Vampire's Beauty, ItaNaru.
Chapter 1: Forgotten Dreams ( Strong lemon alert!)
Disclamer: Me: I'm so proud of myself for this one.
I hope the idea meets with you guy's approval, I appologise in advance if certan things suck, but I think it's good for a first try.
Now I'm trying something different. At midnight I will be posting these chapter by chapter at midnight, so be on those computers by then. ;) enjoy!
Itachi will you do the disclamer.
Itachi: I will, Heather has absolutly no ownership over Naruto-kun nor I, we were created by Masashi Kishimoto, the bastard who killed me off.
Me: Itachi. harsh, but true, why did you have to die, now there can't be any moments between you and Naruto anymore :(
Itachi: Well, as for the idea, Heather says it's hers but if someone else came up with it, we appologise.
Me: Right, now excuse me, I'm going to play with my new Deidara and Naruto plushies.
Itachi: You don't have one with me? (pulls out sword)
Me: I can't afford one, and Itachi, if you kill me, whos gonna post chapters?
Itachi: Allright, I won't kill you, for now.
Me: Good, lets get to the story before I write anything else, this disclamer's getting long.
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The blond boy stood, eyes closed, in the middle of an unfamiliar room. He wore a simple white shirt that was large and loose, it revealed his sunkissed chest. Black pants completed the outfit.
A soft wind blew bringing in a sandlewood scent. He knew that scent well.
He opened deep blue eyes and surveyed the scene: He was in a black marble room that had an open balcony with white cutans that blew in the wind. It was pitch black outside. A mist flooded into the room.
A single bed was in the center. The blond boy stared at it.
He didn't notice the figure that stood in the balcony door behind him.
The boy gasped as warm arms encircled his waist. He felt warm breath in his ear.
"I have waited for you." The voice was deep and velvety. The blond felt weak in the knees.
The figure slipped his hands into the lose shirt and ran his finngers over the well toned cheat of the younger boy.
The blond boy moaned as the figure did this. He felt the other man kiss his neck and he fell into the mans embrace.
The older man picked up the younger and carried him to the bed.
The blond looked up at the face that haunted him.
Yes he was beautiful: Long dark hair fell unbound and was smooth as silk to the touch, a pail face stared at him with the dark eyes he knew so well. A pail cheast was benith the loose, black shirt he wore.
The man stared at the blond he so desired.
Beautiful blond hair that shined brighter than the sun, blue eyes that looked up with a longing. His golden skin was enticing him.
He leaned down and kissed the neck of the beautiful boy. The boy leaned his head back allowing the older man easier access to his skin. He threaded his hands into the silk-like hair.
The man worked on the boy's neck for a while licking, kissing, sucking greedily. He made sure not to bite down.
He was not hungry in the usual sence, in fact he had a different hunger within him.
He moved his lips down an took one of the boys nipples between his lips. His fingers found the other one.
His toungue played about with the bud on the boys chest. He lapped at it and sucked on it. His ears drunk in the entoxicating sound of the blonds moans.
The younger male was in bliss as the older worked on him with his mouth. Fire seemed to spread through him.
The dark haired man moved his toungue to the other pink nipple and started again. He lapped at it and the boy felt himself go hard in his groin.
The older male looked up to see the blond panting. He lifted away and pulled the blond to him. He leaned onto the boy's mouth and kissed him.
His toungue poked through and the blond opend his mouth.
The hot tongue explored the hot, wet cavern of his blond angel. The younger responded and let the man dominate him.
While they were kissing, the raven took off his shirt then the boy's.
He pulled away and looked at the blond.
"My gods." He said. "You're perfect."
The younger male blushed.
The older man pushed the boy down on to the bed. He put his knee between the blond's legs. He rubbed his knee against the boy who moaned louder as jolts of pleasure ran through him.
The older man smiled at the reaction and then moved his fingers along the boy's chest.
The boy arched his back.
He felt the fingers move past his waist and then pull on his pants.
The man pulled the boy's pants away and stared at the semi-erect member.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" He asked with mild amusment.
He stroked it and squeezed it. He felt it begin to harden.
The blond arched his back again as the sensation became more intense.
The dark-haired man smiled wider and increased the speed of his strokes
"Ah! Ah-ah!" Was the younger's reply.
The older man continued and the younger boy arched his back as he gave a cry and white fluid came from his aroused member.
The older man leaned his head and lapped up every drop of the young boy's sweetness.
The younger man was sweaty and lay panting.
The older man leaned over and kissed him.
The night haired man took of his own pants and let the sun haired boy gaze on him.
By the gods! He was truley beautiful.
A pail chest that had well toned abs,
He was a slender but there was a definate masculinity about him.
The older man crawled on top of the weakend blond and captured his rose-like lips. His hands guided the younger's fingers along his own skin. At first the boy was shy then he became more confidant.
The older pulled away from his blond and lay on his back allowing the younger to have full access to his lower areas of his body.
The golden haired boy moved slowly circling his fingers through the dark hairs that grew near his lover's male relm.
He then moved and slid his fingers teasingly along the pail shaft. The older man arched his neck as the blond tickled and teased him.
The blond boy gripped the pail member and sqeezed gently. He heard the older male groan and he moved his hand up and down along the erection. Soon the older man reached ecstasy. He moaned loudly as he reliesed.
the boy layed his head on his love's chest and listened to his fast heartbeat.
After a moment the older man pushed the blond beneath him. He spread apart the boy's legs and then he positioned himself.
The boy braced himself as he felt the member against his hole.
The dark haired man was about to plunge in when...
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Naruto Namikaze shot up from his bed.
He was sweaty, panting, his heart was beating fast and hard as though he had been running, and he was aroused.
His member sat up stiff and hard benieth his covers.
"Damn it!" Naruto cursed as he had once again woke up from the dream that haunted him since he turned thirteen.
"I had that dream again...I can't remember him."
Naruto ran his fingers over his sweaty forhead and into his hair.
Every night Naruto dreamed of a beautiful man who would pleasure him so sensualy, but when he awoke, all the details of the man's face were lost to him, exept the man's eyes.
Dark eyes that drew him in made him give in to his deepest desires.
Naruto lay for a while letting his erection go down. He tried to remember the man of his dreams but couldn't. No matter how he tried he could never remember him, only the intimacy in his dreams, and his eyes.
A knock on his chamber door made him turn his head.
"Naruto? Are you awake yet?"
Naruto sat up. "Yes I'm awake mother."
The door opened and Naruto's mother, Kushina Namikaze stepped into the room.
She was a beautiful woman, born of the Uzumaki family, and married into the noble Namikaze family, she had red hair that was long and shined, her eyes were a deep purplish color, she had a smile that could light up a room.
She approached her son and hugged him as she did every morning.
"Good morning Naruto." She kissed his cheek.
"Good morning mother. Where's father?"
"He is in the office. He is meeting with some important visitors. Now hurry up and get dressed."
Naruto got out of bed and hurried to wash himself and then he chose a dark blue tunic and black pants.
He stepped out of his room and was greeted by his caretaker, Iruka.
The two stepped downstairs and went to the dining room. Naruto sat down near his mother.
After a short while two gaurds came into the room.
One had spikey dark hair and red triangles graced his cheeks. A little white dog was by his side.
The other was a very pail young man, dark hair was on his head and black eyes stared with no emotion in them.
The brown haired boy caught sight of Naruto, he grinned and ran up and nuggied his head.
"Hey Kiba! Get off!" Naruto tried to get Kiba off him.
Kushina hardly glanced up. "Kiba, would you kindly remove yourself from my son?"
Kiba backed off still grinning. "Sorry squirt."
Naruto glared at him. "I'm getting you back later." Naruto promised.
"Yeah? And, uh, how you gonna do that?"
Naruto shrugged. "I'll think of somthing."
Kiba laughed and stood near the other gaurd who looked at him.
"It is not aproapriate for you to treat the young Lord as such."
Kiba looked at him unconcerned. "Sai you're so proper, it's boring. Right Akamaru?" The little white dog barked as though in agrreement.
Iruka shook his head. Kushina looked at Naruto. "Naruto, you're father wishes to see you in the hall when your finished."
Naruto groaned. It was probably yet another suitor that was trying to marry him for his wealth, looks, social status, or any combination of the three.
"Let me guess: Father has yet another visitor who wants my hand in marriage."
Kushina shrugged. "Most likley."
Naruto begrudgingly ate his breakfast.
You see, Naruto was the son and heir of Lord Minato Namikaze. A wealthy man who was considerd a wonderful man among the people.
Naruto, was said to be the most beautiful child in existance, some thought his beauty could rival that of the Vampires.
Many came far and wide to ask for his hand. Naruto always found fault with them and rejected every suitor who tried to woo him.
He said there was only one person who he would marry. When asked though, Naruto would remain silent.
Naruto would usualy sit on his balcony wondering if the man of his dreams existed.
Little did he know that not faraway someone else was dreaming of him and wondering the same thing.