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Disguised Curses	By : Raholea Category: Naruto AU/AR > General Views: 2438 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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My incredible thanks to Djargo for their wonderful review and support. it makes me (and the muses) happy. To POH4luv, i hope to be updating a bit more often as i dig further into pre-planned chapters. Here's another chapter for my faithful reviewers and readers.
There is hard R in this chapter. Adult content of the known but not seen variety. (nothing worse than you'd see at the theater)
Possible OOC-ness as well. *shrugs*

DC 31

“That was awfully dark for the Naruto I know.” They were a couple blocks down from Hokage Tower, out of ear reach and relatively alone. His dark mood hadn’t lifted, and Naruto’s happy vibes had faded and were beginning to reflect Sasuke’s.
“You are mine. If your name was ruined over some stupid grab for power or influence, it’s pointless. I don’t want to let it escape retaliation.” Naruto growled out, heedless of his wording. Sasuke noticed it, though.
“That sounds like Kyuubi’s words, Naruto.” He stopped his friend, making him turn to face him. “Are you stable?”
A dark chuckled answered him. “Am I ever stable anymore, Sasuke?” He pushed forward, sliding easily into Sasuke’s personal space, chests closing in rapidly decreasing inches. “Hinata, bless her, has kept me relaxed. Missions burn my energy. But no, Sasuke, I am not stable.” His hand shot up, a blur in the just- past dusk light. Sasuke grunted minutely as fingers tangled into his hair and yanked his head back. “Your anger smells good on your skin, beta. Fear would smell even better.”
Fuck. It had been a while, possibly too long, since Sasuke had seen Naruto ease into his other needs. The darker stuff he didn’t satisfy, while the light stuff he tried to at least make passing attempts to appease. “Did my rage cause this, Naruto?”
“Does it matter?” The words were growled into his ear as Naruto pressed bodily into Sasuke, still keeping his head back and throat bare.
“We’re in public, Naruto. Behave.” A snarl answered the words, and the hand released Sasuke. But both arms wrapped around his back and he felt the flex in muscles as Naruto flew through hand signs. They gave a sickening lurch, and Sasuke kept from stumbling as the transportation jutsu leveled out.
“Did my wicked inhabitant give you any tips for this situation, Sasuke?” Naruto sneered. “He has a bad habit of telling you and forgetting to warn me.”
“Blood, meat, flesh.” Should he be worried that Naruto 'ported them directly to his bedroom? Probably.
“Define flesh.” The voice was lower, thicker, and the richness of musk was easing into the air. Sasuke suppressed the shudder induced by the low-spoken words.
“Sex. He meant rutting, mating. Hunting or sex.” The hot breath across Sasuke’s neck as Naruto circled him didn’t help the sense of foreboding to go away. Claws traced delicately down his arms, from sleeves to wrists, fingers curling around the bond-invoked artwork.
“Will you submit for me, beta, or do I need to go find my pretty Hina- koi?”
No, not really. The bastard. The move was underhanded, using both Sasuke’s oath and the vague threat of using Hinata instead of him. “We can go hunt. Take the edge off.”
“I just ate.” This time a lick, a rougher than normal tongue flicking across his neck. “I don’t burn food that fast.”
“I doubt you’ll have to eat. The chase, a little blood, maybe-” His words choked off as Naruto slammed him into the wall, snarling in growing rage. He watched Naruto’s eyes turn into varying shades of red, no more of the precious blue. No more human. “Your blood can work just as well.” Sasuke knows he’s supposed to have an inch or two in height on his friend, but right now those glowing eyes are close enough that it still feels like he should be looking up. But those eyes and that voice look wrong, are wrong to the face he’s looking at. “Lose the illusion.”
It melted away, and now he could see slightly darker low-lights of red in Naruto’s blond hair, with the fuzzy tips of silver-white ears peeking through them. There’s a roughness to his jaw, giving him an older look, and those fangs fit the mood. This was what was missing. The feral version of Naruto, to match the foul mood.
“You’re mine. Now or later doesn’t matter. You can always try to run…” Clawed fingers stroked back up Sasuke’s arms, tracing the lines of his marks. “I don’t want you to run…”
“Then get the fuck off me.”
“I don’t think you mean that.” Naruto’s smile was far too smug. “You’re hardly resisting, no Sharingan, no jutsu, not escaping. Just words. Enough with the words.” His hands grabbed the shirt and ripped, the material giving and shredding with pitiful ease. Red lines darkened on Sasuke’s skin, shallow scratches that wouldn’t bleed. Naruto growled, lost in the rise of need. He wanted the body before him to bleed. He wanted to wring pathetic, weak noises from it, mewls and whimpering and begging. He wanted to fill his nose with the odor of blood and musk.
He wanted a lot of things.
He leaned in, licking at the point where a scratch crossed a crimson stain. If darkness had a flavor, then it was blood and tainted chakra and fire. He inhaled, nose tracing the lines as his tongue licked and tasted, low growls filling his throat. There was musk beneath the fire scent, and blood beneath that, but when he set his teeth to skin and applied pressure, he was stopped. A pale hand gripped his shoulder and shook him. It made him pull away, growling fiercely at being interrupted.
“I won’t let you eat me, Naruto.” Black eyes, slightly bloodshot, lined with trepidation and toned-down aggression.
“That’s not what I want.” He spoke without thinking, but the words sounded right. He was fixated on Sasuke now, the threat of visiting Hinata lost in the haze. He knew he could get what he wanted, needed, right here.
“You don’t want this?” There was a smile in Sasuke’s voice, even as his serious face glanced down. Naruto’s eyes followed to where a pale hand slid down a toned stomach. Sasuke moved, circling around Naruto, staying away from the door, making Naruto turn to track him as he nudged his pants low. It was then he returned, crowding into Naruto’s personal space, daring the game he knew he wasn’t going to escape from. He was in too deep already. “Bratty alpha,” he hissed into Naruto’s ear, then bolted away. Naruto took half a second to move past the forgotten pants pooled on the floor, pouncing after the pale body, toppling Sasuke just short of the bed. At the bared teeth Sasuke let his body fall limp, closing his eyes and slamming a door against reality.

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Sasuke groaned as he tumbled to the floor. He winced, glancing out the window. It was barely sunrise, the light cold in its late winter intensity. His body ached, like after a long day of vicious sparring, but his back felt plain raw. He wondered, briefly, how many scars would decorate his body from his night with Naruto. He grit his teeth as he stood up, and headed for the shower. He knew there wasn’t going to be any more sleep for him. Might as well get clean from last night, and see if the hot water would help relax sore muscles.
He was still relaxing under pounding hot water fifteen minutes later when Naruto knocked on the bathroom door. Sasuke grunted a response. “I just wanted to make sure you were ok.” Naruto cracked open the door but didn’t bother coming in. “If you need me to check your back, I think that was the worst of it.” Sasuke stared at the pale tile of the shower wall, before mumbling an acknowledgement. He would probably have to have Naruto check his back. He was ignoring the finger-sized bruises on his hips, and there was no way he was going to see a random medic to get himself healed. If he absolutely had to, he could talk to Hinata, or Sakura. But only if the damage needed proper attention.
He was really hoping he didn’t need anything healed. It was just sore muscles, right? He scrubbed off quickly before exiting and dragging himself to the mirror in the bathroom. He presented most of his back to the mirror, dropped the towel, and craned his neck around, much to the complaint of the muscles. There were several deep scratches adorning his back and ribs, bruises that littered his body. It didn’t look the bruises from a little rough sex. It looked like he’d been beaten up. Well, except for the bruises on his hips that were clearly from someone gripping him too hard. Those screamed sex.
With a sigh he leaned against the counter, silently channeling chakra to his hand. He flexed his fingers, tried again. The familiar tingle didn’t reach his fingertips. He was low on chakra. He sulked for a moment before looping the towel back around his hips and emerging back to the bedroom. Clothes had been dropped on the bed. He let himself collapse to the bed and breathed through the rush of brilliant pain before shimmying into his boxers and pants. He didn’t bother with the shirt, instead sprawling across the bed and trying to convince himself that yes, he needed to have at least Naruto look at it. Probably Hinata. At least she would understand and not ask a lot of questions. He wasn’t going to be able to heal anything himself until his chakra reserves came back. He closed his eyes, reminded himself firmly he’d dealt with far worse pain than this before, and levered himself off the bed.
He wasn’t exactly sure how he came to be on the floor, with Naruto looking down at him, concern obvious in the dual-colored eyes. He could vaguely feel the pressure of a hand at his waist, and the numbing, throbbing sensation of healing chakra seeping into his body. “You are a stubborn idiot, and lucky you didn’t break your head.”
Sasuke snorted. “You’re the idiot. I’m only stubborn.” It’s back to familiar ground, after the rough and less familiar night. There’s a smirk trying to form on Sasuke’s lips, slowed by the dull throbbing in his lower back. He groaned when Naruto pulled away, itching for more release from the throbbing pain that’s building in his body but too damn proud to ask for it. But Naruto hooked his hands under him, flipping him over in a rough manner that stung, but then fingers dug hard into his skin as the chakra poured back into his body. He could feel the difference in the burn- this dose was laced heavily with the fox’s chakra, and it burnt into him with the same zeal it healed. A stray thought flashed through him, why the chakra was healing him and not marring his body, but he couldn’t keep it. Naruto’s other hand was sliding up his back in a manner that was possessive, and Sasuke grunted. He could only hope Naruto wouldn’t want a repeat performance. Not right now. The burning tingles faded after another couple moments. Naruto helped him roll back onto his back with far more consideration than the first time.
“Feeling better?” A few months ago Sasuke would have bet there’d be sheepish apology on Naruto’s face. Now there was only vague sympathy and an edge of possessive lust. It made Sasuke wonder how hard Naruto would resist from now on. Not as much as before, he’d bet.
“Better.” He took the offered hand and eased himself up off the floor. This time only the scratches warned him they were still present, but they’d been dulled, probably mostly healed. The bolder pain from before had faded to a dim throb. He could move without having to focus past the pain- which he could do, but this was better. He let go of Naruto and rolled his shoulders, feeling things shift and settle. Once he felt a bit more like himself, he offered Naruto a slight smirk. “Lunch. You’re treating. You owe me.”
The resulting grumbling complaint helped settle ‘normal’ around them again. Sasuke grabbed his shirt and followed in Naruto’s wake, the lingering sensations in his body sharpening his attention on the blonde. He couldn’t afford to let Naruto go so long before he snapped again. Especially if his own mood swings became trigger events.
He sighed and led Naruto off to the ramen stand.

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Thanks to Katrin, for looking over the raw of this and pointing out my few mistakes. :3

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