WARNINGS: Purely gratuitous smut. For a rated T version of this story, skip this entire chapter. Anything important will be summarized next chapter.

CHAPTER NINE

Desire

The fire consumed her and carried her feet forward. Her hands reached out, begging to possess the man standing before her like a god of hedonistic sin. It didn't matter if she hated him or not. Right now, in her passion addled brain, nothing else mattered.

In a swift movement, she urgently threaded her fingers into his long, wet locks. So lost in the accomplishment of securing him, she was oblivious to the spray of water that soaked her from above, uncaring that she was half-naked and also still half-dressed.

For a moment they simply stared at each other. There was a raging storm behind his dark stare, questioning but capitulating. He was prepared to jump into the flames of her chaos if that was asked of him.

Her own gaze was feverish and determined. There was no stopping or going back.

A silent pact was made.

Wordlessly, she tugged him down towards her, and he allowed it. Their lips crashed together, igniting a deliciously hot spark where they touched. It filled the empty spaces in their chests. The warmth of his strong arms wrapped around her lissome body, pulling her close.

Through the haze of desire, there was a singular, all-consuming impulse driving Hinata's every thought and every action.

She wanted him.

She wanted him so intensely it took her breath away.

A desperate need screamed in her veins and stoked the heat of her womanhood. Whatever their grudges, or uncertain relationship, she would have him.

His lips were soft as petals, slick from their shared fluids, and tasted like heaven's nectar. She breathed in through her mouth, swallowing his scent so she wouldn't have to break the kiss. Her tongue collided with his, coaxing and testing his patience. Just barely teasing the tip of his tongue before retracting so he'd give chase. Her head angled slightly to avoid the brush of his nose and for better control. His kiss was possessive and demanding, and she sighed at the pleasant way his hands gripped her with as much fervor as she was holding back. She nipped at his full bottom lip as he pulled away.

Sasuke looked at her from under the water dripping off his long lashes. His voice was rough and low, and made her crave him more. "You have my attention."

Her hands rested on his smooth pecs. There was no uncertainty in her tone as she spoke. "I need you."

His brow dipped low; his voice full of concern and doubt. "What happened?"

As a response, she freed herself from the cover of her drenched top and let it fall to the tiled shower floor. Before she could remove any else, she found her wrists restrained by battle scarred but gentle hands.

"Hinata, wait." He paused in his protest until she was focused. "What changed?"

She tore her gaze away from his probing judgment and moved her body flush to his. A delighted exhale escaped her lips, a sense of security and power enveloped her. She pressed the side of her face to his chest. Her thighs rubbed unconsciously, hungry for any stimulation to sate this sensual ache.

His upper body vibrated when he talked with subtle amusement. "Hinata, I think you may have been drugged. You feel hot."

Sasuke let go of her wrists to check her forehead. Seizing her freedom, a bold hand wandered south, over taut abs, and fisted his manhood.

His movements froze at her actions. He was stunned. As much as he was enjoying the attention, he was more than aware of her inebriated state.

A low growl emitted from the base of his throat, followed by a heavily regretful sigh. The light graze of his hand on hers made her pause.

She stared up at him with a confused look. "Don't you want this, too?"

"Trust me, Hinata, I'd love nothing more than to fuck you right now. But not like this. When I fuck you, I want to know that you want me. Really want me." He cupped her face between his palms, imploring her to understand. Bringing his face down towards hers, he kissed her forehead with a remorseful longing all its own.

It was a heartfelt kiss that had her clinging to him with all her strength. Her arms wrapped around him and her hands glided over his back, feeling every dip and rise of his firm muscles. His words made no sense to her so she ignored them and succumbed to her carnal instincts.

He removed himself from her grasp, shutting off the water and hastily grabbing a large towel nearby. He dropped it on top of her head, obstructing her grand view until she removed the accursed object.

By the time she could see clearly again, he'd already wrapped another large towel around his waist and was hurriedly drying off with a third towel. A sinking feeling in her gut magnified the fact she was already feeling a bit like a soaked puppy. She was past the point of logic, with only her primal urges manifesting into action.

Before she could attempt further seduction, Sasuke had returned to towel dry her body as well. Her spirits lifted as he tugged her unmentionables down the length of her legs. She happily stepped out of them. She didn't complain as he removed her brazier, watching with enjoyment as a dusting of crimson tinted his ears.

The fact that he had turned his head away to give her some semblance of privacy made her want to corrupt him in the best ways possible. She giggled at this thought considering she had always believed that he would be the bad influence.

Sasuke threw her a confused glance at the mischief playing on her lips while he wiped her down. His critical expression only pushed her wicked thoughts into hyperdrive. She purred seductively, "You know there are other things we can do."

He arched a single dark brow at her offer.

She bit her bottom lip and smiled enticingly.

Pressing a fist to his mouth, he shut his eyes, and murmured to himself, "Kami, give me strength."

Her shoulders shook as another laugh peeled out of her. Her fingers traced along his strong angled jawline down to his pointed chin.

His eyes snapped open at her featherlight touch. The gods were surely testing his restraint and commitment on this night. He scooped her into his arms and carried her with long strides over to the bed.

She was tossed onto the covers and he quickly joined her on the bed. Feeling victorious, she allowed her fingers to roam freely over the surface of his torso.

His lips brushed lightly against hers before he kissed her sweetly. He convinced himself that this much was okay.

Her heart fluttered at the tenderness he was capable of showing. It was easy to become addicted to his touch.

But it ended far too quickly for her liking. She protested with her eyes and pushed out her lower lip, only to find him working speedily to wrap her in the sheets. Her eyes widened, utterly lost. "Wha- what are you doing?"

He let out a frustrated groan, as he tucked her in securely like an egg roll. With a huff, he said, "Sleep, Hinata. We have a long day tomorrow."

"What? No! You can't leave me like this!"

He sat up, an evil grin spreading across his lips. "I seem to recall a certain vixen leaving me in a similarly unsatisfied situation."

Appalled, she gasped. "Did you do this to me on purpose?" she accused, glaring daggers at him. Horny and angry was not a good combination.

Sasuke scoffed. "Ridiculous. I have no need to resort to such tricks. When I see Koji again, I'll find out how this happened. For now, you need to sleep it off. It's already circulating in your system. The only thing we can do now is let it run its course."

Hinata squirmed in her confinement. "It's hot," she complained. "It's too hot. I'm burning! Please… help me!"

At that point, she could read the surrender on his face as his head lowered and his shoulders slumped. He wiped his palms down the front of his face before he reached over to free her from her plush cocoon.

As soon as she was sufficiently untied, she tackled him to the mattress.

Sasuke gaped in amusement as Hinata, breasts and minge exposed, climbed on top of him and pinned his hands over his head, a triumphant gleam in her eyes. He relaxed into the bedding, putting no effort into the struggle. "Alright. You have me. What are you planning to do now?"

To be honest, she hadn't thought that far. In fact, she wasn't thinking at all. Her eyes flicked down to his rosy mouth. She carefully brought one hand away from his wrists. Her fingers deferentially slid down his lips as she stared at them like they were the source of her prayers.

Her gaze skimmed along its path south, skating over his prominent Adam's apple, his defined collarbones, the beauty of his bare torso. Her other hand released its loose hold on his wrists. Delicate fingertips traced along his forearm, inner elbow, and biceps releasing small charges of chakra along his meridians. Toying with him before she shimmied herself down his body and settled between his still-covered thighs.

He pressed his lip together in tense restraint when she began to undo the knot in his towel. He was at war with himself. This was what he wanted after all, but at the same time it wasn't. She wasn't herself, and that was more important to him. The touch of her tongue to his semi-hard member jumped him out of his thoughts. It glided along his shaft graciously from base to tip. Slithering along its path to the mushroom shaped tip where she tasted the pre-cum that was already forming.

"Fuck…" he breathlessly released.

Her hands weren't idle for long. One gripped at the base of his shaft and the other cradled his sack. A loud groan escaped his lips when his cock was sucked into her hot mouth. She plunged him deep towards the back of her throat until she nearly gagged on his length. Sliding him along her tongue, until he struggled to remember why he was holding back.

When she took a moment to shift positions, it was enough to bring him back to reality. With a grunt, and an admirable amount of self-control he wished he didn't have, he shifted to a sitting position. Grabbing hold of her upper arms, he flipped her over so she was lying on her back. His lower half rested against hers, his stiffness trapped against her thighs. With a firm grip still on her arms, he locked his obsidian stare to her pearly ones.

"We can't," he reprimanded.

Faster than his mind processed, she'd flipped their positions- again.

"We can," she insisted.

With Sasuke now fully in the nude from her efforts, Hinata had the freedom to rake her hungry, heavy-lidded gaze over his lean muscles and smooth lines. He was immaculately sculpted for battle and sex. Her roving stopped below his waist where she could measure his arousal. He was impressively erect.

Her walls clenching in anticipation, she sat on his hips and pressed her sex to his.

Sasuke's grabbed her hips, and squeezed to keep her still, pleading for the mercy she would not give.

She was unrelenting and began to rock to a sensual rhythm, grinding against hardened length. Coaxing him to give in.

His eyes rolled back and his lids drooped. Before he knew it, his grip was no longer restraining, but guiding her movements. Sliding her back and forth along his length. Her silky flesh was spread over him, her liquid arousal coating his shaft generously. Gods he wanted to plunge into her heat.

Their bodies were burning cinders on the verge of collapse. All decisions culminating to a point of no return.

Sasuke threw back his head, the muscle in his jaw working. The sound of her breath speeding, the way she bit her lip, the possessive need for him in her gorgeous eyes- it was all slowly but surely crushing his composure. He was only a man, after all. If he didn't want to take advantage of her, he needed to end things quickly.

With his mind settled he brought her attention back to him. "Hinata."

Her glazed eyes darted to his. She smiled sweetly.

His words came out huskily while he continued to indulge himself on her writhing. "Hinata, I'm going to help you. I need you to tell me I have your permission."

Directing her face up to the ceiling as she focused on the feel of his hard length, she continued to ride him, moaning a subdued and languorous, "Yes."

"And I'm going to mark you tonight with the seal. It will lessen the pain. Do you consent?"

"Yes," she accepted, impatience seeping into her tone. She lifted herself off him and reached down for his cock.

Quickly placing a hand between them, he corrected, "Not like that."

Her brows twisted into confusion.

He clarified, "I will help you, Hinata, but I still won't have you tonight. Don't get it confused…" He moved to a sitting position. His fingers skated across her sensitive neck as he shifted a lock of her hair behind her shoulder. His deep baritone murmured into her ear, "…when we fuck, I'll be all the stimulation you need."

Shutting her eyes, she allowed herself to enjoy the way his words stirred frenzied vibrations deep in her gut. Melting into his strong embrace, once again she found herself on the bottom, and Sasuke in the dominant position. She eagerly, desperately waited for his touch.

Leaning forward, he gave her a quick peck to her forehead, then stood to Hinata's dismay.

Prowling from the side of the bed to the foot, he reached forward, grabbing her by the calves and jerked her towards him until her bottom rested at the edge. Her legs dangled and he positioned himself between them.

He admired her naked curves gilded by firelight, thinking to himself how perfect she was. A twinge of melancholy seared across the dead space in his chest and he found himself wishing what she felt now was real.

With one final aching kiss to her pink lips, he hovered over her and brushed his index finger over her nether lips. Hot liquid pooled at her center, his fingers easily sliding past her folds to run along the entrance. His thumb rubbed lazily at the apex and he slipped an indecent digit into her pretty snatch.

A jolt of molten bliss shot through her. Her mind swirled at the pressure of his talented hand.

Withdrawing both his fingers and his lips, she felt hollow. She watched in mesmerized horror as he placed his index finger in his mouth to relish the taste of her fluids. He smiled devilishly at her gaping. His large hands aggressively pushed her thighs up and to either side with ease.

Sasuke slid himself down to his knees in worship. Kneeling at the base of the bed with his head between her thighs, the flat of his tongue licked from her anus, up to her crevice where it snaked into her sex, exploring for just a moment. Satisfied, he used the tip of his tongue to languidly stroke along the lines of her folds and circle where her most sensitive nerves sparked. He repeated the action. Slurping her essence and using the flat of his tongue to swipe up to her clit before sucking on it greedily.

The fog in her brain and the burning under her skin kept her humiliation at bay. The almost painful churning in her core subsided with the melody of his tongue. She was panting like a beast in heat.

He kissed her down there tenderly and paused his actions. Standing from his crouched position, his eyes met hers, now glowing crimson. She swore it was the sexiest thing she'd ever watched, as he swallowed his thumb, opened his mouth, and dragged the digit down his tongue, coating it with his saliva.

He deftly found her tiny bundle of nerves. His thumb brushed back and forth in lazy circular strokes.

Consistently.

Confidently.

Without removing his fingers from where they were eliciting a salacious response, he leaned over her, and pinned his implanted hand to the mattress for added support. Watching inches from her face as it contorted beautifully on the edge. The way her eyes scrunched shut or stared back at him made him want to capture every lustful expression, every heavy breath sighed for him.

He knew it was the affect of the drug that made her behave so freely, but he would enjoy it, because he would enjoy nothing more of her this night.

He climbed the edge of the bed, dragging her body up with him. His heavy member dragging along her thigh with his movement.

In the darkness, the sweat misting his skin glistened like he was carved bronze. The smell of his musk intoxicating her even more.

As much as Hinata wanted more of him, she could already feel the stirrings of coming undone. All her muscled were tensing and flexing.

She reverently whispered, "Please, please, please…"

"Please what, Hinata?"

Her whispered response was a reminder of their mental tryst. "Release me, Sasuke."

An amused grin tilted the corners of his mouth. He licked his thumb again and rubbed her engorged clit. She grunted as his thumb added a little more pressure to his rubbing. As her squirming amplified, he kept pace, steadily increasing speed and her breathing became harsher.

A cool tingling sensation traversed from her swollen pearl to the tips of her toes. A slow build condensing into a dense explosion of pleasure.

Her mind blanked.

A tidal wave of ecstasy flooded her core and raced through her veins like lightning. She moaned her rapture as her inner walls clamped. Her body was racked with waves of post-coital euphoria.

As her brain fought to recover from the overwhelming bliss she was feeling, a sharp pain pierced through the convex of her neck and shoulder. The haze of her orgasm coupled with the sudden sting was dizzying, forcing her to cry out.

She was now in a sitting position in Sasuke's lap. His fanged bite left two bleeding holes where he injected her with the venom that would force the mark. Retracting the fangs bestowed by his old mentor's experiments, his tongue lashed out to soothe her wounds. Lapping at her blood and sealing the puncture marks with the healing properties also gifted to him.

Venom shattered her body's defenses, fighting to dominate and alter the flow of her chakra. To demolish and rewire the connections in her mind. Exerting herself with the effort to maintain independence, after the exhaustion of the last two days, was too great and she lost consciousness.

Sasuke gently lowered her body to the mattress. He extricated himself from the bed and maneuvered her limbs to make her comfortable. Lifting a stray lock of her hair to his mouth, he stained the ends with veneration on his lips, and voiced his quiet concern, "Don't hate me in the morning."

He stayed with her all night, ensuring her comfort and safety, while she battled the toxins that were slowly stitching together their souls. The mark of the three swirling tomoe with three alternating curved lines eventually appeared on her body... and was branded onto his own.

A/N: Slightly longer delay between chapter publishes, but also slightly longer chapter. I've been tired this week after a hectic couple of weeks, and also had several rewrites of this scene so please let me know if anything doesn't make sense. I will work to correct it.

I'm also struggling with the pacing of this fic. Was the lemon too fast? Well… this fic was entirely written for the readers and that meant more spice than I'm used to. XD Take your food and eat it! HAHA.

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