Hi everyone, thanks so much for the sweet comments . I have to apologize for taking so long to updat in the middel of the smut nonetheless.
But I really have mixed feelings about posting this chapter and seriously, I considered making two parts of it. Anyways, bear with me.
Sasuke's lips trailed a heated path along her neck and collarbone, his mouth descending to encircle and tease her nipples, eliciting a delicious arch in her form as she surrendered to his touch. Against her damp, still-throbbing core, she couldn't deny the sensation of his rigid shaft, a union of pleasure and anticipation. With a purposeful motion, she grinded against him, seeking the friction that would ignite her sweetest sensations.
Aware that this wasn't merely the urge driven by their primal impulses, Sasuke comprehended the depth of her desire. As the scent faded away, her need for him remained resolute, to have this pleasure from him, an undeniable yearning for further connection with him beyond the uncontrollable lust. This profound realisation only heightened his own arousal, his member responding with increased rigidity. In this moment, he harboured a single intent — to fulfil her needs, to provide the pleasure she craved, as long as she needed it, without concern for external constraints.
In a fluid motion, he lifted her, her legs encircling his waist, the friction against his throbbing erection a testament to their shared longing. With her in his arms, he carried her to the room where the two rogues laid unconscious. On a futon bed, he gently placed her. His ministrations continued, his lips and tongue mapping her contours with an insatiable hunger. Suckling her nipples, savouring the curve of her belly, and nipping at her waist, each touch orchestrated to enhance her pleasure.
A shift in their positions brought him behind her, their bodies aligned as his shaft nestled between her inviting folds. Delightful friction ensued as he moved against her, the rhythm a symphony of sensation. Simultaneously, his lips fastened onto her neck, the pressure mingling with the sweet sting of a possessive kiss, sucking her thin skin leaving a mark. His hands moved over her body as he explored every inch of her.
Her voice became husky from her loud moans. She gasped for a breath. "Sasu… more… I need more," she pleaded, a desperate urgency lacing her voice. And he was equally consumed by his own yearning, a profound desire to delve deeper into her, to connect on a level beyond physicality. He heeded her plea, his fingers resuming their caress of her clit, while his lips met hers in a passionate kiss.
"Your fingers… inside… it's burning," she whispered, her gaze locked onto his with a dangerous hunger. He complied, consciously two fingers entering her, his motions insistent as he ground against her g-spot with keenness. The symphony of her moans and arching form affirmed the potency of his touch, the connection of their bodies amplifying their shared pleasure.
Pressing her into the futon, his embrace intensified, a fusion of their forms as he savoured the sensation of her melding into him. Her plea resonated deeply, a desperate craving that matched his own. He knows the heavenly feeling of their parts touching but he wants to know how it feels inside of her wet core, enveloped by her walls, squeezing on him. His lips trailed down her neck and his breath sent shivers through her body. His voice with raw need, whispered in her ear, "I want you, Hinata. I want you so bad, I can't fucking take it anymore."
Her pleasure-induced arching spurred his own urgency. "Ah... Sasu... more," she moaned, her pleasure a crescendo demanding release.
Licking her neck with fervour, his fingers navigated her depths, the dual dance of pleasure and pain spiralling her toward an edge she dared not cross alone. "I want to fuck you," he confessed, his voice heavy with a primal eagerness as he bit her earlobe. "I want to fuck you so hard that you only crave me."
Her hands reached for him, fingers curling around his neck, pulling him closer. "I want you too, so desperately," she confessed, her voice quivering.
Meeting her gaze with unflinching intensity, he stopped his movement, imparted his earnest desire. "Hinata, I want to be inside you," his voice was a solemn declaration, a plea and promise entwined.
The moment hung heavy with anticipation as she met his gaze, her fingers tracing the contours of his cheek before their lips met in a fervent kiss. "Me… me too," she confessed, sealing her surrender with a kiss. She felt her desire for him grow and she wanted him more than anything.
"Hinata!" The intensity of her compliance momentarily caught him off guard, but the power of her charm held sway over him.
She is his girl and he will have her as he desired. No one is able to stop him now. Rubbing his shaft slowly against her slick entrance, "This might sting a bit." he whispered, "Kiss me." The moment their lips met, he initiated the slow thrust, a steady intrusion that coalesced pain and pleasure. She tried to concentrate on the kiss, sucking his tongue and lips. She gasped in his mouth and closed her eyes as the pain got intolerable. As her body adjusted, he whispered against her mouth, "Look at me... " Sasuke commanded, "You're mine now."
"Sasu... I love you," tears traced down her cheeks, her voice laden with emotion. "Make me yours."
Sasuke exerted restraint, biting into her shoulder to quell his own hunger, worried about taking her too rough and hurting her. He didn't move after thrusting in her, yet, the sensation was unbearable; her tightness enveloped him, and she felt like his ideal sanctuary.
Rubbing her clit to distract her from the pain, Sasuke noticed Hinata groping her breast in pleasure and punching her nippels. He watched in awe and lust. As she became aware of his stare, she guided his hand to her nippels, allowing him to touch her too, flickering and pinching her erect hard peeks. He bent to her side and took the pink mounts into his mouth. Her moans, unfiltered, filled the air, an intoxicating melody that inflamed his senses. In unison, they navigated this symphony of pleasure, both seeking and bestowing ecstasy upon one another.
As he slowly began to move within her, the sensation transcended all that they had previously experienced. It was a divine pleasure that he felt, "Fuck, you are so perfect." he groaned. Her gasps and moans, her unrestrained pleasure, drove him to the edge of control. Watching her entranced in pleasure, got him mesmerised, her every movement a spellbinding dance of desire. Guiding her hand to her pleasure nob, he melded their sensations, amplifying their mutual pleasure.
In this rhapsody of their shared desires, boundaries blurred, and time ceased to exist. They were two souls entwined in a ballet of pleasure, a primal connection that surpassed physicality, a union born from the depths of their longing.
His lips and tongue traversed her skin, a path of fiery kisses and fervent licks that traced an intimate journey on her cheek, neck and shoulders and… her nape. It beckoned him, an offering too tempting to resist. He grazed his teeth along the sensitive skin. He longed to leave his mark. He licked it. His thrusts deepened trying to distract himself.
The insatiable need to claim her, to mark her, to make her irrevocably his, surged through him like a tempestuous tide. As he pounded into her, he vocalised his intent with raw passion, punctuating each thrust with a fervent declaration. "You're mine. All mine," he grunted, his voice a symphony of dominance and longing.
"Make me yours, Sasu," her voice a plea laden with yearning, her hand guiding his to her throat, igniting a new level of intensity within her.
His control wavered, the struggle between restraint and abandon reached its peak. "I want to bite you," he groaned, his lips tracing her nape in a slow, deliberate exploration.
The sensation was too much for her and she felt like her whole body was shaking. Hinata had never felt something like this before, it was so intense and overwhelming. Sasuke kept going, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. He was relentless and Hinata could do nothing but surrender to the pleasure. "Yes" she gasped desperately.
"I want you, Hinata " he slammed a deep thrust into her.
"Ah… Make me yours, Sasuke-kun" she uttered with trembling intensity, her plea carving a path to his heart.
"I'm gonna bite you" he pounded into her.
"Sasu.. do it, make me yours."
"Hinata!" He licked her nape.
Their shared climax, a crescendo of pleasure and release, approached rapidly, heralded by her gasps. "I'm cuming," she pinched her nippel again.
"Me too," he acknowledged and his grip on her throat tightened.
The pivotal moment arrived, their desires converging as her impassioned plea hung in the air. "It's burning, bite me, Sasu, now," she implored, bending her head more forward and stretching her nape.
"Fuck, your mine, mine forever" His fangs descended as his movement got quicker.
"I love you, I'll always love you" she revealed.
"Hinata!" he murmured, his fangs dawned on her nape, marking the pinnacle of their union with a sensuous bite.
The taste of her sweet blood electrifying his senses. A profound bond, a new sensational smell more delicious than ever before enveloped them, and he felt it was all his. An unbreakable tether that transcended their physical connection, forging an eternity of shared existence. It was the most beautiful feeling.
The culmination of their passion reverberated through her, a crescendo that mirrored the rhythm of their bodies. Her walls clenched around him as his bite marred her flesh, igniting a symphony of pleasure that surged through his veins. He held her with an intensity that mirrored their fervor, their bodies spasming in a culmination of ecstasy that bound them together on every level.
Gazing at the mark he had left upon her nape, a copy to the mark he saw on that woman on the festival, he tenderly lapped at it, attempting to soothe the lingering pain. Leaning his forehead against her shoulder, he struggled to regain his composure, his breath ragged from the intensity of their connection.
The idea of pulling out of her seemed unfathomable; he yearned to remain within her, he belongs here. Their unity a testament to their shared passion. He wants to do it again. But she is probably hurt. "Are you ok?" he asked, concerned for her well-being.
Hinata nodded, yet, feeling like she had been through a hurricane. She was exhausted but still in awe of the intensity of the pleasure she had just experienced. Sasuke had taken her to a place she never knew existed and she was grateful for it.
Her affirmation brought a measure of relief, "Does it hurt?" he inquired gently,
"A little." she whispered shyly.
Sasuke tried to pull out. But Hinata stopped him. "Stay a little longer, I like how you feel inside of me." she murmured into the futon, escaping his gaze.
Startled, he warned, a trace of both amusement and longing tinging his words. "If I stay, we'll do it again."
Her yearning mirrored his own, a shared sentiment that held the promise of further exploration. "Okay, " she whispered in agreement.
"Fuck Hinata, you're driving me crazy." Hinata flinched as she felt him get hard inside of her.
He shifted her position, her straddling him, their bodies igniting anew. "Ride me, goddess," he commanded in adoration.
After their intense encounter, Hinata and Sasuke found themselves showering together, the soothing cascade of water washing away the evidence of their shared passion. Their bodies, though cleansed, still hummed with the echoes of their desires. Hinata felt the weight of their passion engulfing her, and exhaustion washed over her like a tidal wave. She couldn't help but succumb to the weariness that settled in her bones, her body seeking solace in a much-needed nap.
Meanwhile, Sasuke retreated to a quiet corner, his thoughts a tempest of conflicting emotions. The room had been cleared of its drowsy occupants, granting him a private space to grapple with the aftermath of their shared intensity. His forehead creased with a mixture of guilt and uncertainty, his gaze fixed on some unseen point in the distance.
The passion that had consumed them in the heat of the moment was now replaced by a lingering question: What did he do? He had claimed her as his own, leaving his mark upon her like an indelible symbol of possession. He had ruined her like she was his to ruin. In his desire, he had unleashed a primal force upon her, igniting a passion that seemed to consume them both. Yet, with the passion subsided, he grappled with a cascade of thoughts. Had his desires driven him to recklessness? How would Hinata perceive him now? Would she view him as a man overtaken by his basest instincts, unable to exercise control? Or would she recognize the intricate layers that had led them to this point?
In the haze of their shared encounter, she had seemingly consented to every advance, but he understood that their actions had been fueled by an insurmountable torrent of lust. Yet, even in the midst of his inner turmoil, he couldn't ignore the call for reason and restraint. He acknowledged his role as the one who should have exercised restraint, the one who should have risen above the tempest of desires that threatened to engulf them.
But the struggle between primal urges and rational thought was relentless. How long could a man resist the siren song of such intense temptation?
The die had been cast, their connection forged, and there was no turning back. Sasuke resolved to finish off his brother and pave the way for Hinata's reunion with her beloved 'usuratonkachi' Naruto. He clung to the hope that once their ultimate goal was achieved, their lives would return to some semblance of normalcy. Or so he hoped, for the complexities of their newfound desires had yet to reveal their full impact on their intertwined destinies.
Yet, the thought of delivering Hinata to Naruto – the mere idea – sent an agonising pang through his heart, nearly choking him. How could he possibly fulfil such a duty? The bond they had formed during their intimate connection now held him captive, its grip tightening as the spectre of losing her loomed large. Sasuke grappled with this newfound feeling, its complexity adding to his confusion.
As he sat lost in thought, a faint sound reached his ears. Someone was attempting to open the door. "Sasuke, open up, it's me, Suigetsu." Sasuke rose and unlocked the door.
The white haired man entered, scratching his head in puzzlement. "What's with the locked door?" he asked in a loud tone, then he recognized Hinata's sleeping form and gestured to himself with his pointer on his lips to keep quiet.
Instead of addressing Suigetsu's question, Sasuke cut to the chase. "Did you find anything useful?" he inquired, a sense of urgency underlining his words.
Suigetsu shrugged. "Not much, really. Where's Karin? She hasn't come back yet, has she?" He lowered his voice
"She's still out," Sasuke replied shortly, "Are you hungry?" he asked, steering the conversation toward a more mundane topic.
As they placed an order for lunch, Hinata gradually woke up, her gaze meeting Sasuke's in a confusing mortification. The atmosphere was a mix of an undercurrent of shared emotions and anticipation for the return of the team members.
Soon enough, Karin and Jugo returned, completing their group. With everyone present, Sasuke began narrating his encounter with Itachi, laying out the information he had gathered, while leaving out the mystery of the puzzled words that his brother spoke about regarding his relationship with Hinata. The team's attention was fixed on him, absorbing his words with a palpable seriousness.
Jugo's response carried a touch of resignation. "Right now, all we can do is wait. Our next move depends on what Kisame brings to us."
…
When Karin found herself alone with Hinata, she took a moment to study her, a thoughtful look crossing her features before she tilted her head slightly to the side. "You look different," she remarked, her observation direct.
Hinata's heart raced at the notion. Had Karin somehow perceived the intense connection between her and Sasuke? Gathering herself, Hinata asked, "What do you mean?"
Karin's explanation was as intriguing as it was unexpected. "It's hard to explain. There's a certain glow about you. Something is different ... new, I guess. Did you do something to your skin, like use face masks or treatments?"
Relief washed over Hinata, the tension easing from her shoulders. She offered a sheepish smile. "Oh, that... hehe, yes, I used a cleansing mask. I found the clay in the woods, where we encountered Itachi-san."
Karin seemed to relax at that. "I'm glad they didn't end up fighting. It's a relief that Itachi-kun left. Can you imagine if something happened to my dear Sasuke? I'd take matters into my own hands."
"Umm, yes, I feel the same. Although, I wouldn't dare challenge Itachi-san. He's quite intimidating," Hinata admitted, the memory of their peculiar interaction still fresh in her mind, sending a shiver down her spine.
Curiosity danced in Karin's eyes as she inquired, "What does he look like? Is he as handsome as they say? More handsome than Sasuke-kun?" Karin pressed, her enthusiasm uncontainable.
Hinata hesitated, then admitted, "I can't really compare. They are both handsome in their own way." Hinata's cheeks tinged with pink.
Karin's curiosity continued to unravel. "And what about Naruto? Is he handsome?"
"Naruto-kun?" Hinata's response was punctuated by a flicker of confusion. The memory of her past feelings for him seemed almost distant, as if shrouded in fog. With a shy nod, she responded, "Yes, he is."
"I'll miss you when you leave, Hinata. It's been fun having you here." Karin said sweetly. In her depth also relieved to have Sasuke all for herself. Hopefully she could get rid of the other teammates as easily.
A smile graced Hinata's lips, but underneath the surface, a pang of sorrow tugged at her heart. The idea of leaving Sasuke was already causing an aching emptiness. "I'll miss all of you too," she admitted softly.
As her emotions welled up, threatening to spill over, Hinata retreated to her futon, trying to shield her face from view. "Good night, Karin-san," she whispered, the effort to hold back unstoppable tears becoming more difficult with each passing second.
…
When morning broke, they all got ready to leave the inn. Hinata couldn't help but notice the fatigue etched under Sasuke's eyes. Those dark circles spoke of sleepless nights and stress. She figured it was probably because he hadn't managed to get his revenge on his brother Itachi yet. The burden of that unresolved chapter seemed to weigh heavily on him.
As they stepped out of the inn, the person running the place approached Sasuke with a piece of news. Apparently, a tall man with a distinct shark-like blue face had come by earlier. This unusual guest had left something behind - a letter and a scroll.
Curiosity piqued, Sasuke opened the letter. It was from Kisame. The words held heavy news - Sasuke's brother, Itachi, had passed away that very morning. It seemed Itachi's health had been deteriorating, and upon sensing Sasuke's proximity, he had stopped taking his medicine. He had come back to their hideout the day before, with a newfound contentment, after the unjust and torture he did to his brother, there is new light in his life. He was relieved and embraced the idea of his own death, knowing that Sasuke had found love and his 'mate'. Sasuke's eyebrows furrowed in a mix of emotions. It was frustrating to hear that mysterious sentiment again from Itachi.
The letter continued, delving into Itachi's final wishes. He wanted to be cremated, with his ashes scattered into a river to symbolicly reunite with his dear friend Shisui, which Kisame already preformed. The scroll that Itachi had left behind, believing Sasuke could unlock its secrets, is passing down a valuable information for him to uncover. Holding the scroll in his hands, Sasuke gazed at it thoughtfully.
"Aren't you going to open it?" Suigetsu interrupted, snapping Sasuke out of his daze.
Sasuke's thoughts whirred with intensity. "I have to find him. I need to find his real body. He can't just be gone. He must stay alive. He can't do this to me," he muttered to himself, the words tumbling out louder and louder, screaming in a mixture of desperation and frustration.
The scroll and the letter slipped from his grasp as he rushed out of the inn, his movements fueled by a surge of raw emotion. He sprinted without a clear destination in mind, his feet carrying him aimlessly. At that moment, direction seemed irrelevant.
Hinata reached for the fallen letter and began to read its contents, her fellow teammates leaning in to peer at it with her. An involuntary gasp escaped her lips as the words revealed the unexpected truth: Itachi had passed away. The abruptness of this end had no one expected after the encounter they had shared only the previous day.
Disbelief held Hinata in its grip. But where was Sasuke headed? He didn't even know Itachi's prior whereabouts. Seeking guidance from her Byakugan, she located him standing amidst the woods where their paths had crossed with Itachi's before. His chakra resonated with turbulence, his internal turmoil laid bare as he lowered his head in grief.
Turning to her companions, she offered her insight. "Let's give him some time alone. He'll come back when he's ready," she suggested, understanding the depth of Sasuke's pain.
With heavy hearts, they retreated back into the inn, opting to have breakfast and wait for Sasuke's return. They knew it was not easy for him and it would take time. Furthermore, the realisation settled among them: their mission and their team, as they knew it, had reached its conclusion. They started pondering about what to do next.
Hinata's watchful eyes periodically checked on Sasuke's presence. As the minutes stretched, her concern grew. When he remained stationary, her decision was made. Taking the scroll with her, she ventured toward the woods, driven by the need to be there for Sasuke in this difficult time.
Approaching Sasuke with a gentle caution, Hinata's heart resonated with empathy for the pain he was grappling with. Her Byakugan allowed her a glimpse into the intensity of his emotions as she drew closer to him, the woods a quiet witness to their sombre meeting spot from the day before. The sight of his bowed figure tugged at her own heartstrings. She could sense the intricate tangle of feelings Sasuke held for his brother – the love that coexisted with the anger and sense of betrayal that had consumed him for so long.
"Sasuke-kun, I'm truly sorry for the loss of your brother," Hinata spoke softly, her voice laced with genuine sympathy. "But in some way, I'm relieved that you won't have to fight him anymore."
A bitter sigh escaped Sasuke's lips, his turmoil evident. "I had to face him. He couldn't just die like that. My purpose has always been to avenge my clan, and he ruined that for me."
Hinata's voice carried understanding as she gently offered a different perspective. "He was already sick, dying. Don't you think it was an unfair battle?"
Sasuke turned his head to look at her, his gaze holding a mixture of pain and contemplation. Hinata extended her arm, offering him the scroll she had brought with her.
"Maybe this holds answers to his motives," she suggested.
Sasuke's gaze lingered on the scroll for a long moment, a memory of his past resurfacing – the secret scroll seal that Itachi had taught him. It was a technique known only to the Uchiha main house.
He took the scroll from her, placing it on the ground and gingerly unfurling it. This time, the letter within was from Itachi himself, a testament to the enigma that had always surrounded his actions.
'Dear Sasuke,
I find solace in knowing that you've found love, a balm for your once-furious heart. Love, the best remedy for life's turmoil, has entered your world, and I am pleased to join my own in the afterlife. I could not bring myself to fight you, not after the happiness, delight and relief I experienced yesterday. Your joy was a rare light, and I couldn't bear to extinguish it by pulling you back into the abyss of vengeance.
You've asked me why I did what I did, and the time has come for me to reveal the truth. I acted to save you, my dear brother. I had no choice but to take on the burden myself. The massacre, the annihilation of our clan – it was my desperate attempt to ensure your survival within the village. My wish was for you to grow as a shinobi, surpass even me in strength, and find happiness. I yearned for you to experience the love and family that I forsook and could never achieve.
As I told you before, the Uchiha clan was mired in corruption and greed, a legacy stretching back to even before Madara Uchiha. But my loyalty to the village, to its people, and to you, my cherished person, outweighed all else. The clan planned for a coup d'etat and Shisui's attempts to stop it with his Mangekyo Sharingan failed. The clan was meant to be whipped out. To prevent the violence, chaos, and potential attacks from other villages that would follow, I intervened. I wiped out the clan, sparing them the disgrace of their own ambitions, and turned myself into a villain to save Konoha and YOU.
In secret, I served as an informant within the Akatsuki, sharing vital information with the village. Always, I cherished you, little brother. My heart ached for your disappointment in me. I apologise for any pain I've caused. May you find the happiness and fulfilment you deserve with your partner.
With love,
Itachi '
Itachi aimed to protect Sasuke's happiness -finding his mate and falling in love- and spare him the pain and guilt of his death on his brother's hands. Itachi couldn't let Sasuke kill him, though he wants to give his brother the closure and sense of revenge he seeks, but also knows that his death will bring Sasuke immense pain and suffering.
Sasuke's mind raced as he grappled with the weight of Itachi's words and the conflicting emotions swirling within him. The revelations shook the foundation of his beliefs and brought him face to face with the truth he had long avoided. The emotions swirling within him were complex and powerful. He couldn't deny the sincerity and logic behind Itachi's motives, but accepting them meant unravelling the anger and darkness that had consumed him for so long.
With slightly trembling hands, Sasuke rolled the scroll shut. Perplexed by the amount of unbelievable contents of the letter were akin to an explosion, reshaping his understanding of the past. He came to the conclusion that Hinata was right after all and that he was too blinded by his vengeance and arrogance to think about the possibilities and motives that led to the massacre.
Yet, even as he grappled with the idea that Itachi's motivations were more intricate than he had assumed, Sasuke couldn't entirely shake his scepticism. Could he believe his nee-san's words? Someone like him, marked by deception and cruelty, is not trustworthy. Sasuke spent his life searching for the motive and here it is. Clear and making every sense. Why wouldn't he believe it and just go on with his life. Why is everything not falling in place? Is killing his brother the only thing that he really wanted?
His red eyes bled tears with tomeos spinning like tumultuous tempests, transforming into six star-shaped Mangekyou Sharingan, a manifestation of his overwhelming emotions for his brother's tragic existence. The weight Itachi had carried from such a young age. The burden of leaving the village he loved, to dwell amongst criminals, executing missions that stained his hands with blood against his will, all to maintain the facade of a spy. Each day an agonising reenactment of the moment he took away the life of his family and his own love. The notion gnawed at Sasuke's very soul – he couldn't fathom executing such deeds, even if the fate of the entire world depended on it.
His gaze shifted to Hinata, and gratitude flooded his heart. In his darkest hours, she had been his guiding star, a presence of empathy and compassion. He found himself wondering: Could he drive a blade into her heart if he was in Itachi's shoes? Could he kill his own parents for the sake of the village, for his brother? What kind of heart did Itachi possess? To possess such unwavering loyalty to the village, such boundless love for his brother, that he was willing to sacrifice absolute EVERYTHING.
Just as Itachi had dutifully fulfilled his responsibilities, Sasuke acknowledged his own. His team, their mission – it was all part of a chapter that was ending. He had made a promise to Hinata, one he intended to keep. He would take her back to Naruto, as he had pledged. Then, he would return to the village, face the consequences, and embrace the life that Itachi had given up his own for.
Hinata regarded him with concern, her eyes reflecting her worry. He set the scroll on fire in his hand, and walked past her. A sense of finality surrounded him. When she didn't immediately follow, he turned his gaze to the side. His tone was cool, detached, as he voiced his resolution.
"Let's bring you back to Naruto."
"But... but..." she stumbled, in disbelief, attempting to argue as his words cut through.
"Itachi is gone. There's nothing left but to bring you back, and go on with my life," he stated firmly, his chin up while visibly clenching his teeth.
I'm sorry dear I-Love-trunks-1, I know you wished for Itachi to live on in this fiction, but I already planned out his death in this way long ago. Consider he faked his death and disappeared in the land of Iron ;)