Dance with the Demon CH 14

- I do not own any of the characters in this story. All belong to Kisihmoto-san -

Updated my photo for this story, It's something I made a couple years back on my tablet before it broke. I really need to get another one so I can draw more ."

Not the best artwork, but I love it :3

-Warning! this chapter contains matter of the sexual nature and some graphic language!-

~Enjoy~

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I stifled a groan, biting my lip as I stared absently at the ceiling.

My body felt hot and sticky against the sheets that I lay on, and I could feel the sweat roll down my temple to my neck and into the long strands of brown hair splayed out against my pillow.

My pants and boxers pulled down under my hips as they bucked gently against the tug of my palm.

My left hand clenched the sheets tightly in a fist as my right curled around my throbbing dick, my wrist jerking up and down slowly from the base to the tip.

Ughh… Hinata…

My pale eyes fluttered closed to envision the face of my fantasy lover as my mind conjured an image of her unclothed curves. I had never actually seen my cousin naked after age five, so all I could do was make educated guesses from how her outfits sometimes clung to her.

I released my lip as my mouth parted open, beginning to pant and huff as my strokes became faster.

My legs were bent and spread and my heels dug into the sheets as my hips bucked off the bed in desperate thrusts.

Oh kami.

I imagined Hinata's face contorted into one of pleasure, her mouth open and gasping under me as I shoved myself into her over and over again. Her cheeks would be rosey with blush and excitement and her eyes half-lidded as she stared up into mine… Her breasts would bounce as I slammed against her thighs and she would begin to wrap her arms around my shoulders and call out my name. She would feel so wet and tight around my flesh and I would be dizzy and euphoric as I listened to her frantic breathing.

H-Hinata…..!

My palm squeezed against my dick as my strokes became frantic and harsh and I arched off my bed in blissful agony as the sensation took ahold of my body.

"Ahhhh!"

I threw my head back with a sharp cry as my hand jerked over the tip and I felt cum spill out onto my wrist and drip down onto my stomach.

I imagined Hinata's voice as she would scream out and how her chest would flush and her face hold an expression I could only dream of.

My hand slowed with a few final light strokes and dropped down to rest on the mess on my stomach. I drew in a long breath to steady my racing heart and erratic breathing.

Fuck, Hinata… You have no idea how badly I want you…..

I opened my lavender eyes to stare at the ceiling wistfully. My left arm came up to bend and lay across the cursed seal on my forehead

I've been with her since we were children.

I had been told that I was meant to protect my younger cousin at the cost of my life, and didn't take it seriously until I met her. I remember the first time I was introduced to her, her shy smile and cute features had made me blush like mad and my heart fluttered when she smiled at me. My crush had then turned into full-blown infatuation when we had become older and faced each other in the chuning exams. I hadn't held back. I wanted to save her from the life of a shinobi by force if necessary, and unfortunately it had indeed come down to that. I hadn't realized until afterwards how strong my feelings had been.

I was a fool.

My attempt to deter her from the path of a shinobi failed and instead it had pushed her to become stronger and more confident. When we had met again, she was almost a different person. She had become a remarkable shinobi and that's when my infatuation became admiration.

And now here I am.

Lusting and longing for the one I had pushed to the brink of death with my own hands.

After I realized my true feelings, I had swore to support her. I had decided I would become her companion and comfort her and try my best not to stand in her way.

When I had learned our family intended us to marry, I was filled with hopeful joy. I didn't know if she knew of my feelings for her, but I was sure she would warm up to me if we were wed. She'd never expressed any interest in sexuality or men, and I'm confident that is just a part of her nature and her lingering shyness.

To my knowledge, she's never expressed a crush on anyone, and even a cheap dirty joke would embarrass her enough to want to blush and hide.

But that's also what I loved about her. Despite her new confidence, she was still humble and at times shy and inexperienced.

She was pure.

I scoffed out loud at the realization that I was tarnishing her purity with my hungry desires. What would she think if she knew this was a regular occurrence in my bedroom late at night? How would she feel to know how my mind envisioned her naked body and contorted her innocence into a symbol of lust in my imagination?

My arm covered my eyes as I smirked into the darkness.

She would probably never come near me again.

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"Hinata, touch me."

My heart began to beat in my ears fiercely and I had to remind myself to breath normally.

I stared up into his eyes, his face drawn down in complete seriousness as his eyes burned back. Was he serious? Is this really what he wanted? Why now? Why was he suddenly telling me to touch him, what had changed?

I couldn't help the nervous twitch of my lips and they threatened to tremble along with my hands. Why did he look so confident…

"Gaara...sama…"

I had become very aware of my lack of honorifics in recent events and I mumbled them out now in silent question of his demand.

He tipped his head down just enough to be considered a nod then raised it back, refusing to break the lock on our eyes.

I gulped and then after several elongated moments of silence, I felt my arm raise to level with the right side of his jaw. It was bent enough in order not to come into contact with him immediately in our close proximity. If I was going to do this, it would be slow and deliberate. I would wait for his approval and watch for any warning signs to stop. The last thing I wanted was for him to lose control and want to rip me apart. By how still he was standing and the concentration in his eyes, I was sure he had probably never let someone touch him so… intimately before.

This would be a first. For both of us.

The past couple of days when we were pressed together and his lips were on my skin, it was more of a hormonal instinct that drove us both to lose control of our rational thoughts.

But this. This was a very conscious decision made with calculated precision and needed to happen slowly.

His eyes still did not leave mine even as I began to straighten my arm out towards him.

I could feel my breaths leave my lips in small huffs as my heart pounded against my ribs, but all I could think of was his porcelain skin.

"Wait."

My hand stilled mid-air before it connected with his cheek, my arm completely frozen at his voice.

His gaze slid to the floor and my mouth hung open as I watched the skin on his face shift and suddenly drip down to fall at his feet.

Sand. I realized now his skin was coated in a thin, flesh colored layer of sand.

I gulped. That's something new I hadn't known. Thinking back now, his touch did seem a bit coarse when it had connected with mine..

So this would be the first time I would actually feel his skin.

If I was nervous before, now I was a trembling wreck.

"Calm down."

I realized I had let out a small squeak at his words when his brows drew up in mild concern.

Okay, I can do this.

I furrowed my brows in concentration as if I were performing open-heart surgery.

Slowly, ever so slowly, my fingers inched towards his face until they settled against his cheek and jaw.

My eyes widened as I stared at the interaction.

His skin was hot.

So hot, I couldn't believe it wasn't beat red with the heat it retained.

I could feel his jaw tighten and lock under my touch but his expression remained relatively unchanged, his eyes still trained on mine.

I focused on my fingers as I let them trail delicately down his skin to his chin then slowly back up to the swell of his cheek just under his eye. It was unfathomably silky. Perhaps the sand was a great exfoliator, or just that dirt couldn't get in under it to tarnish the pristine skin.

My hand came back down and my fingers stopped at the corner of his mouth before grazing lightly over his pale pink lips.

I almost immediately regretted doing so.

My eyes widened as a faint pink stained his cheeks and I felt my entire face inflame embarrassingly at the reaction I had caused.

He…... was blushing.

His eyes darted to the ground suddenly when he noticed I had caught his expression and I couldn't help how my lips tugged back into a wide smile even as my own face burned.

I almost couldn't believe it.

I had never seen anything like this on his face. I had never seen him blush or any sort of color stain his pale hue. Then a thought came to me.

The sand layer.

My heart skipped a beat.

The sand layer probably hides all his facial expressions in a calm, composed sketch that he always has in place. He could have been blushing like mad or turning blue this whole time I've known him, and I never had a clue!

I suddenly saw him in an entirely new light.

Maybe he had been just as nervous as I all along. And now he was showing me. He was letting me see his feelings and how he truly reacts to me.

My smile turned into a gleeful grin as his gaze slid up to mine almost shyly to settle on my expression. I watched the pink on his cheeks for several moments, taking a mental picture before his eyes closed and his jaw clenched and it faded back to pasty white.

He was back under control for the moment and my grin came down to a normal small smile as I focused on touching him again.

My eyes locked on his forehead and my fingers slowly ran up around his eye until they came into contact with a startling texture.

It was rough.

I hadn't even noticed the way his eyes shot open and widened as I ran my finger along the rough strokes of blood red kanji.

A scar.

My lips silently mouthed the word as I rubbed along it in amazement.

I had always thought it was some sort of inked tattoo or maybe even painted on daily as Kankuro does with his purple make-up.

No.

This symbol was rough and protruded slightly from his smooth skin in a way one could tell it was made in a crude and uncareful way. Who had made this? How?

Why?

My fingertips memorized the feeling, running along the thick lines over and over until I noticed his hand clutching my wrist.

I was startled from my concentration as his hand gently but firmly took hold of my wrist, pulling it just enough to break the contact but his eyes held mine sternly.

I watched as he gently pulled my hand down and he rested it against his exposed neck.

I absently noted that I was becoming with the familiar heat of his skin when I felt a strong sensation beating under my palm.

His pulse.

I gasped when I realized he had placed my hand directly on his pulse line and was shocked when I knew why.

It was racing frantically just like mine was.

I cupped my fingers around his neck as I gently pushed against the strong pounding in his vein.

His eyes silently answered what my mind was asking.

He wanted me to know how he was feeling.

This was the most intimate way he could possibly express to me exactly what he was feeling right now in this moment. I felt my eyes glisten and my emotions rose all the way up to cloud my mind and almost my vision. I had suddenly wanted to cry.

He drew his bottom lip in his teeth and I saw the swirling of emotions in his clouded teal eyes as he stared into mine. His expression was so naked. It was so soft and vulnerable that I felt the tears prick at the corners of my eyes.

This is really who he was.

He was a vulnerable, innocent boy who pushed people away because he was afraid to let anyone in. This was a man who had grown up so hated that he ended up hating others first before they had the chance to hurt him.

I did feel a tear slip down my cheek as I smiled warmly back at his gaze.

He had let me in.

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Phew! *fans eyes*

I just had to pound this chapter out, it was killing me!

Is it bad to say I'm so in love with them right now? My own mind astonishes me to no end, but I should actually give the credit to the characters in general. It's like, they were already meant to be.

Hope you enjoyed the tad bit of smut at the beginning, I know I did (hehe) and hope the ending wasn't too mushy :P

Sorry for another short chapter, but hell, I may just upload another tomorrow!

And I apologize if there are errors or misspellings, I really should be asleep right now so I will check and fix them tomorrow.

Thanks for all your support!

-CH 14 Fin-