Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Heat ❯ Pleasure Mirrors Pain ( Chapter 4 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: deathbyshuriken 
Another severe warning. I don't want any flames because you didn't heed my warning for major yaoi-lemon ahead. Slight Non-Con too.
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Supernatural / Shounen | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 02.13.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.9K | Visits: 3.3K | Status: Completed
Another severe warning. I don't want any flames because you didn't heed my warning for major yaoi-lemon ahead. Slight Non-Con too.
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Supernatural / Shounen | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 02.13.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.9K | Visits: 3.3K | Status: Completed
A/N Hmm... you guys have no idea how hard this particular chapter was to write. I had to listen to a shat load of nine inch nails to get into this mood. Obviously, my dabbling in EMO had affected me this much. I didn't want it to be a kooshie-love-love story. SO I completely blame the delay of this chapter on EMO. I questioned my sanity as I wrote this...
Heat
Chapter Three; Pleasure mirrors Pain.
Sasuke was allowed to drift off to sleep momentarily, cradled in Naruto’s arms. He was allowing himself to indulge in the feeling of safeness that he got from being there, seeing as his best friend was possessed by a demon that had just violated him– violated him and made him like it.
He didn’t know how long he had slept but when he woke, he was laying on Naruto’s narrow bed, naked. Thankfully, the straps that had bound his wrists were gone. He felt warm, very warm and he pushed at the blankets that he was bundled tightly in. Cracking one eye, he peered at the man who stood in all of his naked glory at his bedroom window, staring out at the moon which was noticeably higher in the sky. “Naruto...” He whispered, watching as the chilly October wind ruffled his blond hair, making it shimmer as though touched with frost.
Wordlessly, the man slid under the covers and gathered the stunned shinobi in his arms. Sasuke couldn’t help but wince, remembering those same hands hurting him, violating him. “It always hurts the first few times but you learn to like it.” Naruto’s voice whispered softly in his ear.
“Whatever.” Sasuke growled, struggling to break free from the encompassing grasp on his body. “Let me go. I want a shower. I feel dirty.”
Reluctantly, those arms let go and Sasuke stalked from the bedroom. He turned the water on as hot as it could go and stepped in. The heat felt like sand against his hypersensitive skin. He watched numbly as the water swirled down the drain with a choking ‘glug’. If Sasuke knew that crying would make him feel better, he would have started and probably wouldn’t be able to finish. He didn’t want Naruto’s pity. He didn’t want anything from the man but to be left alone in piece to reconcile with himself and what he had just allowed to happen to him. Tilting his head towards the spray, he let the water scald his face and seep into his eyes, making them feel gritty.
“Sasuke?” A soft, unsure Naruto called out over the shower’s din. The shower curtain moved back slowly to allow the blond man in. Sasuke looked up, schooling his face to its customary unamused yet slightly bored mask, but beneath that he was terrified of finding those scarlet eyes staring down at him. Relief washed over him as he met a concerned cerulean gaze. “I’m sorry, I can’t stop him.” Naruto whispered, his face was stony and contradicting the apology. He didn’t look sorry, but he didn’t look pleased with himself either. Sasuke stared up at him with his unmoving jet glare. “Say something.” Naruto asked, stepping closer and pinning the Uchiha against the tiles.
“What do you want me to say, Naruto?”
“Why can’t you be normal and scream or cry or to hit me or do something? Anything?” A hand reached over and gently grasped Sasuke’s chin, directing his face upwards. Naruto’s face loomed closer, his lips brushing against the dark bruise that was smeared over the right side of his brow. Sasuke stood as still as death as Naruto’s hands slid over soaked flesh, bringing him closer to his body. Their chests touched, Sasuke could feel the heart of his partner thudding steadily against his ribs. He shivered softly, images of the past few hours flashing brightly in his mind’s eye. Naruto’s lips and hands were everywhere at once and it felt alien to Sasuke after the brutal treatment he had just suffered at those same hands.
The cursed blond lowered his mouth and tentatively kissed Sasuke. It was soft at first, gently probing, innocent and green. Desperate for something soft to wrap himself in, Sasuke responded in kind, wrapping his arms around Naruto’s neck. He wanted to forget about the past few hours of his life, figuring them to be some of the worst he’d ever experienced. Their tongues clashed like honeyed velvet, hot and sweet. Naruto’s teeth nipped gently at Sasuke’s lip, then gliding his tongue over it to smooth away the twinge of pain that he felt.
The water overflowed the tub, sloshing onto the tiled floors. Naruto reached backwards blindly and shut off the water before sitting down in the tub, pulling Sasuke into his lap. Skillfully giving Sasuke the power when to pull away, he let him straddle his hips but inwardly, he was terrified at the thought of losing his trusted companion. But he would understand if he never spoke to him again after this night, what he had done was wrong and cruel– something that Sasuke didn’t deserve. He felt numb with shock over what he had done but gratefully, the remorse had yet to set in. When it did, Naruto knew how much it would tear him apart. “What did I do to you?” Naruto whispered vapidly as his eyes traced the map of bruises over Sasuke’s pale body.
“It’s nothing, Naruto.” He dismissed softly, “Will he come back?”
“I don’t know. Probably... if that’s the case you better go. I’m better off by myself.” Naruto said, looking almost frantic.
Shaking his head, Sasuke’s mouth set in firm resolution, “I won’t leave you here with him alone.”
“It’s not me who has to be worried! He can’t do anything to me! It’s you who should be worried! He’s- he’s... Sasuke, the Kyuubi doesn’t feel right tonight. No one is safe around me.” He pushed the man away and stood. Dragging Sasuke out of the bathroom, he shoved clothes in his arms before ushering him to the front door. “Get out, Sasuke. Get out while you can.”
“I can’t! I won’t leave you alone, Naruto.”
“For the love of god, I’ve been alone with him since I was born! Please, don’t be so proud! Just get out while you—“ He grabbed his head and screamed raggedly. Thrashing from side to side, Naruto then dropped to the floor, still clutching at his hair. “I won’t let you have him, you bastard-fox!”
Sasuke felt his heart lodge in his throat. He backed up slowly from his stricken friend until his back hit the door with a thunk. He grabbed the doorknob and twisted, feeling the latch click as the bolt slid from its home. Sasuke wrenched the door open and ran out into the October night naked. A scream of fear bled into a shout of frustration. The Kyuubi was vying for dominance and of course, was winning hands down. “Where are you going, little rabbit?” The Kyuubi snarled, dashing after the nimble shinobi.
His feet led him to the Uchiha district and not to anywhere sensible like Kakashi’s home or even at the feet of the Hokage. He was too humiliated to face them and even put to words the unspeakable acts he had been forced into. During the chase, he had managed to don footwear, pants and his jounin vest but it was a feeble defence against the autumn chill of the night. He fled through the halls of his parents’ home, now not only the demons were chasing him but the ghosts of his entire family. He threw open the doors to a room that opened up to a garden that had long since been neglected. Weeds strangled the life and beauty out of everything, vines chased their ways up the walls and covered the large boulders that were firmly engraved with the Uchiha fan. Stopping suddenly, he turned and glared at the shadows, sensing the power it contained. “Get out here and face me, you piece of shit!” he snarled, his indignation flaring his anger to life.
Naruto, firmly possessed by the Kyuubi, stepped forth. His eyes were gleaming scarlet again, his pupils dilated in the dark and almost seemed normal, despite their odd colour. “Such big talk.”
Pulling out another kunoi, he launched it at the man before summoning up the chakra with a series of complicated hand gestures. “Katon Ryuuka no Jutsu!” He yelled before a steady stream of fire burst from his mouth, spraying over the weed garden.
A laugh, dark and raspy could be heard over the crackling fire. “I was made of this!” Kyuubi-Naruto yelled delightedly before producing an icy blast of wind from his own series of hand movements. The jutsu immediately subdued the firestorm. A burst of speed from the fox-man and he was standing inches away from Sasuke, glaring down at him. “And you, my poppet, are just no match...” A hand reached out and grabbed his throat, lifting him off the ground to dangle uselessly. His foot kicked out and hit Naruto’s ribs but he didn’t register, too intent on punishing the lad by choking him half to death.
Sasuke slowly went limp as unconsciousness wrapped tightly around his mind. The hand that held him tossed him like a stick, across the open hallway and through the shoji where he rolled to a stop against a bare, dust stained wall. He would enjoy making Sasuke his own. He would enjoy seeing the despair creep over his black-as-sin eyes again. Licking his lips, he followed after the man and picked him up, placing him on pile of soft futon mattresses. Idly supposing he was in what used to be a dorm or a barrack of some sort, Kyuubi-Naruto divested Sasuke of his clothes, then taking a collar from within the depths of his cloak, he clasped it around his neck. The collar had four thick iron rings on it. He looped the small bundle of steel twine he had through the rings and bound Sasuke’s hands, leaving him there to wake.
Sasuke woke slowly, the fiery ache in his arms. He realized then that the reason for their achiness was the way they were tied behind his back. His hands and elbows were bound but strangely, his feet weren’t. He shuddered, thinking of all the lewd situations something like this could put him in. He wanted it to end. Yet... and yet... there was something darker in him that screamed for someone to dominate him. The struggle, the fighting was foreplay. It horrified him. It shocked him to the core... how could he, the Great Uchiha, champion of Konoha Village stoop to such a level? Tears of shame slid down his face and felt like ice against the fiery blush that painted his pale cheeks.
“Tears, Sasuke? Surely not for your... lost innocence?” The demon asked softly, his voice like warm velvet rubbed the wrong way.
Dragging his legs beneath him, Sasuke knelt on the mattresses and regarded his captor with a cold detachment that took a considerable amount of effort to conjure. He watched the man glide out of the shadows, the moon seemed to slide off of his skin making him seem more ethereal. His feet didn’t make a sound as he stalked towards him. Kyuubi-Naruto stared at him, head tilted, without the hitai-ate, his bangs hung over his face. Crimson eyes regarded him cooly from the curtain of moon-kissed golden hair.
With his hands tied behind his back his balance wasn’t perfect, so when the hand shot out and shoved him backwards, he fell against his haunches before sitting back, legs akimbo. That hand kept pressing until Sasuke was on his back, his hands pinned uselessly against the futon. “Get it over with.” He grumbled, fleetingly wondering why he was goading his demon-possessed friend. Maybe it was that face—automatically having the compulsion to bother him.
That mouth, the same mouth that would turn down as he uttered curses at his friend, turned upwards predatorily. “Eager, my prince? You should be— the delights that I have in store for you is going to make you scream with want. Want for me and what I can do, want for peace but never wanting to be let go. That’s what you truly want.” The denial was already getting ready to launch itself out of Sasuke’s mouth but one long, slim finger pressed against his lips and prevented him from speaking, “Your brain tells you no but it can’t hide the fact that your heart and soul is so obviously screaming, Yesssss.” That last word slid off his tongue and dwindled to a low feral growl. A hand, surprisingly cold, grasped his flaccid penis and squeezed. Crimson eyes, hard with scrutiny watched as Sasuke tried to suppress the shudder that rolled over him. He could feel his traitorous body reacting to that disturbingly familiar touch.
“And what if it is? It doesn’t make this right.” Sasuke spat vehemently, hating himself and the man in front of him.
“And what is so wrong with fulfilling a desire? Playing out a secret fantasy? Don’t tell me that you are above that... that you have transcended and gone beyond those earthly urges?” That hard grasp moved over his body, stroking him to life. Sasuke’s hips moved involuntarily as sensation crackled over his skin. Sasuke watched dazedly as that blond head dipped down over his body but those hands never moved from his cock. “Answer me!” Kyuubi growled before biting down on Sasuke’s taut abdomen, sharp teeth digging into his flesh.
He cried out in pain, his back arching as if to curl in on itself and protect his vital organs. “Everything! Everything is wrong with it!” Sasuke growled between clenched teeth, “Men don’t do this! Men don’t fuck other men! Fantasies are pointless in the face of doing what is right, what is expected from oneself!”
Kyuubi recoiled minutely to regard the young man, piercing him with a steady, bloody gaze. “And I suppose that you believe that fucking is strictly for reproduction? Doing your part, supplying the world with one more misbegotten bastard on some no-faced, no-name, unworthy whore?” The man chuckled, genuinely amused. “You, boy, are a creature of pleasure. You were crafted by the hand of god to feel superb sensation and experience life through the touch of your skin. To see something such as you, wasted on the black and white of morals and doing what is expected.... that is truly the pitiful sight.” He was quickly losing interest in the conversation and when at last, time passed and there was no response from the trussed man, he bent his head back to the hard planes of his stomach. Sasuke stared up at the ceiling, refusing to acknowledge the tears that were making their way down his face, over the gentle slope of his cheekbones to hang off the edge of his jaw. He shuddered as his body reacted again to jolts of pleasure that his mind could not possibly ignore. As his angst faded to white, Sasuke glanced once at the moon and cursed it for being there, for watching impassively as he was steadily consumed by the fire called passion.
When the hand was replaced by a mouth, Sasuke gasped again and lurched off the futon. His abdomen flexed as his body fought against the palm that pressed his chest downwards. He struggled against his binding as Naruto’s wet, hot mouth engulfed him. “No!” He sobbed raggedly, feeling his hot tongue swirl around the head of his cock. A hand gently kneaded at his scrotum, milking more sensation.
Naruto pulled away, licking at the salty beginnings of Sasuke’s orgasm. Enjoying the look of abandon on the dark haired man’s face as he positioned himself on the bed, the Kyuubi slid his hands between his waist and the mattress, effortlessly hoisting him up. The hands holding him up slid downwards and grasped his butt, gently forcing them apart. One hot, searing swipe of his tongue and Sasuke felt stars burst in his line of vision. The voice that screamed raggedly was his own and it echoed again and again as his sore body was gently abused by Naruto’s mouth. His body flexed and arched, his ribs seemed to crack under the pressure of the spasms created by this odd, yet pleasurable sensation. Only his shoulders, neck and head touched the futon, one leg dangled over Naruto’s body and the other had been pushed out to accommodate Naruto’s face now nudging between them. The mouth lifted and opened to receive Sasuke’s testicles, which he gently ran his tongue over. At the same time, a finger deftly slipped between his legs and pushed passed the ring of muscle that had just been bombarded by his tongue. Somehow, Naruto was driving him to the point where his pleasure had become an almost unbearable pain. He gritted his teeth against it as he was laid back down on the futon and the hands recoiled. He wanted to scream and cry, beg for release but he gritted his teeth and schooled that prized self-control, waiting for another touch.
Naruto straddled his quivering body, resting so that Sasuke’s erection sat nestled in the crevice of his buttocks. He had, during the time he had laid Sasuke back down on the mattress and the time he had gotten on top of him, procured a small bottle. He removed the stopper and soon, Sasuke could smell something faintly musky yet sweet. Naruto watched Sasuke as he poured a healthy amount onto his palms and tossed the bottle away with no consequence, the liquid sloshing and splattering over the hardwood floor. He shivered Naruto lifted himself up slightly and placed hands against Sasuke’s erection, gently stroking and covering it with the viscous stuff. One hand pulled away, pinning Sasuke back on the mattress, as he attempted to sit up. The other hand lifted his cock up and Naruto’s body slowly lowered over it. Slamming his head against the mattress did nothing, there was no satisfying crack like when his skull hit something hard and the pain speared through his brain. Instead, he felt every minute sensation as Naruto’s body slowly received his straining erection.
There was nothing that he could compare the feeling of being... swallowed... by Naruto. The golden body of his forced lover arched over his heaving chest, his mouth locking on his throat as Naruto recieved every inch of Sasuke’s shaft. He knew that this would have been painful if the Kyuubi hadn’t used the oil on him. It more than likely would have torn him. That’s what it felt like he was on the verge of doing now, tearing. A low, ticking growl rumbled in Naruto’s chest as he slowly moved upwards, his muscles quivering and straining. “How does it feel, boy?” Naruto breathed in his ear, lips brushing against the sensitive shell of his ear, only adding to the myriad of sensation he was being overwhelmed with.
Unable to find the words, mostly because his mind fixated on the tight sheath encasing his throbbing cock, Sasuke sobbed. He could feel himself almost there, teetering on the edge of satisfaction. Naruto’s pace picked up, muscles squeezing and clenching, working greedily to gain more pleasure from the penetration. He groaned against Sasuke’s throat, feeling his pulse fluttering between his teeth as he moved faster and faster.
Sasuke arched and thrashed, screaming as his seed spilled into Naruto’s body. Riding the final spasms of Sasuke’s orgasm, Kyuubi-Naruto slowly climbed off and stood kneeling over the dazed man. He moved away, standing on the hardwood floors between puddles of oil. Against the moonlight, Sasuke could see that the Kyuubi had yet to attain his release. He felt a certain sense of satisfaction over that as his exhausted body toiled with his mind. His arms were burning, his entire body was twitching with over stimulation.
Despite his current state of arousal, the Kyuubi felt fine. He slowly fed the straining need to the soul that lingered in the background of his mind and delighted in the despair that radiated from it. In his head, Naruto was crying and screaming, overcome with fear for the irreparable damage that his tenant had just done to his childhood friend and rival. The fox-demon wanted to do more than just damage the bond between the two men, he wanted to eradicate it. He wanted to completly destroy both of them– make the events of this night consume all the happy times and hardships that they had placed. Why he wanted to do this was of no consequence. He wanted to do it because he could and that was all the reason he needed.
As Sasuke’s body slowly relaxed in the throes of sleep, Naruto stalked towards him. Scooping up the bottle and quickly slathering his weeping cock with the remaining oil. He tossed it and knelt on the bed, grabbing Sasuke’s knees and dragging him over the mattress. The warm body shot upwards and attempted to fight back but it was of no use. The kicks were fruitless in his weakened state, especially when Naruto held them against either side of his body. He positioned himself over the entrance of Sasuke’s body and violently thrust in. The resistance he met drew a hissing breath from between his teeth. He listened to the Uchiha as he screamed in pain. Withdrawing before he could allow his body to compensate for the violation, he slammed in again and was rewarded with another scream, this time muffled as the young man bit down on his lip. Naruto’s fingernails bit into each quivering thigh as he felt the pressure mounting and mounting. He threw back his head, letting out a guttural roar as his release flooded over him. With two final thrusts, Naruto’s body fell on top of Sasuke’s, spent.
The moon was low in the sky, brushing against the horizon as Naruto pulled away and lay beside the quiver, weeping man. The final strike had been given and the Kyuubi grinned in satisfaction, practically hearing the sounds of two souls shattering. He would linger, laying on his side and watching Sasuke cry as his power over Naruto’s body grew weaker. He could sense dawn approaching. He didn’t have to look. But just because the sun would rise, didn’t necessarily mean the darkness would recede.
FIN
Heat
Chapter Three; Pleasure mirrors Pain.
Sasuke was allowed to drift off to sleep momentarily, cradled in Naruto’s arms. He was allowing himself to indulge in the feeling of safeness that he got from being there, seeing as his best friend was possessed by a demon that had just violated him– violated him and made him like it.
He didn’t know how long he had slept but when he woke, he was laying on Naruto’s narrow bed, naked. Thankfully, the straps that had bound his wrists were gone. He felt warm, very warm and he pushed at the blankets that he was bundled tightly in. Cracking one eye, he peered at the man who stood in all of his naked glory at his bedroom window, staring out at the moon which was noticeably higher in the sky. “Naruto...” He whispered, watching as the chilly October wind ruffled his blond hair, making it shimmer as though touched with frost.
Wordlessly, the man slid under the covers and gathered the stunned shinobi in his arms. Sasuke couldn’t help but wince, remembering those same hands hurting him, violating him. “It always hurts the first few times but you learn to like it.” Naruto’s voice whispered softly in his ear.
“Whatever.” Sasuke growled, struggling to break free from the encompassing grasp on his body. “Let me go. I want a shower. I feel dirty.”
Reluctantly, those arms let go and Sasuke stalked from the bedroom. He turned the water on as hot as it could go and stepped in. The heat felt like sand against his hypersensitive skin. He watched numbly as the water swirled down the drain with a choking ‘glug’. If Sasuke knew that crying would make him feel better, he would have started and probably wouldn’t be able to finish. He didn’t want Naruto’s pity. He didn’t want anything from the man but to be left alone in piece to reconcile with himself and what he had just allowed to happen to him. Tilting his head towards the spray, he let the water scald his face and seep into his eyes, making them feel gritty.
“Sasuke?” A soft, unsure Naruto called out over the shower’s din. The shower curtain moved back slowly to allow the blond man in. Sasuke looked up, schooling his face to its customary unamused yet slightly bored mask, but beneath that he was terrified of finding those scarlet eyes staring down at him. Relief washed over him as he met a concerned cerulean gaze. “I’m sorry, I can’t stop him.” Naruto whispered, his face was stony and contradicting the apology. He didn’t look sorry, but he didn’t look pleased with himself either. Sasuke stared up at him with his unmoving jet glare. “Say something.” Naruto asked, stepping closer and pinning the Uchiha against the tiles.
“What do you want me to say, Naruto?”
“Why can’t you be normal and scream or cry or to hit me or do something? Anything?” A hand reached over and gently grasped Sasuke’s chin, directing his face upwards. Naruto’s face loomed closer, his lips brushing against the dark bruise that was smeared over the right side of his brow. Sasuke stood as still as death as Naruto’s hands slid over soaked flesh, bringing him closer to his body. Their chests touched, Sasuke could feel the heart of his partner thudding steadily against his ribs. He shivered softly, images of the past few hours flashing brightly in his mind’s eye. Naruto’s lips and hands were everywhere at once and it felt alien to Sasuke after the brutal treatment he had just suffered at those same hands.
The cursed blond lowered his mouth and tentatively kissed Sasuke. It was soft at first, gently probing, innocent and green. Desperate for something soft to wrap himself in, Sasuke responded in kind, wrapping his arms around Naruto’s neck. He wanted to forget about the past few hours of his life, figuring them to be some of the worst he’d ever experienced. Their tongues clashed like honeyed velvet, hot and sweet. Naruto’s teeth nipped gently at Sasuke’s lip, then gliding his tongue over it to smooth away the twinge of pain that he felt.
The water overflowed the tub, sloshing onto the tiled floors. Naruto reached backwards blindly and shut off the water before sitting down in the tub, pulling Sasuke into his lap. Skillfully giving Sasuke the power when to pull away, he let him straddle his hips but inwardly, he was terrified at the thought of losing his trusted companion. But he would understand if he never spoke to him again after this night, what he had done was wrong and cruel– something that Sasuke didn’t deserve. He felt numb with shock over what he had done but gratefully, the remorse had yet to set in. When it did, Naruto knew how much it would tear him apart. “What did I do to you?” Naruto whispered vapidly as his eyes traced the map of bruises over Sasuke’s pale body.
“It’s nothing, Naruto.” He dismissed softly, “Will he come back?”
“I don’t know. Probably... if that’s the case you better go. I’m better off by myself.” Naruto said, looking almost frantic.
Shaking his head, Sasuke’s mouth set in firm resolution, “I won’t leave you here with him alone.”
“It’s not me who has to be worried! He can’t do anything to me! It’s you who should be worried! He’s- he’s... Sasuke, the Kyuubi doesn’t feel right tonight. No one is safe around me.” He pushed the man away and stood. Dragging Sasuke out of the bathroom, he shoved clothes in his arms before ushering him to the front door. “Get out, Sasuke. Get out while you can.”
“I can’t! I won’t leave you alone, Naruto.”
“For the love of god, I’ve been alone with him since I was born! Please, don’t be so proud! Just get out while you—“ He grabbed his head and screamed raggedly. Thrashing from side to side, Naruto then dropped to the floor, still clutching at his hair. “I won’t let you have him, you bastard-fox!”
Sasuke felt his heart lodge in his throat. He backed up slowly from his stricken friend until his back hit the door with a thunk. He grabbed the doorknob and twisted, feeling the latch click as the bolt slid from its home. Sasuke wrenched the door open and ran out into the October night naked. A scream of fear bled into a shout of frustration. The Kyuubi was vying for dominance and of course, was winning hands down. “Where are you going, little rabbit?” The Kyuubi snarled, dashing after the nimble shinobi.
His feet led him to the Uchiha district and not to anywhere sensible like Kakashi’s home or even at the feet of the Hokage. He was too humiliated to face them and even put to words the unspeakable acts he had been forced into. During the chase, he had managed to don footwear, pants and his jounin vest but it was a feeble defence against the autumn chill of the night. He fled through the halls of his parents’ home, now not only the demons were chasing him but the ghosts of his entire family. He threw open the doors to a room that opened up to a garden that had long since been neglected. Weeds strangled the life and beauty out of everything, vines chased their ways up the walls and covered the large boulders that were firmly engraved with the Uchiha fan. Stopping suddenly, he turned and glared at the shadows, sensing the power it contained. “Get out here and face me, you piece of shit!” he snarled, his indignation flaring his anger to life.
Naruto, firmly possessed by the Kyuubi, stepped forth. His eyes were gleaming scarlet again, his pupils dilated in the dark and almost seemed normal, despite their odd colour. “Such big talk.”
Pulling out another kunoi, he launched it at the man before summoning up the chakra with a series of complicated hand gestures. “Katon Ryuuka no Jutsu!” He yelled before a steady stream of fire burst from his mouth, spraying over the weed garden.
A laugh, dark and raspy could be heard over the crackling fire. “I was made of this!” Kyuubi-Naruto yelled delightedly before producing an icy blast of wind from his own series of hand movements. The jutsu immediately subdued the firestorm. A burst of speed from the fox-man and he was standing inches away from Sasuke, glaring down at him. “And you, my poppet, are just no match...” A hand reached out and grabbed his throat, lifting him off the ground to dangle uselessly. His foot kicked out and hit Naruto’s ribs but he didn’t register, too intent on punishing the lad by choking him half to death.
Sasuke slowly went limp as unconsciousness wrapped tightly around his mind. The hand that held him tossed him like a stick, across the open hallway and through the shoji where he rolled to a stop against a bare, dust stained wall. He would enjoy making Sasuke his own. He would enjoy seeing the despair creep over his black-as-sin eyes again. Licking his lips, he followed after the man and picked him up, placing him on pile of soft futon mattresses. Idly supposing he was in what used to be a dorm or a barrack of some sort, Kyuubi-Naruto divested Sasuke of his clothes, then taking a collar from within the depths of his cloak, he clasped it around his neck. The collar had four thick iron rings on it. He looped the small bundle of steel twine he had through the rings and bound Sasuke’s hands, leaving him there to wake.
Sasuke woke slowly, the fiery ache in his arms. He realized then that the reason for their achiness was the way they were tied behind his back. His hands and elbows were bound but strangely, his feet weren’t. He shuddered, thinking of all the lewd situations something like this could put him in. He wanted it to end. Yet... and yet... there was something darker in him that screamed for someone to dominate him. The struggle, the fighting was foreplay. It horrified him. It shocked him to the core... how could he, the Great Uchiha, champion of Konoha Village stoop to such a level? Tears of shame slid down his face and felt like ice against the fiery blush that painted his pale cheeks.
“Tears, Sasuke? Surely not for your... lost innocence?” The demon asked softly, his voice like warm velvet rubbed the wrong way.
Dragging his legs beneath him, Sasuke knelt on the mattresses and regarded his captor with a cold detachment that took a considerable amount of effort to conjure. He watched the man glide out of the shadows, the moon seemed to slide off of his skin making him seem more ethereal. His feet didn’t make a sound as he stalked towards him. Kyuubi-Naruto stared at him, head tilted, without the hitai-ate, his bangs hung over his face. Crimson eyes regarded him cooly from the curtain of moon-kissed golden hair.
With his hands tied behind his back his balance wasn’t perfect, so when the hand shot out and shoved him backwards, he fell against his haunches before sitting back, legs akimbo. That hand kept pressing until Sasuke was on his back, his hands pinned uselessly against the futon. “Get it over with.” He grumbled, fleetingly wondering why he was goading his demon-possessed friend. Maybe it was that face—automatically having the compulsion to bother him.
That mouth, the same mouth that would turn down as he uttered curses at his friend, turned upwards predatorily. “Eager, my prince? You should be— the delights that I have in store for you is going to make you scream with want. Want for me and what I can do, want for peace but never wanting to be let go. That’s what you truly want.” The denial was already getting ready to launch itself out of Sasuke’s mouth but one long, slim finger pressed against his lips and prevented him from speaking, “Your brain tells you no but it can’t hide the fact that your heart and soul is so obviously screaming, Yesssss.” That last word slid off his tongue and dwindled to a low feral growl. A hand, surprisingly cold, grasped his flaccid penis and squeezed. Crimson eyes, hard with scrutiny watched as Sasuke tried to suppress the shudder that rolled over him. He could feel his traitorous body reacting to that disturbingly familiar touch.
“And what if it is? It doesn’t make this right.” Sasuke spat vehemently, hating himself and the man in front of him.
“And what is so wrong with fulfilling a desire? Playing out a secret fantasy? Don’t tell me that you are above that... that you have transcended and gone beyond those earthly urges?” That hard grasp moved over his body, stroking him to life. Sasuke’s hips moved involuntarily as sensation crackled over his skin. Sasuke watched dazedly as that blond head dipped down over his body but those hands never moved from his cock. “Answer me!” Kyuubi growled before biting down on Sasuke’s taut abdomen, sharp teeth digging into his flesh.
He cried out in pain, his back arching as if to curl in on itself and protect his vital organs. “Everything! Everything is wrong with it!” Sasuke growled between clenched teeth, “Men don’t do this! Men don’t fuck other men! Fantasies are pointless in the face of doing what is right, what is expected from oneself!”
Kyuubi recoiled minutely to regard the young man, piercing him with a steady, bloody gaze. “And I suppose that you believe that fucking is strictly for reproduction? Doing your part, supplying the world with one more misbegotten bastard on some no-faced, no-name, unworthy whore?” The man chuckled, genuinely amused. “You, boy, are a creature of pleasure. You were crafted by the hand of god to feel superb sensation and experience life through the touch of your skin. To see something such as you, wasted on the black and white of morals and doing what is expected.... that is truly the pitiful sight.” He was quickly losing interest in the conversation and when at last, time passed and there was no response from the trussed man, he bent his head back to the hard planes of his stomach. Sasuke stared up at the ceiling, refusing to acknowledge the tears that were making their way down his face, over the gentle slope of his cheekbones to hang off the edge of his jaw. He shuddered as his body reacted again to jolts of pleasure that his mind could not possibly ignore. As his angst faded to white, Sasuke glanced once at the moon and cursed it for being there, for watching impassively as he was steadily consumed by the fire called passion.
When the hand was replaced by a mouth, Sasuke gasped again and lurched off the futon. His abdomen flexed as his body fought against the palm that pressed his chest downwards. He struggled against his binding as Naruto’s wet, hot mouth engulfed him. “No!” He sobbed raggedly, feeling his hot tongue swirl around the head of his cock. A hand gently kneaded at his scrotum, milking more sensation.
Naruto pulled away, licking at the salty beginnings of Sasuke’s orgasm. Enjoying the look of abandon on the dark haired man’s face as he positioned himself on the bed, the Kyuubi slid his hands between his waist and the mattress, effortlessly hoisting him up. The hands holding him up slid downwards and grasped his butt, gently forcing them apart. One hot, searing swipe of his tongue and Sasuke felt stars burst in his line of vision. The voice that screamed raggedly was his own and it echoed again and again as his sore body was gently abused by Naruto’s mouth. His body flexed and arched, his ribs seemed to crack under the pressure of the spasms created by this odd, yet pleasurable sensation. Only his shoulders, neck and head touched the futon, one leg dangled over Naruto’s body and the other had been pushed out to accommodate Naruto’s face now nudging between them. The mouth lifted and opened to receive Sasuke’s testicles, which he gently ran his tongue over. At the same time, a finger deftly slipped between his legs and pushed passed the ring of muscle that had just been bombarded by his tongue. Somehow, Naruto was driving him to the point where his pleasure had become an almost unbearable pain. He gritted his teeth against it as he was laid back down on the futon and the hands recoiled. He wanted to scream and cry, beg for release but he gritted his teeth and schooled that prized self-control, waiting for another touch.
Naruto straddled his quivering body, resting so that Sasuke’s erection sat nestled in the crevice of his buttocks. He had, during the time he had laid Sasuke back down on the mattress and the time he had gotten on top of him, procured a small bottle. He removed the stopper and soon, Sasuke could smell something faintly musky yet sweet. Naruto watched Sasuke as he poured a healthy amount onto his palms and tossed the bottle away with no consequence, the liquid sloshing and splattering over the hardwood floor. He shivered Naruto lifted himself up slightly and placed hands against Sasuke’s erection, gently stroking and covering it with the viscous stuff. One hand pulled away, pinning Sasuke back on the mattress, as he attempted to sit up. The other hand lifted his cock up and Naruto’s body slowly lowered over it. Slamming his head against the mattress did nothing, there was no satisfying crack like when his skull hit something hard and the pain speared through his brain. Instead, he felt every minute sensation as Naruto’s body slowly received his straining erection.
There was nothing that he could compare the feeling of being... swallowed... by Naruto. The golden body of his forced lover arched over his heaving chest, his mouth locking on his throat as Naruto recieved every inch of Sasuke’s shaft. He knew that this would have been painful if the Kyuubi hadn’t used the oil on him. It more than likely would have torn him. That’s what it felt like he was on the verge of doing now, tearing. A low, ticking growl rumbled in Naruto’s chest as he slowly moved upwards, his muscles quivering and straining. “How does it feel, boy?” Naruto breathed in his ear, lips brushing against the sensitive shell of his ear, only adding to the myriad of sensation he was being overwhelmed with.
Unable to find the words, mostly because his mind fixated on the tight sheath encasing his throbbing cock, Sasuke sobbed. He could feel himself almost there, teetering on the edge of satisfaction. Naruto’s pace picked up, muscles squeezing and clenching, working greedily to gain more pleasure from the penetration. He groaned against Sasuke’s throat, feeling his pulse fluttering between his teeth as he moved faster and faster.
Sasuke arched and thrashed, screaming as his seed spilled into Naruto’s body. Riding the final spasms of Sasuke’s orgasm, Kyuubi-Naruto slowly climbed off and stood kneeling over the dazed man. He moved away, standing on the hardwood floors between puddles of oil. Against the moonlight, Sasuke could see that the Kyuubi had yet to attain his release. He felt a certain sense of satisfaction over that as his exhausted body toiled with his mind. His arms were burning, his entire body was twitching with over stimulation.
Despite his current state of arousal, the Kyuubi felt fine. He slowly fed the straining need to the soul that lingered in the background of his mind and delighted in the despair that radiated from it. In his head, Naruto was crying and screaming, overcome with fear for the irreparable damage that his tenant had just done to his childhood friend and rival. The fox-demon wanted to do more than just damage the bond between the two men, he wanted to eradicate it. He wanted to completly destroy both of them– make the events of this night consume all the happy times and hardships that they had placed. Why he wanted to do this was of no consequence. He wanted to do it because he could and that was all the reason he needed.
As Sasuke’s body slowly relaxed in the throes of sleep, Naruto stalked towards him. Scooping up the bottle and quickly slathering his weeping cock with the remaining oil. He tossed it and knelt on the bed, grabbing Sasuke’s knees and dragging him over the mattress. The warm body shot upwards and attempted to fight back but it was of no use. The kicks were fruitless in his weakened state, especially when Naruto held them against either side of his body. He positioned himself over the entrance of Sasuke’s body and violently thrust in. The resistance he met drew a hissing breath from between his teeth. He listened to the Uchiha as he screamed in pain. Withdrawing before he could allow his body to compensate for the violation, he slammed in again and was rewarded with another scream, this time muffled as the young man bit down on his lip. Naruto’s fingernails bit into each quivering thigh as he felt the pressure mounting and mounting. He threw back his head, letting out a guttural roar as his release flooded over him. With two final thrusts, Naruto’s body fell on top of Sasuke’s, spent.
The moon was low in the sky, brushing against the horizon as Naruto pulled away and lay beside the quiver, weeping man. The final strike had been given and the Kyuubi grinned in satisfaction, practically hearing the sounds of two souls shattering. He would linger, laying on his side and watching Sasuke cry as his power over Naruto’s body grew weaker. He could sense dawn approaching. He didn’t have to look. But just because the sun would rise, didn’t necessarily mean the darkness would recede.
FIN