Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ What He Remembered ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

Title: What He Remembered

 

Author: LQ

 

Rating: NC-17

 

Pairing: Guess

 

Chapter: 1/?

 

Disclaimer: Not mine. Never have been. Never will be. World without end, Amen.

 

Warnings: DARK FIC!! BONDAGE!! NON-CON? YAOI!! LOTS AND LOTS OF YAOI PEOPLE!!!! GUYxGUY!! MALES DOING UNSPEAKABLE THINGS TO OTHER MALES!!

Authors Notes: Blame my muse Einan. *points to 5'2, red haired, blue eyed boy with fairy wings who grins and waves* He made me write this.

 

Dedications: Vampy-sama, that goddess of icon making. Purrfectly796 and Kyuubi-chan who, though I don't know them, have inspired me with their writings. And the ever lovely Pellaz, the Tigron of Naruto fics. Here is your threesome. *pelkis her* Also, I haven't written a fanfic in at least a year and this is my first Naruto one, so if it crappy, I appologize.

 

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Eyes. Two pairs. Both blood red. That's what he remembered most. Those eyes, filling his vision to the point they obliterated all other sights, pulling him under their burning gaze like a whirlpool. He could feel them like a physical touch as they devoured the visual banquet of his nude, bound form. If pressed to remember that incident, that is the first thing he would remember. Those eyes. Burning him with their intensity, drowning him in blood red.

 

Next he would remember lips and a tongue, and the heat they brought to his skin. Not that of a scorching summer day, no, nothing that mild. Nor the heat of a raging wildfire; close, but still far too tame. This was the soul-destroying heat of hell, and it felt wonderful. So soft those lips with their teasing touches across his body, that sinful tongue tasting him, easily finding those spots that sent liquid fire boiling through his veins, making him gasp and moan, panting as beads of sweat slid down his nude form in a futile attempt to keep the heat from consuming him.

 

Teeth. He would remember teeth, hard and white, biting those oh so sensitive spots on his body that drove him wild. Teasing ones at first; hardly bites at all; nibbles really. Then, the heat rose, as his frantic cries rose. Those nibbles became nips. Harder, leaving a small tingle of pain tipped pleasure. His breathing sped up, gasps becoming harsher, becoming moans as the pressure increased. The first scream was torn from his throat when one nip became a bite, choosing his nipple as its victim. After that, those teeth, once gentle, became rough, harsh. Biting and marking, marking and biting his skin. His fevered, burning, golden skin.

 

Hands. Two pairs, rough, calloused from years of handling shuriken, kunai and being exposed to nature's harshness while on missions. Yet still they danced over him with feather light touches, sometimes following the path of teeth and tongue and lips, other times deviating from the set path and making their own way as they explored him thoroughly. No part of him was left unexplored or tasted, the combination of gentle and rough driving a ragged sob from a throat gone raw from the symphony of moans, whimpers, screams and cries he uttered.

 

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Short yes. But I just want to know if I should continue, or just stop. Send flames my way or anything else. Oh yeah…I haven't seen the anime yet *cries* but do Gaaras eyes turn red when Shukkaku takes over?