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Masque	By : TwinEnigma Category: Naruto AU/AR > General Views: 1457 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Masque

by TwinEnigma
edit: fixed some coding issues.

Hyuuga house was stifling in many ways. The burden of expectation weighed heavily on each member of the ancient house, but none more so than the eldest daughter of the patriarch, Hinata. She was a private, shy girl by nature and, though she enjoyed a life of relative luxury, the burdens placed on her were at times overwhelming. In public, she was the beautiful, elusive and refined Hinata-sama. She was everything the family desired her to be.
Sometimes, however, that expectation was all too much for her and Hinata desired to get away from it all. She desperately needed to escape her gilded cage, but she dared not risk her family's reputation by getting caught doing something foolish. She couldn't bear to be an embarrassment to her father.
And thus, Yasuhiko of the Masa family was born.
He was entirely her brainchild, a clever fiction that existed solely for her use and pleasure. When she grew exhausted from being Hyuuga Hinata, she would lock herself in her room, shed her school uniform, and begin the slow transformation into the confident boy of her invention. Off went her uniform skirt and her panties, replaced with boxers and loose jeans. She bound her breasts and used padding to cover up her wide hips, pulling on a white tee shirt and a baggy jacket. She would twist her long hair into two plaits and wind them slowly around her head - first one and then the other across it. Next, she would pin them and slide on the wig cap. Then the untamed black wig slipped on over the most telling sign of her feminine vanity and she employed an army of hairpins to keep it in place. Her eyes, perhaps, were the easiest part of herself to disguise - a cheap set of colored contacts was all it took and the boy in the mirror lacked the tell-tale eyes of her family.
Hinata left her reservations behind as Yasuhiko grabbed his wallet, slid open her window and crept out, shimmying down the pipe and hopping the garden wall.
The night was young and Masa Yasuhiko was feeling adventurous.

Kon Kon Palace was a club in the third district with a distinctive reputation, the kind of place that Hinata had heard no Hyuuga should ever be associated with, but Yasuhiko was not limited in any such fashion. She waved a fake ID - Hinata had made sure to purchase the best quality she could to complete the illusion of him - in front of the doorman with a casual, confident air and strolled in. The air was thick with heat and smoke, the pounding music washing through the narrow hallway and over her. Inwardly, Hinata shivered in anticipation of the forbidden but never once allowed the act to drop; instead, she kept walking, eyes sliding appreciatively over the more amorous couples in the hallway as a broad, mischievous smile graced her features. Oh, yes, she decided he liked this place already and, licking her lips, pressed on into the main room of the club, into the throbbing, pulsing mass of humanity grinding to the beat.
Ordinarily, Hinata would have passed out from the extreme, near claustrophobic closeness and sexuality of the place, but Yasuhiko protected her like some sort of barrier. As long as it was him they saw grinding, flirting and dancing, it wasn�t terrifying, since she could simply peel him off at the end of the night and return to being herself with no one the wiser. It was terribly liberating and she let herself go wild until the pulse-pounding beat transmuted into something unpalatable and her throat screamed for hydration.
Hinata sidled up to the bar, slapping down the ID again, and ordered a Jack. Whiskey wasn't a Hyuuga woman's drink, but tonight she was not Hyuuga or a woman. She was Masa Yasuhiko and he liked whiskey. It burned as it slid down her throat, but she wouldn't trade the fiery sensation for anything.
And then as she ordered a second one, she felt eyes on her back. Casually, she turned to the side, feigning interest in the dance floor, and caught a glimpse of her observer. It was a boy from her class - the irritating, generally stubborn prodigy known as Uchiha Sasuke. What the hell was that prick doing here? Didn't he have a dick-measuring contest with that wannabe gangster Uzumaki or something? She clamped down on the instinct to panic and instead flashed him a smug grin as she picked up the whiskey glass. Downing it in one go, she stared at him as she slowly ran her tongue over her lips and was satisfied when he turned away quickly, spots of color high on his cheeks.
Well, that was certainly unexpected. A certain pair of girls would kill to know that their precious pretty boy was blushing over what he likely thought was a boy. She smirked suddenly, a particularly wicked thought crossing her mind, one that she was positive no good Hyuuga girl was supposed to ever have, but tonight she was free as a bird and could think whatever she pleased.
Hinata paid for her drinks, stood and sauntered over to her classmate. "Hey, pretty boy - you looking at me?"
"Who are you calling pretty boy?" Sasuke snarled, his entire body going rigid. "I was looking for someone, that's all!"
Hinata waved her hands, pretending to back off a bit as she donned a coy smile. "Hey now, man, don't get upset! Last thing we want is for the bouncers to get interested in either of us, am I right?"
Sasuke's eyes darted away for a second and then locked back on her, but he relaxed a little.
"Mmm, well, it seems like whoever you're looking for isn't here yet, man," Hinata said, pretending to scan the dance floor as she snaked an arm around his waist and, once again, his entire body went rigid.
"What the hell are you doing?" Sasuke hissed, glaring at her - or, more accurately, on the illusory form of Yasuhiko - as he backed off slightly.
She ran her fingers along the collar of his white button-up shirt, brushing against his exposed collarbone. "You came to this club, of all places, stare at me like a piece of meat and are surprised when I return the interest? How vanilla do you get, you little cock tease?"
Sasuke blanched, as if suddenly seeing the glorified fucking they called dancing for the first time.
"Oh, what's the matter?" she asked, leering at him and leaning in close. Her lips grazed his as she continued: "Didn't your friend tell you this place is practically a sex club?"
The way his face turned a lovely shade of crimson and rapidly contorted in rage told her that he had most certainly not been told. She knew from school that Sasuke Uchiha hated being made to look the part of fool and he had certainly been made a fool of by his friend tonight. Idly, she wondered who had tricked him - the prodigy had a habit of getting on people's nerves at school - but it was a small matter and her brain was currently too preoccupied with churning out wicked ideas.
"I guess not," she smirked, drawing back and catching his hand with her own. "Dance with me while you wait, vanilla."
"But..." Sasuke protested. "I don't-"
"Are you chicken or something?" Hinata asked bluntly. One of her hands found its way to the front of his pants and a satisfied smile flitted across her lips when he gasped sharply, his pupils immediately dilating as she gave him a firm squeeze. Oh, if her father only knew his darling little girl was crossdressing in a club known for sexual escapades with one hand groping the package of one of the boys from her class, he'd have had a coronary. "Well, at least one part of you isn't coward enough to admit he wants it."
The other thing she knew about her classmate was that he was stubborn and proud to a fault. He could not tolerate an insult to his pride and, oh, how he prided himself on his courage!
"Fine, one dance," he finally said, gritting his teeth as he attempted to move her hand from his crotch. "But I'll lead."

Sasuke was inexperienced, Hinata could tell that much. He'd lost the lead in their little dance as soon as she ground her ass into his crotch the first time. His hands fumbled at her sides clumsily and shook with the strain of concealing the effect she was having on him, an effect she could feel teasingly pressed against her ass with each movement. His breaths came in short gasps against her neck and, if it weren't for fabric of their pants, she'd swear he was trying his hardest to fuck her right there.
The mere idea of it sent a shiver of pleasure down her spine. Oh god, it was a dirty thought and no proper Hyuuga should ever think of such things, but she was not a Hyuuga right now. Tonight, she was Masa Yasuhiko and he could do whatever and whomever he pleased.
She slipped her hands over her head, reaching back to caress his head and face, and then she brought one hand down, slipping it behind her back and rubbing it against the front of his straining pants. She earned a delicious moan from him, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise, but she wasn't about to let it stop there. Her fingers ghosted along the waistline of his pants, tugging insistently, and then returned to her own pants, tugging down the waistband.
"Fuck me, right here, right now - I dare you," she said in a breathy gasp.
Sasuke leaned into her body heavily, dropping his face down to the crook of her neck with a barely audible murmur about condoms and STDs that Hinata could have sworn sounded like it had come straight from the mouth of the class know-it-all, Sakura. But he didn't stop grinding into her and his hands started to wander from her hips, clumsily stroking her sides and arms. Now only one question remained - would he go all the way?
Hinata felt his knuckles graze her spine, moving slowly down, and it took her only a few seconds to realize he was undoing the buttons of his shirt. Then one of his hands was back on her hip, the other she felt brushing seductively close to her buttocks as he undid his fly. "Don't chicken out, now, vanilla," she spat, grinding back into his crotch.
Sasuke hissed through clenched teeth, an almost inaudible complaint that he'd never done this before, let alone thought he'd be doing it on a crowded dance floor. His fingers fumbled a little more and then she could feel his erection pressing against her rear.
"Move, curse you, vanilla!" she said, reaching back to tug him closer. "It's not hard!"
The stupid Uchiha prick hesitated and then awkwardly began to move his hips forward. Impatiently, she made the next move and solidly brought the dance under her complete control. It was what Masa Yasuhiko would do and Hinata would not break character until she was ready to retire him for the night. Besides, she told herself, when would she ever get another chance to do something this wild - this flat-out irresponsible?
And, quite frankly, it was exciting.
The music throbbed in time with their thrusts and she smiled out from under her disguise, freer than she'd ever been.

Epilogue:
It was Monday and it was almost time for classes to start. Hinata was back to playing the part of the elegant heiress again and quietly drifted into homeroom with a simple letter in her hand. Mousey and unassuming as she was, she easily drifted past the bickering girls up front and approached her target.
"S-Sasuke-kun?" she asked tentatively, tossing on a bit of the old stammer for good measure.
The Uchiha, head resting on his desk, opened an eye and regarded her with a cool expression that plainly read, 'what do you want?'
"Ano..." she said, fumbling a bit as she handed him the letter. "A b-boy outside told me to give this to you!"
Sasuke's eyes narrowed, but he sat up and took the letter, opening it immediately. His eyes immediately widened at the text. "Hinata-san, this boy - did he say his name?"
"He... Um, that is..." she blushed, pressing her fingertips together. "He said he was Y-Yasuhiko. He looked like a d-delinquent! Do y-you know him, Sasuke-kun?"
Sasuke looked thoughtful, smiling a bit as he folded the letter and carefully pocketed it. "Yeah. Thanks for bringing this to me, Hinata-san."
"S-Sure thing!" she said and quickly retreated to her seat with a small, satisfied smile.
Saturday night, 10 pm sharp, Kon-Kon Palace. Don't be late, vanilla.

Author's Note: And this is officially probably the closest I get to writing porn. I am such a tease. Mmm, the kink prompt was super interesting though, just by kinks alone. It was really hard to keep both Hinata and Sasuke in character, even in Konoha Gakuen Den universe, but the idea of a cross-dressing Hinata posing as a very aggressive male was cool - that persona's her shield in this.
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