Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Decisions of Moon and Sky ❯ Chapter Two ( Chapter 2 )

Title: Decisions of Moon and Sky

 

Author Name: Caelestis

 

Category: Naruto

 

Spoilers: The whole series

 

Rating: T

 

Summary: Naruto gets some help from the Kyubei to prove himself worthy of becoming Hokage. And maybe, find some love along the way.

 

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, because if I did, I would be rich.

 

`Stupid!' Naruto mentally berated himself as he groaned into his pillow. So he had been able to sleep for a while... big deal! It really didn't matter that he didn't have any nightmares during the time that he slept when he woke up four hours later! Damn stress… Ever since he had left Sasuke back at his training grounds, he had been kicking himself for allowing his instincts to get the better of him. Honestly, challenging Sasuke? Sweat clung to him like a second skin, think and wet.

 

“He invaded your territory, Kitling.” The Kyubei rumbled, the words reverberating from within Naruto's psyche. “You had every right to challenge him. And you were the one that talked of `punishing' the brat”

 

Naruto barely kept himself from jumping at the voice in his head. He did not remember much of what had occurred prior to this; such had been his emotional distress. He had been hearing the voice of the Kitsune in his head since he had come home from the training grounds. The one thing that he did remember was inviting the demon to kill him and then ripping the hell out of the seal… shit! There was nothing to prevent the ancient from escaping his human cage. What was keeping the demon inside him then?

 

“Stupid brat. Why couldn't the man impart a little common sense before sealing me inside him for eternity?” The demon bemoaned his fate before curling his essence into a comfortable ball inside his host.

 

“Shut up, you mangy pile of fur.” His voice held no malevolence, just a mechanical reaction like he was reciting from rote.

 

“Training I agreed to, insults are another story. Brat, you had better treat me better or I will make your life hell.”

 

The walls of his apartment pressed in on him like a pack of rabid dogs, wanting to take a piece out of him. The familiar stains on the walls in a state of disrepair that traversed the entire apartment. It was the same apartment that Naruto had been living in since he was able to walk. The chipping and peeling paint had never been retouched; no one would venture into the demon's house. And even if they did, it would be to cause more destruction, not to fix what had been broken.

 

And Sasuke… he rubbed it in his face how everything was simply dropped into his lap as every chance he could get. Nothing was too good for the village's precious Uchiha. Piles of things were laid at his feet like offerings when Naruto would have given his life to possess only one for a mere minute, and was denied even that at every turn.

 

“Arrrugh!” Naruto growled as he kicked his tattered covers off the bed. “I hate this! Hate it! Why did I have to be born… Stupid demon, there isn't anything you can do that would make my life worse than it already is.”

 

He hunched over, gripping his night pants tightly, causing the cloth to bunch around his fists. His gopher nightcap had been discarded long ago, the wear and tear on it simply too much for it to handle. It was a sad day when it had crumbled beyond repair; it had been the one thing that remained from the old man, which reminded him that someone cared. Evan Iruka didn't have time for him anymore, dismissing him in favor of the younger children. He bet that Iruka didn't even know how much that had hurt him. A simple white wife beater and baggy boxers were what he wore to bed now.

 

The bleakness that had vanished returned to plague him. The isolation that the villagers provided him with was more effective than any interrogation technique.

 

“Kitling…” Kyubei murmured.

 

“Shut up.” Naruto snapped, squeezing his eyes closed. Still deep in his misery, Naruto didn't notice the sun slip over the horizon and chase the shadows from his room. The heat that had slowly dissipated over the night began to build, the shaft of sunlight entering from his open window and falling directly on him not helping in the slightest to relieve him.

 

He couldn't even be miserable in peace, no, the stupid sun saw to that. Growling, he sprang off the bed and stalked into the bathroom adjacent to his sleeping quarters and relieved himself, the tension in his shoulders abating slightly. A glare towards the shower he spared as he finished and stripped out of his soaked nightclothes. The pile of wet laundry he left outside the door, kicking his offending undergarments off the foot that they were clinging to.

 

Turning on the taps he felt the water than flowed from the faucet to make sure the temperature wasn't too hot or cold, adjusting the knobs above it to the create the perfect temperature.

 

Allowing himself to relax further, the water beat down on his flushed skin, removing all traces of his battle during the night, leaving his skin wet but clean. Just for comfort's sake, he lathered the bar of soap he kept in the rack above the tub over his body, cleansing away the last of the sweat.

 

He leaned against the wall, basking in the warm waterfall, letting the soap wash away in the torrents leaking from the showerhead. For good measure, he washed his hair as well, emerging refreshed and somewhat ready to face the day ahead.

 

Speaking of which, wasn't Sasuke-bastard supposed to be arriving soon? As if in answer to his thoughts, the door shuddered in its frame as said bastard banged upon it to get his attention. Naruto sighed and wrapped his towel about his lower extremities. Well, it wasn't like he wanted the bastard to get away with what he had said to him the night before, even though the rest of the day was going to be as uncomfortable as watching Jiraya go at a women's bathhouse.

 

The knocking, instead of abating, grew even more persistent, drawing a scowl from Naruto's placid countenance. With a small growl, he stomped to the door and jerked it open, revealing Sasuke - complete with dark circles rimming his bloodshot eyes, unwashed clothes still soiled from the night before clinging to his equally unwashed person. Naruto wrinkled his nose, stepping aside to allow him entry.

 

The bastard, however, had found something more important to stare at; Naruto's bare chest. Annoyed at his unmoving, unwanted guest, Naruto grabbed him by his shirt and dragged him into his apartment. He toed the door shut behind him.

 

“Alright, Sasuke-teme,” Naruto stated, depositing him on a creaking chair in his ever so small kitchen. The glazed look in the dark haired boy's eyes suggested that whatever Naruto choose to say, he wouldn't comprehend it. Still annoyed, Naruto pressed on, listing the rules of what he could and could not do while he was borrowing Naruto's image. Sasuke, for his part, just nodded his head dumbly. How had the dead last managed to beat him in the first place? And where the heck did all that muscle tone come from?

 

Naruto ended his rant with, “…and get in the shower, Bastard, I won't have you making me smell like a garbage dump all day.”

 

He stood there, glaring at him, hands and arms akimbo, daring him to go against his will. Moving slowly, the dark haired boy started to push himself up off the chair, bracing himself with one hand against the backboard of it, still in his daze. It wasn't fast enough for Naruto, and he reached down to `help' him on his way. Unbalanced, Sasuke tripped over his feet. Naruto's face loomed even closer, and he was reminded of the day that they were assigned to the same team. Then, it had been Shikamaru's fault. Now, he had no idea what was going on. A mental `Oh SHIT!' was all Sasuke had time for before he fell into Naruto's surprised form, the shock on his face equal to Sasuke's own.

 

They both hit the ground, the breath forced from their chests on impact as their lips fitted to the others, conforming as if they had been made for the other. Importunely for Naruto, as they fell, his towel caught on a splinter sticking out from the table. That particular injury to the wood had been caused from a random kunai when Naruto had been practicing when he was younger. The towel, being the evil object that it was, came completely off, leaving Naruto totally nude. A slow flush mounted Sasuke's cheeks.

 

Naruto blinked up at Sasuke mutely, mouths and body completely flush with the other. Minutes ticked by, neither of them moving, either from shock or surprise they didn't know. Or, perhaps, it was because they were enjoying the feel of the other's body pressed into them, so close together and so warm, something that they had not felt before in their lives. This comfort had arisen completely unbidden to the teenagers; they did not want to break it.

 

Sasuke, caught up in a mental litany of `he's naked', didn't notice that he had started to move his lips against Naruto's, teasing sparks from his sensitive nerve endings. Hot breath ghosted across his cheek, the shy movement of his rival's response sweet in his gut, as he reciprocated Sasuke's actions. What the hell what going on?

 

Neither knowing, or caring, his eyes slid shut, his arms coming up to brace himself on either side of Naruto's head, fingers tangling in his wet, golden locks. Naruto's lips were slightly chapped, the roughness dragging on his own, more supple skin as he massaged them tenderly. Their noses bumped clumsily together as they sighed, relishing in the feelings that they were producing with the other. Naruto's own hand came up unbidden to tangle in Sasuke's dirty shirt, one finger slipping into a tear that he had made the previous night to glide against his sweaty skin.

 

Teasing, Sasuke nibbled Naruto's skin, sucking his lower lip into his mouth, coating it with his saliva. Moaning at the feeling, the extreme sensation, the blond clenched the fabric that he was holding and pulled Sasuke's body closer to his own. Not that there was much separating them anyway.

 

Naruto didn't lay passive for long, his legs twining about his rival as his pleasure made itself known against the other boy. He was enjoying this contact, the first interest that anyone had expressed in him, ever. The forbidden fruits of this enactment made it that much sweeter. Gone was the rage that had filled him the previous night. All insults were forgotten in the wake of this change. What had he been planning on doing again?

 

They undulated against one another, passionate sighs caressing their senses as they fell from parted lips. Sasuke ran a hand down the side of the boy underneath him, reveling in the feel of hardened muscle under his fingertips. Breathy moans were heady ambrosia to him; why had he not done this before? What was it about this boy… not this man beneath him that made him care so? To feel… something that he had thought Itachi had stolen from him forever. It had always been Naruto that made him think beyond himself, beyond revenge. But, he never could express himself in anything other than caustic words and actions, something that Naruto could never get past.

 

And yet, here they were, together, pressed upon each other as lovers, and loving the feeling that the contact stirred within them both.

 

Heat rose to their cheeks as Naruto broke the kiss first, needing to catch his breath. What was he doing? This was his rival, the one that had hurt him beyond belief, played with his emotions like they were so many toys. He couldn't let himself care; he would only be hurt again.

 

“Oi! Brat!” The Kyubei grunted. “What is this, some sort of love fest? Your stupid emotions are causing me indigestion. What are you doing? Are you going to mate with him or punish him? Have you even made up your mind about THAT yet? Stupid human monkeys, jabbering and yammering…”

 

The Kyubei continued his mental monologue, making Naruto's face heat more than it already was. The cherry red color that seeped into his cheeks turned Sasuke into a puddle of mush… his emotions at least. He could admit that he found the dobe desirable, with his sweet, flushed features that screamed of innocence. He lowered his head to reclaim those pouty, full lips, slick from their previous activities.

 

Naruto moaned again as his senses were filled once again with Sasuke's unique scent, a strange combination of spices and musk.

 

“...no courtesy of having the opportunity to hide before the sickening sounds of your mating drive me insane, the slapping of your monkeys in heat continuing-”

 

More crude ideas, and images that followed him followed as the demon's monologue lengthened, and Naruto could no longer ignore the one contained inside of him. `I liked it better when I couldn't hear him,' Naruto thought to himself, sighing in exasperation. He broke the contact his lips had made with the bastard that was contentedly lying on his chest, breathing heavily.

 

“Sasuke-bastard,” The breathy words left his mouth. “You really smell.”

 

“You didn't seem to be complaining,” he smirked. No one deserved to look that sexy. The glint in his opaque black eyes caused hidden depths to come into play, tugging at the strings of Naruto's heart. It wasn't fair! Even his heart wasn't safe from the bastard. Why did he care so much about him… why…

 

He pushed Sasuke up off of his chest to give himself enough room to sit up. His torso was exposed to the air, drawing his rival's attention to his chiseled abs and the fine line of equally golden hair trailing down to his erect manhood. A strange expression crossed Sasuke's face as he, instead of getting off of him to shower, started trailing a line of kissed down Naruto's chest, sucking and nibbling along the slow trail downward.

 

What was going on?

 

To be continued…