Siren's Call

Author's Note: Thanks for all the reviews guys. I'm glad that drunk/frisky Sasuke and a more assertive Hinata have been so well received. I keep trying not to make them too OOC, but this fan fiction wants to a crackfic I guess. But we are keeping the limeish and eventually lemon flavor naturally ;)

Chapter Notation: We all know that freaky stuff when down in the Sound. Hinata talks dirty for about 0.02 seconds lol. Sorry this chapter is a smidge shorter than I would have liked.

Chapter Three

While at the Sound, Sasuke had constantly strove to push himself to be stronger. But there were times when even he couldn't push his body further. It'd be stupid to cause permanent damage to himself in his quest to get stronger. So every now and then, a "break" was needed.

"Dammit," he had hissed in pain and decided that day would be one of those days.

Sasuke had only been 13-17 at the time. In the beginning he was young enough, that all but the most deviant Sound Ninjas didn't try to seduce him. As he got older though, it almost seemed like a game. Who can bed the Uchiha first?

None of them were worthy of being his lover. He had to drown out the sounds of their invitations, which normally took the form of having sex with someone else nearby. It was their way of trying to "entice him." Sasuke had taken up reading to do so.

"Myths and Legends of the Ancient World," he reads the title of the nearest book, he happened to grab.

Sasuke would have taken anything really. He just needed something to distract him from what sounded like the orgy going on in the next room. It probably was. This book would have to do.

He just wanted to be able to focus on something else besides the screams of pleasure and he thought he might have heard the sound of a whip cracking? Damn they were freaks. He was surrounded by sexual deviants. Was he the only normal person here?!

He'd idly opened the book. Sasuke happened to land on a page with a picture of several scantily clad beautiful women lounging on some vicious looking rocks and in the background he could see that a ship was heading towards the rocks. The men on the ship looked quite happy to see the women and didn't appear notice that they were sailing straight towards their deaths. The women in the picture appeared to be singing.

"Idiots," he mutters at the men, but he couldn't help but read the page next to the picture curiously.

Sirens is what the women were called. Beautiful women with magical voices. They lured sailors to death with their melodious singing voices and their beauty.

He takes another look at the picture. Alright, the men were stupid. But he could see where it would be very easy to get…distracted by the sirens. They were very…alluring.

Siren wasn't a word he would have ever associated with Hinata until the night before. Hell he barely associated any words with her. Their interactions had been limited to put it mildly. The extent of which was generally watching her faint, blush, or stutter around Naruto. Yeah, they to put it bluntly, he barely knew her at all.

When he saw her in that hot spring though, in that bikini…that had changed quickly. He would have been more than willing to crash into those rocks to get a better look at her. That s were supposed to be sly and intentionally seductive. That bikini should have been illegal. It was just taunting him. That combined with the wine and he hadn't stood a chance. Really, he was only human.

Hinata wasn't sly at all. But she looked the part. She was practically an angel, but her body could tempt any man to sin. (Except Naruto, who was still an idiot of the highest order.)

"But enough about the loser," he mutters to himself.

Meanwhile, Hinata was having her own internal struggle. She couldn't believe she had done that. She had acted so wanton! Hinata had straddled his hips and probably would have done more if Sasuke hadn't brought up Naruto. It actually made her angry. He didn't notice her for years and then had the nerve to scold another man for hitting on her?

Yesterday just kept replying in her head over and over again. It was like it was on a constant loop. She couldn't shut it off.

"There are plenty of men who would be happy to have your attention. I'll prove it," she recalled Sasuke saying as he pulled her into his arms and kissed her passionately.

She remembered moaning into the kiss. Sasuke tasted like cinnamon. For such a normally cold person, his kisses were hot. She'd never been close enough to inhale his scent before. It was a mixture of pine and sandalwood. Very masculine. She figured the pine tree scent was from him training in the forest so much. The sandalwood was probably just his natural scent.

He was far from shy. Sasuke hadn't hesitated to deepen the kiss or to allow his hands to wander. She blushed scarlet now remembering the feeling of his hands grabbing her ass.

That's when she heard the other Rookie's talking. She wasn't an exhibitionist, no matter how good his touches felt. So she had lightly pressed against his chest, marveling at the feeling of the muscles coiling against her hand automatically. Sasuke was a man who was constantly ready to shift into Fight or Flight mode.

It was much like a panther she had once encountered on a mission. He (well she thought it was a he, it wasn't like she got close enough to check) had been lounging on a rock. It almost seemed like he was sunbathing. When a shot rang out from nearby.

The panther had taken off instantly. From relaxed to totally alert in less than a fraction of a second. She figured that was how Sasuke was wired as well. She just never pictured THIS panther, pouncing on HER. Actually the thought of Sasuke pouncing anyone was pretty hard to imagine. He was just that aloof and had always been that way as far as she could tell.

She bites her lower lip. What was she supposed to do now? Was she supposed to go find Sasuke or wait to see if he would come to see her? She decided to go for a middle ground. She heads back to the hot springs in the same swimsuit as before. He seemed to like it yesterday…

Sasuke decides to go for a swim to clear his head. He hadn't expected to run into Hinata again. Clearly the Gods and Goddesses had decided to extract their revenge on Sasuke for his previous crimes in the form of constantly taunting him with Hinata in THAT bikini. That was the only logical explanation for why this KEPT happening!

"Hey, Hinata," he says.

"Sasuke," she responds.

"So we never really got to finish our conversation earlier," he starts to say and mentally winces at how awkward that sounded.

"Yeah. I was wondering if maybe you'd like to…have dinner or something sometime," she asks shyly.

"Earlier you were straddling my waist and had me pinned, now you are a kitten again. I told you that I'm not a good fit for you," he murmurs and against his better judgment finds himself caressing her cheek.

"And I told you I'll decide that," she snaps, Byakugan flaring and was she actually challenging him?

"And the lioness makes another appearance. You sure you want to continue whatever this is with me? Do you know how much blood is on my hands," he asks.

"You were a different person then," she says.

"You're really going to try this, aren't you," Sasuke asks, raising an eyebrow.

"If you want to," she mumbles and looks at her feet.

Oh yeah, he was a goner. Even he wasn't enough of an asshole to say no when she looked so vulnerable. Besides, he hadn't been lying. He was attracted to her in a very animalistic, primal way.

"I want to. So where would you like to go? Anywhere but the Ramen Shop is fine with me. The loser takes me there like 10 fucking times a week," Sasuke says rolling his eyes.

"Your place," she says, giggling at the Ramen Shop part.

"My place," he asks, blinking.

"You said we could go anywhere that I wanted as long as it wasn't the Ramen Shop," she answers.

"Well yeah. It's just no one has been in my District since," he trails off.

"I know. I think they'd want the District to be something other than a ghost town," she murmurs.

"Yeah. Maybe. Alright. So I'll meet you there? My house is the biggest and the only one with the lights on. You can't miss it," he says.

"Great. I'll cook," she says with a smile.

"Hinata, you don't' have to cook. I can cook or order something if you like," he says.

"I want to though. My mother always used to say the way to a man's heart was through his stomach," she says innocently.

"Alright," he decides, what the Hell? (If she really wanted to cook for him, let her.)

"So when would you like to," she asks.

"How about next Sunday, at 8," he replies.

"That sounds good," she says with a smile.

"Yeah," Sasuke says and figures that Hinata is likely the definition of low maintenance. (It was so easy to make her happy.)

Next Sunday, Sasuke waits for Hinata. He hadn't known what to wear really. Honestly, this was his first date. He'd had other things on his mind during his teenage years. The word date sounded silly even in his own head. But he figured that is probably what this was.

Soon enough, he hears a knock on his door. It had to be Hinata. She was the only one who had permission to be in his District. He opens the door and lets her in.

Idly, he wonders if maybe he should have gotten her flowers. Nah. He'd already grabbed her like a caveman, flowers weren't going to make him seem more innocent and it'd be horrible for his reputation.

Naruto would never let him live it down. Sasuke was many things, but stupid wasn't one of them. Letting the blonde find out he'd given a woman flowers was stupid. He'd never hear the end of it. EVER.

"Hi," she says.

"Hey, guess you found the place alright," he says dryly.

"It was kinda hard to miss," she replies with a smile.

Thankfully, Hinata was not wearing her, Molest Me swimsuit. She'd gone with simple white summer dress. Sasuke knew what was underneath that dress (or at least had a pretty good idea now) though. So yeah, his Sharingan decided to fucking activate again. Great…

Hinata definitely noticed. He could tell because now she was blushing. He was proud of his clan but this whole Sharingan broadcasting your desire thing, he could live without. He wasn't a fucking peacock! Somewhere in the afterlife, he was sure that Itachi was laughing at him.

"Yeah, I guess so. Come on, I'll show you around," he says, offering her his hand.

"That's one of the bathrooms, that's a bedroom, study, library, washing room, another bathroom, more bedrooms, over there is the kitchen, upstairs is the attic, this is the living room, and that's my bedroom on the left. And of course the training dojo," he finishes.

"It's very clean," she says.

"Yeah. I wasn't here for years. So no one was here to trash the place," he says.

"Somehow, I don't see you as a very messy person," she laughs and heads to the kitchen.

Sasuke followed Hinata to the kitchen. Now he suddenly realized why his father had almost always chosen to walk behind his mother when given an option.

Damn the view was nice. He particularly liked the way the white fabric of that dress caressed her hips and her ass. It wasn't designed to be a seductive cut, Hinata was really just that curvy.

He remembered when he was little. On the rare occasion that Fugaku Uchiha made it home before dinner, he'd watch Mikoto in the kitchen. Sasuke didn't know why.

His father couldn't even prepare toast without burning it. It was one of the few things that Sasuke remembered his father failing at miserably. He was utterly hopeless in the kitchen. So he couldn't be helping his mother make dinner. If he was, the house would have burned down by now.

"Shisui, why does father watch mother cook," Sasuke had asked innocently.

"Well you see Sasuke some men prefer to admire the view of their wife's a-," Shisui had started to answer Sasuke only to be silenced by Itachi's Super Death Glare of Doom.

"Don't you even think about talking about my mother that way and with Sasuke right here," Itachi warns his best friend.

"I'm just saying, your mom has a very nice," Itachi gives him another glare.

"A nice what," Sasuke asks.

"Amazing culinary style to her cooking," his older brother states.

"Oh," Sasuke decided to leave it at that.

Despite himself, Sasuke found himself chuckling at the memory. Apparently his father had been an ass man. It was a close call really, but Sasuke preferred breasts. But Hinata's rump, well it was more than enough to activate his Sharingan.

"What's so funny," Hinata asks, tilting her head innocently.

"Nothing. It's nothing," Sasuke says and wraps his arms around her waist.

"Sasuke, for former criminal ninja, you are a very bad liar," Hinata says and smiles as she leans back into his hold.

"What makes you think that I'm lying," he inquires.

"Double negative. If you need to say no twice, it really means yes," she informs him.'

"Is that a real thing," Sasuke questions.

"Yes, it is," she answers.

"Alright. But you are going probably going to slap me," Sasuke warns her.

"I'm not going to slap you," she assures him.

"Well…," Sasuke says and wasn't really sure how to explain this.

"Yes," she asks.

"When I was little, my father was very busy. He was the chief of police. So it was fairly rare he'd be home before dinner was finished," he continues.

"Alright. What's so funny about that," she inquires.

"If he did get home at a decent hour, he'd always watch my mother cook. I never understood why. He was hopeless in the kitchen," Sasuke answers.

"I still don't get it," she replies.

"I asked my cousin once. He tried to tell me that some men just like admire the view of their wife's asses. Itachi almost killed him. He made a nice save though and said amazing culinary abilities," Sasuke finishes.

"That is pretty funny," she offers with a smile.

"Hilarious now that I'm old enough to get it," Sasuke says iwht a nod.

"What about you," she asks.

"What do you mean," the dark haired man replies, not sure where she was going with this.

"Father like son," she questions.

"Ohhh. I refuse to answer that on the grounds that it would likely further solidify your perception that I'm some kind of pervert," he answers.

"Sasuke, you grabbed me and kissed me with everyone watching. I doubt anything you say is going to be more…shocking than that," she assures him.

"A little. I'm more of a breast man honestly," he answers.

"Oh is that why you never returned Sakura's affections," Hinata asks.

"Whoa! Where'd that come from," Sasuke says in shock.

"I'm just saying that she has small chest is all. Is that mean," the bluenette asks.

"Well she does. But I didn't expect you to comment on another woman's bust size. No, that wasn't the reason. Mostly she was annoying and I really didn't want to risk having sons who might have pink hair," he replies.

"Mmm always planning ahead, huh," she asks, amused at that last part.

"My sons will thank me one day, when they don't have to go through the humiliation of having hair the color of flamingo's feathers," he states somberly as if his future sons' potential hair color was a matter of grave importance to him.

"I'm sure they will," she giggles.

"Of course, they will," he says and nods.

"Are there any apron's around here," she inquires.

"Yeah, I think there are probably still some in the cupboard over there," he says pointing to the side of room.

"Besides, I'm not really that interested in another woman's bust size. That was just an observation," the bluenette says.

"Well what are you interested in," he asks.

Hinata didn't know what made her say this. There was something about being around the last Uchiha that made her do and say things she normally wouldn't. Maybe because she could see from his now ruby red eyes that he actually did want her. It took the fear of rejection out of the equation. It emboldened her really.

"I'm more interested in your cock size," she says and scurries over to get the apron.

"Wait wh-at," Sasuke actually stutters and blinks in shock.

She felt rather pleased with herself. She had made one of the most feared ninjas in the entire world stutter. She had shocked HIM. The knowledge that she was capable of doing such a thing was a rush.

"So how do you like your steak," she questions as if she hadn't just asked about the size of his equipment.

"Well done," he answers, still stunned..

"Alright," she replies.

"You really wanna know," he asks.

"I'm a little curious," she admits with blush.

"I'll tell you, but you have to do something for me first," he says.

"That's fair. What do you want," she questions.

"Wear the apron," he replies.

"That's it," she says, tilting her head to the side.

"Without the dress underneath it," he finishes.

"SASUKE," she squeaks and blushes madly.

"You can keep your lingerie on. It's not that different than the bikini," he offers.

"You two are so different," Hinata mutters.

"If your talking about the loser that's because the idiot still hasn't gone through puberty," Sasuke scoffs.

"Maybe not," she laughs and goes into the bathroom to change.

Sasuke tilts his head. He didn't expect that she'd actually go along with it. Today, was a good day he decided.

Hinata comes out a few minutes later. She was only wearing the apron and some lacey white lingerie. Sasuke had never really thought of white as a particularly sexy color. But it was on Hinata or maybe it was just the way she filled it out.

Sasuke gulps. He probably shouldn't have asked her to do that. It'd be hard not to jump her now. It was only their first date. He should at least TRY to be something of a gentleman.

"Naruto is fucking moron," Sasuke says as he gets behind Hinata who was now cooking and wraps his arms around her.

"Thanks," she mumbles, still blushing.

"Beautiful," he growls and couldn't resist kissing her neck.

"Ss-asuke," she lets out a quiet moan.

Ah ha! It looked like he had found a spot. He bites down gently there and was rather satisfied to hear her moan louder this time. So his kitten, liked to be bitten. Good to know.