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Claim Me	By : t69 Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 5720 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Prologue, Part 1
- 2-Prologue, Part 2
- 3-Part 1
- 4-Part 2
- 5-Part 3
- 6-Part 4
- 7-Part 5
- 8-Part 6
- 9-Part 7
- 10-Part 8
- 11-Part 9
- 12-Part 10
- 13-Part 11
- 14-Part 12
- 15-Part 13
- 16-Part 14
- 17-Part 15
- 18-Part 16
- 19-Part 17
- 20-Part 18
- 21-Part 19
- 22-Part 20
- 23-Part 21
- 24-Part 22
- 25-Part 23
- 26-Part 24
- 27-Part 25
- 28-Part 26
- 29-Part 27
- 30-Part 28
- 31-Part 29
- 32-Part 30
- 33-Part 31
- 34-Part 32
- 35-Part 33
- 36-Part 34
- 37-Part 35
- 38-Part 36
- 39-Epilogue
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Owa: The pairing for this universe is Naruto/Hinata. I've had a storyline in my mind for some time now. It's a matter of finding the time to write it.

A weak knock awakened Eiji from his morning nap. He groaned slightly and rose from the sofa he had been lounging on, wincing as his ass stung a bit. He looked at his wall clock and noted that it was just a little past nine o' clock.
The medical-nin who had attended to him last night had suggested that he be brought to a better facility, but given the nature of his injury, he opted to just have her heal what she could and let the rest of the healing occur naturally. She managed to repair everything, but said that the soreness would be present for at least a couple more days and that he should rest for at least that long a period. Taking painkillers certainly trumped going to Kiri's hospital and divulging the entire story. That would've been mortifying.
Another series of knocks broke him out of his musings. "I'm coming! Don't get your panties in a bunch!" he yelled, annoyed. He ambled to the entrance of his modest apartment barefoot and clad only in sweatpants that hung low on his hips. His only visitors were his fellow bartenders and a few of the bouncers so he never really bothered to make himself presentable whenever he answered the door.
He swung the door open and suddenly wished he didn't have such a habit.
Outside the door stood Kyoko, dressed in a form-fitting, long-sleeved red turtleneck, low-rise jeans and brown leather boots. Her onyx eyes widened slightly at his state of undress, trailing ever so swiftly over his ripped pecs, eight-pack abs and the trail of dark hair disappearing into the waistband of his pants before going back up to his face. Any other time, he would've teased her about it, but not today. He immediately noted the redness and puffiness of her lids.
She had been crying.
Immediately, the former king rushed forward and placed a hand on each shoulder. The club owner gasped at the contact but didn't shy away from his touch. He squeezed gently, comfortingly. "What happened?" he asked, his voice faltering slightly in concern. Dread settled in his gut. Jin had been furious about what had happened with Mikoto. Could he have…
The bartender saw red and cursed out loud, startling the older woman. "Was it Jin?" he said in a low voice, "Did he hurt you?" Guilt immediately gnawed at his stomach. He shouldn't have mentioned Kyoko at all. He should've said it was all him. But what would he have gained with it? Jin wouldn't have bought it either way.
"They're gone…" the raven-haired beauty murmured in a quiet voice.
The amber-eyed hunk frowned. "What?"
"The three kings," Kyoko clarified, her lips trembling slightly, "All of them. They're gone."
A pang speared at Eiji''s chest. So the ridiculously hung men whom Kyoko regularly bedded had vanished and she was crying because of them. He bottled up his emotions and forced a smile. He rubbed his hands up and down her arms, cursing his cock for twitching as he did so. "You'll find others…" he said.
The onyx-eyed woman looked at him as though he had just confessed to murder. "And where the hell can I find three gorgeous, well-built men with thirteen-, eleven- and ten-and-a-half inch cocks that shoot cum like fucking geysers!?" she blurted out just as Eiji's sixty-five-year-old neighbor reached her door, carrying a bag of groceries.
The former king blushed as the old lady arched a white brow and smiled mirthfully. "Uh, maybe you should come inside so we can talk more privately," he said to the club owner, tugging gently at her hand. She complied. He closed the door behind her and followed.
The raven-haired beauty stood in the middle of the apartment, her gaze wandering.
'Maybe this wasn't such a good idea,' the brown-haired stud thought, his blush deepening as the older woman took in the chaotic whirlpool that was his home. "Um, sorry about the mess," he muttered, grabbing a pizza box, several bags of chips and a couple of bottles of beer from the central table of the living room.
He disappeared into his kitchen to put them in a trash bag. His noted the mold that was starting to grow inside the other pizza boxes… that were two weeks old. He mentally noted to never let Kyoko visit this room. He'd been meaning to get cleaning service, but had put it off time and again, since the guys who usually hung out didn't mind as they were all slobs themselves.
He emerged, hoping that the pungent smell didn't cling to his skin. He smelled his armpit. Thank goodness he had showered early that morning. He had planned to skip it today as his ass was hurting like a bitch at the time.
He retuned to the living room and saw that Kyoko had taken a seat on one end of the sofa, eyeing the small orange bottle of pills he had left near a lampshade. He went to the other end and sat, biting back a whimper as his tender rump sank into the brown-leather-clad cushion.
The club owner's eyes were downcast. "I'm sorry," she said in barely a whisper, "Because of me, you got hurt. I'm sorry."
Eiji smiled and thumped his chest. "It was nothing," he said confidently, "I've had worse."
"No, you haven't," the ebony-haired woman shot back in a louder voice, "Cut the macho attitude. I saw the tablets. The medical-nin prescribed you etoricoxib, and I know for a fact it's one of the strongest painkillers that aren't related to opioids. If she gave you that, the pain must be..." She trailed, her eyes glazing with tears.
The former king was beside her in an instant, biting back the yelp that came from moving to quickly. He held her hands in his much larger ones. "I'm okay."
"She said your insides were torn apart and you were lucky your… What was it? Serosa? Uh, whatever, held, so your poop didn't leak into your abdomen. If it had, she would've had to c-cut you o-open and…" The dark-eyed woman stammered, clearly frightened of the thought.
"Well, having two monster cocks up your ass when you've never put in anything other than a finger or two in there can do that."
Kyoko's face hardened. "I'm happy I fired that son of a bitch," she said, seething.
"Well, technically, what we did to his girl was awful so he had the right to—" The amber-eyed hunk paused. "Wait. You fired him?"
A nod of concurrence. "He hurt you. I was so angry at him. Fine, what I did to Mikoto was terrible, but he shouldn't have hurt you."
The bartender was stunned. Jin's appearance had made profits almost quadruple.
The older woman knew what he was thinking. "Even with him gone, I'd still have Kyosuke and Kai, or at least I thought I would."
"What happened?" Eiji asked.
The club owner's shoulders sagged. "They just disappeared," she recounted, "Kyosuke didn't show up after his solo and Kai just vanished from the medical-nin's clinic, though he left a wad of bills to cover for the treatment he had received." Her hands grasped the hunk's tightly. "Some of the patrons got angry, saying I shouldn't have shown 'goods' that weren't available. They left without even bidding on any of the princes. My profit last night was the lowest in years. I'm ruined. I don't think I'll recover from this." She began crying anew.
The brown-haired hunk pulled her towards him, cradling her face against his chest. The way to the top had been difficult and tiring. He knew, as he had watched her every step of the way. "You will. Don't you ever doubt that," the brown-haired hunk murmured confidently as he dragged a hand up and down her back. "Taichi's a handsome fellow, and his cock's what? Nine inches? That's still bigger than the main star in all the other establishments. The closest is probably that guy from Cockfight and his is just eight and a quarter. But if you need someone with a bigger cock, I can probably—"
"No. You're mine."
The bartender heart thumped at the sheer possessiveness her voice held.
The raven-haired beauty began tracing circles on the man's pecs, reveling in the feel of hard steel under smooth, tanned skin. The tattoo shifted slightly as the muscles rippled under her touch, making it appear alive. "For the longest time, I've tried to act aloof. Because of my past, I've... never felt worthy of being loved..."
The amber-eyed stud bristled. "Bullshit!" he spat out more vehemently than he had intended. "You did what you had to do to survive," he said, stroking the angle of her jaw with his callused hands, "You didn't lie down and wail like a child. You fought. You clawed your way to financial stability. You are beautiful and you have balls of steel. Um, figuratively, of course. Any man would be lucky to have you."
Kyoko leaned into his hand, color rising in her cheeks. "Still, I felt broken, used. Nobody wants damaged goods," she rambled, her voice flat, "And then Jin came."
Eiji bit his lip at the mention of the well-endowed man's name—the man who the woman beside him had become obsessed with.
"It's true, his sexual prowess has left me utterly speechless, and for a while, I really did believe that I had fallen for him. I mean, who wouldn't? The man is masculine beauty personified; sex incarnate. But after the... incident last night, he spoke to me and made me realize that my obsession with him was something different entirely."
The former king's heart thundered in his chest, but kept his face impassive. He nodded, urging her to continue.
The older woman inhaled deeply, the musky scent of the man embracing her sending tingles down her spine. "Jin said that I felt the need to claim him as a trophy just as many of my former clients had done to me in the past, just to show that I've... 'risen above,' so to speak. Once I owned him, I'd be on the other side of the transaction—the one calling the shots," she narrated. She chuckled slightly. "He was right. Who would've thought a guy like him would come up with stuff like that?"
The brunet sniggered briefly as well. "Hey, as passé as this sounds, you shouldn't judge a book by its cover," he countered. "Not all 'men like him' have soup for brains, you know?" he muttered in mock indignation.
The raven-eyed beauty smacked him playfully. After about half a minute, she continued, the redness of her face deepening in color. "He mentioned something about you too."
"Hmm?"
"He said you haven't slept with anyone else after we met," Kyoko recounted, "I told him it was ludicrous. Not with all the young and gorgeous women throwing themselves at you." She looked up at him, requesting clarification.
It was the amber-eyed hunk's turn to redden. He cleared his throat and picked imaginary lint from her red shirt. "Yeah," he murmured after a few seconds of discomfiture, "It's true."
A pause.
"Why?"
Eiji's eyes searched Kyoko's. She knew. "Because I love you," he said firmly, "I've loved you for twelve fucking years, and every year, as you fought your way to the top, it kept growing. I haven't slept with any other woman because I already sleep with the one woman I want to lay beside with for the rest of my life."
The club owner felt her heart rate triple. "Why haven't you said anything?" the club owner inquired breathlessly.
"I suppose I didn't want to mess up what we already had. We hang out and joke around like the old friends everybody makes us out to be, albeit with benefits. We sleep together and cuddle for hours. Kami, Kyoko, nothing feels more right than when I'm inside you, when you scream my name as you cum, when we cuddle and bask in the afterglow…"
"Eiji…"
The well-built brunet continued. "But what would a business owner like you possibly want from a lowly bartender like me. I've nothing but my body to offer, and as I grow older, even that will—"
A finger found itself on the former king's lips, effectively cutting him off. It was quickly replaced by soft, full lips. He moaned deeply into the kiss as his partner's tongue penetrated his mouth. His tongue slid skilfully against hers in an erotic dance. He felt her soft breasts against him through the thin fabric of her shirt as she pawed at the broad planes of his back.
The raven-haired beauty's left hand slid to the front, feeling the steely muscles of the man's chest. Kami, he was rock solid. She allowed the hand to travel south, past washboard abs, to land on the thick beast that tented the man's sweats obscenely. 'Commando, huh? I suppose that means I have one less garment to worry about,' she thought naughtily as she gave the massive pillar of flesh a good squeeze.
The bartender tore his lips off his lover's. "Fuck," he groaned as her hand stroked him through the cotton fabric. 'Two can play that game,' he thought. He dove for her breasts, biting and nipping her nipples through her red top.
"K-kami!" the onyx-eyed woman gasped. "Bed… Now…" The well-built man lifted her as if she weighed nothing and stumbled towards his bedroom. She wrapped her legs around his midsection and pulled her red turtleneck over her head. She cursed slightly as the sleeves got tangled. The cool air hit her heated skin, making her shiver. Her skilled partner lowered her slightly, rubbing his straining erection against her core. She mewled in delight and placed both hands on his muscular ass, pulling hard so as to increase the pressure.
The amber-eyed hunk winced.
"Shit!" Kyoko cried in alarm, "Kami, I'm sorry! I should've known it's still tender! Did the medical-nin give you some sort of ointment for it? Put me down. I can—" She was cut off when she found herself being dumped unceremoniously onto a king-sized bed. She looked up at Eiji, who stood at the foot of the bed, panting heavily and sporting a thin sheen of sweat. His muscles were taut with anticipation and his cock threatened to tear a hole through his sweats.
He was utterly delectable.
"A little sting's not gonna stop me," the brown-haired man growled as he placed both hands on his waistband and pulled.
Despite the lust that shot through the club owner's body, she leaned forward and asked, "Are you really okay? We can wait until you're better."
"It throbs a bit, yeah," the hung stud admitted. He wrapped a hand around his twitching cock and stroked, throwing his head back as pleasure thrummed in his system. "This hurts so much more, though. Kyoko, I need you now. I can't wait any longer. If I don't sink inside you soon, I might fucking die."
"Don't you even dare mention dying!" the black-haired beauty exclaimed, fear and panic replacing her desire in an instant. "When I saw you last night, my heart literally stopped. You were so still! And your breaths were so shallow! Ryōta had told me what had happened onstage and I thought you were bleeding internally!" A small sob escaped her lips.
The amber-eyed bartender was beside her in an instant. He held her tenderly. "Sorry, I didn't mean to upset you. It's okay. I'm okay," he whispered in a soothing voice, "I'm not going anywhere." He brushed his lips against the tears that stained her face before reclaiming her lips.
The heat in Kyoko's loins returned tenfold. She broke the contact between their lips and moved back a few inches, giving herself some room to take her pants off. She broke a nail while fumbling over the damned button and didn't even spare a thought. After a few seconds, she succeeded in unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans. She was about to pull it off when a couple of larger hands beat hers in gripping the edges. Her impatient lover yanked forcefully, nearly shredding her lacy panties and pants apart.
Eiji grumbled as he quickly realized his folly. He hadn't removed her boots. He slid them off hurriedly and tugged the denim and lace all the way, throwing all items behind him. He was about to bury his face at the apex of the onyx-eyed beauty's thighs when a thought came to mind. A salacious grin appeared on his lips.
The older woman eyed her hung lover as he scrambled off the bed and returned after several seconds. She bit back a giggle as the hunky brunet grabbed a foot. She was a bit ticklish in that particular spot. She watched as her boots were replaced and shook her head. The kinky bastard...
Amber eyes looked back, twinkling with mischief. "What?" he said, "These are frickin' fuck-me boots, and I intend to use them as such."
The raven-haired vixen bit her lip at the lewd imagery his words conjured. Once he had slipped on both items, he moved forward with the grace of a predator, eyes focused on her sacred spot. She subconsciously opened her thighs as he came nearer and ever nearer. The feeling of her breath against her nether lips caused her to tremble.
And then his tongue touched her clit.
"Holy fuck!" she wheezed, her back arching. She hadn't cum yet, but that single gesture rocketed her inches from the edge.
Realizing she was close, Eiji stalled a bit. He went down, avoiding the sensitive nub, and kissed her plump labia. He splayed them open, revealing her tantalizing opening. He kissed it playfully before he drove his tongue into the tight, wet heat.
Kyoko seized as he fucked her with his tongue. When he drove two fingers into her and stroked her clit with his thumb, her world broke into a million pieces.
The well-built bartender lifted his gaze to the rapture-bound vixen as she came, his fingers and tongue continuing their pumping motion. He watched with bated breath as her mouth opened slightly at the pained awareness of bliss. He groaned as his huge fuckstick twitched, itching to be enveloped in the wonderful channel that now gripped his tongue and fingers in a heavenly caress.
The club owner mewled as she came down from her high. The flush on her face and chest remained as she took in huge gulps of air. Curiously, the ripped stud remained comfortably seated between her legs, lapping at her cunt like his life depended on it. No, that wouldn't do at all. She needed something way bigger. "Eiji, come on," she whined, "I thought you couldn't wait to fuck me."
The amber-eyed hunk broke from his daze. "Uh, yeah," he mumbled, "I did say that. Sorry, I caught a glimpse of your cunt and I couldn't help myself." His luscious lips formed a smile. It was initially sheepish but quickly turned mischievous. He gave her dripping love tunnel a small kiss before allowing his tongue to trail upwards, past her sensitive clit, up her flat stomach, then between her breasts and finally landing on her mouth.
The raven-haired woman felt another surge of heat as she tasted herself on his tongue. She sucked gently at his lower lip, nipping and biting the soft flesh that was glazed with her essence. She felt her lover's monstrous fuckstick slide against her slit and gasped. "Eiji," she murmured throatily.
Eiji moved faster at the mention of his name. He grasped his thick shaft and aligned the large tip at his lover's entrance. He pushed, feeling the supple flesh yield. He trembled as he sank deeper and deeper into Kyoko's body. "So good," he whispered almost reverently. He withdrew slowly and slammed back in, making the onyx-eyed beauty screech. He repeated the movement over and over, each time, gathering speed and power until the lovely woman was reduced into a mindless writhing mass underneath him.
"A-ah! Yes! Oh, right ther— Fuck! Harder! Harder, Eiji!" the raven-haired beauty wailed as nine and three quarters inches of thick, steely flesh pierced her core. She wrapped her arms around the handsome bartender's broad torso, pulling him towards her, obliterating whatever infinitesimal space existed. She relished his sweat-soaked abs as they rippled with every powerful stroke. Every thrust sent pleasure careening to every nerve ending. She felt something coil deep within her core. "Fuck! I-I'm clo— Ah!" she screamed incoherently.
The brown-haired hunk would have smiled had his mouth not been busy nibbling at the lovely woman's neck. The neighbors were getting quite a show given how loud his lover was being. Without even missing a beat, he pulled back and swung her left leg so that both legs were on his left side.
"Oh shit! Oh yes!" the black-haired beauty cried, "Deeper, Eiji! Harder!"
The hung bartender grunted in effort as he drove his massive cock into his lover with everything he had. His hips slammed with against hers with tremendous force, producing a sexual metronome set to prestissimo. His bed creaked in protest at the sheer power of his hips. With his right hand, he palmed her glorious glutes, relishing the firm flesh that lay beneath her milky skin. His left hand snaked to her breasts, pinching the nipples into erection.
The gorgeous club owner's eyes shot open as the coil wound impossibly tight. She grasped at her skilled lover's forearms hard. "Kiss me!" she commanded.
Without hesitation, the amber-eyed stud dove forward to claim her lips, her body, all of her. She stiffened as she came, her walls exerting heavenly pressure on his rock-hard cock from every angle. He wanted to last longer, but alas, his lover's orgasm pushed him over the edge as well. With one final thrust, he buried himself impossibly deep and felt the universe converge at his groin. Searing-hot cum traveled from the depths of his loins and through his cock before bursting from the tip and crashing against his lover's quivering walls. His thighs shook in effort as they tried to keep him from collapsing while unparalleled ecstasy pulsed from his cock outwards to every cell of his body.
After what seemed like an eternity, the orgasm finally ended for the both of them. The kiss had gone from blistering and hot to sweet and tender.
Eiji rolled to the side, his half-erect member sliding out from between Kyoko's nether lips as he did. He propped his head on one elbow and gazed adoringly at his still-flushed lover. "Wow," he muttered when his breathing had finally evened out, "That was…"
"Yeah," the club owner murmured dazedly in response. She turned towards him and was immediately enveloped by his warmth and strength. She hummed appreciatively. "Eiji…"
"Hmm?"
"Let's go to the clinic later to have your sterility seal removed."
The ripped bartender's eyes widened. He pulled back a little to look at his lover, surprise clearly etched on his handsome features.
The raven-haired vixen gazed at his face. Kami, he truly was a gorgeous man. And she was all hers. She smiled. "Why so surprised?"
The amber-eyed man continued staring for a few more seconds, causing the woman beside him to giggle. It was a beautiful sound that tickled the very depths of his chest. He tried to process the implications. "Are you saying…?" he trailed.
Onyx eyes rolled. "Yes, we'll see if this old hag can still get pregnant," the beautiful woman said with a snort. "You do want a kid, right?" she inquired.
"Yes," Eiji replied, "Yes, of course."
"Good," Kyoko replied. She inched closer and whispered coyly in his ear, "Considering your stamina... I've no doubt I'll get pregnant in the next few hours or days. If I can still get pregnant, that is. Nonetheless, that probably means I'll have to arrange the marriage quickly. I may run a whore house, but that doesn't mean I don't have standards when it comes to these things. Besides, I want our kid to carry your name without any questions."
The well-built brunet's mind whirled with all the information. Did he just get proposed to by his boss?
"You okay there, Eiji?" the club owner asked worriedly, her tone laced with amusement.
After a few seconds, everything sank in. A brilliant smile lit up the well-endowed bartender's face. "Yes! Kami, yes!" he exclaimed as he pulled the woman in a bone-crushing embrace.
The ebony-haired woman smiled back as she stroked his broad back, still slick with sweat from their recent activities. Against her thigh, she felt the half-erect slab of man-meat go full mast in the span of a second. Kami, his endurance was truly incredible. It hadn't been five minutes and he was ready to go again.
"We don't have to be by the clinic until around four," the amber-eyed stud murmured provocatively against her ear, "That gives us over six hours of free time. Whatever do we do with it?"
Kyoko rolled both of them so that she was on top and straddling Eiji. She traced a path down his chest and abs, savoring the sensation of his powerful muscles as they twitched under her touch. She grabbed the massive pillar of steely flesh between his thighs and guided it towards her dripping pussy. She lowered herself and felt the large head breach her entrance. She threw her head back and hissed at the marvelous stretch. She looked down impishly. "What indeed?"

Author's Notes: I know you guys are dying to know what happened to Kiba, the scroll, and Kyosuke, and that is precisely why I wrote this brief interlude. *evil laughter* Seriously, though, all will be revealed very soon. Just hang on. The ride's just about finished.
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