Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Not everthing is as it seems. ❯ the end ( Chapter 1 )
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By: blackarora 
the end of a relationship
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Psychological / Hentai / Drama | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 07.31.2006 | Updated On: 07.31.2006 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.2K | Visits: 978 | Status: Work In Progress
the end of a relationship
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Psychological / Hentai / Drama | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 07.31.2006 | Updated On: 07.31.2006 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.2K | Visits: 978 | Status: Work In Progress
Not everything is as it seems.
Chapter 1
the end
When did the walk back to his apartment get so long?
Sandal clad feet trudged on, carrying the wearied blond shinobi home. Blood was splattered across his hard earned green vest, making him look morbid in the dim light offered by the street lights. Pausing a moment to watch as a lunar moth fluttered in the light of the flicking street light next to him.
The footsteps of the person following him stopped as well and started again when he did.
He really should move in to a nicer apartment, one that was closer to the hokage tower so he would not have to walk so far after he completed a mission. Grunting as he climbed the few steps up and spotting his pursuer out of the corner of his eye, as the dark clad form skirted the meager light offered by the street lamp.
Naruto opened the door to his small apartment and stepped in, not bothering to close the door behind himself. He was in no mood to hang it back on it’s hinges tonight, so he might as well prevent the need for him to do so.
Kicking off his sandals and stepping up in to the main room, removing the bloodstained vest from his shoulders and setting it on the back of one of the chairs at the table. Running a hand through his wild blond hair that was weighted down from the sweat he had expelled during his mission.
He knew he was grimy, dirt was smeared on his face and hands, mud was splattered up to his thighs, some of the blood had soaked through to his shirt and was making it stick to his tanned flesh.
Grabbing the bottom hem of his sodden shirt, he heard the door shut, but did not bother to turn around and face the person who just walked in. Naruto pulled the dirty, dark blue shirt over his head, pulling on his sore muscles and throwing it on to the heap of dirty laundry that he had neglected to do before going on the last mission.
Silently he let the chilled air of his apartment cool him off as he walked to the bedroom. Reaching for the light switch next to the door in, a rough voice rang out telling him “no” and he dropped his hand.
Sighing as he kicked off his pants then turning to face the man that had followed him home. The dark haired teen he had considered like a brother, was leaning like he always did on the door frame.
Obscured in the darkness, but his pale skin and refined features catching the moonlight as he stood watching him like a hawk watched it’s prey. The red eyes following his every move as he went to the bedside and looked over the rumpled sheets before closing his eyes and sighing.
Sasuke was not going to even let him get a shower before he slept with him.
No, sleeping with someone meant there was feelings between them.
Sasuke fucked him.
Used his body for his pleasure then left.
Turning his tan backside to the door, Naruto thought about sending him away. Telling him “no” and getting some well earned rest. It was not that he couldn’t handle the sex, it was just that he was getting tired of Sasuke’s little game he played.
At first Sasuke had been a good lover, ensuring that he enjoyed the encounter as much as he did. Getting him to want to have the bastard follow him home. But as the weeks drew on, his child hood rival stopped the reach around’s and the kissing. Gradually the bastard ceased to make sure he was fully stretched before starting. Stopped making sure it felt good in return.
Yes, the fist time was nothing like what it was now. Now it was like the prick was seeing how much he could get away with. And so far Naruto had let him get away with a lot.
He had kept rationalizing it as Sasuke’s way of taking out stress. The more stressed out the bastard was, the less of a lover he was. That was what he figured drove Sasuke to follow him home the first time.
They had been on a disappointing and draining mission about 6 months back, one of the many that they would go on as Jounins. The orders were to protect a merchant from thieves. The thieves turned out to be the towns people that grew the goods the man was selling. The merchant’s monopoly as the only seller, had driven the people in to debt and they had to work to pay it off, only that the merchant kept finding things to put the villagers back in to debt. The farmers were slowly starving because the crops were all going to pay the man and nothing was left over for themselves.
The situation was so desperate that the towns folk faced death either from starvation or for fighting for their cause. So the farmers had started to take back was taken from them and the merchant hired shinobi to ‘find and take care of the thieves’. The man knew full well who it was taking the crops back and had worded the contract slyly so the shinobi group were nothing more then his hired thugs.
In the end it had been one family that had encouraged all the others to stand up to the merchant who was using them as slaves, to take back what should of been there’s.
Fighting was the better and more honorable choice then slowly starving, but the Konoha shinobi had been hired by the merchant and were under contract to fight for him. The poor farmers did not stand a chance against the jounin and in the family that had instigated the attacks, only one young boy survived.
That was where Naruto had found Sasuke, standing over the boys parents, bloody sword in hand and crying child clinging to the dead bodies. The 6 year olds entire family slain, because they would not give up, would not stop attacking.
He remembered how for the rest of the mission the Uchiha had a dead look to his eyes, even after they had returned to Konoha. How he did not mind that Sasuke followed him home or that he pinned him to the wall and kissed him, then crawled in to bed with him. How when Sasuke came deep inside of him, Naruto could feel the tears from the bastard on his shoulder.
But that first time, when the prick had expressed his emotions and need by pushing him on to the bed and climbing in on top of him, Sasuke had made sure not to hurt him. Not like now and the missions of late were not even that emotional draining. The sex that followed was more of a concern to him then his safety out in the field.
Making a fist, he started to turn around to face the pale teen that he let do these things to him, despite how much it had started to hurt. Before he could say no, pale, calloused hands wrapped around him. Dragging up his toned abs to trace the slight lip of muscle his well formed pecs made.
Kneading the sore, mission weary muscles, making him sigh and lean back in to the owner of the massaging hands. All thoughts about sending the bastard away momentarily forgotten as the hands rubbed his tension away. He could feel the dark strands brushing against his shoulder and the hot puffs of breath as Sasuke pressed his face against the back of his head, burying his face in to his grimy blond hair. This was, was good, it felt so good.
The bastards shirt pressed against his bare back and Naruto’s eye lids betrayed how tired he was by drooping as the hands coaxed him in to relaxing. Then closing as the strong slender fingers kept kneading his sore shoulders, slowly drifting down, back to his pecs.
The sharp pain as one his nipples was cruelly twisted made his eyes shoot open and a startled cry of pain escape his lips. One of the hands continued south to pull down on the hem of his boxers and the other shot up to press between his shoulder blades, forcing him to bend over the bed with his face pressed against the rumpled sheets and his rear in the air.
The hand shot forward to get a firm grip in his hair and pulled him so that he had to craw forward, but did not let him lift his head. Bumping his knees on the edge of the bed, he felt Sasuke’s other hand rid him of his boxers.
The word was just on the tip of his tongue, but Naruto still did not say ‘No.’he knew that Sasuke wanted him naked in front of him, exposed, defenseless, knowing that he hated it.
The strong grip grabbed his knees, forcing him to lift them and place them on the edge of the bed, exposing his anus to the raven haired bastard.
The prick would not let him roll over, even though it felt better if he was on his back. The prick did not want to look him in the eye when he was screwing him and that hurt almost as much as the sex did. The blond could not remember when it had happened, when Sasuke stopped wanting to see him cry out as he came. Nor could he hide his wince as a saliva moistened finger was unceremoniously shoved in, the hand in his hair not relenting it’s grip.
There was lube in the dresser drawer, but he could not remember when Sasuke stopped using it.
He did not know why he let Sasuke treat him like this. He did not know why he did not tell him to stop.
A second finger was added and he gasped, reaching over and grabbing a pillow. Pulling it over and pressing his face in to it. The Uchiha knew about the demon he contained, that was one of the reasons he did not stop him, he guessed. Sasuke still wanted to do this even after he knew. But that did not stop the pain.
The fox healed him. He had told the raven haired teen countless times, but Sasuke still did not realize how much the demon healed him. That over stretched muscles were nothing for the beast to fix and that each time was like his first time.
If he was a normal human, then the brief preparation would have been sufficient because his muscles would have been stretched enough from their prior exploits, but he was not normal and he was not stretched enough.
Bracing for what he knew was about to happen, Naruto tried to relax, but as Sasuke pressed himself in to him, he still had to bury his face in the pillow to muffle his pained scream.
He was too tight, Sasuke should be able to feel it. The bastard should be able to feel the contacting muscles that screamed from the swift entrance.
Naruto could feel the moisture drip out of the corners of his eyes. It hurt, he could hear his own whimpers, but the prick started to move anyway.
The pale hand shifted to press between his shoulder blades and Sasuke’s other hand had a grip on his hip, holding him in place.
Why did he let the bastard get away with treating him like this? Why didn’t he stop him?
Groaning as he felt the poorly stretched muscles give, then feeling the slight burn as the foxes chakra immediately went to heal the tear. Sasuke should be able to feel that and know that he had torn him, but the bastard just hissed at the added sensation of the bubbling chakra and started to thrust faster.
Letting out a shaky breath, Naruto closed his eyes and concentrated. The demon was always quick to heal him after a hard mission. Normally that was a good thing because he would wake up fine, but now the beasts chakra was more of a hindrance. It only meant he would tighten again after the tear was healed and then he would hurt again because Sasuke would not pause to stretch him again.
He had been in this dilemma before thanks to the bastard and he knew what to do. Concentrating between the thrusts, the blond stopped the demons chakra, knowing that it would probably take a day or so for it to resume its regular flow. By then Sasuke would go back to being his hated rival and he could heal with out the bastard to rip him up.
The bed was creaking from the force in Sasukes thrusts and as Naruto stopped the red chakra, making it return to the pit of his stomach, he winced as the slight pain buffer the chakra gave him left as well. The demon had healed him more then he had thought, and it felt like Sasuke had just started again. Grimacing in to the pillow, he waited for the pain to fade back down.
Then Sasuke shifted and slammed in with as much force as he could.
Naruto could not hide the scream as his sidewall tore again from the inadequately lubricated dick that was pounding inside of his un-stretched rear.
But still Sasuke did not stop. Each of the bastards thrusts seemed to make the rip bigger and as the waves of pain made Naruto cry out repeatedly, Sasuke just sped up.
Until the blond could not take it any more. The pain and Sasuke not caring that he was hurting him.
“NO MORE, STOP.”
Lurching forward, and pulling out of the grip on his hips and in his hair. He felt the pricks hands trying to pull him back and the torn blond rolled. Catching Sasuke with his legs and sending him to the floor. Giving himself a moment to flip over and scoot further back on the bed, wincing as he moved his hips.
In true fighting style, raven haired bastard was back on his feet almost instantly and even in the darkness Naruto could see the angry scowl across the pale face and flinched when the prick grabbed his leg and pulled him back to the edge of the bed.
What the fuck did Sasuke think he was doing?
No is NO.
Kicking out then wincing from bolt of pain from his torn insides, Sasuke knocked the kick aside, lifted Naruto’s legs to his shoulders and pressed back in to him.
Naruto could not hide or muffle the scream that tore out of him, or the tears that fell from his eyes at the intense pain. Sasuke seemed to freeze from the sound Naruto had produced and the blond took full advantage of it.
He had let Sasuke have sex with him, for whatever reason he found to cover the bastards progressively worsening treatment of him. But now he had no idea what possessed him to let Sasuke touch him in the first place.
The prick did not care about him. The prick used his body and left him to get himself off. There was no reason for him to take this abuse.
Remove his leg from Sasukes shoulder and kicking out with all of his considerable force, he nailed the Uchiha in the gut, throwing the raven haired teen against the dresser behind him and hearing the sharp crack as the wood broke.
Sasuke stood back up instantly eyes red and chakra oozing fighting intent.
Was that what this was? Sasuke could no longer beat him out in the field and need to show his dominance some place else?
Well then the prick was in for a wake up call because he was no push over and he had said No and meant it. Whatever they had, was gone, long gone and if Sasuke wanted to continue this affair then to bad, because he had enough.
Jumping to his feet and forcing himself to not cry out from the pain in his rear, Naruto slammed his fist through the wall right next to the pricks head.
“Get the fuck out of my house Uchiha. I fucking told you to stop and you had to keep going. I don’t want to be part of your sick pleasure any more, leave, now.”
He was up close to the pale man, having grabbed Sasukes shirt collar and stood practically nose to nose with his one time friend. Growling his words, knowing that he had been meaning to say them for a long time now.
A slow smile spread across the pale face that made Narutos blood boil as Sasuke mocked him even now.
“You know you liked it.”
His free hand clenched in to a fist and slammed in to the Uchihas face. He did not hold back, punching him with the same amount of force he used against his enemies. He should of never of held back when dealing with Sasuke and now he was going to make up for it.
“I NEVER LIKED IT, YOU BASTARD. I JUST FELT SORRY FOR YOU.”
The dark eyebrows jumped up and the scowl came back to the pale face.
“Liar.”
There was something dark about the look on the pricks face, something that he was sure meant something, but he was much to pissed off to decode the bastard. Besides it was his turn to smile and mock, gritting his teeth to make sure he sounded calm to the arrogant ass wipe he had pinned to the wall.
“Do you think I like being hurt? You sick, sadistic, bastard actually thought that I like that? HELL NO!. I only put up with your shit because I thought you were going to snap and break like an over stressed pole after I brought your ass back from Orochimarus. Everybody hated you then, just like they hated me. I thought that if you had someone that cared, then it would make your reintegration back in to society easier. But no. The cold, callous Uchiha never cared, about me, about Konoha, about any thing. He just used me as he saw fit and that apparently is nothing more then a cum rag. I should of left you at the snakes. You are truly two of a kind. Power hungry and willing to destroy everything you have to get more.”
Growling, suddenly disgusted with the dark haired teen he once admired and strived to be like, Naruto shifted his weight and knocked the stunned Uchiha to the floor.
“I let you do that to me because I thought it would keep you from running back to the snake, but now I don’t give a rats flaming asshole what you do. Run back to that bastard and get the power he promised you. I wont come after you this time. You can rot in hell for all I care, but get the fuck out of my house and never fucking come back.”
Turning sharply and taking the few steps to the small shower just off the main bedroom. The blond flipped the lights on and strode in. Making sure to not show any weakness to the teen still on the floor next to his dresser as the bathroom lights blinded him for a moment, then he slammed the door behind himself.
Practically falling on to the sink in an effort to brace himself, Naruto looked down and saw the trail of blood he had made from walking in.
Shit. He had stopped the demons chakra so he was on his own for about 24 hours in regards to healing. Grunting as he pulled himself up, he was preparing to enter ANBU and had to learn all sorts of medical stuff so he should be able to take care of himself.
Limping over to the small shower he started it up and turned it to hot. He knew hot water made people bleed faster but right now, he really felt like scouring his skin off.
Hopping in as steam started to rise out from the shower curtain, he braced himself against the cold tiles that the water could not reach, just under the shower head and let the water pour over his back. Removing the grim and dirt from his mission as well as the blood from between his legs.
Looking down and watching as the red droplets rolled down his legs. Making a fist and punching the tiled wall. He had known that none of the girls would ever want to be with him. Not after it became public knowledge that he contained Kyuubi. They where still friends with him, or at least pretended to be, but he knew that he could never marry and have kids. Any kid he sired would be dubbed a monster and he did not wish that upon anybody.
Then there was Sasuke.
After all that hard work training with ero sannin and then the fight to bring the bastard back to Konoha, he had known that Sasuke had changed. He had changed and it would of been stupid even for him to think that the Uchiha could live and train in the sound for so long and not be changed. And it was so very apparent when Sasuke had first been permitted out without a guard. The prick was definitely out of place, simple acts of kindness seemed to confuse him. Not that there was many acts of kindness offered up to a traitor.
That was what drove him to try to get close to the bastard again. Their roles had reversed, now he was the respected and loved one and Sasuke was the outcast. He had known what it was like to be the unwanted one and had tried to offer the support he had been given and had it backfire in a way he was not really ready for, but accepted it none the less.
As time went by and the prick started to re-earn the villagers trust he could feel the change in Sasuke. Like he was trying to go back to the way it was before he left, when he was the prince and Naruto was the clown.
Punching the wall again in his anger at the Uchiha for thinking that he would just let him do what ever he wanted. Then punching the wall again because that was just what he had been doing for the last few months.
No, no more, not after tonight.
Naruto shivered as he leaned back in the now cold water, letting the water cascade down his front. His water heater was extra larger with the working shinobi in mind, so for him to run the thing out of hot water meant that he had been in for quite a while. Straightening up and grabbing the shampoo bottle, he lathered up and rinsed in the cold water. Running the bar of soap over his body quickly and groaning as he bent over to get his legs. He was still bleeding, the red pearls still ran down his legs. Standing up and shutting the cold water off, he grabbed a towel, wrapping it around his waist. Then he grabbed another one and limped his way back to his messed up bed.
Glancing at his dresser, that to his relief Sasuke was no longer on the floor next to, then spreading the towel out on the bed and climbing in on top of it so he would not ruin his mattress.
Curling up in his warm blankets like he had wanted to do from the beginning. Grunting, because he knew that what he had said, needed saying, and even if he had embellished in his anger he still felt better knowing that after the next mission Sasuke would not follow him home.
Now the pain in his ass just had to go away and he would be feeling good.
Chapter 1
the end
When did the walk back to his apartment get so long?
Sandal clad feet trudged on, carrying the wearied blond shinobi home. Blood was splattered across his hard earned green vest, making him look morbid in the dim light offered by the street lights. Pausing a moment to watch as a lunar moth fluttered in the light of the flicking street light next to him.
The footsteps of the person following him stopped as well and started again when he did.
He really should move in to a nicer apartment, one that was closer to the hokage tower so he would not have to walk so far after he completed a mission. Grunting as he climbed the few steps up and spotting his pursuer out of the corner of his eye, as the dark clad form skirted the meager light offered by the street lamp.
Naruto opened the door to his small apartment and stepped in, not bothering to close the door behind himself. He was in no mood to hang it back on it’s hinges tonight, so he might as well prevent the need for him to do so.
Kicking off his sandals and stepping up in to the main room, removing the bloodstained vest from his shoulders and setting it on the back of one of the chairs at the table. Running a hand through his wild blond hair that was weighted down from the sweat he had expelled during his mission.
He knew he was grimy, dirt was smeared on his face and hands, mud was splattered up to his thighs, some of the blood had soaked through to his shirt and was making it stick to his tanned flesh.
Grabbing the bottom hem of his sodden shirt, he heard the door shut, but did not bother to turn around and face the person who just walked in. Naruto pulled the dirty, dark blue shirt over his head, pulling on his sore muscles and throwing it on to the heap of dirty laundry that he had neglected to do before going on the last mission.
Silently he let the chilled air of his apartment cool him off as he walked to the bedroom. Reaching for the light switch next to the door in, a rough voice rang out telling him “no” and he dropped his hand.
Sighing as he kicked off his pants then turning to face the man that had followed him home. The dark haired teen he had considered like a brother, was leaning like he always did on the door frame.
Obscured in the darkness, but his pale skin and refined features catching the moonlight as he stood watching him like a hawk watched it’s prey. The red eyes following his every move as he went to the bedside and looked over the rumpled sheets before closing his eyes and sighing.
Sasuke was not going to even let him get a shower before he slept with him.
No, sleeping with someone meant there was feelings between them.
Sasuke fucked him.
Used his body for his pleasure then left.
Turning his tan backside to the door, Naruto thought about sending him away. Telling him “no” and getting some well earned rest. It was not that he couldn’t handle the sex, it was just that he was getting tired of Sasuke’s little game he played.
At first Sasuke had been a good lover, ensuring that he enjoyed the encounter as much as he did. Getting him to want to have the bastard follow him home. But as the weeks drew on, his child hood rival stopped the reach around’s and the kissing. Gradually the bastard ceased to make sure he was fully stretched before starting. Stopped making sure it felt good in return.
Yes, the fist time was nothing like what it was now. Now it was like the prick was seeing how much he could get away with. And so far Naruto had let him get away with a lot.
He had kept rationalizing it as Sasuke’s way of taking out stress. The more stressed out the bastard was, the less of a lover he was. That was what he figured drove Sasuke to follow him home the first time.
They had been on a disappointing and draining mission about 6 months back, one of the many that they would go on as Jounins. The orders were to protect a merchant from thieves. The thieves turned out to be the towns people that grew the goods the man was selling. The merchant’s monopoly as the only seller, had driven the people in to debt and they had to work to pay it off, only that the merchant kept finding things to put the villagers back in to debt. The farmers were slowly starving because the crops were all going to pay the man and nothing was left over for themselves.
The situation was so desperate that the towns folk faced death either from starvation or for fighting for their cause. So the farmers had started to take back was taken from them and the merchant hired shinobi to ‘find and take care of the thieves’. The man knew full well who it was taking the crops back and had worded the contract slyly so the shinobi group were nothing more then his hired thugs.
In the end it had been one family that had encouraged all the others to stand up to the merchant who was using them as slaves, to take back what should of been there’s.
Fighting was the better and more honorable choice then slowly starving, but the Konoha shinobi had been hired by the merchant and were under contract to fight for him. The poor farmers did not stand a chance against the jounin and in the family that had instigated the attacks, only one young boy survived.
That was where Naruto had found Sasuke, standing over the boys parents, bloody sword in hand and crying child clinging to the dead bodies. The 6 year olds entire family slain, because they would not give up, would not stop attacking.
He remembered how for the rest of the mission the Uchiha had a dead look to his eyes, even after they had returned to Konoha. How he did not mind that Sasuke followed him home or that he pinned him to the wall and kissed him, then crawled in to bed with him. How when Sasuke came deep inside of him, Naruto could feel the tears from the bastard on his shoulder.
But that first time, when the prick had expressed his emotions and need by pushing him on to the bed and climbing in on top of him, Sasuke had made sure not to hurt him. Not like now and the missions of late were not even that emotional draining. The sex that followed was more of a concern to him then his safety out in the field.
Making a fist, he started to turn around to face the pale teen that he let do these things to him, despite how much it had started to hurt. Before he could say no, pale, calloused hands wrapped around him. Dragging up his toned abs to trace the slight lip of muscle his well formed pecs made.
Kneading the sore, mission weary muscles, making him sigh and lean back in to the owner of the massaging hands. All thoughts about sending the bastard away momentarily forgotten as the hands rubbed his tension away. He could feel the dark strands brushing against his shoulder and the hot puffs of breath as Sasuke pressed his face against the back of his head, burying his face in to his grimy blond hair. This was, was good, it felt so good.
The bastards shirt pressed against his bare back and Naruto’s eye lids betrayed how tired he was by drooping as the hands coaxed him in to relaxing. Then closing as the strong slender fingers kept kneading his sore shoulders, slowly drifting down, back to his pecs.
The sharp pain as one his nipples was cruelly twisted made his eyes shoot open and a startled cry of pain escape his lips. One of the hands continued south to pull down on the hem of his boxers and the other shot up to press between his shoulder blades, forcing him to bend over the bed with his face pressed against the rumpled sheets and his rear in the air.
The hand shot forward to get a firm grip in his hair and pulled him so that he had to craw forward, but did not let him lift his head. Bumping his knees on the edge of the bed, he felt Sasuke’s other hand rid him of his boxers.
The word was just on the tip of his tongue, but Naruto still did not say ‘No.’he knew that Sasuke wanted him naked in front of him, exposed, defenseless, knowing that he hated it.
The strong grip grabbed his knees, forcing him to lift them and place them on the edge of the bed, exposing his anus to the raven haired bastard.
The prick would not let him roll over, even though it felt better if he was on his back. The prick did not want to look him in the eye when he was screwing him and that hurt almost as much as the sex did. The blond could not remember when it had happened, when Sasuke stopped wanting to see him cry out as he came. Nor could he hide his wince as a saliva moistened finger was unceremoniously shoved in, the hand in his hair not relenting it’s grip.
There was lube in the dresser drawer, but he could not remember when Sasuke stopped using it.
He did not know why he let Sasuke treat him like this. He did not know why he did not tell him to stop.
A second finger was added and he gasped, reaching over and grabbing a pillow. Pulling it over and pressing his face in to it. The Uchiha knew about the demon he contained, that was one of the reasons he did not stop him, he guessed. Sasuke still wanted to do this even after he knew. But that did not stop the pain.
The fox healed him. He had told the raven haired teen countless times, but Sasuke still did not realize how much the demon healed him. That over stretched muscles were nothing for the beast to fix and that each time was like his first time.
If he was a normal human, then the brief preparation would have been sufficient because his muscles would have been stretched enough from their prior exploits, but he was not normal and he was not stretched enough.
Bracing for what he knew was about to happen, Naruto tried to relax, but as Sasuke pressed himself in to him, he still had to bury his face in the pillow to muffle his pained scream.
He was too tight, Sasuke should be able to feel it. The bastard should be able to feel the contacting muscles that screamed from the swift entrance.
Naruto could feel the moisture drip out of the corners of his eyes. It hurt, he could hear his own whimpers, but the prick started to move anyway.
The pale hand shifted to press between his shoulder blades and Sasuke’s other hand had a grip on his hip, holding him in place.
Why did he let the bastard get away with treating him like this? Why didn’t he stop him?
Groaning as he felt the poorly stretched muscles give, then feeling the slight burn as the foxes chakra immediately went to heal the tear. Sasuke should be able to feel that and know that he had torn him, but the bastard just hissed at the added sensation of the bubbling chakra and started to thrust faster.
Letting out a shaky breath, Naruto closed his eyes and concentrated. The demon was always quick to heal him after a hard mission. Normally that was a good thing because he would wake up fine, but now the beasts chakra was more of a hindrance. It only meant he would tighten again after the tear was healed and then he would hurt again because Sasuke would not pause to stretch him again.
He had been in this dilemma before thanks to the bastard and he knew what to do. Concentrating between the thrusts, the blond stopped the demons chakra, knowing that it would probably take a day or so for it to resume its regular flow. By then Sasuke would go back to being his hated rival and he could heal with out the bastard to rip him up.
The bed was creaking from the force in Sasukes thrusts and as Naruto stopped the red chakra, making it return to the pit of his stomach, he winced as the slight pain buffer the chakra gave him left as well. The demon had healed him more then he had thought, and it felt like Sasuke had just started again. Grimacing in to the pillow, he waited for the pain to fade back down.
Then Sasuke shifted and slammed in with as much force as he could.
Naruto could not hide the scream as his sidewall tore again from the inadequately lubricated dick that was pounding inside of his un-stretched rear.
But still Sasuke did not stop. Each of the bastards thrusts seemed to make the rip bigger and as the waves of pain made Naruto cry out repeatedly, Sasuke just sped up.
Until the blond could not take it any more. The pain and Sasuke not caring that he was hurting him.
“NO MORE, STOP.”
Lurching forward, and pulling out of the grip on his hips and in his hair. He felt the pricks hands trying to pull him back and the torn blond rolled. Catching Sasuke with his legs and sending him to the floor. Giving himself a moment to flip over and scoot further back on the bed, wincing as he moved his hips.
In true fighting style, raven haired bastard was back on his feet almost instantly and even in the darkness Naruto could see the angry scowl across the pale face and flinched when the prick grabbed his leg and pulled him back to the edge of the bed.
What the fuck did Sasuke think he was doing?
No is NO.
Kicking out then wincing from bolt of pain from his torn insides, Sasuke knocked the kick aside, lifted Naruto’s legs to his shoulders and pressed back in to him.
Naruto could not hide or muffle the scream that tore out of him, or the tears that fell from his eyes at the intense pain. Sasuke seemed to freeze from the sound Naruto had produced and the blond took full advantage of it.
He had let Sasuke have sex with him, for whatever reason he found to cover the bastards progressively worsening treatment of him. But now he had no idea what possessed him to let Sasuke touch him in the first place.
The prick did not care about him. The prick used his body and left him to get himself off. There was no reason for him to take this abuse.
Remove his leg from Sasukes shoulder and kicking out with all of his considerable force, he nailed the Uchiha in the gut, throwing the raven haired teen against the dresser behind him and hearing the sharp crack as the wood broke.
Sasuke stood back up instantly eyes red and chakra oozing fighting intent.
Was that what this was? Sasuke could no longer beat him out in the field and need to show his dominance some place else?
Well then the prick was in for a wake up call because he was no push over and he had said No and meant it. Whatever they had, was gone, long gone and if Sasuke wanted to continue this affair then to bad, because he had enough.
Jumping to his feet and forcing himself to not cry out from the pain in his rear, Naruto slammed his fist through the wall right next to the pricks head.
“Get the fuck out of my house Uchiha. I fucking told you to stop and you had to keep going. I don’t want to be part of your sick pleasure any more, leave, now.”
He was up close to the pale man, having grabbed Sasukes shirt collar and stood practically nose to nose with his one time friend. Growling his words, knowing that he had been meaning to say them for a long time now.
A slow smile spread across the pale face that made Narutos blood boil as Sasuke mocked him even now.
“You know you liked it.”
His free hand clenched in to a fist and slammed in to the Uchihas face. He did not hold back, punching him with the same amount of force he used against his enemies. He should of never of held back when dealing with Sasuke and now he was going to make up for it.
“I NEVER LIKED IT, YOU BASTARD. I JUST FELT SORRY FOR YOU.”
The dark eyebrows jumped up and the scowl came back to the pale face.
“Liar.”
There was something dark about the look on the pricks face, something that he was sure meant something, but he was much to pissed off to decode the bastard. Besides it was his turn to smile and mock, gritting his teeth to make sure he sounded calm to the arrogant ass wipe he had pinned to the wall.
“Do you think I like being hurt? You sick, sadistic, bastard actually thought that I like that? HELL NO!. I only put up with your shit because I thought you were going to snap and break like an over stressed pole after I brought your ass back from Orochimarus. Everybody hated you then, just like they hated me. I thought that if you had someone that cared, then it would make your reintegration back in to society easier. But no. The cold, callous Uchiha never cared, about me, about Konoha, about any thing. He just used me as he saw fit and that apparently is nothing more then a cum rag. I should of left you at the snakes. You are truly two of a kind. Power hungry and willing to destroy everything you have to get more.”
Growling, suddenly disgusted with the dark haired teen he once admired and strived to be like, Naruto shifted his weight and knocked the stunned Uchiha to the floor.
“I let you do that to me because I thought it would keep you from running back to the snake, but now I don’t give a rats flaming asshole what you do. Run back to that bastard and get the power he promised you. I wont come after you this time. You can rot in hell for all I care, but get the fuck out of my house and never fucking come back.”
Turning sharply and taking the few steps to the small shower just off the main bedroom. The blond flipped the lights on and strode in. Making sure to not show any weakness to the teen still on the floor next to his dresser as the bathroom lights blinded him for a moment, then he slammed the door behind himself.
Practically falling on to the sink in an effort to brace himself, Naruto looked down and saw the trail of blood he had made from walking in.
Shit. He had stopped the demons chakra so he was on his own for about 24 hours in regards to healing. Grunting as he pulled himself up, he was preparing to enter ANBU and had to learn all sorts of medical stuff so he should be able to take care of himself.
Limping over to the small shower he started it up and turned it to hot. He knew hot water made people bleed faster but right now, he really felt like scouring his skin off.
Hopping in as steam started to rise out from the shower curtain, he braced himself against the cold tiles that the water could not reach, just under the shower head and let the water pour over his back. Removing the grim and dirt from his mission as well as the blood from between his legs.
Looking down and watching as the red droplets rolled down his legs. Making a fist and punching the tiled wall. He had known that none of the girls would ever want to be with him. Not after it became public knowledge that he contained Kyuubi. They where still friends with him, or at least pretended to be, but he knew that he could never marry and have kids. Any kid he sired would be dubbed a monster and he did not wish that upon anybody.
Then there was Sasuke.
After all that hard work training with ero sannin and then the fight to bring the bastard back to Konoha, he had known that Sasuke had changed. He had changed and it would of been stupid even for him to think that the Uchiha could live and train in the sound for so long and not be changed. And it was so very apparent when Sasuke had first been permitted out without a guard. The prick was definitely out of place, simple acts of kindness seemed to confuse him. Not that there was many acts of kindness offered up to a traitor.
That was what drove him to try to get close to the bastard again. Their roles had reversed, now he was the respected and loved one and Sasuke was the outcast. He had known what it was like to be the unwanted one and had tried to offer the support he had been given and had it backfire in a way he was not really ready for, but accepted it none the less.
As time went by and the prick started to re-earn the villagers trust he could feel the change in Sasuke. Like he was trying to go back to the way it was before he left, when he was the prince and Naruto was the clown.
Punching the wall again in his anger at the Uchiha for thinking that he would just let him do what ever he wanted. Then punching the wall again because that was just what he had been doing for the last few months.
No, no more, not after tonight.
Naruto shivered as he leaned back in the now cold water, letting the water cascade down his front. His water heater was extra larger with the working shinobi in mind, so for him to run the thing out of hot water meant that he had been in for quite a while. Straightening up and grabbing the shampoo bottle, he lathered up and rinsed in the cold water. Running the bar of soap over his body quickly and groaning as he bent over to get his legs. He was still bleeding, the red pearls still ran down his legs. Standing up and shutting the cold water off, he grabbed a towel, wrapping it around his waist. Then he grabbed another one and limped his way back to his messed up bed.
Glancing at his dresser, that to his relief Sasuke was no longer on the floor next to, then spreading the towel out on the bed and climbing in on top of it so he would not ruin his mattress.
Curling up in his warm blankets like he had wanted to do from the beginning. Grunting, because he knew that what he had said, needed saying, and even if he had embellished in his anger he still felt better knowing that after the next mission Sasuke would not follow him home.
Now the pain in his ass just had to go away and he would be feeling good.