This is some oldie that was chilling in the tumblr archive, finally decided to move it here, but enjoy.

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This Means War

For Sasuke, the past couple days had been his most uncomfortable. The warmth around his neck and ear area just never seemed to dissipate, and his body just felt plagued with heat in general. It's not like he was sweating either; his body just felt like some pent-up, jammed engine ridden with tension and no way to release it.

"Damn, even the store is freezing," Kiba perched as they entered. Sasuke squinted at him curiously, then his face continued to contort when the others agreed before his features slowly relaxed in realization.

Oh.

So it was just him.

He looks around at the group cautiously before slowly unzipping his sweater trying not to draw attention to himself.

"Supermarkets are the worst during this time of year," Shikamaru remarked holding his jacket closer to his body.

Tenten rummages in her bag taking out a piece of paper."Well, we made a list so we can be in and out if we all pay attention and pitch in,"

Naruto huffs. "Then why'd we bring the laziest guy we know?"

"Because he's also the smartest, and we could use the balance-"

Naruto proceeded to question what she meant by that, but Sasuke's thoughts had drifted away by then. They became concerned with the state of his body again-ridden with this unnecessary heat. He became even more miserable at his inability to find a solution to this problem considering where he was not at the moment:

Home.

Why was he here again?

Certainly not for that boisterous, yet respectable, but still boisterous loud mouth Lee. It was 9:30 am on a Saturday, and he wasn't in bed, but he was carrying out errands for his surprise birthday party. While he wouldn't say his pride had completely healed from all those years ago when the kid handed his ass to him in middle school, the two were friendly, but he, nor even Naruto was worth enduring this torture.

So why then, he questioned himself as he sighed into a slouch crossing his arms, had he dragged himself out to grovel in his psychological oven?

"Oh, You guys finally made it." Tenten spoke.

Obsidian captured lavender, albeit only a moment, and Sasuke inhaled trying to disguise the heat that was now burning with extreme fervor and rampaging his mind. He watched blue-black hair fall sparingly from behind her ear to the forefront of her modestly covered shoulder as she approached them.

"Yeah, we got most of the presents from the list." She said, lips moist, he noted.

Squinting to himself in deep thought, nodded.

Of course, it was she that compelled him to be here. The witch, no less.

Ino began,"We would've been here sooner, but we shoulda planned ahead for picking up those nunchuks-"

And he'd spaced out again. He watched her, waiting. Waiting to acknowledge his presence. She observed the conversation, participated in it, made the facade look real.

Hinata Hyuga. Sasuke Uchiha. Two separate entities, who never speak to each other unless the situation calls for it, who acknowledge each other if only for manners, who have nothing in common but their friends-

Had been one, just last night.

As well as the night before that one too.

"Alright guys, lets just get the supplies we need and be on our way." Tenten said, but whatever came next fell deaf on Sasuke's ears.

He was a patient guy, or tried to be, anyway. They weren't dating by any means so was he worried that she acted completely ordinary towards him for the most part despite fucking the shit out him?

Hardly.

But would he prefer her to initiate some sort of greeting considering she initiated…that?

It's only right, is it not?

In lieu of a greeting, she nodded at him with a half smile on her lips. It was the complete mirror of what she would always do even before their recent rendezvous. Not a crack in that wicked mask of hers.

Sasuke gave a barely audible grunt in response, not looking her way, but alas his attempt to feign aloofness at her presence seemed to be going awry as something seemed oddly familiar about her today, and beyond simply knowing each angle of her body's curves…he looked her up and down as she walked away observing her usual modest attire-she had on joggers, and a sweatshirt, clothes that were surely too big for her. He wanted to scoff, the woman was a true witch. She hadn't put even a spec of clothing on the entire time she was at-

His breath hitched recognition greeting him like a pile of bricks.

Those were his fucking clothes.

Sasuke rubbed his neck that had been showered in hot breath and heated lustful kisses, it was stinging like black top on a summer's day. He wanted to be angry or annoyed at least. He wanted that to be his reaction so badly; it would at least then affirm that he wasn't totally hooked.

But watching her shift her weight from pronounced hip to the other in his pants, and seeing how nice his hoodie suddenly looked on her, the discomfort in his pants just had to disagree.

"I found the wrapping paper." Hinata announced. The girls examined the tall cylindrical tubes of paper, and compared the choices, well excluding Hinata, not exactly being known for decisiveness-only on the surface that is. Yet, to Sasuke's interest, her hand still clutched the tube. Skeptical, Sasuke's head lifted.

He just barely catches the glance she sent his way, and his eyes narrow at the deceitful woman. He studies her from his peripheral, and immediately wishes he hadn't. Her hand slid down once, and right back up…then down again, and up-he couldn't be imagining this. Not at all. Then she did it again until Sasuke became convinced she was no witch, but a demoness.

His focus evaded him and some flame engulfed him remembering those same fingers shifting along his own shaft, teasing, daring. He also remembered the how she looked up at him, subtly mischievous and all desire, before she took him up in her mouth, tongue doing just the right things at the right places-swirling along the tip, releasing with him with a pop at the head just before his release.

Sasuke seethed at himself-he was completely losing his cool. He was so entranced by her sensuality-he'd take her right now if he could.
The group round the corner with Sasuke loosely following behind, but she doesn't even chance a look in his direction, and opted for an innocent conversation with an unsuspecting and ignorant Kiba.

Sasuke scoffed at her efforts. How wasn't it obvious they were having sex?

She's got everyone fooled with her potent magic from her quiet mannerisms, politeness, to her ability to make people forget about her without her trying. He rolled his eyes at her false antics. She truly had everyone fooled, but not he.

He knew the truth.

From the way she would no doubt be at his place first thing tonight, demanding not even asking for him just because she knew like hell he'd ever deny her. From the way she'd grind her hips into him making him eager to strip, from the way she'd somehow, mysteriously, be on top, taking power away from him without his being aware, from the way she'd tease him, provoke him,challenge him-he knew just who he was dealing with.

Unlike these suckers, he snidely thought.

But then publicly to see her act so apathetic toward him…He felt…disrespected, seeing her so calm and normal and aloof toward him despite their recent involvement. The Uchiha huffed. For her to so blatantly test him, Sasuke was close to trying something equally if not more provocative as a rebuttal. As if he didn't have her pressed up against the wall, bodies so close their breaths were one, but still yearning for more-her legs skillfully wrapping around his waist pulling him in, groin hardening in the meanwhile, like he didn't make dirty little promises and keep them. He caught himself before licking his lips keeping his face placid. He wanted to see her writhing from in between her legs again, face, in her heat; her back arched, hands tangled in his hair, legs enveloping his back, walls soaked and swollen with juices, pleading, begging… if only to remind her.

"Fuck," He couldn't keep his groan to himself, and his head meets the cereal box shelves.

"Huh? You good, Uchiha? Need anything?" The Inuzuka was looking at him with a risen brow, amused look on his face. Sasuke looks at him, but very much takes in as much of Hinata as he can from his peripheral vision.

Sasuke uncrosses his arms, face stoic. "Very," The Inuzuka boy is nice, but he's a little too dull to catch on Sasuke thinks as he stared directly at her. "I think I got everything I need just last night."

He paced away from them enjoying the slow transition from calm to mortified to determined dance across her features. He smirked.

Friends with benefits? As if.

This was war.

His five seconds of glory had been just that. They ended up in a separate aisle as the group dispersed looking for different things, it was just the two of them…how she managed to do that, apart from hypnotize him with the suggestive sway of the hips and sultry eye glance, he couldn't say for sure, all apart of the demoness prowess he concluded.

Even alone, the two stood a plentiful feet apart on opposite sides of the aisle looking the other up and down with suspicion-well, mainly Sasuke did anyway. Hinata stood idly looking at the shelves of markers and pens like she hadn't cast her final spell on him to lead him here. Like she was some innocent customer.

"Uchiha-san." She greeted finally.

"Hyuga." He had a mind to say nothing, but stare.

She softly looked to him, opal eyes looking genuinely concerned. "You look like you have a lot on your mind." Look at her, not even stuttering.

He shook his head. "No."

The corners of her lips upturn. "Are you sure?"

His face was stoic as he spoke. "You fucked my brains out last night. I can assure you it's autopilot from the head down." He explained, it was half the truth-she damn sure did fuck him to the sun and back, but he was a mess ready to ask for more.

"All the way down?"

There it is.

Sasuke felt his own lips twitch, and sat back against an empty shelf securing its sturdiness. "I don't know how I feel about a foot fetish, but we can see where-"

She advanced to him, standing parallel his sitting stature occupying her attention with the shelves behind him, ass just beside his face.

She reorganized things. "Is clarification," she lifted a knee causing Sasuke to raise a brow until she placed it right between his legs slowly moving toward his pulsating heat. "really needed?"

He matched her gaze, looking up. "Someone might see." He watched the reflection of mirror in the corner looking out-he didn't care, but he knew she did.

She answered putting her leg on him, beckoning his manhood to action. He looked up at her with a less than humble look as he grabbed her leg pulled her closer, his own hand snaking its way up the valley betwixt her legs. She shuddered over him, and her elbows support her on the shelf above Sasuke as her head bowed.

"U-Uchi-"

"Sasuke." He corrected circling her hair behind her ear, and holding her cheek in his hand. "I want you to call me that right now. They're not around." She nodded headily as his fingers ventured for her waistline. He planted kisses on her face, everywhere but her lips dodging her purposely. It was only pay back for last night. After using her mouth, she'd finally straddled him laying him back with her hands, and grabbing hold of him while steadying herself with the help of his strong bare chest-he should have known from the way she smirked above him-she began grinding her wet lips against his shaft, earning herself a whine, but Sasuke could have came right then and there if he had been less careful. It wasn't until she earned a reaction, his painful moan, that she sunk down unto him, stretching and filling herself with him.

Hinata let out a small fit out chuckles, and Sasuke sighed contentedly admiring the view of red-dusted cheeks, and pearl white teeth.

"So even if Naruto sees, you don't care." He looked to her.

She pursed her lips, and looking elsewhere, Sasuke expected as much. "I wouldn't want him to," She fiddled with the ends of her hair.

"Why." Did he really have to ask? Why did he care?

"He's one of my best friends. It was a long time ago, but we-"

Sasuke put a hand up at her. "Correction: My best friend. He's mybest friend." Sasuke stated, and set his hand down signaling for her to proceed. Petty move, he knew, but he didn't want her in a position that so blatantly put her in the middle.

Hinata looked at him absurdly. The man was an outright enigma, jealous of Naruto and possessive of him in the same beat.

She held back a laugh, nodding with a humorous grin. "Well, not that it meant much back then, but I don't want him to think I'm doing anything out of spite."

Sasuke blinked at her slowly. That thought hadn't crossed his mind at all. "Aren't you?" He asked, more curious than he'd like to admit.

Hinata gripped the end of her (his) hoodie. "He'd know already if I were being spiteful, n-not that I would, but…" He saw a break in the sorceress' mask-she was blushing again. "so would you."

Sasuke's head cocks up smirking unabashedly eyes glinting with some result of liking her answer.

"So you really do just…want me?"

HInata's face reddened, but he saw resolve in her eyes. She bit her lip holding back a smile. "That's some ego. You talk too much, Uchiha-san."

His head leaned back. "You scream too loud, Hyuga." She exhaled rolling her eyes, and he took the opportunity to grab her waist again and bring her in to him.

She huffed at him looking to the side. She placed her hands on his shoulders.

"You'll have me faster if you beg." Her eyes were gleaming; she knew just enchanted he was with her potent magic, and so did he. Though even if he could, he'd probably never try to break free of it.

His head cocks to one side before his eyes lift to give her a lopsided smirk."You look good in my clothes." He says toying with the hems, and waistlines to freak her out. She squeezed his hand.

She pulled away, and sat up her demeanor returning to that of her true form. Her head tilted with a half smile. "That's flattery, and not to mention," She responded before backing away. "Who said they were yours?"

His trance shattered around him, and his line of sight narrowed at her. "That's…" He knew she was fucking with him. She was. "then whose are they?"
Her devilish smile widened before being replaced with a look of feigned innocent curiosity. "I wonder…" and then she'd completely detached herself from him.

He blinked as he sat up, and robotically grabbed the hood of the jacket without hesitation looking for his family insignia. He sent her a glare.

"Can you really not recognize your own clothing?"

Sasuke nodded to her watching in the reflection of a mirror as Kiba and Ino approached. "You brought this on yourself." Sasuke says simply, capturing her lips.