Dude, this must be the longest chap ever. 6k PLUS words. But I gotta put it all in there to match the next event ;) I better get long reviews for this lol

WARNING: M rated, dear saints.

Chapter 25: Brutally, Catastrophically, Chaotically

Hinata couldn't sleep that night.

No matter how many time she tossed and turned, trying to find a comfortable position to sleep, her consciousness wouldn't let her rest and float to slumberland. Physically, she was tired beyond words after so many mind-throbbing problems in one day. Mentally, she was exhausted, yet thoughts raced like car racers in her head, never-ending.

Moon shone through the cracks of her thick drapes into the rich, mahogany floor of her simple yet decorative room. White irises studied the intricate mosaic designs of her ceiling, courtesy of Hanabi—a present to her on her seventeenth birthday. Without having to utter through words, her little sister would always know when something was on her mind. Hinata sometimes had trouble sleeping so to help her big sister, Hanabi, the wild yet sweet sibling, gifted her a tapestry and ceiling-engravings. Something unusual but definitely special. The beautiful tapestry—hung on her opposing wall—was laced with an elaborate gold lines and cursive florals and words that always put her mind at ease.

But it seemed to be less effective now. Nothing could put her to sleep.

She recalled coming home with tears streaming down her face like an ugly wailing animal close to pathetically dying and seeing the astounded looks of her clansmen. As Ko had left her after affectionately kissing her forehead, she had been told her father had been waiting for her to come to him in his usual training room.

Hinata had been ready to receive numerous scolding from her father because she had failed at…whatever it was she thought she had been doing. When her eye set on the expression of Hiashi's stone-cold face, she was this close to bursting out in tears, collapsing on the ground and thrashing like crazy because her mind wasn't as accommodating anymore. So imagine her surprise when her father had languidly stood up, came up to her and rested his wrinkled and strong hand on top of her head. "Rest" he had told her, followed by a muffled "I'll send someone to clean you up".

Surprisingly enough he hadn't brought up the rumored circumstances pertaining her possibly fraternizing with the Uchiha. Hinata didn't know why, but she was aware that Hiashi knew that Sasuke had been her bodyguard all along. It was either he knew the delicate condition of her daughter's mentality and chose not to burden her like a caring father or he was too disappointed to even speak to her about it. One thing was for sure, Hiashi did not favor the idea of his daughter consorting with the likes of Sasuke.

Flipping on her left side for the nth time, she almost screamed her heart out upon noticing a dark lump cozying next to her, staring her down with onyx and purple eyes. Feeling self-conscious, Hinata pulled at the comforter to cover her flimsy negligee. There was no way Sasuke was able to pass the high-security guards outside without being noticed. He was skillful, yes, but Hyugas are sharp-sighted even without their Byakugan.

"Sasuke, what are—"

The kiss was scoldingly hot. Not in the good way. Although hating him at the moment, she expected the familiar spark to ignite and bring her closer to him. Instead there was a certain fear creeping underneath her skin and she had every right to be apprehended by this…man. Whoever he was.

He straddled her hip and glazed down at her with lustful eyes, looking about ready to gobble her down. "I'll eat you," he grinned. "I'll do it. Right here."

No. No, no, no. This couldn't be happening. She was sane. She was sane. Hinata clutched her head and squeezed her eyes shut, ignoring the phantom kisses trailing down her neck and latched onto her every patch of skin as she muttered series of prayers.

"What's the matter, princess?" He kissed her scarred hands, one she was familiar with, trailing his wet, firm tongue down the marred skin. "Too scared to speak?" He rested his hand on her abdomen. "You better hope you're alright here. Otherwise you're no good to me."

She let out a shrill of high-pitched scream, thrashing her legs in an attempt to fend him off, but he only slipped his intrusive hand up her slip, trailing cold sensation up her inner thighs. "Make it stop!" Everything disgusted her, even herself. When the effects of the illusion that surrounded her completely until there was no possible escape became palpable, she surrendered herself to the feel of his icy hands, trailing along her backside up the slope of her waist until she was entangled in him, as if he was a snake approaching his prey. This isn't Sasuke, she reiterated in her mind until it was engraved to the interior.

Sasuke's touch was familiar, warm—sometimes searingly hot—gentle, calloused and held a certain subtle care as if not to break her. This was one was everything but that. No, this was the disguise her mind tried to perceive of him. No matter her feelings for him, she wanted to see him as the bad one. But she couldn't. Not even after everything he had done.

His hands became erratic and a smile spread across his lips, curling softly like a devious one. His hand strayed away from her skin, reaching somewhere behind him that wasn't visible to Hinata, returning with a little gleaming light that caught her attention. The Katana, lit by the moonlight, clear as the day. Sasuke raised it towards her neck, pressing gently but firmly against her carotid area and releasing a small amount of blood. She didn't flinch, merely awaiting his strike.

"Mine. Mine to ruin." As the sword raised higher in the air, she braced for the unbearable pain it would surely ensue. The strike to the abdomen elicited the first shriek that broke through the barrier of her room and soon Hinata was grabbed gently by smaller, more feminine hands, shaking her and attempting to restrain her thrashing.

"Hinata, Hinata!" Hanabi's soft voice rang in her hearing range as her eyes shot open, red from crying, and she was promptly jostled up. Her breathing was irregular and she almost had a cardiac arrest by the way she was breathing violently and crying at the same time. The little Hyuga engulfed her in a tight hug as she caressed her heaving back. "It's okay. It's okay. You were having…a nightmare, I think. Everything's alright."

When reality dropped like a bomb on her, Hinata's cries become less horrified and more emotional as she returned the much-needed embrace from her younger sister whom she hadn't seen for a long time now. It had merely been a month to be exact, but it felt like years since she knew how to live without the ever constant presence of her ANBU bodyguard. With every sob and hiccup, Hanabi continuously drew calm circles around the small of her sister's back—growing sadder as she listened to Hinata's muttering about certain things that wasn't making sense. Of course she had been told and warned to let her older sister rest for a few days before a medic would come to check on her in the morning, and she knew the atrocities done to Hinata, but she never anticipated this.

"Do you want to talk about it, sis?"

"No, Hanabi! I don't!" screeched Hinata.

"Okay." Hanabi couldn't imagine herself leaving Hinata's side again for tomorrow's interrogation. Ibiki can suck it up.

"Do you want some water, Sasuke?"

He stared numbly into the space.

Sakura nodded in understanding. She slid into the seat facing him in the kitchen's table. "Naruto…Um, Naruto, he couldn't…" She stilled her erratic exhalation. "Naruto is on lockdown until further notice. Kakashi-sensei didn't want him out. He went bolting after you after he found out you were back at the Cloud. And after the last verdict was given, Naruto was angry and went into a prolonged speech of how he was going to save you and convince others of your innocence." A melancholy smile quirked her red lips. "Unfortunately, that could tip the balance more and enraged the higher-ups and the Kages so we have to lock him down in his apartment with hundreds of seals and ANBU operatives standing guard."

Sasuke probed his elbow on the table and ran his palm across his handsome features, running them through his hair as well in a frustrated manner. "So it's settled, then? No other foolish people trying to backup my sorry ass?"

Sakura scowled. "No," she shook her head dismissively. "Shikamaru and Kakashi-sensei have a plan—"

"And then what? You think the Kages are going to let it go just like that? No, they have more sticks up their asses than to believe one man's alibi. And that's assuming it will even work, which I highly doubt. Let's just all face the fact that there is no saving me. I'm a dead man."

A whimper retched out of her throat as Sakura hastily covered her face with her pink hair, hiding away her exotic features and letting the streams of water fall from eyes, possibly ruining her small amount of make-up.

Sasuke stared at her with an unreadable expression, remembering Hinata's melted face not long ago. Both crying for his sake, yet entirely different in terms of everything. Sasuke didn't compare them because there was nothing to compare about. Sakura was his friend—maybe best friend if she wasn't so obsessive about her non-existing relationship with him. And Hinata was…well, she was his destroyer. She certainly did the job hours ago anyway. She had the power to shed Sasuke Uchiha's armor, dig her hand into his chest and pull out his heart like that.

"Sakura," Despite his apathetic tone and the lack of passion across his indifferent face, Sasuke at least had the decency to respect Sakura at her hardest and maybe even console her, even more so when the source of her inner turmoil was because of him. "Stop…crying."

Words were so easy described from anyone's mouth. Stop crying, if only if it was that easy, to have a complete master control over your body, their functions and the emotions reverberating through your fibers and driving something out of you without your consent. Crying was something that slowly evolved to a routine to Sakura back in the days. Honestly, albeit her consciousness allowing her to grow up past that phase again, there were times where she could only handle so much. At least the reasons were too strong, too effective to be able to deplete her tolerance in withholding her emotional feelings.

Why was she crying? Sakura found out she was tearing up for more than one reason. Firstly, she was left breathless and unable to comprehend the notion of Sasuke not being around anymore, and the fact that he was already giving up. Secondly, once the event passes and Sasuke dies…what would happen to Naruto? Thirdly, it crushed her very soul and cut every circuits of breaths out of her lungs when she coincidentally stumbled upon Sasuke towering over Hinata's still figure moments ago. Although not part of Konoha's underground intelligence, there were times where she snuck inside the Hokage tower to eavesdrop in certain conversations after Sasuke had uncharacteristically left in haste in the direction of Cloud Village. It was strange and an oddity in itself that Kakashi spent less time avoiding the paperwork and simply reading his sinful novels, but that proved to be even more difficult to understand when Hiashi paid the sixth more than occasional visits to be counted as nothing remotely serious. She overheard things…mainly two names clashed in one sentence, Sasuke and Hinata battling obscured obstacles in Kumo.

Still, imagine her surprise of having witnessed it right in front of her. The way Sasuke gazed down at her…Sakura thought she'd never see that expression past his cold face ever. Never in a lifetime. Yet it was there, visible, legible and palpable. Love and heartbreak. Did he even have a heart to break?

"Sasuke," she sobbed through hiccups and fished a tissue under the folds of her shirt to wipe at the remains of her tears under her eyes. "Tell me the truth now." He braced. He was ready for whatever to come. For the fire. "Did…Did you ever love me? Just once? For a split second?"

"Yes." There was no hesitation and Sakura almost fell out of the stool.

Elatedly, eyes lit her sorrowed face again. "Really—"

He held up a hand. "Though here comes the question on which kind of love you refer to. Because I've a feeling it's completely different than your expectations."

Sakura faltered. "Love. As an equal. Love. As a lover, Sasuke."

He played with the salt shaker, mind somewhere else. "I'll be blunt. I don't love you like that, Sakura. I only ever see you as a precious comrade. Not once have I felt anything more than that."

A breath released was hedged. A serene yet bitter smile adorned on her face despite tears gushing out her eyes. "So…all this time…hoping…only for nothing?"

"You can't control my feelings—No, you can't force any feelings on anyone."

"But…you came to me…initially."

Yes, he did. But only because he couldn't stand the face she made every time she saw him, glum and sad. That was his mistake and he recognized and owned it as one. "That was my fault." Being kind with his words wasn't his way to go about this topic. Straightforwardness was something he usually used. "I don't love you and I never will. If I wasn't clear about ending whatever alienation we had before, I'm establishing it now. There's nothing more anymore."

A smile again. Somehow Sakura had an odd way of showing her saddened state, yet a preferable one. Sasuke was already irritated for having to repeat himself twice now.

"So" she started after a stretched silence of her wiping her eyes and blowing out her nose. "it's Hinata, isn't it?" She watched him stiffened and walls built up around him as he scowled, but nonetheless continued. "I don't know what happened between you and her, and I don't think I need to understand. It was in front of my face a while ago. Clearly the one who can handle you truthfully and manage to break through your iron walls around your heart wasn't going to be me. I…" she played with the torn tissue. "Somehow I must've known that. Somewhere deep inside where my insistence doesn't exist. But…it hurt finding out about it. Why does other woman who isn't me can maintain a hold on your wild soul, Sasuke Uchiha?"

"You tell me," he uttered in a small voice. Mainly because he was confused as well. Fate had a way of playing with him, hadn't it?

A joyful chuckled escaped her lips, hiding a cry of agony. "I think you aren't supposed to know and neither do I. Love works in a mysterious way. No greater being can explain it."

Yes, but that aggravated him. Sasuke would like to know something before having it shoved to him. What was the word love? He had been asking himself that the moment he felt it for Hinata. Love done damage to numbers of Uchiha. It created monsters from the ashes of it. Their passion and strong feelings can easily turn the opposite once fate toy with them. What a man feels, feels twice for an Uchiha. What a man loves, loved twice by an Uchiha with searing intensity. So imagine the lost of that loved one or in the process of losing them. Hate was bound to arise from what was left of that love.

So the occasional needs to strap Hinata to something, hidden away from the world, and only for him to play and touch…was normal. He loved her that much, it was normal, wasn't it?

That is how love work. Yes.

A silence was ensued after, but it wasn't an uncomfortable one. Merely the pleasant atmosphere of a roadblock being erased and they were two friends again trying to maintain what was left of their friendship. Sakura might have a hard time coping, but she was a strong, independent woman. She'd survive.

"What will you do now?" she queried lightly, hesitantly. "Are you that keen on giving up?"

"No," he said instead, "I don't think anyone is willing to give up their life like that. Certainly not me. I'll follow through with Shikamaru's and Kakashi's plan. And if that doesn't work…I'll leave for good."

"I understand," she responded silently, closing her eyes.

Slowly, leisurely, she was beginning to understand him fully. Not as her potential lover, but as a precious comrade. Although it was painful, she was able to see him in another, different angle.

"Excuse you, fuckface!" screamed Hanabi with indignation, securing her arms protectively around her older sister, eyes blazing white as she went up to Ibiki's face. "I have the right to accompany my sister to the prison cell! I'm a Hyuga's daughter so I'm warranted. Secondly, I don't trust Hinata with any of you for a second, so go tell that to the sixth!"

"Hanabi, enough!" Hinata hissed grabbing her sister by the elbow and pulling her aside. "I have to do this. Alone. You already accompanied me enough."

A look of perplexed crossed Hanabi's beatific face. "Sis, you know I have to do this. I don't trust you alone anymore. Not with anyone. Not even with any of the Hyugas. You're too fragile."

Hinata neglected to mention that the damage was already done, but she let her sister followed her into the interrogation room nonetheless not long ago as Ibiki and Ino—who was worried sick for her—extracted the dark memories out of her mind to produce it on a clear paper for the trials. Words couldn't convey how annoyed Ibiki became when Hanabi, on the sideline, continued to blabber about Konoha's lack of care in taking care of their citizens that it ensued Hinata mental mutilation caused by the Kumo Ninjas. At one point, Ibiki ordered his subordinates to rid of her but ended up getting lectured by both Ino and Hanabi. Ino, because she understood Hanabi's concerns. Hanabi, because she was a proper bitch in progress. She'd grow up well, that one. Headstrong and fit for a leader. Hinata wasn't alright that the title was reinstated to her when Hiashi was dangling it right above Hanabi's head, but she was cool with it. Was even overjoyed for having the burdens lift off her shoulders.

"Hanabi—"

"You know, I don't even get why you want to see his criminal face. He's a damn traitor who just ended up brainwashing you. If I tell you how angry father was when he found out about that, you'd devastated. The amount of boulders he broke in our dojo was countless. He was that mad, and I was too. Like, what was the Hokage thinking, letting a lowlife nomad like him around you? Now he's dragged you into his problems and you're paying the price. He should just—"

"Hanabi, stop this instance!" She snapped intolerantly, shocking her sister and making Ibiki tune in to their conversation. "Look," she amended, clasping Hanabi's thin hand lovingly, "I can handle this, alright? There's nothing you need to worry about. I'm just going to have a quick talk with him. It's going to take a while so just wait for me in the café nearby. Okay?"

"Yes, but—"

"Okay, Hanabi?" she pleaded with an imploring look.

She rolled her eyes. "Fine, fine. Okay! Just break his handsome face if he tries anything. Subtle fan girls wouldn't be too bumped when he dies ugly."

Hinata quelled the urge to reprimand her sister with harsh repercussion for her careless mouth as Ibiki wordlessly led her into a dark corridor, a lonesome one. The cells were mostly empty, vacant. Most inmates were transferred to another island of prison where they would live the rest of their lives while the others were on parole or serving community service. This ground level was appointed and built for the most highest-ranking criminals in history, waiting to ship them to the island prison, but not Sasuke. His execution was taking here, in Konoha—his birthplace.

Unconsciously, she shivered when Ibiki inserted a key into a certain barricaded door, unlocking series of locks as if a beast was taking refuge inside. She pulled her lavender jacket closer and cursed herself for wearing long skirt. It was honestly her pajama since she wasn't supposed to be out of bed. Tsunade recommended her to stay home for about a month so her father forbid her from using her ninja gears. She felt vulnerable without them.

Finally upon releasing the last chain of locks, the interrogator turned to her with a blank face. "Don't take too long. The scoundrel will take advantage of that. He will be decapitated tomorrow. There will be no change."

She bit her tongue to swallow her retort and hesitated in her steps. Sure, she requested to see him and Kakashi granted her his permission, but…she didn't have time to make sure she was even ready. A grunt from Ibiki indicated her to step through the frame and, out of surprise due to her jumpy state, she raced forward. She didn't register she was inside until the door behind her closed with a scrunching sound of locks.

And the eerie silence of solitude stretched in the room.

A breathing, though not so prominent.

It was terribly dark with no source of window to let a beam of sunlight through, but she was able to make out the outline of a shrouded figure hunched and collected behind the thick rods of bars. Once she tempted to step nearer to the iron bars did she see him clearer. Dark, tousled locks hung over his hanging head situated in the dark. His arms were placed over his long legs as he stuck to staring at the terrains between his legs. He was dressed in all black, just as she knew him. For some reason, he was shirtless, exposing inks of sealings and brands placed on his upper skin. This was the state of a lawbreaker, and she was hit by the sudden onslaught to trace her fingers across those marks as she reminded him he wasn't so in her eyes.

The entrance to the cell was unlocked. "Sasuke."

Her soft voice shifted him, but it was too good to be true so he ignored it. It was only the second time that he had the courage to raise his charcoal and violet eyes up and lingered lazily on her angelic face. "Hinata," he said breathlessly, "Why are you here?"

She swallowed her saliva to aid her dry throat. "I don't know."

"Get out of here."

"No."

A creaking noise was a confirmation to her that he was standing up and making his way to the bars with leisure strides, as if he was mocking her presence there, as if he was testing wether she was really here. Once very close to the iron rods, Hinata instinctively stepped closer to his line of vision. Smartly, she kept her lavender gaze downwards, unable to face him. So many emotions ran through her at once, and she was drowning in them, sinking to the bottom.

"Hinata," she felt his cold, rough hand caressing her jaws and tilting her chin up harshly. She was forced to hold his piercing glare. "Do you hate me?"

A single question that had many answers.

Yes, she hated him with burning passion. How could he appear so ready to throw away his life when she was right there slowly dying inside? He was a selfish bastard. One that she unfortunately loved too much to care.

No, she didn't. Because if she did, why did she even harbor this feelings for this cursed man?

She wished she hated him rightfully. It would save her the trouble.

Hinata saw Sasuke for what he truly was. So like everyone else she should hate him, but by god did her nightmares began to accumulate brimfully when the thought of his death resurfaced. She was upset with herself that despite everything he had done, all those people he had killed for her, every rumor proven to be true and his involvement with Sakura…she still loved him.

Yeah, she was stupid. She couldn't care less.

"Yes, I do," she grabbed the bars, gazing at him longingly. "And I still love you, you stupid, stupid bodyguard."

Despite everything? Sasuke thought. He couldn't help but feel as if there was still anger and contemplation inside her mind, but he was possibly going to die. Her words and blindness were spoken out of true fear of losing him. Because he couldn't believe for one second that Hinata could forgive him that easily if he had more time.

"I couldn't sleep at all yesterday thinking of your dead body, beheaded," she hedged through her words, eyes red. "You would've—"

She took a sharp intake of breath and almost jolted upon sensing a pair of cold lips kissing her fingers clutching the rods with death-like grip. His eyes were half-lidded as they bore down on her all the while pressing his lips across her shivering digits with sensual undertone that left her shaking and breathless.

"Sasuke."

He hummed in respond, darting out his tongue and slipping her index finger inside his mouth, suckling at her sweet finger.

She rested her head against the iron and sniffed. "Why didn't you run away when you had the chance?"

"Because I don't want to leave you." He kissed her palm with such care that was rather suggestive. "And I don't want you out of my sight again."

In a swift moment, Sasuke threw open the unlocked entrance to his cell and practically grabbed a scared Hinata into his arm, locking his lips with hers. A guttural noise erupted deep within his throat like starved creature when Hinata's hesitation subsided and she pressed against him back with open want and equal hunger. A gasp ensued his tongue down her throat as he slammed her fragile form against the bars, pressing the erected hardness of him, warm and thick, against the inner cave between her trembling legs. He began to grind against her heaving form, her breast pebbled up against his bare chest as he delved with abandonment into her mouth, stroking each wet walls like how he'd imagine his arousal scraping against her intimate place that only he had the access to. No one else.

There was no room for slow, emotional, savoring sex when they knew a possibility of his death existed.

He wanted her fast and hard. Savage and rough. Several times. He didn't want to hear any heartbreaking goodbyes. Or her proclamation of love. He didn't want to have to witness the tears streaming down her lovely cheeks as her sinfully beautiful lips uttered his name in such way that was different from her usual cry of lust. This wasn't the end. Sasuke gave up the notion of finally letting death consume him. He had a reason to live for now.

Raising the skirt that reached her ankle with ferocity enabled Hinata to gather the last segment of sanity and bolted for his wrists, white eyes frantic, "We…We can't do it here. The guards. Ibiki. Everyone."

"So what? Let them hear your screams," he hissed and lifted the skirt up to her flat stomach, ignoring her yelp of protest. "That'll give the bastards a good show."

"Sasuke," she whined, but eyes screwed to an immediate shut upon sensing his hands skimming softly her thighs up and down, and having his hot breath fanning against her neck. Then he lowered his head to tear open her shirt into shreds and suck her nipples ruthlessly similar to tormented child—biting and swirling his tongue around the peaked, pink flesh. She moaned, scraping her manicured fingers against his scalp, digging her nose into his hair.

He rode his hands up her thigh, growling in approval that she wasn't wearing any panties, making the job to feast on her much easier. Sasuke kneeled down before her, causing her eyes clouded with wanton lust to widen because Sasuke Uchiha never bows down before anyone. Not to the Gods, not the Hokage, family, no one. But her. His Hinata. Their eyes stayed locked for a long, stretched moment as his hand simultaneously gripped her hipbones, jutted strong jaws belting forward until his lower face was deeply coated against her wet folds.

"Sasuke!" She muffled her mouth with the sleeves of her jacket, tears accumulating in the corners of her eyes as the pleasure raked through the entirety of her body and her panting became uneven. Hinata felt her body being slightly lifted off the ground to rest against Sasuke's broad, muscled shoulders, inserting his ravenous tongue deeper in her wet whole. "Yes," she encouraged, grabbing a handful of his dark locks as she felt her body rock up and down under Sasuke's doings, riding his face with abandon.

Sasuke thought he never tasted anything so incredibly good and sweet on his tongue than this honeyed nectar. His eyebrows arched in concentration and strained to rein himself before jumping her greedily. Her clitoris was grazed against his upper teeth as it moved like a bell. Tongue elongated and deep inside as her walls tightened around the intruder. His nails dug into the very flesh of her thighs, pleasure exploded from his own and shot down to his loins, making it so compacted in his pants until he let out a few spews of precums just at the mere glance at her face, tilted back, mouth opened in a silent cry.

It didn't take her that long to release in his mouth. He drank it all, greedy and wanting, not even saving some for the lubrication, but the wetness of her walls and the liquid coating his dick would have to suffice. Her taste was exquisitely sweet.

Sasuke raised to his full height, using the back of his hand to wipe at every remnants of her essence around his mouth. He grinned at her. "I remember when I tasted you for the first time in that forest. You taste sweeter now." Hurriedly, with not a moment to waste, he grabbed the back of her thighs and hoisted her up against his pelvis and she reflexively wrapped her dainty legs around his narrowed waist, arms secured around his neck.

He froze when he felt her ferociously licking, kissing and biting at his neck and shoulder, like a little angry, playful kitten. The uncalled anticipation and foreign sensation overrode every last rational thought as Hinata gifted him with series of bruises. "Sasuke," she whispered against his ear before tugging at it. Emboldened by his stiffness, she ground her hips against his engorging member. "I want you. Inside of me. Now." One of her hands traveled down to his pectorals, sharp nail brushing against his nipple.

He seethed through his teeth in pleasure, "Fuck, Hinata."

She pulled back to gaze at his face, opening her eyes. The adventurous hand reached downwards, past the streak of hair traveling down under his navel, feeling his impressive muscles. "Do with me as you please."

Tell me that you love me.

Lava surged through his veins, followed by liquid of ice, then fire, lighting over his body and hardening his muscles. Unable to resist her pearlescent eyes and wet, red lips gaped open anymore, he advanced forward, kissing her hard and inserting his thick, enormous shaft inside of her.

It hurts. Say that you love me, Sasuke.

Like always, it hurt so much her eyes stung. His size wasn't the accommodating one for her. The pain was unbearable no matter how many times they did it before. He was always particularly large and hard as steel, not easily satiated even after three rounds, but this beat among everything else. He was too hard and large, circulating with pumping sperms that wanted to fertilized her heavily. She even felt it as he pierced her, the running semens, surging and yearning to be let out. The penetration itself was painful, yes, but the rough thrusts that followed after was too excruciating, she cried, marking his shoulder with crescent-shaped marks from her nails, but she didn't want him to recoil away from their heat.

When the pain subsided, onslaught of pure bliss and ecstasy followed that had her eyes rolling back to her skull as she heard the gruff grunts from Sasuke. The metal rods behind her slammed against the cemented roots under his monstrous strength and probably alerting the guards outside, but she barely felt a speck of care in her to worry about them. "Faster," she breathed.

He obliged. That was what he had been planning to do, just waiting for her permission.

"No, faster,"she whimpered, feeling him numerously bumping her cervix and releasing precums inside her womb.

He was holding back. Not entirely sheathed inside the hilt. In frustration, one of her hands reached and grasped his tone ass, nails digging and plunging his cock deeper inside, which Sasuke tried to fight against.

Pushing his bangs backwards along with his sweat, he intensely stared at her, resting his forearm above her against the metallic bars all the while continuously pounding inside of her with inhumane speed. "I'll break you."

"I don't care."

That did it. A screech of pure horror mixed with ardor elicited throughout the room, certainly alarming the guards, but Ibiki was serious when he mentioned not to intrude unless the sensory that detected the Hyuga's Chakra spiked as if in danger. This was anything but that.

Sasuke took her everywhere in the small cell, up against every wall, ground, the seat. Until his phallus finally went down, though that took quite a few rounds to do the trick. By that time, he regretted doing so. Hinata couldn't walk anymore and her clothes were soiled, shredded. The prison reeked of pure musk, manliness, her lavender scent and something in between, a clear, unambiguous smell of sex. If the aroma wasn't any stronger indication at all, the terrains was, littered with the…ahem, evidence of their mixed passion.

The Uchiha pulled up his pants and covered Hinata's naked form with a piece of prison blanket, kneeling before her. "Are you okay?"

"No," she answered truthfully, but she smiled although very weary. This time he truly outdone himself, and he was lucky she only ever fainted once in between the rounds. Her porcelain skin was covered—every inch—with his marks, bruises and everything. Him as well. "You completely exhausted me."

"You asked for it." His hand lingered on her covered thigh. The guards would be coming soon and Hanabi must be screaming her lungs out due to her prolonged session with Sasuke. Two-three hours or so had they been at it. "They're coming to pick you up." His voice was husky and raspy from the sex, but Hinata could easily decipher the sadness and longing in them.

This might as well be the last time.

Say that you love me, Sasuke. Don't leave me like this feeling so unsure.

No, don't. Do not make me wait and hope.

"I love you, Sasuke," she said instead, "so much."

Say it back.

Don't say it back.

A rare, lazy smile graced his striking features, although a sad one. "Princess, princess, princess," he sang playfully, drawing circles on her thigh with his fingers. "You make me do so many things for you." His smile waned, and he leaned forwards, knowing well the consequences of his words, but he couldn't do anything about it. "I love you, Hinata. Brutally, catastrophically, chaotically."

Now you've done it.

She sobbed against his chest, holding onto him tightly even when she heard the cell open and Ibiki's uncharacteristically gentle voice called and told her that her time was up. Sasuke held her heaving back, closing the large blanket tightly around her until there was no skin to show other men, but he found himself yearning to touch her, just one more time.

"Hinata," he said on top of her head. "Go."

"No!"

"Lady Hyuga," Ibiki unsurely called again. "Please, your father is devastated. Leave now."

"No!" She wrapped her hands around his waist tightly and Sasuke chided himself for responding almost immediately and glared at Ibiki. "I don't want to let you go, stupid, stupid Sasuke!"

"Sis!" Hanabi pushed aside Ibiki, slightly blushing at the smell of sex in the air and grabbed her sister, sparing the Uchiha a glance. "Hinata, please. Please, let's go home. You're not well."

"No, no, no!" Frantically shaking her head, Hinata found herself unable to release him, and him vice versa. "I'm fine! I can't—"

Unable to witness his heart shattering to another pieces, Sasuke held her shoulders firmly, pulled her away and the last thing Hinata saw was his red blood eye setting her in a trance before she collapsed in his arms.

Ewieeee!!

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