Chapter 9
Sasuke was beginning to rethink his decision as Naruto leaned down to brace himself with his hands on either side of the dark haired head. He couldn't help but let his eyes wander down the length of the tanned body hovering over his paler one. Dark eyes flickered in irritation as they riveted on Naruto's pelvis. "Those are my boxers!"
Naruto glanced down at the navy boxers with the Uchiha family crest embroidered on the hem of the right leg. "Yeah, well they're more comfortable to sleep in than my briefs."
"I never said you could borrow them," Sasuke half growled.
Naruto gave a sudden cheeky grin. "Why are you worried? I'm going to be getting into your pants any way."
Sasuke's eyes widened slightly at the innuendo.
"Oh my god, you're blushing!"
"I am not!"
"It's so cute!" Naruto couldn't help but tease the usually aloof Uchiha. He quickly changed his tune as the older boy began trying to push him off. "You're right! I'm sorry! It was just the... the lighting, yeah."
Sasuke narrowed his eyes as he gazed up at his companion. Naruto was fighting to keep the solemn expression on his face, not realizing he killed it with the laughing twinkle in his deep blue eyes. "Hn. Whatever. Let's get this over with."
"Well, there goes my ego," Naruto muttered. He seemed to perk back up quickly however. "Ok, first we have to establish ground rules."
"Ground rules?" Sasuke questioned dubiously.
"Yeah, to see what I can get away with... er, I mean to see what we are both comfortable with." He cleared his throat in slight embarrassment.
"Kami-sama, Kakashi really has corrupted you."
"Nah. Not him. I spent two and a half years traveling with ero-sennin," Naruto corrected him casually.
Sasuke wondered if now would be a good time to start looking for a spare room for the night. He swallowed past his suddenly dry throat and prodded, "Ground rules."
"Ah yes, ground rules."
Sasuke lifted an eyebrow as a light blush spread across the tanned cheeks. It was at odds with the slightly leering smile on those pink lips. Talk about mixed signals. Perhaps the dobe was embarrassed about being a letch?
Naruto sat back, trying not to rest too much weight on his friend's pale thighs. "So, are touches okay?"
"It's going to be kind of hard to do anything without touching," he answered derisively.
Naruto held back any retort to that observation. Perhaps Sasuke didn't realize the power of just touching someone. To Naruto, who had never had someone to show him much affection aside from the occasional hug from Iruka or pat on the head from a sensei, touches were very powerful. They could convey trust and affection, pain or pleasure, or even approval or disapproval. There were a myriad of emotions one could communicate through a simple brush of skin on skin. There were many things that Naruto wished to express to Sasuke and he greatly feared his own seeming ineptitude.
Naruto leaned forward slightly and ghosted his fingers along the muscled expanse of alabaster skin before him. He had learned in his experimentation that sex was just the opposite of his training regime as set forth by ero-sennin. Throughout the last few years, his sensei had always started him out on something big and worked their way backwards. It seemed to work with his unusually high level of power and low ability at control. He found when it came to pleasuring someone, however, starting out big was usually uncomfortable, not to mention sometimes downright painful. He had learned the hard way to start slow and work his way up.
Sasuke felt the lightly trembling touch brush across his skin, causing goose bumps to form. Though the ticklish sensation was pleasant enough, it was too soft to be really arousing. That didn't seem to stop his body from quivering in response however and, had he not been an Uchiha, he might have said that it was partly due to nerves. It had been a very long time since someone had been allowed past his barriers long enough to lay hands upon him in something other than combat and his body seemed to crave the sensation.
The hands stopped at the waistband of his boxers and the touch became more firm as it pushed back up his frame. Those callused palms stroked trembling stomach muscles, clung to ribs and massaged tensed pectorals. His body arched upwards automatically, trying to maintain the erotic contact. A soft sound made itself heard from his throat as a warmth began to spread in the wake of the caress.
Those wonderful hands slid around to his sides and drug themselves back down over his swiftly heating skin. Again he couldn't help but writhe like a cat having its fur stroked. A hand moved around to the exposed curve of his back and kneaded the muscles with strong, sure pressure, causing his breath to sigh out shakily through parted lips. The hand pushed down further until a taut buttock filled the palm and gave a solid but gentle squeeze. His mind wanted to balk at the audacity of the fondling but a soft moan made itself heard instead.
"So, touching is okay?" a husky voice breathed against Sasuke's ear.
Sasuke snapped his eyes open, unsure just when he had closed them. He felt the heat radiating off the body hovering over him, whispering in his ear. He had to work some spit into his mouth before he could answer. "Touching is okay." He tried to assure himself that his voice was its usual deep, colorless tone and not a breathless, uncertain one.
"What about nibbling?" the voice panted softly into his increasingly sensitive ear.
"Nibbling?" he queried softly as his brain slowly lost function.
Sharp teeth gently nipped his earlobe then repeated the action along his jaw line and down onto his neck. Stifling a moan, he bared his throat without thought, wanting more of that incredible sensation. A low rumble vibrated through Naruto's chest, manifesting itself in a soft chuckle which seemed to shoot straight down to his tightening groin.
"And licking," the blonde said teasingly. "Can't forget licking." A tongue swiping across his heated skin was added to those tormenting teeth.
Sasuke couldn't repress the moan this time as his hips instinctually thrust upwards toward the heat above him. Unfortunately, Naruto's hips were just out of reach and his own body was held in place by his friend's thighs. He knew intuitively that if he could just rub against him, it would relieve the pressure building up inside.
That wicked mouth, usually so loud and obnoxious, licked and nipped its way over his collar bone and then down his chest. His breath left his body in a hiss of pleasure as a tongue swathed a wet trail over his hardening nipple and teeth tugged and pulled on it. A soft whimper escaped his throat as the process was repeated on the other side of his chest before the mouth continued southward. The slow build up of desire was gaining its own head as it started surging through his limbs, leaving him weak yet excited with sensual energy.
Teeth bit down along the edge of his lower ribs, causing his hands spasmodically clench in the sheets to keep them still. The almost pain of the action flared along his nerves endings and he found that he enjoyed it immensely. His hips jutted upwards to no avail as hands now held him in place, increasing both his need and frustration. He wanted to touch the other boy almost desperately, but held back as he was unsure of what he should be doing.
"So." A tongue swiped across his stomach. "What about nibbles and licks?"
Sasuke blinked at the sudden halt to the intense sensations being played out over his body. He glanced down at the mop of blonde hair framing an inquiring expression with more than a hint of playfulness gracing it. He then realized belatedly that the dobe had said something and tried to remember the last few seconds through the haze of pleasure. He blinked back to reality and nodded in irritation, trying to hide his underlying eagerness. "Yes, yes... both okay." He then gave an impatient little arch of his body to indicate his readiness to continue.
"Hmmm, how about..."
"It's okay! Everything is okay, Naruto. Now shut the fuck up and keep going!" Dammit, why did the idiot have to talk so much? There were other things to occupy his mouth with!
"Oh, so I can flip you over and shove my cock up your ass then?"
"What?!"
Chicken butt hair style aside, Naruto didn't think an Uchiha could squawk in indignation. Wasn't it against their clan bylaws or something? "Ready for the next ground rule?" he asked with a grin. He had to admit teasing Sasuke was causing all of his earlier nervousness to slowly vanish. Being able to pull noises and reactions from his friend was an entertainment and pleasure that was worthy of a full time hobby. One that he personally wanted to practice often.
"Fine," Sasuke muttered, slightly irritated by the game the dobe was insisting on playing. It seemed totally designed to point out Naruto's knowledge in an area in which he himself was ignorant. He didn't like the feeling one bit. He wasn't used to being second best in anything and resolved to eliminate his disadvantage in the near future.
"Hmm," Naruto said contemplatively while nibbling around the pale skinned navel while Sasuke's stomach muscles fought not to twitch and clench at the sensation. "What about...sucking?"
Sasuke froze. "S-Sucking?" he asked faintly. He knew it was an undisputable fact that his brain had just melted. Yes, there was a pile of goo between his ears that would, momentarily, start leaking out said auditory appendages. His hand shot out to grab a fistful of blonde silken hair and started tugging in the direction he wanted the head beneath to go. "Sucking, yes," he was suddenly panting, his previous desire crashing back full force, mind filled with images that the word had conjured. "Sucking is good."
Naruto chuckled even through the wince as the raven-haired shinobi pulled harder on his hair, trying to get him to demonstrate that word as well.
Sasuke thought he would die if he didn't get Naruto's lips around his aching cock soon. He had been aroused already with the touches, nibbles and licks. But with the addition of that word, he had swelled, literally, to new heights of lust and passion. He tugged even harder when the blonde head refused to move to where he wanted it.
"One last rule, Sasuke," Naruto promised huskily. The look in Sasuke's eyes was quickly destroying any fortitude he had against throwing caution completely to the wind and taking the beautiful young man below him in every way that he wanted.
Sasuke knew that he hadn't really just whined in protest. Really.
Naruto stretched back over him, lips nearing his face once more. He then dropped the bomb that he had saved for last and hoped that he didn't ruin his chances to have something precious with the one for whom he cared deeply. "Kissing," he murmured, dropping one along the angular jaw.
Sasuke tensed in sudden apprehension. People kissed because of emotions. Kissing meant the presence of a bond between two people. Kissing was dangerous and unwanted.
At that moment, Naruto lowered his pelvis onto Sasuke's, rubbing his hardened length along the other's through their boxers. Sasuke gasped as sensations flooded his body, heat coursing like lava through his veins.
"Please, Sasuke," that husky voice entreated. "I like kissing when I grind." A thrust of evil, cheating hips shot that electricity through his system once more, short circuiting thought processes.
Surely kissing can't be too bad. Another roll of the hips above him brought out another embarrassing sound as he thrust up to meet them. Grinding was really good. And Naruto liked kissing while grinding. His hormone-clogged, genius mind tried to wrap itself around the situation as their hips thrust and rolled again. The goo was back with a vengeance.
Grinding was good. Kissing happened while grinding. Therefore kissing must be good, too. Satisfied with his half-baked attempt at logic, Sasuke used the handfuls of hair to drag Naruto's lips to his own.
Naruto let out a startled sound as soft lips roughly attached themselves to his face. There was no refinement, no teasing, and no exploring involved. Simply put, Sasuke was trying to eat his face. Even as his lips were ravaged harshly enough to bleed, a part of him responded to the lust and desire that provoked the action. Trying to preserve the skin on his face as well as trying to get as close to the body beneath him as possible, he shoved his tongue down the other boy's throat.
Sasuke moaned around the appendage, the sound sending fire scorching through Naruto's body. He started rocking their hips harder and faster together, the slight discomfort of cloth rubbing against the sensitive, dry skin of their erections outweighed by the intense pleasure the action brought. The hands in his hair moved down to clutch his shoulders to ground the pale skinned body better for return thrusts.
After but a brief moment, Sasuke made a slightly frustrated sound. He had to get closer. Naruto straddled on top of him, pinning him down, was preventing him from moving the way he wanted. It prevented him from getting closer to that delicious heat that was slowly boiling away the blood in his veins. Not bothering to stop the rubbing and grinding motions, he moved his leg outward. Naruto's legs split farther apart, upsetting his precarious balance. He fell rather gracelessly onto Sasuke's chest as the young man below him finally got his legs out from under the muscled thighs of the blonde. Understanding, Naruto settled himself in the cradle between the pale, spread legs and put the greater range of motion to good use.
The rabid kissing resumed as their movements became more frenzied as need wound tighter in their bodies. Telling himself that he would teach the supposed genius how to kiss later, Naruto pulled his mouth away and began nipping and kissing along the other's throat.
Feeling his body on the edge of a great precipice, Sasuke couldn't help but wrap his legs around those sliding and flexing tanned hips. He then realized with a kind of dazed shock that just a few inches lower and a couple of boxers less and they would be..."N-Naruto," he moaned softly. It was partly a question, partly a demand.
With hot panting breaths the blonde whispered, "We're almost there, baby. Almost there."
'Did he just fucking call me-oh god, yes!' He had just sunk his teeth into the juncture of Naruto's neck and shoulder in retaliation for the abysmal pet name when he felt the body that he was clinging to immediately go rigid. Fingers speared into the thick black locks at the nape of the Sasuke's neck. With a tight grip, Naruto yanked the dark head away from his shoulder and pinned him to the bed.
The action caused Sasuke's whole body to tighten and tense up. Hot fire constricted at his core before releasing in an inferno that burned him from the inside out. Pleasure seemed to almost wrack his body, bordering on pain in its intensity.
Naruto watched as ebony eyes blazed Sharingan red, black tomoe's spinning in a dizzying whirl. He felt his own body clench as Sasuke let out a wordless shout, body shuddering in release. Blunt nails scored his shoulders and arms and, unlike his lips being gnawed upon, this type of pain felt good to him in his current state. Without thought, he braced himself with the hand in Sasuke's hair as his other hand dove into the borrowed boxers and freed his terribly rigid manhood. A couple of quick jerks with a tight fist had Naruto letting out his own deep cry of release.
"Fuck!" Cum expelled forcefully from his member, shooting across Sasuke's pale chest in thick jets. Fog enveloped Naruto's mind, rendering him incapable of coherent thought as pleasure continued to sing along his nerves. An eternity later, he slowly untangled his fingers from the blue-black hair and dropped a few chaste kisses across the forehead and cheeks below. He then buried his face against a shoulder to relearn how to breathe.
Although all he wanted to do was collapse and bask, he reached down for the towel he had dropped earlier from his shower on the floor next to the bed. He wiped his hand off and then carefully cleaned off his bedmate's chest and abdomen of his seed. He had to admit to himself, quietly since he treasured his life, that the sight of his pleasure spent across Sasuke's pale beauty pleased him greatly.
Afterwards, he allowed himself to roll over onto his side, relaxing in post-coital bliss. The bastard could clean up his own mess for trying to eat his face as far as Naruto was concerned at the moment.
After a moment of silence, Naruto couldn't contain his curiosity any longer and glanced over at his unmoving companion. Sasuke's eyes were half-lidded and still hazy with pleasure. 'Damn, I am good,' Naruto smirked to himself. Suddenly feeling more magnanimous, he sat up and reached over to pull off the genius' soiled boxers. Those dark eyes moved almost sluggishly to his. After a moment apparently to process what was happening, he lifted his hips to allow the blonde to strip them off and use them as an impromptu washcloth.
Naruto couldn't help but allow his eyes to wander over the most private part of Sasuke's body as he cleaned him. 'Soon,' he promised himself as he felt the desire well up briefly. Once finished with his work, Naruto tossed the boxers somewhere into the room and settled back onto the bed.
Sasuke slowly moved his arms until they were crossed behind his head, cradling his skull. He gave a deep relaxed sigh and closed his eyes. Naruto lost the fight against his grin as the thought of comparing the raven-haired young man to a well-stroked kitten again flitted through his mind.
After a few more minutes of silence, Naruto had to quell the urge to fidget. Unlike his friend, he hadn't had anything to entertain himself with for several hours that day and still had energy to burn. Finally, he reached out and began trailing his fingers over the beautiful body spread out before him. After all, they had established quite satisfactorily that touching was okay.
As his fingers traced the outlines of ribs and grazed over the bold ridges of muscle, he noted that Sasuke hadn't yet ripped his arm off and beaten him with it. Apparently he approved of the after sex play.
Naruto found it amusing that he didn't look to whether the boy was moaning or not (not that the other hadn't moaned wonderfully during the sex) to see whether he wanted to be touched further. No, he realized that Sasuke, always marching to the Uchiha family drum, displayed his displeasure in more violent ways. Naruto had to admit that it did prove that a person wanted to touch you badly enough to risk having their limbs ripped off and used as bludgeoning weapons . It really showed where a person's priorities were. Furthermore, since he was obviously touching a member of the family that had a bad track record for producing stable, sane individuals, what did that say about Naruto himself?
"Stop thinking so hard, dobe. It's obviously not your forte," the deep voice murmured drowsily.
"Pfft."
"And so witty, too." He leaned his lithe form up long enough to drag the blankets up to their waists before reclining once again. "Did your so called 'ero-sennin' teach you all of that?" he asked casually, not looking directly at the blonde.
Naruto blinked once or twice until what Sasuke was referring to occurred to him. "Ewwww! Don't be gross, bastard!" Naruto shuddered at the mental pictures he was trying to block from his mind. "Although given half the chance the pervert would've tried something with my female form with enough sake in him."
"So if he didn't teach you, who did?" Sasuke wasn't really sure why he was pressing the issue. It wasn't as if he gave a damn how many people Naruto had slept with. How many people had touched that taut, tanned body that had been hidden under that hideous jogging suit. How many people that he might later have to hunt down and kill.
"Icha, Icha," Naruto replied with an embarrassed grin.
"Come again?"
"No. Come, Come."
Sasuke rolled his eyes at the lame joke.
"It was almost like reading a 'How-to' manual. All I had to do was follow the directions and practice. Just like learning a new jutsu!" he grinned.
"Practice? With whom?" There was a flat look in Sasuke's eyes as he asked the question in a dark tone of voice.
"Oh, uh...heh." A hand went to scratch at the back of his head and he mumbled something.
"What was that, usuratonkachi?" he prompted acidly.
"I said 'clones', bastard! Clean your ears once in a while!" he practically shouted.
"If you wouldn't talk like you have a mouthful of ramen all the time, someone might understand you." Sasuke clamped his lips shut, telling himself that he was not going to get into a childish argument with the idiot. That was when he realized what Naruto had said. "Clones?" he asked incredulously. He saw the flaming red blush spread across the tanned skin. "You were having sex with clones of yourself?!"
"Not after the first few times. Then I used a henge to make them look like other people," Naruto said defensively.
Sasuke felt his eyes narrowing again. That seemed to happen a lot when he was around this particular idiot. "What other people?" he demanded.
"You know... people," came the evasive answer.
"Like?"
"Well, one time I turned one into Sakura." Naruto's face was still beet red.
Sasuke felt a flare of murderous intent at that confession. "And did you like doing it with her?" he growled.
Naruto opened his mouth on what appeared was going to be an angry retort. However, he deflated a second later. "Actually I couldn't keep hard," he confessed dejectedly. "I kept expecting her to beat the hell out of me."
Sasuke let out a snort of relieved amusement. "Who else?" His eyes narrowed further as Naruto hummed and hawed. "Who else, dobe?"
Naruto wouldn't meet his eyes. "Just, oh... people."
"You better tell me you never made one look like me," he threatened. Although he would be kind of disappointed if he hadn't either.
"Well, you see..." he trailed off.
"You fucking pervert!"
Since he was caught anyway, he decided to make the most of it. "You know, bastard, your lips are awfully purty when they're wrapped around my cock."
Sasuke's eyes went wide in disbelief. With an inarticulate cry of self-righteousness, he launched himself at the sniggering idiot.
A passing servant paused in the hallway as the sound of what could only be described as a small scale war emanated from behind a closed door. Normally the servant would have gotten a ninja immediately, but intermittently spersed throughout the battle were cries of "Pervert!" as well as "Deviant!" and "Freak!" And of course there was the howling of laughter interrupted by an occasional "Ow!" or "Bastard!"
The servant quickly looked up and down the hallway and, upon seeing no one, quietly walked away, pretending ignorance.
Naruto rubbed his shoulder to ease the ache, even as a soft chuckle escaped his lips.
"Be quiet, baka!" came the curt command from the bed.
Another snicker slipped out as he made himself comfortable on the rug on the floor with his pillow and sheet. "Good night, Sasuke-teme!" he called toward the bed.
He saw a pale middle finger raise, pointing in his direction.
Chapter 10
Sasuke stirred in his sleep, a prickling sensation along the back of his neck alerting him to eyes upon him. He surfaced quickly, wanting to put an end to the uncomfortable but not uncommon situation. He was sure that Orochimaru was in his room once again, drooling over his soon to be vessel. The Sannin had a bad habit of watching him at odd times. So, he tried to use it to his advantage to further his training. If the snake wanted to watch his future body in action, then Sasuke would show it off for him. He had found that the lessons increased in usefulness and number once he started participating in the sick bastard's voyeuristic tendencies.
His lids flickered then lifted, exposing the room to his gaze. Instead of the expected yellow eyes and dark hair of his sensei however, he was met with yellow hair and gorgeous blue eyes staring at him warmly. He blinked, a little disoriented for a moment, then remembered.
He felt his cheeks heat up under that appreciative perusal. Flashes of the night before played through his mind and he almost regretted not waking up with the blonde idiot next to him. Almost, except for that humiliating confession of what the dobe did with his clones while out from under adult supervision.
Almost as if knowing what was going through his mind, a grin appeared on those wonderfully talented lips. "You're still cute when you blush," Naruto said softly from his place on the floor.
"Hn," Sasuke responded, turning his face away.
There was a rustle of cloth, a brief silence and then fingers carded through his hair at the nape of his neck. He couldn't help but shiver at the sensation. The bed dipped slightly as a weight settled on the edge.
Sasuke turned back, ready to snap when his eyes fell on bare skin. A lot of bare skin. 'Damn boxers,' he thought as he shot the offending article of clothing a deadly glare. His cheeks burned again at his thoughts and he forced his eyes up at the grinning fool playing in his hair. He swatted the hand away from his head irritably.
"Last night doesn't give you the right to touch me whenever you want to." He somehow managed to give the impression of looking down his nose at the younger male even though he was the one prone on the bed.
"Well, there goes that theory," Naruto said ruefully.
"Hn."
"And here I thought you getting laid would help loosen you up," he said with a mock sigh. His lips twitched involuntarily.
Sasuke glared in response.
"Then again," he continued brightly, "I really haven't technically laid you yet." He stared down at the pale skinned body before him as if playing out how that scenario would go within his mind.
"In your dreams, dobe," he sneered, trying to fight down yet another blush. How the hell could the moron make him blush with just a glance? Granted, it was a rather lecherous glance.
"All too frequently," Naruto acknowledged with another playful sigh. Seeing that the Uchiha was almost at his capacity for being teased, he abruptly changed the subject. "When's breakfast?"
Sasuke felt himself relax slightly even as he scoffed at the question. "Do you only think with your stomach, dobe?"
A slow smirk spread across Naruto's face and Sasuke abruptly felt himself blushing again. At seeing the pink tinge highlighting the otherwise usually cold features, the blonde smiled broadly. He stood, gave a nice long, sinuous stretch, cracked an eye to make sure he was being watched and then sauntered over to his clothes. He turned his back as he pulled the navy boxers off, still a little unaccountably shy, before pulling on his black briefs. He turned back as Sasuke's eyes lifted up to his face and tossed the boxers to him.
"To wear to the shower," he said in response to the raised eyebrow. "Yours got a little messy last night." He grinned suggestively while at the same time he felt his cheeks redden.
"How can you leer and blush at the same time?" Sasuke growled crossly. The boxers disappeared under the blanket as he then wiggled into them.
Naruto pouted at the thought that he didn't get to see the raven-haired male totally nude even as he shrugged lightly. "How can Kakashi still blush after reading porn for the last fifteen years or so?"
Sasuke frowned, or maybe that was his usual expression in the morning. "Don't forget, he giggles, too."
"Yeah, creepy perv," Naruto agreed. "But a nice guy all the same."
Sasuke watched as Naruto smiled to himself, a look of self-confidence and pride made his features all but glow. But then the smile slowly faded and sadness suddenly filled his eyes.
"Naruto," he called quietly. The blonde looked up, a quick smile plastering across his face almost like a reflex action. "What happened in Konoha?" Right before his eyes, he saw that smile start to crumble and break. His eyes widened slightly as something tightened painfully in his chest in response.
There was a pause as Naruto took a deep breath and the smile returned and steadied. Sasuke's chest loosened but he still felt apprehensive. "Nothing worth worrying about, bastard." When he looked up, Sasuke's expression was totally blank. "I said it is nothing to worry about," he said firmly. "Now, why don't you get a shower so we can get those scrolls and get the hell out of here."
After a long moment, Sasuke let out a "Hn," and got out from under the covers. Grabbing his clothes, he pulled a robe on and headed out the door.
Naruto finished dressing and brushed his hair back, tying it temporarily. He knew that Sasuke's mild obsession regarding neatness would eventually get the best of him and he would fix it correctly. Satisfied, he followed Sasuke's earlier path to the bathrooms.
Sasuke glanced up as a familiar flicker of orange caught his eye. Naruto flashed him that lecherous grin that was starting to appear every time he was in some stage of undress. Currently he was standing in his boxers, waiting for the shower water to warm up. The other young man didn't stop however but continued on to the other part of the restroom. The sound of a stall door closing and locking signaled that he would be occupied for a few minutes.
Sasuke pulled off his boxers, tossed a towel within easy reach and entered the stream of warm, caressing water. Without conscious thought, he left the shower curtain partially open out of habit, then proceeded to bathe. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he expected to feel his sensei's eyes on him, watching him under the water, almost salivating at the thought of the pale skinned body that would be his vessel. So when he did feel eyes on him a few minutes later, he didn't react immediately. It was the sound of the unfamiliar voice that caused his head to whip around.
"You're blocking my view," a dark headed, well built man said from the other side of the basin.
Broad shoulders tensed beneath the mop of bright blonde hair as Naruto stood his ground between Sasuke and the stranger. "You shouldn't stare at something that doesn't belong to you," came the growled reply.
Sasuke felt his eyebrow twitch. Since when had he become a possession? Well, actually that answer was easy, since he had joined Orochimaru.
"And if I want to take it?" the man taunted.
Sasuke shook his head and moved to step out and stop this nonsense. He could handle himself and they were both idiots to think otherwise.
A sudden malevolent presence was the only warning that Sasuke or the other man had. Naruto's fist struck out fast enough that the man had no time to react and there was the resounding crack of knuckles hitting flesh. The man flew backwards and the sound of shattering tile filled the air as his body crashed into the wall behind him. He slid down into a motionless heap, chest barely stirring with his breath.
Sasuke jerked his gaze to meet the red eyes of the younger man standing directly outside of his shower. Those eyes focused on his unwaveringly as a clawed hand casually reached up and slowly pulled the curtain closed. As his view was finally blocked, Sasuke shivered as he remembered the possessive look in the other's eyes. The look both excited and unnerved him simultaneously.
Orochimaru watched through eyes narrowed in speculation. His gaze flickered over to his slumbering cellmate before returning to where the red mist was seeping through the back of the seal on the cage doors.
Moving quietly, the Sannin approached the area. With a last glance at the still sleeping demon, he pulled some of that chakra towards himself and wrapped it around his lifeless arms. Chakra would not flow through the cursed limbs in his bodiless state as he had neither physical form nor spirit in the appendages.
He pulled himself up until he could reach the backside of the sealed area and touched the cold metal bars. He gasped in excitement as he felt himself being pulled along with the chakra, his hand slipping through the gates. The chakra flow suddenly stopped and he felt himself cast back into the cell, but he didn't let that deter him. He only needed patience and wait until his vessel pulled enough of the demonic chakra that he could escape. The leak that allowed the Nine-Tails' power to protect the boy would be his means of freedom.
He jerked away from his escape route as he heard a shuffling behind him. Turning, he felt himself pale even more than his normal white complexion as the demon slowly rose up to its feet.
The creature looked down on him and pulled its lips back, revealing wet fangs in a vicious smile. It deliberately sat back on its haunches and its form shimmered in a red haze. The borrowed chakra slithered over his arms and misted away, floating back to its owner. Orochimaru quickly pulled upon his own reserves and wrapped his arms in the purple darkness. He didn't want any weakness to aid in the Kyuubi's impending assault.
The scintillating of crimson light faded and a creature stood on two legs, head and shoulders above Orochimaru's own full height. His yellow eyes, wide and slightly dilated in apprehension, took in the changes he had seen but once before. And as with that other time, right after he had lost control of his vessel, he wondered if Naruto would look similar if he ever fully merged with the demon.
Thick luxuriant blood red fur covered the body to varying degrees. It was thinner on what would have been the underside had the male been on all fours. Pale skin was barely visible along the inner arms as well as the lower chest, abdomen and inner thighs. However to seemingly make up for it, longer fur dripped off the outer edges of the forearms, the backs of the thighs and made a shaggy mane of hair on the head and neck. All of the longer hair was tipped in black just like the ends of each of the nine red tails twitching almost cat-like behind the body.
Heels lifted off the ground to form a hock. The elongated feet were balanced on the balls, each toe sporting a wickedly sharp black claw. Long, almost elegant fingers were likewise dangerously adorned. Above a snub-nosed muzzle, red eyes gleamed at him salaciously. Black tipped ears rested high on the head and twitched slightly, catching the sound of the ninja's harsh breath. The demon was generously endowed and every bit of it was rigid.
Knowing he had nowhere to go, knowing that there was nowhere to run, Orochimaru still turned and bolted. A deep, amused chuckle echoed in the empty chamber, laughing at his attempts to avoid his fate.
Leg muscles bunched as the creature propelled itself forward. A clawed hand reached out and snagged his ankle, pulling him down like so much prey. Already aware that it was useless, the Sannin started in on the hand seals only to have his chakra brushed away like a minor irritant by a much more powerful force.
"You should know better by now, toy," the deep voice snarled. "You are in here with me now. No seals to contain my power, no restraints placed upon me inside of these walls, no pathetic human to control me. I could destroy you if I so choose. In here, you are mine to play with."
Orochimaru seethed with both anger and fear. He had fought this before and he had lost horribly and painfully. The creature blamed him for its current predicament. It had recognized his chakra once they had met face to face. The whole reason it had agreed to betray the brat was because it had thought he knew of a way to release it. He had played upon that belief to get what he wanted, power. But now here he was and the demon in front of him blamed him for having summoned it in the first place and its subsequent imprisonment. Oh, how it had laughed at him when he was unable to control the power it had poured into him.
Clawed hands gripped his wrists and he tried to tell himself that he had no body. It was literally in his mind. He fought not physically but with the strength of his will. And his will was overpowered with deplorable ease by the centuries old demon.
He felt his spiritual manifestation being flipped over onto his stomach. Clothing that he pictured upon his form vanished with a strong thought and a flare of chakra from his captor. His nude form quite accurately represented his bared and open mind to the Kyuubi.
A hand on the back of his neck held him pinned to the damp stone floor as sturdy knees spread his pale thighs. Claws dug into his hip to hold him in place as something thick and unyielding prodded at his backside.
Pain ripped through him even as his mind screamed out to him that this wasn't real. But it was real enough because Kyuubi willed it so. Hips pistoned against his as pleasure was thrust into his consciousness. It hummed and sang through his brain even as the pain continued to claw at his thoughts. This was how the demon liked it. The duality pounding along his phantasmal nerves, bringing unwanted desire.
Granted he had thought about this kind of pleasure between two males before. The gods knew he had spent enough time watching and drooling over Sasuke-kun's body. He had never touched the boy though. But he was honest enough to admit that his obsession would possibly have led him down that road. Especially after Sasuke-kun had taken to displaying himself under Orochimaru's riveted, possessive gaze. The Sannin surmised perhaps that the boy thought to placate and entice him at the same time. He wanted to keep his sensei's attention yet at the same time he didn't want too much of it.
However, no matter how little or how much he had thought about sex with another male, he had never seen himself on the receiving end.
Pleasure crawled up his figurative spine, alerting him that the demon was getting him ready for the finale, something he both dreaded and welcomed. He knew that it would bring this to an end, knew it would be ecstasy, but also knew it would be agonizing.
"Yes, that's it," the dark demonic voice suddenly groaned. Glancing backwards, Orochimaru saw the gaze had turned inward. A trail of red slid through the cage doors at a bare trickle. The thing that was crouched and mounted behind him gave a lustful growl and then looked down at him with blazing eyes. "The brat's jerking off…feels good…wonder what he would do if he knew why he was feeling so horny…" the voice trailed off on another moan.
Hips started taking him harder, silken fur sliding erotically against his hyper sensitive skin. The pleasure, which had ebbed with the youkai's distraction, returned full force, bringing a gasp from his pale lips.
"Fuck! He's so close!" it panted heavily.
Orochimaru felt his "body" tighten, knew what it premeditated and couldn't help but let out a whimper of trepidation.
"That's it! Take it, bitch!"
His world shattered under the pleasure but the cry he let out quickly turned to a yell as pain arced hot and hard through him. The Kyuubi threw its head back and howled lustfully at his screams, deriving its own twisted pleasure from the human's confused, anguished cries. That was when it felt its host reach his own climax and the added sensations rode through its system, causing it to almost swoon in delight.
The Sannin pulled away and the demon let him. He curled up on the floor, body trembling, trying not to whimper. He would get out of here. He knew a way now. Once he was out, he would take over this body and find a way to make the demon pay. He would enslave it to his will. He would absorb its power and steal its immortality. It would then be the toy and he would be the master.
He glanced up as he felt a stir in the air. The demon leaned over him with a strange look on its furred face. A clawed hand reached out and Orochimaru fought not to flinch. The hand hesitated then slowly touched his hair with apparent gentleness. Those demon red eyes flickered for a moment, their color shifting to blue. His own eyes widened as the fingers pulled through his long, straight black hair.
The demon froze, a look of surprise crossing its face quickly followed by anger. The creature stalked away from him, muttering and growling beneath its breath as it resumed its normal form.
Orochimaru blinked in confusion. Everyone knew that the beast affected the boy, but no one had ever stopped to wonder if the boy ever affected the beast.
Tbc