Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Experiments ❯ Forwards ( Chapter 4 )

Forwards

 

Sakura spent the next twenty-four hours after her litte self-discovery in a daze, occasionally pinching herself and sometimes walking into things. It was after she inverted a patient's knuckle instead of fixing the broken finger that Tsunade sent her back to her home to `gather her wits', as it was put. But she didn't want to go home so instead she wandered, allowing her feet to take her wherever her heart desired.

Which is what led her to her position now, in Naruto's undersized, dingy living room, underneath said boy and enjoying another make-out session of their unclassified relationship.

The young woman decided that she definitely liked the feel of Naruto's weight pressing down on her body; their forms were pushed together in a more sexual way than any of their previous excursions. It made her feel even more vulnerable than the last time when they kissed on the Hokage monument. He attacked her mouth from above over and over again with such finesse and tactics, otherwise so out of character for him, that it left her dizzy. Their bodies writhed together on his worn, pleated couch; her back would arch involuntarily every time her pelvis dug into his stomach and his knees rubbed against the lean muscles of her inner thigh.

His right hand left her hip to brush up the side of her body, rubbing against the pale skin of her stomach, lifting her shirt teasingly as his fingers reached closer and closer to her ribs...and then brushed over the creased fabric, as if he decided not to cross that line yet. Instead, the slender, journeying appendages continued upwards, lightly dancing over the thin cloth of her vest, and tickled the underside of her breast, gently running his nails back and fourth a few times around where her nipple would be but not quite touching it. Sakura whined at his teasing and Naruto grinned against her lips.

He pulled away for a moment, just an inch or so above her face, and she opened her eyes to stare questioningly into his own playful orbs. Her heart was beating a mile a minute and her face burned under his tender stare. She had not yet spoken to him about her feelings and she was rather shy to do so. She did love him, but, despite his willing attentions to her, she had yet to know how sincere his feelings towards her were; if he loved her or just loved being with her. That and the thought of a real relationship was a rather intimidating one to her.

An impish grin graced his features before he brought his lips down onto her neck, kissing and suckling and nipping the thin skin over her veins. The sensations made her feel weightless, like she was flying and she loved it. At one point his teeth clamped down on the skin above her collarbone and he gave it a hard suck, and for that moment Sakura panicked. If he left a hickey on her people would be sure to notice, her parents for one thing (who she was still not on good terms with) and her master as well. Her hormone clouded brain didn't register that she was a medic nin and could be rid of it in a second.

He left his marking and took a different route. His tongue and lips ascended along her jaw, following the curved bone to the lobe of her ear, and he pulled the tiny sack of flesh into his mouth, rolling it delicately between his teeth, flicking it with his tongue. Her fingers splayed across his back and she moaned; her body arching so she could grind their fronts together, her knees lifted and bent on either side of him so that his larger frame settled comfortably between her legs. He pulled his lips away from the lobe and gave it a quick nibble before taking his tongue and drawing it up the side of her ear. She squealed and giggled when he brought the wet muscle to her ear canal, flicking his tongue in the hollow space, bringing forth a tickle.

“Naruto,” She sighed. She didn't say his name for a reason, she just felt like speaking it. She rolled her hips against his firm abdominal muscles, right where his seal would be, and could feel the wetness in her panties. She wanted more. Inhibitions thrown to the wind, she reached under Naruto's arm that was barring them onto the couch and clutched one solid butt cheek.

“S-Sakura,” Naruto laughed, shocked but pleased with her aggressiveness. The laughter died from his face as her other arms reached for his backside as well and she firmly pushed his hips up to meet hers, effectively pressing their pelvises together. “Sakura?”

She silently replied by wriggling down under him a bit more so their hips were even. Back and forth she ground against him so that she could feel his half-hardened state between her lips through the rough cloth of their clothes. It felt so good, not just the stirring in her loins, but the knowledge that she was doing this to him, that she was in control for once.

“Sakura...” he said warningly again. His eyes were closed and his breathing harsh. His arms were bracing him above her so his torso hovered over hers.

“You said I call the shots,” she stated sassily as she brushed her thumb across his whiskers, making him bury his nose in her neck and struggle for breath. Sakura continued to grind against him and he hesitantly returned the favor at her dominion. Her arms moved up his body and wrapped tightly around his neck so she could hold him close as the pleasure began to build up within her, heavy breathing turned into quick pants. So immersed in this new erotic passion, she nearly squealed when Naruto cupped the small of her back and lifted her so that they were both sitting upright, her straddling his lap. This new angle put more of her weight down on his crotch and she was quick to continue their dry humping. Her arms were still wound around his neck as her drive became more aggressive. She didn't know what the hell Sai was talking about; that sure didn't feel dickless.

Naruto loved the small and very virgin squeaks and moans she was releasing into his ear as her eager hips jerked along his painfully restricted member. He kept his hands on her backside and made sure to guide her movements so that she could get the most satisfaction out of her strokes.

“Nnnnn...Naruto,” she groaned, her thighs quaking a bit under the strain of her constantly shifting weight. She could feel her orgasm building up and she pushed down harder on him. He breathed a moan before starting in on her neck, working for a hickey on the other side. Sakura was in sensation overdrive under his hot mouth and steady thrusts. She could sense herself ready to go. She loved him. She loved him, she loved him, she loved him.

A knock on the door sounded that their ninja trained ears could not ignore. But they sure as hell tried to.

“Just a little longer,” Sakura begged, her movements against him ruthless, “maybe they'll go away...”

She could feel Naruto nod against her neck and he thrust his pelvis upwards, the fabrics between them chafing against her clitoris. However, the knocking continued and they both managed to slow to a still with heaving chests. Sakura loosened her hold on the boy's neck and leaned back to look at him incredulously, her orgasmic, exhilarated assemble already beginning to die down. He shrugged, obviously aggravated and disappointed; she was in the same boat.

“No one ever comes here, let alone knocks,” Naruto didn't say it with curiosity, more like exasperated disbelief. “Of all days...”

“Whoever's on the other side of that door better have a damn good reason for being there,” the kunoichi growled and Naruto granted her a half-amused look.

The knock suddenly took a rhythm, as though the person behind it was running a commercial tune.

“That has to be Kakashi-sensei.” Naruto said. Sakura nodded and slowly, reluctantly, extracted herself from him. Naruto stood from the couch and began to uncomfortably re-arrange his clothing to hide his aroused state. Sakura couldn't help but smirk at his predicament, the very same she put him in. Naruto caught her look.

“Yeah, yeah. You'll get yours.”

“Promise?” she asked with a wicked grin.

“Promise,” he readily replied before walking around the cornered wall to the door.

He jerked it open, stopping the racket the grey-haired man behind it was causing.

“What?” Naruto growled.

The masked ninja took on a mock look of pain.

“Is that how you greet your beloved sensei?”

Naruto scoffed derisively but still moved aside to allow entrance.

“You usually come through the window...” he said slowly, almost accusingly.

“Yeah,” replied the jounin with an air of indifference. “I just had a feeling that I should use the door today. Weird, ne?”

Naruto sighed. “What do you want?”

“We have a mission. B class.”

“That's it?” he said, feeling quite annoyed with his sensei. They were interrupted for that?

“Kakashi-sensei, we only have a limited amount of time left to get Sasuke back. We can't be wasting it on insignificant missions that any other chuunin could do.” Sakura said, walking into their line of view. Kakashi, who had obviously known she was there, gave her a dry look with his visible eye.

“Wasting time, huh? And were you two training on that couch?”

“W-what? I d-don't know what you're talking about.” Naruto stammered with his face red. His hands unconsciously tugged at the hem of his jacket, pulling it down further over his pants. Sakura's complexion didn't look much better.

“Yeah!” She said without much conviction, “Don't be ridiculous...and don't change the subject! We need to get Sasuke!”

Naruto looked at her, his brows furrowed. Had she really taken off the suffix on Sasuke's name, or was he imagining things?

“Well,” Kakashi said slowly and made to look like he was pondering on something, “I suppose I could ask the Hokage to pass on that mission to another team and extend your training time until Jiraiya-sama's intelligence finds new news on Sasuke's location...” he trailed off.

“Yeah! Thanks sensei!” Naruto yelled, pumping a fist in the air. Sakura smiled gratefully as well.

“We won't waste time, we promise.”

“I guess I should go do that now, then.” Kakashi said, walking away from the pair. He paused at the door before he exited and gave his enhanced nose an experimental sniff, as if to confirm something. “Hmm...smells like sex.”

“Kakashi-sensei!”

“Sensei!”

The copy-nin poofed away as two shuriken and a kunai hit the panels of the door frame.

“Well that was completely pointless.” Naruto griped shifting his clothes a bit more over his slowly dying erection. “Of course he knows now—I hope you don't mind—but he probably knew all along. He always knows stuff like that...”

Sakura swallowed. Without any aphrodisia to cloud her thoughts her embarrassment in Naruto's presence, much like after the first time they kissed, suddenly returned full force as she thought back her earlier forwardness. She couldn't believe she threw herself at him like that. What must he think of her? He probably saw her as no better than the rest of those hussies—

All thoughts of shame were cut off as he kissed her lightly, his lips lingering on hers long enough to gain her full attention before he pulled away. He kept his bent posture so his eyes were level with her own.

“You okay?” he asked attentively, his gaze intense as he openly searched her eyes, making her feel as though he could see inside her soul. She could feel herself blush as she fell victim to those beautiful blues once again.

“Um...yeah...Look, I'm sorry about earlier—” she began, hoping to clear things up between them. But Naruto straitened and shook his head.

“No, I'm sorry.” He said, much to her confusion. “It's never polite to leave a girl unsatisfied.”

Sakura's blush intensified.

“O-oh?” she squeaked as he took his time backing her into the wall. He held himself apart from her by locking an arm against the wall on either side of her head and he leaned his face towards hers.

“Yeah...I promised after all, didn't I?”

His playful grin was infectious and Sakura was left wondering why she was so embarrassed in the first place. This was Naruto. She didn't have to hold back what she was feeling when she was with him. That was part of the reason she loved him.

“That's right...you did, didn't you?” Her hands lifted to cup the back of his neck and she pulled him in for another kiss. He allowed his weight to compress her into the wall and he planted a knee between her legs, sensually rubbing his quad against her inner thighs, around her still swollen lips, but never quite touching her where she wanted to be. She tried moving her hips away from the wall to accommodate her wants but his hands were quick to hold them down.

“Naruto...” she whined and he chucked, nuzzling her cheek.

For the second time that day, Naruto's apartment door rattled with a series of heavy knocks. Both teens loudly groaned their displeasure.

“We both trained with Sannin. We can take him.” Naruto said to her. Sakura snorted at this, very inclined to try that proposal and followed him to the door. At least now he was in a better condition to open doors.

“What do you want now you—oh! S-sorry Haruno-san...”

Sakura, who had not yet pulled herself from behind the half-opened door, froze.

“Naruto,” The middle-aged woman said in an obviously strained voice. “Have you, by any chance, seen my daughter? She's been avoiding me and my husband for the last couple few days.”

Naruto was torn. He didn't want to lie to Sakura's mom; he wanted to be on good terms with the woman. But at the same time he didn't want to betray Sakura if she was hiding out from her parents for whatever reasons.

“Um...”

“I'm right here mom,” Sakura said, pulling the door the rest of the way open and saving Naruto the trouble. Her mother looked half relieved to see her daughter once more and half appalled at where she found her, even if she had a sneaking suspicion that this would be the best place to look.

“Sakura,” Yori said, trying to keep her voice stern and her eyes away from the jinchuuriki: she didn't want her daughter getting the wrong ideas and be more difficult. “You need to come home so that we can have a family discussion about your recent behavior.”

“About my behavior?” Sakura repeated, eyes flashing. “I'm not the prejudice one here! I refuse to live in a house with close-minded, delusional people!”

“Sakura...” her mother ground out. “You will come home. Your father and I have been very worried about you.”

“More like worried about who I'm with.” the younger snapped. She and her mother stared defiantly at each other, willing the other to back down.

Naruto felt very uncomfortable standing amidst a family fight while knowing somehow that he was at fault.

“Erm...would you like to come inside?” he asked the matron. Yori was surprised when he addressed her. He looked very much the uneasy, normal boy her daughter claimed him to be as he fidgeted unsurely under her gaze.

“No, Naruto, it's alright. She'll leave.”

“I am not leaving without you, young lady.”

“And I'm not going back. Not until you and dad open your eyes.”

“It's not that easy Sakura. You can't possibly understand!”

“No, it's you who can't understand! Why can't you get out of the past and see what's in front of you!”

Naruto felt he should do something before either the two women came to blows or his landlord tried to use unnecessary noise as an excuse to evict him again.

“I—I usually don't try and prove villagers wrong,” he began; now shocking both the women into remembering that he was present. “But if it will help put your mind at ease about Sakura, I'll try.”

Sakura's eyes softened at his willingness to help her mother, even though the woman had done nothing to deserve it.

“You don't owe her anything.”

“Someone does.”

He squared his shoulders and calmed his nerves.

“I talk to him sometimes,” he stated, staring her in the eyes so she would see nothing but truth. “I can pull myself into the seal and meet with him face to face. Sometimes I demand chakra from him as payment for staying in my body. He talks to me too. Nothing nice really, mostly how he wants to kill me and extract his revenge on Konoha.”

“Anyone could make that up,” she clipped.

“He sort of looks like a giant rabbit,” Naruto retorted, earning him a weird look from both Harunos. “I know that there are very few pictures of him, and with good reason, but they all give him fox ears. His ears are longer and make him look like a rabbit.”

Yori's eyes glared in thought...that was in fact accurate if she remembered correctly.

“I can't see much of his body through the cage, but his eyes are red, and his teeth are huge. And when he grins they stretch all the way across his face.”

The visage of that monster was painted clearly in her mind as the boy spoke and she began to tremble.

“His chakra is pure evil...I'm sure you'd remember the feel of it. I won't call it forth because I don't want to traumatize you, but know that if it were my own chakra you would recognize it instantly. There's no hiding that kind of malice.”

Naruto brought his hands out to her, his palms facing up, and focused his chakra so that it radiated from his hands. The soft blue glow gave off a powerful, yet comforting aura that reflected off his remarkable eyes.

“This is my chakra.”

“Its human mom,” Sakura said, gently grabbing one of her mother's hands and holding it to Naruto's. The chakra hummed warmly against her cold fingers.

“So...you really are...two separate beings...” she mumbled, the realization of what this child went through dawning on her. “I'm...I'm...so sorry...”

“Please know that he is paying for his crimes against your family. He's suffering a fate worse than death,” Naruto said cheerlessly, “He'll only live cramped in a cell for the rest of my human existence until I take him out with me.”

Yori was pale as a ghost, the first time in thirteen years a feeling of justice for her son settled in her heart and she could feel tears burning behind the lids of her eyes.

“Th-thank you...” she mumbled, stumbling away in her shocked state, needing to organize her chaotic thoughts. Sakura watched her mother go, feeling rather emotional herself.

“Naruto...”

“Go,” he said, “your mother needs you.”

“You need me too.” She said. It was clear to her, not to anyone else who would have seen him, but her, his teammate and friend, that saying all that out loud hurt him. It labeled his purpose of existence.

“She needs you more. I'll be fine.” He assured her with a tiny smile. Not one of his old, big fake ones, but a sincere one that he reserved for her.

“I'll come back,” she vowed kissing his cheek and dashing off. His nod was delayed and he watched her run down the rickety steps of the stairwell.

“I know.”

 

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Daaaamn that was the most risqué thing I've ever written. A little short, but full of horn. Yay.

I know it's been a while, but the evil finals have taken over my sad life. Woe is my brain...

Alright, here's the dealio...I have a new Naruto story I've been working on that I'm not going to post until February, when Naruto II is aired. Also, intersession is about to start so I doubt there will be anymore updates until I get back to school.

But Fanks, fanks, fanks for the reviews :)

And happy holidays!