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Make Love Not War	By : Sessakag Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female > Naruto/Hinata Views: 1903 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Make Love Not War

The sharp pinprick of a blade at his throat was the most welcome sensation in his entire life. Instantaneously wide awake, Naruto grinned into the darkness of his tent. There was a shadow crouched over him, thighs straddling his waist, gentle weight pressing him into his cot.
If this was another of his heartsick dreams, he hoped he never woke up.
“Has my time finally come?” he wondered aloud, “has the Hyuuga Princess finally come to collect my handsome head?”
A soft giggle filled his tent, as weightless as the breeze that fluttered the skirt of the giant structure.
“Perhaps,” she murmured, leaning just shy of their lips touching, “though there is another head I’d rather have tonight.”
His grin widened, even in the silhouettes that painted her features, he could make out the flush staining her cheeks.
“Aren’t you forward tonight,” he teased, “guess I’m not the only one that missed this…”
His hips lifted, pressing his rapidly filling cock in the warm nook between her legs.
“Naruto-kun,” she gasped, grinding back, stoking his fire faster than should be legal.
He launched into action, disarming his attacker and tossing her down beneath him in one smooth motion.
She wasn’t surprised nor alarmed.
No.
Hinata Hyuuga, unofficial Princess of Konoha, Hyuuga heiress, the legendary assassin suitably titled Death Touch, was as aroused as he was. Blushing prettily, ducking her head shyly, but eying him as though he were a buffet of every one of her favorite foods, she cupped his whiskered cheeks in the same hands that dealt death and pain to his allies.
The eyes of his enemy were soft and molten, her tender fingers a velvety caress across his skin.
“I missed you,” he whispered.
“I missed you too.”
She kissed him, pressing her lips to his, breathing new life into his withered soul after nearly six months apart, sweeping him away in that bewitching magic only she could create.
“We don’t have much time,” she whispered between smacks and smooches.
“I know,” he muttered to the damp pillows mashed to his mouth, already reaching to unzip her lavender top.
“Don’t go through Fire Grove, there’s an ambush waiting for your forces,” she moaned, arching her neck, giving him better access to the smooth column of her throat, “take back roads through the Land of Tea,” she mewled as he etched his love into her skin.
“There’s a shit load of traps in the west canal,” he warned, nibbling her earlobe, “seals that’ll trigger whirlpools, don’t let your asshole dad send you through.”
“Naruto-”
He fused their mouths, swallowing her protest, not wanting to hear her defend that twisted cretin she called ‘father’.
Not tonight.
Fuck, not ever, but especially not tonight.
After six months apart he didn’t want to be at odds with her.
He didn’t want the outside world to intrude in these precious moments.
He didn’t want to be reminded of all the reasons that this, this…otherworldly force bringing them together, was wrong.
Tonight, he just wanted a moment with the woman he loved, the woman that loved him.
She silently agreed to the truce, focusing her energy on untying the drawstring of his sweats and filling her hand with the heart of his lust.
He shuddered, eyes sliding shut as he reveled in the delicious glide of her palm, the tightness of her grip, the slow deliberate pump of his hard cock. He fumbled with the zipper of her shirt again, gritting his teeth as the sinfully delicious sensation of hot fluid leaking from his tip joined the agonizing handjob. Her thumb caught his liquid offering, shocking his senses as she swirled his tip in the slippery lubricant of pre-cum.
His lungs deflated, his hands shook, and the gnawing beast of carnal hunger roared to life. Beyond frustrated with her tit-blocking blouse, Naruto abandoned the top in favor of her little shorts, thanking the Gods her button was simpler than her zipper. He popped it open with a satisfying snap, than yanked them off, knocking her hand from his throbbing length in the process, simultaneously pushing back the tempting lure of an early climax.
He was six months faithful.
Six months backed up.
He didn’t have it in him to endure the sweet torment.
She was left in her sleeveless lilac blouse and sexy thigh-high stockings, her panties missing in anticipation of their tryst. His nostrils flared as the heady scent of female pheromones hit him all at once, the scent like an intangible stroked to his painfully hard sex.
In the dim light of his single candle, her snowy skin glowed.
The hollows of her curves appeared deeper, more defined, her curvaceous form more lewd and addicting.
As though he weren’t aching enough, as though he wasn’t already about to lose his tenuous control with her, his pale fleshed lover raised her legs, bending them alongside her breasts, tugging down the tenacious zipper as her sopping folds parted, shamelessly presenting him with the arousing sight of her wet clit and tight little hole.
Mouthwatering, pink tipped titties exploded from the confines of her blouse, their massive weight bouncing as they tasted freedom.
Watching their enticing jiggle, Naruto shoved his sweats down, gripped his dick and shoved it as deep as her tight pussy could go, filling her snug cunt to the brim.
He bit back the bliss threatening to bellow through his lips, body shaking as he sank through squishy heat.
Her own cry was just short of too loud, forced back with her small, ivory hand.
She pressed it hard to her mouth, her other gripping his bedsheets with whitened knuckles. Her struggle turned him on, the very idea that a single wayward sound could bring the entire war camp into his tent only heightened the salacious wrongness of this forbidden moment.
He wasn’t supposed to be fucking during war.
He wasn’t supposed to be fucking his enemy during a war.
Yet here he was, balls deep inside Konoha’s most notorious killer.
His pace was quick and merciless, driving his dark excitement into her greedy pussy, the quiet smack of their flesh goading him to pound harder.
He bent down, catching a pointed bud in his mouth.
Sucking hard at her puckered nipple, he stroked her insides, devouring her blissed out and muffled gasp of his name like the starving man he was.
It’d been too long since he’d touched her, felt her, tasted her.
Ecstasy blasted every nerve lining his body, the pearly gates of nirvana opening wider with every harsh slam of his hips. Her moonstone eyes rolled back in her skull, her grip on his sheet tightening enough to tear the thin fabric.
He didn’t give a shit if she did.
He wanted her to.
He wanted her to leave her presence anywhere and everywhere before they had to part again.
The very thought of her leaving him again seared his insides, giving rise to a twisted desire to hammer the essence of his very core into the cells of her body, to mark her so thoroughly, so deeply, there wasn’t a moment she didn’t yearn for him, didn’t crave him, didn’t pine for him as he did her day in and day out. He rose, lungs heaving as he gripped her hips in bruising hands, turning his turgid dick into a battering ram, a forceful piston designed to milk her pussy of every single drop of passion, every gush of honey and then some.
And it was working.
He could feel her little toes curling on his shoulders, her cunt clamping down harder and harder.
She was about to break.
He could see it in her adorably scrunched face, in the thrashing of her dark head on his pillow, in the quaking of her voluptuous form.
He knew a scream was coming, and with the quickness of a seasoned shinobi, the moment her hand slipped he moved, replacing hers with his own, grunting as a torrent drowned his cock, hot rivulets seeping through the plug of his cock lodged inside her suckling pussy. She arched, her careless wail of completion smothered beneath his roughened palm.
A shudder wracked his form as sloppy suction massaged his sex.
He’d never heard of the term squirter until he met her.
The word bounced around his head, blasting him with its filthy connotations. He rocked his hips, thrusting through the remnants of her lustful spray, spanning her little waist with his free hand so he could feel the twitches of her delicate muscles beneath her damp skin.
Tears of bliss leaked through his fingers, joining the damp whimpers lost in his hand.
He fucked her through her shattering orgasm, snapping his hips forward and back, drinking in her euphoric expression. She trembled, lungs heaving, each gust jostling her damp titties hypnotically, the slide of nylon encased legs wrapping around his flanks sinfully delicious. Her own rounded hips arched to meet his, fucking him with the same relentlessness he was fucking her with, her pace more frantic than his.
She was chasing the high again, skating the edge of chaos.
Desperate fingers dug into the flesh of his obliques, the bite of pain muted in comparison to the teeth in his hand.
Her eyes grew dazed.
High pitched mewls left her throat.
He could muffled her sexy whimpers but he couldn’t keep her pussy quiet. Her sopping cunt squelched and smacked as he fucked it, gushing happily with each powerful thrust.
He bit his lip, barely able to silence his own ecstasy.
The hot friction at his groin slowly building an eruption of epic proportions.
Tension lined her petite frame, lilac depths beginning their telltale roll.
She was gone in the next breath, showering him again, painting their groins in hot honey, doing her damnedest to milk him into joining her in hedonistic rapture.
He refused.
He wasn’t done with her, not by a long shot.
He wanted it all, everything she had to give him, everything she wanted to give him, everything she couldn’t give him, he wanted it.
He pulled out, flipped her to her belly and sheathed himself again.
A stray groan left his own throat as he powered through contracting inner muscles, her trembling walls saturated in warm fluid.
He kicked her legs wider with his knees, gripping her hips as he lost himself to lust.
He turned blazing baby blues to their joined sexes, watching his dick disappear and reappear wet and glistening, coated heavily in her juices, dripping to his ruined sheets.
Watching the sexy ripples of her jiggling buttocks.
Panting harshly when she arched her cute ass higher and bounced it into his powerful strokes, burying her face in his pillow, muffling her moans with the overstuffed fluff. His hand itched to spank it red, but considering how hard he liked to smack her plump cheeks and how loud she got when he did it, sweet discipline was completely off the table this love session. He settled on kneading her pliant flesh, bouncing her peach flushed derrière around until it clapped.
It was a subtle, lust inducing sound, and though he knew it was barely above a whisper, it felt louder in the hush of the sleeping camp.
Sensations rocked his senses as she squeezed him inside, this round of milking vicious.
Wrapping his body around her smaller one, fusing them damp skin to damp skin, Naruto pressed her deeper into the coat as he lost his shit.
He was being too loud.
Dimly, distantly he knew that anyone close enough to his tent would hear the smack of their flesh, his low groans, her muffled wails and the squeaking rails holding up his sleeping platform screaming.
He just couldn’t find it in him to give a shit.
Not when her pussy felt this good.
Not when his cumming this hard.
Not when the torrent of bliss held him caught within its merciless depths.
His balls emptied in a heady rush, paint her quivering walls in creamy semen. His world darkened, euphoria spread, and every ounce of strength he held deserted him in an instant. He lay heavy atop his shuddering lover, his own body twitching as his thick ropes melded into a blissful trickle.
He pressed his lips to her neck and shoulder, sucking hickeys into her skin, whispering his undying love into her wet flesh.
Long moments of breathless murmurs passed between them.
Wrapping his arms around her waist, he turned them to their side, cupping his hips to ensure they remained connected, loathed to leave the hot clench of her body.
Their time was ticking.
The part he dreaded the most was coming far too quick and he wasn’t ready.
Fuck, he was never ready.
He wanted her to stay with him, to be by his side forever and damn the rest of the world…
…but life didn’t work that way.
They were from different worlds, different nations, different sides of a war that seemed never ending. It wasn’t that easy for them to just shirk responsibilities and runaway together. He was invaluable to Uzushio and she indispensable to Konoha.
Two war legends that wanted nothing more than to live in peace in each other’s arms.
“I love you,” she whispered hoarsely.
His embrace tightened, “I love you too, dattebayo.”
She took his hands in hers, pressing them to her naked breast as she kissed them with all the gentleness of a butterfly.
“I…have to go,” she told him.
Pain carved groves in his chest, his eyes closed as he grappled with the urge to force her to stay. He knew it was coming and yet there never seemed any way to brace for the ache, the horrendous void that was about replace her vibrant presence.
They had to have far exceeded the time she felt she could give him if she wasn’t taking a few moments to cuddle.
That was dangerous for her.
Unaccounted for time came with a hefty punishment amongst the Hyuuga.
He sucked in two long, deep breaths, then unraveled himself.
He felt cold as she rose from his cot, frigid inside and out. He got up himself to watch her, swinging his feet to the floor as she used a water basin to wipe their combined fluids from between her thighs. Despite the slow poison corroding his heart, he couldn’t help but be stirred by the sight of her naked flesh.
She was littered in red hickeys, her dark hair mussed, indentions of his hands branded both cheeks.
He hadn’t taken it easy on her at all.
Not that she wanted him to.
“Where’s your next assignment?” he questioned quietly.
She hesitated, her silence louder than the trickle of water.
He sighed.
She wasn’t aloud to say.
“I’m not trying to…pump you for information,” he told her honestly, “I’d never do that to you, I just thought-”
“I know,” she replied, glancing over her shoulder, eyes guarded, “I just…”
Dread filled his gut.
He’d heard rumors through the spy mill, whispers of an assassination plot that wasn’t his own for once.
“He’s not sending you back to Kumogakure is he?”
More silence.
Of fucking course he was!
It was fucking Hiashi after all!
Temper ignited, fear clawing his insides, he stomped over to her, wrapping his hands around her upper arms as though that alone would prevent her from going, “he’s sending you to fucking Kumo? After what happened last time how the fuck-”
Slapping pale hands to his loud mouth, Hinata shushed him.
They stilled, listening for any signs of movement beyond the tent.
When nothing came of his outburst, her hands dropped, but she moved faster, sprinting through her cleaning before searching for her shorts.
“You can’t go to Kumo.”
“I don’t have a choice.”
Raking desperate fingers through his golden locks, Naruto paced the length of the dirt floor, his mind racing for a solution that didn’t end in kidnapping her.
“When are you going?”
She was already shaking her head, “you can’t follow me there…you can’t keep shadowing me when I take these kinds of missions, Naruto-kun…if you’re caught-”
“You’re risking just as much as I am,” he argued, “more than me considering your Clan is a bunch of sick fucks that wouldn’t think twice about brutalizing you.”
She stiffened, withdrawing in an instant.
Her posture defensive and remote, off putting as it was the day he met her two years ago. He back tracked, running a frustrated hand through his messy golden locks as he steered the conversation away from her fucked up family.
“How about this,” he sighed, “I’ll stop shadowing you if you stop too.”
It was a bluff.
Even if she stopped watching his back from the shadows, he’d never quit.
He actually wanted her to stop, he had for a while, and though she’d saved his life more than once, the risk to her mattered more to him than his death.
“That’s not fair.”
“I don’t give a shit,” he grunted, moving into her space, lifting her chin when her eyes skated from his, “when.”
Her lips firmed, stubbornness lined her features.
He gave her the full brunt of his own legendary bullheadedness.
“I can camp out in Kumo waiting for you or you can tell me when, either way, you’re not going alone.”
“Naruto-kun-”
“No,” he snapped, cupping her angelic face in his calloused hands, “you’re not going back there without me. I don’t give a fuck about getting caught anymore, you’re done taking these fucking suicide missions alone, ‘ttebayo.”
Her face softened, lilac depths shimmering with emotion.
“Tell me when, Hina,” he murmured, his voice as tender as her eyes, “tell me and I’ll be there.”
“At dusk, three weeks from today,” she replied.
He nodded, stroking her cheeks, “do you still have the blade?”
She nodded.
“Then I’ll be there.”
He’d use his father’s technique, Hiraishin no Jutsu, just like he always did.
He leaned down and fused their mouths, savoring the sensation of her lips on his.
“I know you really gotta go now,” he muttered to her mouth, “I’ll see you in three weeks. I promise.”
She nodded, kissed him once, then finished dressing. Two minutes later she slipped from his tent and was swallowed by darkness.
He sighed dejectedly as his world grew cold once more.
He spent a few minutes cleaning himself, annoyed that her marks on his body were already beginning to fade.
Once clean, he wandered to his cot, surveying the damage.
His sheets were fucked.
A grin tugged at his lips. He kinda wanted to keep them, but the last thing he needed was questions about who he fucked senseless on them. He yanked them off and burned them with a quick jutsu, then remade his bed with fresh linen tucked in a trunk at the foot of his cot.
Once finished, he laid down again, deeply satisfied and tired.
He was just about to doze off when the swish of someone entering his tent roused him.
It wasn’t his lover.
Nagato stood inside his tent, and from the look in his dark eyes, Naruto knew this wasn’t going to be a normal interaction.
The red-haired male knew something he shouldn’t.
This was why he hadn’t put up a barrier the moment Hinata entered his tent, nosy Nagato would have sensed it and run to investigate far sooner, interrupting their vigorous fucking and getting an eyeful of a sight that was for Naruto and Naruto alone.
His ginger sensei/pain-in-the-ass-retainer was already suspicious of his request to have his tent pitched a ways away from the main camp.
Attempting to conceal their activities would’ve been the same as waving a big red flag. Naruto was already under heavy scrutiny considering his ‘erratic behavior’ over the last two years.
“This has to stop,” Nagato said.
There was his confirmation.
Nagato knew everything.
“This is dangerous, Naruto, not just for you, but for her too. You know what her Clan is like, if they find out she’s not only fucking Uzushiogakure’s next Kage, but that she’s been deliberately sabotaging her missions to execute you and passing you sensitive information, they’ll-”
“You’re telling me shit I already know,” he grated, whipping the blankets from his body, acute agitation launching from his cot.
He’d made it his business to fully understand the ramifications his lover faced should their forbidden love be discovered by either of their respective villages, and what he’d uncovered about her Clan, the Hyuuga, made him sick to his very soul. Cold, calculating and cruel, treating members of their own Clan as nothing more than slaves, threating death by the aptly named Caged Bird Cursed Seal to keep those subjugated in line, Konoha’s oldest Clan was nothing but a bunch of fuckin animals masquerading as honorable shinobi, and if they touched a single hair on her goddamn head, he’d slaughter them all.
And therein lay his biggest deterrent to having his parents find out about their relationship.
He was Uzushiogakure’s Jinchuuriki, entrusted to house the boiling hatred that was the nine tailed fox, and from the time he’d been able to comprehend more than one word commands to now, he’d been talked to death about the consequences of allowing anger to consume him, the catastrophic dangers of letting the kyuubi take hold of him, and he’d always heeded those warnings despite his naturally hotheaded nature, but he knew, should anything happen to Hinata Hyuuga, he’d leap head first through those crimson bars of the nine tail’s prison, the rest of the world be damned. He loved her as he’d never loved anyone in his entire life, she was the steady rhythm that kept his heart beating.
He thrived when they were together and mourned her loss when they parted.
Never one for pointless moping, he spent the duration of their painful separation scheming to see her again, spending way too much time and energy constructing ‘coincidences’ that placed him in range of enemy lines, taking more risks than he’d taken this entire godforsaken war to enact his half baked plans. Even he could admit he was down right stupid when it came to her, every inhibition and any caution he normally held thrown right out of his emotional head.
Anyone with eyes could see Hinata Hyuuga was a huge liability, one his parents wouldn’t allow to continue, especially his mother, Uzushiogakure’s current Uzukage.
It’d be a cold day in hell before his volatile mother accepted a Konoha citizen as anything but an enemy.
Irritated with both Nagato and his life, Naruto snatched his discarded pants from the floor and pulled them on, his movements snappish and aggressive.
“Then you also know Konoha won’t protect her from whatever twisted punishment they concoct for her, their idiotic law of Clan self-governance not withstanding. Even if they’re inclined to step in and shelter her from the Hyuuga’s wrath, she won’t face much better in Konoha’s judicial system. They don’t exactly take treason too kindly.”
He was under no delusion that Konoha would protect her from her evil or at the very least, ensure she received a fair trail and it was on of the biggest reasons he hated Konoha. Their off hand approach to the Clans comprising their Hidden Village needed a serious retuning. He could understand maintaining distance for the sake of power balance, but when these Clans weaponized that autonomy and abused their members freely, it was the duty of the Kage to step in on the behalf of the downtrodden.
As it stood now, the scales were not tipped in favor of justice in the Hidden Leaf.
Hardly surprising, it was about on par with what one could expect from that backstabbing nation.
“And what would your parents say if they knew you too were-”
“I haven’t given her any information that’ll impact this war. I have not betrayed Uzushio,” he growled, baby’s blues flashing crimson, “I would never,” he seethed for good measure, “I steer her out of danger, that is it.”
“That is enough to cross the line into treason.”
“What the fuck do you expect me to fucking do then? Let her cross into land marked with disintegration seals? Let her get killed sailing through Whirlpool cove?”
“Yes-”
Naruto was on the pale redhead in less time it took to blink. His feral features grew sharper, pupils slitted, whiskers jagged slashes on his cheeks, canines extended far from his gum line as he held his retainer, with a single claw tipped hand, several feet from the ground.
“I won’t let her get hurt, not by Uzushio, not by Konoha, not by the Hyuuga, not by you or anybody else!” the enraged Jinchuuriki growled.
“Calm yourself…Naruto,” Nagato snapped, gripping the burning hand at his throat.
“I am fucking calm!”
Nobody had died, and he hadn’t turned this whole camp into a crater. By most standards, he was calm as fuck right now.
He let go, storming away from the man, fist clenched as he fought the urge to tear his tent apart.
As he sucked in several stabilizing breaths, a nugget of guilt lodged in his chest.
He understood where Nagato was coming from, he knew his sensei had his best interest at heart. He knew he’d stepped out of line. He wasn’t sorry for defending his lover, but he was sorry that he put his hands on a man he respected.
“I’m sorry…sensei…” he murmured into the hush that followed, “but please just…don’t talk about her like that. I love her, ‘ttebayo.”
“She is the enemy, Naruto. You know how this will end,” he murmured, moving to the tent’s entrance, “say your farewells to her and sever ties before it’s too late.”
His grim words slid through one ear and out the other.
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Hope you enjoyed. This is a prompt that will soon be a fic.
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Sessakag~
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