I wrote this to get it out of my head and return to my other story. I'm writing it as a one shot but it has potential to become more…when I have time. Just let me know what you all think. This is a darker lemony tale that might be a slight trigger for some people, so please take that in mind. I just need more practice writing lemons, cause boy are they hard to get down on paper.
Quick Note: I don't own Naruto, anime or manga. I just make use of the great characters, moving and molding them to my whim. I also deviate from canon, because I can. This is a non-massacre fiction.
Flames that Burn
He was angry, no, more than that. He was furious. The rage was clawing in chest like a ravenous beast, threatening to tear its way out from behind the calm, collected veneer of self-control that he was known for.
He questioned how he got where he was. Not just how he ended up here, seated in a smoky, very loud, bar in a rundown village on the edge of Sound, but how he found himself so close to the edge of losing his reason to the call of his darker side.
He should have known this morning, when he had trouble sitting still during the lecture about clan pride from his father. Normally, his body wouldn't have been so restless. He never squirmed before, but during that early meeting, it took all of his composure not to slam out of his father's office in disgust.
Then he had cut himself during his morning practice on his own kunai. He had stood, shocked and fascinated at the sight of his own blood upon the injured finger. How many S-ranked missions had he completed without ever being bloodied? Maybe it was the sight of proof that his focus was slipping that woke the beast inside him.
It was standing in the middle of that training field that he received the summons from the Hokage. The messenger bird had to jump around for quite a bit before he even noticed it. Maybe a mission was just what he needed to calm his growing unrest and work out the aggressive feeling that had made a home in his chest.
He returned to his family's house and in the solitude of his own room, changed into the black uniform and mask that marked him as an elite ninja. Most shinobi viewed donning these clothes as a mark of excellence, but he just saw it as cloth that didn't stain as easily when splattered with enemy blood. Once he had put on all of his equipment, he covered his handsome features with the cold, emotionless mask of the Crow and hurried out onto the rooftops of his village, heading in the direction of the Hokage Tower.
There was already another shinobi waiting when he arrived. His training kept him from outwardly stiffening at the sight of the kunoichi standing at attention in front of the Hokage's desk. Her posture gave away her worry, even if her face showed nothing but determination. Her beautiful features were calm and placid as the surface of a mountain lake. Her body, however was tight and rigid, betraying an inner struggle.
His task was to accompany the Hokage's apprentice on a seduction mission of a rouge ninja carrying stolen Leaf secrets. It was insultingly simple, but he realized immediately why it had to be him to go. Her teammates, including his own little brother, would have never agreed to let her take on such a dirty task. His growing frustration seemed to flare into a burning flame around his heart. Why did he feel this way? It's not like she was his to protect. Right?
The fingers holding the parchment with mission details written in neat script, tightened, threatening to crumple to paper. His eyes tried to read through the words quickly so he could get rid of the offensive scroll in all haste. It was a testament to his level of self-control that he was able to roll the parchment without damage and store it away, never once showing any sign of his turbulent emotions.
They were to meet at the front gates in an hour, giving her time to collect the supplies she needed. He needed nothing, so went straight to the meeting place, determined to meditate until she got there. The reflective state did little to calm him, so when the soft inquiry by her about his readiness to leave came, he had not received any relief from his current state.
During their travel, she made no attempt to speak to him. Maybe she somehow knew of his unsettled state of mind or maybe she was dealing with her own demons, he was not sure, but he was grateful in a small way for the silence. The burn of muscles as he leapt through the trees eased the burn of his heart, for a while at least, and rhythm of the familiar motion lulled the beast within to calm.
In no time at all, they had reached the outskirts of the dismal little village. Its buildings all looked like they were on the verge of collapse, the citizens even more so. The two shinobi paused in the shadows of a dark alley for her to throw a tattered yukata over her black uniform. He followed her, sticking to the darkened places along the path, as she entered a seedy inn. Ten minutes past before she appeared in an upper window, cracking it slightly and giving him the sign he could enter.
She had her back to him when he climbed into the dingy hotel room. Neither of them spoke, words were unnecessary. They were ninja with a job to do so what was there to talk about. She picked up her bag from where she had dropped it and went into the bathroom, closing the door with a quiet click. He laid down on the bed, situated in the middle of the room, and closed his eyes, blotting out the reality of the situation he had found himself in.
A long hour passed before she emerged from the bathroom. Gone was the strong kunoichi and in her place was a goddess of sin. Her dress was a short, slinky scrap of cloth, colored the deepest, darkest blue. Her eyes were painted in a similar smoky colors, her lips were the most sinful red. All of this, along with the pale white of her skin, made mockery of the proud colors of his clan and he wondered if she had done that on purpose. It was so like her to throw his pride in his face in such a way.
He rose to his feet from the bed and stalked across the room until he was inches from her. His eyes flared red with his bloodline limit and roamed her body slowly, memorizing every inch. A growl escaped his throat and she raised her chin in response, her gaze never wavering from his face. She was taunting him and his displeasure. She held his glare for several minutes of time, measured only by the pounding of their hearts. Finally, her eyes shifted away to look past him towards the door, her mind set on her next course of action. The clicking of her stiletto heels marked her movement as she crossed the room and exited the room. He couldn't bring himself to watch her leave. He didn't trust himself not to stop her.
The flames in his heart threatened to consume him. His rage clawed at his throat, but outwardly, he didn't move a muscle. The beast inside him cried out at his inaction.
Reason finally crept in to remind him that he had a job to do. He turned swiftly and exited out the window he had come in through. Once he was planted firmly on the dusty roadway, he cast a henge to disguise his appearance and made his way to the bar further down from the street. He entered the questionable establishment and found an empty table with a direct view of the bar where she sat perched high on a stool. The ninja gave a terse order to the waitress that came to the table without sparing her even a glance, refusing to take his eyes off the object of his obsession for even a moment.
So, here he was, seated in a dark, seedy bar, surrounded by the noises of drunken revelries, and consumed with fury.
The target had arrived and, as expected, the rogue ninja had made his way to the pink-haired goddess. She just had to smile up at the man and flutter her long lashes to ensnare him. A twinkling laugh, a gentle run of her hand up his arm, a firm grasp of the thigh just above the knee, and the missing nin would do anything or go anywhere, so blinded was he by desire.
Her protector was forced to watch every torturous touch of her hand on the target. He could only down drink after drink in a vain attempt to lessen the flames of his rage. The beast inside him was maddened with helplessness. Cracks began to form in shell around his emotions and the ninja could no longer completely contain his turbulent chakra. It began to leak out in waves, causing the patrons around him to squirm in discomfort and look around wearily, in search of the cause of this feeling of danger.
The target stood with a smug, excited smile on his face and took the beauty's hand in his own. He led her to a rickety set of stairs at the back of the bar, intent on getting his prize up to the room he had procured from the barkeeper. She ducked her head down in a shy gesture, an unsure look on her face. The rogue ninja's chakra flared up with desire at the display of innocence and placed a firm hand on the small of her back, hurrying her along with a new found impatience.
The sight of the door closing and hiding her from his intense gaze was the final straw. The ninja slammed both fist down on the surface of the table. He rose to his feet with such force, the chair he had been seated in flew back and crashed into the wall behind him. The fractured veneer that hid his inner self exploded into tiny fragments. His need for her burned hotter than even his most power jutsu. His chakra blew out in a circle around him, knocking people to the ground and out of his way. The ninja leapt forward, stepping lightly on table tops, and made his way quickly in the direction she had disappeared in. He cleared the stairs without even touching them, and landed in front of the closed door.
He didn't hesitate to kick open the door and enter. He was too far gone in the flames of his rage and desire to care about anything. His eyes scanned the room, taking in the scene before him.
The target was lying flat on his back on a bed of sleazy, black satin sheets. The man's body was twisting and contorting, his face screwed up tight with his pleasure. Whimpering and mewling noises came from his mouth as he reviled in the illusion the kunoichi had created for him. The man was obviously deep in the throes of a genjutsu.
The pink-haired shinobi had frozen in the act of removing the stolen scrolls from the rogue ninja's pants pocket. Her surprised eyes focused on the enraged ninja who had just busted into the room.
He closed the door behind him with just a little less force than he had opened it with, dropping the henge as he did so. He was not worried about the patrons down below interrupting, they would know better than to get involved in ninja business and his actions in main room had left no doubt that is what he was.
The grunts and groans of the man on the bed made jealousy burn in his chest. He wanted no man to have the pleasure of touching her, not even in a dream. He grabbed a blade from its hiding place on his vest and, with a quick flick of his wrist, sent the kunai into the missing nin's brain, quieting the annoying noises for good.
The kunoichi gasped in surprise at his blood-thirsty action, looking down at the blade embedded in her target's eye socket. The shinobi moved closer to her and grabbed ahold of the messy bun of pink-hair twisted up on the top of her head. He used his grasp on her to pull her away and with his free arm knocked the dead body off the bed and onto the floor. Using his firm grip on her, he maneuvered the stunned kunoichi around and forced her to sit on the edge of the bed. Her hand were clenched around his forearm, in an attempt to loosen the painful vise on her hair, but he was not ready to give up control of her. He tilted her head back, forcing her to look up at him. He brought his free hand to rest upon her cheek and gazed intently into her eyes.
"Show me." Those were the first words he had spoken to her since the start of this mission. Her expression showed only confusion at his demand. Despite the flames burning inside of him, he found a tiny bit of compassion. Just this once he would clarify his order.
"Show me the pleasure you were giving that man within your genjutsu," he repeated. Her glittering eyes widen at his words and her head shook back and forth to deny him. He would not allow her to disobey.
He retrieved the stolen papers clenched in her fist and tucked them safely away. He then leaned forward, bringing his face inches from her own. His eyes bleed red with his bloodline limit and the design within them twirled and danced as he reached into her mind, ridding her of all inhibitions. Once she was free of the guilt, worry and fears brought on by feelings of duty and loyalty better left at home, desire flamed bright in her eyes and he could tell she accepted his passion for her.
She slide from her perch on the edge of the bed and fell to her knees in front of him. Her hands made quick work of the ties on his pants and lowered them, exposing his erection. She glanced up at his face briefly, seeking permission to continue. He showed his approval by loosening the grip on her hair, caressing the delicate pink strands instead. He ran his other hand down the side of her graceful neck before curling his fingers around it to tug her forward slightly.
She reached out with her hand and took hold of him, her grip firm and sure. His breath hitched and passion caused the muscles in his abdomen to tighten in anticipation. She stroked his length up and down, delighting in the feel of soft, silky skin stretched taunt over the hard flesh underneath. She wet her lips and closed the distance between them. Her tongue made a long leisurely trail from the root to the tip, encircling the sensitive end.
Encouraged by the sounds of his quickening breaths, she took the weeping tip into her mouth, slowly moving further down. He groaned out loud at the immense pleasure of her actions. As she took more of him into her mouth, her tongue massaged the sides.
Once she had taken as much of him as she could, she began to withdrawal, sucking in as she left. She plunged back down again, this time lightly grazing her teeth along his shaft. He hissed in desire, causing the lips around him to curl at the edges in smile. She increased the speed of her ministrations.
He threw back his head and moaned loudly. He wasn't going to last much longer if he allowed her to continue, so with great willpower, he pulled away from her. The small cry of her outrage made him chuckle. He reached under her arms and pulled her abruptly to her feet. He crushed his mouth to hers, demanding entry into the warmth that had been so thoroughly pleasuring him moments before. As their tongues danced together in passion, he caught the taste of himself in her and his desire flamed to even greater heights.
His fingers grasped on the straps of the blue dress, and with a quick, impatient motion, yanked them off her shoulders. The dress slide down her body to pool on the floor around her feet. He broke their kiss to gaze upon the perfection of her nude body. With near reverence, his hands cupped and kneaded her full breasts. His fingers pinched her rosy nipples, drawing a low moan from her. He kissed her hard again to catch the noise in his mouth, not willing to share the sound of her passion with the universe. Her hands slide up his firmly muscled chest, until they were buried in the silky strands of his hair.
His restraint gave way and he pushed her roughly down onto the bed. She let out a cry of surprise at his action and pushed herself up on slender arms. He grabbed a hold of each of legs and spread them wide, putting her most secret place on display before him. He crouched down over her, running his lips along her inner thigh. She laid down on the bed and arched her back, lifting her hips in order to bring her need closer to his heat. A hand on her waist restrained her anxious movement. His nose hovered above her wet, glistening core, inhaling her fragrant scent. The inner beast within him purred with excitement.
Suddenly, he plunged his mouth down to taste her. She cried out with the intensity of the feeling, her head thrown back in ecstasy. Her exclamations spurred him on and he used a finger to enter her, his mouth sucking and biting on the bundle of nerves. Her enthusiastic shouts caused his shaft to twitch in anticipation. His long digit was pumping more furiously and another joined it. Her tight heat began to stretch with his vigorous attention. Her natural fluids dripped down his hand and coated his tongue. She was almost ready.
He righted himself, his head thrown back. His gasp for breath directed at the ceiling above. His knees planted firmly on the bed between her wide spread legs. He shifted his gaze to her, swirling red eyes took in every exquisite inch of her body sprawled on midnight, black satin. He seized hold of her long limbs and yanked her closer, her groin flush against his erection. He rubbed her moisture against his shaft, coating it in her fragrant juices.
He leaned his body down over her and took her lips in another passionate kiss. With one hand he positioned himself at her entrance, holding up his weight with the other. With one powerful stroke, he buried himself inside her. Her scream of pain at the shredding of her innocence mingled with his guttural outcry of intense pleasure. His inner beast howled with approval at the scent of her virgin blood. He was the first to have her, there had been no one else before him.
He waited, submerged deep in her tight heat, until the tenseness of her body faded away. He pulled back and thrust forward again, over and over, leisurely, until the sound of her whimpers turned into moans of pleasure. His tempo increased. His body aflame with the intensity of his passion. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper, and her hips rose to meet his every plunge.
When she reached her peak, she lifted her body almost completely off the satin sheets, screaming with ecstasy. He gripped her hips, bashing her down upon him in a hard, frantic rhythm. His own back arched and his eyes closed tightly. The flames built to an inferno inside of him, until his own release caused him to let loose a primal cry.
They collapsed together onto the bed, arms wrapped around each other. Deep gasps came from them both as they struggled to catch their breaths. At that instant, the man had a moment of pure clarity of vision. He knew himself and what he wanted at last. This woman, clinging to him so tightly, was his whole world, the only thing in his life that truly mattered and he would never let her go. Not for anyone and not for his clan. He would fight to keep her right by his side, for as long as they both lived. Even if he had to do battle with his own younger brother.
His beast calmed at his decision and he felt peace inside himself. He kissed her gently, putting all of his love into the gesture. She smiled up at him, returning his affection.
After taking a moment to stroke her flushed cheek, he pulled away from her and rose up off the bed. He righted his clothes and approached the body on the floor. While he sealed the dead ninja into a scroll for transport, she busied herself getting dressed. Once they were both ready, all evidence of their presence erased, he wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close to him. Then, in a puff of smoke, petals, and crow feathers, they disappeared from the dingy backroom of that seedy bar on the edge of Sound.
To begin their new life, together.