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𝔸 ℂ𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝔽𝕠𝕣 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖	By : Sessakag Category: Naruto AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 2744 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Five
Nothing Between Us

Hinata
Unknown Marshland

February 4, 2000

Blown across time and space, Hinata careened down a steep embankment, snapping loose jutting rocks as she rolled, staining her skin with dead grass, grit and dirt. Her collision course with the debris of nature did nothing to divert her mind from the stabbing agony throbbing at her neck or the scorching heat pumping through her veins, nor the piercing pounding bludgeoning her skull. She burned inside, as though her internal organs were slowly melting into mush, as though those mushy innards were dripping acid and would burn through her flesh and bone given enough time. Compared to her internal torment, every bump and slam of this slanted dirt mound turned battering ram was little more than a distant ache.
She came to a abrupt stop in a cold marshy pit just deep enough to envelope her head.
Icy water engulfed her body, its frigid temperature a shock to her system.
She struggled, flailing beneath the pool of muddy liquid and rotting vegetation with uncoordinated limbs, swallowing a mouthful of the disgusting fluid in her wild struggle for air.
Panicking, she swam-kicked for the surface, letting out a piercing scream as she rose to the top.
Her blindly thrashing hands connected with something mushy but solid.
She latched on with both hands, fingers sinking into muddy wall of the pit.
Hanging on for dear life, Hinata let out another pained scream, her tormented cry echoing across the empty marsh. Excruciating spasms cycled her body with every pump of her racing heart, she could feel each contraction like the drag of barbwire beneath her flesh.
Lips parting in a voiceless scream, Hinata’s mind crawled towards madness as a new evolution of suffering slowly began to build.
Merciless pressure squeezed her insides, driving what felt like serrated blades through her muscles.
Dark circles dotted her vision, consciousness dimmed…
She went under again, briefly, drawing in a lung full of water.
A burst of adrenaline jerked her back to alertness, propelling a second fight for the surface. She broke through in the midst of a coughing fit, reaching out blindly for the muddy wall again. Her trembling fingers burrowing into the squishy outer side of the pit, clenching desperately in the much to keep herself afloat as harsh coughs racked her small frame.
She moaned misery with each one, weeping as they amplified her pain.
She heaved, lungs protesting violently as her next hacking cough brought forth a viscus fluid. Black sludge splattered the muddy water, touching her chest, throat and sinuses in lava as it left her body. She wheezed, shaking all over as shards of pain carved deep groves down to what felt like her very soul.
She cried out again, wailing her agony to the surrounding mud soaked terrain.
Her grip slipped, nearly sending her careening back into the marsh.
She had to get out.
The agonizing pain was throwing her body into chaos, she’d drown at this rate.
Calling on every ounce of strength in her weakened limbs, the sickly witch pulled herself from the water on arms that quaked, instantly cradling her pounding temples the moment she was fully on land. A hellish choirs of wails filled her ears, keening a melody so horrendous, so terrible, she feared her sanity would bleed through her ears. Pain battered her head, pounding inside her cranium like the beating of a million hammers.
The vampire’s curse…
This was no ordinary execration.
Steeped in power, cloaked in tremendous waves of hate and animus, the presence of the sorceress that cursed his line was still present, her very will embedded inside a spirit sigil interwoven with the curse. Like a restless ghost attached to his bloodline, a living, magical entity bent on the destruction of any being that came in contact with this Natural.
And now, Hinata found herself exposed to it’s taint.
She could feel it tampering with her magic, probing at her own sigil, tugging and ripping at the bindings holding back the destructive concentration of black magic she held inside of her.
Throwing off the delicate balance of the seal beneath her damp bangs.
She couldn’t let that happen.
That power was dangerous, unholy and profane, if unsealed, this world would be plunged into a plague unseen since the banishment of witches.
Bringing muddy fingertips to her temples, Hinata pushed a flood of magic to her seal, reinforcing her sigil, strengthening Darui’s bindings, infusing her own will atop his. It was like fighting a raging beast with naught but her own fledging strength.
This sorceress was old, her dark magic aged and potent.
She couldn’t win, not on sheer force alone.
A surge of magic blasted her senses, initiating another bought of painful coughs that left her ribs throbbing, and her mouth gritty with black rot. She sagged, fingers sinking into the muddy earth below, trembling arms struggling to hold her weight as she struggled to breathe.
Her vision blurred.
Wheezing two agonizing breaths, Hinata willed herself to stay awake, to ignore the lava in her veins, the knives carving apart her insides.
She needed to start an incantation…but she didn’t have enough magic.
Her fight with the three Naturals had taken so much.
The sorceress’ curse tore through a safeguard, Hinata’s screams echoed as it burrowed inside the sinister cauldron of power inside of her, greedily soaking up the manifestation of evil, absorbing great vats of magic as it desperately worked to widen the gap.
She could feel the Caged Bird Seal slowly unraveling.
The weight of the sorceresses magic was heavy, too heavy for the purity sigil to contain.
Tipping the scales even further to the darkness.
The pure magic beginning to become overshadowed by dark magic, an eclipse that would shatter the seal completely if she didn’t do something to readjust the ratio.
She had to stop the erosion.
Her mind spun, searching desperately for a solution, only to come time and again to only one.
She would have to let some of it…out.
The magic inside the seal was evil incarnate, it had instinct but not will.
Not like the vampire’s curse.
If she could drain enough dark magic and replace what was lost with the sorceress, it would restore order and trap the sorceresses presence. Hinata might be a mere fledgling in the face of the sorceress, but the wizard that created her Bird Seal was not.
This could work.
It had to work, but heavens above she didn’t want this. Unleashing more strife on this realm was the last thing she wanted but…
She didn’t have a choice.
Heart pounding in her ears, pain hollowing her insides, Hinata reached clumsily for a nearby branch, took its pointed end and drove it into her thumb until it wept crimson. Smearing the Kaheksakand sigil across her forehead with her bloody digit, Hinata poured what was left of her magic into the eight-point star…
…and said the word she dreaded most, “Release.”
A quake shook the earth below, the sky darkened, and a torrent spilled from the glowing seal beneath her bangs.
It felt like claws carving groves in her temples, ripping her head apart at the seams. Thick miasma, deep violet and writhing, seeped through her pores. It plumed outwards, stretching across the wetland like a cloud of death, a single touch turning trees into decayed husks, mummifying nearby marshland creatures where they stood, and turning the brown grass it passed into to dust.
It gathered around her, scratching at her skin, yanking on her long dark hair, and needling her very bones with its hateful energy.
Hinata bore it’s ugly presence without complaint, her mind focused only on the balance, determined to find the thread that would allow her to trap as much of the sorceress behind the seal as she could. It was hard to feel anything beneath the darkness surrounding her.
It was so dark, so loud, so overwhelming in it’s entirety.
She strained harder, tuning her senses inwards.
The scent of copper filled her nose, a crimson streak oozed from her right nostril. The miasma pushed and pulled, throwing her again and again into the muddy dirt.
Sucking in a trembling breath, Hinata reached for the light…the presence of her mentor…
There!
A pulse swept her flesh, repelling the miasma, sending it scuttling into the distance. Panic turned her body cold as she watched it disappear, thundering away to no doubt spread it’s animus to unsuspecting Naturals. There was nothing she could do, not right now. Closing the seal was the best way for her to protect everyone. Feeling clammy and heartsick, Hinata clasped her hands, focusing every fiber of her being into her next words.
“I call upon she who shall not be named,” she wheezed, power touching her lips, “the deity of suffering, the harborer of pain. ”
Without the eight-trigram circle, it was a struggle, she could feel that awful presence hovering just out of range.
Their connection was weak.
“Through Hizashi’s covenant formed in rain, I offer this sacrament for power and gain,” she shouted, hoping the force of her will would help bridge the gap.
That she would listen.
“Consume!”
Hinata nearly wept relief when she felt the sorceress being ripped away, wailing a horrendous cry as she devoured it.
The seal reacted as the their dark magic compressed, caging them both beneath divine energy.
As chaos dimmed, Hinata felt her eyelids droop, her tense muscles unwind, and the nausea inducing adrenaline begin to fade.
She didn’t want to pass out, not now.
She had to purify the corruption she had released, on it’s on the miasma was dangerous, but should it find any of the lingering pockets of leftover dark magic polluting this world, the consequences would be far more dire than dealing with the manifestation of mindless evil.
She willed her body to move, for her legs to pull her from the muck, but they refused.
She fell hard, splashing dirty water, closing her eyes as the world spun.
Rest…
She needed to rest…just for a little while.
When she woke, when she had the strength to move forward, she’d fix everything.
She’d put this all to rights.
But now…
Now, she was too tired to do anything.
Curled up in the comfort of soggy earth, Hinata allowed her eyes to fall closed.
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Naruto
Konoha

February 6, 2000

“He’s in remission.”
Naruto wasn’t a complete idiot, sure, there were gaps in his orphan upbringing here and there, and he could be socially dense at times, but he wasn’t stupid.
Still…
“What the heck does that mean?” he asked the slug woman staring wide eyed at a clipboard.
Whether the ever serious, tell-it-like-it-is, Dr. Tsunade Senju thought he was dumb for not knowing what the word meant, he would never know. Completely engrossed in Sasuke’s blood work, quietly fascinated by the results, the Carcolh barely paid him any mind as she read over numbers and categories that made zero sense to the werefox.
They were back in the cursoligist office of the illustrious Tsunade Senju, sent straight over from the Hokage himself following a short mission debrief.
Neither Sasuke, nor Naruto protested the order.
In fact, they were both hell bent on returning to the clinic after what happened on their way back to Konoha.
A few hours after Sasuke got dental with the witch, really weird shit started happening to him.
It started after the group found the town Naruto suggested, and Sasuke bedded down in an underground hotel room for the day while Naruto and Sakura stopped by a clinic to see if there was anything they could do about his assaulted senses.
No such luck.
They went from one medical hub to another, and by the third the werefox started to panic a bit.
His ailment was magical not natural and there were a total of zero cursoligist in the city.
No one could really help him.
Luckily, on the way back from the fifth clinic two towns over, his symptoms drastically began to improve and so, he decided to lay next to his comatose mate until his ability to use all five senses returned fully. An hour into resting beside his lover his sixths sense went haywire and a few moments later, a unfamiliar presence began seeping into his skin.
It was warm and extremely weird…not unpleasant per say.
Just…strange.
Unnatural.
It took him a moment to realize it was radiating off Sasuke, wrapped up in the distinct scent of cinnamon.
Trying to wake a vampire in the middle of the day was like asking a fish not to get wet underwater.
Wasn’t happening.
So Naruto passed the remaining sunlight hours monitoring his sleeping Ice Prince, not sure what he’d do if something did happen.
He didn’t know shit about magic.
But.
Luck was again with him, since nothing really happened aside from the energy and scent.
Once sunset rolled around, shit really popped off. Sasuke woke up a half an hour before, a first for him, and promptly vomited. It wasn’t the same ol’ same ol’ toxic black goo. His pain level was higher, his agony traumatizing to the blonde, but his vomit was what really freaked them both out. It was the same black, viscous except it just…evaporated, turning to sparkling dust right before it hit the ground.
Suffice to say, they hightailed it back home, Sasuke stopping several times to expel more glittery powder.
It seemed as painful as his curse puking but when it was over, Sasuke seemed to feel…better.
Lighter, as he described it.
After giving the Rokudaime the rundown, Sasuke was ordered a full examination.
Now here they were.
Naruto seated in a comfortable arm chair across from the high examination bed where Sasuke sat, his pale skin a stark contrast to the soft blue gown draped over his naked body.
“It means that he’s asymptomatic right now.”
Shizune, Tsunade’s assistant, explained, pacing towards the pair, her onyx eyes excited, hooves clanking. The black-haired centaur shuffled left and right, a happy dance Naruto recognized from other centaurs in a good mood. It looked pretty funny when her brown half-horse body was swathed in a sterile white lab coat, and her long bushy tail was pinwheeling.
“This has never happened before,” she continued, “all from a single bite, these results are amazing!”
Dr. Senju hummed quietly, painting a far calmer, professional picture than her assistant.
The cursoligist herself was not what he was expecting. He’d never seen a Carcolh before but he had to say this one was interesting.
She was tall and buxom, blonde and honey eyed. Her long yellow hair was bunched and arranged at the back of her skull reminiscent of a mollusk shell, stretching from the middle of her head down to her shoulder blades. Two long, tawny bangs shaped her humanoid face, stretching down to her heavy bosom and kind of reminded him of Sakura’s snake locks, though they didn’t move and didn’t have heads. Two long antennae jutted from the middle of her crown, curving down over the left and right sides of her head. Those twin spindly appendages were how she treated cursed patients, much to his amazement.
He glanced over at his Sasuke, opening his mouth to ask him if he understood this medical terminology. Sasuke appeared frozen in place, his obsidian eyes wide and shocked. Naruto stood and reached for his hand, blonde brows creasing when he felt how cold and clammy it was.
“Sasuke?”
“It means…” he swallowed, continuing in a voice that was a little hoarse, “the curse’s symptoms are gone, dobe.”
Naruto felt his world narrow, Sasuke words echoing in his ears. His head spun, and his legs suddenly began to protest his weight.
“His curse is intact but as of now, it’s completely dormant,” Tsunade finally elaborated, finally turning her attention to the recently enlightened member of the duo, though her antenna shifted over Sasuke to reconfirm,“and his symptoms are absent. His blood, saliva, bodily fluids, all clear and harmless from our initial screening and testing, though we still need to-”
Naruto captured the Uchiha’s lips in a kiss that left both women scandalized, amused and more than a little hot and bothered.
The lip-lock starved blonde dove straight for the French, thrusting his tongue against his startled lover’s wet appendage the way he’d practiced on his own arm when he lay beside Sasuke’s comatose form during daylight hours. His eyes burned beneath his closed lids, his chest so tight he could barely breathe. He poured every ounce of his pain, his happiness, his hope into their fused lips.
Expressing what he couldn’t possibly shape into words.
This was their first kiss, their only kiss, and to Naruto, would forever be the best kiss they ever shared.
They separated long moments after, way too soon in Naruto’s mind.
Cheeks beet read, onyx eyes dazed but heated, Sasuke licked his own wet lips, before grumbling, “idiot, we don’t know how long this’ll last.”
The reckless blonde barely heard him, tracing his lover’s wet lower lip with his thumb, wanting to taste him again.
“Sasuke…” he rumbled.
“Yea dobe.”
“Let’s go home, ‘ttebayo.”
“Hold on Mr. HotPants!” Tsunade boomed, her own cheeks flushed as she turned and reached for the kit Shizune held out, “take this. I’ll work on fashioning a more convenient monitor but for now, you’ll need to do this manually,” she handed it to the flushed werefox, “test his blood every hour on the hour, and if-, what am I saying after that show you two just put on, when you’re about to become intimate, test him directly before. We don’t know if this effect is permanent, in my experience breaking a curse is far more complicated than sampling the blood of a witch, so for now, better safe than sorry. Assume this is only a temporary reprieve,” her gaze narrowed, focused solely on the feral blonde, “you need to be careful. Enjoy whatever time you have but don’t become reckless. Be safe.”
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Their home was a modest apartment located in the heart of town, smack dab in the most diverse district of Konoha. A year before their Academy class graduated, the village began constructing more affordable apartments for the new, incoming generation of young adults and as each of their peers hit the age of maturity, many began their life right in this little community.
Naruto and Sasuke included.
Their apartment was a two bedroom, one bathroom abode.
Just enough room for two fully grown men in the prime of their life, and tucked below ground in the bowels of the complex in deference to Sasuke.
They barely parted lips on their way down, nearly missing their stop if not for the ding of the elevator. Sasuke dug the keys from Naruto’s pocket, somehow getting the door open despite the kitsune shifter doing his best to devour him.
The door slammed behind them, and Naruto found himself pinned against it.
Naruto was usually the aggressor, his high libido and innate instincts often compelling him to dominate and subdue, not that Sasuke was any sort of pushover. The blood drinker had his own compulsions and need for control, and was more than willing to fight him for it.
Tonight was different.
Sasuke was on him the moment they stepped through the door, and he wasn’t asking for compliance, he was demanding it.
The randy vampire swept his mouth slow and deliberate, sucking on his lips suggestively, tangling their tongues in a way that made his head spin. Warm hands slipped beneath his shirt, caressing the hard planes of his abdominals, slow gliding up and over his chest. Naruto’s breath caught as calloused thumbs circled his nipples, just shy of touching the actual points. The sensual combination of touch and wet tongue fucking with his brain.
Naruto had been starved for closeness and deeper physical petting, now that it was happening, he felt overloaded.
His skin incredibly sensitive and responsive.
His cock was hard enough to break boulders, his balls drawn so tight he feared a single touch would send him careening over the edge of climax.
He’d never experienced this level of intimacy and couldn’t figure out how the hell to process it.
As though sensing his high strung energy, Sasuke pulled away with a last heady lick across his lips, his pale face flushed, fangs extended, looking every much the predator ready to devour his prey.
“How the hell are you better at this than me,” Naruto muttered, pulling the other man chest to chest with him.
Sasuke snorted, “I’m better than you at everything, dobe.”
Naruto rolled his eyes skyward, “one kiss and you’re already this cocky.”
“I don’t have a reason to be?” he hummed, nibbling and sucking the vulnerable pulse at his carotid.
Naruto suppressed a shudder, goosebumps pebbling his flesh, a low groan rumbling his throat. Fingers trailed the hard planes of his stomach, circled his navel and dipped just below the waistband of his pants. Sasuke had touched him before, more times than he could count, but it was a whole new ballgame to feel the heat of his moist mouth alongside it. The dual glides had him teetering on the precipice of nirvana, stimulated and surrounded by stimuli that somehow had direct connection to every nerve ending in his body.
His abdominals contracted as Sasuke found the part of him that ached the most, swirling his thumb around his weeping head in time with the lapping at his neck before wrapping his hand around his throbbing cock and giving it a slow pump that curled his toes in his sandals.
Maybe it wasn’t a stretch for his Ice Prince to be a little cocky.
Greedy for another taste of this uninhibited contact, Naruto found his lover’s mouth with his own, plundering his depths a lot less artfully than Sasuke, but from the way his vampire hummed his pleasure, his ardor more than made up for the lack of finesse. Naruto reached around for a handful of pliant flesh, squeezing one buttock then the other as Sasuke stroked his sex faster, his grip tightening. More than a little riled up, Naruto fumbled with Sasuke’s waistband, hungry to feel skin on skin, annoyance stoking his temper when Sasuke’s pants refused to give his groping hands room.
“Would it kill ya to wear elastic?” he growled, reaching instead for the buttons, backing the vampire down the hall as he complained, “shouldn’t be this hard to get in your pants, ya know.”
Stretchy clothing was a necessity for shifters like himself, but he was of a mind that everybody should hop on the stretchy train.
Especially Sasuke.
Easy on and even easier off.
“Work for it, lazy dobe.”
He snorted.
Fuck that.
Ripping and tearing at the offending material, Naruto tossed strips of fabric over the couch as he steered them to the bedroom, swallowing any protest his lover voiced with his own mouth. His boxers were next, shirt following as they met the threshold of their room. They hit the door on the way in, a resounding boom echoing as they stumbled around like two teenagers new to intimacy, and maybe in a way, they were.
His calve hit the bed.
Sasuke pushed him down to the pliant mattress, his body bouncing only once before the amorous vampire pressed him deeper into the softness below, straddling his waist in all his pale-skinned naked glory. Naruto drank in the sight, tracing the hard planes of his body, the hard cock resting atop his own clothed sex, his blue gaze entranced by the red eyes peering beneath mussed raven hair.
He arched, grinding his dick against Sasuke’s, sliding his hands along the granite muscle of his thighs. His skin was warm, so fucking additively warm beneath his palms.
Leaning down, Sasuke fused their lips again, sucking the air from his lungs. Naruto returned his passion tenfold, snagging his eager tongue on a wayward fang, but rather than pulling back, he shared his crimson flavor with his lover, enticing him to suck the hot fluid from his tongue. Sasuke devoured him in turn, sucking hard enough to make his dick throb, ravenous in a way he’d never seen him before.
A growl left his Ice Prince’s throat.
Rough hands shredded his shirt.
Naruto had barely tossed away the scraps of his shirt before Sasuke was yanking at his bright orange pants, and equally orange boxers. Both articles of clothing made it mid-thigh before the suddenly impatient vampire moved on to more interesting avenues.
Naruto should have realized what was about to happen.
Sasuke was in remission, they could do anything they wanted to.
They were safe to fulfill every fantasy they had ever wanted to live out.
And still, it didn’t crossed his mind until he was too late to brace himself.
Hot, wet moisture engulfed his cock, a soft tongue traced his mushroom tip, and as he struggled to make his lungs function, to make sense of the agonizing bliss wrapped around his dick, Sasuke sank down his length, paused long enough to push him to the point of madness, before sucking hard on the way up. Every muscle, every brain cell, every nerve and impulse that comprised him came to a screeching halt.
Sensation overriding any, and everything but the suction at his genital.
He lifted his torso on shaky arms, needing to see with his own eyes what his short-circuiting mind was telling him was happening.
Unabashed, Sasuke was sucking his dick.
“Holy fuck,” he rasped, heated eyes fused to the dark head slowly bobbing at his groin.
A low growl left his lips, fingers gripping the sheets below, hips rocking into the steady suction. His eyes rolled as warm saliva slid down his cock, fingers cupping his sac with just the right pressure.
How the hell he’d ever lived without this, Naruto didn’t know.
It was so goddamn good, an indescribable ecstasy he could barely stand.
Sasuke settled into a steady rhythm, smooth and leisurely, the occasional glide of teeth touching his turgid flesh.
Naruto didn’t give a shit.
He was lost in a haze of no return.
Each tight pass of his mouth, every twirl of his tongue chipping away at his control. Wet suckling filled his ears, a lewd symphony punctuating the lascivious act being done to him.
Stroking fingers and rough palms coasted his inner and outer thighs.
A wayward digit delved just between the crease of his ass.
He was losing his mind.
Caught up in agonizing rapture, Naruto cupped the back of Sasuke’s head, a needy groan leaving his lips as he raised his hips and tugged his dark head down, desperate for his lover to take it all, to swallow every hard inch he had to offer. His insides clenched as he crammed another three inches in Sasuke’s mouth, his tip bumping his throat, the shifter’s big body trembling as orgasm beat at his balls.
His blissed out groan echoed in his own ears.
Sasuke flinched, body spasming twice before he pulled back, slapping Naruto’s tremblings hands from his head and glaring up at the horny werefox.
Naruto knew it wasn’t supposed to be a sexy look, but fuck if it didn’t make him burn inside.
He’d seen that look on his Ice Prince’s face before, those furrowed brows like the wings of an angry raven, that challenging, stubborn glint twinkling in his crimson eyes, the combination of which told him Sasuke was displeased with him and ready to do battle to get his way. That look usually served to annoy an equally irritated blonde in the midst of an argument, or amuse him when he was doing something to purposefully get on his vampire’s nerves, it was an entirely different experience to see it with the tip of his dick nestled between his lips.
Sucking in a harsh breath, he reached for him again, threading his fingers through damp silky hair only to have his hand smacked again.
His gut clenched, instincts rising to the forefront.
A deep frown tugged his lips.
Sasuke was challenging him, asserting control and denying his own, something the brunette knew was the quickest way to rile him up. Blue eyes flashed red, the straight lines on his cheek growing slightly jagged. His fingers itched to grab the wayward Natural and show him exactly who was in charge, to throw him to the bed and fuck the challenge right out of him.
Sasuke licked the underside of his cock, throwing him right back in the inferno of mindless ecstasy. Strong fingers massage his sac, tracing the sensitive seam between, then gliding all the way down to tease his tant.
Naruto shivered, arching for more, flexing his hips.
The pale vampire ignored his voiceless demand, continuing to glare expectantly at the tortured blonde, another familiar expression Naruto recognized.
He was deliberately being tormented, a punishment for something he’d done.
What it was, he didn’t know.
It was hard to think.
Sasuke’s hot mouth on his crown, motionless but for the slight motion of his tongue was killing him.
His fevered mind struggled to identify the reason, both times he’d had his hands slapped away replaying in his mind.
It clicked a beat later.
This was Naruto’s first blow job, but this was also Sasuke’s first time giving one, of course he couldn’t fit a goddamn log down his throat without gagging…
…yet.
“Sorry,” he panted, then gritted his teeth as Sasuke returned to sucking his soul from his cock.
Hot slippery warmth took half of his length again, a sopping tongue traced his veined underside, a hint of fang nicking him here and there. Naruto panted as though at full sprint, fisting the sheets for the strength to endure. Sasuke wrapped a hard, callous-roughed hand around the left over cock he couldn’t pack into his mouth, squeezing tight, and twisting slowly, pumping the way Naruto liked his handjobs, his dripping saliva a natural, sinful, lubricant.
Naruto arched, growling a rumbling groan, gripping the bedsheets harder in an effort to hold back the climax pounding in his balls.
He wasn’t gonna last long.
A first for him.
“Fuck Sasuke,” he whispered.
Sasuke found his sac again, massaging the tightly drawn spheres, tracing their seam then cupping both strong enough to draw a pitiful moan from his lips.
The sweaty werefox squeezed his eyes shut.
Letting sensation wash over him, Sasuke’s careful but insistent sucking driving him to the edge faster than he’d ever been pushed.
A tide swept over him, blasting his pleasure centers all at once.
“I’m gonna cum,” he wheezed, a split second warning for his lover to pull away before he got a mouth full of cream.
Sasuke didn’t slow, didn’t pull away. He bobbed quicker, pumping his cock faster, fusing his mouth to his tip and sucking hungrily like a nursing pup. Tossing his head back, Naruto roared his ecstasy to the ceiling above, his body trembling, muscles spasming as hot ejaculate rushed from his screaming balls.
It was the most erotic sensation he’d ever experienced in his twenty-five years of life.
He felt replete but starving for more, drowsy eyes struggling not to cross.
“Never seen you come so quick,” Sasuke chuckled throatily before leaning forward and running his tongue along the blonde’s saliva shiny cock.
Naruto shuddered, heavy lids lowering another fraction as he watched.
He was still hard, still throbbing, still wanting to shove his aching sex inside the warm orifice of his lover’s body.
That at least hadn’t changed.
“Never had my dick sucked before,” he rumbled, “what’d you expect, ‘ttebayo?”
He reached for the pale skinned male, sliding his fingers through his hair, then down along his cheek and throat, feeling the warmth of his skin.
Tracing a droplet of sweat.
“First time having your mouth on me,” he continued huskily, “first time making love to you and not feeling like my dick is gonna get frostbite.”
He rose, sliding to the edge of the bed and pushing Sasuke to his feet.
“Of course I’d lose it,” he growled, pressing wet lips to his abdomen, wrapping his hand around Sasuke’s bobbing cock, “let me show you why I lost it so quick.”
He leaned in and took the angry head between his lips.
Hard and warm, his taste slightly salty but uniquely Sasuke, Naruto liked the heady flavor, the weight of his sex on his tongue, the deep groans he drew from his Ice Prince. His own arousal climbed, a rush of adrenaline hitting his veins as Sasuke thrust his hips towards his lips, breath hitching, muscles flexing.
Naruto grinned at the familiar needy gesture, muttering, “now who’s losing control?”
He closed the distance between them again, taking a few more inches this time, a fact not lost on Sasuke. His breath hitched, a tortured hiss leaving his throat. Naruto worked him slow and careful, trying to keep his teeth tucked, and his rhythm steady.
He was clumsy, but like him, Sasuke didn’t seem to give a shit.
Saliva ran down his lips, jaw slightly aching as he sucked hard enough to hollow his cheeks. Sasuke shuddered, groaning as though pained, his lightly weeping cock pulsing on his tongue.
Naruto peered up, fiercely aroused by the look on his lover’s face.
Eyes close, fangs fully extended, head thrown back, face a cross between agony and pleasure, Sasuke looked like a dark angel.
Naruto wanted more.
He wanted to see him completely undone.
Testing his gag reflex, Naruto slipped down another inch…
…and regretted it.
His spasmed, jerking away to catch his breath and relieve the uncomfortable sensation initiating a small coughing fit. He knew what deep-throating was, he and Sasuke had watched more than enough porn to know, it hadn’t looked that hard to do but apparently it wasn’t a feat first timers could accomplish on their first cock guzzling journey. There were…logistics and practicing involved. Considering neither man was anywhere near under-endowed, Naruto suspected they’d be struggling for a while before it got any easier.
Sasuke snorted above him.
Naruto glared at his smug, shit eating grin that gloated ‘now you see how it feels’.
Unfortunately, he did see now.
“Alright, alright, sorry again,” the newly contrite werewolf apologized, now that he’d experience a triggered gag reflex for himself, though petulantly muttered, “how was I supposed to know it’d feel like that?”
“Common sense, dobe,” Sasuke grunted, “there’s a reason you chew before you swallow.”
Pouting annoyance, Naruto raised a brow, flashing canine.
“Chew before I swallow, huh…” he repeated, eying his lover’s sex.
“It’d be the last thing you ever do,” Sasuke warned, fangs twinkling.
Arousal hit his gut.
He always loved a challenge, any kind of contest to claim dominance, especially over Sasuke. His Ice Prince wasn’t exactly a submissive counterpart. They constantly ‘battled’ for superiority. Naruto’s compulsion to engage in pissing contests (and hating to lose them) was driven more so by the instinct of a bestial Natural, Sasuke’s was pushed by his contrarian personality in Naruto’s opinion.
His lover was a stubborn asshole that liked getting his way by any means necessary.
Rolling his eyes skyward, Naruto gripped the crowing brunette’s cock again, his grip tight enough to make the vampire flinch, “you’re lucky I like this part of you otherwise I’d show you how empty that threat was, ‘ttebayo.”
Whatever comeback hovered on the vampire’s lips were swept away as the blonde took him in his mouth again, restarting that earlier rhythm but adding an exploratory twist.
The results were instant.
Sasuke hissed a breath, then groaned low in his lungs, hard fingers threaded his blonde locks.
Naruto contemplated knocking them away, not wanting to gag again, but Sasuke didn’t press, merely gripped his yellow mane like he wanted to snatch him bald. Enjoying the sting, Naruto swirled his tip, a droplet of salty fluid his reward.
Sasuke trembled, muscles turning granite and glistening sweat.
“Suck harder,” he panted.
Naruto tightened his lips, shaping the knob in his mouth with his tongue as his cheeks hollowed.
“Like that,” he groaned, “fuck.”
Humming quietly as Sasuke’s bliss filled his ears, Naruto slid his hands up his Ice Prince’s legs, rough palms caressing the stiff power of his calves, tracing the lust inducing muscles of his inner thighs before finding his favorite peach. Sasuke grunted a pleasured sound as Naruto slapped both pillows hard enough to sting, then groped him roughly, squeezing and kneading the pliant but firm globes.
Sasuke had the cutest ass.
It wasn’t huge by any stretch of the imagination, but that’s what made it cute to him. Small and round, thick enough to fill his hand and more than enough for him to watch it jiggle enticingly when he was fucking it. Naruto couldn’t keep his hands off it. Catching a saliva glob from his lips, Naruto slipped his lubed fingers between his lover’s clenched cheeks, swirling his tight rosebud then slowly pushing through.
Sasuke flinched, erupted into shivers then flood his mouth with hot semen, groaning low and loud as he came, cupping the back of his head as his body expelled tension.
It was slightly bitter on his tongue, but the pheromones that hit his taste buds was like a shot of ecstasy, a concentration of everything that turned him on. Nostrils flaring, cock pounding painfully, Naruto looped his arms around the recovering male, tossing him to the mattress and giving him the weight of his own body. Their lips met in a hungry feasting, tongues laving, sharing the lingering taste of one another. As he tried his best to plunder every crevice of Sasuke’s mouth, Naruto reached out for the bedside table, yanked the top drawer and grabbed a bottle of lube.
He popped the cap, squirted a generous amount to his hand, and coated his sex, sucking on Sasuke’s bottom lip as he nudged his thighs apart.
Sasuke wrapped his legs around his narrow hips, muscular thighs clamping tight as Naruto pushed through the tight ring of his rear end. They shared a deep groan as Naruto pushed, nose to nose as they became one for the first time with naught but love between them.
No curse to keep them at arms length.
No cold skin stifling the experience.
No obstructive condom muting the sensation of their passionate coupling.
They were one.
Flesh to flesh.
Naruto ran calloused hands over his lover’s pale, heaving chest, baby blues rapt on the ecstasy splayed on the vampire’s handsome face as he bottomed out.
Heat…
Everywhere was so goddamn warm.
He shuddered, flexing his hips, revealing in feeling of tight, wet warmth. He thought his blow job was the most erotic thing he’d ever experienced, fucking Sasuke raw was making him second guess everything. He closed his eyes as rough hands stroked his spine, then groped both plump cheeks.
Sasuke arched, taking him deeper, squeezing him inside, disrupting the blonde’s moment of relish.
Naruto rocked his hips, forward and back, slow and deep, taking his time to find that chaotic rhythm that would drive them both crazy.
Sasuke tugged at his nipples, drawing a grown from the thrusting werefox. Naruto hissed a breath as he rolled the tender points, pinching just shy of painful. His pace quickened despite himself, too many sensations piling on top of one another, and yet his body craved more of it, a glutton for pleasure.
Lungs heaving, pulse racing, Naruto indulged the pace his body craved, hard and fast, pounding his ass with deep strokes, Sasuke’s teasing fingers fell away, groaning his name as he fisted the sheets.
Wrapping his fist around Sasuke’s flaccid cock, he stroked and pumped the way he knew his lover liked it, quick and tight, cupping his sac and adding pressure, the horny shifter worked in tandem with his own thrusting cock, determined to stroke the Uchiha back to life and watch him cum all over again. He was rewarded moments later as Sasuke’s dick returned to land of the living.
He grabbed the lube again, squirted a glob on his palm and returned to polishing one of his favorite poles.
“Fuck…”
Sasuke’s whispered curse hit him like a ton of bricks, he knew the sound of it, knew the combination of a ass fucking and cock pumping was about to make short work of his Ice Prince.
Sasuke grimaced, turn his head this way and that, spine arching as Naruto worked him over.
He watched as Sasuke fangs descended, peeking beyond his parted lips, bright red gleaming from onyx eyes. His blunted nails became tipped claws, nicking his tanned flesh as he caressed the hard ridges of his abdominals, traced his obliques before finding his nipples again. Naruto hissed a breath as he latched on to the twin peaks, rolling both with his pale thumbs then tugging each hard enough to bow his spine. He smoothed the ache a second later, his aggressive hands tugging the blonde closer.
Naruto knew what he wanted.
He bent, flattening his heavy body over his, bracing his free hand on the bed, his other still stroking as he offered the smooth column of neck, demanding the bite that would tie them as they should have been five years ago.
Sasuke was rough, eagerly sloppy, biting down harder than he needed to, but Naruto loved the wildness.
The loss of control in the heat of the moment.
And what a goddamn moment it was.
Everything he had thought it would be and more, the stories Sasuke shared with him from his Clan doing it little justice.
Naruto felt the connection taking root inside his chest, pounding through his veins like angry rapids.
He felt Sasuke.
As though a piece of his Ice Prince had joined his integral DNA make-up, as though a piece of himself Sasuke had been carrying around had finally come home.
His eyes burned, his throat knotted.
In the midst of their union, Sasuke stiffened, hot fluid coating Naruto’s fingers.
Beneath him, Sasuke wrapped strong arms around him as his body shuddered through climax, his quaking limbs clinging in a way that told him the last Uchiha felt it too.
That he too was a victim of this soul rending completion between them.
“Fuckin’ love you Sasuke,” he whispered fiercely, bucking his hips, stroking the remaining echoes of culmination from his softening cock, eliciting a groan around the fangs embedded inside his neck.
He slowed his thrust, revealing in the moment, Sasuke’s rough exhale and retracting fangs prompting him to move.
He rose, meeting Sasuke’s quietly emotional eyes.
His fangs were stained red, lips painted in Naruto’s blood. abdominals glistening with spent seed.
The kitsune shifter had never seen a more arousing picture, nor had he ever felt more proud. Finally able to provide for his mate, to feed him as was natural, to be what he needed to assuage his hunger instead of helplessly watching him suffer horribly every time he tried to eat.
Not this time.
Sasuke skin was a healthy peach, radiant in a way Naruto had never seen.
His heart ached anew.
He leaned down, mashing their lips, pressing his happiness against his lips, tasting copper as they rocked together. Moist, sweat glazed flesh sticking, exchanging heavy breaths as the friction between them reignited the blonde’s ardor. Drunk off the heady sound of flesh meeting flesh, whipped into a frenzy by the needy suction of Sasuke tight hole clinging to his dick, Naruto pumped his hips quicker, seeking his own fiery end.
His cock throbbed, balls tightening, canine extending as ecstasy ripped through his body.
He bent, lying chest to chest with the love of his life, sinking his teeth into the meaty nook between his neck and shoulder.
Hot liquid filled his mouth, a beat passed, and then it started.
The howl of his inner kitsune roared to life in his head. Blue morphed to blazing red, his whiskers grew jagged, radiance touched his skin.
His flesh grew hot, shining a vibrant golden, illuminating the darkness of their bedroom.
It pulsed between them, bathing Sasuke in opulent gold, singeing the other man in a way that had nothing to do with actual fire.
Sasuke held him through it, wrapping his body around the shuddering shifter pouring out his essence.
Naruto felt his eyes water but refused to let the tears fall. Instead he focused on this new depth of connection, this deeper, more profound awareness of Sasuke and his aura.
His energy.
His soul.
Naruto could feel it like a warm blanket draped over his shoulders on a cold day.
His world was finally fuckin right.
Tension ebbed slowly from his form, coinciding with the dimming of the internal fire extinguishing, once again pitching the lovers in darkness.
“Love you too, dobe,” Sasuke murmured, stroking the hard planes of his back, carding gentle fingers through his damp hair.
Naruto closed his eyes, basking in the attention, the affection, the completeness of their union. His chest hurting so bad he could barely stand it.
He was tired and happy.
Hopeful and anxious.
Absolutely dreading what the future held for them.
He wanted so bad for this to moment remain, for them to always be this close.
“I never though I’d ever get to kiss you, ya know?” Naruto admitted hoarsely, eyes burning, “let alone have…this.”
Sasuke response was as heavy as his heart, “that makes two of us.”
Naruto swallowed, exhaling a harsh breath into the crook of Sasuke’s shoulder.
“I can’t…we can’t go back to the way things were,” he murmured beneath his ear, then vowed, “we’ll find that witch again and next time, we’ll cure you,” he lifted enough to meet his dark eyes, “no matter what it takes.”
He pressed his lips to his mate, cutting off any skepticism Sasuke might inject to his impassioned statement.
He didn’t want to hear it.
Naruto swore they were never going returned to those hopeless days, and if he had to drag the lifeless corpse of the witch here to Konoha to keep his promise, so be it.
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Sasuke
Konoha

February 7th, 2000

His first realization that something was horribly wrong was the warm, slightly burning sensation on his skin. Instinctively he knew what it was caressing his flesh, his kind held an intrinsic alarm for the deadly rays. Not only that, he’d felt it once before, back when he was no taller than a household cat, before his sensitive dermis matured and forever rejected the heated stream at the tender age of five.
Despite tingles of unease urging him to rouse, sleep held him under.
He felt comfortable and cozy, as though floating atop a gentle current of water. He could hear its steady trickle, feel it soothing moisture lapping at his skin.
He sighed, shifting and drifting.
His head turned and dry warmth touched his face.
Brows crinkling, he raised an arm, splashing droplets on his cheeks and forehead as he shielded himself from the disturbance.
A groan passed his lips, a single eye glared at the source of his irritation.
A cheerful yellow ball glared back, radiating it’s annoying energy amongst an endless sea of vivid blue.
That alarm bell in his brain melded from a panicked scream to a roaring demand for self preservation. His body moved a beat before his brain made the connection, shooting from the murky water with a monstrous hiss, escaping to a small shadow created by an overhanging ledge jutting out of a steep embankment above him.
Sunlight …
His lungs seized as his mind narrowed to that terrifying reality.
Sunlight!
He’d been lying beneath the fucking sun!
Pulse pounding, chest heaving, Sasuke checked his body for burns, touching his skin with frantic hands.
He felt warm to the touch, warmer than he’d ever been, but…unharmed, not even as much as a sunburn marred his pale skin.
He checked again, disbelief rising as he came up empty once more.
There were only a few times in his life where he’d gotten caught in the sun, each one an experience he never wanted to repeat, but from those brushes with a potentially horrendous death, he learned just how dangerous sunlight was to him. It took less than five seconds for daylight to scald his skin, thirty to burn him down to bone, and just under a minute for hellfire to set him alight, and yet he’d laid in that dirty water in nothing but boxers and vulnerability longer than a minute.
His skin should be engulfed in fire, he should be in agony.
Even beneath his cover he should feel the heat rays around him like fumes from a broiling oven.
Yet, he was fine.
Untouched and stunned.
Bewildered, he looked around.
He was in some sort of a pit full of dank water that smelled grimy and was painted a ghastly greenish brown. The soft dirt was muddy the closer it was to the marsh, dead trees and debris littered the narrow swath of land.
Nothing looked remotely familiar.
His brows furrowed.
Where in the fuck was he…
Searching his memory for a clue, he replayed the time before he opened his eyes.
He remembered his appointment with Dr. Senju, his remission, the subsequent love making, the bonding, testing his blood before falling asleep wrapped around his werefox lover then …
Nothing.
He woke up here, wherever here was, immune to the consequences of sunlight. He was nearly convinced this was, impossibly, all a dream, though there was a realism he couldn’t shake from his senses. His hair was wet, he could feel moisture dripping down his temples, he could smell the musk of the pit permeating his nostrils, and the slight chill of his soaked skin every time the wind blew.
Real.
All real.
From his safe haven, Sasuke glanced once more at the fiery sphere above.
Steeling himself, he reached out in front of him, watching as his shadowed hand crossed that threshold between light and dark.
Warmth, minus melting skin.
His steps were a touch hesitant, but he moved forward, emerging from darkness into light. He raised an arm, shielding his eyes in an effort to dim the intensity of a sight he had never thought to witness again. Gooey mud sucked at his bare feet, a few spots sinking him to the ankle. He walked the mudflat, quietly soaking up the tranquil beauty of daytime activity.
Birds chirped and fluttered by, white-tailed deer bounded in the woodland beyond, a turtle crossed his path, crawling sluggishly from the marsh.
As he rounded the hard shelled creature, he noticed something nestled in mud.
Dark shiny locks, vibrantly pale skin covered in muck, leaves and dirt.
It was humanoid.
He squinted.
A human?
He didn’t feel himself moving but he blinked and was kneeling beside the figure.
A female.
It was a woman.
He reached for her, turning her carefully.
He wasn’t expecting her eyes to be open, but they were. Milky white shot through with soft purple, gentle and vulnerable like a doe.
They were …pretty.
Beautiful.
Touching him the way Naruto s deep blue did.
All of her was …beautiful.
Her button nose, the blush of her rounded cheeks, the plump lips that …
…he wanted to…
There was a compulsion in him as he stared into her lavender eyes. He should be alarmed, he should be disgusted, but all he felt was the urge to press his lips to hers, to slip his tongue inside her mouth and discover her unique flavor.
He would have, if her frightened face hadn‘t snapped him from his daze.
“Who are you?” he asked.
She stared at him, wide eyed and stunned, her plush lips parted, chest rising with what he felt was panic. He didn’t know this female, he was certain he didn’t, and yet there was a…thread of connection flowing between them, a familiarity that felt out of place but tangible none the less.
His lips moved but …the words didn’t belong to him.
“What is your name ?”
His question seemed to upset her more. Her snowy skin grew paler, her body recoiled as though struck, she looked seconds from bolting from his side even as her lips moved.
“Hinata ,” she whispered.
The world narrowed then spun, knocking him off his feet.
He fell, tumbling head first into darkness …
His eyes opened.
A pair of baby blues stared back at him. Blonde brows creased, face drawn in concern, Naruto lay half way on top of him, pressed nearly chest to chest.
“You were mumbling…in your sleep,” the werefox informed him.
The silence that followed was as disturbing as his lover’s tone and the words themselves.
Vampire slumber was truly comparable to the sleep of the dead. His body shut down and he became no different than a corpse. Never in the history of vampire behavior did one move, speak or even breathe in their comatose state.
Never.
It was an impossibility.
His own brows creased.
So was dreaming but…that’s exactly what he’d been doing. He knew because Naruto had explained it to him. It was normal, routine even, for the werefox to dream when he slept, and he often described those crazy alternate realities to Sasuke when he woke up.
‘It feels just like real life, dattebayo, but kinda weird too. Lotta times you can do stuff you normally can’t do when you’re awake.’
It was fuzzy, and he didn’t remember it all but, he had been dreaming.
“I was dreaming.”
Startled, Naruto’s wide eyes moved over him as though trying to uncover the reason for this phenomenon located on his face, “what the hell do you mean dreaming? Vampires don’t dream, ‘ttebayo.”
“They don’t talk in their sleep either,” he pointed out.
An air of disquiet flowed between them.
“Was I breathing?”
Naruto shook his head, “your heart wasn’t beating, your pulse was flat-lined but I heard you mumbling, saw your lips moving, it was creepy as shit.”
Sasuke himself was creeped out.
This whole situation was…unnatural.
“This has to be another side effect of the witch,” the brunette asserted.
“No doubt,” Naruto agreed with a scowl, shifting to get comfort, giving Sasuke a bit more of his weight and tangling their legs, “only a witch could cause something so fucking weird to happen,” his features sharpened, worry underscored by deep contemplation, “I don’t like this Sasuke, sure, it’s a miracle that your curse is on the back burner right now and I’m happy as fuck about that but…what if this new witch cursed you too? What if that bite made things worse than they were.”
The thought was running through his head too.
“I don’t know,” he answered honestly, “we won’t know until something happens. All we can do now is deal with problems as they come. We’ll contact Dr. Senju in the morning, maybe she can shed light on this.”
Clearly unsatisfied but with nothing else useful to say, Naruto threw out another question.
“What’d you dream about?”
A frown touched his lips as he searched his memory, “can’t really remember…but there’s one part that’s clear,” he gazed in the direction of setting sun, sensing it’s descent even through the protection of their bedroom walls, “I walked in sunlight and didn’t burn.”
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