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Moist tongue wraps itself around his length. Slurp. Slurp. Slurp. Each oral stroke on his sensitive flesh eliciting a moan from the Uchiha. Nngh. Nngh. Nngh. Hinata's sweet lips kissing the tip in an elaborate tease, before enveloping him completely with the feel of her warm mouth. Sucking. Flicking. Fucking deep-throating. Pumping his throbbing essence with hands that he never knew to have such dexterity. At the back of his mind, he severely notes her uncanny ability to push the most responsive of his buttons, like a gifted pianist making a difficult song flow smoothly into absolute submission. Or, more climactic for him: an artist taming a multitude of kaleidoscope into her disposal. Watching her bobbing head and lustful countenance as she works on his release is just inexplicably erotic already, without the occasional electrifying brush of her fingers over places that she deems neglected. Eyes closed and his lips injured after too much of his biting, Sasuke realizes that Hinata indeed has done something unprecedented in his years of celibacy (coughvirginitycough): proving to him that sex, if anything is indeed quite underrated.
Considering the wondrous amount of porn sites advertised around his email account, that tidbit of epiphany is obviously saying something.
Renaissance Men getting it off with inanimate objects in their era suddenly doesn't seem so absurd now. The rough bark of the tree must be pretty relieving. Or even some stupid marble statue of the perfect woman.
Good Lord!—the suddenly sappier than sappy Sasuke grieves to himself,—what is it that you are doing to me? (Typical of horny Sasuke by the way. Putting the blame on some other unreachable, omnipotent deity just because he doesn't like to admit it's purely the sex talking). This isn't him at all!
But that, as is graciously aforementioned, is only lurking away unnoticed at the back of his mind.
He is too busy to hear those immaterial concerns as it is.
Losing control, he finds himself shoving his manhood further through each of her delightful ministrations, hands desperately combing through her luxurious hair if only to keep her in place. Like at any moment of inattention, she would disappear. Fluttering opal eyes peek up at him as a sliver of tongue slip past her lips in order to lick the base of his hard shaft, moving through the tip and fro forcefully with expertise. Nipping. Kissing. Pumping on his balls to demand more of his attention. Free hand massaging on his thigh as if all of those aren't enough. Swallowing his dick whole, her sweet mouth becoming even more daring as the muscles of her throat clamp tightly on his throbbing member, the quaking vibrations he is now blissfully feeling signaling of a moan suppressed. He looks down at Hinata and with some satisfaction, notes that she has a hand down inside her panties, the outline of her pumping fist not leaving much to the imagination. Such a sight inevitably drives Sasuke to lose his cool as he lets go of any prior inhibitions and finally lets out a strangled moan.
Kami…
Underneath him, the bed creaks loudly… Eeeaaaak…. It is quite the ear splitting unpleasant kind.
Hn. Probably the reason why he couldn't hear Hinata moan… but then again, isn't her mouth too preoccupied to even moan his name? Geez… Why is he too much of a virgin in these matters anyway?
Running a dainty hand around his sac. The other rubbing his thigh. Her delicious warm mouth practically eating him all up. He feels her meticulously manicured nails dig on his balls as she bravely squeezes, her fist reaching the space that her mouth couldn't. Pumping relentlessly. Pushing and pulling as if she enjoyed him being completely under her wily spell. Sucking on him like there is no tomorrow. Sasuke can take it no longer. Closing his thighs together, he couldn't help but scream in absolute ecstasy…. as Naruto begins shrieking his own profanities as well…
Wait.
Naruto?
The fuck?
"DAMN IT TEME!" His cloudy, nebulous-as-of-now mind manages to decipher amidst the barrage of thrown pillows and malicious laughter, along with a frustrated huff and shuffle of feet. The rain of comfy projectiles however does little to knock him off his reverie (as it unfortunately only turns out to be). Stomping of feet resonates from below him, with Naruto furiously ranting about something that seemed to have sufficiently awakened the poor sexually-frustrated Uchiha out of his erotic sexual escapade…
With his own hand.
Oh. Where the hell is Hinata?
"GOOD GRIEF! IT FEELS LIKE AN EARTHQUAKE IN THERE." the effervescent blonde resumes his exclamation of tirades as he aims more of the fluffy ammunitions towards the dazed Uchiha, who by the way still shamelessly have his hand around his manhood, the tent itself far from being deflated. From the periphery, Sasuke spies Sai shaking his head in amusement, muttering something along the lines of: "so sorry that dickless is even more refined not to lose it like that in just a wet dream." Meanwhile, not looking at all bedraggled as if he himself didn't sleep.
The impertinent eavesdropper.
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"I MEAN IF YOU ARE HAVING A NIGHTMARE TEME!" the dobe is grumbling loudly but almost to himself, looking pretty upset. Apparently, Naruto is as determined into waking up other people in the building at three fucking A.M., as he was ungraciously shaken by the unearthly groans and shaky tremors from the upper deck of their bunk. But that is intentional. Naruto is not dumb although truth be told, he almost thought it was that scary Boogeyman from all the bedtime horror stories told to him by the nuns in the orphanage. If it actually didn't come from the upper part of his bed and had he not heard the name "Hinata" breathlessly muttered away several times in between a man's wanton grunts of ejaculation. But if anyone's got to be honest, this is just as scary. Ooooh.
Of course he could have easily just told him to fuck off and get laid somewhere. But being the goody-too-shoes in this story, Naruto is not one to condone such acts of philandering. One thing always leads to another after all and knowing how unpredictable life is (Look, Sakura accepting him after TEN YEARS of hopeless wooing is evidence enough), it would not be a big surprise if the biggest consequence stems out of the smallest mistake. Yeah, life is unfair like that. But moving on, Hinata is his friend too. And she certainly doesn't deserve something like that to occur in their relationship!
Yeah, Naruto is a very traditional man like that.
But then Sasuke…
Naruto sighs. Contrary to popular belief, it takes a lot of intelligence to play dumb. He doesn't really want to confront Sasuke about this matter anytime in the near future, lest he risk putting his own friend's only ever relationship into jeopardy just because his pity for him has given him some ideas. Abstinence in a long-distance relationship is one thing. Entertaining perfectly beneficially justified enough thoughts of infidelity is entirely another though. Geez, Naruto thinks in frustration. If only his best friend's situation isn't so much of a two-way manhole. Endurance hurts. But so does regret.
Seriously, when is Hinata planning to come back anyway?
"I HAVE SOME PILLS IN HERE THAT'LL HELP." He exclaims his heart out in conclusion. In the meantime, kicking himself on the inside for having to act like an idiot for being a coward so as to not just talk to his friend about it. But he is completely losing sleep over this! And tonight is a proof that it could easily be translated into the literal.
Damn. A masturbating Sasuke is one loud creature he would want to avoid.
And Naruto is already the deepest sleeper and the loudest himself when awake, one might add.
"Hn." A disbelieving snort is heard. Naruto directs his attention to Sai with a resentful glare, who obviously is none too keen into helping with his cause. The artist has his arms folded behind the back of his head, pajama-clad feet casually suspended in a crossed position as a smug smirk slowly graces itself into his pale countenance. He is smiling. That is always a bad, bad sign. "I wonder. Did Ugly really manage to create that kind of pill for your 'nightmares'? What achievement! Thought she just spent more of her leisure time sucking your little package over there just to give you the pleasure of having dreamless nights."
"Hey! Don't talk about Sakura-chan like that!"
"Eh? You want me to elaborate further, eh Dickless." retorted the eccentric painter. He cocks his head to the one side, eyebrows raised as he tries to seem mock thoughtful. "Hmmm.. According to what I read in Kakashi's favorite book, the girl should start kneeling—"
"Oh just shut your trap would you!"
"Fine." He holds his arms up, looking none the intimidated by the prospect of being pummeled into death by two of the University's most vicious fighters. In fact, he appears rather unaware of all those killing vibes being abundantly emitted right now. But maybe that's just because his eyes are closed. Damn that stupid smile! "But you could as well let Sakura come over and have her suck the Uchiha's dick. Or any of her friends for that matter. Or—this is good!— perhaps, a threesome?" He claps his hand in false merriment. To which Naruto openly growls. "Maybe then, we could actually sleep peacefully without having to dream how hot Hinata must be in his."
"You!" Naruto shrieked angrily, fists flailing. "I'll kill you!"
Smoke rumble. Anime style fighting. Whereas Sai much, much, later emerges from the scuffle amidst scattered blankets and pillows (some which are already soiled with earlier's Bukake party: Sasuke's obviously), relatively unscathed and smiling as he looks over in triumph to a tied up Naruto.
Neither noticed that Sasuke has long since already left them on their own.
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"You're mad at me, aren't you?"
Hinata's quietly reluctant tone of askance makes Sasuke look up for the first time since she videocalled him a while ago, his eyes drawn and unfocused. The way it had been when he avoided looking at her for some reason during the first minutes of their awkward chat feed, their nonexistent conversation only consisting of observing each other's faces for any signs of forgetting the occurrence that disastrous night. And the glaring fact that Hinata chose not to be online the following day and the next. Now, roughly a week later, oppressive silence hung heavily over their bowed heads as Sasuke continues his ineffective attempts of pretending there is nothing wrong with his unnatural quietude. Like a dark cloud of uncertainty weighing them down, it seems that their relationship is pretty much under the weather today. Tapping fingers. Fidgeting. Hands drumming anxiously over the keyboard because he has nothing else to occupy himself with. All the while taking care not to drown again in those beautiful, pale eyes he so wants to fill with lust. And the desire for him. To scream his name… For him to be a real man… To kiss those lips… Oh God those lips… Ugh…
Geez…
Damn, he gruffly scolds himself inwardly, feeling dumb for even thinking about it. Because, come on, he should be angry with her! Not showing a sliver of a shadow in those hellish two weeks. Blaming the stupid courtroom training her father had insisted for her to take. Practically forgetting she just left a boyfriend hanging and waiting for her to shower him her love. Really. What had she done all this week? Favoring sleep and stupid judicial dramas over a hardly effortful walk towards rebooting the computer and just talking things out with him? Was a missing statement of assets and liabilities infinitely more interesting than the small remembrance that she, his girlfriend should miss him? Or did she think him too gross for even considering that exhibiting himself was a proper way of pleasuring both of them? If the latter was true, then that's absurd! He didn't even have the chance to show her his package yet!
Actually, he concedes, sighing in some dreamy daze, featuring him and Hinata alone in a bedroom (apparently, he's not romanticized enough to even conjure a flower field). He prefers them to be seen by her only in the last minute, when it would finally— finally!— be shoved in her throat…
Oh goddamnit.
He should be angry, he knows. He should be acting like the jerk that he was before they met. And had she not made an impression that lasts till this day. But unfortunately, those wide, lavender-tinged orbs are filled with so much guilt you would think she had kicked a puppy on her way to the courtroom's podium. Which is probably to her, the most heinous offense she could ever commit. Lips parted. Shoulders hunched. Facial expression expectant. She apprehensively waits for his answer, trembling and ohhhh…. sweating! Droplets of which slithering down her temple as it painstakingly, alluringly descends towards her pale neck, towards her collarbone… and finally into the inside of her… damn, stupid shirt. Take that off! Dammit… Why must Eve eat that apple anyway? Would have saved them a lot of trouble if she didn't! Sasuke briefly wonders how Adam must have felt when she thought that nicely-cut leaves are the new fashion statement.
Hn. Probably thought of her irresistible in any case.
He sighs. He should be mad. Yes, he should be very mad! But Hinata is just too cute to stay upset at for long without succumbing into the wiles of the lolicon because, damn it, it is insanely sick but that fucking innocent vibe is doing its job on leaving his pants on fire for a long while that even the coldest of rainshowers couldn't put it out. It didn't help at all either that these days, he would have this recurring grotesque dream about a buck-naked four-year old Hinata climbing on his lap and asking him whether he wanted a cookie.
He doesn't even like sweets but heaven be damned, if he doesn't want a taste of it anyway. Although its quite true that he wants a lap dance more than any of those sweet, abhorrent delicacies, he would take whatever that is generously offered. Yeah, he's so much of an obedient slave for her like that he could literally dance with snakes if prompted so.
But as Sai, unhelpfully noted: she's in America (which is as he said, really "far, far away").
So maybe his cock is now standing as tall as ever at the sight of her regretful countenance (and that frilly nightgown too. Not see through though, unfortunately) but as usual in the past few months of his battle with his sexual frustration, he couldn't exactly do anything enough about it.
So he has no choice about the matter but to busy himself… by hearing her out.
"My f-father…" she lets out at last upon seeing that his tacit, undivided attention for her words is the cue for her to make excuses. Which is quite derogatory, if it isn't true. For her to wipe that scowl away from his handsome face, she has to make her apparent absence as unintentional and unplanned as possible, even though she kind of have to sugarcoat some things. "W-Well, you see… " she starts, wondering if the following reasons could be counted into the hall of shame for the most ridiculous excuse of all time. Avoiding a horny boyfriend all week after all is quite a cruel feat. More so since he obviously thinks likewise. "Er… Y-You see…. Hm… I w-was grounded." A nervous chuckle follows, to which Sasuke's glare intensifies. "I m-mean I must be really d-distracted these past few days so I k-kind of spaced o-out during my lectures… and er, it k-kind of shows."
That much is true though.
But not exactly to that extent.
I mean, come on. She's already nineteen for heaven's sake! She wouldn't be locked in her room for a week just because she thought class was pretty boring. (Or the secret hushhush fact that she just wanted to get laid more than she wanted to actually write an essay in her Philosophy class. It kind of hurts too so the pain is pretty much a reason in itself but no one— and she really means no one— should be cursed enough to hear her say that)
So yeah, she wasn't really grounded.
Seconds later whereas in all the awkwardness you would suspect that Kami himself stopped by to play shogi, it is proven that the genius, amazingly emphatic Uchiha Sasuke however thinks so as well. He steeples his fingers together, eyes boring on her in minute scrutiny. "That's dumb. What are you? Five?"
Caught.
Hinata blushes, thoroughly humiliated.
Sasuke, on the other is nowhere near amused.
I mean, how would he be? When all he could think of is the fact that he couldn't punish her for her white lies in the really delicious way he would prefer to?
"If you are avoiding me, you could as well just admit it." He finds it in himself to snap harshly, his thin, chapped lips now forming a downward curve of disappointment as he regards the live image of his long-distance girlfriend with a look of wariness. Arms crossed. Sulking. Hinata could even swear he just pouted. "If anything, you shouldn't drag the ass you have a father in order to deny that." He continues, appearing grumpy. "Geez… if anything, I blame him enough for our predicament that is. There's no use… worsening that when we both know well it's our fault."
Yeah, it's purely theirs.
After all, as Naruto once sermoned on the mount, what use is there into blaming fate?
It's true that fate did force them apart.
But did they really have to go against the rules of any sensible commitment just to seem close enough when in reality, they are doomed to never be? Did Sasuke really have to ask her out that day two years ago even though she's roughly a continent away and practically out of reach? Was Hinata really that selfish to accept even though she already knew what a man such as him would eventually demand? Even though she herself, is pretty much unsure of what drove him to pronounce that he actually could love her?
They are so much like binary stars in that respect then. So close. Yet so far.
Even to this day, Hinata doesn't fully comprehend the reason behind why Sasuke has stuck with the idea of her (because reality check people: technically she's never there so it couldn't be because of the more superficial details) all these years. But hell be frozen, if she isn't grateful with that. In fact, like the matter of compensation that should exist in any healthy relationship, she has learned to love him for it that. Loving Sasuke made her love herself. And for a girl who has been struggling with her perpetually dwindling self confidence since the beginning of time, that means a lot. Her thankfulness for that is what soon that she can confidently classify as love.
But then it is of no secret between them that in the end, it is Sasuke that covers the majority of the love that needs to kindle the fire within their passion. And the very fact that someday he might get tired and stop, scares Hinata to death.
Which is why most of the time, Hinata is being the selfish one. Ironically, the fault in the other side of the equation is that Sasuke is just so damn selfless in answer as well.
So Hinata stares at him and weakly nods in understanding. "I'm sorry." She replies accordingly with a sigh, feeling worse than ever for not telling him the truth. The gnawing drilling of guilt in your gut, when you know that your significant other is very much in suffering because of you. Hinata closes her eyes and finally confesses. "It's just that… I feel so inadequate. I know what's going on between us Sasuke. I'm not as d-dumb as people make me out to be." Which is quite often mind you, with most taking her supposed 'innocence' as some proof of her not knowing anything about the male anatomy. She reads smut too and last week, well, let's just say she had taken it as some hobby to rub herself during shower. "I mean, I think this is one of the reasons why long-distance relationship rarely works. Me, being here in America wouldn't help you ease your… p-pain. Nor would it in any way lessen my guilt. And it's already been two years for you." They haven't even kissed yet, for Kami's sake! "We haven't had a chance to meet after we made things official you know. And that's kind of saying something."
"That you're dumb." He affirms, shrugging. How many times would he have to growl at anyone just to say that theirs is more than just a stupid internet fling? Even she is being this shallow? Did she really disregard the times they shared when they are not trying to turn on each other? They are the simply best in his life! "Seriously, are you breaking up with me?"
He said that so hurriedly that an outsider would think he doesn't care.
But Hyuuga Hinata infinitely knows better.
"No!" she denies vigorously, vehemently shaking her head in such a tremulous manner you would think she is having a panic attack of sorts. Which is probably it. Chest heaving precariously. Those wide opalescent eyes. Mouth agape. She gives him a pleading look. "I mean… I know I am being selfish and all but it's not really like I want what's between us to end just like that."
"Exactly." He agreed, nodding approvingly with a subtle, satisfied smile. He also doesn't want it to end. The anticipation… Oh my God… "I know you love me."
"But…" Oh, there's a But? Now he understands why it's universally the hated word. Sasuke grits his teeth. What now? "It's your choice you know." She continues, blissfully oblivious of his inner turmoil. " You're the man. I understand how hard it must be for you to be patient just like that. I love you and if I have to be honest, I would want to keep you to myself until I come back." Which is hmm, when again? Sasuke has long since lost count because of all those postponements. Last year, it was Christmas. Then this year, it should be Spring Break. But it all ended up with her being too damn busy to even buy a plane ticket home. "But Sasuke, what we need between us is a way out. A closure. An agreement." She continues, with a regretful sigh, her shoulders hanging. "I just want… to give you an option, you know. I just want to tell you… that I won't mind if you hang out with other girls. Even though, I know well it would hurt."
The last part was whispered softly to herself. But Sasuke, as sharp in auditory senses as the odd music teacher, Orochimaru has harnessed him, heard it anyway. He finds himself clenching his fist. "So… you think you could remedy things just like that?" he asked with some incredulity, not believing that those words of sheerly naïve submission just came out her mouth. The fact that she thought herself beneath what he needs, just because she is not here. Of course, Sasuke knows of Hinata's pretty much pathological issues against anything that might hint of her inadequacy. Having such low self esteem has many a time hindered her from the most noteworthy of opportunities, with her having not gained anything just because she refused to take a risk. But this… this selflessness from her part is just about to go overboard en route to the self destructive whereas we all know she doesn't deserve this even though she thinks she does. Sasuke isn't happy and for that, he clenches his teeth in anger further.
He refuses to go after what Sai has inconsiderately prophesied. There is no way he would be the man Hinata is currently making him to be. Really, did he strike her as that low to bother about dignity?
Perhaps, he shouldn't have gone to far with his exhibitions.
A tense silence soon follows.
Which is broken, of all things… by a laugh.
Hinata looks up in surprise.
Sasuke is officially now being, hysterical. "That's funny." He said, after that bout of forced out sarcasm, not at all meaning it. "You mean to say that I stayed a fucking virgin with you for years for me to fuck some other slut just when I am already going to be qualified for sainthood. Do you hate me that much Hinata?"
To say that Hinata is shocked is an understatement.
She is mindblown!
"You're a virgin?" she gasps out disbelievingly. This is ridiculous. Oh God. This doesn't help at all! "Kami, Sasuke. I'm so sorry."
He glares at her, unappreciative of her unneeded apology. What? So he really is qualified for Virgin Mary's place in heaven now or something? Wow. Some life. And what is so surprising about his chastity anyway? Is he that much of an oddball? As innocent and conservative as she is, isn't she a virgin too? He agitatedly narrows his dark eyes on her, conveying easily through the little gesture that he is quite annoyed. And such sourpuss is not one to be messed with. "Shut up."
A slash of light in the heavy atmosphere. Thunder rumbling. Lightning casting a diabolical spectacle. All metaphorical of course but she does shut up anyway. Fearfully.
"Now." He begins, once satisfied that her attention is entirely fixed on him. He has always liked exercising such authority over her after all and this is no exception. Particularly, since she is acting so ludicrously through things that isn't even much of an issue in the first place. Hn. He is quite the dominatrix it seems. Sasuke discretely smiles to himself. He rather likes the sound of that. But first things first… "Listen to me."
This time around, he wants her to recall that there is indeed more to them than just being a sex-deprived internet fling.
And maybe then, he giggles inwardly. Ouch. So OOC. They can finish where they left off.
(TBC)
Dedication to: the guest reviewers, A sunny place for Sasuke, mikes0me, damnheart.03, Milkshakecat200 and lady sweet pink. Thanks for your reviews guys.
Next chapter should be a flashback interlude of sorts regarding SasuHina's relationship. With still the lime twist though. *winkwink. I'm so glad I'm not the only closet pervert around here. And eight reviews, eleven favorites and twenty-two follows are quite good going for me for the first chapter. Thank you guys! Hope it gets better as the story progresses though XD as I have always wanted to have a fanfic with 100-something reviews but I was yet to come with the achievement. Probably because I rarely ever write multi chapters myself.
A lot of people has expressed concerns about a cheating Sasuke. Hn. Well, I'm just saying that by chapter four Hinata would be back and Karin might just be the last thing to be wary about. I am enjoying Sai's character in here too. He sure has a lot of cockblock potential. Lol. And who doesn't love a fanfiction!Naruto when he isn't portrayed as a dense bastard?
So sorry if the shift in point of views confused you but I try my best. And tell me if the humor is corny. I have weird grasp of it that some people may find stupid. Haha. I get a lot of that.
Please review. And tell me what you think.