Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Heat ❯ Stealing Winter's Innocence ( Chapter 3 )
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By: deathbyshuriken 
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Supernatural / Shounen | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 02.13.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 3.5K | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Supernatural / Shounen | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 02.13.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 3.5K | Status: Completed
AN: WHOOT! This was hard to write! I've got the shakes from it. Lemon content ahead, ladies and gents. Enjoy my hours of toil and white-goat sacrifices to my greedy muse. An infinite number of kisses and hugs to those who reviewed. TBC, BTW. I am not done yet. The fire under my ass is just getting started. :) Do I smell something burning??
Heat
Chapter Three; Stealing Winter's Innocence.
Sasuke couldn’t help but feel terrified. Utter and complete scared shitless. His skin seemed to want to crawl off of his body as a calloused hand brushed gently across his arm. “Are you scared, Sasuke?” The Kyuubi asked softly as his face loomed over him, dark against the light of the moon.
“No.”
A soft, husky laughing growl tumbled from kiss-swollen lips, “Lies. I can smell it.”
“Don’t do this.” Sasuke whispered, praying and hoping with all his might that the Kyuubi could be distracted long enough for him to get away. He had tried hitting Naruto’s face but the attack had been curbed with a smart cuff to the side of his face that left him blinking back the stars and black spots. It had also rewarded him with having his wrists tied back with strips of his own shirt, which had been shredded from his body like wet tissue paper. He had struggled fruitlessly, thrashing beneath Naruto’s body but it only seemed to further entice the demon-controlled man.
“And what can you do about it?” Kyuubi asked softly, the humour slowly bleeding from his face. “You are powerless to stop me.” Sasuke watched as that mouth, the same one he was used to hearing threats uttered and loud, stupid things said, brushed a kiss along his now bared collarbone. Naruto’s body lay half on Sasuke, pressing his body into the floor. Finding a hand gliding over his slim waist, he clenched his stomach in anticipation for what would inevitably follow. “And even if you could stop me, would you?”
Those words seemed to revive some of the slow burning anger in his mind, making him yank back to reality. With the chains of pleasure seemingly weakened, Sasuke struggled against the bindings, bringing his wrists down on Naruto’s face. Naruto grunted but didn’t block the punch. Momentarily stunned at the success of the half-hearted shot, Sasuke gathered strength to shove the body off of him and stand. “I will forgive Naruto for this, but not you Kyuubi.”
“And what will you do?” The voice suddenly behind him, an arm wrapping around his chest and pulling back into a warm, fleshy wall. “Kill me?”
“I’ll find a way. There’s always a way.” He looked up from the strong arm that restrained his own and gasped at the ghostly image before him. It took him a moment to realize that what he was staring at was a mirror and not a ghost. His skin, usually pale, seemed to be silvery in the moonlight. Sometime during the time he had sat down on the couch and now, the lights had gone out in the apartment. The moon seemed painfully bright and highlighted the blue in his hair. Behind him, red eyes gleamed iridescently, a strong arm still unmistakeably tanned, crossed over his chest. The rest of Naruto’s body was shrouded in shadow.
“Would you like to watch?” Naruto whispered, his voice soft and yet so savage. A free hand reached over and grabbed his chin, twisting his head back so that a kiss could be placed on his slightly parted lips. The arm that braced him against Naruto’s chest dipped slowly lower, his fingertips seemingly memorizing every line of the ebon-eyed man. Sasuke’s eyes should have been closed to the disgusting scene that was playing out in front of him, but they were strangely locked on the mirror as Naruto savaged his mouth. His hand slipped lower and lower, passed the pants he wore and even lower... He shivered again and whimpered as he fought for control over his own body but he was powerless to stop the hand as it brushed against his partial erection. The Kyuubi chose that time, as Sasuke’s guard was crumbling, to grind his hips against his buttocks.
Summoning up enough anger and hate to pierce the fog in his brain, Sasuke glared at his captor through the reflection and snarled, “I hate you.” Just as a hand wrapped firmly around his now straining erection. Without really knowing what he was doing, he bucked back against Naruto and felt his own arousal flush against the cleft of his ass. Again, his eyes were locked on the mirror and he watched as the hand in his pants moved slowly downwards. His mind had ceased to work, his common sense burning up in the bright fury of his need. The pleasure had to end sometime and the clashing need to finish and prolong caused him to thrust against Naruto again as the blond’s hand clenched painfully over his shaft.
“That’s fine, Uchiha. Hate me.” The Kyuubi whispered, the rough pad of his thumb dragged over the hypersensitive head of his cock, pulling another moan from the dark sharingan master. A burst of chakra exploded from the blond, brushing against the naked flesh of his back and urging his own forth. How could the Kyuubi use his chakra to this extent? Sasuke wondered blearily through the pleasure it brought. The hand grasping his weeping erection let go only to tangle itself in hair as dark as a raven’s wing. His head jerked backwards until it touched against Naruto’s shoulder, his throat painfully exposed to the midnight chill. “Finish yourself.”
A firm believer that such things as Masturbation was the lowest act of deprivation and a lack of self-discipline... not something a proud man should succumb to, Sasuke found himself torn. He was torn between the unrelenting pride, screaming for justice and the painful need to find release. It was obvious by the look on Naruto/Kyuubi’s face that he wasn’t going to help. Sasuke shivered as another tendril– no, tail of tingling energy brushed against him. Closing his eyes, he swallowed audibly before reaching down with shaking hands and grasping his painfully erect penis. His hands worked, inherently knowing what had to be done in order to obtain release. His knees shook and threatened to give out but an arm like a steel band wrapped around his waist and pulled him flush against Naruto’s body. Sasuke’s eyes dark, dilated slits focussed on himself, then on Naruto’s dark arm around his slim waist... at his hand working desperately for release and realized that he had never been so turned on in his life. He had never lost complete control like this before. He watched blankly as his pants and boxers fell away from his hips, bearing him further to the cool night air.
Sasuke had been with women, some innocent and green looking for love where it couldn’t be found, others were experts and looking only for the next conquest. He didn’t care, either way he had detached his emotions from his body and found only a need for release in those fickle creatures called women. He had always been the one in control, always knew when and what to do. He could always end it, finish it and be done, but this was different. He was completely lost in the depths of desperation that tasted like Naruto’s sweat and fear that coated his tongue. He didn’t want to finish— he needed to. His hand worked frantically, up and down his shaft as he felt fingers massage his perfect glutes. He didn’t know when he had been pushed up against the mirror but he pushed his forehead onto the glass as he came hard.
Naruto’s free hand brushed aside Sasuke’s captured ones and ran along the length of his twitching cock. Sasuke gasped as that hand delved between his ass, coated with his own seed. Clenching his teeth, Sasuke tried to prepare himself as a finger invaded his body. His muscles quivered as he quelled himself to relax further and to accept the invasion, only to have a second finger join the first. He groaned, feeling the pain of unyielding muscles trying desperately to compensate and adjust around the offending digits. “It hurts.” He whimpered.
Kyuubi/Naruto gently pushed deeper into Sasuke’s body, ignoring the soft cries being wrung from the man. Despite his all encompassing wish to own the young man, he didn’t want to break him entirely just yet. So diligently, he prepared the young man for another shock he was about to receive. The ageless fox-demon, trapped in the virile body of an 18 year old figured that while he was there, he’d make the best of it. Violence was just one of the many things he was capable of. When finally Sasuke’s small, pained whimpers turned into strangled moans and his body worked against Naruto’s Kyuubi-driven hand, he pulled away. Somehow figuring the man would fight, he pulled out the ever-present kunoi from a hidden pocket in the pants he was wearing and pinned the straps of Sasuke’s makeshift shackles to the wall above the mirror. Sensing that the budding pain-pleasure in this new, strange experience was about to bloom anew, he tensed and waited. It came slowly, hard yet soft, gentle yet unrelenting. Sasuke struggled against the cuffs, feeling them cut into his skin as Naruto slowly, painstakingly and inch-by-inch, pushed himself into Sasuke’s body. When finally he was buried to the hilt and surrounded by hot, clenching muscle, the Kyuubi used that ageless patience and waited for Sasuke to adjust. He stilled his body, breathing deeply as Sasuke gasped, letting spasms of pain-pleasure ricochet up his spine.
“Move.” Sasuke commanded, arching his back to will the body above him into action. He got it in one smooth, fluent movement that caused him to press his forehead onto the glass harder. The harsh material of Naruto’s pants brushed against the backs of his legs and buttocks as his body moved back in, again burying himself and pushing up against that spot that caused his body to spasm again. He glanced down, seeing himself hard in the mirror before looking up despairingly at the Kyuubi.
“This is what powerlessness is, boy.” The kyuubi hissed between clenched teeth as he pulled back almost violently and slammed into Sasuke’s slowly yielding body. Sasuke screamed, feeling as if his stomach had tried to crawl its way out of his mouth. A hand reached around, grasping at his cock and after finding it, matching the quick, hard strokes with those that were pounding into his body. The pleasure slowly and eventually amassed, overriding the pain that had wracked his body before. “Yesss!” Kyuubi/Naruto roared, throwing back his head and letting his body increase its pace as his orgasm came within grasping distance. Holding back, waiting for the boy, he watched as the naked back arched to receive more of him. Sasuke let out a soft cry as Naruto’s final thrust met his almost painful release. Sasuke tried to sink down to the floor, knowing that his knees had finally, officially given out on him. That strong arm still around his waist kept him from falling and Sasuke slowly lifted his head and watched his breath mist the glass in small puffs. He watched through the mirror as the Kyuubi forced his torso upright so that his back was pressed against his rapidly rising and falling chest. Lips came close to Sasuke’s ear and a tongue darted out, tracing the delicate curve of his ear before he whispered raggedly, “And oh, what power is there in it.”
TBC
Heat
Chapter Three; Stealing Winter's Innocence.
Sasuke couldn’t help but feel terrified. Utter and complete scared shitless. His skin seemed to want to crawl off of his body as a calloused hand brushed gently across his arm. “Are you scared, Sasuke?” The Kyuubi asked softly as his face loomed over him, dark against the light of the moon.
“No.”
A soft, husky laughing growl tumbled from kiss-swollen lips, “Lies. I can smell it.”
“Don’t do this.” Sasuke whispered, praying and hoping with all his might that the Kyuubi could be distracted long enough for him to get away. He had tried hitting Naruto’s face but the attack had been curbed with a smart cuff to the side of his face that left him blinking back the stars and black spots. It had also rewarded him with having his wrists tied back with strips of his own shirt, which had been shredded from his body like wet tissue paper. He had struggled fruitlessly, thrashing beneath Naruto’s body but it only seemed to further entice the demon-controlled man.
“And what can you do about it?” Kyuubi asked softly, the humour slowly bleeding from his face. “You are powerless to stop me.” Sasuke watched as that mouth, the same one he was used to hearing threats uttered and loud, stupid things said, brushed a kiss along his now bared collarbone. Naruto’s body lay half on Sasuke, pressing his body into the floor. Finding a hand gliding over his slim waist, he clenched his stomach in anticipation for what would inevitably follow. “And even if you could stop me, would you?”
Those words seemed to revive some of the slow burning anger in his mind, making him yank back to reality. With the chains of pleasure seemingly weakened, Sasuke struggled against the bindings, bringing his wrists down on Naruto’s face. Naruto grunted but didn’t block the punch. Momentarily stunned at the success of the half-hearted shot, Sasuke gathered strength to shove the body off of him and stand. “I will forgive Naruto for this, but not you Kyuubi.”
“And what will you do?” The voice suddenly behind him, an arm wrapping around his chest and pulling back into a warm, fleshy wall. “Kill me?”
“I’ll find a way. There’s always a way.” He looked up from the strong arm that restrained his own and gasped at the ghostly image before him. It took him a moment to realize that what he was staring at was a mirror and not a ghost. His skin, usually pale, seemed to be silvery in the moonlight. Sometime during the time he had sat down on the couch and now, the lights had gone out in the apartment. The moon seemed painfully bright and highlighted the blue in his hair. Behind him, red eyes gleamed iridescently, a strong arm still unmistakeably tanned, crossed over his chest. The rest of Naruto’s body was shrouded in shadow.
“Would you like to watch?” Naruto whispered, his voice soft and yet so savage. A free hand reached over and grabbed his chin, twisting his head back so that a kiss could be placed on his slightly parted lips. The arm that braced him against Naruto’s chest dipped slowly lower, his fingertips seemingly memorizing every line of the ebon-eyed man. Sasuke’s eyes should have been closed to the disgusting scene that was playing out in front of him, but they were strangely locked on the mirror as Naruto savaged his mouth. His hand slipped lower and lower, passed the pants he wore and even lower... He shivered again and whimpered as he fought for control over his own body but he was powerless to stop the hand as it brushed against his partial erection. The Kyuubi chose that time, as Sasuke’s guard was crumbling, to grind his hips against his buttocks.
Summoning up enough anger and hate to pierce the fog in his brain, Sasuke glared at his captor through the reflection and snarled, “I hate you.” Just as a hand wrapped firmly around his now straining erection. Without really knowing what he was doing, he bucked back against Naruto and felt his own arousal flush against the cleft of his ass. Again, his eyes were locked on the mirror and he watched as the hand in his pants moved slowly downwards. His mind had ceased to work, his common sense burning up in the bright fury of his need. The pleasure had to end sometime and the clashing need to finish and prolong caused him to thrust against Naruto again as the blond’s hand clenched painfully over his shaft.
“That’s fine, Uchiha. Hate me.” The Kyuubi whispered, the rough pad of his thumb dragged over the hypersensitive head of his cock, pulling another moan from the dark sharingan master. A burst of chakra exploded from the blond, brushing against the naked flesh of his back and urging his own forth. How could the Kyuubi use his chakra to this extent? Sasuke wondered blearily through the pleasure it brought. The hand grasping his weeping erection let go only to tangle itself in hair as dark as a raven’s wing. His head jerked backwards until it touched against Naruto’s shoulder, his throat painfully exposed to the midnight chill. “Finish yourself.”
A firm believer that such things as Masturbation was the lowest act of deprivation and a lack of self-discipline... not something a proud man should succumb to, Sasuke found himself torn. He was torn between the unrelenting pride, screaming for justice and the painful need to find release. It was obvious by the look on Naruto/Kyuubi’s face that he wasn’t going to help. Sasuke shivered as another tendril– no, tail of tingling energy brushed against him. Closing his eyes, he swallowed audibly before reaching down with shaking hands and grasping his painfully erect penis. His hands worked, inherently knowing what had to be done in order to obtain release. His knees shook and threatened to give out but an arm like a steel band wrapped around his waist and pulled him flush against Naruto’s body. Sasuke’s eyes dark, dilated slits focussed on himself, then on Naruto’s dark arm around his slim waist... at his hand working desperately for release and realized that he had never been so turned on in his life. He had never lost complete control like this before. He watched blankly as his pants and boxers fell away from his hips, bearing him further to the cool night air.
Sasuke had been with women, some innocent and green looking for love where it couldn’t be found, others were experts and looking only for the next conquest. He didn’t care, either way he had detached his emotions from his body and found only a need for release in those fickle creatures called women. He had always been the one in control, always knew when and what to do. He could always end it, finish it and be done, but this was different. He was completely lost in the depths of desperation that tasted like Naruto’s sweat and fear that coated his tongue. He didn’t want to finish— he needed to. His hand worked frantically, up and down his shaft as he felt fingers massage his perfect glutes. He didn’t know when he had been pushed up against the mirror but he pushed his forehead onto the glass as he came hard.
Naruto’s free hand brushed aside Sasuke’s captured ones and ran along the length of his twitching cock. Sasuke gasped as that hand delved between his ass, coated with his own seed. Clenching his teeth, Sasuke tried to prepare himself as a finger invaded his body. His muscles quivered as he quelled himself to relax further and to accept the invasion, only to have a second finger join the first. He groaned, feeling the pain of unyielding muscles trying desperately to compensate and adjust around the offending digits. “It hurts.” He whimpered.
Kyuubi/Naruto gently pushed deeper into Sasuke’s body, ignoring the soft cries being wrung from the man. Despite his all encompassing wish to own the young man, he didn’t want to break him entirely just yet. So diligently, he prepared the young man for another shock he was about to receive. The ageless fox-demon, trapped in the virile body of an 18 year old figured that while he was there, he’d make the best of it. Violence was just one of the many things he was capable of. When finally Sasuke’s small, pained whimpers turned into strangled moans and his body worked against Naruto’s Kyuubi-driven hand, he pulled away. Somehow figuring the man would fight, he pulled out the ever-present kunoi from a hidden pocket in the pants he was wearing and pinned the straps of Sasuke’s makeshift shackles to the wall above the mirror. Sensing that the budding pain-pleasure in this new, strange experience was about to bloom anew, he tensed and waited. It came slowly, hard yet soft, gentle yet unrelenting. Sasuke struggled against the cuffs, feeling them cut into his skin as Naruto slowly, painstakingly and inch-by-inch, pushed himself into Sasuke’s body. When finally he was buried to the hilt and surrounded by hot, clenching muscle, the Kyuubi used that ageless patience and waited for Sasuke to adjust. He stilled his body, breathing deeply as Sasuke gasped, letting spasms of pain-pleasure ricochet up his spine.
“Move.” Sasuke commanded, arching his back to will the body above him into action. He got it in one smooth, fluent movement that caused him to press his forehead onto the glass harder. The harsh material of Naruto’s pants brushed against the backs of his legs and buttocks as his body moved back in, again burying himself and pushing up against that spot that caused his body to spasm again. He glanced down, seeing himself hard in the mirror before looking up despairingly at the Kyuubi.
“This is what powerlessness is, boy.” The kyuubi hissed between clenched teeth as he pulled back almost violently and slammed into Sasuke’s slowly yielding body. Sasuke screamed, feeling as if his stomach had tried to crawl its way out of his mouth. A hand reached around, grasping at his cock and after finding it, matching the quick, hard strokes with those that were pounding into his body. The pleasure slowly and eventually amassed, overriding the pain that had wracked his body before. “Yesss!” Kyuubi/Naruto roared, throwing back his head and letting his body increase its pace as his orgasm came within grasping distance. Holding back, waiting for the boy, he watched as the naked back arched to receive more of him. Sasuke let out a soft cry as Naruto’s final thrust met his almost painful release. Sasuke tried to sink down to the floor, knowing that his knees had finally, officially given out on him. That strong arm still around his waist kept him from falling and Sasuke slowly lifted his head and watched his breath mist the glass in small puffs. He watched through the mirror as the Kyuubi forced his torso upright so that his back was pressed against his rapidly rising and falling chest. Lips came close to Sasuke’s ear and a tongue darted out, tracing the delicate curve of his ear before he whispered raggedly, “And oh, what power is there in it.”
TBC