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ᗰOᑎᔕTEᖇ	By : Sessakag Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female > Naruto/Hinata Views: 44706 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter Fifty-Four
Lean On Me

June 9, 2010

‘Sakura,
The Otsutsuki are formidable adversaries, investigating such enemies requires nothing less than full vigilance and shrewd preparedness. I assure you that I undertake each information gathering expedition with a heightened awareness, however I am grateful for your concern. I was disheartened to read the unfortunate circumstances occurring within the village. Please extend my condolences to Shino. I cannot say we are friends but we are both shinobi of Konoha.
Comrades.
I cannot contemplate walking such a road, of losing a core part of ones self. His life is forever changed and it is beyond tragic, not just for Shino himself, but for his family, his clan and the village as a whole. There is still the arduous task of treating his declining health, in this he is fortunate to have you presiding over his care. I understand treatment is limited, that his aliment is serious and grievous yet I am confident that you will find a solution to improve his quality of life as much as humanly possible.
I believe in you.
Likewise, I hope Ino makes a prudent recovery. I remember well the bond you two shared. I regret that I cannot offer my support to you in person, but I hope that you are able to draw strength and encouragement through our letter exchanges. I know your grief is great, and stress incredibly high, but better days will prevail. Until that time arrives, take each day, each challenge, one step at a time.
You are strong, Sakura.
Never doubt that.
Sasuke.’
Turning tired eyes from the words on the page, Tsunade’s apprentice contemplated reading through the words a fifth time. As though she could plug the holes in her heart with naught but ink on paper. She hadn’t expected a correspondence so soon, but was so grateful it had.
She hadn’t slept more than a few hours last night. Not a great way to start a morning she planned to woman up and finally reunite, face to face with Ino.
She was back home under the watchful supervision of her boyfriend.
Stable.
Functioning.
Ignorant.
Ino’s memory of that fateful, violent act upon a child had been wiped completely from her recollection. For all intents and purposes, Yumiko’s murder never happened.
It made her…angry.
Resentful that she was to be alone in this trauma. Sickened with herself for wishing Ino remembered that atrocity for her own selfish reasons. Blinking back tears, Sakura sucked in a breath. Despite feeling the way she felt, she was grateful the Yamanaka had seen fit to take it from her friend. Ino didn’t deserve to fester in that kind of hell…
But goddammit, she didn’t want to be in it by herself.
xxxxxx
“Hmmm…”
Curious pearl eyes watched as he chewed, a small plate and fork suspended in each hand as she waited.
A frown curved his lips downward as he swallowed.
It was fucking delicious and he hated it! His fiancée giggled as he gave a heavy, frustrated, over the top, dramatically extended sigh.
“Can’t we just have a cake buffet, Hinata?” he huffed, “I like all of them! How am I supposed to pick just one? I can’t even pick a top five! Unless one of these cakes are ramen flavored, I’m at a lost! My vote, a buffet?”
Laughter reached his ears.
“Naruto-kun, no one has more than one cake at their wedding,” she chided, happiness curving her lips, “we have to decide on one.”
“That’s bullshit, why the hell not? One wedding cake per wedding, who came up with that dumb rule? Why not be trend setters then? Its our wedding.” he pouted, “we can do whatever the hell we wanna do.”
Shaking her head, Hinata turned back to the table, studying the cake samples. The hundreds of goddamn cake samples that were all too fucking good for him to make up his mind. Finally getting around to their tasting appointment, Naruto had expected to coast through this tasty little wedding chore no problem. Breeze through some delicious sweets and cross one more task off their list.
How naive he’d been.
It took them over an hour to settle out a design. They were quickly approaching the second hour and still hadn’t narrowed down cake flavors to a top ten. He watched her pick up another miniature plate, this one oozing a pretty deep red in the middle.
“What about this one, Naruto-kun?”
The best part of this whole aggravating experience had arrived again.
His beautiful siren feeding him delicious forkfuls of cake. Draped in halter top sundress that traced her curves and fluttered several inches above her knees, blazing his favorite color yet again, long dark hair swept and clipped to the left, she was positively radiant today. Gorgeous, sensual, innocent and bewitching. All that was hard enough to deal with alone, add on cake feeding, and he was in another realm of paradise.
“The raspberry is delicious,” she suggested before leaning forward and feeding it to him, “it looks a lot like my raspberry lipstick you like.”
Blue heat blazing back at her, Naruto licked his lips.
“White chocolate cake,” she explained softly, “raspberry filling, white chocolate buttercream icing.”
Cream…
“I like cream, dattebayo,” he muttered back, zeroed in on her lips, “you like cream too.”
Her cheeks reddened.
“B-Buttercream, Naruto-kun. Not-”
“You like my cream better.”
“T-That’s n-not-”
“I love your cream.”
“Y-you’re getting side tracked Naruto-kun-”
“How goes the taste testing?” their gracious wedding cake designer interrupted, his face warm and enthusiastic, “anything tickle your fancy? Would you like to try the other flavors?”
“Nope, we’re going with the cream, ‘ttebayo.”
“H-H-He means n-number twenty-two,” the flustered Hyuuga corrected, gesturing to the cake in her hand.
“Excellent choice, I’ll have this table cleared, get you to sign some paperwork and you’ll be all set. Once again, congratulations on your impending nuptials.”
With a bow, the designer bustled away.
Safely alone, Hinata placed the cake on the table and buried her hot face in her hands. Chuckling, Naruto dug in his pocket, threw an arm around his fiancée and gave her shoulders a playful nudge.
“Hey, Princess, look up.”
She shook her head.
“Awwww, come on sweetheart, just for a second. Gotta surprise for ya.”
With a cute sigh, those little hands came down, and she looked up, pearlescent orbs frozen as she took in the orange rectangle he held above them.
“Say creammmm,” he urged.
That picture was definitely one for the books.
Devious vulpine grin, mischievous yet heated cerulean orbs gleaming, Naruto’s elated face was a stark contrast to the stunned, red faced, wide eyed woman that managed to include her finger tip in the snapshot as she reached for the camera.
After receiving a very adorable butterfly scolding about his inappropriate behavior by his very flustered lover, Naruto kissed her pretty lips as many times as he could before the two separated for the afternoon. He pouted as she waved one last time, blew him a kiss and strutted down the busy street in the direction of the Hyuuga compound. He watched as she the crowd swept her away, blue orbs helplessly drawn to the plump bottom bouncing a unique goodbye, smoldering gaze tracing the deliciously enticing sway in her lush hips.
He always hated when she left but damn did he love watching her walk away.
With a love sick sigh, Naruto folded his arms behind his head and wandered the opposite way.
His sunshine was gone, now there wasn’t any excuse not to traverse the darkness. He sighed again, turning pensive baby blues to the sky that was nowhere near as vivid as his own.
No more stalling.
Shikamaru was due for a lunch break soon, assuming he didn’t work straight through it again. If the diligent adviser wasn’t busy, now was the time to catch him, though he wouldn’t hold his breath. Ever since the ‘train your ass off mandate’, shit had picked up in the Hokage tower. Strings were being pulled in the background, secret meetings being held, stockpiles replenished, and a bunch of other crap that made his head spin.
All important stuff.
It made his desire to speak with Konoha’s genus about the ‘Kiba’s in love with Hinata’ situation feel a bit petty and unimportant. Despite that, he knew he needed to have this conversation so he could go on to have a conversation with Kiba himself. The wedding was rapidly approaching, time was running out to resolve all this before the big event. Naruto had a pretty good idea of how he wanted to handle the problem but really needed a second opinion.
He needed to talk to Shikamaru.
This was one of the times he wished Sasuke was still in the village.
Catching up with him on his last return home had given the blonde that sense of connection and harmony that alway bloomed between them, and even if Sasuke couldn’t really help him much, the guy had zero relationship experience after all, just being able to chew his ear off about it would’ve sufficed.
Thinking back to the letter he’d gotten this morning, that moody Uchiha bastard deserved nothing less than to sit there and listen to him bitch and moan.
‘Idiot
From now on, Hinata is a banned subject of discussion in your letters unless you are conveying a topic of importance regarding her health, chakra or life event any normal human being would deem notable.
That brings me to the next ground rule.
You are clearly not a normal human being, You are a pathetic love sick, overly obsessed empty headed imbecile with a frightening fixation on the Hyuuga heiress, thus your judgment in what qualifies as a ‘life event any normal human being would deem notable’ is untrustworthy, unreliable and unreasonable, so have Sakura screen your letters before you send them to me.
Speaking of Sakura, I’ve already written to her, your delusional threat of ‘kicking my ass’ was unnecessary. Should you require another demonstration in the difference of power between us, then I will happily remind you.
Sorry to hear about Shino and Ino both, I’ve already asked Sakura to send condolences. I’m going to assume from the fact that you spent the majority of the letter salivating over your fiancée that you and Kurama are no worse for wear after you encounter with 504.
That might not always be the case. Don’t be reckless, dobe.
Send my regards to Hinata.
Sasuke.’
Naruto rolled his eyes.
Trying to stop him from talking about Hinata was like trying to stop the earth from spinning. His woman was beautiful, amazing, an angel that got lost on her way back to heaven, how the fuck could anybody resist running their mouth about such a creature?
He shrugged.
He’d learn just like the rest of ‘em.
His friends had given up trying to break him of the habit. That jackass was smart, Naruto was sure he’d get the memo eventually and suffer his Hina obsession with grace.
xxxxxx
There it was again.
Tiny feet, pointed and hairy.
Crawling over her skin in disgusting pinpricks. Jaw tightening, Ino struggled not to give vent to the discomfort. Fingers curling, the struggling blonde willed herself not to scratch. Not to flail in a series of undignified twitches in a desperate urge to rid her skin of crawling insects.
There was nothing there.
She had checked again and again and again.
There was nothing crawling on her, but she felt like there was.
Between phantom creeping along her skin and the grating ringing in her ears, the Yamanaka felt ready to rip her silky hair from her skull. Over the last few days, the psyche kunoichi had finally began to feel somewhat normal. Like she hadn’t spent two weeks fighting an alien presence within the confines of her formidable mind. Times like this left her wondering how many cracks remained in her consciousness. She was out of sorts and more than a little jittery. She knew her mind was fuckin with her but her body was screaming that it wasn’t.
Movement at her side brought her back to reality. A hand wrapped around her own, even as its owner continued speaking quietly to the man across from them.
Inside a maelstrom of discomfort, Ino latched onto the comfort the man beside her brought.
Love of her life.
Her other half.
And as of two days ago, her fiancé.
She was beside herself with the news, caught between an unending happiness and painful vulnerability. Her suffering at the fodder’s hands had rattled her steely nerved lover. She had never seen that look on his face, never seen that look in his eyes, never heard that tenor in his voice in all the years she’d known him. She may have been the target of that alien spawn, but she hadn’t been its only victim.
He’d cried in that room with her.
Begged forgiveness for leaving that day at site 9.
She’d told him how ridiculous it was that he was apologizing. That he felt completing his mission and leaving her in the hands of people he knew loved and would care for her, somehow equated to abandonment was absurd. No matter how many times she told him, not matter which way she explained it, her poor painter refused to slide from beneath the boulder of guilt. In the midst of her telling him she didn’t blame him for anything, that they were shinobi, that duty could and would draw them from the side of people they loved, he’d sprung it on her.
A demand for matrimony.
A plea to join her life to his permanently.
And she sat there, dumbfounded, in her starchy white hospital gown, in a room that smelled anesthetic and as unromantic as possible, love, happiness and deep searing rightness bloomed in her chest. So potent and heady she’d struggled to draw breath.
Ironic that she would find herself on the receiving end of a spur of the moment proposal.
A joke from the Gods themselves that she’d uttered the same word Hinata Hyuuga had to that naked blonde in the kitchen.
Yes.
She hadn’t told anyone yet, not even Sakura but she was dying to. Finding the pinkette was turning out to be a challenge she hadn’t thought to encounter.
Her pink haired bestie was MIA.
She was itching to talk to her, to draw comfort from her friend, and return the gesture.
Shino needed help and Sakura was at the forefront of his care. It made sense that she was too busy to see the recovering Yamanaka. She understood that, but had it not been for Sai, she had no idea what she would have done with herself. Sakura and Sai, they were her pillars, her steady rocks. She needed them now more than ever.
Having her lover kept her afloat for now, but she knew they were on borrowed time.
At some point, Sai was going to have to return to his duties, and they’d either see him home sporadic at best or gone from the village entirely.
Without Sakura at her side, she couldn’t stomach that.
An itch crawled over her thigh.
Unable to ignore it, Ino scratched at the fabric it lay beneath, finding no relief. Jaw tightening, she scratched harder.
“We should get going,” Sai said, bringing her from dermis irritation, “I’m sure you would like to rest before more of our friends show up to visit.”
Holding back a wince as her ear vibrated, Ino turned sympathetic eyes to Shino.
He looked tired.
Tired and worn out.
It really hurt her heart to see him like that, but at least he hadn’t shut down completely. He was sad, depressed, devastated, but he was beginning to respond to treatment, physically and therapeutically. From what his father had told him, Shino’s therapy sessions were slowly building a foundation upon which Shino could begin the process of acceptance.
A long, bumpy road, but one they all knew he was strong enough to follow to the very end.
“I appreciate you both coming, Ino, Sai,”
It sounded like him and yet…his voice felt so different.
“Its no problem, Shino,” she replied softly, “we just wish there was more we could do. If there’s anything we can do for you, anything you need, let us know, okay?”
The lovers stood, moving towards the bed. Sai gave the former shinobi’s shoulder a compassionate squeeze, Ino reached for his pale hand.
His lips moved.
She couldn’t hear him over the ringing.
She nodded anyway, anxiety pulsing in her veins as Sai ushered her from the room. Gradually, the vibration in her ears dimmed and as they crossed the living room floor her dermis ceased to crawl. She could breathe and she couldn’t understand why she had been so unsettled in the first place. Nightmares, long caresses to her flesh, darkness no matter how small, that’s what triggered the feeling slowly leeching from her gut.
There was no darkness in Shino’s bedroom, not with the morning sun streaming through his windows. Sai was with her even if it had been dark and excluding his hand holding hers, the only prolonged contact she could tolerate from the only person she allowed it from, no one had touched her let alone slid their palms along her protesting skin. On top of that, she’d felt everyone of the pinches she’d dotted her thigh with, as far as she was aware, she was wide awake.
So why…
Why was she feeling this way?
It had to be lingering psychological trauma.
She knew how these things worked, she was a Yamanaka for crying out loud. Mental ouchies were her specialties. Sensitivity to her environment at large, check. Irrational fears and sudden anxiety at inappropriate times, check. An overall feeling that anything and everything was out to get her, check. She had been through this before, and not just when she leapt out her window and sprinted to Sakura house in the wee hours of the morning at the start of her jubokko psyche deep diving, but this felt…weird.
The buzzing, the ringing in her ears.
She didn’t know if she was exhibiting normal trauma effects or just being unhinged and paranoid.
“Are you alright, Ino?”
She nodded.
His lips turned down, dark regard sharpening.
“Ino…”
Frustration passing her lips in a quiet huff, she shared her inner thoughts with her concerned man. Part of her freedom, of being allowed outside and not back in the bowels of the intel having her brain picked apart by her fellow clansmen and women was full disclosure of any and every wayward thought, real or imaginary to the man at her side. Well, him and whoever else was scheduled to babysit her on any given day. Not that she didn’t understand.
The fodder was new territory and while multiple purging sessions labeled her as clear, the poison lingered. Those that came in contact with that poison struggled to return to their baseline before contact.
She felt changed in ways she couldn’t even begin to explain.
Scrutiny of her, of those that had touched her infected mind was more than warranted.
Didn’t mean she had to like it though.
“Let’s head home then, you can have a nice bath and drink some tea,” he suggested.
She sighed.
She didn’t want to coddled. Not that she minded snuggling up with her painter all day, she loved all the extra affection from her fiancé, but this walking on eggshells, treating her like she was some loony bin waiting to pop off was kinda rubbing her the wrong way.
It was…weird.
When the walked around in town, he held onto her, but…it wasn’t the normal ‘I wanna be close to you’ embrace. It felt more like she was being restrained. Like she was a wild animal not yet trained to be in close proximity to humans. He kept her from getting close to anyone, ensuring not a single villager breathed the same air as her. What was even stranger, certain passersby prompted the pale man to tighten his grip on her shoulders and cross the frickin street rather than let them get near her.
Children.
As though she were diseased, her lover kept her as far away from the next generation as possible.
It was irksome and just plain weird.
Confronting him about it hadn’t made the situation any better, merely added to her annoyance. His explanation was the same as what the Yamanaka told her. She was clear of the fodder but their psychological effects lingered. Until it was deemed safe for her to wander unsupervised, she and those effected by that otherworldly parasite would continue to be monitored.
Passing through the kitchen, they said their goodbyes to Shino’s attending nurse and headed for the front door. They opened it and nearly collided the jonin standing at the door, fist raised to knock.
“Ah, Ino, Sai, good morning,” Lee said.
“Hey you two,” Tenten pipped up behind him.
“Good morning,” Sai replied.
“Morning, guys,” Ino greeted softly, “guess you’re next on the rotation of support for Shino, huh?”
It was a question directed to both her friends, but her eyes were locked on Lee. Cheery disposition dimming, the thick browed man nodded, “I’ve visited everyday that I’m able.”
Her heart went out to both men.
She hurt for what the spandex wearing ninja before her had gone through, and the former shinobi in the bedroom was going through now.
“I can’t fully understand his pain,” the taijutsu master admitted, “when I lost the privilege to call myself a ninja back then I truly felt as though my world had ended. I felt hopeless and hollow inside, those are feelings I can relate to, those are emotions I can help him see the other side of, but Shino…he’s lost so much more than that. I don’t rightly know how to help him with the bond he lost with his insects and I believe that’s what hurts him the most.”
Without a doubt, Ino knew that was the source of his greatest pain.
“Even so, I want to do anything I can to help,” Lee declared, life returning to his dark eyes, “I won’t give up on him and I won’t let him give up either.”
Taking in his shinning confidence and earnest gaze, Ino had no doubt about that.
xxxxxx
“What are you doing here, onee-san?” Hanabi asked as she hugged her older sister, “I thought you were going cake testing with Naruto-onii-san.”
Returning the hug and willing the red to leave her face before her curious younger sibling noticed, Hinata replied, “that’s where I came from.”
“You decided on a cake already? Design and everything? I expected you to be there all night. That catalog you showed me had so many flavors I didn’t think Naruto-onii-san would be able to decide this quickly,” she commented, leaning back to catch her sister’s eyes.
“Uh, well, N-Naruto-kun-”
“Hmmmm, what’s with that blush, onee-san?” the teen questioned, wagging her dark brows, “I bet he probably-”
“Hanabi,” the elder Hyuuga blurted, “I came to invite you to Sanzo’s birthday party tomorrow.”
Hanabi snorted.
“You just don’t want me to-”
“A girl your age should not speak of adult…situations in the first place Hanabi. It is not proper,” Hinata huffed, pink dusting her cheeks, “now, will you attend Sanzo’s party?”
The young girl frowned, her face pensive. Unraveling herself from her sister’s embrace, the spunky Hyuuga fairly glowered.
“Not really in the mood for parties and stuff, onee-san.”
Hinata sighed.
“So I’ve heard. You haven’t been in the mood to do anything as of late.”
“Guess mom’s been keeping tabs on me.”
“Its not a hard thing to do since you rarely leave your room now.”
“What’s the point, Oto-san will send right back to it anyway. May as well stay there.”
“Hanabi…”
“If you’re just going to defend him-”
“I’m not here to do that, father can defend himself, but I did want to talk to you, one on one, and I hope you’ll hear me out.”
That said, Hinata took her sister’s hand and led her out to the garden. Leading the young girl to a bench near a small but tranquil pond teeming with koi fish, she sat them both down. A brief silence fell between the two relatives; Hinata calm and collected, ready for this long overdo conversation, Hanabi pouting and sulking, most likely ready to ignore what she didn’t want to hear. Wasting no time, Hinata took her hand again and began to speak.
“I haven’t been completely upfront with you. I’m sorry about that Hanabi.”
Surprised, her little sisters resistance faded, melding into open curiosity.
“What happened with our family, what father did, despite how it looks, I’m not indifferent to it. Not at all. I’m upset, I’m hurt, I’m so incredibly disappointed that at first, I couldn’t bare to look at father,” she confessed, “even now, its still hard to look him in the eye, knowing his part in this…tragedy. I’ve tried to set it aside for now, to focus on what’s important at the moment, reconnecting to mother, getting to know her all over again and letting her get to know us, but that doesn’t mean I wanted to sweep what happened under the rug. I made you feel like I didn’t care about what happened, that I was absolving father and that’s not at all what I meant. I’m sorry I made you feel like I was, I just… I didn’t want my feeling to contribute your anger. I didn’t want to add more strife to an already stressful situation. I still don’t, but Naruto-kun made me realize that keeping how I truly felt from you wasn’t the best way forward. Honesty, bearing my true feelings to you, its what I should have done from the start. Instead of calming the fire, I ended up adding fuel to it.”
The younger Hyuuga looked…relived. Receptive even. Heartened, Hinata pressed on.
“We need the whole truth, from both of our parents because…I resent mother too.”
It felt shameful to admit that, but…she did. She was upset with her mother.
“I want to know why…why did she do what she did? Why would she step outside of her marriage knowing how…vindictive the clan can be, when she had two children that loved her. Why she didn’t fight to see us? Why did she just…accept it? Did she ever try and see us despite the exile? And after all these years, why did it take my wedding to Naruto-kun for her to summon father?”
“I’ve wanted to know that too,” Hanabi agreed, “its why I’ve been…blowing up with her too. Its not just with father anymore. The more I think about it, the more questions I have, the more it makes me angry.”
“You’re not wrong in feeling the way you feel. I understand, mother and father, they understand too, but at some point, we have to move beyond our anger.”
“But-”
“I don’t mean that the way you think, I’m not telling you to shut those feelings off. That’s not something you could do with the snap of a finger even if I asked you to. Be upset, be angry even, but don’t allow it to keep you rooted in place. We need to know what happened back then as well as everything in between up to this point, but we can’t get even begin to unravel it all if every interaction ends in a melt down. We need to sit down as a family and have a discussion, not a screaming match,” she gave the smaller hand in her own a squeeze, “how can they answer our questions if we don’t allow them to speak? How can we hear the answer if we close our ears and shout it down?”
Though brimming with annoyance and staring off into the pond, Hanabi gave a small exhalation before replying, “I guess… As angry as I am, I want to know the whole truth too, I need to know everything.”
She turned, giving her elder sister a hard look.
“Don’t expect me to forgive and forget though. If I don’t feel like their explanations are deserving of my forgiveness then I won’t give it. Whatever you decide, I’ll understand onee-san, you’re a lot more forgiving than me, you’ve always been a peacemaker and never want anyone to feel bad, I can’t be angry at you for that, and I won’t be. I promise. As for Ka-san and Oto-san, please respect my feelings towards them.”
“I can respect your feelings, but Hanabi, whatever you decide, please just…”
“Be respectful, I know,” Hanabi said with a roll of her white eyes, “I can’t promise you harmony, but I’ll try not to turn everyday into a war zone.”
Hinata sighed.
That was the best she could expect right now. Hanabi was a willful soul, conflict didn’t bother her one bit. Loving, loyal, mischievous and funny, her little sister was a joy to be around, but if the headstrong Hyuuga believed you wronged her, God help you.
“Good enough for now,” Hinata replied, giving her a small smile, “you never answered me. Will you come to Sanzo’s birthday party?”
Hanabi frowned again.
“It’d do you some good, sweetheart,” she coaxed gently, “get you out of the house for a bit. Tani was hoping you’d come. She’s a little tired of hanging around with two boy all day.”
Naruto’s only female student perked the younger girl right up.
“Alright, I’ll come for a little while.”
xxxxxx
She was killing him.
Slowly, systematically, deliciously without mercy, pumping his soul through the throbbing length lodged within her achingly tight variant of paradise. Velvety hands melded over heated flesh, worshiping solid muscle beneath tanned his skin as she moved atop him; winding and writhing like the exotic dancers Pervy Sage used to break the bank to watch. Sucking in a harsh breath as her hips rolled, eliciting another luscious caress between their groins, Naruto knew he’d break more than his deep pocketed bank for his bombshell ecdysiast. He traced calloused thumbs over plush thighs, searing oceanic gazed hypnotized by the little swirl she added to her sensual ride.
Rapture blasted his erogenous body as hard flutters accompanied that lazy circling of her love handles.
“Oh fuck, just like that,” the blonde hissed, squeezing the soft vice clamped around his hips as she did it again.
She was two orgasms deep into their love session and from the quickening of her insides, he knew he was in for another gushing explosion Her head dipped, midnight tresses cocooning the lovers within a onyx curtain, moist lips smooching his before tracing his jaw, touching each line on his cheek and returning to his mouth. Her kiss was slow and thorough, relearning the taste and texture of his tongue. Aroused, his hips rose abruptly, goading her into another bounce in his lap.
“I love the way you feel inside me, Naruto,” she hitched into his mouth on a long down stroke.
He licked those rushed words from her lips, nibbling the trembling bottom hard enough to smart. Their mouths met I another languid meshing, tongues twining. He was a beat from giving her plump lips another nip when she rose, pressing sweaty palms to his abdomen for stability as she settled back into hypnotic riding.
Watching beneath hooded eyes, he reached for the softness that was her ivory skin, rough palms coasting up and over wide hips, cinched waist, before filling his hands with firm, jiggling flesh. He squeezed, reveling in the moisture slick globes, gut clenching as he drew a sharp gasp from her throat as he pinched both tips.
“Faster Princess,” he groaned.
The bed squeaked his lover complied, her gasp becoming harsh exhalations of impending doom. Each surge of her hips tugging the hard buds he held trapped between hard fingers.
“Naruto,” she gasped, “I’m gonna cum, oh God…”
Gentle rolls of her nipples sent her tumbling into convulsions. Spine arched, thighs squeezing his hips, a series of tremors wracking her petite form, Hinata graced his throbbing cock with orgasm number three. The panting blonde bore the sweet torment with a harsh grunt, closing his eyes as he thrust upwards, fighting tight walls for his coveted place within their soaked confines. Twitching and winded, Hinata collapsed, her moaning lips pressed warm and wet between his pecs. Lust lifted his hips, forcing her wilted form into motion. Whimpering like broken kitten, gripping his hips hard enough to pierce skin with her nails, Hinata trembled as he bounced her up and down.
Delicate muscles tensed, inside and out. Wet, molten walls spasmed, massaging his dick in hard pulls, her pussy weeping its love for his pounding dick in another wave of hot moisture. Clamping hard hands on plump cheeks, Naruto thrusts upward, the delicious squelching of their meeting sexes music to his ears.
She seized abruptly, screaming her fourth climax of the night to the sleeping inhabitants nestled with Konoha.
Hard pulls massaged his cock, squeezing the air from his lungs, bathing his harden length in hot creamy goodness. Nostrils flaring, need tightening his balls, Naruto started a hard pace beneath the shaking, gasping woman, her strained moan equal parts pleasure and apprehension. Her little body shuddered, muscles locking, trembling, damp thighs desperately clutching his hips as rapture blasted her anew.
He reached up, fisting dark hair at her nape and tilling her bliss infused face up to him. Pretty pearl eyes glazed, lush pink lips trembling, bangs plastered to her sweaty flushed face, Hinata was faraway in a land called ecstasy.
“You’re not done,” he growled at her, “you’re not fucking done yet, ‘ttebayo.”
He was having one of those nights.
One of those nights where his carnal hunger felt truly insatiable.
A night when couldn’t feel her cum on his cock enough to stop.
A night he couldn’t quell the urge to pound her pussy until she babbled nonsense.
The animalistic, impulse to fuck her until his near limitless chakra reserves tapped out.
He was an addict, Hinata his drug of choice and right now, he was looking to overdose.
Hard tremors wracked her small frame, her cute little spasms stirring his frenzy, rapidly driving him towards madness. It was never enough.
Never.
The more he touched her, the more he wanted her. The more he had her, the more he wanted her. His gluttonous desire for Hinata Hyuuga was a beast that lacked reason, restraint or compulsion to acquire either.
“W-wait, Narutooo,” she gasped, shaky fingers gripping his shoulders, “I can’t- oh god!”
Like the snap of a whip, her denial lashed his spine, stirring the baser beast roaring in his gut, goading his working hips to quicken in a malicious bid to send her careening over the ledge she was running from. That high, endless drop she believe her body to couldn’t handle a fifth time.
Her fall was brutal.
She stilled in his arms, a silent scream parting her lips, teary eyes rolled and far away. Her muscles locked tighter than her quivering pussy.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he panted, fighting his own blazing end as he powered through the vicious, dripping clamp of a very happy kitty.
Sweat stinging his eyes, abdomen coiled tighter than a spring, head swimming as hot sticky warmth coated his cock in contracting waves, Naruto deepened his strokes, each quick snap of his hips rousing the frozen female from her orgasm driven stupor. She whined, a delectable sound ringing with distress, bliss and a frightened knowledge that he was about drag her kicking and screaming back to the precipice, his need to throw her from that cliff again a burning command lust wouldn’t allow him to ignore. One he didn’t wanna ignore in the first place.
He hadn’t had enough; not even close.
“Please!” she wailed, gripping the hard hands latched onto her waist, wheezed pleas leaving her lips in time with his thrusts, “pleasepleaseplease.”
Her incoherent please was more than clear for an oversexed Jinchuuriki that had driven his lover beyond her limits more times than he could count.
Please let me breathe.
Please slow down it feels too good.
He listened to her beg and plead for mercy, each high pitched babble tightening the dark hunger knotting his stomach, neither one slowing his thrusts. He clamped hard arms around shaking body, holding her in place as she squirmed, straining in his embrace, a feeble attempt to escape the relentless pounding; denying her resistance with deeper, ruthlessly frenzied strokes. The bite of nails found purchase in his narrow waist, the clench of teeth sinking into the meaty flesh of his shoulder.
His thrust faltered, ecstasy hissing between tightly clenched teeth as the bite of pain rocked his skull.
A low groan left her throat, her body thrumming with tension.
Puffing through twitching contractions, he found his pace again, the glide of their sexes surpassing the realm of simple pleasure. She came alive once again, rising from his chest as far as his arms would allow, sweaty hands gripping the messy sheets below, dark head tossing as she struggled beneath the onslaught.
Lungs heaving, balls tightening, Naruto felt his toes curls when her whimpering protests melded into shameless screams for more. Glistening body straining towards him rather than away. His grip loosened as his lustful fire spread to her. She moved against him, her movements desperate, hips snapping forward and back as she surrendered to her renewed desperation for copulation, bouncing her lush body up and down atop the leering Jinchuuriki, riding him harder than she had all night; her rhythm clumsy and urgent. He reached for her damp tresses again, grabbing a hard handful. Fusing their lips, muffling her trilling demands in the process. He swept her wet orifice, sucked on her tongue, tasted the vibrations of her cries in his mouth.
The wet smack of their sexes reached his ears.
He wanted her to hear it.
For her to acknowledge the carnal hunger inside of her that matched the starvation inside him.
“You hear it?” he asked the trembling woman, licking her swollen lips, “you hear how wet your pussy is? You want more don’t you Princess?”
“Yes, yes, yes, yes,” she moaned into his mouth.
He kissed her again, hammering upward with renewed vigor. Devouring her mouth as he slapped her plumped ass hard enough to sting his own hand before palming both tingling cheeks with not an ounce of gentleness, her squeezing insides rewarding his rough manhandling with excited pulls. She moved frantically, lost to lust, caught in the throes of passion, her only ambition to appeased the hot friction between her thighs.
Her wanton humping was a like a punch to the gut.
He knew she could give him more.
That she couldn’t help but give him more.
What a woman…
What a perfect fucking woman to spend the rest of his life with.
Orgasm beat at the base of his dick, screaming louder than his Princess as the pressure built. His eyes closed, buttocks clenching as hurtled towards his well deserved explosion.
His lungs heaved.
He sucked in a breath.
Then another.
His jaw tightened, greedy hands squeezing the bouncing ass filling his hands, his sloppy thrusts quickening. She was like a succubus starving for subsistence, and he was desperate to feed her every ounce of his life force.
His head swam.
There was absolutely nothing better than pounding her pussy.
Nothing in the world.
Giving her bouncing ass a particularly hard smack, Naruto lifted his hips in time with her downward thrust.
Pounding…
His ears were pounding…
His heart was pounding so loud that it actually sounded like-
The pounding at their front door grew louder.
Fuck…
Gripping her luscious hips, Naruto stopped the sex kitten riding him to oblivion. Her breathlessly whined ‘Naruto, please don’t stop,’ nearly swaying the horny blonde back to their hedonistic fucking to paradise.
He blinked hard, fighting the fog in his brain, gritting his teeth against the ache their halt created in his cock.
He lifted his head, blue eyes swiveling to the dark doorway, ears straining, praying to any deity that existed that he hadn’t really heard what he thought he heard. Silence greeted him. A harsh hiss left his lips, fingers spasming as she rolled her curved hips, goading him resume her delicious plowing. As the silence stretched, and moist lips found his throat, Naruto was seconds away from continuing their vigorous fucking when he heard it again.
Knocking.
Fuck!
“You’ve gotta be fuckin’ kidding me,” he panted, dropping his head to the mattress.
The mewling siren on top of him flopped face first into his chest, her frustrated groan an echo of his own. He gave her dipped spine a stroke with both hands, before bringing them down hard on each cheek, the action a ventilation of his irritation and silent command to unravel her lush body from his. He sucked in a harsh breath when her insides gave a needy squeeze before she dismounted, drawing a shudder from both sexually frustrated lovers as he slid from the tight clutch of her cunt.
More than a little irritated, Naruto rolled out of bed, made a quick trip to the bathroom to wipe the passion from his loins before returning.
“Fuck,” he growled, prowling the room for his discarded sweats, “coulda waited till we fuckin finished.”
Stabbing first one leg then the other through his sweats, grimacing as the clothing rubbed uncomfortably at his still sensitive, still incredibly hard and excited cock, he stomped to the door, irritation flaring when the knocking started anew.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming,” he muttered, “better be fuckin important.”
Hoping he didn’t look as pissed off as he felt, Naruto flung the door open for whatever impromptu cock blocking mission had interrupted his 3 am pussy pounding.
His ire faded.
It wasn’t who he expected.
“Sakura-chan?” concerned, he gave her a once over, taking in her red eyes, flushed cheeks and disheveled hair, “what’s wrong? What happened?”
Running flustered hands over her hair, wiping moisture from her eyes, his teammate sniffled before speaking, “sorry for coming here so late but…but c-can I talk to you for a minute?”
Brows creased, he paused, wondering what in the world had happened to drag her to his place at three in the morning.
“Uh, yeah, I guess,” her replied, more than a little bewildered, “you wanna come in or…?”
“Outside, if you…don’t mind.”
He ushered her back out and shut the door. She moved over to the railing while he took a stance leaning against the wall next to his front door. Arms crossed, mind running a mile a minute, the worried Jinchuuriki waited for her to start. She was fidgeting, emerald gaze wandering across the cracks in the concert below. Aside from a blooming blush she had the posture and nervous energy his lover exhibited.
A lover he’d left waiting and wanting.
“So…” he prompted when minutes passed and no explanation came, “what happened? Pretty sure you didn’t come all the way over here at this time of night just to take in the night air with me.”
Her face grew pensive, before whatever energy had held her up drained from her shoulders.
His frown deepened.
Another moment passed before she spoke, gaze turned firmly to her sandaled feet.
“Naruto…”
“Yeah?”
“Can I ask you a…personal question.”
More than a little surprised, worried cerulean orbs shifted to curious as he studied his long time friend. Something was really wrong and not just because of the question. It was what he heard in her voice that bothered him, what he saw in her downcast eyes.
“Uh, yeah, sure. What’s up?”
Silence.
“You and Kurama are friends right?”
Raising a brow, he gave her a strange look. Of course they were. She knew that, the whole of Konoha, hell, the entire world knew that.
Why ask him that?
What was she getting at?
Where in the hell was this going and where the hell had it come from?
“Yeah, we are, dattebayo.”
“Even though…”
She trailed off, heightening his muted puzzlement.
“How did you…how were you able to…” her fumbling words lapsed into frustrated silence before she tried again, “how are you able to call him friend knowing the terrible things he’s done…to you, to your parents…to others. How can you care for someone that’s…killed innocent people?”
Brows furrowed, face growing darker with each halting sentence, Naruto was a cross between dumbfounded and flat out insulted on the kyuubi’s behalf.
Why the hell would she ask something like that?
Was she drunk?
Had she taken after Baa-chan in more ways than he realized?
“Sakura-chan what the hell-”
“Just answer the question Naruto!” she shouted.
He paused.
This wasn’t her normal ‘do what I say because I’ll hit you otherwise’ routine. She was shaking, her skin a sickly pallor, her wet eyes looked…
“Sakura-chan…”
“Please just answer me Naruto…”
Giving his head a perplexed scratch, he launched into an answer to her question, “Things were different…back then. Kurama was…he was different. He was filled with hate but it wasn’t like it came outta nowhere, ya know? I’m not saying its right, or that anyone has to forgive him for what he did, its just…I can’t say I don’t understand why it happened, even in my parent’s case. I struggled with it at first, how could I not? I didn’t know them growing up, but they were still my parents, I still lived a life, a pretty fuckin hard one, without them, but just like my parents were protecting me that night, Kurama was trying to protect himself too. When Super Gramps created him, Kurama wasn’t like that. The old man didn’t instill that in him, the things he went through did that, the humans that treated him as nothing more than a weapon to be taken out when needed and locked away when they were done using him.”
He shook his head.
“I get it. Considering what I went through, I could’ve ended up doing some of the same the things he did and to be completely honest, I thought about when I was younger.”
She seemed surprised by the admission. He didn’t falter, didn’t look away as he told her his truth.
“Getting revenge against the people that hurt me, that abused me and treated me like my existence didn’t matter, it crossed my mind more times than I can count, so in that respect, I understand Kurama’s hatred. What the shinobi world was doing to him, to the other bijuu was the heart of why he became what he was, why he did what he did, but, to me, that’s not the Kurama I know. That’s not him anymore. Kurama’s my friend, he’s family. I can’t change his past, but I know his future will be different. To be honest, I think most people, most living creatures, aren’t born monsters, ya know? We’re born with a blank canvas. Our experiences paint us in different colors. Like Nagato, like Obit, even Sasuke, circumstances, tragedies, pain, it drives us to do things we aren’t proud of. Horrible things even, but as long as there’s a glimmer of good, I think everyone, no matter what species, deserves another chance. A lot of people that suffer with hate aren’t doing it because they want to, they’re driven to it, dattebayo,” he gave his head a scratch, “I don’t know if that made any sense but yeah, that’s kinda my reasoning, right or wrong. Shit like this ain’t black and white.”
She was quiet, contemplative.
He was still confused and needing answers of his own.
“Sakura-chan, what’s going on?” he asked, voice firm and unyielding, “you can’t just show up in the middle of the night and ask weird ass questions without telling me why.”
Tension lined her body.
“I’m here for you, you know that,” he told her gently, “you can tell me anything. Whatever’s happening, tell me so I can help you.”
She shook her head.
With an impatient click of his teeth, Naruto straightened from the wall, ready to argue. He didn’t understand why she wouldn’t let anyone in. At least him if nobody else. They were teammates, damn near siblings. Why was it so hard for her to let him shoulder her burdens?
“Sakura-chan-”
“I can’t tell you, Naruto,” she cut him off, “I’m not allowed to talk about it. That’s an order.”
He sighed, deflating with a pout.
Shaking off his petulance, he tried a different route.
“Then don’t give me too many details,” he countered, “unless you’re two levels above my clearance, vague descriptions shouldn’t be a problem. Clearly this person did some bad things, but you’ve dealt with people like that before and its never made you anything other than silently homicidal, prime example; you having to work alongside Orochimaru. He’s a despicable, sorry excuse for a former human but you did what you had to do to figure shit out with the tsuchi, and unless you spilled to somebody else, it didn’t make you all emotional and shit the way you are now. So what gives, Sakura-chan? What’s your relationship with this person? Why’s it bothering you so much?”
She sighed, gazed off into the night a beat then turned back to him.
“Its about…a colleague I have to…work with. She and I, we’re…close.”
Her confession was threadbare and emotional, he strained to hear, it was so at odds with anything he’d ever heard from her. A Hinata level soft speak that worried him to no end. Just who the hell was this ‘colleague’ and what had she done?
“A colleague?” he repeated, making no effort to disguise his heavy skepticism, “a colleague has you upset over whatever the hell they did enough to come knocking on my door asking me about my relationship with Kurama. A colleague you’re “close” to, so close that you’ve never told me about her?”
Emerald orbs rolled to the sky.
“I don’t tell you everything, Naruto.”
He snorted derisively, “tell me something I don’t know. I may as well be a fuckin stranger passing through for all you tell me.”
“That’s not true.”
“It is true, dattebayo. You barely tell me anything at all.”
“Well I’m telling you stuff now and you’re still complaining!”
“I’m not complaining, ‘ttebayo, I’m just trying to understand the situation! Sakura-chan, you’re upset over someone in your life you’ve never told me about, a colleague. I’m just…worried about you. Confused and concerned, ya know?”
The pinkette sighed, her eyes softening.
“I know, and I appreciate it, really, Naruto. Not just with this…situation, but every time you’ve been there for me, even if I’m…less than receptive to help,” she said, ignoring his raised brow, “this person, I really do care about them, and what they did…in all honestly, they didn’t mean to do it, they weren’t themselves at the time. I guess with all the drama we’ve been dealing with that it just…got to me more than it normally would.”
True, but still…
“I guess so,” he replied skeptically, “I know you’ve been pretty fuckin stressed out helping everybody, being there for everybody, it tough.”
She nodded, “yeah…tough.”
Another quiet exhalation passed her lips.
“Anyway, I feel better having talked to you, Naruto. I think I can start to make peace with the situation and focus on what’s important. So thanks.”
He was still hella uneasy and really wanted a full, detailed explanation, but he knew he was shit outta luck on that front, at least for tonight.
“Any time, Sakura-chan. I’m always here for you, no matter what,” he replied, then chuckled, “no matter what time it is.”
Chagrined, the medical nin gave an uncomfortable chuckle of her own.
“Sorry I woke you both up,” she apologized, lips thinning sheepishly, “probably gave you guys heart attacks pounding on the door like that in the middle of the night, huh?”
“Meh, not really, we weren’t uh, sleeping, dattebayo.”
Her pink brows furrowed, confusion blooming in her green eyes before those same orbs finally took in his disheveled appearance. The low slung sweats slightly twisted in his rush to dress, a lingering sheen of sweat glistening over tan skin, messy hair that had clearly been made so by desperate fingers.
And then of course, the hickeys blooming on his neck…chest…lower abdomen…
The teeth mark on his shoulder…
“Oh God,” his teammate muttered, slapping a hand to her forehead, “you guys were in middle of-”
She broke off, face a shade of red Hinata would be proud of. He was vastly amused by the boisterous, confident Sakura imitating so many adorable behaviors his Princess wore with pride.
He grinned, “uh, yeah, you caught us.”
The carmine faced woman did a pretty impressive imitation of a fish, mouth opening and snapping shut three times before she regained her ability to speak.
“You could’ve just said ‘its okay I understand’ ya know!” the pinkette sputtered, “ a simple ‘no problem Sakura-chan, don’t worry about it’ would have sufficed! Why the hell would you correct my assumption just to tell me that!”
Probably should’ve left her in the dark about the lovemaking but hell, she’d interrupted him in the middle of fucking his fiancée into oblivion, pulling him from her incredible pussy right before he blew his load. His brain wasn’t exactly functioning at its pique performance right now. There was a semi-hard-on in his pants despite the heavy, yet strange conversation they’d just had. One he was still wasn’t done with by a long shot. Unless she was talking about Orochimaru as this “colleague” that had done terrible things, he couldn’t understand why she was so disturbed, why she worried about working along side the individual. If she could stomach that snake, surely she could tolerate anyone below that level of depravity. That was a question for another day, and by another day, he meant tomorrow. He wanted to know what was truly going on with his friend.
Until then…
“I didn’t want you to feel bad about something you didn’t do, dattebayo,” he shrugged.
“I’d rather feel bad about that than- you’re an idiot you know that?”
“You’re talking loud enough for the Princess to hear you,” he chuckled, “careful with the “I” word, dattebayo.”
“I’m sure she’d agree with me if she knew you were out here admitting that you two were-” her voice faltered, cheeks turning scarlet, “doing the nasty at 3 am you perverted ass! You two are always all over each other, I swear! Don’t you guys ever take a goddamn break?!”
“Pftt, hell no,” he snorted, “that’s one of the most ridiculous questions you’ve ever asked me, dattebayo.”
Slapping a hand to her aching forehead loud enough to resound, Sakura closed her eyes as though pained by a throbbing headache.
“Its like talking to a oversexed brick wall.”
“You should be used to this by now,” he laughed, “you know how I am about my Princess. I’m-”
“Absolutely crazy about her,” she finished for him, exasperation rolling her eyes to the dark sky above.
“Yeah,” he agreed without an ounce of shame, nor the idea that he should feel any, “and you know I’m-”
“Obscenely attracted to her.”
His grin widened.
“Guilty as charged,” he confirmed, “so can you blame me for being-”
“Disgustingly obsessed with her!” she growled, “you are honestly, truly obsessed with Hinata. It’d be disturbing as hell if she wasn’t completely okay with it, but she’s just as enamored with your forever horny ass.”
“You make it sound like I get an indiscriminate hard-on for any female that walks by. I’m only horny for her, dattebayo. It doesn’t even work if I’m not thinking about her, ya know?” he replied pointing at his crotch.
She stared at him, he stared at her.
Moments passed.
The red on her face spread to her neck…
“I’m not having this conversation with you.”
“We already had the conversation, its over.”
She stared at him again, he stared at her.
The red deepened.
“Why am I even engaging with you.”
“You tell me, I’m the one getting cock blocked at 3 am, I’m just as confused as you.”
She stared at him, he stared at her.
Moments crept by.
“Get away from me Naruto.”
Her face was a hilarious combination of incredulous embarrassment and rising ire. He could tell she wanted to hit him, but was so uncomfortable with the tenor of the conversation she seemed frozen in place. Like her brain had short circuited. The amused blonde couldn’t help but laugh. It was rare as fuck to see Sakura too stunned to act on her violent tendencies.
“Can’t,” he chortled, “I live here.”
Her hands fisted.
Time to go.
“Alright, alright, I’m going back inside to sleep, dattebayo,” he conceded, foxy grin in place, hands raised in mock surrender, “gotta get back to…sleeping. Didn’t get a chance to finish…sleeping.”
She swung.
He ducked, dove through his front door and closed it one fluid motion.
“Naruto!” she yelled as he secured the lock.
“Goodnight Sakura-chan,” he called back, “I’ll talk to you tomorrow, ‘ttebayo!”
She made a noise, one resembling a frustrated bull denied its pray before stomping away.
Well.
That was entertaining.
Back to “sleeping”.
Hot, sweaty, bed creaking “sleeping”.
She lay curled on her side as he stepped back into their room, her naked body lightly flushed but no longer glistening, hair in disarray, dreamy lilac eyes watching as shed his sweats again.
“Sakura-chan,” he said, explaining the nighttime visitor, “she asked me some weird questions. Something’s up with her.”
He moved to the bed, bent and gripped her lax legs. She was boneless, but there was a gentle fire in her eyes.
“What weird questions, Naruto?” she fairly purred.
He paused, meeting her heated gaze, her arousal laden question, the missing “kun” honorific behind his name caressing his ears, alerting him to her current state. She was still stirred, more than he though she was when he came back in the room. His arms contracted, muscles bunching as he pulled her across their bed, their eyes locked as she voiced not a protest as she was dragged towards him.
“About how I was able to be friends with Kurama considering the things he did; she says she’s gotta work with some colleague that’s done some bad things and doesn’t know how to deal with it.”
Her brows creased as he spoke.
His fiancée already knew the answer to the former part of his statement; he talked to her about everything. The same answer he’d given Sakura, he’d talked at length with his lover about amidst one of their deep heart to hearts that led to discussing his parents.
“I know,” he murmured as he wrapped a hand around a toned calf and placed a gentle kiss to the inside skin of her ankle, “like I said, weird as hell. She seemed better after we talked but I’m gonna talk to her again tomorrow just to make sure. I think its got to do with her being all stressed out about Shino and Ino, whatever is going on, its fuckin with her more than it usually would.”
“I hope she’s alright,”
“I think she’s good, at least for tonight,” he told her, moving his kisses north, lingering at her inner thigh, “she was well enough to yell at me.”
“So I heard,” she replied, breath hitching as his hot tongue slathered moisture along her flesh.
“Mmhmm,” he hummed.
Done talking, he gave a quick yank that left her juicy tush partially dangling from the bed’s edge. He watched the enticing jiggle of pink tipped titties before kneeling. Throwing each feminine leg over each hard shoulder, he moved his wet kiss to the glistening love button enticing him to taste.
Her soft inhalation reached his ears as tongue and clit made contact.
He started with slow swirls, wet circles meant to torment; lazy rolls meant to arch her lovely spine. Seconds later, he got what he wanted. His prim and proper Princess arched, his name a gasping entreaty as he Frenched her sensitive bud. Dick throbbing, the determined blonde slid greedy hands beneath her thighs, pushing upward until her knees touched her ample chest, and her dainty little feet replace her calves on his shoulders. Spreading her sopping folds with both thumbs, he sucked softly on her clit.
Panting moans left her lungs, the gentle tunneling through his hair becoming insistent tugs. Pressure hit his shoulders, her lush bottom rising. Unable to help himself, knowing what she was doing while he devoured her weeping sex, he turned sinful blue eyes to the woman squirming beneath his lewd feeding.
Delicate fingers strummed, rolled and plucked the hard points of her nipples.
Twinkling diamonds attached to a sliver band, a physical manifestation of his possession, glinted on her working digit, a natural aphrodisiac to her obsessed fiancé.
Transfixed, he ran his lust filled gaze over her voluptuous form, caressing, revealing, committing her exquisite form to memory for the millionth time. Snowy skin painted a pretty flush and glistening with sweat, long silky hair mimicking a dark sea beneath her writhing body. Plump, sensuously pouted lips parted with each breath she struggled to draw, with each desperate chanted of his name. Her beautiful face, a face he was dying to see next to him the day after eternity, was suffused in a glorious glaze of ecstasy that would make any Goddess green with envy. Body supplicating, submission spreading her thighs wide for no other but him, Naruto felt a rush swell below the belt. As it did every time he bore witness to the sight of his kind hearted, forever gentle, sweetly shy soon to be wife in the throes of passion, Naruto fought the urge to plow her dripping sex and blow his load as quick as humanly possible.
She had no right to be so fucking alluring.
No right to meld adorable innocence with intoxicating lascivious eroticism.
He didn’t even know how the hell she was doing it.
He’d seen it over and over again, and yet each time he watched her lewd, pornographic caressing of her velvety flesh, his perverted mind blew a fuse, still drove him as crazy as it had the first time they made love.
Rinse, wash and repeat.
He was back in that heady place, his brain malfunctioning, pounding his unrestrained lust into her petite body the only thought his psyche could grasp.
She was shuddering, writhing and moaning as wild as she had prior to their impromptu visitor.
He stopped just before she reached the summit, sliding his hands up and down her quivering thighs, reveling in the delicious tremors beneath his caressing palms. She reached for him with shaking, sweaty hands, gripping hard at his oblique, pulling him towards her with surprising strength.
“I need you,” she breathed.
He filled her to the hilt before she could finish her plea, impaling her body on hard forged steel. Lungs heaving, orgasm beating at the base of dick, Naruto griped her hips with bruising hands, gritting his teeth as he initiated a frantic pounding between her legs with enough force to rock her and their bed below.
And just that quick, the inferno before their interruption returned with a vengeance.
Slapping flesh, hoarse high pitch screams and his own growling groans became a familiar melody to the two lovers. He leaned into each back breaking thrust, bearing his weight on steady arms as he pounded her wet pussy, the slap of moist flesh as loud as her cries. He ran his tongue over her open mouth, lapping at her plump lips as screamed, savoring the desperate shouts of his name torn from her throat.
Stars burst behind his eyes as climax crept up his spine. He strained, muscles thrumming with exquisite tension
Her pussy seized abruptly, hurtling heedlessly into orgasm, demanding he come with her.
She didn’t give him a choice.
He was cumming before he realized, the pull on his loins too strong to be denied. It hit him harder than a full force punch from Sakura, slamming him face first into a new reality. Punishing waves far beyond simple pleasure hammered his insides, forcing his balls to empty, pouring all that he had, all that he was through the tiny slit in his dick. The rush was euphoric, thundering in his veins like a raging tide, sucking the strength from his legs in the process. Locking his knees, he reached clumsily for the bed, moaning pitifully into the sweat drench column of her throat as hard quakes shook his tension lined physique. He closed his eyes, sucking hard at her skin, his body twitching with each delicious spurt of semen that left his throbbing sex.
She was shaking as bad as he was.
Her soft kitten whimpers just as mind numbingly good as the hard milking of her cunt. His head swam, her blissful contractions leaving him delirious.
She moved beneath him, twining her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.
Goosebumps pebbled his flesh as the thick warmth of their combined release slid down his cock, tracing his his sac with lascivious fluid.
His stomach clenched.
Fucking delicious woman.
“You’re gonna be the death of me one day, ‘ttebayo,” he panted honestly.
She giggled, squeezing him as she did.
“Fuck,” he hissed, a hard shudder running through him, “at least let me pull out before you do that, dattebayo!”
She snorted, unapologetically dissolving into mewling laughter.
“Fuck,” he moaned, unable to stop the shallow thrusting of his hips, chasing the ghosting sensations her internal massage elicited.
Her own moan joined his, a sudden tremor locking her body.
Their eyes closed, lips meeting as they revealed in sweet torment.
Minutes breezed by, calm slowly blooming between the two lovers.
Lethargy rose, urging him to the bed beside his forever woman. Tender arms circled his neck. He turned, staring at her her angelic face bathed in moonlight slivers, committing her happy face to memory as though he’d never lay eyes on her again.
His chest ached.
“You’re so beautiful,” she quietly declared.
He laughed, “that’s my line, ya know.”
Giving her curved bottom a caress, he kissed her for the compliment.
“I love you,” she whispered.
“I love you more, dattebayo.”
xxxxxx
June 13, 2010

Kiba sighed, running a hand through his shaggy hair as he leaned towards his teammate from the chair beside the bed.
He was looking a bit better.
That air of depression hadn’t yet lifted, and to be frank, he didn’t suspect it would any time soon but, there were signs of life that hadn’t been there a week ago.
He was eating better.
His treatment was displaying promising results.
But…he hadn’t left his room since he got home.
“You gotta get out of this room, Shino. Come out with me for a little while. I know this shit is hard, fuck, hard isn’t even the right word. I don’t know exactly what you’re going through, how you’re feeling, and maybe I’m making things worse trying to get you out of the house but I can’t let you close yourself up in that room and rot. Shit will never be the same, you’re gonna hurt for a long fuckin time and it hurts like hell to say that, but its true. There’s no way around it, but to go through it.”
Hell, he didn’t have a fuckin choice but to go through it.
Unless a miracle breakthrough in repairing chakra networks happened some time soon, this was reality for Shino.
“No matter what, you’re still a shinobi at heart, its still in you, that will never change,” Kiba asserted, eyes misting, hands fisting, “a shinobi is one who endures. He keeps pushing even when he wants to quit. He gets up no matter how many times he’s knocked down. He forges a new path when the one he’s traveling ends.”
He didn’t know if what he was saying made sense, if it was the right thing to say to a man that had lost so much, but these were the words in his heart.
These were his thoughts, hopes and wishes for his forever friend.
His best friend.
Shino was no less a shinobi than he had been when he left. He still had worth, he still had a path, he still had purpose.
“Forge a new path…”
“Hell yeah! A new path, wherever that leads,” Kiba insisted, “make new fuckin goals and push for em! Fuckin endure but fuckin thrive too, Shino! Hinata, your dad, me, all of our friend, the whole of fuckin Konoha, we got your back. Lean on us for support, but you can’t stop moving forward.”
The injured man was quiet, his hollowed eyes listless as he gazed at the container of crawling arthropods on his dresser.
Kiba sighed, shoulders sagging.
That’s really where the heartbreak lay and that, Kiba could understand.
If anything ever happened to Akamaru…
He shook his head, dislodging a memory in the process.
“Before you went on that mission, you wanted to teach at the Academy. You said you wanted to mold the next generation and pass on the values we learned over the years. Shino you still have purpose, you still have a hella of lot to offer as ninja, how you contribute doesn’t fucking matter.”
He was staring at the container still, but his eyes looked…reflective.
“Let’s go outside for a little bit, Shino.”
It took them a while to get him, dressed and out into the sunlight. Shino tired easily, his will to face the outside world another driving force behind his fatigue. They didn’t go far, just behind the house. For the first hour, Shino sat rigid beside him, his pained eyes looking everywhere but at the little bits of life flying by, buzzing around and marching across the ground. Kiba was moments from suggesting they return indoors, his heart breaking as he watched Shino struggle in silence.
He inhaled, ready to call it a day when he spoke.
“I can see the sun…” Shino whispered.
It wasn’t the words that caught the feral man’s attention, but the heaviness with which they were spoken.
Soaked in heartache.
Wrapped in pain.
Suffocating beneath a grief so poignant his chest felt as though a wild animal was carving his insides. Throat knotted, Kiba turned forlorn eyes to his friend, agony surging as he watched tears slip down his teammates face.
He had never in his life seen Shino cry.
Not once.
Somewhere in his mind, he had the ridiculous belief the Aburame next to him incapable of shedding tears.
He was wrong.
Dead wrong.
He swallowed hard as the former shinobi continued.
“…but…I cannot feel its warmth anymore.”
xxxxxx
June 14, 2010
‘Dear Sasuke,
I’m so glad you’re approaching the Otsutsuki with extreme caution. If anything happened to you I don’t know what I’d do.
Thank you for sending me another letter.
You have no idea how much it meant to me, I’ve been going through a lot lately and reading your words made me feel like I could hold my head up another day. I wanted so badly to lay in bed and sleep for a thousand years, but your letter, it gave me the strength to move forward.
I’m so stressed out with everything that’s happening, with my job at the hospital, with our friends and just life in general I don’t know how much more I can handle. I’ve always been headstrong, headstrong to a fault a lot of the times, but in the last few weeks I’ve felt so weak and lost. Like I don’t know what to do, where to go, who to turn to, how to just breathe for a moment. Everything’s moving too fast and even if there was way for me to do it, I can’t slow down. I can’t stop, because if I do, if I fold, so many people go down with me and I feel as though that would take me down quicker than what’s happening now. I feel trapped and tired and I don’t know what to do any more, you know?
God, I’m sorry.
I didn’t mean to write all of this, I’m not really sure why I did but, I couldn’t help it. Life has gotten so hard, so terrifying, so stressful and weird that I don’t know what to do anymore. I’m worried. I’m scared. I just want things to go back to normal.
I’m sorry to dump all this on you. I’m sure you’re fighting your own demons. I want you to know, if there’s anything you want to talk about, anything you need to get off your chest for your own peace of mind, write to me about it. No pressure, no expectations. What we talked about before you left still stands. I’m your friend, first and foremost, I want to be there to help you, just like you help me.
Be careful.
Sakura.’
Sasuke placed the scroll in his pouch and reached for the next.
‘Hey Jackass,
If you think I’m gonna stop talking about my sexy Princess in any way, shape or form, you’re in for a rude awakening, dattebayo. Join the rest of our friends and accept it. Hinata is on my mind every second of everyday,
Deal with it.
Anyway; I got this issue with a friend and I really don’t know what to do about it.
Fuck it, its not like you’ll tell Hinata about it.
No reason to be vague.
Kiba’s in love with Hinata, and has been for a while apparently but he never made a move since she’s been in love with me since we were kids. Oh! Get this! She even knows when she started liking me! I don’t remember it much but she ran away during her uncle’s funeral when she was three and I helped her get back home. She says that’s when she started feeling that ‘happy warmth’ in her chest when she saw me in the village. By the time she was six and I saved her from the bullies, she was a goner for me, dattebayo! It’s like her whole life she’s loved me. I wish I could back in time and just take her home for me when we were three! I’m an idiot and it pisses me off that I wasted so much time not having her by my side this whole time! We could’ve been married like, before I even left with Ero-Sennin! And no I’m not being overly dramatic, I would’ve fell for her just as fast just as hard as I did when she held me that night after they told me Pervy Sage was killed.
I cannot wait to marry her, dattebayo.
What I feel for her, I don’t think this can even be called love anymore, love doesn’t do what I feel justice at all. Its beyond that.
I know, I know, you’re getting impatient. Fine. Lemme get to the point then.’
To be honest, Sasuke felt a very mild impatience. Barely noteworthy. Unlike his lust filled rambling in the previous letter, the one armed nin didn’t mind these heartfelt details. His best friend, a man that had lived through a hellish childhood, that had compounded that trauma by chasing after a wayward equally traumatized teammate, was happy.
No.
He was beyond happy.
Naruto was so far beyond heaven’s gates, Sasuke was sure that knucklehead was rubbing elbows with God himself. He’d found an angel and was never coming back to Earth, and Sasuke couldn’t be happier for him if he tried.
Making short work of the explanation of a drinking get-together gone wrong, Sasuke frowned as he continued reading.
‘I talked to Shikamaru recently, and he gave me solid advice and all but I don’t know man, I just really don’t know how I’m gonna go about doing this without ruining friendships or having Hinata too upset and disappointed in the both of us. I know she’s gonna be upset about what went down and no matter what I say, she’s not going to be okay with us fist fighting over it, but I’m not gonna lie, I don’t regret the fight. I know a lot of men would kill to be in my shoes, she’s fucking amazing in every way a woman can be, I’ve accepted that, I can deal with that, it annoys the fuck outta me when other men hit on her or flat out propose to her, but those are strangers, people neither one of us gives a shit about. This is Kiba, a friend we both care about. It weird, uncomfortable and kinda gross but I’m pretty sure I could’ve dealt with that, you know, once I had time to get over the shock and stuff. When I found out, I was livid, disgusted but I held my temper until he started saying shit about being the one planning a wedding with her now had he grown a pair and went after her years ago and for me, that’s crossing a line. That’s my woman, my soulmate, my wife for every lifetime I can have her for, and to hear him say those things, that shit ticked me off and right or wrong, we fought. I’ve yet to lose sleep over it.
I’m rambling.
Bottom line, I regret not telling her about it, for having Kurama help me cover it up and its been really buggin the shit outta me. I’ve never been dishonest with her and the more time that passes, I feel like its gonna make it worse when I come clean.
Its stressin me.
But I can’t keep dragging my feet. By the end of the month, I’m gonna have the conversation with Kiba and we gotta month after to figure out what to do with whatever goes down after we talk.
Anyway, I’m done bitchin, dattebayo.
I guess I just needed to vent about it or whatever.
Thanks for reading, ya know. Makes me feel a bit better even if it’ll take a while to get a response.
Watch your back out there. Later dude.
Naruto.’
xxxxxx
Long chapter, was in a smutty mood, so, you’re welcome. Wedding stuff is coming, yaaaay! We’re almost there! Hope you guys enjoyed. If you did, please, please, please leave a review for your hardworking writer!
Laters
Sessakag~
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