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The Mate	By : S-Mutt Category: Naruto Crossovers > Het - Male/Female Views: 58223 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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- 1-The Mate
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The duo paced carefully towards the cave, well remembering the last time they had been there. If it wasn’t for information, the most valuable commodity in the ninja nations, they wouldn’t be going there now. Though Gaara had been revived by old woman Chiyo, Naruto didn’t like the smell in the air.
It still smelled like his friend was gone.
Gaara calmly walked beside the bright demon, admiring his prowl. Naruto may have started out the runt of the rookies, but his travels and training under Jiraiya and at Mt. Myobu had turned the Uzumaki into a mountain of muscle and power. Gaara suspected the Kyuubi was closer to the surface than others knew, but he wouldn’t spill his friend’s secrets.
Naruto was the first person to earn his respect, to reach beyond the shell of the Shukaku.
Gaara would never do anything to purposely hurt the Konohagakure Shinobi.
The redhead’s stunted upbringing as the human sacrifice hadn’t left any gross marks on him. He was unaccountably ethereally beautiful granted, but no obvious claws or fangs or feral eyes like Naruto. Instead the redhead had a fey look to him, with his pale skin and big panda eyes. But the demon had left its mark—power stayed with him, his control of sand now absolute and his chakra buzzing with a rough abrasiveness of demon ki. He was deadly, but he did not have the same alpha presence that Naruto did.
“Where shall we start first?” Naruto growled out and snarled in the main chamber, eyeing all the damaged statues from his rage.
Gaara glanced around. “Shinobi have already perused this chamber, but I know there are catacombs here. Perhaps with our chakra we will have better luck finding them.”
Naruto continued to growl under his breath but nodded his head and set off to the edge of the wall by the entrance. They’d be thorough in their search. Nothing took his friends away from him, and Kuruma had been whispering to him. Naruto suspected that Gaara could be so much more. He wasn’t usually attracted to men, so this was confusing, but he didn’t hunger for Gaara like he lusted after the ladies. It would figure itself out in time.
Both the demon marked men ran their hands and chakra over every stone and shadow, making a circuit about two thirds around the ovular room on the way back to the entry cave. Their thorough patience was rewarded, Gaara let out a grunt and stilled, his fingers carefully spreading over a particular rock.
Naruto jumped down beside him, eyeing up the perfectly normal protrusion in the wall.
“It needs chakra, if feels like my sand.”
Naruto blinked and smirked. “Then it needs blood too.”
Gaara blinked and nodded.
The Kyuubi Jinchuuriki didn’t comment if he did, just simply went about tearing into his thumb with his fang and pushing blood and his turbulent chakra out. The stone seemed to tremble, before it turned to dust under the powerful onslaught.
When it crumbled to the floor another archway appeared.
Naruto scoffed out an amused laugh, bowing and waving his friend in. “After you?”
Gaara shook his head and proceeded, taking in the dark damp cramped space they walked down. “This wasn’t...this doesn’t appear to be an Akatsuki tunnel. It’s too small.”
Naruto rumbled out an agreeing hum. “Someone was using it though, there’s torches set up and chakra still lingered on that illusion.”
They found many rooms, a few scrolls and books they’d be perusing in more comfortable settings. Then they found what appeared to be dungeons, and corpses cut open and dissected. Naruto felt bile rise up—this was just like Orochimaru. The air stank of fear and pain, blood coated various surfaces, and Gaara made a noise of disgust when he saw a line of jars filled with reproductive parts.
A laugh escaped Naruto and he winked at his fey friend.
They gathered a few more scrolls from there, not taking any other evidence for obvious reasons, then moved to continue their search. The dungeons appeared to be rather extensive, and they couldn’t miss anything no matter how their guts roiled.
Children, women, men, animals—it appears whoever used this system had wanted to understand the intricacies of the birds and the bees to the point of butchery. Naruto actually did retch, and spit the taste from his mouth, when they found the room with pregnant woman dissected and their fetuses and babies laid out for examination.
They continued still.
After room after disgusting room, they came to the end of the hall. The last door had wind moving from it, and the two narrowed their eyes before cautiously picking the lock and moving the heavy panelled door.
Naruto’s breath left him in a woosh as his heart constricted.
A nude woman was bound displayed in the middle of the room, her legs tied to opposite small tables where she kneeled, her hands stretched and wrapped together above her head. On her forehead a seal roughly translated to keep her sight from her, and to keep her alive.
The blonde growled and stepped in.
She gasped and started crying, trying to move away. Gaara smoothed her hair back and shushed her, but her frantic breathes made her hiccup and cry harder as she struggled the few centimetres her bonds let her.
Naruto trailed his fingers over the seal, examining it with narrowed eyes and looking for any catch or twist that he could begin to release it at.
“Naruto,” Gaara intoned.
Blue eyes blinked and turned down to his friend, and the redhead drew his attention further down. The woman had seals right over her womb as well, and part of it trailed down to wrap around her feminine core. Centered over a particular curl of the seal glinted a metal clamp, keeping her clit pulled from its hood.
A snarl ripped from his throat as he quickly translated the seals, saw the bruising around her vulva and clit, watched the tremors and shivers her body went through.
Too much.
“Get it off as quickly as you can—she’s in enough pain.” Naruto’s voice was a rumbling thundering growl.
The woman gasped in a breath, freezing as more tears poured from her sightless blue eyes.
Naruto turned his gaze to her face and the main seal again, and he had to watch her expression twist in pain as she screamed and wept and her body trembled. But the despicable piece of metal was off. “Work on untying her legs,” he ordered while he swept his fingers over her forehead, looking closer at the seal.
She snarled at him, and he felt a foreign chakra rise. Her seal bloomed with more lines to keep her energy contained and his eyes widened. The full seal covered her entire forehead in blue ink, and in its entirety he could see the release of it!
With quick hands he scratched his own fingers to draw blood, fingers lightening fast as he drew additional seals and then pulled with his chakra.
She arched and sucked in a shaky gasp, Gaara looking up from where he had finished unchaining one leg. Then her power exploded from her with an angry yell; Naruto cursed and ducked down, Gaara following his lead.
The white brightness of it filled the entire room, lighting up shelves of books and tables and a small living area in the corner. Her power shattered glass vials and splintered the wood of the door and shelves and bed.
Naruto flinched down, feeling a shock of her power and expecting similar violence from it. But instead it caressed over him, gentling like lover’s fingers. He groaned and raised his head. Gaara was stunned where he lay on his back, his wide green eyes staring at the ceiling.
White energy slowly trickled back to the woman, and Naruto got to his feet unsteadily. He felt dizzy with her caress, and he grinned at her.
She was blinking wide eyes, drawing in testing breaths. Her eyes, alive with her conscious, looked like gems Kuruma had coveted.
“Is that better?” he asked in his rumbly gentle voice, moving closer. Her eyes snapped to his, a fear awakening in them. “Shhh, little vixen. We’ll finish getting you out of this mess and let you rest. I’m even sure we could detour to a hot spring to help all those cramped up muscles of yours. We know how to treat a vixen properly.”
She swallowed. “Kitsune?”
Naruto blinked and flashed her a happy grin. “Hello miko.”
“Kagome,” she whispered out tentatively.
“I’m Naruto, this is Gaara.” He gestured with his hand at the redhead just now stumbling to his feet.
Then he stepped closer, seeing her flinch and tremble anew. Naruto crooned to her, examining her forehead and the broken seals. It would take a while to fade, but he wanted to make sure nothing remained attached to her chakra—if she went blind again, or her chakra sealed again, she’d lose whatever trust she’d put in them.
And he did not want this vixen reverting back to the pain of her capture here. He did not want this vixen doubting him.
She made a small noise of discomfort before she bit her lip. Naruto blinked down to see Gaara carefully straightening out her leg, massaging her muscles.
Blue eyes widened at the sight, his mind clicking through the facts. A grin spread his lips, hidden from the other two for its lechery. Now he knew why Gaara felt like his—because he was pack. Naruto knew instinctively that this shinobi would not covet his mate. This woman...Kagome’s energy had already claimed him, his energy had in turn responded. And Naruto trusted Gaara, most times he thought the younger was a little bit of a eunuch, so he didn’t snarl and snap at the ginger for touching the woman.
Good. He couldn’t give anything away just yet. First he had to help her recover. Then he’d woo her like the persistent affectionate kitsune he was. For now, recovery was the first order of business, so back to it.
Naruto reached up and worked at the buckles binding her forearms together, feeling the chill to her flesh. She’d long ago lost all blood flow to these limbs, this would hurt. He scowled and threw aside the bindings, reaching up last to unhook her arms from the ceiling.
She bit her lip and drew blood when she yelped in pain, her arms falling around his shoulders and her weight shifting down. Naruto caught her before she could twist and break her still bound leg, and Gaara quickly started working on the chains that held it.
She quivered in his arms, stress and pain making her body a shivering mess.
Naruto, his face thunderous, quickly ran his eyes over the room. Making a clone without seals he had it gather whatever would be of interest. As soon as she was free they were leaving, they had no time for a personal perusal.
Gaara cleared his throat and stood with his face stoic but his eyes hard.
Naruto sharply nodded at him, scooping up Kagome in his arms. She whined and arched, tears leaking out of her eyes. The two friends ran through the tunnels, knowing the shortest way through the catacombs from their earlier exploration.
The sun was bright, and Kagome flinched down into his arms and squeezed her eyes shut.
He locked his jaw and kept his promise, heading for the nearest spring he could smell.
He only toed off his shoes before he entered the water, uncaring for his clothes. He had precious cargo here, and she needed the heat to sooth her. It was probably best she didn’t see him naked at this moment as well—his soul might be claiming hers, but she needed to recover and trust him.
She hissed and peeked open an eye when he sat and lowered her into the water, letting her rest on his lap. Her muscles slowly unlocked, her spine curving so that she rested more naturally against his chest. Gaara slipped into the water as well, only his pants and undershirt on with the kage robes and haori left at the shore.
Her blue eyes narrowed slightly when the redhead picked up one of her feet. But she lost her suspicious look when he only dug his fingers into the sole of her foot and slowly worked life back into her muscles.
She sucked in a sob when he moved to her calves, fingers lightly running over the dark bruising but encouraging the blood to flow back to the limb.
“Where do you hail from?” the redhead asked in his smooth voice.
“Moon.”
His green eyes slowly slid up to her face. “That has been destroyed for centuries.”
She scowled. “Yes. He did it.” She raised her chin slightly.
Naruto petted back her hair, feeling the dust in it. He pouted and ran his fingers through it, liking the length but as a kitsune hating how long it had been uncared for. He started scooping water up the length of it, massaging more into her scalp.
She sighed and leaned her head back slightly.
“Is that why your seal had you in stasis?”
She flinched, “He wanted me constantly in the fertile part of my menses, I suppose that was a side benefit. Bastard lived too long himself.”
Naruto hummed, more a rumble in his chest than a melodic sound. She relaxed further in his arms as Gaara switched legs.
“Why you?” Gaara asked.
Naruto scowled at his friend. Why not her? ? She was gorgeous and powerful, any shinobi would be lucky to have her. And the bastard, who must be Madara considering how long her captor had lived, had kept her to himself without truly understanding how to treat a proper mate.
Well, first they had to be willing.
“My bloodline is...it’s an enhancer. I work best with partners because I make their attacks and senses better. I think he wanted to breed me.”
Gaara blinked and nodded his head.
She flinched and hissed in, jerking her leg.
“Sorry,” the redhead murmured, turning his attention back to what he was doing. She tentatively wiggled her toes against his bicep, for her foot rested in the crook of his arm, and she made a face at the lingering sting of unused muscles.
“It will take a while,” Naruto assured her, “but you’ll get better.”
“It won’t matter, I have nothing to return to when I am better. Madara is dead, my clan is dead, and my home is destroyed.”
Naruto’s eyes softened down at the powerful vixen in his arms, feeling the quiver to her muscles as surely as he thought he felt the shaking of her heart. She wanted to cry. She was rescued but had nothing to go back to—no vengeance or clan or home. She was rescued and safe and yet empty and she didn’t want to cry in front of them.
Naruto sighed and pressed his chin to her head, watching the way Gaara worked to her knees. That was when Kagome started to tense up, Gaara intuitively backed off, instead picking up her hands and gently manipulating her fingers to get the nerves and blood flowing properly.
Blue eyes closed as he contemplated. Naruto was technically on a long term mission, and he would be on leave for a week and a half after. He might as well take his leave in Suna. Gaara would put him and the vixen up surely—and he could gain her trust to get those seals off her abdomen. He hated seeing them, the idea of them.
Kitsune were a race bred for the aesthetic appreciation of beauty. This meant they were very sexually aware creatures, but higher kitsune, like Kurama, also only had the desire for one mate of ultimate beauty and strength. They had found their mate—instinctively understanding it was Kagome—but they needed to get to know her.
And she needed to heal—her seals blocked her aging, blocked her body’s natural processes, held her feminine core captive for Madara to study and abuse over her time as his prisoner. It would be painful to release a seal so long held onto such essential parts of her biological processes...
Kitsune were sensual creatures...that Madara had thought to damage his mate there...Naruto bared his fangs at his own thoughts.
Gaara’s eyes flicked up to his, and Naruto huffed out through his nose.
‘Well...at least she is still alive now to meet us—she would have been dead and we’d never known her if Maddara hadn’t kept her.’
Naruto growled in his head, staring at the glowing eyes of Kyuubi Kurama. Then the blonde blinked and tilted his head. ‘Madara was the one who summoned you, who caused your madness and your sealing.’
‘Yes.’
‘Who’s to say that he didn’t know then? That he didn’t cause your madness by sealing your mate and blocking her from your senses?’
Kurama’s thunderous growl echoed across the water in his mind. Because it was a good theory...kitsune naturally felt a bond to their mate, felt their existence. When Kagome had been sealed so long ago, when she’d been put into stasis, it would have felt like she died to his senses.
It would have made him mad.
Naruto blinked his eyes to focus back in at the hot springs.
Kagome was sniffing in slightly, controlling her breathing obviously as Gaara pressed the pads of his fingers into her forearm. Naruto shifted slightly under her to lean over her shoulder. “When Gaara is done we will take you to Suna—we will let you rest. Then tomorrow I will take a look at your last seal, and we will help you recover.”
Her wide blue eyes looked at him, scared and uncertain before they veiled with shinobi courage. “So be it.”
Gaara’s green eyes blinked at him before he nodded.
The trio made it to the chambers the redhead provided them with encountering no difficulties. But then, they had the Kaze Kage with them—who would stop them?
Naruto gently laid Kagome down on a futon with red pillows and sheets, helping her adjust her weak limbs until she was comfortable. Then he took great care covering her with the silk fabric, making sure she wouldn’t get cold in the dark of Suna night.
Her exhausted blue eyes watched them, but they fluttered closed before they’d even left the room and sealed it.
Centuries of being in stasis—not truly getting rest when it was needed—had taken its toll on her. Naruto glowered as he finished the seal on the room, using his own blood to ensure her safety. Then he turned to Gaara.
The redhead gave him a passive look, waiting.
Naruto tried a smile.
What followed was an intense meeting between the two friends, but Gaara understood. The two blue eyed stranger’s had immunity while they recovered in Sunagakure.
Days later Naruto finally approached Kagome, explaining. He held out the herbs and offered his palms entreatingly.
Kagome swallowed and let him come closer. She stood in one of his shirts , it reaching her thighs. “I know this is uncomfortable for you, but kitsune chakra and these herbs would work the best to heal you.”
“I know,” she strangled out. But then her whole body shook with a shiver.
Naruto made a keening noise.
Her blue eyes snapped to him as she leaned in his arms.
He nuzzled her hair, liking the clean smell of it now that she indulged in her daily baths. If only the rest of her could have recovered as naturally—but Madara had damaged the core of her, her femininity. And they needed to tend her.
“Please...please...” she started and stumbled.
But her begging scared eyes asked him enough.
He swallowed and sat, guiding her to sit between his legs and spread her own. She started to cry, soft slow tears rolling down her cheeks as she didn’t let out any other sound.
Naruto hated himself, but he wanted her to get better. So he crooned to her, and talked to her, even as he pulled his shirt up and used his fingers to carefully massage in his concoction of herbs. She relaxed when his fingers stayed as appropriate as possible—not exploring or insistently trying to get her wound up. She relaxed even further when his chakra warmed his fingers and flowed along her damaged flesh.
He kept crooning to her.
And the tears kept trickling out of her blue eyes.
But they completed the treatment, and several others like it.
Kagome lay before him, healthy and glowing with her now recovered powers. Naruto was fascinated with the way it constantly made her skin sparkle. She looked like a multi-faceted gem. And he coveted her. Good thing she was already his.
                  Through the month of treatments and intimate discussions she’d blossomed under his care. And now that she was healed he had tentatively started courting her. She had given him suspicious looks a few times, but did not seem to understand quite yet.
No matter, they would get her agreement soon—she had started to unconsciously give him the signs that she was interested.
                  ‘She’s rather gorgeous isn’t she.’ Kyuubi murmured and swirled their chakra over her skin—she arched.
                  Naruto smiled predatorily and leaned in to kiss her shoulder. ‘She’s ours.’
But they let her rest, for she had centuries of not truly sleeping. They kept their hands to smooth caresses and their purr to a low rumble.
Kagome murmured and stretched, flexing her limbs with a delighted sleepy smile. She still loved her freedom, her ability to move and look around. Naruto’s soft eyes watched her, liking the way she blinked her eyes open reluctantly.
“Morning,” she murmured, her voice quiet and throaty from slumber.
Naruto growled playfully and kissed her temple softly. “Afternoon,” he corrected.
She laughed and stretched again with a large sigh.
He smiled and smoothed his hand down her thigh.
She undulated a little on the bed.
While they’d helped her recover, Naruto had slowly worked on the seals at her feminine centre. It was delicate work, because he didn’t want to do anything to harm her. Kitsune were sexual creatures, and to damage a vixen’s sexual centre was an abhorrent notion.
So he took his time, and while it wasn’t sexual in nature, she had slowly relaxed and let him care for her down there. She had begun to trust him where Madara had caused her the most pain.
He often massaged herbs into her pussy, gently examining her clit for further damage from its torture. He’d also taken to holding her in his lap, his hand cupped over her core as he swirled his chakra. As he was a sexual being, his chakra helped to sooth her and repair her nerves for pleasure rather than pain. The day he’d finally managed to release the last of the seal she’d jerked her hips and yelped, a pained expression flashing over her face. Then she had sighed and relaxed into them, into the pillows she rested naked on.
Finally free of any marks from her captivity she was scintillating.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered against her temple.
She gasped and her wide eyes flew up to his.
“I want you to be mine,” he confessed.
Kagome smiled. “Kitsune treasure?”
He rumbled out a low chuckle, more in his chest than from his tongue. She shivered and pressed into him. “Better than treasure, more like mate.”
She gasped, her lashes brushing against his skin as her eyes flew open.
He licked his lips and stared down at her. Waiting. Patient.
Tears came to her eyes but a smile trembled on her lips. She nodded her head, “I like that,” she whispered tentatively.
He grinned and leaned in to properly kiss her, tasting her lips for the first time. She sighed against his buss, her lashes fluttering before falling closed and her body relaxing into his hold as he took her in his arms.
Naruto growled softly for her submission, pressing his hands down her pale flesh in smooth caresses as he rolled them so he could access more of her. She succumbed easily under his bulk, her hands gripping his biceps and shoulders as she lost herself in his kiss.
Naruto groaned out as her one hand moved to grip the back of his neck, tangling in the fine hairs there and massaging.
Soon she was stripped of his shirt—the typical outfit she’d taken to wearing rather than the offered ones they’d purchased for her. Dazedly he wondered if that had been a sign she’d instinctively recognized the start of the bond.
Then he lost himself into her sighs and her warmth—because he was touching her now and it wasn’t for healing or comfort—it was intentionally sensual and arousing. Their lovemaking was slow paced, full of gasps and moans as they explored each other.
In the aftermath Kagome lay panting, resting on his chest as her fingers played delicately over his skin. His hand came up to capture hers, turning it so that he could kiss her palm, then her wrist.
“That was nice,” she murmured, her lips brushing against his skin.
He chuckled, running a clawed hand through her hair. “Glad you enjoyed yourself.”
She laughed and shifted lazily, ending up laying more on top of him so she could look into his face. He smiled softly at her and continued combing through her hair.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
“You’re mine,” he growled out. “I will spend the rest of my life being your provider and partner, your lover. You have no idea how much pleasure I get from you, from the thought of being with you forever.”
Kagome smiled up at him, and Naruto’s breath caught. She was dazzling.
And she was really completely his.
Good.
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