
Sasuke woke to a throbbing erection, the head of his cock wet with pre-cum against the curve of Hinata's buttocks. They must have changed position sometime during the night and now he was pressed snugly against her lovely ass, his arms wrapped tightly around her. She shift a little in her sleep, causing his shaft to rub against the crack of her ass and he groan as the eager bastard twitched in respond.
He had heard that a woman can feel a great deal amount of pleasure from taking a hard cock in the particular hole that his was now pressed so enticingly against. He had even caught glances of it on cold lonely nights when his hands could no longer satisfy him and he gave in to visiting a whore house. But he had never felt the urge to try it. Until now. The sight of her lovely ass pressed so sensuously against him made him want to reach out, spread her soft checks and thrust into her. He wanted to sink his cock into her and fuck her hard and fast.
Perhaps, he should. Why was he fighting so hard against the notion anyway? All he would have to do was spread her lovely ass, wet her hole with his cum, thrust deep into her softness and take her from behind. If his penis entered her from this position, he wouldn't even have to look at her and see the horror reflected in her lovely eyes when he fuck her senseless. Or he could simply fuck her and be done with her before she even realized what had happened. Hell, he would even save her precious virginity for her beloved Naruto.
Hinata stir again and his hand shot out to grip her hip, intending to shake her awake. But it felt so damn good, pressed against her like this. It was a slow, tortuous kind of pleasure that had him rubbing hopelessly against her. Sasuke moaned, his cock begging for release. Yes, he would wake her…in just a few more minutes…
AN: Okay, originally, this chapter and the next chapter were one chapter but it somehow got out of hand and became impossibly long so I decided to split it up into two chapters. I really struggled with this chapter and its buddy chapter (chapter 5). I debated with myself rather I should even post this chapter up or scrap it altogether. The reason being, I felt this chapter and it's buddy chapter were too cliche. In the end, I decided to post it anyway since I went through the trouble of writing it. So, the reactions from this one will determine rather I post the next chapter or eliminate it. The good thing is that next chapter is pretty much written so it might not take that long to update. The bad side? If you hated this chapter, you'll hate the next one as well. Tough luck.
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****Yea, I know…the horrors of grammar…but since you have read this far, just braved on, okay? If anyone wants to be my beta, I'll greatly appreciate it though…
Haori: a traditional kimono jacket
Hakamashita: a kimono
Umanori: A hakama but with divided legs