A Place Called Home | By : Lechan Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 967 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Disclaimer: (Please look to the top of the page, in light green is states that "I do not own Naruto nor the charaters in it, I just pervert them." Thank you.)I tried to steal Sasuke but Karin thought I
wanted him for myself and wouldn’t listen when I said I was selling him to
Naruto for a video of their consumatory sex, so she attacked me, and then
Sasuke chidoried my ass before offering to let me watch if I brought him a
hog-tied Naruto… So now I have to kidnap a dobe… I’ll tell you how that goes.
He never could have explained it.
No one would have listened anyway, not to him, the lowly younger son of the
family, the average child drowning in his brother’s shadow. They didn’t
understand why he acted out, or frowned in family photographs. Why he began
fighting with his father, failing in school and acting out whenever he could.
They never
noticed when he stated cutting into his pale skin drawing crimson lines into
porcelain marring the perfection the others craved and saw, so why would they
notice this, why would they try to understand him.
The being
chuckled darkly from the shadows of the room, and the sound made him tremble,
hands fisting by his sides as he looked through the gloom and the faded outline
in the darkness. The sound was filled with raw power, hate, joy, lust, and all
other things his religious mother would frown upon, and he couldn’t decide if
it frightened him or thrilled him to hear it.
A sharp
fissure of sound broke the darkness and firelight appeared, cupped in a tanned
hand. It flickered daringly illuminating the dangerous blue eyes narrowed in
predatory command, white teeth glinting beneath the smirk. Six lines curved
over dark cheeks like whiskers, or perhaps tally marks of the sins he bared and
carried.
The light
caught in narrowed eyes, like a dying ember and he trembled, swallowing hard as
the being purred lowly, his voice dark, sensual, and promising. “What’s wrong,
Sasuke?”
The way he
said his name made it sound like a sin, and his lower belly clenched as his
spine tingled in the funny way that made him aware that he was becoming
aroused, but that was nothing new, and the demon in room knew it.
Another
chuckle escaped, and blue eyes scanned his frozen body, flicking slowly over
his frame, pealing the dark jeans and black shirt from his body, removing the
long sleeved turtle neck that hid his marks both self inflicted and happily
earned. Thos eyes knew him and seemed t take their own pleasured time in
devouring him, it left him feeling weak and dizzy, and then blue eyes were
locked on his own once more.
“You have
nothing to say…master?” The honorific was more a mocking jibe at his
patheticness, and Sasuke couldn’t contend it even if he wanted to. He may have
summoned the golden demon of fire and wind, but he in no way controlled him.
The sneer turned cunning and the free hand—wrapped in loose hanging strips of
gauze—beckoned him with a single curled finger, and Sasuke jerked back, eyes
widening as his heart slammed into his chest.
The blond
demon laughed, head lowering in his mirth and Sasuke frowned, fists tightening
in annoyance as he glared at his demon, but stayed utterly silent.
“Don’t even
bother pretending, I can smell it on you.” Blue eyes mocked him, and scalded
him with the promise of stinging flesh and exhausted relief. His belly
tightened in expectation. “… Frustration… betrayal… sadness… desire.” The last
was purred and blue eyes closed as he breathed in as though savoring the scent.
Sasuke trembled again, his body desperately yearning for the sins of the flesh
that the demon offered for such a small price.
The blood
he let slip from his wrists to fall carelessly down a porcelain sink had much
more use for a demon, and the relief lasted so much longer than the mere escape
a blade could offer.
A step
forward.
The demon
purred, head angling back and exposing a tanned column of skin that vanished
under a black shirt. The azure crystal hanging from his neck seemed frail and
misplaced in the darkness, but Sasuke never lingered for long on the item. His
demon never liked to be ignored.
Sasuke
trembled as his other foot was brought up along side his first and he stood
staring out at the creature he’d called forth in his anger while at a party
with his friend Gaara. The Quiji board was supposed to be just for fun, but the
more Sasuke talked to the visiting demon they had summoned, the more he began
to wish the demon where his. To extract revenge, to be seen, to maybe find
peace in the useless, struggling, chaos that was his existence.
He wondered
now, in the dusty gloom of the attic, if his mother’s words were not correct.
“What do
you wait for, Sasuke?” Blue eyes looked up through golden bangs, shaggy and
unkept over his brow. “… you know I can give you what you want…” His voice was
like a thick poison, oozing through his veins and seeping through his limbs,
fluid, like his movements that suddenly brought him to his feet.
His gait
was graceful, almost delicate; precise, and as he moved closer Sasuke found he
could not look away from the steady sway of the predatory figure.
A hand
reached out, fingertips sliding against his cheek and drawing a soundless gasp
from his lips, as the hand made its way beyond him. “…freedom…” The whisper of
sound ran down his spine like a caress, making his muscles tighten, and his
lips to stay parted as he his breath deepened, a flush staining his cheeks.
“…strength…”
Fingers curled into the soft hair at the nape of his neck, skin lightly tracing
the back of his neck and Sasuke trembled, his groin tightening with heat and he
breathlessly moaned at the light touch that completely undid him.
“… power…”
The word sounded bitter even as it was whispered into his ear, lips brushing
the downy flesh, hot air making it sting. The other palm pressed flat over his
chest and the fire seemed to enter him as the room went dark. The palm was hot
and tempting as it rubbed there enticingly, the other close enough for his
spicy smell of burning cedar and pine, to overwhelm him.
“…
revenge…” A leg pushed between his own, forcing his to part and rubbing against
the bulge in his jeans.
“Ah!”
Sasuke cried out, arms lifting to embrace his demon, mind firing with the
sensations the other elicited so easily within his body, and both felt and
heard the next purred out growl of contentment.
“That’s it
Sasuke…” The demon pressed closer when Sasuke’s hips rolled against him,
grinding his erection into the hot body that trapped him, and the dark haired
boy wished that the blond would just lick, bite, suckle, whatever his ear, or
neck if only to stop the torturous burn his breath caused with each word. “… I
can give you those things this time…” The words were a curse, how he knew, he
wasn’t certain, but they were, and he didn’t try to escape them as the demon
pulled them down to the floor, his motions slick and practiced as he slipped
under clothes and burned flesh, removing the barriers with a grace no human
could possess.
Sasuke
could do little but lay back, eyes half-lidded as he gasped in air his fuzzy
mind seemed to lack, enjoying the calloused hands that skimmed up his body,
tracing his chest, circling nipples that hardened instantly, and dipped into
his clavicle, sternum and belly button before brushing against unbuttoned
jeans.
“… you
don’t need anyone else…” Sinful promise in his ear, moist breath on his cheek
as the other pulled slowly up, cheek grazing cheek to stare into his eyes, and
only eyes, as lips met with each blistering word, a graze that wasn’t nearly
enough. “… you don’t need to leave… don’t have to find a serpent to fine Eden…
just me.”
Those eyes
were enough to kill him, and Sasuke willingly let it burn him alive, his arms
resting on the ground by his head, submissive and compliant in the hands of his
tormentor. All he had to do was tilt his head, and those lips would be on his,
and he’d find that blissful release he desired, but something in that stare
made him pause.
His demon’s
words ran much deeper than his understanding of the Bible and his sins,
cravings, and dreams. The blue eyed boy both condemned and forgave him with
those eyes each time he held him in a passionate embrace his mother would
scream at, his father would frown upon, and his brother would most likely vomit
from, but they held no answers.
“… just cry
for me…” The incantation began and skilled fingers pushed under the edge of his
boxers and slid lower to hold him in a hot palm. Sasuke arched up and did as
his demon requested, trembling at the gentle hold and brushing fingers as the
other ran his thumb over the skin at the base.
“… writhe
for me…” A pump of that hand, and gliding friction made Sasuke squirm, his legs
falling slack to either side, urging the demon on as he looked up through
silted eyes, barely able to see the desperation in blue eyes as moonlight
seeped in from the back window. Sasuke’s hips rolled in time with the lazy pace
the demon set, fucking himself in the other’s hand, and panting breathlessly
each time a fingertip grazed his tip.
“… move for
me…” The hand tightened, and the other smoothed down his neck to cup his chin,
thumb pushing his mouth open making the sounds he made much more audible.
Sasuke clenched his eyes shut, fingers curling into his palm a he flexed his
hips and obeyed every command the golden sinner asked of him.
Lips
touched his own, not yet a kiss, and Sasuke whimpered as the breath of the next
words filled his mouth achingly empty and craving.
“… beg for
me…”
The sound
Sasuke made would have driven him to suicide if he hadn’t been so lost in
pleasure. Lifting himself he tried to bring that mouth to his own for a
lingering contact but was yet again denied, the demon taking that moment to
slip both legs between his own pushing Sasuke’s legs up further, until his
behind rested against the demon’s desire.
Shivering,
Sasuke whimpered, hands now tangled in the shirtfront, fingers trapped in the
chain of the necklace, and received a hard grind as the hand slipped down his
erection.
“… hold
me…” He wasted no time in locking his legs around the tanned thrusting hips
that ground against his ass in time with the pumping hand, and he whimpered
once more rolling, arching and tensing in the other male’s arms, burned alive
by his touch.
A grunt
broke the next few words and a hot tongue traced the lines of his neck forcing
a needy cry from Sasuke’s dry mouth, still held open by a thumb pressed to his
lower lip and teeth. “… need me…”
Sasuke’s
neck tingled and his stomach quivered at the dual sensations of another’s
desire against and slightly between his butt cheeks, another’s strong grip on
his need, and a tongue on his skin, and he began to pant, his sweat making his
bangs cling to his throat and face, the other nuzzling him tenderly, teeth
nipping his skin, canines sharp and deadly. Sasuke arched with a cry, desperate
for the feel, head angling back in offering.
“…please…”
His voice sounded so desperate, so tainted it made him shiver and with a whisper
to his skin he was given what he needed.
“… love
me…” Teeth pieced the skin, slipping deeper than any blade, and Sasuke moaned
wantonly like a whore, pushing himself closer, tightening his legs and driving
the other against him.
He could
feel his blood slipping over his shoulder and neck, thick and blissful even as
a hungry mouth swallowed the mouthful and suckled at his skin after the teeth
had drawn out of him so sensually. It left his head swimming, and heart
fluttering in a euphoric aftershock, so close to orgasmic pleasure it was
stunning and he quivered, dying for more.
Licking at
the wound the words began again as the nips lifted up and over his chin, words
breathed into him as the hand continued to pump, hips to thrust. “… call my
name…”
Sasuke
whimpered, lost, knowing the demon had never told him his name, and yet knowing
he called it out each time they came together, and he desperately wished he
could recall it when the night was through and he was laying blissfully numb in
the demon’s wicked embrace, laden with his sins and knowing he’d take on more.
He was so
close, his stomach was tightening, and his legs quaked, slipping from those
steadily rocking hips as the pressure against his back end and upon his
erection built up the tension straining to break the coil of fire gripping his
loins.
“… hah… ah…
uhng…” Sasuke mewled weakly, fingers trying to pull him closer to the heat and
pleasure and he opened his eyes to stare into deep blue, so close to his own he
was once more breathing in his words.
“… come for
me…”
And the
heat burst out, and Sasuke threw his head back on a scream, his legs trembling
and locking hips against the being as he ground against the erection at his
ass, the hand gripping him tightly as his balls tightened and his seed spilled
thick and hot over tanned fingers.
“Naruto!”
His garbled voice was lost in the haze of white as finally those lips crashed
to his, and hands pulled free from pants and guard to tangle in his hair,
smearing white through his dark, damp, locks.
The lips
were soft, hard and needy as that tongue slipped into his mouth, running over
the roof of his mouth, over teeth and along his cheek, before brushing tenderly
against his own.
Falling lax
from his high, Sasuke lazily returned the kiss, allowing the demon to make love
to his mouth. The muscles embracing and parting as he was filled completely,
and something inside him finally calmed and stopped hurting.
Home. He
was home.
Lips parted
wetly, and hot breath ghosted over his skin as the last of his demands where
whispered between them, binding them in their contract. “… stay with me.”
Sasuke
opened his eyes and looked up at the demon that crouched before him, finding
those eyes no longer fierce and powerful, but desperate and painfully lonely, and
found himself reaching out to comfort the beast.
His family
didn’t understand this kind of pain, but he did. They understood each other.
His hands
where stopped and he looked down to find the chain binding his fingers, blue
stone shining ominously in the night. So familiar, so sad, so close, so far.
“Do these
things, Sasuke Uchiha, and I will make your dreams come true.”
Sasuke
looked up into those blue eyes and watched as they flickered red momentarily
before that dangerous glint returned, and the hardened determination made him
look like the vial beast his mother feared and cursed. “… and afterwards… I will
bring you home.”
Sasuke
smirked, and closed his eyes.
Home.
That
sounded nice.
A.N. I honestly have no clue where the fuck this came
from. I blame it on Nyquil, and this uber hot fan art of Naruto looking evil.
Any one want a copy I’ll e-mail to them. Please let me know what you think. I
was trying to be vague with the whole concept and I guess you could say I went
too far. Oh well.
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