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Birthright	By : sadfascist Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3578 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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BIRTHRIGHT
CHAPTER FIFTEEN: “With Both Eyes Open”
“Come to Shinjukame Temple at noon today,” Naruto gasped, “and you shall have your revenge.”
“I’m having it now,” breathed Sasuke as he fumbled at Naruto’s robe. “On you, for not visiting me.” He had pushed Naruto onto the bed, straddling his legs. The other boy grinned wickedly.
“I could not get away,” Naruto protested. “The Warlord is busy planning the defense against Hagomoro’s invasion.”
“Yeah, well. Won’t do him no good, ‘cuz he’ll be dead.” Sasuke kissed Naruto, first on the lips, then in a line of playful bites down Naruto’s bare chest. His hands were inside Naruto’s loincloth. “Aren’t ya sorry for leavin’ me by myself? Apologize.”
Naruto had not meant to have sex, but it was hard to resist, with Sasuke all over him. I was ambushed from the start. He had walked into the room and Sasuke had jumped him from behind. “Can ya guess what I’m wearing?” Sasuke had asked.
“Nothing?”
“You’re so smart.” Sasuke’s laugh was like a soft ringing chime. “Aren’t I pretty in nothing?”
Then Naruto had to look, and Sasuke had shoved him on top of the sheets to make love. Naruto moaned as Sasuke’s quick fingers stroked his cock. “Damnit, it was not easy to come here. You said you needed my help.”
“I do.” Sasuke shifted his hips, pressing his own naked erection against Naruto’s own. He rubbed the shafts together with a sure hand. “Shinjukame Temple, you said.”
“My master will be there at noon.” It was hard for Naruto to concentrate. Sasuke’s penis was slick with arousal, a swollen red rod that slid insistently across Naruto’s groin. “The Warlord will pray for victory against Hagoromo, before the shrine of Tethis the Tear-Wiper.” Naruto gasped as Sasuke massaged the heads of their cocks over each other. He squirmed, hips jerking.
“Now that’s more like it.” Sasuke’s other hand went to twist Naruto’s nipple. “Say sorry again.”
Naruto was angry with himself. “Damnit, we’ve no time for this.” Naruto tried to push Sasuke off, sitting upright, but Sasuke only stripped away the rest of his robe. They wrestled for a little bit and then Sasuke had pinned his back against the moldy wooden wall alongside the bed. Naruto struggled as Sasuke kissed him and dug his nails into his sides. “Sasuke! Don’t you care about your revenge?”
“It ain’t noon yet.” The other boy was rubbing their cocks together again. “I ain’t seen ya for a week, and it’s two weeks since we had proper sex.”
“Sasuke!” Naruto shoved hard. Sasuke tumbled back on the sheets, bony limbs sprawling like a cat.
“Aren’t you frisky today?” he laughed. The other boy seemed to think it was all foreplay. Maybe it was. Naruto’s penis was drenched with pre-cum, visible even in the dim shadows cast by the predawn light. The light filtered through the paper windows behind Sasuke. It framed his nude white body, his smirking mouth and wide jade eyes and scruffy black hair. “Ain’t I good enough for ya? Is the Floating World too poor for ya’re refined tastes?”
“It is a step up from the whorehouse, I’ll grant you.”
In truth, it was barely even that. The Floating World was an almshouse. The low city was full of beggars, and not a few lived off the food and shelter the almshouse provided. The proprietor, Anayama Tokusai, was a well-known woodcut artist, from a merchant family. The Floating World had originally been his father’s inn. Tokusai employed several servants, and Sasuke had arranged somehow for himself to be bought. With his hair dyed again, dark as raven’s feathers, he looked like just another slave.
Naruto knew better.
“I liked the whorehouse,” Sasuke pouted. “I like both of ‘em better than your golden palace. Not as stuffy.”
He crawled back to where Naruto was sitting, laid his hands between Naruto’s thighs. Naruto shuddered as Sasuke’s thumbs stroked up and down the rim of his erection. “Stop,” he said, ashamed. But Sasuke only giggled. He leaned over and guided Naruto’s own hands forward. Naruto’s fingers grabbed at Sasuke’s crotch of their own will. Sasuke moaned, throwing his head back, ribs framed against a pale sinuous chest. His hands tightened on Naruto’s shaft. Naruto moaned, too. The other boy’s hot slender cock was throbbing in his fist. He pumped his hand up and down in a frenzy. They masturbated each other, so fast the room hummed with rhythmic, slapping sounds. “Sasuke!” Naruto panted. He bent over for a kiss, sucking in Sasuke’s sweet breath.
Sasuke grinned. “I want to suck your dick.” He pulled Naruto back onto the bed and flipped him on his side. Sasuke’s phallus pushed up against Naruto’s face, his thighs hugged Naruto’s temples. At the other end of his body Naruto felt something warm and spongy engulf his penis. Sasuke had taken Naruto’s manhood in his throat.
It was unbearably arousing. “You fucking whore,” Naruto grunted, grabbing Sasuke’s taut asscheeks. Sasuke’s erect member was sticking right at him. The pecker was totally hairless, smooth as baby skin and red as blood. Naruto licked it with his tongue. It tasted like salt and fresh rich meat. “I’m gonna chew your fucking cock off…”
Sasuke chewed him first. Naruto groaned in delight as Sasuke’s teeth bit into his manhood, nipping up the shaft. Then Naruto was raking his fingers into Sasuke’s wrinkled scrotum and lunging down with his mouth. He had Sasuke by the balls and by the cock. The boys sucked each other desperately. Their young naked bodies writhed, greasy with sweat. Naruto flipped Sasuke onto his back, hips arching as Sasuke ate him out from below. Sasuke bent his knees close, rocking his lithe bony frame in pace to Naruto’s mouth. Naruto was on top of him, swallowing him.
Sasuke orgasmed. Naruto had rammed Sasuke’s dick all the way to the back of his throat and now waves of fiery cum came erupting out. It seared into Naruto’s chest, choking him, but Naruto did not let go a single drop. Sasuke buried his face between Naruto’s legs, clutched with all his strength at Naruto’s hips. He strained his entire body in ecstasy and then Naruto ejaculated. Climax raced through his head and heart and crotch and into Sasuke’s mouth. Naruto screamed at last.
Afterward, still panting, Naruto leaned back against the wall and Sasuke cuddled him. Sasuke wrapped his arms around Naruto’s waist and rested his head against Naruto’s chest. Naruto could feel the weight of the other boy, smell the musky scent of him. Their half-stiff penises pressed together. “Don’t leave me,” Sasuke murmured.
Naruto gazed at Sasuke’s beautiful face, his eyelashes spiky with tears, and pitied them both.
“I didn’t forget,” Sasuke said. “About Shinjukame Temple.”
“I know.”
“Did ya set it up?”
“Yes. It wasn’t easy.”
“I know that too.” Sasuke smiled, jade eyes glistening. He reached a hand up to tousle Naruto’s mop of golden hair. “Thank you.”
Naruto did not answer.
Instead he drew away from Sasuke, pulling on his robes. Naruto slid open the door to step outside. The chill of the dawn met him, the crisp scent of running water. A small man-made canal ran alongside the almshouse, curving round it on three sides. The Floating World, the locals called it, for the way that the house seemed to rise up from the canal like an island. Even at this hour there were a few pole-barges in the water, carrying barrels of rice or meat or vegetables across the city. The canals were connected together, and to the Haven River; a man so inclined could take a pole-barge upriver all the way to Caiaden, or down into the sea. The boats were dark shapes in the frail light of first day, gliding between the silent streets like wraiths.
The only sounds came from the almshouse. There was a fire in the kitchen on the ground floor, and the bustling of the cooks bubbled through the thin wooden walls. They’d have to make enough food to feed all the beggars who found shelter in the Floating World. No easy task, but honorable work. If he breathed deep, Naruto could almost taste the smoky sizzle of frying fish, the oily warmth of steaming noodle broth. Sasuke is wrong, he thought. I would not mind staying in such a place. It is poor, perhaps, but peaceful enough.
Sasuke was behind him. “Naruto? You okay?”
“I’m nervous, is all.”
“And so serious.” Sasuke’s hands slipped around Naruto’s waist, his cheek nuzzling Naruto’s neck. “It’ll be all right. Everything ends today.”
“Yeah.”
They did not say anything else for a long moment. Naruto wanted to close his eyes, feeling the warmth of his lover’s body against him, but he did not do that either. Today he needed to act with both eyes open.
“Do you want to learn magic?” Sasuke asked suddenly.
Naruto hesitated. “Don’t you have to go sweep the floors or clean the outhouse, or something?”
Sasuke laughed. “Master Tokusai is very fair. I’m his best servant, and it’ll only take a morning. Magic’s really ain’t so hard to learn, once ya know the trick. Even a dummy like you can do it.” Sasuke tugged on Naruto’s hand, dragging him back into the almshouse. “Here, I’ll show you. Would have earlier, if ya’d bothered to visit.”
Sasuke led him through the cramped passages of the Floating World, past the kitchen, where he snatched a bowl of white breakfast buns, and then up steep creaking steps to the roof.
They were four stories high. The low city sprawled below them, on the other side of the canal. Jumbled buildings spilled over into dusty streets littered with potholes and horse droppings. Peasants were the largest caste in Sawara, and most of them lived in the Low Districts. In the clear dawn light, Naruto could see the High District far to the southeast, and the imperial palace on its shining peak.
Shinjukame Temple was there, too. The pagoda’s ten golden roofs rose upwards in a straight line, like fists, one on top of the other. If Naruto squinted, he could just make out the painted stone gods which warded the temple from demons.
“There,” Sasuke said. He walked to the edge of the roof, the sloping eave made of gray clay tiles, and dangled his feet off the side. A cool wind was blowing north from Fire Fan Bay, and it made the flap of Sasuke’s loose white kimono rustle like a living thing. “You feel that? That’s magic.”
Naruto joined him. “What do you mean?”
“The wind. Hagoromo-sama’s making it. He’s using it to cross the Endless Sea.”
“Wind?” Naruto frowned. One of the five elements. “I thought you said magic came from inside a person’s spirit.”
“It does.”
“Wind is a natural event, like the motions of the moon. What’s that to do with magic?”
“’Cuz wind is energy, too. And you can use spirit energy to create any kind of energy. That’s the trick.” Sasuke placed his hands on Naruto’s shoulders. “I’ll show ya. You feel that?”
A warm living sensation seemed to flow through Naruto’s body, like blood. “Yeah.”
“That’s your chakra. Everyone has chakra. It’s just most folks don’t got enough to use it. You got to be strong, like me.”
“I have as much chakra as you,” Naruto said. He could sense the chakra moving in Sasuke as well. Sasuke must’ve had some special power, to help him feel it.
The other boy giggled. “Almost as much. Anyway, watch.”
Naruto watched as the chakra flowing through Sasuke shifted direction. It moved inwards along a hundred invisible channels, pooling in his lungs. And then it… changed. It was no longer spirit energy, but something very familiar. Something hot and red. Sasuke grinned, opening his lips. A ring of fire came out of his mouth, towards Naruto’s face.
Naruto ducked just in time. “Sasuke, damnit!”
“Aw, come’on. That was just a little one. For practice. Did ya see how I made the fire?”
“I saw it all too clearly.”
“Now you try. Maybe not with your lungs, that’s a bit tough.” Sasuke stuck his tongue against the side of his cheek, thinking. “Hands got the most tenketsu—chakra points, I mean. Use your sword. Let the chakra flow from ya’re hand into the blade.”
“Okay.” Naruto tried, trying to pull his chakra toward his hands, and then into the sword he unsheathed from its scabbard. The chakra was not cooperating.
“Ya gotta concentrate, Naruto.”
“It’s hard.”
“Stop thinking about my dick.”
“As if. That tiny thing? I’d rather think about peas.”
“Mine’s as big as yours.”
“There!” A flicker of smoke crawled up the edge of Naruto’s sword. “I pulled the chakra into the sword, but I can’t change the chakra into fire.”
“It’s okay. Ya’re learnin’ faster than I thought. Just practice, I’ll help ya.”
Sasuke laid his hands atop Naruto’s own, guiding him. It was much easier with Sasuke’s special power to feel chakra, easier than learning from Master Itachi had been. At last Naruto focused all his strength, and the metal blade in his fist leaped into orange flames.
“Good, Naruto!” Sasuke clapped his hands. “See? Told ya magic ain’t that hard. Makes ya a stronger fighter, too. The Warlord will never expect it.”
Naruto had lost track of the time. He looked at the sun, then at his lover. “It will be noon before long. We must go.”
“Yeah.” Naruto saw Sasuke’s face change. The smile faded away, leaving behind only a tortured shadow of hate. Like taking off a mask, the boy thought, or putting one on. This was not Sasuke anymore, it was the Kitsune, and this day the Kitsune meant to kill his half-brother, the Warlord of the Blood Country.
Naruto’s master.
They did not say much as they walked down the streets of the low city toward Shinjukame Temple. Naruto was in no mood for talk; Sasuke only stared ahead. The wind was blowing here as well, a soft breeze that whistled through paper windows and the hair of dirty urchin children. Everything was dry. It had not rained for weeks and the water in a few of the canals was so low Naruto could see through to the bottom. A faint reflection looked back at him, a yellow-haired boy in a black robe, with a slaveseal on his forehead. Naruto could see the slaveseal on them both.
When they came to the high marble entrance gate that divided the Low Districts from the High District, the temple was above them. The hill of the high city climbed steeply up, with Birthright Keep like a huge red spear at the very top, and Shinjukame Temple its golden brother. The temple was only a short drive from the palace by palanquin, always convenient. Many emperors had come there to pray for the blessing of the Zen gods.
Uchiha Itachi did so now.
“We’ll be there before him,” Naruto reminded Sasuke. He had said it all before, but now that they were so close, it was too frightening to stay in his own thoughts. “We’ll slip in through the roof, and hide behind the shrine of Tethis the Tear-Wiper.”
“Almost,” Sasuke said.
The approach to Shinjukame Temple was deceptive. It always seemed closer than it was, it was so large, and each of the ten golden roofs of the central pagoda seemed closer than the last. The two boys snuck on the fifth roof from an adjoining mansion. A many-armed stone sculpture stared down at them from the corner. Khiton the Strength-Spinner, the Zen god of war.
Naruto realized that this was the place where he and Sasuke had first met.
Sasuke had been singing about love, then. As ye came from the holy land of Shinjukame, met you not with my true love? Naruto wondered who had been asking the question, who had answered. Who had dared to answer. How should I know your true love? As I came from the holy land, that have come, that have gone?
“Sasuke…”
“Yeah?”
Naruto hesitated. “Are you sure you want to do this? If you fail, the Warlord will take your head.”
“If he can get it off my shoulders,” Sasuke replied, “he’s welcome to it. And I’ll do the same to him. Besides, ya’re helping me this time. Right, Naruto?”
“Right.”
They did not wait long before the Warlord arrived. He came with the sound of drums and fat eunuchs playing flutes, he came in gold silken robes and he came with his sword, the legendary katana Kusanagi, the great heirloom of the Uchiha Clan for hundreds of years.
Naruto could see all of it from his hiding place. Uchiha Itachi walked across the glazed green tiles of the temple to the shrine of Tethis the Tear-Wiper, goddess of peace. His advisors followed: Maito Gai, Sougon Sawar, Misain Arashi, Hayate Inari. They lit incense candles and the sharp scent of smoke drifted in shafts of golden light. Maito Gai blinked, like some stupid owl, though he was the head monk of Shinjukame Temple. A great gong began ringing, from somewhere above them, twelve strokes to mark the time.
It was noon.
“Almost,” Sasuke whispered.
The temple was filled with the sculptures of a thousand painted gods, but Tethis stood alone. The Warlord walked into her alcove and none could see him from outside. Naruto and Sasuke were right next to him, concealed behind a trap wall. With a single step they could encircle the Warlord on either side. The perfect chance for an assassination.
Naruto had carefully arranged it.
There was a strange burning pressure in Naruto’s eyes. Not tears, worse than tears, blinding him in flashes. He wanted to scream. Why did Master choose this shrine? The Warlord knelt before the statue of Tethis. The idol was two stories high, carved from white marble and inlaid with pearls and whale bones and ivory. Water trickled in small reflecting pools at her feet. Why here, to pray for victory in war? Tethis the Tear-Wiper was the goddess of peace. Mothers prayed to her, women and priests and slaves. Uchiha Itachi had always prayed to Khiton the Strength-Spinner, and Khiton had never failed him.
Could the Warlord be making a joke?
“Now!” Sasuke mouthed. And then he burst forward into the alcove with his kunai. The Warlord reacted, as Naruto had always said he would, blocking Sasuke’s thrust with the Kusanagi. The movement left his back exposed. Naruto was supposed to step from the hidden wall and cut his master open from the spine.
Naruto stepped behind Sasuke instead.
Sasuke turned, confused. “Naruto—”
The slaveboy unsheathed his sword, and as he drove the blade into the Demon Fox’s chest, his eyes were cold as frozen ice. “Let the Master’s will be done,” he whispered.
Next: CHAPTER SIXTEEN: “The Sword with a Soul”
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