WARNING: Rated M (NC-17) for a half and a quarter Lemon. Terrible lemons. Terrible lemons.
With the Hyuuga gates in sight, Sasuke leaped down and set Hinata on her feet. He will by no means breach the compound gates and soar across the Hyuuga aerial territory—you just don't because doing so would be activating a hundred byakugan eyes; utterly hyperbolic for a privy affair. Hinata's fringe was a bit tousled and Sasuke brushed his fingers through a few strands. But the look in her eyes, the begging hunger as his fingertips lightly brushed on her skin—Hinata missed him in ways more that he anticipated; not to mention, he was confessed to by the very woman, the very girl he deemed impossible to truly hold around his arms. Raze! Banishment to the former unrequited, turmoil of a love! Mentally muttering an apology to his father-in-law, he has finally left their twain league.
As they entered the gates, the guards greeted them and Sasuke gave the packs of rice crackers to the one on the right.
"Share this with your… friends." Queer, he knows. He should've used "colleagues"—tepid and removed. But if there are people he should be grateful towards, for the ruptured bursting of strange pleasant flavors inside his chest, it would be those people. Those who never gave up on him; those who told him to go after what he truly wanted despite thoroughly undeserving. Friends.
"Uh… Doumo, Uchiha-sama," the Hyuuga guard answered as he scratched the back of his head at the unexpected gesture and the irony. A handful of their training sessions as guards for the Hyuuga clan with the head of the Uchiha clan are never "friendly". It was do-or-die. He mentored them with an iron hand.
The couple, lead by the husband, skittered on the carved stone pathway like juvenile paramours fleeing to elope. The two guards keeping their shift for the night could only look at each other questioningly. As the winds breezed through behind the walls, the pink carnations nodded in agreement.
The moment Hinata closed the paper doors, Sasuke grabbed her arms, elevating them overhead, and immediately pinned her on the adjacent wall. He covered her lips with his frantic mouth and they melded their tongues together. Hinata gasped for air but Sasuke was aching to feel more of her in his mouth and so he trailed open mouth kisses along her jaw and neck, brushing his impatient tongue along her coveted skin. She tasted so sweet, so achingly sweet with a bit of salt, and he's more than willing to be lost in her, to be drunk with her saccharinity. A stifled moan escaped her throat. She wriggled her wrist out and pushed him lightly on the chest, shaking her head.
Not here? Alright, he thought with slight disappointment, but he followed her close, creating friction between them as she removed her zouri and proceeded to the kitchen not removing the tabi socks on her feet.
She told him she has to place the lilies in a vase with water before they proceed to the bedroom. He smirked. The red lush tint smudged so messily on her mouth and it was an arousing sight. He leaned on the counter as she turned on the lights and searched glasswares inside the cabinets. He cast glances on her bare nape and protruding vertebrae as she bent down, and her marvelous, curvaceous bottom, exposed when she stood behind the sink in spite of the silk fabric.
The glass vase was almost filled midpoint over the faucet when he drew close and fondled her buttocks and nibbled on the back of her neck. She placed the lily stems inside the vase and settled it aside, removing herself from him. Hinata turned to face his direction, blush glaring on her face. He moved closer to her but she ran away from the kitchen down the corridor leading to their room.
Is she testing his patience? Is this a game of chase they're going to play? Does she intend to let him hustle before a reward? The bouts of her weirdness sometimes. He chased after Hinata anyway, and when he twisted on the doorknob, meek hands were restraining on the other side.
What is Hinata going at?
Is she suddenly backing out after inviting him purposefully like that? By no means will he let her leave him to relieve himself, the vixen!
"S-s-sasuke-kun! Please count to ten… no—fifteen!—before you enter the door. I-I did not lock it so you have to promise me, okay?" she said, her voice stuttering and muffled behind the cedar platform.
"Hn." She could hear his scoff and irritation hidden by the mere pronunciation.
"O-onegai. Y-you definitely can't enter before fifteen!"
"Onetwothreefour," the numbers abrupt and begrudging as they rolled off his tongue.
"Y-you have to count slowly," she pleaded.
This is getting on his nerves. He might as well break the cedar door and just get it started with. Why is Hinata acting like this when they've done it a few times already, all at his initiation?
"One… two… three." He began counting like a retard, each number more toilsome than the first—not to mention, its calming, diminishing effect. The things he'd do for Hinata; his drive will be gone before he reaches fifteen. Maybe that was her plan all along. Because she wanted to back out on her suggestion, she's asking him to calm his libido—as if! He went on eleven to fifteen in a hurry and flung the door open, his temper threatening to flare. But then, he saw her silhouette standing on their bed.
The moonlight benign against the shadows revealed her hair now untied and freely cascading down her shoulders, the smudge of red paint wiped off from her serene, noble face, and her white feet bare on the edge of the mattress. She looked at him, her innocent eyes urging him to come closer, regal in her persuasion.
She was definitely up to something and his heart began beating faster at this as he locked the door tight and secure.
Hinata never removed her gaze—steady and fearless but surrendering. She pulled on the red cord obijime, removing the amber resin obidome along with it. She held it out, daring him to take it. Sasuke took the cord with the resin brooch as she proceeded to unwrapping the obi around her waist. The sound of silk brushing against silk was reminiscent of a sword being unsheathed, lethal and adrenergic as she made it fall on the floor.
The vixen wants a tamed, obedient man and so Sasuke picked up the sash and when he held his head up, she slipped out the huomongi, revealing her white nagajuban robe. She let it fall on him, easily casting her fragrant spell of aloe wood and lavender like a genjutsu that paralyzes your thoughts, enslaving you to her wiles.
"Please put that aside then come back to me," she said, her face flushed but her voice was firm and unafraid.
He propped her garments carefully on top of a wooden table on the far end of the room, inside Hinata's closet. He walked almost mechanically, like under a hallucination, because his consciousness was floating and it was unreal: Hinata showing herself as she undress, as if demanding him to savor her with his eyes.
When he returned, she ran her fingers along his jaws and lifted his chin up to kiss him. It was chaste, a series of pecks and nibbles on his lips and at the tip of his nose but it wasn't enough, so he placed his hand at the back of her head and forced his tongue inside her mouth. Her breath sharpened and she guided his hand on her nape to her breast.
Sasuke kneaded through the breasts felt different contained by a material that's coarse and netted. She moaned, her face giving in to the pleasure, thoroughly aroused without restraint. He reveled at this unbashful exhibition of Hinata savoring his ministrations. He moved his hands to remove the undersash. When it was done, Hinata slipped the nagajuban off her shoulders, exposing herself, scantily clad in black lace lingerie.
He was rendered speechless and immobile; his doujutsu suddenly activated.
"I-is it not to your liking, Sasuke-kun?" she asked, nibbling on her lip. "U-um...s-some w-wives d-do t-this f-for their h-husbands s-so... L-like I-Ino-san or S-Sakura-san..." She kept looking at him then away, uncertain. "D-does it n-n-not s-suit m-me a-after a-all?"
Was that her idea of a joke? Did she even look at herself in the mirror?
"Hinata, tell me honestly. Since when did you start wearing this?"
He ran his fingers lazily along her toned, alabaster calves, tracing circles up to the back of her knees. She began to whimper. Sasuke planted a kiss on her chest, lightly sucking on the length down her abdomen as he traced the shape of her thighs up. With a flick of his tongue, he swirled her belly button, grazing his teeth down the supple flesh on her hips, mindful of the shortness of her breath, the fluttering of her eyelids. He slowly crawled two digits inside her dripping heat.
"Ahh." She arched her back, gripping on his shoulders when her knees began to buckle.
"Tell me," Sasuke said in a low, sultry voice. He could see her ashen pink nipples hardening on the lacy surface which bound her luscious breasts to condense its cleaving protrusion for a tormenting display.
"B-before I entered the bathroom to wash y-your back."
"I knew it, the bath robe hinted something." His fingers moved in lilting steady rhythm. "You drive me crazy."
"Sasuke-kun—mn…hahh..." Each delicate cry caused more blood to rush down his painful groin but he proved to have developed control over the time he spent being intimate with her.
He dipped his nose on the cleavage of her breasts, immersing in the gentle scent which can only be found within, warm and squishy. Her dark locks fell around them, like the cascades of a weeping willow where he laid at its trunk and pondered about death, his broken bones and the blood seeping out, all the while reaching out for the gray skies with a trembling hand, and how a dream had led to his defeat. Because he had been such a pathetic, importunate destitute leech of a mongrel, because he is all sorts of adjectives, Hinata should suffocate him more—to suffocate him good and never let him go.
"Touch me more," she pleaded, a clawing need echoing in her voice.
He was more than inclined to abide. She was soft against him, her body bending at his discretion and melted into him, becoming one.
•••
It was past breakfast and Hinata's yet to get out of her room.
Hanabi knocked on her sister's door but there was no answer. According to the servants, her brother-in-law had taken her sister for a date last night—that is after being gone for so long that Hinata would be intruding her peace alone sometimes. Well, at least, Hinata's probably happy about it—which is incongruous with skipping breakfast! She doesn't care about the white lily man not being there to partake with them.
When he's staying at their compound, he'd go out at dawn, somewhere to probably train and he would come back just for breakfast. When he's out on a mission, it's like he had never been there in the first place and Hinata's the only one who probably remembers and bothers herself about her husband, and, oh, the sallow, dehydrated, pickled plum-looking elders who pry into their private life unwarranted, asking when was the last sexual intercourse and imposing unsolicited hot tips about auspicious times for popping out babies—a Sharingan-Byakugan freak of their liking, long overdue accordingly since it's almost winter and they were wed early summer—according to how vain the moon and the sun are feeling, showing either all or part of it's countenance, and when the stars want to be flirty and meet up and planetary motion whatnot.
Lengthy, she knows. That's how the ancients talked.
But really, nobody knows how their babies would come to be, and definitely not soon. The white lily man is frequently away and he's not really lovey-dovey with her sister—she bet their first time was the last time. Thank goodness because the mere thought is disturbing! Everybody knows the Hyuuga are rigid with preserving their bloodline. Her sister's marriage to the Uchiha is an exception—an experiment—because the ancients think he's managed to make his doujutsu oh so powerful.
Hinata really shouldn't be skipping breakfast. Hanabi cares about that. She knocked for the fifth time and still, there was no answer.
Sasuke and Hinata decided to bathe together after a sultry, messy night and just as they entered the tub, Hinata reached down on the floor to properly tuck her oil flasks in the corner. Sasuke's eyes widened at the view, full and rounded; pinkish like ripe peach. The high ddefinition of her silky inner folds, leading to her profuse heat. The truth of its form and being in daylight was astounding.
His neurons somehow found a way to relate her bending over to a fictional incident written in Icha Icha—there, his brain voiced it out loud, no euphemisms, no cover up—and he wanted to try it with his wife. Curse the books! But he asked for it, kindly, somewhere along the lines of "brace and lean on the tub" while he traced a finger in sensitive areas, and Hinata yielded to his strange request.
She found herself barely supporting herself with enfeebled arms at the bathtub's rim, scrunched, kneeled submerged, and Sasuke held her by the waist, deeply and slowly penetrating her, displacing hot water in the process. He was reaching new places, pleasurable places, and she moaned louder and higher. She asked for more and he hastened the pace while he fumbled for her breasts, tweaking on distended carnation buds, grunting and whispering her name like a mantra for protection, to keep him close, to keep him engulfed in the tightness and slickness of her hearth made of soft, sweltering flesh.
"Onee-sama," Hanabi called, raising her voice a little higher this time as she knocked for the nth time. "Ugh!"
Exasperated, she leaned her ear close to the wooden door, hoping to hear a snore or something. Maybe she should go get the keys no matter how uncourteous that may be. Then, she heard a scream, maybe a wailing but it was very vague.
What if she's crying alone in the bathroom?
Did Sasuke and Hinata fight?! The nerve of that white lily man! Hanabi had heard about long distance relationships always turning down the wrong way, moreover, the Uchiha is someone you cannot trust so easily.
"Poor Hinata nee-sama."
Going against taboo worthy of punishment in the Hyuuga household, she used her Byakugan, worried for her sister's well-being—a kind thought but mistakenly so.
She gripped at her chest as she raced down the corridor. Air! Air for Hyuuga's sake!
"Hanabi-sama, is something the matter?" asked a servant whom Hanabi just passed by the courtyard.
"Nothing!" she replied. Her pale face betrayed her answer.
She ran to the grassy lawns to let out the shock and disgust with heaving. Sisters should never see their sisters doing that. The chakra images inside Hinata's bathroom: a crippling, limping, dying creature—shrieking for dear life but perfectly receptive and indulgent— haplessly devoured and gnawed on by the terrifying oni, Shuten-douji (because he's a monstrosity!) all the while being engorged with a tense, impassioned inundation of flesh slapping against flesh.
Hinata will never be the same in her eyes ever again; the reality of what once was mere literary eroticism imbued upon her precious onee-sama's immaculate presence.
As for the lesson learned that day—it quickly making at the top of her nindou—never, ever use the Byakugan to check up on your sister in her locked room, especially if she's married, and especially if she had been apart from her husband for almost over a month. Just don't.
つづく
Daifuku Mochiin Corner! (•̀ᴗ•́)
Cue: Serious and sorrowful music for strings
VTR: What are the secrets hidden behind closed doors?
One teenager from the Hidden village of Konoha found out the hard way.
(on screen, Hanabi Hyuuga childhood pictures)
Hanabi Hyuuga, just 14 years of age, an heiress to a prestigious family, haunted for life. The trauma of a witness, etched into her young mind.
Today at DM Corner TV, we give comfort, guidance and counseling with our host, Dr. Daifuku Mochiin, venerable Psychologist and confection.
Studio audiences clapping*
DM: Thank you for your presence, all. No circumstance in life is ever predictable. There will be times where we feel horrified, angered and confused. But together, with the help of people around you-you can cope, recover, become stronger than ever to hold against life's tumultuous waves. Let us join Hanabi-chan in that road. Hanabi-chan, come here. *gentle smile* What a pretty girl you are.
Hanabi walks in, sits on the couch*
Hanabi: *bows* Hello everyone. Domo arigato gozaimasu. I've been told this is some sort of a medical class.
DM: Yes, it is. A class of people being there for each other, dedicated for the purpose of healing, therapy, Hanabi-chan.
Hanabi: Don't call me that. We are not affiliated to warrant such familiarity.
DM: Eh?
Hanabi: Dr. Daifuku Mochiin, wasn't it? I've heard things about you: poser, stale confection, trying hard poet-none of these serve to make you credible or whatsoever. So tell me, why do you have a show? I am somehow led to believe that broadcasting regulatory bodies are not doing enough supervison to ensure that no charlatans televise rubbish content. Can you imagine? Trash, for the people, right at their faces.
Cue: Serious and sorrowful music for strings
DM: I...I... *Teary-eyed* I-I-I can't... PD-san, I can't do this.
VTR: DM Corner TV will be right back after these messages.
Cue: Retro groovy music
Studio audiences chant DM! DM! DM!*
DM: Thank you everyone. That was so unprofessional, forgive me. But now, I am back and ready to kick like a horse.
Hanabi: You look like it's excrement too.
DM: *Inhales, exhales* Whoo! You know what, Hyuuga-san, you're just fourteen, I forgive you. You're going through something, I understand. But one thing, "The oni, Shuten-douji."
Hanabi freezes on her seat*
DM: For those who don't know, the oni in Japanese folklore are "...demons, devils, ogres or trolls." There are many stories about Shuten-douji but basically, he's a pretty boy who turned into an ogre capturing maidens, drinking their blood and eating their viscera.
Why is Sasuke the Shuten-douji, Hyuuga-san?
Hanabi: Hellooo!:"D *Stands and waves at the audience* Today, Hanabi will sing and dance for everyone! It's Hanabi's favooorite song, "Sakura"!;3
Cue: Koto playing the Japanese folksong "Sakura"
Hanabi: *arms flailing* Sakura, sakura/Yayoī sora wa/ Kyun~!/ Miwatasu kagiri/ an~an~/Kasumi ka? Kumo ka?/
Hanabi is tired:3 But it was a lot of fun!:D
Confused audience appalud*
DM: Hyuga-san, I shall repeat the question. Why is Sasuke the Shuten-douji?
Hanabi: It's Hanabi-chan, DM-tan. *winks* Hanabi-chan loves to sing! It makes me forget about a looot of things:3
DM: It must be hard, I mean you're still a minor but we have to know. Why do you think Sasuke is the Shuten-douji? Which part of Sasuke is a monstrosity? Is it his humongous energy or feral movement or maybe "that" part? Did you see "that"-
Hanabi: YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING! *tears the sofa, cuts table in half* AAARRRGGGHHH! *throws table at DM's face*
DM: *Nosebleed* Restrain her. Tranquilizer shot please, PD-san... What?... I'm being professional. Vets do it too. *Parries a flying shoe*
Hanabi grabs DM, starts punching DM like a (cute, fluffy) punching bag*
Hanabi: Aaaarrgh! *punches* My beautiful onee-sama! *cries* Waahahahaa! Haaaaaaa! *chokes DM*
DM: It's o-okay... *turning into a blue mochi* J-just let... it all ...out. I'm...used to th... is.
Hanabi stops, DM is grateful for the gift of life*
Hanabi: *wipes face* This has been decent and all. It's not like I'm entirely ignorant. Just a bit shocked, that's all. No big deal about it.
DM: *coughs red bean paste* Aww, glad to have helped Hanabi-chan. I just hope my insurance covers these injuries. I think a rib punctured my lung.
Hanabi: Yes. *Brightly smiling* As a matter of fact, I'd like to make sure that the next time we see each other, your empty head is waiting to be cut on a guillotine.
DM: Aww, gee thanks. You don't have too...
PD-san, can I have your job?
Studio audiences laughs for real*
DM: I... I wasn't joking. I'm tired going through such abuse! Sasuke made charred mochi out of me during 1st episode! And now-don't cut me off! Why do I have-
Cue: Retro groovy music
Some vocabulary:
Genkan - main entrance that has a lower level floor where you remove your shoes
Nagajuban - a robe worn under a kimono