A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY SASUKE!

WARNINGS: Mature Language and Themes, Abduction, Torture, Non-Consensual Intimacy

My Lovely Abductor

"Wait. Who are you again?"

Sasuke narrowed his dark gaze on the unexpectedly skilled kunoichi standing before him. His long fingers stretched, then curled tightly as his sore, bruised wrists twisted in their restraints above his head. He instantly realized he was cut off from his chakra. Unsure if it was the binds or some other form of suppression, even his implanted arm was not immune.

Without acknowledging his presence, the woman lit a votive candle in the large dark room with a small flame emitted from her finger. Maintaining his unruffled stoicism, he quietly took in his surroundings. No windows, thick stone walls that bounced every muffled whisper, and not a door in sight. He pondered, 'Where the hell am I?'

When the silence made him think she would ignore the question altogether, his captor calmly responded, "I never said." Her quiet voice was light and deceptively innocent, yet her tone and movements spoke of deep experience and wisdom.

This vile temptress had succeeded where no one else had before- she managed to catch him off guard. Scanning over her womanly silhouette- from her waterfall of blue-ebony hair, to her gracious curves and down the length of her toned legs- he had no recollection of her in his past. Except in the moments leading up to his current predicament.

In Amegakure, January winters and blizzards were synonymous. After a yearlong mission, he was finally going to return to Konoha. He had information that needed to be delivered personally- the whereabouts of the underground criminal organization that had been kidnapping and trafficking young boys and girls from across the lands. The organization was profitable, powerful, and had its hands deep in the pockets of too many people of standing. Nobles, royals and government officials alike.

They couldn't afford any mistakes.

Leaning against the brick wall outside the train station with his traveling cloak to keep him warm, he watched impassively as frostbitten travelers scurried indoors. Then he saw her.

From the moment she appeared on deck he was drawn to her light. Like being struck by lightning, his heart stopped beating and he lost all coherent thought.

Wearing a long, western style travelling dress that emphasized her feminine assets, she walked up to the ticketing booth to purchase her fare. Once the transaction was complete, she lifted her luggage and started towards the entrance of the station. Suddenly, the handle of her bag snapped, and the contents emptied onto the snow-covered ground.

Feeling bad for the hapless maiden, Sasuke did the unthinkable and decided to help. Kneeling down to reach for various articles of strewn clothing, he felt his cheeks grow hot when he realized he was holding a pair of lacy black thong underwear and bra. From their proximity, he detected their lavender scented essence. Clearing his throat and averting his gaze, he handed the unmentionables back to their owner.

Seemingly embarrassed, the stranger approached slowly. Their fingers grazed, electrocuting his nerve endings.

With her undergarments recovered, she whispered, "I'm sorry."

His eyes shot up to hers with shock and confusion. Then his world went dark.

Serves him right for trying to help someone for once. He snorted to himself in the dimly lit area.

The muffled sound caught her attention and she finally turned her stare to him.

'White eyes. A Hyuga,' he thought as he noticed her unique inheritance for the first time. 'Interesting.'

"Tell me," he slowly began in an attempt to buy time, "what's a Hyuga doing all alone in Ame? As far as I'm aware, we're supposed to be on the same side."

To his dismay, she wasn't taking the bait. Her long lashes brushed against her fair cheeks as her eyes closed and she took a deep breath. Without humoring him, she lifted a hand and flexed her outstretched fingers in his direction.

He felt a surge of panic as he was surrounded with chakra infused ropes that snaked around his body- looping, tightening and restricting in ways he'd never been introduced. Back arched and completely immobilized, he was suspended in the air like a marionette doll. Not only had his wrists been bound, but the silk ties restrained his arms, legs and were criss-crossed and knotted around his chest, hips, thighs… even the area around his groin wasn't spared. Feeling overly exposed, he was suddenly very aware that she had also taken the liberty of stripping him of everything, save his pants, while he was unconscious.

"What the hell, Hyuga? Does the hokage know about this?" He gritted his teeth in frustration.

Again, the Hyuga chose not to indulge in his curiosity and wheeled over a cart to be in his line of sight. She examined the various instruments of torture as she spoke. "I have a few questions. You can choose to do this the easy way, or the hard way?"

He scoffed in response. "Very original, Hyuga. What do you want to know? My name is Uchiha Sasuke. I'm on a secret mission from Konoha's Hokage. I like long walks on the beach-"

"About that secret mission," she interrupted, "I need to know the location of the organization you are investigating, and where they hold their victims prior to transport."

That shut him up. He mulled over his response and why she would be willing to torture this information out of him. When he pulled up a blank, he went for the straightforward approach as he tended to do. "Why do you want to know?"

"That's my business."

"I was on my way to tell the Hokage, before you stopped me. You should take it up with him after I make my report."

She bit her plump lower lip, considering whether or not to divulge any information. Finally, she stated, "Not that I owe you my reasons, but Naruto banned me from the mission details… and… by the time you make your report, it may be too late."

"Too late for what?" Sasuke asked.

"Let's get started, shall we?" Her bright inquisitive eyes gauged his response as she positioned her hand over various objects. Needles, blades, pliers… all getting nothing out of him. Pain, or the threat of pain, did not seem to phase this hardened shinobi in any way. No surprise there, he was the protégé of Orochimaru after all. Torture was probably a regular Friday for him.

Her hand hovered over a feather. She stopped.

There.

It was small, but noticeable to a Hyuga who'd spent her entire life reading unreadable expressions. The feather both confused and unsettled the proud Uchiha. 'He must be uncomfortable with intimacy,' she deciphered. This brought a faint blush to her cheeks, but she could work with it.

Picking up the feather, she watched as his eyebrows drew together at her selection. With a smile, she stealthily approached and presented the feather with a flourish. "You see this?"

His eyes followed the quick movement. Suddenly, plumes of red dust curled around his face. He coughed as he inhaled a heady amount into his lungs. It stuck to the back of his throat and sat on his tongue as he ingested more with every breath.

The feather was a distraction so she could blow the narcotic into his system. He shook his head in attempt to clear his pathways.

She murmured, "Don't worry, Uchiha. This won't harm you. It only makes you more susceptible to suggestion."

"Truth serum," he deduced.

"Not entirely. It's something of my own creation."

His lids drooped.

His pupils dilated.

The drug was quick.

He could feel as his muscles began to relax, from the base of his skull to the soles of his feet. The stress unfurled like a wave of calm. His position became more comfortable. His perspective turned more optimistic. There was a humming throughout his body that radiated ecstasy and elation. This was the closest to happy he'd felt in a long time.

The surprise touch of the feather to his abdomen began in growing concentric motions around his navel. Each brush sent a surge of euphoria vibrating throughout his body. The unexpectedness of it made him grunt in pleasure.

Gently teasing upwards, she grazed one nipple, and then the other. "Tell me, where can I find them?"

With closed eyes, he exhaled. "Go to hell, Hyuga."

She arched a delicate brow, though she knew he wasn't going to be easy to break. "Let's try again."

This time she exchanged the feather for a short-handled flogger, with long tassels gathered at one end. Running the tassels along his corded arms and then his spine, she walked around to the front and snapped her wrist, barely skimming a nipple. It instantly hardened at the abuse.

Sasuke sucked in a breath.

She repeated the action on the other side forcing a hiss out of him.

He wasn't sure why, but the pain wasn't exactly pain. This didn't feel like torture at all. His wildly beating heart pumped blood and adrenaline through his veins, making him all the more mindful of her and her proximity. At once she was standing nose-to-nose with him, and his body's heat began to pool at his core in anticipation. He cursed himself.

"Tell me where they are, Sasuke." The sound of his name dripping from her honeyed lips felt extremely intimate. Her fingers traced along his washboard stomach and up to his chest with a cool, tingling sensation as they emitted a faint greenish glow. She was healing where she had hurt him.

Although he appeared unruffled on the outside, he was panting and salivating like an animal. No doubt the aid of the drug. "You… you'll have to do better than that Hyuga."

She assured him in a hush that swept across his mouth, "I'm just getting started."

She stalked around to his back where he could not witness her actions. Without warning, the flogging continued. A few light flicks across his back and then down to his rear.

"Ready to talk?" She asked.

"Tch. Child's play," He smirked.

She hummed as though she were amused.

The next thing he knew, a makeshift blindfold in the form of the black lacy bra he helped her recover was placed upside down over his face. Obscuring his vision without impeding his breathing, it was pulled taut at the back of his head and tied. Although he should feel afraid, he felt the thrill of excitement prickle at his skin.

Using invisible chakra threads, his body was tugged and maneuvered as she adjusted the rope around him. Still blind, he was hyperaware of every change in pressure. Especially down there as she expertly directed the silk binds around the base of his shaft. The sensations of the knots rubbing against his erogenous zones had him at half-mast.

With her frustration seeping through the cracks, she fisted a handful of his jet-black hair and tugged, angling his face towards hers. She demanded, "Tell me where they're located."

Her sweet heated breath wafted over his face. The edges of his lips twisted up in a sardonic smile. "Do your worst… Hyuga."

His head fell forward as she released him, and he chuckled to himself. Stoking her anger was a sport, an extremely enjoyable one as he was discovering. He was in such a good mood that he was completely unphased when she tore his pants and ripped them from his lower extremities, leaving him completely in the buff. If she was trying to belittle him, this would never work. He had never been ashamed of his maleness.

In the next, much less enjoyable moment, something small, round and made of smooth rubber had been forcefully shoved in his mouth. Before he could spit it out, it was back in her grasp.

His chest heaved in his first real show of discomfort. He could feel her presence shift to his back. Leisurely, and ever so lightly, she dragged her nails on one hand down the length of his spine sending a ripple of chills through him. His eyes shot open, stunned that her hand roamed boldly south to where the sun doesn't shine, and delicately fondled his outer rim.

"Don't you dare," he threatened, only to have her roughly grab a cheek and insert the object, lubricated in his own spit, to its tapered center. He gritted his teeth but could not restrain the grunt that escaped his lips. Struggling and failing at accessing his chakra, he swore, "When I get out of here, I'm going to kill you, Hyuga."

"Tell me what I want to know, and this will all end." Leaning forward, she whispered in his ear, "You have no idea the extent I'm willing to go to get you to talk." She gave a light squeeze to his sack, making his manhood twitch eagerly.

'Traitor,' he thought, appalled by his instant physical response to her. He was certain it was the drug's doing.

With a modicum of unexpected distress that he would evaluate later, he sensed her presence move away. He strained to listen to her movements. There was some shuffling, something plush and heavy falling, followed by a rising gust of air.

Again, he was being rotated, and then unceremoniously lowered to the ground.

No.

This was not the ground.

It was a mattress. His hands were tethered together in front of him. He sat upright on his knees, thighs spread, enforced by his silken restrictions. The cot dipped under the Hyuga's weight as she crawled over to him with unhurried motions.

Her long fingers pressed the center of his bare chest, and she gave a playful shove. His back landed on the cushioned mattress with a soft bounce. She made quick work of his position, cuffing, linking, chaining, unbinding and restraining. Ensuring all the while that he didn't have an inch of room to take advantage of.

Curious, he inquired, "If I were to give you the information you seek, what would you do with it?"

Now lying spreadeagle, wrists chained to unseen posts and his ankles forced apart by some metal bar with a spring-loaded mechanism, he felt truly helpless. It was not only the rope siphoning away his energy, but his chakra points had also been locked. A Hyuga specialty. So, for once, he gave in to the feeling and surrendered to the moment.

Satisfied with her handiwork, she easily replied, "I'm going to destroy them."

He scoffed while she searched for her next device for interrogation. "Do you realize how foolish you sound? It is not a person or a building you can gentle fist out of existence. It is a vast network spanning across every territory. From peasant farmer to noble emperors. You're courting death."

Returning to his side, she let out a remorseful sigh. "That is not your concern."

Sucking in a sharp breath, he balled his hands and jerked around in his cuffs when the hot sting of candle wax dripped slowly in a line from his chest to his stomach. It was barely a thimbleful, and wasn't hot enough to burn at the distance she must have held it, but it had a bite.

Tossing a leg over either side of him, without bearing any of her weight on him, she straddled his hips. Her hands dove into the warm wax. Rubbing and massaging his torso like a canvas.

His cock was now saluting at full attention. He moaned as she accidentally brushed against his member with her crotch. Desperate for more, he tilted his hips up towards her. He urgently wanted his mobility and sight back.

Once the unique wax had been thoroughly spread and soaked into his skin, she leaned forward until her soft, still clothed breasts pressed against him and said, "Do you want more?"

He nodded his affirmative. To his disappointment, instead she picked herself up and took her warmth with her.

His heart beat spiked when she reappeared between his legs and grabbed the base of his shaft. "Tell me what I want to know, Sasuke."

"I… can't."

He pressed his lips, attempting to suppress the moan in his throat as she took his full member into her mouth, tightening her hold. His blood sang in his veins and every part of him called out for her.

With her mouth hovering near the tip, she countered, "Can't? Or won't?"

She drew a figure eight on his head before dragging her tongue down the center and beyond. Paying special attention to his pair of sensitive bits. To his relief, she pulled out the plug she had inserted earlier, giving way to a different sort of stimulation, as she continued her actions.

"Tell me your name," he begged.

He knew she was smiling because her mouth was still on him when she murmured, "You don't remember?"

"Kami, I wish I did," he said honestly.

She stroked his length in her vicelike grip, drawing a bead of his essence at the end, while she considered. "Call me Hina." Then her lips were back on him, suckling at the fluid, enticing him to the edge.

"Hina… please… listen. This is madness." He huffed and gasped between his words, finding it hard to concentrate. "You can't take them on alone. Let me help you."

She paused at his words. "You want to help me?"

"Yes! Let's go back to Konoha together, tell Naruto, and gather a team to take out these assholes," he suggested. "You don't have to do this by yourself. It's a suicide mission. I promise you I will make them suffer for every grievance they've committed against you."

For a moment, the only noise was the sound of their heavy breathing as each assessed the other. The lace covering his eyes was abruptly pulled off, his sight restored. He hopefully sought out her angelic face and piercing stare.

Breaking the quiet tension, she voiced her decision. "I want to say yes."

"So, say it…"

"But… I don't trust you. And I don't trust Konoha to do what needs to be done in time. I'm sorry, Sasuke. There's someone I need to save, and I'm willing to destroy us both to do it."

His heart plunged in his chest which contradicted his raging hard-on. He was at a loss, until Hina served him with a visual treat.

A resurgence of arousal washed over him as she began to strip off her clothes. Watching with pure fascination, he could not peel his eyes from her and, not for the first time in this encounter, wished he could activate his bloodline limit.

It was like his brain was malfunctioning and all he could think about was carnal and base instincts. He wanted to ravage her until she changed her mind. He wanted to bend her over and fuck her until the thought of being with anyone else would never be an option again.

"Release me," he ordered.

She tilted her head at the demand. "No. Give me what I want first, and then you'll get what you want."

Throwing his head back, he shut his eyes and groaned loudly in frustration.

A light touch across his nose had his eyes flying open. Her breast had caressed his face and it awakened every impure thought in his desire fogged brain. Reaching with his mouth he secured her nipple tenderly between his teeth and reciprocated her loving attention.

He scowled when her soft fullness left his mouth, but quickly adjusted his expression as he noticed their new position. She was sitting up. Her nether lips coated his throbbing erection in her fluids. Taking a moment to ensure she had his full attention, she began to rock back and forth teasingly, without granting passage to her heavenly place.

"Please, Hina…" he pleaded.

"I'll give you a free sample," she graciously offered.

Using a hand, she reached back to raise his tip, past her folds and to her entrance. Her pearlescent eyes locked to his hungry onyx, and she slid down. They moaned harmoniously as her warmth enveloped his swollen member. She stilled when he was fully sheathed, stretching and adjusting to his generous size. Then she began to move, gauging how close he was with every slow dip.

She stopped. "Tell me."

His breathing was heavy and his lashes fluttered, sweat beading across his forehead. He was caught up in her lovemaking and could no longer say 'no.' She knew he was close.

She started again. The pace she set this time was faster, more intense. His muscles coiled wondrously in his core. Then it stopped.

"Where are they, Sasuke?"

"Release me, Hina!" He shouted.

Enunciating every word, she assured, "After. You. Tell me."

With another loud groan he caved. "Amegakure. Under Shimmering Mist Casino. They keep their victims in basement level three. Now RELEASE ME!"

She let out a sigh of contentment, her lids lowering shut. "As you wish. Release!"

He blinked his eyes. And again.

'What. The. Actual. Fuck!'

Hinata was sitting across from him. Legs crossed and fully clothed. A window in the room was streaming the neon light of sunset through the cheap motel curtains. The whistle of the train blew a short distance away.

Testing out his chakra and movement, he realized that had not changed. Neither had his full-blown, engorged erection. His arms were wrapped behind the slotted chairback, his hands secured neatly in chakra cuffs.

She had trapped him in a genjutsu without him ever realizing. He would have been impressed if he were not so livid.

"What the hell, Hina?" He felt betrayed.

After studying him for a moment, she silently stood from her chair and walked behind him.

Waiting for the next step in her nefarious plot to unfurl, it suddenly came in a series of successive strikes along his back and his arms. It was simultaneously painful and soothing. Like tiny floodgates opening throughout his system.

"You'll regain full mobility in an hour," she explained.

He stared at her incredulously as she picked up her plum-colored coat and started towards the door.

"Where do you think you're going?" Using his head to gesture to the angry little Sasuke in his pants, he added, "I have a big problem here. You caused it you need to fix it."

Digging in her coat pocket, she pulled a little silver key out and answered, "I'm really sorry about all this. This room is paid for for the night, so you're more than welcome to help yourself." She tossed the key to his cuffs on the white duvet of the king bed situated a few feet from him. Finally, she paused and stared at him. "I hope you can forgive me someday. I swear, I didn't touch you inappropriately."

"I wish you had," he fumed. As she turned to walk out the door he asked again, "Where are you going? Don't tell me you're foolish enough to go on your own."

"I have to save my sister," she said with a wave of her hand in farewell.

"I will find you, Hina! And when I do, there will be hell to pay!" He yelled after her.

The door slammed shut and it shook on its hinges.

Looking down at himself, he belatedly called out, "And where in Kami's name is my shirt!"

This wasn't over. She wasn't coming back, but that did not matter.

His plans to return to Konoha were quickly discarded in favor of hunting down this Hyuga, his Hyuga, and making her plead the way she made him. No more tricks, no genjutsu.

After he rescued her from her inane path towards self-destruction. Then he would keep her tied to his side so she could never hope to escape again.

But first, he had a little problem he needed to take care of.

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THE END

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A/N: I wrote this one-shot for a Sasuhina/Sasuke birthday prompt. The challenge was to include these five points: Blizzard, Candle, A Lost Shirt, "Wait. Who are you again?" and Train Station. This fic is un-beta'd and unedited since I wrote it in a frenzied, zombie-eyed, two-day writing spree. Forgive the grammatical errors. I hope you found it enjoyable, if you did, please leave a comment to let me know!

Also, I have no experience or actual knowledge about BDSM so please ignore any inaccuracies represented. This is intended to be a fun read. If something doesn't make sense, chalk it up to creative writing and being in a fantastical, shinobi world. 😊

Thanks for reading!

LEA