03
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Interlude
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Ichiraku Ramen has then become their usual element.
It's strange. Surreal even. How things between them started that is. One awkward first meeting and a quaintly intellectual conversation had actually led to more chance encounters over the next two months, with them somehow often being in the same place at the same time and later ending up conversing on various subjects with each other over a nice hot bowl of ramen. Suspiciously also, with a disappearing Naruto who surprisesurprise (this is not sarcasm!), suddenly didn't have any mood for some of his beloved brothy (disgusting) noodles.
And so begins their fairy tale.
It is through their second talk about things such as art that Sasuke began to appreciate her company, commending with approval the way she seems to carry herself well in the more factual debates over topics that only people with a historical reading passion could know about. A solid proof, if any is needed in the judgmental light of her rather timid demeanor that she indeed, is a lawyer in training. Pretty as she is with the glossy dark hair and plump, cherubic features, Hyuuga Hinata is quite easy in the eyes as well, with such soft expression that wouldn't give away the knowledge that lurks behind the smiling face (or for that matter, her uncanny ability to astound people with her words) and it helps a bit that she knows more Renaissance artists than just Mona Lisa. (Leonardo Da Vinci, she would correct you if ever you make such erroneous statement. "And don't talk to me about Dan Brown and Leonardo being gay. That book… ano… is BS") Of course, with her trained propriety she would avoid saying the big words. Which is, by the way a big plus.
He already curses enough for the both of them to last a lifetime (a lifetime with her?), that is.
She was an okay-girl. Sasuke didn't know until it's too late that he really, really liked that. (He hates the fact that he could have had hardcore sex with her already had he made sense of his feelings sooner. I mean, no one could really stop Sasuke from getting the woman he loved by his side. Not even the faggot Hyuuga Hiashi himself! She would have been here now. Sigh. But unfortunately… she wasn't. Hn.)
But moving on…
Within those two months, their world is so small that they get to talk to each other casually in daily basis. Nodding cordially at each other when they meet in the hallways. Not minding if they sit side by side in a less-than-packed Ramen shop. And basically tolerating the quirks of the other. Like not thinking him a homo for being with Naruto most of the time. And not teasing her by her own stuttering bad habits incessantly as she would have expected. By the second week, they were already in the first name basis. That was thanks to Naruto, who wouldn't have it any other way. "Unless, you call him teme of course." He had mock-conceded to their reluctance amusedly, with that stupid signature grin he uses when he thought the joke was funny. "It is about time that someone else would call him that. Otherwise though… No." Because addressing someone with cognomens, Naruto believed, makes people feel old. (Which is, as he said, apparently the reason why Tsunade doesn't have one)
In hindsight, you would think that in those few times they met up (meaningfully, Sasuke likes to think), fate seems very much in favor of their eventual union as a happily-ever-after couple. I let you in on a secret though. With Naruto forcefully always taking Sasuke with him in Ichiraku and the mischievous blonde knowing full well that Hinata would be invariably in where he, himself was (she's quite the closet stalker and contrary to popular belief, Naruto knew), it's pretty much obvious whose crafty hands did the fateful matchmaking. Yeah, he's that sneaky. And by the way, if that glaring evidence is not yet enough, one should take note how Naruto always magically vanishes in the wake a puff of smoke and ramen steam whenever Sasuke and Hinata got engrossed into one of their "talks". Or did I mention that already?
It did them well though.
At least as Sasuke would readily think.
By the third week (and the fourth "chance" lunch together) , he is already comfortable enough with sharing the barrage of useless trivia he has in his arsenal to her very much curious self that he had easily confided to her about the roadblock he was facing at the time in his studies.
The ancient Renaissance cryptogram he was trying to decode is already a tricky thing to crack, what with all those hieroglyphs and calligraphy that are long since obsolete and had been rendered forgotten in time of modernization. Seemingly incoherent symbols had clustered around the brown antique parcel, most of which being considered by the dissection in Itachi's critically-acclaimed thesis/book as only that just of a diversion and necessary additions in order for his acrostic cipher to work. However, what Sasuke is driving at in his goal is to disprove that and thus exceed the revered genius Uchiha himself. That the acrostic cipher is only the beginning. And the rest of the disregarded symbols are not as unimportant as Itachi had neglectfully cited them to be. And after two years of sleuthing around references, Sasuke knew he was right! Although with what he had unearthed so far, he wasn't sure whether he really was satisfied.
For one thing, it only gave him a more intricate riddle to solve.
Truth be told, he didn't think that she could solve it but somehow… she did.
That was when he should have known that he really was in love with this amazing woman.
"'Who cuckolded Moses?'?" she drawled incredulously, eyes wide as she prompted for him to confirm whether she heard things wrong. And whether her father was right for telling her every time she was being sub-par that she was really in desperate need of a hearing aid. To which Sasuke only shrugged ruefully, expecting that kind of reaction. Because seriously! Who cuckolded Moses?
He himself couldn't believe it, when he read that on his findings.
"The exact question is actually 'Who gave Moses the horns?'" he elucidated helpfully, feeling like she kind of deserved it when she didn't laugh at him for the supposed conundrum. Itachi did after all. Because, again seriously: Who cuckolded Moses? What's next? The Musgrave Ritual? "As early as the Medieval times, horns are already used as euphemisms for the cuckolded ones, originating from the Ram who supposedly is a symbol for Philandering." He sighed, himself pretty unconvinced by the inferred reasoning. But then again, few things could ever be logical in cultural history so that could be easily forgiven. Say, how is it even logical for people to think that a scapegoat could bear the sins of an entire village? Or that burning Pagans for their ignorance makes them a saint? Tch. Stupid Homo Sapiens. "I am only taking the liberty on applying the metaphor though because that could be it." Sasuke continues, with another deep long-suffering sigh. "But I don't necessarily.. er have a good feeling about it."
Because seriously: Who cuckolded Moses?
"Hm." Hinata mutters thoughtfully in response, brows furrowed, much to Sasuke's inner relief. So she really was the thinking girl type who would choose Hunger Games over Twilight. Phew. "So someone cheated on Moses then?" she prompted, seeming fascinated by the idea that the Bible could be adapted into a mistress porn movie.
Sasuke inwardly rolled his eyes. Geez… All girls really are the same… They really like drama do they? So Hinata is no exception? Sasuke disappointedly scratched his head, remembering the incident when a younger, more fangirlish Sakura mentioned that her all-time favorite Bible story is that one where Potiphar's wife is asking Joseph to have sex with her. Back then she had been the slutty type who would jump on anybody who had a functioning dick so it only probably reflected. Amazing how preference tells you a lot. Hinata seems to be very much interested about philandering husbands and wanton concubines. Past family experience? She is probably one of those who have divorced parents and broken family sob stories, he surmised.
"Hn." He huffed in monotone, deeply frowning in contemplation to the words. Her own indirect inflection of the more vulgar riddle: Who cuckolded Moses? (He still couldn't believe how it sounded so funny. In retrospect, that should have been a major clue all along but being more of the complicated type, he opted to disregard it).
So the Gods made sure she was the one who would choose to point that out. "I don't know but that riddle really sounds funny."
Sasuke narrowed his eyes, feeling offended despite thinking as well that it was indeed funny in a strange way. At least though, she still retained some courtesy not to laugh that off on his shamed face, as Itachi mockingly did to his "foolish little brother". "Hn. How so?" he asked in rhetorical wonder, not really expecting any stimulating answer.
He judged too early. Hinata had her chin on her palm, her pose that of a regally thinking intellectual. Brows creased. Eyes listless. Lips curling. The premature veins popping at the corner of her pale eyes gave her a more assertive look that made Sasuke somehow believe she was trying to see through the question that may have been floating in brilliant letters before her mind's eye, dissecting each word. Sasuke found himself waiting expectantly.
When she spoke again, she sounded confused. "My father made me read the Christian Bible at an early age so I know for a fact that Moses' wife's name is Zipporah." She began with confidence, a rather rare thing to hear from her. Sasuke is glad that he chose to have her privy of his own confusions as this is now apparently a very much familiar territory for her. "But I don't see how a presumption of any adulterous affair from her side connects with the answer to your riddle. Especially since such things are only a matter of hearsay. " She sighed and had the Ichiraku Ramen cheap stools had had comfy backrests, she easily would have lethargically leaned back. "I mean… girls.. er, women in general, are never important in that era back then. Or regarded highly for that matter. That is especially true in the Renaissance time when your cryptogram is assumed to be crafted. Hmm… it's just that I don't think it makes sense for the author to really include anything remotely referring about a cheating woman when such a thing— if it indeed happened— have occurred. If you get what I am saying. I mean, adultery is already an outrageous thing back then that if such a thing really transpired, it could easily be popular knowledge."
"Hn…" Sasuke made a sound of approval, nodding sagely at her spot-on observation. He himself had thought along those lines. And finally, someone agreed! "I am thinking of reversing the question actually. It could be a trick. Moses might be implied to be the one who cheated on his wife."
She cocked her head to the side, elegant tresses of dark, blue hair swaying slightly at the motion. "I am thinking of the same thing too." She remarked, drumming manicured fingers on the counter as she shoved her now forgotten ramen bowl with the other hand. Hypnotized, Sasuke unconsciously mimicked the movements. "I think I remember reading it somewhere where Mariam and Aaron is speaking ill against Moses' 'Ethiopian Wife'. So maybe that's it? By taking a second wife, Moses essentially cheated on the first? Hmmm…" She didn't sound at all convinced. "I know well it's true that taking concubines is regarded cheating as well. But that is only today's mentality. Back then, I think the act is called polygamy and it's basically legal. So it's not essentially cheating, right?."
Twiddling her fingers over her interlaced hands, she then uncharacteristically scowled to herself, obviously unsatisfied by the trail her thoughts were going.
But Sasuke was nevertheless still taken aback. "You really do know your way around the Bible don't you?" he drawled with an admittedly impressed air, amazed that she could effortlessly recite all these obscured through memory when it took him several sleepless nights poring over seven copies of the Bible just to find such things out.
"John Maxwell is a Christian." She said, smiling softly, looking more enthusiastic however than was initially possible possible. Eyes shining. Palms clasping together. Seldom had Sasuke encountered such too-good-to-be-true people, who shared the same passion as he and could actually keep up with a good conversation or two. "It is a good moral read for those who have their lives shaken off the track but if I have to be honest, I am sometimes inclined to believe that it's only an exceptionally great work of fiction. Or ano… that it shouldn't be taken literally that is."
Then suddenly her face darkened.
"Literally." She murmured, sounding surprised with herself. Furrowed brows panned its way on her flawless features, marring her countenance beautifully with an intelligent look he no longer could see for himself pertaining the female race. Regarding her with her wide, white eyes, Hinata seemed to be on a verge of revealing something before inconveniently falling back into an eerie quietude with her staring off at a distance like for a moment she had her soul snatched into the realms of the unreachable.
Sasuke waited.
And waited.
And waited.
Impatient as the girl continued to space out languidly over something he had not any idea about, Sasuke demandingly prompted. "Now, what?"
Hinata looked up abruptly as if jerked into reality, eyes wide in what seemed like realization. Her face was beaming, probably looking like how Archimedes did when the Mathematician ran barenaked around the Grecian streets screaming "Eureka!" She excitedly took his hands in hers, trembling in anticipation to her own words as Sasuke only regarded her warily.
Naruto was right. She really was quite weird wasn't she?
"Maybe that's the point." She muttered breathlessly, looking dumbly dazed in some unfounded amazement that was yet to be shed light upon, due to her nebulous hysteria. Sasuke stared, dumbstruck as she continued to ponder through some epiphany she probably found brilliant.
And so he waited.
Waited.
And waited.
When it was clear that she wasn't about to make things clear without being knocked off from daydream land, Sasuke rudely broke from her hold and reminded her that now was indeed the time to blush because of her mindless intimate actions to practically a stranger.
It worked!
Hinata was blushing furiously when she finally decided to explain things to him. "I think we should use reverse psychology to tackle this one Sasuke-san."
We? How presumptuous of her. "I was already doing that—"
"By taking things literally." She said firmly, looking mildly stern for being interrupted. Sasuke chose to listen this time and eerily like a child who had her suspicions about the moon being made of cheese confirmed, she smiled brightly at his agreeable response. "I mean we are always told in riddles not to take things literally and think deeper than what the words denotatively depict. But what if this cryptogram is merely a trick question indeed that was made to make us go on a meaningless, roundabout trail? What if it was devised so that it would take us into things such as reading the Bible when the answer is an easy one all along? It's reverse psychology. And we all know that got really popular during the Renaissance time."
Typical Hinata. Giving herself the lesser credit. Of course, not everyone knew that. Duh.
Now that he thought about it, it made sense. Reverse psychology. Why the hell hadn't he thought of that? Such guesswork was no mean feat. He found himself grinning at her ecstatically, despite promising himself in the inside numerous death sentences for being negligent. "Hm. So who do you think gave Moses the horns?" Again, he meant that as a smug rhetorical question.
But she had a knack of surprising him, as she quickly answered him.
"I know." She stood up with a start, taking his wrist with her firm fist and pulled him towards her as she beckoned for him to rise as well. She was smiling. And to Sasuke, somehow, she looked all the more radiant every passing second. "Let's go to the library."
That day was the very the first time Uchiha Sasuke let a girl drag him away.
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She showed him an illustration of Michaelangelo's Moses, like that was more than enough.
And Sasuke slapped himself for his stupidity. How could he have not guessed?
For prominently protruding from the elegant marble statue's head were two distinct horns.
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Present Time
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"Turns out those horns came from a mistranslation in the Bible." He reminds her of the significant memory, face casting a vaguely reminiscent look as he gives his long-distance girlfriend of two years a grateful, appreciative smile. Something that he could now effortlessly pull off in her presence, a feat all by itself. "Vulgate was back then the most widely-used Latin translation of the Bible. Written by Jerome, it seems like he did make some linguistical error in translating the really difficult ancient Hebrew text by making the term for 'rays of light' surrounding Moses' head in Mount Sinai be interpreted into 'horns'. It later materialized itself on Michaelangelo's sculpture. Rather controversially, I recall." He chuckles a bit, remembering his own needless dilemma about Moses' wives when it only turned out that the poor women weren't even part of the simple equation. Very far from it, in fact for in a retrospective standpoint, the riddle leaned more on a etymological aspect rather than the historical. "So I guess, you are right. If I did take things more literally, I would have easily found out that it was Jerome all this time who gave Moses the horns."
"Ano… I actually thought the answer was Michaelangelo." She comments sheepishly with an embarrassed smile, looking down with a shy blink as she absentmindedly scratches her dark head. "I remember seeing that statue back in my visit in Rome when I was younger. And I did wonder as well why he seemed rather demonic to me. So when you said something about Moses having horns, I sort of had a flashback about the statue and that led me dragging you into the library. I was really proud of my answer. But who can blame me? I wouldn't really know that the cryptogram was made years before Michaelangelo himself was born."
Good-naturedly, he chortles at her cute pout, taking note of the fact that Hinata considers the fateful event itself as one of her greatest achievements. It had been his too. Aside from noticing more of her awesomeness that day and thereby possibly making the concept of unconditional romantic love far easier for him to grasp, the solution to the problem had made way to more problems that Hinata helped solve too. Working together with his then future-girlfriend had been a very much rewarding endeavor since then and although still technically, an undergraduate, he was already commissioned in a lot more seminary speeches than his brother had ever been since the publication of his thesis. His popularity skyrocketed quickly and finally, he recognized that as a good thing. Definitely nothing compared to being just a so-called heartthrob.
Hinata was already in America by the time he had managed to get into his head that he wasn't alone in the success though. That, if anything, she deserved the authorship for his thesis as much as he did. Six months later, he had worked the courage to casually ask her out through Skype. A sort of arrangement that once she comes back, he expects them to be a thing already. It was unconventional. Technically, unofficial even. But over the past two years Sasuke had proven to be serious enough in his wooing her that even the once skeptical-over-any-kind-of-relationship Hinata was thoroughly made convinced of his sincerity. And so the pretty law student, as confused as she was at first by his sudden attraction with her, only managed to learn to accept his love over timeless conversations about what they like best.
So it is quite clear, that she had been the last one to say that she likes the other too.
Sasuke doesn't mind though.
At least theirs became a requited romance.
"I don't think it's a good idea, if you ask me. Seeing other girls at the side when we are together. " He says with conviction when the silence persisted as the unspoken question of why their joint walk together in memory lane has something to do with their bothering libido, surfaces heavily overhead. Sasuke steeples his fingers in thought, closing his eyes. He always is the one who says those magical three words first while waiting for Hinata to respond with what he knows is but a halfhearted return of affection but that, now is hardly a thing he should be ruminating about. He wants her. And all be damned if merely the wide expanse of the ocean is the only thing that will ever hinder him from that.
Agostino Caracci said so himself. Love conquers all.
Such unbearable cheesiness, he could tell. But even an archaic, overused, cliché does ring applicably true in what they can call their romance. Sasuke and Hinata. They had endured for two years after all. Surely, two more (should the world hate him enough for that), is something manageable.
Yeah, you can really see that with all his prior goals accomplished, Sasuke can be ironically a bit of a lovestruck idiot with some unerring patience as a virtue.
"I'm not a Renaissance man. Far from it. So you should see that I'm not really a big fan of polygamy." He continues with indignance, still a bit bruised to what she thought he should do once he meets the incapability (like it's an inevitability in itself) that he can no longer keeps his hands on himself. "To me it's not a forgivable offence." A meaningful look. "Because it's essentially cheating. And I'm better than that. Uchiha men are loyal." Reverse psychology. Sasuke knows from firsthand experience with Hinata that it works a lot.
"I love you, yes. You can ask me why. But I know it's just it. A given." He sighs heavily upon saying all these, leaning back on his swivel chair with a laidback attitude that shouldn't betray the turmoil of emotions that is on riot inside his guts. "So please don't speak of our relationship like I don't."
Skype chooses that moment to be a slowpoke.
When the image returns to its former downloading speed, things have gotten even more awkward than before between the couple.
This is not the type of mushy-feelings-inducing talk they are used to having.
"I love you too." She answers softly nonetheless, biting her lower lip in a very distracting way that made the suddenly growing bulge in Sasuke's pants an anticlimactic addition to their angst. Because seriously, who the hell gets turned on when you are already on the verge of breaking up? "But sometimes I believe I shouldn't. That it isn't enough. I feel… insufficient. I love because you love me. You know that, Sasuke-kun." To which he only numbly nods in confirmation, blatantly ignoring the severe inflection that he is indeed, the proverbial sixty percent in their relationship. "Which is why sometimes I think that I am not what you need."
Wow. This angst is pretty much getting out of hand.
"Hm. Well it's good enough for me then." He snaps, looking at her with a vicious glare. Hinata fidgets apprehensively on her seat. Sasuke forces his face to soften. In vain. But his next words do the trick anyway. "My brother once told me that love is when you can imagine yourself with that special person ten years from now. He's an overly romanticized man who only relies for love advice through stupid novels and his lack of experience but he means well. And meeting you made me believe it." He smiles then and this time, it is not as creepy as when he is undressing her off with his lecherous dark eyes. This one… This one… This one seems to be only reserved for someone who is more than just an… internet fling. "I didn't draw a blank for once. Imagining us together is easy. Because we talk. Because you make me smarter than I am. Because you are really beautiful. And because—"
"…because I m-make you horny for a change?" she finishes for him bravely.
"—because I really do love you." He blurts out with emphasis, not wanting to admit that her supplication is accurate as well. But his profuse blushing is saying enough.
Silence.
Hinata looks astounded. Ohhhh. A spontaneous confession!
Sasuke appears embarrassed as hell for being so sappy to be able to say those things.
This is really, really, majorly getting more awkward now that they could just stop.
Heavy breathing. Even the air is suffocating! And they aren't even supposed to be sharing it!
Before Hinata, amidst this entire corniness overload in the air and determination to just change the topic, manages to whisper with a very much noticeable panting of breathe. (She also has a bit of tear stains around her eyes. Wow, so much drama.) "I think." She drawls, seeming abashed by her impending suggestion. With a good reason. Considering what it is. "T-That maybe it's better for our mental health if we should just have s-sex."
Surprised, Sasuke gasps.
Finally! Sasuke rejoices.
Excited, Sasuke trembles in anticipation.
Who knew that reminding her of Moses having horns would lead to this?
He is being the biggest hypocrite, he knows but still, amidst the really hot room and before his irresistibly fuckable girlfriend, Sasuke still finds himself agreeing. "Yes." He sighs out, finally opting to tell the more imminent truth. That he didn't like the feel of being fully clothed around her anymore. And that really, they should do the deed already. As soon as possible. "Let's."
He is indeed, by reputation, quite a subtle manipulator.
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The Next Day
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"I'm going to be back home during Spring Break." She informs him in excitement, this time her words laced with definite certainty that makes him think that her father, after two and a half years of thinking it would be a waste of money (even though the old fart is just damn, filthy rich), had finally bought her a plane ticket for Japan. For the first time in his life, Sasuke does the happy dance. Inwardly of course. He still has some dignity left!
And besides, jumping up and down all over his dormitory is hardly arousing. He is supposed to look extra hot during these times with Hinata, not some creep who thinks tap dancing is in for a macho ride.
But Spring Break is like, only a month away!
"For real?" He tries desperately not to sound too excited. I mean, his groin (which speaks enough for itself already) is pretty far from his vocal chords so he should be able to do this right. Instead though, he ended up teetering his need for confirmation like a giddy child who was recently told about the tale of Santa. Eager. Excited. Definitely on fire. Sasuke rubs his hands together, in a futile way to calm his beating heart. "You really are coming home?"
"I am." She smilingly affirms with her face red for a reason that is not so unfathomable now that Sasuke knows for himself that his girlfriend pretty much has her mind on the gutter. For like the whole time they are talking. If the Gods choose to reveal that she actually is a smut fanfiction author in some obscured fandom, Sasuke realizes that he hardly shall be surprised. "That's because I believe I owe you a lot." She adds.
And that's when she gives him a very much suggestive wink.
Had he been a lesser man, Sasuke could have fainted right there and then.
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Naruto understands fully well how the International Dateline works. Such a phenomenon is pretty much child's play after all, with him learning as early as his first episode of Doraemon that Americans celebrate their New Year ten hours later than the Japanese do. That they wake up in Japan's picturesque sunset. That they say 'good morning' when it's midnight. Or something to that effect since he's just quoting a song he can't even begin to comprehend. But what Uzumaki Naruto doesn't really get is why the normally stoic, unemotional, ice-cold-fish-in-a-white-plate, basically-an-automaton, calculating-machine Uchiha Sasuke didn't even try to consider the inconveniences given when he chose to have a really hot phone sex with his girlfriend-from-America. In the middle of the fucking night, no less!
I mean, sure, Naruto knows that Hinata is still wide awake with it being early noon in her place and all. And could perfectly well sympathize in her predicament should she have a bit of a jetlag in their communication. But normally, the innocent, thoughtful, perceptive and practically-all-things-nice, Hyuuga Hinata is nowhere that dense not to realize that Sasuke has roommates who need a few hours of shuteye too and that loud moans of ecstasy or a creaking bedspring is not exactly their idea of a tranquilizing lullaby.
As it is, in fact more akin to a very disturbing nightmare. It's the Booooogeeeeymaaaan.
Well, he does certainly sound like some monstrous fiend during masturbation.
Like this: "Nngghhh.. Hinata…" Sasuke would groan, breathing so labored that it hardly left anything to the imagination. Naruto could guess exactly where his hands are at this moment. And what they are doing. Pump. Pull. Push. The magical three Ps of fucking yourself. And perhaps with a little touch of lubrication, everything would be perfect enough for the wild imagination to do its wonders. Sasuke would give an experimental tug to his prick and after noticing how it feels so good, there commences even more desperate yanks. Stretching out with at first a slow and reasonable rhythm. Until things get too hot as little Sasuke becomes a real man's big, hard dick pointing proudly to the world, beaming an angry flushed red. He would start yanking it away fiercely then and would eventually learn to love each tug. Naruto knows. He's been there a lot of times already.
The sound of skin slapping would then be followed by successive ejaculations of curses, as a string of colorful words make its crossing in the Uchiha's most-likely agape mouth. "Shit… Dammit… Fuck… Crap…" And sometimes even: "Hinata!" Which is really weird. How Sasuke manages to make such a nice name sound like a swearword is beyond him. Without a doubt, at this moment, Sasuke is having fun poking his wet fingers in his entrance as the stroking in his own cock gets more persistent. Meanwhile trying to get on with the thought of having himself be given a really, really hot blowjob.
From the really hot Hinata.
Naruto groans, reaching for his own manhood. God, this is so much.
"I'm going to fuck you so hard…" he hears Sasuke murmur amidst the squeaking of the bedsprings. Good thing and Sai is nowhere to be seen (where is that fucktard anyway?) or else this would be more scandalous than it already is. Naruto muffles his own sounds of arousal with his pillow, not believing how he was imagining the three of them having a threesome now. "You hear that Hinata?" Sasuke resumes the dirty talk, most likely as he begins thrusting again in his own encircled fingers. He probably hadn't discovered pillow humping yet. "I'm going to shove my big, hard cock in your wet, warm pussy the moment I see you. And we're going to have real hot sex in my room! Ugh." Sasuke pauses as he listens for what to Naruto sounds like a murmur of static from the other side, the hiss that could actually mean anything making this erotic night even more poignant. "Don't be shy Hinata-ah… Hmm… Yeah… Moan like that for me… Un… Shit… So perfect… Ugh."
Wow, Naruto compromises with some amazement, eyes closed. Sasuke really doesn't know how to do it right, doesn't he? (Because, isn't he supposed to be the one with a wider range of vocabulary. He should do better than that! He should have been more descriptive dammit! It's like hearing a very bad porn being read aloud.). But nevertheless, the blonde-haired man grabs the pillow from his head. Pulls down his pants as quietly as he could. Bends forward to ready his arousal. And sandwiches the fluffy thing on his hard-on, humping on it with the fervor he inevitably has whenever he's with Sakura. It helps that the pillow is pink as well. Yeah, as Sai says, sooo gay. But hey, he isn't the one who shows off his pale torso for anyone to lick, right?
Pretty soon, he is cumming already. "Sakura!" he screams as he releases himself into the old pillow and immediately sinks into his bed with utter fulfillment.
Crickets croaking. Definitely eerier than silence itself.
It is Sasuke who pokes his head down towards him, his scowl very visible despite the poor fluorescence as he mutters the word: "Copycat."
"Hey." Naruto deadpans in response, glaring weakly at the obviously annoyed dark-haired man, whose face is bathed by the lighting of his phone, apparently not finished with Hinata just yet. Naruto smirks, pitying the poor girl who is stuck trying to get turned on by an inexperienced virgin. "At least now I understand why you try." He amends, grinning widely. "Now go and finish what you have to. Some people need their sleep you know."
Sasuke's head retracts and the drill once again begins…
And didn't finish until dawn.
With…
"Hinata!"
"Shit!"
"I'm so close!"
"Here it is I'm coming!"
"Once you come back—"
Needless to say, neither of the two got any sleep that night.
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Naruto has eyebags, red eyes, basically an unhealthy insomniac look when Sai comes back to their dorm the next morning.
He smirks upon setting his eyes on the disheveled blond. Sasuke is at contentedly sipping on his coffee, busying himself with the phone in the meantime. "Got a nightmare, dickless?" the pale man asks, looking smug at Naruto's growing scowl and Sasuke's apparent nonchalance.
The blonde growls ferociously, getting exactly what he meant with the innuendo. He hates it whenever the artist is right.
Yes, he just had a fucking nightmare. Like literally.
It didn't help at all that Sasuke is happily whistling all throughout the morning.
(TBC)
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I am having pretty good traffic with this story but not much reviews these days. But nevertheless, your encouraging comments keep me going on. I love reviews so whenever I receive one, I write the next chapter as soon as I can because with me being free from school and part-time job only taking six hours a day, I do have a lot of time to spare. But I tend to slack off when there is no feedback to be received in the meantime so I hope I'd reach the 30 mark this time so I can get things rolling.
This chapter is particularly hard to write (and not only because it's super long). Took me some time actually. Somehow, the characters seem to be having a life of their own and I as their irresponsible authoress is just letting them. Lol. Not much laughs in this installment but I'm pretty sure the next will be worth this interlude. But please tell me if you find this chapter rather sub-par. I'd like to expand my room for improvement. And tell me if you find any factual errors. I'm very willing to learn a thing or two. And wait…. Hinata's coming back? :DDD
By the way, did the present tense writing style bother you in any way? It's a pretty hard style to keep up with but I like it as it seems to be the more convenient one to use with how I am planning the story out. I am not a Native speaker either so my grasp in the language may not be really good. Please forgive me for that.
Please review and tell me what you think!
And oh, should I label this from now on as a sort of crackish fic?