Warning: Hello~ This is a heavily M-Rated chapter with lot of dubious consent sex, and I'm planning to edit it every time I want to write more smut. Also, I am just in a mood for angst, but Dino San is still going to be lighthearted and cute, It's just this chapter that has some angsty sex! Thank you!
When she saw Sasuke's serious expression, she started to remember what transpired during the afternoon. She narrowed her eyes suspiciously at him, as she learned how he must have planned this all along.
(f)Earlier that afternoon, he urged her to leave Sayu to the nurses like the other mothers and get some much needed rest.
His dark brows knitted in concern. "Hinata, you must have a full night's sleep."
The head nurse tried to persuade her as well.
"Yes, Hinata san. If you pump out your breast milk in advance, we could feed Sayu with a bottle. You must get some rest. You'll suffer from fatigue."
At their insistence, she had no choice but to pump out her breast milk in advance. Sayu will definitely be hungry that night. She saw the head nurse coo at Sayu and Sasuke heading after them with the breast milk bottles in his hands.
Even though she tried to fight her sleepiness, she felt her eyelids growing heavy. Before she realized, she was fast asleep.
In her dream, she was in a white foggy space. She blinked her eyes and looked around.
From a few feet away, she saw a tall figure standing. The height and the breadth of the figure's shoulders hinted that he was a man. But the fog was keeping her from seeing who he could be.
She carefully approached the man. The tall stature of the man made her think of one person.
"Sasuke?"
But her face slowly changed as the man turned towards her.
When she saw his face, her eyes widened into a look of shock. Her lips quivered, "Na...Na-"
When she was about to say his name, she felt her cheek against soft cotton.
When she opened her eyes, she saw the darkened ceiling. Then she realized she was in the hospital.
'It's night…' The realization caused her to feel empty.
When she turned her head further, she saw the window. The sky was dark, and she saw her husband's tall, dark figure. His broad shoulders looked even more intimidating in the dark. He must have opened the window slightly to feel the soft cool night air. The breeze played with his dark hair that has grown to his shoulder length.
He was resting both of his hands on the window sill.
Hinata smiled. He must have been with her during her sleep. She called his name in her sweet voice, "Sasuke."
At her call, he turned and looked at her. He must have known that she has woken up, because he didn't look surprised or pleased. His face showed a blank expression, but Hinata's smile quickly dissipated at seeing his eyes. He looked like a wounded beast watching a harmless prey-tired but also burning with feelings that were hard for her to decipher. She was able to read the desire in his eyes, but it was much more complicated. The empty tree branches out of the window served as a melancholy backdrop. His face looked as still as the sky. Hinata's fingers gripped on the blanket as she saw the dimmed light in his eyes that always seemed bright and vivid.
'Did I accidentally say something in my sleep?' Hinata felt her heart growing cold.
She wondered if he was going to confront her. What was she going to say?
"Sasuke, I-"
His voice was matter-of-fact, and his gaze was dry. "You're awake," he said.
When she tried to raise herself up, he laid his hand on her shoulder, "Go back to sleep."
With a sigh of defeat, she dropped her head back on the pillow. She rolled her head towards him, "Where is Fugaku, Sasuke?"
He walked up to a nearby table and filled a cup of water from a pitcher. "He is at his friend's house. The short one with round rimmed glasses and spiky hair."
At his calm tone, she felt a wave of relief wash over herself. 'He must just be a little tired from waiting.'
Smiling, she murmured, "Oh, I forgot… today was the sleepover…" She accepted his cup of water and drank in a single gulp.
"Thank you."
When she finished, she handed him the empty cup. She made a sweet, apologetic smile, "You must be tired, Sasuke...waiting for me to wake up. I didn't know I would sleep for so long." She combed through her long hair with her fingers and blushed.
When his fingers touched the cup, his face showed a trace of wild emotions but reverted back to his cold mask.
Hinata flinched when she saw the quick change on his face.
He took back the empty cup and continued in his dry, impassioned voice, "The doctor said a disrupted sleeping pattern might happen. It'll take time for you to adjust having longer hours of sleep."
When he saw her blinking again in sleepiness, he lifted her blanket to her chin, "You're still tired. Sleep."
She looked up at him with bleary eyes. Then she closed her eyes and rested her cheek on the pillow. She told herself that Sasuke was just tired and a little sensitive from spending hours in the hospital. She went back to sleep (f).
"Hinata, I want some too."
And now here he was, towering above her, demanding that she give him her body. The sky was pitch black, and only the moonlight flitting through the barren branches provided some light. He was not looking at her like a husband would a wife, but as a predator. She suddenly felt a cold chill run down her spine, and she became very aware of how she was only wearing her bra and panties underneath her baggy, thin hospital gown. Her hands automatically rose to her chest and covered herself.
She lowered her gaze quickly, but he didn't make any sign to move away. Her ears picked up on his voice, "...why are you avoiding me?"
She started as if his voice was ice. He sat himself on her bed and glared at her. The dark bulk of his body covered her range of vision.
She spoke in a trembling voice, "I-I...don't understand..."
"You're avoiding me."
He lowered himself so he could look into her eyes. She stubbornly shut them, but he continued looking into her face.
When she cautiously opened her eyes, she saw him looking at her with a piercing gaze. His face was close to perfection, but his dark, abysmal eyes were cold and chilling. His tightly shut lips curved in a cold smile, "Is my request that repulsive?"
Her pale eyes widened in shock. She looked up towards him, as he straightened his back. "Sa-Sasuke..."
The stormy look on his face caused her to tremble, but she tried to speak to him. "I...I would never find you repulsive, Sasuke..." Her voice was unsteady but filled with love.
But her gentle words did little to cast the ominous look on his face.
She wasn't so sure why he was in such a dark, brooding mood. It reminded her of their earlier times of getting to know each other intimately. Back then, he was just like this-cold, but also angry, very passionate, and at the same time, suspicious of her feelings for him. He was a walking contradiction in front of her, and he himself admitted it many times.
She remembered something he told her when they were young. "I don't know why, but it hurts, Hinata. Being with you hurts. It hurts like hell, but I could never..."As if speaking to her hurts him, he crushed her to himself, "Don't ever leave..."
Suddenly, she read something in his gaze. She remembered what happened right before his rare confession.
Her eyes widened, and a name slipped from her trembling, pale lips, "Na...ruto kun..."
At the slip of her lips, his dark eyes became wild and crazed, and he grabbed her by the back of her neck and crushed his lips against hers. It was as if he intended to dominate her with a sense of rage and hunger. She started and moaned.
"Uhm!" Her fingers gripped his shoulders and trembled.
His large and soft tongue swiped through the sensitive flesh of her mouth. She was surprised by his punishing kiss. Her sensitive muscle that she used to taste food intertwined with his.
When his tongue tried to tussle with hers, she jerked up and turned her face away.
Out of panic, she called him by the name she didn't use for many years, "Sa-Sasuke kun!"
At the long forgotten name, Sasuke looked at her, thoroughly stunned.
"Sa...suke kun?" His lips curved into a cold, cruel expression of self loathing. "Does Naruto still have that power over you, Hinata chan?" He especially emphasized the suffix "chan" with a sardonic drawl.
"Sasuke, please..."
He crawled up to her bed and started disrobing her with quick haste. His calloused, rough fingertips clicked her buttons open and slipped the flimsy fabric from her shoulders.
Hinata cried out, "ah-!"
His dark eyes burned into her soft, pale flesh that revealed in the dark. His fingers trailed over her smooth back. Goosebumps rose on the back of her neck and arms. She started feeling a swirling heat in the pit of her stomach.
"I better hurry up..." he spoke as if dazed and drunk, "so you can't think of the idiot."
She quivered under his heated touch. Her eyes were wet, and cheeks flushed. She felt her body turning red from head to toes. "N-no...do-don't..."
His lips reached to her throat and suckled beneath her right ear. His long fingers stretched across her chest and possessively touched her reddened breast. Then he lowered his face to her chest, and the sight of a grown man cuddling to her breasts like an infant caused her mind to go blank.
"You're tense," he murmured, "relax..."
His fingers trailed across her spine, and he smiled at her. He spoke in a voice that was so soft and velvety that it frightened her.
"Or now that your old lover is near...do you want to pretend this has never happened?"
Her eyes widened. Then she looked down to him with pain, "Sasuke...what do you mean?" Did he really think she would leave him and everything they have built together for something like an old fancy? She even felt a pang of betrayal at his words.
He stopped before he was about to pull down the waistline of her uniform trousers.
But he didn't want to tell her. He didn't want to tell her that Naruto came to see her. For the past few days, he was so happy. Hinata was safe. They even have their beautiful daughter, Sayu. He was becoming a better father to Fugaku. But why, why of all times, did Naruto have to look for them. For her.
When he came back from taking Sayu to the babies' room, he wasn't able to believe what he heard from the nurse.
(f)'Mr. Uchiha, your guest has left even though I said he should wait for you."
"...Guest?" He raised an inquisitive eyebrow. He didn't know what kind of guest would visit them at this late evening.
"He was polite, but a little odd. He just stood in front of Mrs. Uchiha's door and didn't go in."
Suddenly, Sasuke felt as if he was out of oxygen. "Did he say his name?"
"No, for some reason, he hesitated to say his name. But he was tall, as tall as you, Mr. Uchiha. And he was blond."
At the nurse's word, his blood seemed to have turned into ice cold water.
"His hair was short-Mr. Uchiha!"
When he rushed into Hinata's room, he was relieved to see that she was still sleeping.
He approached her and softly touched her cheek. Hinata's brow furrowed and she turned toward his fingers. She hummed. Sasuke smiled.
But then he heard her say his name. "Na...ruto...kun…"
He flinched and his entire body trembled. A vein ticked on his throat, and he squeezed his fists. He suddenly felt this irrational urge to grab her and crush her to himself so she'll be part of his flesh. Or run out and hunt down Naruto and rip his throat out and feed his entrails to the wildlife. Or sink him in the deep hot water sinkhole at the end of the continent. But killing him wouldn't do anything to diminish his fury. Having Naruto's life extinguished in his hands in the most brutal method wouldn't placate his rage.
He finally cooled down after some lone time, but he still felt his heart running like horse hooves.
Knowing Hinata, she couldn't possibly lie to him like that. She was fast asleep, and Naruto didn't even come in. They didn't meet, so the only explanation is that Naruto visited her in her dream. It was one of Naruto's abilities.
Even if Hinata had completely lost her affections, her old flame might still want her. No, Naruto still wanted her. If he didn't, he wouldn't be standing in front of her door, knowing what was going on but unable to leave. He could still feel his presence beyond the door.
How did he come? How did he know? Did he follow them?
Sasuke glared at the door. A thin vein jumped on his strong jaw.
Before Hinata got to ask questions, Sasuke grabbed her shoulder and forced her back on the mattress.
He grabbed her collar and easily slipped down her uniform top. In a second, she had nothing on top except for her bra.
She blushed and covered her breasts, "Sa-Sasuke!"
She squeezed out her protests as he completed stripping off her pants, revealing her pale thighs. "St-no, don't be like this...please..."
She gasped when he stroked her thighs but went on, "This isn't like you..."
But he pretended to not have heard her desperate, weak pleas and continued pulling down her pants as if he was tearing them down.
His eyes piercingly stared at her pubic area and smooth legs-thighs to calves to delicate ankles.
His fingers reached to an area she never imagined would be touched in her hospital room. Her lips quivered, "how...Sa..."
When he forcibly spread her legs and put his mouth to her area, she realized how his body was burning hot. He grabbed her legs by her ankles and opened them wide and feasted on her. She gasped and grabbed on the bed's linen, as she was shocked by such position.
His long thick tongue teased her slick area Sloppy noises of wet flesh creating friction and his deep pants caused her to writhe in dismay.
"Ah-!"
He grunted as he continued to assault her precious area with his tongue, "this isn't enough, Hinata... this could never be..."
"Oh..." as he continued his brutal and tender assaults with his tongue on her entrance, Hinata just didn't feel any will to struggle or fight anymore. She felt ashamed, ashamed that they were doing this in a hospital after she just gave birth. But what caused her to be truly ashamed was that she was pleasured. Frenzied and in lust, she moved her hips and grounded onto his mouth that reciprocated her advances.
Her oozing liquid stuck to his lips that glistened. His voice sounded soft and broken. "You...were cruel...so cruel..." he murmured softly.
His accusations caused her heart to still for a second.
"Sasu...Sasuke, I need you to...ah!"
But the sound of a long drawn suck shut her up. He then lapped on her tenderly as a wolf would groom its cub.
"Please..." she whimpered, "please, eh, explain…" When Hinata's legs kicked, he gripped her wrists with the strength of steel and used his grip to press her mound even harder against his mouth. Hinata screamed. She felt as if her body was splitting into two. She could feel his mouth, his sharp nose, the vibrations of his jaw...
Loud pants and sounds of lapping tongue intermingled with her gasps and protests.
"Sa-Sasuke kun, st-stop-eugn!"
"Even when I was dying... you never gave me...but you gave him..."
"What did I..?"
He stopped as if he was forcing down his memories that he always wanted to put aside. But they would come back. But Naruto's unexpected visit was like pouring fuel into fire.
(f)It was a moment of survival in the forests, just like any other mission day of a ninja. She remembered how he refused to see her face right after she resuscitated Naruto, because he thought it was an unnecessary moment of intimacy—a kiss. She didn't know but he was staring at the two. He felt pathetic, like a puppy that was kicked by his owner but still slink to her side with little to no pride. Back then, he was a breath away from dying too, but the inequality of her treatment was glaring.
When she rose to fetch them water, he grabbed her wrist and looked up to her, but misunderstanding his gesture as symptom of pain induced confusion, she pulled his hand away gently and said,
"Sakura is the one taking care of you, Sasuke kun."
At her words, Sasuke's eyes widened.
And then she turned away and left him, as if caring for Naruto took enough of her energy. He felt as if he was in a cold pit.
But her cruelty didn't end there. While Sakura was healing him, he overheard her comforting words to Naruto, "Sasuke is going to be okay, Naruto kun. All that matters is your health now." Her soft voice delivered the final punch to his stomach that not even most shinobis made (f).
He didn't even expect Hinata to treat him the same as she treated Naruto. He didn't even dare to reveal his secret want for the quiet girl's shyly given resuscitating kiss. If she just humored him and stayed by his side for a moment, he would've thanked her from his heart and been at peace instead of torment for the rest of the night and his mission days.
But now he had the cold girl who rejected him gasping, her body that was red and sticky with sweat, and begging him to stop lest she faints. He evilly smiled as he stopped his oral ministrations and looked down at her. The small muscles that composed his toned, chiseled core rippled as he slid out his belt, zipped down his fly, and filled her channel till she felt the bulging ache.
"Ahh..." Hinata moaned as she looked to the ceiling. He was thick and hot like a newly furnished iron in a metalsmith's furnace.
He lied on the bed sideways and bent her leg so she could see his cock moving in and out of her body. He grabbed her small chin and forced her to see where his chiseled, muscled core contacted her soft stomach.
Blushing, Hinata closed her eyes but he ordered her to look and continued making her see where his cock entered and withdrew from her body.
She whimpered and made jerking movements as to escape, but he tightened his arms around her like tree roots. "Stop...moving," he gritted out his words, "it'll...only hurt you." She dry sobbed and lowered her head, feeling her hair fall across her face as he moved up and down.
"Sa-Sasuke…" She spoke as if her throat was closing in. She was running out of breath.
His heavy weight and warmth on her body was overwhelming, as he kept pistoning in her.
"Hinata...do you remember," he panted as he kept moving in and out of her, "how you hurt me?"
Her eyes were wet, and her lashes were matted with tears as she looked at him.
But her lungs were full of fire, and she couldn't ask or form clear questions.
Sasuke continued, "you said...that only...Naruto mattered." He breathed in and out harshly as he moved against her as if he was racing. His aristocratic cheekbones that used to look so pale and untouchable were flushed bright red and beaded with swear. His pale, narrow cheek drew taut as his jaw clenched.
Hinata suddenly felt her heart drop, "I-I said that?" She didn't even remember. But her husband had that in his mind all along. Suddenly, her heart started to ache.
He stopped and gently pulled out from her tight body. "I am hurting you...but you still worry about my feelings?" He let out a brief laugh as if he couldn't believe in her reaction.
He lazily rubbed his lips against her temple, a brute, animalistic expression of affection, but Hinata was not going to let it slide.
"Wh-what else...did I say? Sasuke, was that in your mind all along?"
He moved closer to her chest and buried his face between her creamy breasts like a baby.
"And there was more, but it's only going to hurt my pride if I say it."
Hinata wrapped his neck with her arms and hugged him to her chest, "Ah, Sasuke..." she buried her lips in his raven black, silky hair. He automatically wrapped her waist with his strong, thick arms.
He spoke in a cold, hollow voice, "You wouldn't have cared if I died or not." There was an inexcusable edge of hurt in his voice.
She pulled him away to look into his face, "That is not true!" She covered both sides of his face with her hands and cried out her words, as if her heart was breaking.
Sasuke raised himself up and looked down at her. His smile was faint and bemused, "then prove it to me, Hinata." Then he lowered his lips to her ear, "prove your loyalty to me." He stared at her with surface indifference, which was his unique method of seduction.
Her eyes filled with tears, and she trembled with embarrassment and desire as she peeled off her last undergarment-her bra. She would rather act wantonly like a whore in front of her husband than make him feel as he did in the past. There was a dark snake in her as well, a snake that wanted to devour him as much as Sasuke wanted to claim her. She knew she had hurt him with her blind adoration for Naruto and made him lonely, even though she didn't mean to.
Naked, she looked up at him, trembling, and her eyes had a begging look. She was a strong mother of two, but she felt a strange kind of helplessness like a newborn fawn that can't even stand on its legs.
He looked down at her. His voice sounded choked as if he was dying of asphyxiation, "you're killing me, Hinata."
Hinata looked at him with teary eyes. Sasuke looked at her confused face.
"I love your confused face," he sighed when she didn't seem to understand. "You're bright...and so sure of yourself and your integrity...So, seeing you bewildered and confused...It's so sweet." He spoke as if a knife was curving slowly into his chest.
Sasuke looked at her as if he has never seen her without clothes before as he took off his sweater. He was mesmerized by her sudden look of youthfulness, but also determined as in a hunt. Then he moved on top of the girl who whimpered as he hastily slipped down his trousers.
"Call me just the way you did, Hinata chan..."
"Hu-husba-kya!" She screamed as he suddenly pushed up on her with force. She bit down on her bottom lip.
"Wrong answer." He looked down at her arrogantly. Even though it was nothing new, his beauty smited her heart. His broad shoulders and thick, toned arms shamed most marble statues, and his torso stretched like a graceful hunting dog ready to strike. Lying underneath him, she covered her breasts and looked at his face. The only thing that suggested that the man above her was flesh and blood were his eyes, his dark, beautiful eyes.
She blushed when she saw him scan her top to bottom, "Sa-Sa-Sasuke kun..."
Suddenly, Sasuke felt an odd sense of compensation. It was as if he got compensated for the torment of his youth. Loving her used to feel like running on a hot molten furnace. He can't have any respite from his desires. He can't sit. He can't stand. He has to run like a mad man. Loving her hurted him. It was not blissful or satisfying in any way. But having her cling to him, call him "Sasuke kun"
It made it seem as if they were back to their old days, Hinata clinging to him and calling him by his past name... it was deeply satisfying.
They were sleek with sweat and stuck to each other like slime. He grunted as if he got kicked in the stomach, but soon recovered and grabbed her hips and pulled her closer. He dragged her and forcibly placed her on his lap, and she was straggling on his thighs.
Overwhelmed with feelings, she flinched from his hard hands that dug onto her plush thigh muscles.
Hinata pushed against his chest with her arm and twisted her body away. She looked like a delicate nymph caught in a demon's talons, "No, not too much...stop..."
He looked at her wet lips that called for help, grabbed her hair into his a muss, and pressed his lips on hers even harder than before. His tongue felt slightly scratchy and he swiped his tongue underneath her tongue and the ceiling of her mouth. Then he sucked her tongue with ferocity. The sound of sucking was lewd, and Hinata fought against his arms that detained her like iron belts.
"Mph-ugm!"
Panting, he changed their positions, having her on all fours. Without any hesitation, he slipped into her from behind and rode her.
He cursed as he amped up the speed. "Ah...fuck..."
"It feels like... dipping into cream..." He spoke such sweet, passionate words, but his face contorted into a look of agony as if he was going through torture.
"Whose cock is in your body right now?Mine or the dobe's?"
Hinata whimpered. "Hungn...no..."
"Say it, Hinata."
"No..."
As punishment, he snapped his hips forward and moved in and out of her like strong, stone crushing waves.
She lightly screamed and panted as she swayed underneath him. He grabbed her hips and pulled her closer to his aching, big member and palmed her breasts with another.
Finally, she gave up.
"You-yours..." She bowed her head as in surrender.
He pressed on. "Who do you belong to?"
She blushed furiously and refused to give him the answer he wanted, "N-no...enough..."
He smiled and whispered, "You're being rebellious...but I think I like it...Your cries and struggles...so different from the sweet, dutiful woman I know..." His palms molded into her breast.
When he slipped his member from her body, she twisted her body and pushed him but to no avail. Her arms were too weak to even push him an inch away.
"Enough..." he parroted her in a raspy voice. But he didn't sound even a little tired from struggling with Hinata. He even seemed to enjoy wrestling with her. For the first time that night, his dark eyes burned with vitality.
He grabbed the wrist of her arm with his left and her chin with another, so she had no choice but to face him.
He spoke with eerie calm, "Whether you want it or not, you're my wife."
Then he grabbed her by the back of her head and kissed. Then again. And again. Powerlessly, Hinata had no choice but to receive him throughout the night. He held her slender, naked body like a beast clutching its prey.
She didn't know how many more times he held her. She just lost her will to fight or even count how many times he had her over and over again.
Finally when he felt he has sated himself, Sasuke looked at her pink breast and gently rubbed her swollen nipple between his fingertips.
"Hinata…" his voice was raspy, "I want some too." He repeated his request as if he was drunk.
He opened his mouth and lightly lapped on her pink bud. He hummed and continued to lick even more.
Hinata moaned, "Ha...enn..."
But he continued stimulating her rosy nub with his rough tongue.
His tongue came out and licked his lips. He spoke as he contemplated her taste, "Your milk has a very special flavor…"
He grabbed her round breast and lightly squeezed the fleshy mound as he sucked on her nipple. He widened his mouth and consumed her breast, and Hinata groaned. She covered her mouth with her hand as she watched him suck on her breast like a juice pack.
She looked up to the ceiling and writhed in embarrassment and intense pleasure.
"Nooo…" But as if he had an appetite of an infant, he grabbed her wrists and held them down above her head with his left hand and squeezed her breast with another. His fingers added pressure to better squeeze the milk from her breast.Embarrassed, Hinata whispered, "but...but...Sayu…"
Sasuke spoke harshly,"You don't have that excuse anymore. You pumped enough milk to last all night and morning. Now it is my turn."
She felt his long dark hair tickle her sensitive white breasts and stomach. His dark eyes looked up to her as dazed.
His eyelashes that reminded her of raven feathers fluttered.
The suckling noises and her pants filled the solemn, quiet room. She felt the warmth radiating from his face and held him closer to her beating chest. She felt as if she was holding a warm, hot lantern. His high cheekbones flushed red as he kept nestling to her.
When he felt he satisfied his hunger, he rose and swallowed her panting mouth in dominance. He wrapped his arm around her slender waist and made her straggle his lap. His arms squeezed her so tight as if he wanted to just consume her whole.
The kiss was so forceful that she felt the end of his straight, chiseled nose graze against her cheek.
When their lips parted, a thin strand of silvery secretion bound between their panting mouths.
He then wrapped her body with his arm like a snake and finally relaxed. His tense shoulders softened and he gently panted. Holding Hinata's lithe, naked body, molding her slender form to his muscular planes, he whispered,
"Light of life..."
Hinata's chest went up and down as she tried to breathe regularly. Her long dark hair clung to her naked back and breasts. She looked delicate and fragile in his arms.
She turned her panting lips to his ear, "hu...husband…"
And she felt her eyes closing in exhaustion. Darkness came over her mind, and she collapsed towards his chest.
