Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Chance Encounter ❯ Chapter 1

Disclaimer/AN: Well, while I own all the episodes, a couple of statuettes and the soundtrack, I am neither Japanese nor male. Therefore, it's a safe bet that I'm not Kishimoto Mashashi.

Quite probably the only story of it's kind, ever. Kyuubi/Yondaime.

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The mist cleared, and in the youko's place stood a man. He was tall, only slightly taller than the blond a few paces away. They looked similar, but that was to be expected. The difference lay in the youko's hair, eyes and ears, really. His hair was longer, more brown and red than blond, but still just as shaggy as the locks of the man across from him. His eyes were red/gold and slitted, very definitely those of a fox. His ears were, perhaps, the strangest of all: the same shade as his hair and perched atop his head. No doubt lay in the 4th Hokage's mind- this man standing not even five feet away was Kyuubi. The same Kyuubi that had terrorized Konoha, killed more than a couple Leaf ninjas and destroyed mountains with one wave of his monstrous tails. Yondaime gaped, mouth opening and closing in a rather decent imitation of a goldfish. Kyuubi smirked, a bit of fang showing in the corner of his mouth where it gapped. All this was too much for the recently instated Hokage, and in a remarkable show of understanding, the Fourth fainted dead away.

Yondaime's eyes fluttered open and found themselves staring at a rock ceiling. He blinked, once, then twice. Turning his head to one side, he looked around. It appeared that he was lying on his back, in a cave. It was even a cave he recognized, one not too far from Konoha gates that he and his team had gone spelunking in one afternoon. A smile graced his features as he thought back to that sunny day spent with Kakashi, Hisaki and Suko, back when he was still a teacher. Now Suko was off in the Hidden Stone village, Hisaki was dead and Kakashi was a Jounin, an ANBU member, and ready to start teaching on his own. It seemed just the day before, he was arguing with the much younger Kakashi about wearing his mask for the team photo, and now the young man was ready to take another. Kakashi had grown up well, and the Fourth was pleased. His thoughts drifted along a similar path until a face entered his line of vision. The youko was back, and still a man. The Hokage grimaced, pain flashing across his handsome face. Dare he speak?

"Why are you a human?" Silly question, sure, but it had to be asked. The man who could only be called Kyuubi grinned and tilted his head to his right jerkily. Laughter rang through the damp air in the cave as the fox pondered his many options for reply.

"Hmm…maybe because I won't fit in the cave-cave as myself? Or is it because you won't talk to me-me if I'm huge? I don't honestly know for sure-sure." He giggled, a bizarre sound to hear from a seemingly grown man, and sat down next to the occupied cot, grasping his toes. He rocked back and forth, contemplating other answers.

"I know! It's because I-"

"Y'know, it doesn't matter to me. Just…stop talking. Please?" The blond stared hopefully at the youko, who stared back a bit hurt.

"Why-why?" Kyuubi asked in a sing-song tone, almost as if he wanted to drive the man insane.

"Because…because the way you repeat words is aggravating my headache!" Clutching at his scalp, the Fourth burrowed his fingers in his hair and sobbed quietly.

"Yeesh, if you have a headache, all you had to do was ask. I can stop repeating words easily. No prob, even. See? Done." The fox/man grinned wider, threading his fingers through his toes and pulling. His head bobbed to inaudible music and his fingers tapped the bottoms of his feet in time to the beat. Yondaime groaned in frustration, yanking on his hair. Kyuubi blinked. Yondaime screeched through his teeth.

An evil smirk replaced the youko's carefree grin. "Am I bothering you, human?" The Fourth sat up in the cot, glaring.

"No. Why'd you bring me here?"

The golden red eyes flashed for a moment before the demon turned to face the cave entrance.

"I have to have a reason? Can't we simply leave it at the fact that I kidnapped you and stole you away from your village?" Yondaime stared at the youko, shocked.

"Are you…are you sulking?" The blond moved closer to Kyuubi, venturing to put a hand on his shoulder. The rust haired man snapped at the hand, gnashing his teeth and just barely missing fingers. The Fourth jerked his hand back, holding it against his chest. Kyuubi glared over his shoulder at the almost frightened man. His voice, usually smooth and more than a bit suave, came out hurt and young.

"No."

"No, of course you aren't. Giant evil fox demons don't need to sulk. Why'd I even ask? Silly me. Silly Hokage. Silly, silly Yondaime. Forget that I might've been worried about you." The sarcasm dripped from the Fourth's every word.

The youko listened to the man berate himself, puzzled and completely missing the sarcasm. Why was he so peeved he'd been snapped at? Unable to bear the continued noise any longer, he leaned over and silenced the man with a kiss. A gasp died in the Fourth's throat as his less than rational mind took over, responding to the kiss in the most unexpected way. He kissed back, trying to push the demon to the floor. Not one to be dominated, Kyuubi abruptly pinned the blond to the bedding and climbed on top, never once breaking the kiss. A thought plagued his mind- this was only supposed to have been a quick 'shut up, fool' kind of kiss. Now it was bordering on 'let's get you out of these clothes.' Mentally shrugging, he decided not to pay it anymore mind and just go with the flow. After all, the human's lips felt wonderful against his own and his taste was…exquisite.

For his part, Yondaime was shocked. He'd only wanted the youko to stop sulking, but was this really any better? For that matter, did it matter? And why was he still impassive on his back? Never liking to be idle, his hands found their way to the ruddy haired demon's back, sliding down, then under the material of his shirt. A soft growling purr rumbled in Kyuubi's throat at the skin to skin contact. Feeling this was ample enough incentive to take it further, one of the ninetail's own hands ran along one side of the Fourth's ribcage. He arched up into the body above him and realized that there was a leg pressing against his erection, and arching caused wonderful friction. His back bowed, he urged the fox lower, hoping that he'd catch the hint. To his credit, the youko did know what the blond wanted and broke the kiss wetly, licking and nibbling his way down the prone man's neck. At the junction of his neck and shoulder, sharp teeth nipped against the protruding bone, startling the human into bucking forward. Smirking, Kyuubi sat back on his knees. He ran his hands down Yondaime's chest, slipping under the hem of the blond's shirt and back up, revealing lightly tanned flesh and tight nipples. His eyelids lowered, long lashes shadowing his cheekbones. Gleaming teeth, sharp and white, flashed from the corners of the demon's smirk before his face disappeared from view, soon to be felt on the taut flesh at the edge of his ribcage.

A moan echoed throughout the deserted forest as blue eyes opened wide then snapped shut in an overdose of pleasure. It seemed the youko knew exactly where to apply those delightfully sharp teeth and just how much pressure to get the maximum response out of his prey. A pretty picture they made: the blond on his back, legs spread to allow his tormentor between them, arms to either side of him, hands clenching and unclenching, eyes squeezed tight and mouth open, the rust haired youko above him, lips pressed to flesh, sucking and nibbling, arms supporting his newest feast. One of Kyuubi's hands slid down, cupping a buttock and massaging it gently. He kissed a trail down to the Fourth's navel before lightly dipping his tongue inside the hollow, eliciting a gasp from him. He continued his downward journey and stopped unexpectedly at Yondaime's waist. Pulling back, his cheeks flushed with desire and lips swollen with use, he shimmied down further, tucking his hands into the waistband of the human's pants. Abruptly, he yanked them down, baring more flesh for the taking. The blond's erection jutted at attention, a drop of milky liquid starting to drip down. Kyuubi took all this in with another feral smirk, leaned over the column of hard flesh and licked off the droplet, causing the Fourth to jerk upwards, his erection coming in contact with the youko's mouth. Hungrily, the fox opened it and immediately took him all the way in. He started slowly at first, a gentle sucking rhythm combined with tongue pressure along the bottom. He buried his nose in the soft blond curls and inhaled, breathing in the unique scent of the man's sex.

Somewhere in the back of his head, the Fourth was horrified. This wasn't what he'd expected at all when he woke up in the cave. He hadn't foreseen the kiss, and certainly hadn't anticipated this. Not that he was complaining, though. This kind of treatment was wonderful, especially since all of Yondaime's previous experience was fumbling in the dark. Having someone who knew what they were doing was a wonderful change. He would've continued in this vein of thought had the youko not taken that moment to start humming an obnoxious tune, something that would no doubt be stuck in his head if he survived this encounter. It wasn't so much the tune that had derailed his thoughts, more the sensation of the vibrations in the back of Kyuubi's throat echoing along the length of his engulfed hardness. Too soon, he felt the pooling of warmth in the pit of his stomach and the base of his erection. Without warning, he went off, legs stretching out straight and hips jerking forward, pushing himself deeper into the moist cavern of the youko's throat.

Sucking up every drop, the demon pulled off the blond's waning hard on with a pop. He looked quite like the cat who ate the canary, licking his lips and smirking insufferably. Not a word was spoken as he leaned back on his heels and pulled open his pants, revealing an erection to put the Fourth's to shame. Luckily, they weren't measuring. His hands went under the blissful blond, still in the aftershocks of the best blowjob he'd ever gotten. Kyuubi raised Yondaime's legs over his shoulders, baring a pinked puckered entrance to his gaze.

A shriek of torment sounded in the cave at the youko's next action. He lowered his mouth to that enticing hole and kissed it. The Fourth wiggled, trying to escape the agonizing pleasure as the demon lapped at his anal entry, occasionally poking his tongue inside and swirling it around. The blond's cum trickled into the tight channel from Kyuubi's mouth. He sealed his lips around the pucker and forced the rest into the now sobbing human to lubricate. Satisfied with the job, he lowered Yondaime back to his lap and started to guide his own hardness into the tight hole.

To say it hurt wouldn't even begin to describe it. The youko's cock was too big to fit in comfortably without stretching, and the Fourth's anus was virgin, so they took it slow. At least, they did until the invading piece of flesh nudged something deep inside the blond's passage. He moaned, spreading his legs and shoving down onto the other's erection, getting filled completely in the process. He stayed there for a moment, tears leaking out the corners of his eyes. Now that the wave of pleasure had passed, he felt the burning of his poor stretched muscles and the pulsing of the demon's hardness. A full two minutes passed before he tried moving again, sending warm pulses through his back to his limbs.

Kyuubi, in an amazing show of patience, stayed still the entire two minutes, aside from the involuntary twitching of his needy erection. He was in paradise, a warm tight hole around his cock and a beautiful man in his lap. A beautiful man who was starting to move, finally. He allowed the blond to go at his own pace for a whole of thirty seconds before taking over and setting the rhythm. Leaning the Fourth back on the bedding, he made several shallow thrusts, letting the man get used to the change in angle. He pulled out near all the way and pushed back in quickly, trying to find that sweet spot again. A gasp and relaxing of the muscles around him let him know he found it. Angling to hit it with every thrust, he started anew, this time with Yondaime enjoying himself.

His control should have been legendary. He avoided reaching the peak before the blond, allowing him to orgasm twice before his own hit. And hit, it did. Stream after stream of thick fluid coated the man's insides and trickled out the tight seal around the fox's softening penis. He grinned, sated, and pulled out.

"Well, that was fun-fun, wasn't it?" To his credit, the Fourth only laughed, the sound reaching even the gates of Konoha.

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See, that wasn't so bad, now was it? To be continued, if the bug bites me.