Author's note: This was my first attempt at writing mature content.

Warning: This fic contains foul languages, forced and rape (between the main couple SxH). If you are easy to offend or if reading about a character's rape offends/bothers/sickens you then please don't read and push the back button NOW. This is basically porn with no plot in sight. Also, my grammars are quite poor and this fic has not been beta tested. You have been warned…

His body had yearned, craved, and desired before. For food, for power, for revenge, for salvation, and even for death. But now, looking at her sleeping form, it yearned for something else.

Take her.

His body burned.

Force her.

His body hungered for something more.

So weak.

He craved something other than power.

So fragile.

His needs for flesh against flesh weighted more than anger. More than revenge.

So innocent.

She was sleeping so peacefully, completely unaware of the dangers that surrounded her. How foolish she was to think herself safe. Any shinobi worth a grain of salt knew not to trust him. He cannot to be trusted, should not be trusted. He had betrayed before. He would do so again. She shouldn't have trusted him. He doesn't even trust himself.

She made a small sound as she turned in her sleep, accidentally hiking up her kimono and revealing a pair of smooth silky legs in the process.

His hands ached. They itched to touch her. To quickly dispose her of her clothing. To see if those perfectly form breasts would fit just as nicely in his hands.

Why? His mind wondered. He had tried so hard, fought so desperately to crush the desires burning through his body. Why? Why should he be the only one fighting so frantically while she slept comfortably without a care?!

"Sasuke?"

Barely above a whisper, her voice sneaked passed his defenses more easily than any genjustu.

He blinked. She was staring at him. Her soft pale lavender eyes, filled with concern. If he wasn't careful, he could fall hopelessly and completely into those depths.

He broke from her gaze, forced his eyes to travel down her body, ranking over every curves before returning them to stare at his hands. He hadn't realized they had moved, now only mere inches from her body.

"I..." He couldn't continue. His hands. Are shaking. Shaking with need. Shaking with the desire to touch her, feel her.

"Sasuke?" Her voice came again, laced with worries.

His gaze settled on hers. Her eyes. Fear and...Concern?

No.

Not worries.

Not concerns.

Sympathies…

Yes.

She pitied him.

Her eyes told him so.

He felt something in him snapped. The dark desires he kept bottled up the last several weeks broke free from its cage, slithered up his body and whispered sweet nothing in his ears.

Take her.

No.

Force her.

No.

Ruin her.

No.

So pure.

Yes.

So delicious.

Yes.

No rights.

Yes.

No rights at all to be so pure.

Not when he himself was so tainted.

There's no one.

Yes.

She's your hostage, yours to do as you please. No one would be able to save her, no one to stop you. Blame her for being so naïve, so trusting.

Yes.

"Sasuke? Are you alri-"

He glared at her, successfully stopping her from going further. How dare she act concerned! She should be cursing him, hating him. Instead, she was staring at him with eyes filled with unshed tears. How dare she looked as if she cared?

She wanted to care? He smiled. She wanted to cry for him? His smile widened.

He would grant her wish. He would bring those tears to the surface. He smirked, dark and dangerous. He would make her understand what caring for him entailed. What it meant to show emotions before an Uchiha. Before this night was through, he would bring an end to his torments.

His eyes. They scared her. They have always scared her. Hers allowed her to see while his blinded him toward a path of revenge. The complete opposite of hers, his blood filled world to her tainted white. But what frightened her even more now was the sudden appearance of a smirk on his otherwise emotionless face. "Sasuke?"

He didn't reply. Instead, his hands reached for the obi of her dirt-smudged kimono.

Tired from sleep, her eyes widen and fears quickly overclouded concerns. "What are you doing?"

Her words went unheard, her question unanswered. Taking hold of the obi, he pulled.

"Sasuke!" Horrified, she tried to back away from him.

"This will be over quickly if you don't struggle." His voice, harsh and husky sent chills down her spine as his hands pulled the obi completely from her and tossed it carelessly to the side.

Breaking through the sleepy haze of confusion, his actions quickly registered themselves in her mind, bringing with them a dreaded feeling. No! Her mind screamed. Not like this.

"No!" She tried to push him away but he was much stronger than her "No!"

He ignored her, refused to look her in the eyes as his hands continued to tear at her clothing, his attentions solely on the important task of ridding her of the offending fabric.

"No! Sasuke, please stop."

She was fighting him, her fists pounding against his chest. So dangerous, his mind warned. If for a moment, he forget his senses, she could kill him with her gentle fist. This time, he knew, she won't save him.

Stop her. Restrain her.

She heard the ruffling and ripping of fabric and realized he had ripped her kimono apart, leaving her breasts naked and exposed to his hungry eyes. Her struggles increased.

"Stop! Please stop!" She need to stop him. Her Byakugan. If she could just get her hands to form the seal, she might have a chance of stopping him.

As if he read her mind, his hands captured both her wrists and pushed them into the ground above her head.

"Why are you doing this?" Her voice quivered with fears. Tears were now coming in droplets, rolling down her face, dripping into areas he'd soon follow with his tongue.

His grip on her wrists tightened until they bruise. Fear? Good. She needed to fear him.

She breathed a sigh of relief when one of his hands left her wrists only to protest violently when she realized that he had only left to grab the obi he had thrown away earlier.

"What are you planning to do with-"

"Shssh..." His fingers on her lips were warm, radiating off life, so unlike the man above her. Holding both her wrists in one hand, he wrapped the obi around her hands with his other. He gave a final soft pull and the knot was finished, fully in place.

He had used the obi from her kimono to tie her hands together, the kimono that he bought for her. The very one that he had dirtied just hours ago when he had roughly and suddenly pushed her against a tree before capturing her lips in a hard demanding kiss. Then, she had been able to slow him down and eventually stop him when his hands searched for something more. He wasn't stopping now. She had pushed him too far. She knew he had no intention of stopping this time.

She pulled against the ties, her hands gripping and releasing but to no vial. He had laced it with chakra.

He smiled at her weak attempts. He was not going to let her go. Not this time. Not until his body was satisfied. Not until his mind was once again free of her.

Her eyes widen in horror as his hands closed over the remains of her kimono and forced it off her shoulder. "No..."

She gasped when his hands closed over her breasts, giving it a firm but gentle squeeze.

He chuckled darkly at her response and stroked his fingers across her nipples.

She blamed the cold freezing air that made his hands so warm, so welcoming. His touch was meant to possessed, to let her know where she stands. It was not meant to burn her, aroused in her forbidden desires. But even as her mouth open to beg him to stop, her body was responding.

"Please, Sasuke, don't do this. Not like this."

She was talking. Why was she talking? Waste of breath. Words were not needed. Nothing was needed but the need to bury himself in her wet warmth. His hand took hold of her chin, forced her mouth open and let his tongue slid inside her. He kissed away her protests, his mouth bruising her tender lips.

The roar of thunder clashed wildly in the background and within moments, tiny drops of rain danced like a lover's caress upon her skin. But fear, anxiety and perhaps anticipation blinded her senses to anything but the man on top of her.

A silky growl of approval thrummed in her throat as he lowered his mouth and latched onto her nipple, his tongue licking hungrily. She cried softly at the raw sensations cursing through her. "Sasuke…please…" Hinata gasped when his teeth closed over her nipple, biting down softly as his hand covered her other nipple and squeezed. "Ah…"

She was responding. How could her body respond so treacherously to someone who was raping her? Horror and shame filled her with disgust and she renewed her struggles.

She grasped as cold air brushed against her legs. "No."

His hands moved up her thighs, slowly, making sure she felt every movement, every touch closer to her most private part.

"You don't have to do this," she tried reasoning with him. "I can help you-"

He slid one finger inside her gently, eliciting a humiliated cry from her.

"Stop."

Ignoring her, a second finger joined the first and he began to softly pump them in and out of her. She was wet. Her body begged for his touch, dripping with need, it was careless of her wishes, of her struggles against him; it only sought the gratification of its desires. His fingers explored until he found the swollen bud of her clitoris. Pressing against it, he groaned his approval as her hips jerk in response. She quivered and turned her head away in shame. He allowed her that much freedom as he deliberately reached deeper and thrust his fingers into her wet core, burying his fingers again and again in deep, hard, thrusts.

"No…" she begged, desperate for escape, escape from him, escape from his touches, escape from her body's treacherous responses.

Despite her words to the contrary, when he withdrew his fingers, her hips instinctively followed, her body begging for more. Forcefully parting her legs, he dipped his head and lazily slid his tongue across the opening of her wet folds, allowing her taste to linger on his lips, savoring her sweet honey on his tongue as the scent of her arousal filled his senses.

So, this is what heaven taste like.

"Sasuke!" Hinata cried out, her eyes slightly unfocused and wide with confusion.

His erection tightened painfully at the sound of his name on her lips and he wanted nothing more than to sink into her softness. Instead, he thrust his tongue deep into her and probed the tight wetness of her sheath.

She bucked, smothered back a scream as his tongue played homage to nerves she didn't know she possessed. "Please, Sasuke…no," she half sobbed, half cried as her mind vaguely registered that this was wrong, he was wrong, they were wrong.

"Please…" Hinata struggled to get away from him, to put distance between his seeking tongue and her sanity.

His grip on her hips tightened painfully, refusing any form of escape as he continued his assaults on her senses. She was wet. So damn wet.

Hinata was dying; her body was shaking, falling into a pool of endless, intensifying pleasures. From the first moment his lips touched hers, he had always had this effect on her. Each time he touched her, kissed her, her body longed for more regardless of her rational mind. "Please…" She could no longer distinguish rather she's begging him to stop or continue.

"Ah!" she screamed, shattered, lost herself, fall victim to the skillful probing of his tongue as he found the tight bud of her desires and sank his teeth into it.

Hinata couldn't move, couldn't think, couldn't even summoned a single reply when she felt him smirked in victorious satisfaction against her thighs. Her body lay limp against the forest floor, the aftermath of her first climax sending waves after waves of pleasure through her body.

With one last languorous lick, he raised his head and surged over her. She was wet and ready for him. As much as she denied him, her body wanted him. That was enough.

His hands grabbed her thighs, forced them further apart and settled himself between them. He lifted her up slightly as he positioned himself at her opening.

She shook her head. "Please stop," she pleaded, but her voice was small, almost soundless as her body continued to tremble from the aftermath of her orgasm.

"Look at me."

She refused. "Stop."

"Look at me." he commanded again.

"No," she whispered brokenly. Shameful tears streamed down her face. Her body was still trembling and it was not from fear. "Just...please stop. We can't…we shouldn't…it's not right…"

"Hinata."

She froze. A flicker of hope returning to her eyes. It was the first time he had said her name since this whole nightmare started. "Sasuke?"

It was all he needed. His gaze pinning her, his eyes burning into hers, he pushed into her, breaking past her hymen, completely sheathing himself to the hilt.

She screamed. And screamed. Her last remaining shred of hope fading just as quickly as her virginity.

She was tight. So tight. And so hot.

He groaned and moved against her, his own pleasure drowning out her painful cries as her wetness welcome his invasion even when her mind didn't.

He ignored the small sounds of protests, the way her hands struggled against the tie, and the tears that streamed down her drenched face. Instead, he concentrated on the pleasures. The way she unwittingly moved against him, her inside clutching tightly around him, pulling him further and further away from his sanity as he drove himself into her, over and over again.

How had she managed to get under his skin, burned him from the inside until his every waking thought was filled with nothing but the thought of her wrapped around him, panting and calling his name as he brought her to orgasm? Never at the start of his mission did he once think he would come to claimed her in this manner. That he would even want to.

But just as his body betrayed the remains of his sanity, the more sinister part of him rejoiced at the thought of returning her betrayal. He would mark her body, make her scream his name, and imprint forever in her memory this night. No one betrayed Uchiha Sasuke and walk away.

He reveled in her soft cries, the slick heat of her, and the wet, wild clasp of her body around him as he withdrew and drove into her with slow, deep, deliberate thrusts.

He cupped her buttocks in the palms of his hands and lifted her toward him as he change the angle until he is sliding against the sensitive spot inside of her. He felt the changes within her body as her sex gets wetter and her hips began to rock with his against her will. Soon, moans that are mixed with something else, something that was not only pain escaped from her lips.

"Ah…oh…ah…Sasuke…"

When had she begun to pant his name? When had those screams of pain turned to moans of pleasure? It wasn't until she forced his mouth against her own and his tongue began to make hungry strokes inside her that she realized he had set her hands free. Free, and running through his slick wet hair, pulling and gripping him closer to her as he continued to fuck her body senseless.

Sasuke gasped as tiny waves of pain and pleasure shot through his skull when Hinata's grip on his hair tighten unexpectedly, pulling him against her, her soft mouth opening for him, her pink tongue seeking his own.

An uncontrollable shiver raced down his spine at the wetness of her mouth, the roughness of her tongue and the heavenly tightness gripping him below.

She is dimly aware of her arms encircling him, her hands gripping his back, her fingernails making deep half-moons across his shoulder blades as his hips grinded against her clit, hitting the sensitive spot inside her.

Like a crazed man, he claimed her body with each powerful single minded thrust, her painful grip urging him on. "Hinata," he panted against her neck every time his cock slide into her tight wet pussy. "Come," he demand as his pace quicken and his thrusts became brutal, his hips slamming into hers.

Hinata moaned; incoherent sounds trembling from her lips as his thick length gave her what her body had been begging for since he first sent her senses on fire with his strong hands trailing along her heated skin.

"Hinata. Oh god, Hinata." He panted her name uncontrollably as he furiously buried himself inside her again and again, his body slamming into her, his hard throbbing length hitting that sensitive spot inside her until he felt his erection twitched deep inside of her. Sasuke groaned helplessly, moaning his release as his seed flooded her womb in rush after rush. Her body trembled beneath his as she screamed her release and waves after waves of pleasures left her cold and drained.

In a small corner of his mind, there is a familiar feeling of triumph. He was her first and although Naruto would always have her heart, he had touched places of her Naruto would never be able to. Uchiha Sasuke, a traitor, a missing nin, had made the Hyuuga princess screamed his name in gratification.

Shaken and sated, he lifted his weight off her and lay panting softly at her side, letting his guard down for once.

She did not move, however. She remained on her back where he had taken her, half naked, eyes staring up against the dark sky as tiny drops of rain fell on her face, her blood and his seed joined together to run a pinkish trail down her thighs; the mark of her downfall.

***** Any reviews, even criticisms are greatly appreciated!

***** Alright, I didn't think I have to do this but since I've gotten some reviews regarding the ummm...theme of this piece. I'll just get this over with. There's no need for you to leave reviews telling me what rape is. I know what rape is. I know rape victims can still feel pleasures (it's biology). I do not condone rape and this fic is in no way meant to degrade rape victims. This is fanfiction and therefore some actions and responses to those actions are not to be taken to represent real life. I have no legitimate excuse to say that this is questionable rape and not straight out rape. I can only say this: This is my fic so I would know my characters' motives, desires, etc more than the readers. I'm sorry if I'm poor at conveying them. I'll take it as criticisms and try to convey it more clearly next time.

End note: I haven't been on for a long time so I don't know how the beta section works. Is it possible to ask any beta to look over my work and how do I ask?