Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Possession ❯ Possession ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Okay, ummmm, story called Possession with SasuNaru pairing. Let’s see…. Totally random oneshot unless, of course, faithful readers such as yourselves dictate otherwise. Also, I usually portray Kyuubi as a girl, but screw it, too lazy to change it. It’s 4:00 in the morning. Death to all plot-bunnies. My voices are superior, and they will murder you all if you try to take over.
Knives: *nervous*Dagger-chan, I think it’s time to take your meds now….
Dagger: Never! Pure evil! You can’t make me, demonspawn!
Danny-boy: 0.o Dagger Stiletto does not own Naruto or anything associated with it. She just likes to write, and she says that if she doesn’t obey the voices, they’ll eat her alive from the inside out until she complies with their wishes.
Knives: Seriously! It’s time to take your meds! *takes off running after the cackling, maniacally hysterical authoress*

He hated the rain. He never really allowed anyone to know how depressed the rain made him, but it made him sluggish and lethargic. He already had enough problems as it was, but now the sky had to split open and pour an onslaught of drenching liquid on him while he was walking homehe didn’t run because he was so tired. The day had been hard, and all he wanted to do now was curl up and sleep. That’s all he seemed to do. That and training, eating, faking a happy-go-lucky attitude, and getting beat up by the villagers because of a demon inside of him that he didn’t have control over in the first place….
Well, he could control the demon, though there was no real reason to do so, but he couldn’t control the circumstance that he actually had the demon. If it had been his choice, he’d rather just live as a normal boy would.
That’s not nice, Kit, Kyuubi said with a small pout in his voice. And it’s not my fault that I’m the cause of all your pain. If I had it my way, no one would even know about it, and you’d be treated the way you deserve, just like everyone else.
I thought you’d rather not be contained in a vessel, Naruto questioned.
That is true, Kit, but I’ve come to grow accustomed to you, and I enjoy being in your mind. Despite how you publicly portray yourself, you really are intelligent. Why don’t you just be yourself, Kit?
Because if I behaved the way I want to, then I’d beat the crap out of everyone who hurt me. I wouldn’t have as much control over your anger and bloodlust as I do now.
I’m not all bad, Kit. I swear I can be good.
Why does it sound like you’re pleading for something?
Because I want you to be happy, Kit. It upsets me to see you soKami, look out!!
Naruto whirled but too late; a kunai buried itself in his flesh, in his right ribcage rather than his back as it had been originally aimed. He cried out in pain, stumbling sideways three paces before being jumped by his assailants. There were five of them, and he felt Kyuubi roar in anger. He grunted when feet, fists, and blades assaulted him. Cuts and bruises were delivered to his body in an onslaught more harmful, depressing, and lethargy-inducing than the rain could ever be.
After the first few blows, Naruto silenced his vocalizations of pain and surprise. He curled into himself on the ground where he lay and submitted fully to the harsh ministrations of all five of his attackers. He didn’t fight them, didn’t defend himself. Didn’t let loose of the cries in his throat or the driving need to fight back. He kept control of the demon that roared inside him, writhing and struggling to be free. He focused on trying to calm Kyuubi to distract himself from what was being done to his body.
It’s all right, Kyuubi, it’ll be all over soon, and then we’ll go home, get cleaned up, and rest, he promised the raging fox. Everything will be all right. Soon we’ll be home and safe, and no one will hurt us.
Get up and fight, Kit! They’re killing you! Make them stop. They’re killing us! Kit, please, don’t just lay here like a dog. Get up and show them what we’re made of. Please, Kit, you don’t deserve to die. I may, but not you. Never you. Who will protect the village if you’re killed? All the while, the mighty Kyuubi roared, writhed, clawed, and screeched as it tried to force his way out of his confinement.
The seal mark burned slightly at the fox’s efforts.
Naruto gasped at a particularly hard kick to the middle of his spine, and his vision, which had been graying, dimming, suddenly went black. He arched his back and felt the Kyuubi break a little freer of his control.
However, before anything worse could happen, a black angel descended upon all six village boys and exacted punishment on all but one.
Naruto’s vision gave way to the scene before him, Kyuubi suddenly calm and quiet. He watched as the black-haired, muscular, pale-skinned ninja fought off the other five boys that had attacked the blonde. He panted, trying to work past the pain flooding his system. The five boys screamed in terror, finally realizing they stood no chance against the raven angel, and ran with injuries that would take quite a while to heal, whereas Kyuubi was already slowly working at healing Naruto’s injuries.
The raven stood and watched the others go until they were out of sight. A moan behind him caught and drew his attention, and he looked down at the blonde laying in the mud of the road that led to his home. He was trying to sit up, but the broken bones in both arms and his left side prevented him from succeeding.
“Dobe,” he muttered.
“S-S-Sasuke, what are you doing here?” Naruto asked, eyes wide albeit glazed over in anguish. Surprisingly, he didn’t react to the insult as he normally would.
“Saving you, apparently.” Sasuke crouched beside the Kyuubi-container.
“W-why?” the blonde gasped, pain overwhelming him.
“I could ask you the same question.”
“Regarding what?”
“The reason for why you weren’t fighting back.”
“Because I could’ve hurt them far more than they could ever hurt me,” came the dull, melancholy reply.
Kit, I can’t heal that wound in your right side. The kunai was shoved all the way inside, and I can’t fix it until the weapon is removed.
My arms are broken. I can’t do it.
Ask the raven to do it for you.
Naruto groaned. “Sasuke, do me a favor?”
“What, dobe?”
Naruto winced at that. No one really knew how much that insult hurt him. He acted like it angered him, and it did but only to a degree. He was more hurt than anything else. Being called “dead-last” was the worst thing he felt he could ever be called, and Sasuke used the word to address him rather than his name every day.
He hid the pain, as he always did, masking the emotional anguish with the physical. “There’s a kunai buried between my fifth and sixth rib in my right side. My arms are broken, so I can’t get it, and Kyuubi can’t heal it unless the kunai is removed….” He trailed off in order to pant through a wave of agony.
Before he could continue, Sasuke tore off his jacket and T-shirt, then roughly thrust his fingers in the wide puncture. Naruto screamed at the excruciating pain, then bit his fangs into his lower lip, praying for the pain to come and go quickly. Seconds later, the wriggling, searching, slender fingers jerked out, bringing the weapon out with them.
Blood and tears mixed with the never-ending downpour of rainwater, sliding to the ground to further mix with the mud. The rain was coming harder, colder, if either was possible, and the ground had reached its limit of water absorption. Now the water was just starting to rise, as a stream would with the melting of a glacier.
Abruptly and totally unexpectedly, Sasuke shoved an arm under Naruto’s shoulders and another beneath his knees, then straightened his legs to stand with the blonde cradled in his capable arms. The movement sent more pain swirling through him, but it wasn’t as bad as before now that Kyuubi was fully concentrated on the healing of all wounds, over fifty in all.
Anger was racing through the raven’s blood just as swiftly as he was racing through the rain towards his homehis home, not Naruto’s. It enraged him that someone could do such a thing to his blonde, his dobe. Naruto belonged to him, always had since the first time he’d blundered into Sasuke’s cold, unemotional life. How dare they. Naruto never did anything wrong to them. He never did anything to anybody unless it was to Sasuke, Sakura, and Kakashi-sensei during training. He didn’t deserve to be beat down like a mangy dog and slaughtered like a cow. The only comfort he felt at this moment as he streaked through the mud and rain was that he’d arrived before it was too late to turn back.
He’d gotten there just in time before Naruto was too far gone out of his reach.
Sasuke had felt dread when he saw the storm clouds rolling in ten minutes after their training session. He wasprobably the only one who wasaware of Naruto’s aversion to storms. No one else noticed the sorrow and misery that surrounded the blonde like a black, writhing aura, and no one else was aware of how much slower and uncoordinated the blonde became when it began to rain. The harder the rainthe louder the thunder, the brighter the flashes lightningthe more lethargic and unclear Naruto became. He was also easily irritated, though he didn’t seem to have the stamina or strength to snap back and argue and fight with those who antagonized him.
It was time. It was time that the raven-haired Sasuke staked his claim. No one else would dare lay finger on Naruto if they knew of the Uchiha’s claim on the blonde kitsune. They would all know that harming his blonde would warrant instant death.
And the sorrow, melancholy, misery, and outright unhappiness inside those deep blue, entrancing eyes would fade away and sparkle instead with happiness, contentment, and safety with the knowledge that he was wanted and protected.
The two ninjas arrived at the Uchiha mansion, which Sasuke entered, kicked off his shoes, and strode immediately up the stairs to the second story where he carried Naruto to a bathroom. He stripped the unresisting blonde of his soaked clohtes, aware that the storm outside as well as his injuries were preventing him from respond appropriately to being stripped down to his skin. Hiding that he was doing so, Sasuke silently appraised his blonde’s strong, capable body and his size that was surprising since he was so short. That considerably large cock could pleasure him in many ways.
While healing his vessel, Kyuubi was aware of every thought the Uchiha was contemplating while they were in contact. He felt a strange sort of pleasure and acceptance, and he examined the reaction to Uchiha’s thoughts while he worked on healing the broken bones in his kit’s arms. He was surprised to find that his spirit, combined with Naruto’s, made a perfect match to Sasuke, declaring them as mates. The animalistic instincts in both demon and vessel were responding to the care and respect the other ninja displayed.
It bothered Kyuubi slightly that it showed that Naruto was uke, but all in all, he was pleased that there was someone else willing to care for his kit other than himself.
Sasuke was astonished to see that Naruto just sat on the sink counter submissively without protesting anything that the raven did. He had a cloth with which he was wiping away the remaining blood and mud the rain hadn’t washed from the blonde’s skin and hair, still in his own soaked clothing. He stared at Naruto, frowning at the downcast gaze and trembling, cold body.
“Dobe, look at me.”
Naruto flinched at the insult, unable hide the pain and aversion this time. Sasuke made a mental note not to address him as such except for maybe in public, but not too often even then.
Blue eyes turned up to meet dark obsidian. Sasuke trailed gentle, questing fingers over the highest whisker on the blonde’s right cheek. The boy’s body quivered at the light touch. Then the raven leaned in and claimed his prize.
Naruto was still and silent, astonished and incredulous at what was happening. He waited for himself to wake up and realize it was all a dream. It didn’t happen. He retreated to Kyuubi, who took pity on him and told him of his newest discovery. It took a moment for it to sink.
By that time, Sasuke, sadness rising, started to pull away, thinking that he was being rejected, when he was suddenly grabbed up into a tight embrace, and the soft, plump lips he’d been coaxing suddenly came alive against his. Naruto clung to him almost desperately, and Sasuke reveled in the silently expressed acceptance he felt conveyed to his soul. He rejoiced in the possibility of the blonde actually accepting his unspoken offer.
Naruto broke away to breathe, then to whisper against his ear, “Love you, love you, love you, love you, love you….”
Those words enflamed the raven, and he tore his clothes from his suddenly flushed body. Just that quick, he was fully aroused and wanting to fuck the hell out of his kitsune. He moaned, grunted, and writhed as said blonde drew him into yet another kiss, rubbing his arousal against the raven’s.
“Sasuke, need you. Need you, need you,” he panted against the pale lips.
Sasuke groaned at such sweet, beautiful words, and he dropped his lips to the blonde’s neck, sucking and biting at a spot that wouldn’t be so easy to hide. He made a large, dark love bite for all to see his mark of possession. This was his blonde, the mark stated, and God forbid anyone hurt lest the wrath of Hell be brought upon them. Not even Satan himself would be able to think up the tortures he had in store for any such violators.
“Saaasssukeee,” Naruto ground out. “fuck me.”
“No.”
“Wh-wha…! B-but!”
“I will never in my whole life ‘fuck’ you,” Sasuke growled. “But I will….make love to you.” He raised his head to stare at his lover’s expression.
It was, at first, that of incredulity and horror, then incredulity and astonishment. That slowly turned to unadulterated joy and hope, a smile gracing his features, a true smile. That was a smile that the raven had never seen before, and a smile that he vowed never to lose.
He dipped down to claim those smiling lips, sliding his tongue inside to acquaint with Naruto’s darling tongue. He moaned at the feel of their tongues writhing, rubbing, and loving while their saliva mixed and combined, a small trickle overflowing out the corner of his mouth. A purr cooed from Naruto’s throat, and he somehow knew that it was also a response from Kyuubi.
He slipped his still rain-slicked fingers inside Naruto’s eager, quivering ass, preparing and stretching the tight, virginal hole. Knowing that it might be taking it a little too far, he rolled his fingers so that they were somewhat in a cylindrical position so he could shove all four fingers inside. Instead of receiving any adverse reactions, Naruto mewled wantonly with budding passion and arched up against the raven, arms clutching at his lover’s shoulders.
“Love you, Sasuke!” he cried. “Need you….so bad. Please!” He writhed and begged, demanding and pleading for Sasuke to free him from the confines. Crimson swirled minimally with the blue pools, reiterating the urgency as Kyuubi’s passion joined his vessel’s.
Sasuke removed his fingers, made sure that his member was slick enough, and thrust carefully inside the blonde kitsune’s ass. Said blonde only moaned and arched, no sign of pain or discomfort anywhere as he circled his lover’s hips with his legs. “Is it okay, Naru-chan?” the raven grunted, holding still with concern.
Naruto gasped at the endearment, and he licked once at Sasuke’s ear. “Please, Sas-kun, move. I need you so bad. Make me feel good. Make me feel alive!”
Those words spurred him into motion, grasping Naruto’s hips as he pounded hard and fast into the blonde nin’s entrance. His passion was a raging inferno inside his blood, making it feel more like lava than blood as it pulsed through his burning veins and screaming arteries. His head pounded with the need to dominate, and he sank his blunt teeth into Naruto’s shoulder, growling as he squirmed beneath the grip. Naruto submitted willingly, stilling and panting to override his overwhelming need to move, to writhe, to reciprocate every little movement, thrust, and touch.
They both came at the same time, Sasuke groaning as he spilled his seed inside that tight tanned ass as Naruto keened and gave one last, involuntary writhe on his body before going limp in the raven’s loving arms.
“Aishiteru, Naru-koi….” Sasuke whispered into his blonde’s silky, damp, tangled hair. “Always and forever. You’re mine. No one else will touch you as I have, no one else will hurt you, and no one will ever take you from me. You are safe with me, and I will do everything to make you happy.”
There was a small, gasping pause before there was a muttered, “Ditto.”
Sasuke chuckled, then slipped out reluctantly from his blonde. He wiped them clean with a towel before scooping the blonde up and carrying him to his bedroom down the hall.
They made love there four more times before they fell into a restful, peaceful sleep.

~*~Five Weeks Later~*~

“Ha ha ha, we’ve got you cornered now, demon!” an adult male cackled evilly.
It was true. He was backed into an alley with nowhere to go but up, but the sprain in his ankle prevented him from doing just that. Naruto panted from his previous running. He performed a hand sign before slamming his palm flat on the wall behind him, sending out a burst of chakra. It was a beacon, an SOS that Sasuke had taught him to use in the event that he needed help.
Naruto dodged a kunai, only to nearly run into a katana. Where were these villagers all the damn weapons?!
A fist came flying for his head, but Sasuke was suddenly there, catching hold of the fist and throwing the perpetrator ten feet away. Sakura dropped from above and tossed kunai at the enemy. The eight villagers retreated in the face of the Uchiha’s wrath and the Haruno’s weapons, but Sasuke gripped one man by the collar.
“I’m getting rather weary of having to save koibito from you villagers,” he snarled in the terrified man’s face, his voice cold and unforgiving. “So here’s a message for you and all the villagers. If so much a one scratch or bruise is on Naruto Uzumaki, then he, Sakura, Kiba, Neji, Hinata, and I will abandon this village, and you will be more vulnerable than ever. Am I understood?”
The man nodded desperately, stuttering out assurance, and Sasuke released him. He scrambled away, and Sakura chased after him to make sure that he did not come back with reinforcements.
Sasuke turned to Naruto and embraced his blonde, inhaling his sweet scent. “The beacon was a better success than I thought,” he muttered happily.
“Yup,” Naruto grinned mischievously. Then he sobered. “Were you serious? About leaving the village?”
“Deadly.”
“Where would we go?”
“Suna. I’m sure Gaara would accept us all in his village and service.”
Naruto blinked up, then smiled. “Aishiteru, Sas-kun.”
“I love you, too, Naru-koi.” He dipped his head to kiss those plump lips, already planning a way to make love to him once at home.

Dagger: Okay, so what did you think?
Knives: It was horrible. I hated it.
Dagger: *glares threateningly*I was not speaking to you, teme.
Knives: That appellation belongs to Sasuke-kun.
Danny-boy: Review please, before they kill each other.