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The Sleeping Tails Inn	By : c0p13r Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 6115 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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            “Tea, Naruto-san?”
            Naruto postured despite his feverish sweat. “Yeah-tebayo,” he answered with a nod and feeble voice.
            Mito had started to pour even before his answer, and her pour was perfect. A crisp sound of the clay mug filling. The stream didn’t deter; one single line and the contents filled to the top before the line broke. The last drop was totally deliberate, Naruto was sure; her showing her control of the pour.
            Echoing off the walls… Thudding in his head…
            Turmoil.
He ignored it and quashed it down under his etiquette training. Jiraiya didn’t skimp. Being a renowned shinobi also meant observing niceties and impressions. Mito-san had been abundantly kind and patient with him. She needn’t welcome him into her establishment from the eerie bamboo forest that he could not find his way though.
            He felt it was one of his biggest errors to follow her inside…
            “Drink, Naruto-san,” she softly encouraged with a bow. She sat opposite to him at the short tea table in his room, next to his futon. The sheets had been kicked askew and rumpled, and he was sitting up on the turned-over corner nearest the table. “You’ll feel better.”
            Doubtful.
            Naruto gave as polite of a smile as he could manage after regarding the steamy drink. “Thanks, Mito-san.” He reached out, fingers shaking from his sickened condition. The mug was cold, like it was filled with ice instead of tea. Still, the vapor continued to rise, and at level with his face, it gave Mito-san an otherworldly aura. Why’d she have to face him with such impassive, intense eyes?
            His heartbeat started to accelerate. Odd happenings since he’d come here. He thought for a moment if this was poison; surely not, but the state of things had left him badly paranoid.
            He sipped. It burned his tongue at once, scalding in his carelessness, and he instantly dropped it. He exclaimed, truly apologetic and not meaning it despite his fantasized misgivings. Fevered, he said, “I’ll clean it up-tebayo! I’m so sorry, Mito-san!”
            “It’s alright.” Her soothing voice was as a rebuke on its own. Gulping, he reclined, his eyes darting to the mess and back to her. She stood up and rounded the table with her feet hardly making a sound on the floor mats, and then knelt to retrieve the fallen cup. “I’ll bring another after you’ve rested a bit.”
            Naruto’s laugh was forced and airy. “I think, maybe, I’ll be better if I go outside and get some fresh air instead.” But not in the hot springs… Not in this rank forest either! Everything within was so full and loud with smells of uneasy air.
            “Quiet,” Mito hushed him. He didn’t expect her to touch him; a gentle brush through his hair, rounding about his face and cheeks, to his chin. Warmth… It was there now. “And rest. Purifying incense is in the air”—She watched him as his bright eyes turned up and looked around, searching for some ephemeral source of scent—“and your soul with be soothed. But it can only happen if you let it.”
            Her fingers dragged down his throat as he gulped. Her touched was so intimate even outside his black shirt. The hand pressed over his heart, and it took him a moment to realize she was urging him back. He went halfway, onto his elbows, and stared up at her.
            So tremendously intimate…
            It had all been a hallucination… by her explanation. He had gone into the hot springs, but the heat had overwhelmed him. Heat had never been an issue before; soaking in hot springs was a pastime of his, something to enjoy as much as Ichiraku. But the humidity here, in a dense forest.
            To say the least, he wanted to believe her.
            The facts of the hallucination were muddled, yet trying to recall them had ignited feelings of exhilaration that had come only from intense wet dreams. When Mito had told him how and why he was back in bed, he checked his boxers to see if there was a gooey mess to explain the relief. Nothing there…
            At the same time, Mito-san’s hand upon his chest felt totally familiar. The dream, whatever it was, connected him to her in an improper manner.
            He breathed in deep, employing relaxation methods taught to him by Ero-Sennin, when he felt his loins quickly stir for her.
            Then he allowed her light weight to turn him onto his back. He swallowed again as he stared up at her; her rising to her full height over him. He did not like this sensation of vulnerability. Not like being careless as a shinobi; it was like surrendering his soul.
            “We’ll tend to you, Naruto-san. So rest.” Without another word, she left the room, shutting him inside with that single lamp in the corner filling the whole room with a dull orange aura.
            Tired, Naruto still couldn’t sleep. He lay on his back and counted the ceiling mats, though he couldn’t concentrate past five. Pressure was upon him. His perspiring skin prickled at the endless cold. He should shed his shirt – It was already damp enough. – and climb under the covers. Sweat out this fever. Do as Mito-san asked and rest.
            His eyes wouldn’t shut, though. Even though they ached, they couldn’t do more than blink as his imagination put noise in his ears. He hadn’t heard footsteps in his room; he already checked twice when he thought he had heard them. It was harder to ignore his shinobi senses; the awareness around him, that alerted him to being watched. Absolutely nothing in the room. A few times, he tried to pretend to be asleep to see if he could trick some hiding person into coming out, but nothing happened.
            All his imagination. All this fever.
            Until he heard voices.
            Certain voices, not imagined. He tilted his head up to look at the door. No one was there, but there were discussions in the hall beyond. Mito-san was one, talking hushed and calm, and the other seemed angry, arguing, and foul-mouthed. Not that he could hear clearly, but he vaguely picked things up.
            And all at once, the voices ended. Through walls, Naruto could practically feel it: Mito-san’s gaze falling upon him, admonishing his eavesdropping. His lips stretched across his face as he thrust himself down on his bedding and held himself there, hands clutching at the comforter like he was afraid he’d float off.
            Nothing ensued. By how quiet it had gone, it would seem like Mito-san and whomever else was with her were standing in place, still and silent. But with the amount of time that had passed, Naruto found that unlikely to impossible.
            “I-I think they’re going to eat me-tebayo,” Naruto decided, remembering how Jiraiya, in a drunken fit after spending so much money, wagged his finger in his protégé’s face and warned him about woman man-eaters.
            Throughout the ensuing hour, Naruto was able to drift in and out of dream-filled slumbers. Nothing as intense as the supposed hallucination, but they were foreboding. Sakura-chan was involved in one dream; he’d caught her in the hot springs, a figure of what he imagined her to now look like back in Konoha. “You look like a woman, Sakura-chan!” he had blurted in his dream, with the bravado of dreams allowing him to look at her full nakedness with rapt appreciation. Of course, dream Sakura-chan was as unforgiving as her real counterpart, big tits – as he imagined her to have going into adulthood – swinging as she landed a brutal slap across his face, with enough force to wake him.
            He dozed some more, regardless. Better to be in dreams than this stuffy in, watching shadows move in soft candlelight. He was seeing too many wicked things in the dark that would stave sleep off well beyond his stay here.
            Unless I wind up staying here forever-tebayo, he morbidly thought.
            But closing his eyes, he succumbed to sleep. Dreamless… or maybe abstract. Nothingness, really, yet undeniably warm. A vast golden plane, where, if someone like Naruto were to put in words, dreams and wishes and aspirations began. There was no point to this dreamland. His own self was gone, though he was aware of himself. Hard to explain, but it was good.
            A feeling on his cheek…
            His absent extremities stirred. His finger ticked. And when the feeling brushed him again – a sensitive spot on his neck – he gave a more significant move, halfway to a tickled laugh. Each brush led him further from the golden plane until he was pulled back to consciousness.
            The feeling had been lips.
            Someone was kissing along his throat; sweet, adoring kisses down to his naked chest. Naked beyond that as well! When had he undressed?!
            He gasped awake, chest expanding as the person – a redheaded woman who was not Mito-san – rounded her tongue around his right nipple. His cock – hard and already overflowing with precum – was in her light grasp. She was rubbing it up and down, smooth and methodical, trying not to overstimulate him. If not for his surprise to this sight, he might have reclined and let things take their course in earnest.
            She looked up at him, hearing his voice, and she beamed warmly. Her purple eyes shimmered… not unlike his own when excited. “Are you feeling better-tebane?” The hand around his cock tightened, and
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The Sleeping Tails Inn