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鍮
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||| Temporal Echo |||
By: Chocolate Carnival
2020
Fandom: Naruto
Genre: Dark Eroticism, Canon Divergence, Time-Travel, Mommy Kink,
Dark, Sex Pollen, Shota, Clan culture, Genin! Sasuke, Jōnin! Hinata, Threesome, First Time
Pairing: 団扇 佐助||Uchiha Sasuke,日向 陽向 || Hyūga Hinata
Hey, My Honeys!
I am sorry it took SO long to release the second part of this but I was so busy with Uni that I only managed to sit down and finish this over the last two weeks. I don't have much to say except to PLEASE heed the warnings. This is a controversial piece.
In depth NOTES: Found in Author's note of Part 1.
Please enjoy my honeys and please remember, if the warnings/tags freaks you out...please don't read!
二 の 舞: 蓮華
'Between the devil and the deep blue sea…a lotus blooms. Apathetic to the sanguine depths that sustain it, the flower quietly unfurls at the birth of a three-tamoed Sharingan.' ~ Uchiha Proverb
—
Uchiha Sasuke has always been considered coldblooded, becoming more violent and detached the older he grew. Only his darling wife of nine years had the ability to soothe the insanity and despair he existed in after the Fourth Great Shinobi War. Even when he reached the age of twenty-eight not too long ago, his beautiful Hime was just as compassionate and beguiling as he remembered seeing her across from him on the battlefield all those years ago.
In fact, Hinata's resplendent sensuality and natural calm was the only salvation Sasuke managed to find in his tortured existence. Her very presence carved a bright spot of joy and contentment around the grip of rage, broken hearted redemption, fear and spiralling calamity he sowed whenever he travelled.
She was the Sasaukage's everything: his light, his sensual goddess…an adorable cottontail born among the stars and the darling mother of his children that became not only the source of his passion and compassion but his ever-beating heart. There was absolutely nothing the Last Uchiha wouldn't do to keep her enclosed in the circle of his arms.
The three tiny Sharingan/Byakugan lives she brought into the world as a testimony of their love, soothed and humbled the Uchiha's natural arrogance over the years. They were the quiet source of strength in his veins, the pride of his lost Clan and the future he never thought he'd have the chance to see.
Twin boys, having inherited their father's genetically wild hair and stark onyx eyes, displayed a heartening curiosity he once possessed before the first great tragedy in his life. The apple of the stoic nin's eye however, was a delicate little blossom born with her mother's crippling shyness, ametrine lavender eyes and surprisingly, Sasuke's temper.
The fact that he managed to misjudge the creation of a portal and propelled them into the past rather than 'home' ratcheted up Sasuke's anxiety. He wanted nothing more than to return to Konoha and make sure his children were alright under Aburame Shino's supervision.
Ultimately though, as long as Hinata remained uninjured and unaffected by the strain of portal travel, Sasuke would worry about deciphering an alternate gateway home when he managed to shake the aching pulse of drained chakra dulling a deified Rinne-sharingan orb.
The twenty-eight-year-old was currently straining for proper breath, crystalline beads of sweat gathering at the base of his neck as he mournfully assessed the wisps of chakra recovering slower than usual with the use of his technique.
It would do no good to seem weak before the anomaly collapsed in the shade of a tree, he frowned. Even when it seemed Hinata was determined to upset the delicate laws pertaining to dimensional travel.
His beautiful Matriarch was openly babying Sasuke's former-self, leaning close enough to fluster the teen by her mere scent and proximity. She was tenderly guiding a spiky head back to ease the thirteen-year-old's pain, iryō infused fingertips soothing the chakra blockage behind spiralling sharingan irises as she unknowingly roused a heady moan from the boy's gasping lips.
Itwas a strange sight observing his genin-self yield so naturally to their wife, the unadulterated awe and confusion in the teen's gaze making Sasuke wonder if he ever looked so ridiculously reverent and enamoured when staring at his Byakugan Hime.
Then again, Genin Sasuke's emotions and body was, no doubt, violently being wrenched from the icy anger and hatred he constantly lived in during this time. Hinata had the talent and will, after all, to affect him in seconds — to completely arrest Sasuke's attention by scrambling his touched-starved senses and instinctually drawing a needy growl from deep in his soul.
Going by the flush dusting Sasu-chan's formerly stoic cheeks and the delicate part of the boy's lips, the Sasaukage knew exactly what was going through the thirteen-year-old's head. The animalistic baring of the teen's throat and quiet groan was telling enough, youthfully rounded shoulders bowing in a needy arch as desperate nails dug deep grooves in fragrantly wet soil.
All it took to further shatter the Uchiha's affection-starved walls was Hinata laying her hand over the crude bandages wound around the boy's thigh. Sasuke himself was humming in thought, wondering absently if he should be disturbed…aroused…or jealous at the stimulating display.
Mostly though, he was amused.
This was himself after all…he reacted to Hinata in much the same manner after the Fourth Great Shinobi War. Then again, Sasuke also knew exactly what their chakra twining together felt like — especially the sensation of iryōcoated fingers tracing delicate pathways across open wounds or unblocking obviously strained Sharingan/Rinnegan eyes.
It often messed with the twenty-eight-year-old's perception when they touched, practically evaporating the rigid apathy and stoicism he constantly bore in his veins. It was a pleasure and privilege he only ever afforded her, a declaration of his silent devotion and appreciation no one else ever managed to coax from him before.
The current Patrairch could definitely see his younger self falling into the same pattern now, the younger Uchiha's icy disposition thawing and cracking beneath their long-haired goddesses' gentle serenity.
"There," Hinata smiled fondly, standing slowly to guide the dazed genin to his feet as the elder of the two took a step back to observe the strange sight of himself being shorter and more innocent than his famously flustered wife. Never mind the flash of surprise illuminating his features when the boy pressed boldly into Hinata's curvaceous frame.
That was—.
Biting back an uncharacteristic snort of amusement, Uchiha Sasuke shivered unexpectedly when a sudden burst of otherworldly chakra raged deliriously across the lake behind them. Instinctively twisting on his heel, an expert palm gripped the hilt his chokutō the moment his black cloak snapped menacingly in the wind.
"Anata? What—." Tilting his head minutely in a familiar bid for silence, flickers of wisteria-violet silk gleamed vibrantly in the rising moonlight as the eye-catching lining of his mantle smoothed over the empty sleeve of his lost left arm.
Deadly heterochromic eyes were tracking the sight of a lotus blossom drifting on the water's tranquil surface, the shimmering violet petals opening boldly beneath the moonlit sky. The Sasaukage never once thought he'd get a chance to see an Uchiha Lotus bloom until years from now when his children were old and mature enough to fully activate their own Sharingan.
Yet, here, the Last Lotus of his childhood was blooming on a verdant lily pad — a shower of otherworldly gold dust and silver pigments illuminating the sparse eventide air. A heavy tempest of lilac pollen was charging forward unrestrainedly, engulfing the desolate Uchiha district in the heady promise of softness, of maturity, of sex—.
The flower's endemic presence could mean only one thing: the birth of genin Sasuke's last tamoe.
Sasuke always wondered what he had done to fully unlock his Sharingan in the fight against Naruto when he was younger, especially since he neither lost his bodily innocence by taking a life or offered his purity to someone in the days leading up to his defection.
Now however, Sasuke was quick to realise he must have sealed the memory of their trip here deep inside his younger self's consciousness. There was only two ways to assure one awoke a fully matured Sharingan in Uchiha lore:
Sex or murder. There was no in-between.
The Last Uchiha knew which method he'd prefer if given a choice, a choice he currently had the power to grant his genin self.
"Hime," Sasuke beckoned quietly, paying no mind to the glimmering lilac pollen raining down from above as he tipped his head in the direction of the main family home. He was not going to allow Sasu-chan a chance to seduce their Matriarch outside, nor was going to allow himself a chance to see the evocative sight of his wife writhing in desperation beneath a shower of erotogenic pollen and drifting plum blossom petals…the Sasaukage would lose his mind.
Hinata's haunting ametrine irises were lidded in thought at his request however, a familiar dusting of pink colouring the apple of her cheeks as she nodded quietly and reluctantly turned around. She didn't want to remove her fingers from where they were tangled in genin-soft soft locks.
The texture was just as luxurious and thick as Sasuke's own, vividly reminding the Matriarch of the many times she carded her fingers through her husband's locks when he claimed her lap as a pillow in the evenings. Or — a darker flash of red suffusing her skin — the rarer times he enjoyed burying his head between her thighs.
It was difficult not to keep the thirteen-year-old pressed against her chest when he smelled and felt so much like her Sasuke, when his injured soul practically cried out to her in search of salvation. His chakra was a tangled mess of pain and desolation she desperately wanted to soothe, the curse mark on the boy's left shoulder no doubt paining him mentally and physically regardless of his apathetic front.
That Sasu-chan seemed so open and relaxed around her now was a genuine treat, a small frown smoothing the perpetual crinkle between his brow as the teen laid his cheek against the curve of her chest. The fact that he was quite a bit shorter than her was a novel experience, humid breaths skittering playfully across the skin of her neck as trembling fingertips desperately grasped the heavy winter-cotton of her formfitting lavender shirt.
Handfuls of thigh-length stratos locks were swaying in the thirteen-year-old's grasp, half-lidded onyx orbs staring imploringly at the Uchiha Matriarch as his elder counterpart stepped forward to curl a possessive arm around her waist.
"He's in bloom." Sasuke observed quietly, the wavering stoicism in the Patriarch's voice drawing a quiet gasp from Hinata's lips as she instantly flicked her gaze over the surface of the lake. It was true. In the centre of the water's timorous glaze, a vivid bloom was flourishing openly in the spiralling moonlight.
A subtle veil of concern was crossing delicate features, the twenty-seven-year-old jōnin yielding automatically the moment her Sasuke began coaxing them in the direction of home.
She neveronce expected to find herself in such a situation, smiling concernedly at Sasu-chan's confusion as she curled a steady grip around his wrist. She was allowing the Sasaukage to guide them through the long uninhabited streets of the Uchiha district.
The beautiful Matriarch could feel her husband's chakra stirring anxiously behind her back. He was not entirely pleased with the current situation, she realised. Even when he was willing to yield to fate simply because it concerned the growth of his own Sharingan.
There was no escaping the gods of their Clan, after all. Not when it was so vividly integral to the strength and prowess layered in unlocking the infamous Uchiha dōjutsu.
It was a lesson Hinata learned early on in the days of the twins' conception, the Uchiha archives having provided a deeper understanding of what gifted the Clan their legendary superiority and cursed lineage over the Senju. Hinata was just as much an Uchiha as her beloved these days, knowing exactly what to expect when a yet to-be-opened lotus pollinated on their lake—.
"It'll be alright." The Byakugan Hime noted breathlessly, leaning back momentarily to press her head against Sasuke's chest. Her husband's chakra was twisting…spiralling…restlessly altering, she noted. Much like the lithe hundred-and-fifty-centimetre frame stumbling silently but dazedly beside her without breaking skin contact.
They were both drunk on the chakra infused pollen following their every step, its haunting aroma enough to tickle the back of her throat as a slow-building heat roiled openly beneath pale skin.
If Hinata allowed herself too much time to think, she knew she'd balk.
She couldn't afford to stop what was coming though, shivering acutely in anticipation as the looming Uchiha mansion rose imposingly in the dark. The ancient engawa and wood walls crafted a morbid silhouette in the icy moonlight, retaining none of the light and laughter the Uchiha family worked so hard to instil inside its once bloodstained walls over the years.
The demanding footsteps pressing her forward, however, didn't stop.
The previously unsettled genin was a blazing ball of chakra flame connected to her husband's lightning desire, even when the indigo-haired beauty caught sight of a trickle of sweat dripping from the boy's temple to his clenched jaw. His cheeks were flushed an increasingly telling red, uncertain footsteps slightly disjointed with obvious arousal as his grip dug inexperienced nails into the back of her hand with desperation.
The Sasaukage, as well, had curled a possessive palm over Hinata's hip. His more experienced knowledge of her body slipping fingerless-gloves beneath the hem of her shirt to tease calloused pads over the sensitive dip of her spine.
"Come, Hinata. I can't hold back much longer." His voice was gruff with strain, his very chakra injected into her bloodstream as her knees struggled not to buckle from the jolt of extasy it shot through her veins.
Even though this was a familiar dance they indulged in more frequently than most, it didn't stop the former Hyūga Heiress from flushing a mortifying red as heat curled rapidly in the pit of her stomach. She knew exactly what was coming and had no desire to stop.
The Uchiha Matriarch could only curse her terrible weakness for this man.
. . .
"Shhh," An airy lullaby silenced the whimper spiralling from parted lips, a tender kiss pressing soothingly against the burn of his skin as gentle fingers set aside the hitai-ate she just removed from his forehead. Sasuke could still feel the heady scorch of her lips on his brow, chin-length black bangs tumbling forward to shyly conceal the heady flush dusting pale cheeks.
"Just look at you." The indigo-haired goddess hummed, her younger companion too dazed and riled up to protest as he timidly but determinedly answered the lips hovering sensually over his. It was too hot to think…to breathe…to exist; Sasuke's mind and body simultaneously shattering and rebuilding itself under her guidance as he swiped a wanton tongue across soft pastel lips.
"Hn," He growled, Sharingan activated eyes refusing to flutter more than halfway shut as the young Uchiha wanted nothing more than to capture every second of her shapely frame hovering so provocatively over his. Her tongue lit a scorching fire in the depths of his mouth, the slick-sweetness of her saliva patiently but determinedly teasing a deeper, more ragged, moan from the depths of his throat.
"We'll look after you, I promise." The future Uchiha Matriarch swore, a gentle benevolence softening her haunting Byakugan eyes as Sasuke shivered unexpectedly at the slow, deliberate, undressing of his soul beneath her gaze.
It was like she knew him intimately, evocatively…eternally.
Surely, Sasuke wasn't all there. He didn't want this to stop, to breathe and have these sensations evaporate…to—.
Somehow…someway his future-self had slipped back in time.
The older counterpart of his soul was gazing at their consuming entanglement with quiet contemplation, carefully assessing and noting every spike of lust and pleasure the pair breathed as a single onyx orb twisted and twined into its own fiery Sharingan red.
Standing in the threshold of the household's only willingly occupied room, the harsh artificial light illuminated the future Uchiha Patriarch's towering hundred-and-eighty-six-centimetre frame. A single Sharingan eye drawing forth as many questions as similarities in Sasuke's mind.
Now that the teen had a moment to observe the raven-haired shinobi outside the veil of night, he couldn't help but note their eerie echo of one another. Whether it came with the identical slant of their brows, the rigid stance of their shoulders, the deep blue-black of their hair, a mournful scowl adorning apathetically lined features or their mother's paleness clinging to their skin—.
Not only that, his elder counterpart's chakra felt much the same as Sasuke's...if not inordinately heavier and more soul consuming than before. The sound of his voice as he called for Hinata, though deeper and mellower than Sasuke's own; reverberated hauntingly against the frantic beat of his heart.
"Breathe, Anata. Don't overwhelm us so much." The man hummed, the darkness surrounding him a tangible weight in the air as their chakra simultaneously and instinctively ebbed and flowed like water around the woman tenderly carding her fingers through spiky black locks.
She smiled secretively against the curl of the genin's lips, drawing back just enough to gift him a serene smile before lidding exotic ametrine orbs in her husband's direction.
"Come here, love. Don't leave me wanting." Even though the words halted the exploration of their tongues, Sasuke couldn't contain the reverberating moan reaching desperately for more.
Vivid two-tamoed Sharingan were instinctively drawn to the diamond-like string of saliva bridging their slick tongues, its thinning and stretching length snapping when he possessively jumped forward to wound his arms around a shapely waist and pull the kunoichi between his thighs.
"Mine." He couldn't help but hiss, shuddering unexpectedly when thigh-length indigo locks tumbled around him like a gossamer curtain. The twenty-seven-year-old wound him in a comforting embrace his mother often gave him when he was younger, Hinata both soothing and fracturing his mind as she fuelled the possessive desire roaring through his veins.
The Last Uchiha was burying his forehead in the stardust skin of her neck, desperately trying to dispel the mortified flush warming previously stoic cheeks.
"I'm here." His otherworldly Nineve crooned, quietly humouring Sasuke's possessive side as soft lavender eyes slanted over her shoulder to glance pointedly at her husband. He scoffed abruptly at her raised brow, sealing the fusuma with a quiet clack before shedding his cloak in a deft one-handed motion.
The Sasaukage's heavy and expansive chakra spread hauntingly across the abandoned Uchiha district, a mass of heavy black fabric pooling evocatively on the floor by his feet as he dragged an irritable palm through shoulder-length raven locks. The wrinkle of age at the corner of his eye was slightly more pronounced than before.
"Be gentle, brat. She's our Hime." The twenty-eight-year-old warned, practically breaking younger Sasuke's mind when a melodic chuckle spilled from their kunoichi's peony lips and a surprisingly incessant push bounced him off of a soft mattress.
How they arrived in his room, he mused, him seated on the edge of a meticulously made duvet and her sensually hovering over him…even he had difficulties recalling.
The young genin's mind was a maelstrom of dizzying thoughts and smouldering arousal, only her haunting lime blossom scent and fire-scorch touch a reminder he was not caught in a genjutsu. It was too real — the sensations too tangible…too encompassing…too telling of his own wants and needs to be the figment of the imagination.
Yet…
Sasuke's still developing chakra was spinning higher and tighter with the constant gold-dust pollen saturating the air. Its choking dampness making him giddy and volatile, insides squirming and eyes unable to look away as his elder counterpart stepped forward to wind thick strands of thigh-length stratos locks in his right hand.
He was pulling the starlight beauty's head back in languid submission, her mouth parting with a quiet moan as a heady dusting of pink darkened the bridge of her nose.
"Breathe, Anata. When was the last time you let go?" The Patriarch murmured, the desperate lust in Hinata's eyes lidding moonlit lavender orbs at their captive audience as the tip of a pink tongue slid sensually across soft peony lips. She was boldly gathering the eager, youthful, taste of her husband's younger-self into her mouth.
His essence was still light and minty sweet, not yet consumed by the darkness of his past and the hatred-fuelled vengeance that nearly overrun the world. The unmarked line of the kunoichi's throat as the elder tugged the central zip of her tunic down bit by bit; twisted something heady and dark in little Sasu-chan's gaze.
Those immature Sharingan depths were drawing a gasp from her lips, the Matriarch's back bowing in a sensual arch the moment her husband tugged her head to the side and dug feral teeth into the side of her neck.
"Sasuke!" She was grasping hold of the back of his head, Hinata finding delicious purchase in the thick raven-mass of his hair before forcing him bodily closer.
Simultaneously reaching a free hand forward, she cupped the younger Uchiha's cheek in a tender caress. She was tracing the little genin's instinctive response to their display, a quivering heave shaking struggling breaths as Sharingan eyes lidded in wanton need.
Her gaze roamed the hazy expression on his face before dropping to observe the heady arousal tenting beige shorts. The teen's elder counterpart too, pressed impossibly close from behind.
Sasuke not far behind in terms of desperation, grinding a startling arousal against the curve of Hinata's backside as he draped an impossibly tall frame across his wife's spine like the many, many, times they found themselves in this position before.
The twenty-eight-year-old propped his chin against her shoulder, a knowing hand briefly slipping behind her back to unfasten the wide obi-like medical pouch before dropping it on the floor with a careless clang. The weapons pouch on her right thigh followed soon after, not even a hitch in his movement as he slithered a hand between the gap of her now open tunic and greedily squeezing a bra-enclosed breast beneath.
"Hm," He purred in appreciation, propping bare feet on a dark blue duvet so he could settle Hinata's back against his chest. His thirteen-year-old counterpart, predictably, followed the unfamiliar movement of his fingers beneath Hinata's shirt with rapt attention.
The boy had yet to register his counterpart's empty left sleeve however, or the shell of a delicate ear he tugged between nibbling teeth.
Sasuke's old room was just as stark and lonely as he remembered, the obsessively clean mahogany furniture and drawn curtains preventing any outside light from cascading in. The neatly kept double bed, messily fluffed pillows and fabric covered mirror was a scare and unknowing indication the late Clan Head's family home was currently lived in.
In that moment, however, it was also the room of someone who had no wish to form connections in the village. The once precious knickknacks of his childhood and family had starkly been hidden away, the prized photo of Team Seven long since lain facedown and forgotten in a drawer by his bedside—.
It brought up a rush of memories Sasuke had not thought about in many years, even as he boldly looked his past-self in the eye.
Lost and lonely, isolated, angry, cursed by his Clan…by Orochimaru and filled with so much hate—. It was a familiar if disturbing observation, making the twenty-eight-year-old willing to dampen his obsessive possessiveness as he offered to share the deeply loving connection binding him to his wife.
Sasuke wanted nothing more than to offer his past-self a reprieve from his darkness…hope for the future, hope that one day he'd be loved despite his anguish and faults. He wanted to save himself from the self-recrimination, low self-esteem, poor coping mechanisms, spiralling madness and pain to come—.
"Anata," Hinata cautioned softly, swiftly turning her upper body to lay her forehead against his. She was passing her lips mesmerizingly over his, the Uchiha Matriarch clearly having picked up on the rhythm of his thoughts as she dug perfectly manicured nails into the back of his neck.
She was using the prick of pain to egg her husband on, expertly twisting the Triple S-Ranked shinobi's mind away from his troubles and regrets as she consumed his very being from within. Her right hand was reaching down to curl over the one slipped inside her tunic.
"More." She breathed, guiding the twenty-eight-year-old's hand down so it could rest on the supple and yielding flesh of her stomach. After three children and early retirement she had lost the strict muscle definition many kunoichi trained hours to maintain, yet never once did she regret falling into marriage with Sasuke at nineteen.
The sly curl of her husband's lips and tongue was a bold announcement of his unwavering attention however, the raven-haired shinobi bending her back towards him as a violet Rinnegan orb flashed momentarily the instant a smaller hand batted his away so it could trail nervously and curiously over Hinata's newly exposed flesh.
"Gentle." Sasuke reminded his past-self, listening intently to the quiet hitch in Hinata's breath as she captured his hand in hers and shivered at the teen kneeling, trance-like, between her legs. There was a spark of heady arousal spinning the wheel of the elder's eyes, a frown of concentration furrowing the genin's brow as he nodded.
His twin Sharingan gaze was distant but at the same time hazed in rapture, smaller palms sliding exploratorily over stardust and moonlit pale skin until he skimmed the underside of a generous bust. Sasuke was impatiently pushing the shirt from her shoulders, not caring that it was his elder counterpart that huffed and shifted back so it could drop down her arms and fall to the floor.
She was softer than he ever imagined, so soft and warm and gentle that Sasuke couldn't control the shaky inhalation icing his lips. His eyes were glued to the delicate wisteria lace encasing dusky pink nipples from his sight, supple skin yielding to his touch as couldn't hold back the desperate need to touch…to feel…to explore the heaviness of her in her in palm of his hands.
"Nnngh," He moaned softly, never having been more grateful to meeting his future self when the elder Uchiha unclasped her bra and finally bared her to his sight.
She was startlingly beautiful, pillowy softness seeming to yield in the palm of his hand as he dove forward to wrap his lips around the peak of a soft areola.
"Hn," It instantly hardened at his eager taste, the softest of sighs kissing the teen's ears as the beautiful goddess bowed back in a sensual arch. He could barely restrain himself enough to gentle his touch, his mind driven near insane by the heady taste of her skin and the roaring fire consuming his veins.
"You're doing so well, Sasu-chan." The Matriarch praised, the quiet husk of her voice giving way to a flare of arousal the moment she felt a flash of inexperienced teeth scrape wantonly across her skin.
Kami it felt good, the soft hesitation in the teen's action all but wiped away as he renewed his exploration with wholehearted neediness.
The action was so much like Sasuke.
Uchiha loved biting, it seemed. Enough so that Hinata couldn't contain the needy moan when he responded in the exact same fashion as her husband did to praise. He was always so generous in his consideration…eager to please…that his instinctual response stoked a heady impatience in the pit of her stomach.
"I'm going to make you feel so good you won't be able to think." She promised, chuckling softly when not only their younger counterpart moaned but her husband slid an impatient palm between her legs and dug desperate nails in the flesh of her thigh.
"So will I." He vowed; his past-self momentarily forgotten as deft fingers undid the button of her shorts before helping her shimmy out of the rest of her clothes. When Hinata blinked half-lidded eyes to observe the genin's gaze trained on her nude form, she couldn't help but smile as she pushed him back against a spread of dark blue pillows.
"Don't rip them." She threw over her shoulder, knowing instinctively just what being dressed in nothing but black stockings did to her husband. His wordless growl of 'I promise nothing' gave way to the heady diamond-drops the artificial light illuminated on her inner thigh.
Hinata was so wet, never before having dripped so much in desire that she could literally feel it against her legs. There was an aching emptiness sparking to life inside her soul, her very womb clenching in anticipation as she leaned forward to kiss her beloved shinobi's younger-self on the lips.
Spread willingly below her, aching in need just as much as she was; he eagerly twined a hand in her hair and grasped desperately at a quivering breast. Sasuke was moaning against her mouth in response, not sure what to do even when he so desperately needed something…something only she could give. He obediently arched back as manicured fingers slipped below his hips and traced the dip of spine.
"Up." She motioned, smiling softly as she lifted the dark blue wide-collared shirt over his head and reached for his shorts and pants.
"There we go. Much better." The indigo-haired goddess purred, dropping the garments over the side of the bed as Byakugan white eyes momentarily widened in surprise the moment her husband finally had enough of watching her effortlessly lave his younger-self with her full attention.
"I'm still here, too. Don't forget." He reminded, slipping a bare palm between her thighs and groaning in appreciation at the soaking folds he found there.
"Only I can make you like this." He hissed proudly, shuddering in sympathetic pleasure at the sticky-slick tightness stretching across his middle finger. She was his wife, his everything from morning to night and the mere sensation of her grasping at their intimate connection as he slid his fingers inside her was enough to shake a hitched inhalation from the depths of his lungs.
Fuck! He wanted her, he wanted to—.
"Mine." He hissed, teasing his wife until she squeaked. A low moan escaped the back of her throat as he slid the pad of his thumb over the delicate bead of arousal he found, an expert flick pressing down on the hardened little pearl as he trailed soothing kisses up the side of her bared neck.
He watched two-tamoed Sharingan observe his movements with wanton jealousy, understanding exactly what his younger self was going through in that moment as he failed to hold back his own needy groan.
It was strange seeing such raw need and desperation reflected on his younger features, the heady flush of the genin's cheeks belying the gasp of his breath as beads of pre-cum rolled down the flush of his arousal. The thirteen-year-old may still have a lot of growing of to do but it was still impressive seeing the arch of his hips the moment Hinata wrapped delicate fingers around the shaft of his cock.
"I-I…" He trailed off, a heavy flare of chakra breaking from the mould of youthful skin as a glitter of frustrated tears clung to long lashes. The future Matriarch was bowing forward to lick up the overwhelming emotion dripping from the corner of his eye as she barely protested her husband slipping another finger beside the first.
He was taking liberties she didn't need right now, she though. Her wetness and aching insides were more than enough to accommodate the length and girth of the teen's arousal weighing down the warmth of her palm.
In fact, Hinata didn't want to wait either. She shook her hips impatiently, reaching down to tug irritably at Sasuke's flexing wrist before positioning herself over their captive audience's straining need.
"Breathe, little Sasu-chan." She coaxed, feeling his taller counterpart's chest hum anxiously against her back. The twenty-eight-year-old was straining for breath beside her ear, his cheek pressing against her shoulder the moment she reached back to smooth her fingers across his brow.
"You'll get your turn soon enough." She promised, drinking in the amused chuckle behind her back the moment she dropped.
Genin Sasuke's startled cry echoed with howling urgency against the four walls, his virgin penetration blowing out every stunted thought and regret in the back of his mind as inexperienced hips snapped forward in inelegant need.
There was nothing but instinct waking beneath the teen's skin, nothing but the primal desperation to burry himself inside her over and over and over and over again.
To claim her, to mark her…to paint her as his—.
"Nnngh…good. So good, Sasuke." Hinata moaned appreciatively, shuddering in delight at feeling the genin physically snap as he slammed forward in a torrential surge of unbridled lust. He was losing control to his instincts in a way her Sasuke had not shown in a long time, leaving her breathless and aroused and burning for more as the presence behind her kept a one-handed grasp on her undulating hips.
"Fuck! Only you have the ability to make me lose control like this." The Patrairch claimed, moving to the side momentarily to allow his younger-self to flip a complaint Hinata on her back before burying a dripping forehead against her chest.
Twin chin-length bangs were a mess of sticky black strands, beads of strain gathering on the genin's brow as his voice dropped an octave in husky pleasure.
"Hnn…so tight. I want—." He babbled, mindless avarice-filled Sharingan staring up at Hinata from behind a curtain of raven-black strands as he fought back shuddered after shudder of unadulterated pleasure. Her gaze was seeking out her husband's next, unable to bite back a spiralling cry cracking her voice as she found mismatched Mangekyō-Wisteria Rinnegan eyes gazing back.
"Breathe, Hinata." The Sasaukage encouraged as he watched her try to hold back a scream, the sight of her Sasuke salaciously licking his lips before deliberately folding a mass of raven strands behind his left ear; left her crying in hitched response.
"Sasuke…" She moaned, back bowing as little Sasu-chan's ragged thrusts tugged and teased at her insides in a darkly-primal fulfilment. And her Beloved, he was exposing his Rinnegan just for her. It was the ultimate show of trust between dōjutsu wielders, especially considering the vulnerability it placed in their partner's hands.
This was the promise whispered over the years between them, the answering call of her own Byakugan raising to the surface as the veins in her temple enlarged and a surprisingly jerky grind of needy hips drew her back to the teen tangling his right desperately with hers.
"Please." He gasped. "Look at me." Sharingan red orbs were locked obsessive with Byakugan white the moment a shuddering cry spiralled from parted lips.
His entire existence was quaking apart inside, a heady climax building and shivering before it was shaken from his very soul. The transparent outline of a third tamoe was forming in the copy-wheel of his eyes, the comma yet to be blackened completely even if it completely snatched Hinata's attention as sticky seed flooded her womb.
She was shivering at the heady sensation, her core desperately grasping hold of his twitching cock as tiny tremors of strain wracked her frame. She was not there quite yet, reaching desperately for the elder of the two as she yanked impatiently at the front of Sasuke's wisteria waistcoat.
"Get in me." She hissed. "Now."
The Matriarch didn't even have to voice the rest of her thoughts however, a strong arm physically hoisting from the bed so she was bodily pressed against the wall next to the bed. Sasuke's towering frame engulfed her from head to toe, his mismatched eyes flashing dangerously before a filthy kiss clenched her insides and lewdly curled her toes.
Shit! Hinata hadn't even seen Sasuke move, her gaze momentarily drawn to the genin twisting on the sheets to follow them with partially formed three tamoes as a brief rustle of cloth and clinking belt belayed the familiar and pleasurable girth mercilessly splitting her open.
"SASUKE!" She howled; head thrown back at his initial thrust as she couldn't help but come. A single arm curled around her lower back to support her suddenly quivering frame, neither of them needing an introduction to answer each other's needs as nothing but pleasure veiled their astonished features.
Sasuke didn't falter, violently fucking her through her first orgasm determined to chase her to her next. Their movements speaking of years of soul-deep intimacy and understanding as they fell into a familiar rhythm of give and take and spiralling towards a soul-fulfilling end.
The Sasaukage couldn't stop his raging savageness if tried, shivering in a small sympathetic orgasm as she tensed in his grasp with pleasured/pained gasps. He knew he was ramming up against her cervix at just the right angle to make her come without touching anything else, mercilessly driving her awareness deeper and faster and needier into rapture as she could do nothing but cling to his shoulders.
Scrabbling fingernails were digging bruises through his clothes, her entire frame shuddering one, twice, thrice and a fourth time before she fell apart a second and quickly third time.
Fuck! But she was beautiful, his Byakugan Hime practically strangling his arousal in her release as his knees threatened to buckle from the smouldering waves of pleasure.
"Hinata!" He was surprised, his own release yanked from his soul without a single word as he shivered helplessly. He was emptying shot after shot of his seed inside her, unable to stop himself from recording the feral bliss on her features with his Sharingan as the hypnotic shimmer of thigh-length indigo locks swayed with their undulating hips.
The movements were meant to prolong the taste of their otherworldly pleasure, veins heated and dosed with euphoria as time completely stilled.
Sasuke never wanted this moment to stop, his mind reeling as he shakily allowed himself to slide to the floor. He guided Hinata down with him, her head coming to rest against his thigh regardless of the wet mess the front of his trousers had become from her release.
The couple were basking openly in the roaring after-glow of their entanglement, only the prick of a stare drawing the Patrairch from his relaxed enjoyment as he rested his back against the wall. He was propping up a languid knee, right hand carding through his wife's sweaty indigo bangs as a gloating smirk pulled up the corner of his lips.
His raven-haired counterpart was gazing at them with half-lidded jealousy, his own satisfaction earlier owed to his cat-like sprawl atop dishevelled sheets as the artificial light illuminated Uchiha pale skin. The genin said nothing, an unspoken understanding passing between the different temporal aspects of the same man as the Sasaukage turned his mind inward to assess the flow of his chakra.
He was rearranging chin-length black bangs over half his face, surprised his counterpart had yet to speak up when Hinata rose momentarily to kiss her husband on the lips and caressed the stub of his left arm. It was done in a loving manner, a flood of iryōchakra briefly boosting his own reserves as she draped herself over his lap.
This quiet and gentle closeness was her asking if he was alright, he knew. Her quiet concern yielding only when he answered her with a lazy nod. He was exhausted but not enough that his health was compromised.
Sasuke didn't move for a while, not with Hinata dozing so happily against his thigh as she never once tried to cover herself from twin Uchiha eyes constantly trailing her naked form. The fact that there was rather noticeable tears in her black stockings flashed a brief sense of male-satisfaction through Sasuke's veins.
He just found the reason why he loved tearing them so much, a subconscious predilection he had definitely inherited from losing his virginity. He had always wondered why he found the sight so appealing, even if it cost him his wife's ire whenever they were out on a rare mission together and could no longer control themselves.
. . .
Slipping a senbon from the pouch situated against her lower back, Uchiha Hinata hummed a quiet lullaby as she wound impossibly long locks in a disordered twist. Pinning it in place with a makeshift kanzashi, the humid steam of the shower she just exited clung to moonlit pale skin.
She was slipping passed the door fully dressed, her ruined stockings bundled away in an unsuspecting weapons pouch as she quietly mourned the loss. Even if their mission had been somewhat complete by the time they slipped through the portal, it was a strange sensation being disordered before their report to the Hokage or bearing carnal, finger-shaped, bruises on her thighs for anyone but her husband to see.
Sasuke had been trying to get them home earlier when they were surprised by an attack, one Hinata cursed herself for missing when she was complacent in thinking they were safe enough to drop their guard. The fact that her Beloved still protected her by shoving her through the darkness first, reminded her that though peace was prevalent after the Fourth Great Shinobi War…it wasn't always guaranteed when it came to high-profile shinobi on diplomatic missions.
Either way, she was more concerned about the young teen they had to leave behind. He was currently curled up in bed fast asleep, Hinata having made sure to clean him up, dress him and tuck him in after he fell into unconsciousness.
There had been a dark exhaustion clinging to the teen's mind and limbs when he finally succumbed, a frown even furrowing her husband's brow when he happily finished what his younger-self started for a second time. He was fully dressed by the time she crossed the threshold of the room, chokutō once more hidden in the folds of his cloak as he leaned over the slumbering genin with fierce determination.
A gloved palm was resting on the teen's unmarred forehead, a steady thrum of chakra belaying the activation of his Sharingan as the Sasaukage fed a steady stream of violet-black chakra inside the teen's skull. There was a bead of sweat slipping down Sasuke's jaw, the strain of having to maintain such delicate chakra control not an easy task with the reserves and high-level techniques he possessed.
Hinata instantly stepped forward to lay a comforting palm on his back, her own wisteria-white chakra flowing freely as she augmented an anchor for him to draw from. Memory seals aided by the Rinnegan were draining, Hinata knew…especially when one had to carefully sever every memory pathway, neural connection and hormonal imbalance in the hopes of the recipient never noticing the gap in their thoughts.
It took several long minutes before a quiet sigh of relief flowed from her husband's lips, the frown in his younger-self's brow smoothing to a sleepy wrinkle as the teen twisted restlessly in his sleep before quieting with a contented grunt.
Sweeping forward, one last time, to press a settling kiss on the boy's brow, Hinata stepped away with a distinct ache in her chest as she laid her forehead against the towering figure by her side.
She didn't have to voice the words she so desperately wanted to say, knowing instinctively she'd only pain her Beloved by wishing his younger self would never have to walk the pained path he had. It was—.
"Are you ready?" A rumbling baritone startled the Hime from her thoughts, drawing ametrine irises toward a single Eternal Mangekyō before the air shimmered a step behind them. It was time for them to leave, the Byakugan wielder lifting gentle fingertips to push her husband's bangs behind his left ear so they could gaze at each other in naked understanding.
"I'll be alright." He soothed, mismatched eyes gazing off to the side before the gentlest and sincerest of smiles ghosted his lips. It was a sight that, like always, stuttered achingly through her heart with the sheer amount of affection and love she could possess for a single human being.
That shy, loving, smile he only ever gifted to her and their children.
"I will find you in the future again." It was a promise, she knew. One meant for her ears only.
Hinata stood on her tip-toes, brushing a kiss on her Uchiha's lips before smiling playfully in return.
"Hmm," She hummed. "Just think how much fun you'll have undoing that seal once we get home." The burst of laughter she surprised from his lips was like music to her ears, the very air suffocating in a spiral of chakra before a yawning gateway of black opened before them.
It was indeed time they returned home, she though. She couldn't wait to deal with the fallout when that seal was finally undone. They'd have to ask Shino if he could look after the kids for the rest of the weekend. It had been too long since it had been just them, after all.
They deserved some time to themselves.
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