A/N: *looks around nervously, wringing hands* Well, Solitare1 expressed a desire for a second chapter so here it is. I warn you, though, it's kind of dark. I may need to change the rating on this fic and if blood grosses you out don't read. Other than that, I hope Solitare1 likes this attempt. It's his fic, after all. *sweat drops*There won't be anymore chaps after this one. Period. I mean it.

Beta: Blood Zephyr

Part 2

You know what I hate? The fact that Kyuubi is fully aware of what's going on in my life while I, on the other hand, have no idea what that bitch is thinking or doing unless it's fight time.

Guess where I am now? In the fucking hospital.

Guess why? Give you a hint: I'm throwing up blood, shitting blood, pissing blood.

I really. Fucking. Hate that bitch. No, seriously. If I were ever free of her I'd hunt her ass down, kill her and use her pelt as a throw rug or something. Fucking bitch.

A week ago Sasuke asked me if it wasn't time for me to give him a son. After a few murderous thoughts I turned over and said, "What about our 'no more kids' policy?"

"Just a son, Naruto. I won't ask for anything else." He's smiling, trying to keep the situation light, but his eyes don't lie. The careful way they watch my face, without blinking, tells me he's serious. 'Just a son', indeed. As if he's only asking for a cookie and I can bake one up for him with no trouble.

I have to sit up, move, or do something because I'm starting to get angry. I always get restless when I'm angry. Plus the change in position helps me think, focus. "Fine. Great. You get a son. What about me? Do you have any idea how painful that pregnancy was? Do you even care?"

Sasuke sits up too, but I can tell it's from excitement. He tries to hide it, but to him, the fact that I'm even discussing this means there's a chance. Or so he thinks; actually, me talking about it is a way for me to stall, to try and keep myself from bashing his brains out against the wall. "Of course I care. But you got through the pregnancy and birth all right, didn't you? And the girls are fine…"

I search his earnest face in the moonlight. My voice holds the disbelief I'm feeling, hides the resentment. "So what you're saying is, it's okay if I'm hurt or go insane from how unnatural male pregnancy is, so long as you get your precious son." It's not a question.

"No… I'm saying-"

I waited but Sasuke only held his hand in the air, leaving the sentence unfinished. Well, how could he finish it? My interpretation was correct. I could see it in the hardening of his eyes.

Sasuke's very different from the kind of person he used to be, but certain core elements of his personality will never change. He's a cold, ruthless man, only thawing when drawn into the sphere of influence the kids and I provide. It's the coldness that allowed him to go to Orochimaru, to kill his brother, and to kill Danzo when a fourth ninja war had been started because of him. Sasuke was able to stand as the eye of this storm while he single-mindedly went after, and killed Madara. The man let nothing stop him when he had a goal in his sights, and rebuilding his clan had always been one of his main goals in life.

I could bitch about it all I wanted, but I knew Sasuke wouldn't let it go. There are things I hate about Sasuke. The way he can sacrifice people close to him to get what he wants is one of them. Somehow, having an aspect of him to hate makes me love him more. His flaws make him more human, I guess. I need that, since I'm somewhat more than human. Or less, depending on how you look at it. Still…

"You're selfish. And a bastard. I'm going to sleep."

I rolled over and ignored him.

***

It was the headache that woke me up, a few days later. Sick pain, horribly familiar. No, I thought. But I could already feel the coppery taste of blood coming up my throat, and I barely had time to lean over the side of the bed. Sasuke woke up, saw me, and at first just thought I was just sick. Then he caught on, and this is the part that kills me: he smiled. That's right. The asshole smiled. He grinned, trying unsuccessfully to fit his face into its usual stern lines, but the grin kept winning and finally he just burst out with, "Oh, Naruto! Thank you! I knew you wouldn't fail me!" He actually hugged me while I was in the process of shitting out more blood, can you believe it?

Hospital. Tsunade just shook her head and put me in a private room. There was nothing that she could do for me and when, at the end of three days, Kyuubi came to me to tell me what I already knew, I was too exhausted to care. Then. Later, though…

***

Back at the isolated cabin, this time with the girls. Sasuke went around with a perpetual smile on his face. It was damned abnormal to see an Uchiha that happy. He still had work and council duties, so I was alone with the girls a lot.

First pregnancy was bad. This one was worse. I was weaker. I couldn't do anything. By the end of the first trimester, Sasuke had taken to coming home early to tend to me and the girls. Mostly me, though. The girls, even at three, could take care of themselves. Despite his attentiveness, I was still suffering. It finally got so I couldn't get out of bed anymore.

One morning I woke up and found the girls staring silently at me, standing near the head of the bed. They have this weird way of speaking sometimes, finishing each other's sentences.

"We've spoken to the Mother-"

"-and she says you need meat-"

"-red meat-"

"-raw, dripping, bloody-"

"-our brother craves it."

"He will be strong. Mother says so."

Did I neglect to say how scary our girls are? They blurred away, using their speed. I briefly worried about them hunting. Then I considered that they'd probably only be able to capture a rabbit or two.

I was wrong. They came back dragging some huge mangled thing, and I added another 'gift' to their already frightening arsenal: inhuman strength.

A sudden, primal urge took over me at the sight and smell of the bloody carcass. A growl escaped me and I fell on it, ripping with my claws and fangs, shoving warm, salty, gelatinous gore into my mouth. It was delicious.

The girls watched solemnly. My mind went away and I could feel Kyuubi's presence. Then I felt the baby's. The girls were right, it was a boy and he was ravenous. I felt my consciousness descend further into beast-like thoughts as I attacked the food.

Kyuubi communed with the baby, urging it to feed well on what I was providing. I felt her reach out to the silent girls and speak to them, too. I guess now I knew who they called the Mother. The girls were invited by Kyuubi's wordless call and they fell to the meat as well, their pointed little teeth tearing easily at the dead flesh. The only thought I had then was whether or not the animal would be enough for all three of us.

How Kyuubi was able to lace her mind through all of us I'll never know, but Sasuke came home and found us like that.

I don't know what he thought when he saw us, but the thought that went through my mind when I saw him was simple and primitive: MALE.


The food I was carrying lay forgotten in the crook of my arm as I took in the scene. The sight of Naruto and the girls attacking some dead thing, eating the gory meat, was hands down the grossest shit I'd ever seen in my life. Not even stuff I'd seen at Orochimaru's hideouts came close. What the-

Naruto lunged at me, knocking me through the open (thankfully) doorway. His face was bloody, eyes red. Grunting, mewling sounds escaped him as he nuzzled urgently at my neck, biting my carotid artery a bit too hard. Then he was nuzzling at my crotch, sniffing, pushing his face against my cock in wordless demand. Sadly, I found this stimulating. A flick of those red eyes and I felt desire punch through me, tightening my muscles.

So, I'm a sick bastard. Who isn't, these days?

Thoughts of how I'd found him eating some wild animal sort of added to the spice, making me rip his pants off roughly. He was already crouching on all fours, kneeling and panting in the tall grass. I cast a quick glance at the cabin, but the girls are still inside.

I'm hard and ready. Undoing my pants takes no time, and I only paused to spit a wad of saliva on his ass before I shoved it in with no foreplay at all. I feel a mind, colossal and brutally, viciously female touch my own. I realize it is Kyuubi, and that I'm essentially mating with her, and then an imperative shoots from her to me. She wants me to fuck her. To fuck her hard, to exert my superiority over the body she's in. A dim, fumbling realization sweeps my mind, that alpha males in the wild are expected to act this way. They control their females and the females always go for the strongest, most dominate males.

I don't have a bijuu, but I feel something rise up in me as I ram into him (her, it?) good and hard, ripping his sphincter, feeling blood lubricating our rough mating. I don't last long, but right before I come, as I feel Naruto stiffening to do the same, that powerful female mind touches mine again, and this time I'm given an image of the baby. It's a boy and it's strong. Kyuubi shows him to me proudly, wanting me to know she's growing him for me. Another realization hits me with stunning force, but then I'm coming, collapsing against Naruto's sweaty back.

Naruto's curling up in the grass, going to sleep. I fasten my pants and scoop him up tenderly, carrying him into the cabin.

Sasuke stayed home with me and the girls after that day. He went hunting daily and made a point of cooking the meat before feeding it to me. Things were better. The girls slept in the big bed with us, curled around my growing stomach. Sasuke wrapped himself around all of us.

Sometimes, in the blackest hours of the night, I would feel an overwhelming urge to fuck, and I would get up and go out into the field surrounding our cabin. I'd wait there in the tall grass, naked, swaying gently with the motion of the breeze in the grass. After awhile, Sasuke would come out and I would turn to him. He'd walk to me, his eyes reflecting moonlight and star-shine and I'd be panting, making sounds of need and want and desire. His strong hands on my body drive me to the brink of madness, I want him so bad. Him. No other.

He holds me close, the baby between us, kicking powerfully against him. He kneels, kisses the mound housing his son, whispering to it. He moves lower, sucking my dripping cock until I can't stand. I end up on my back. He doesn't stop. He holds my legs spread open as his hot mouth moves wetly from my ass to my balls and cock, and back down again. I'm drenched with his saliva by the time he walks forward on his knees, and fills me with his fat cock. I love it. I love how my insides are so tortured from the pregnancy that his fucking hurts. I always bleed while he fucks me, something in me wired too loosely from the pregnancy to withstand the full force of his hips. Kyuubi assures me the baby is okay, and I like the pain. It feeds my lust, my desire. Makes me feel helpless. I suspect that's Kyuubi's influence, but I don't care.

Sometimes, because he knows while I'm pregnant I like it rough, Sasuke will go at a snail's pace. He'll slide in and out of me with excruciating slowness, a lifetime between each thrust. I claw at him, my fangs lengthening, but he only holds my wrists easily, flashing that white grin in the moonlight. He'll speed up for five or six thrusts, pounding me hard, then slow back down for twenty or so thrusts. It never fails to have Kyuubi, and by extension me, howling and snarling with frustration. And still, it feels so good that all I can do is beg for more. After all, a man should have his… mate (I did not think of myself as a woman just now) submitting to his dominance.

"Bite me," I whisper.

The ultimate show of dominance and something that usually has me coming, at least while I'm pregnant. The best place is right on the nape of my neck. Sasuke's teeth sink into my flesh as he yanks my head back by the hair, and we come together.

***

Those moonlit matings under the stars lasted until one night when Sasuke follows me out and finds my chakra leaking out of me in huge amounts. "Take the girls and stay inside," I growl. My mind is leaving, pain blanking my thoughts as Kyuubi takes over. "Baby's coming. Go…"

I see Sasuke close the door to the cabin, concern and worry all over his face, but I can't risk them getting hurt.

Worse though the pregnancy had been this second time around, the birth was easier. At least, it seemed to be over quicker, with less pushing and howling. Maybe because it was only one.

I regained consciousness as I had last time: I was in bed, in the cabin, and Tsunade was present. I could hear her voice before I opened my eyes, talking quietly with Sasuke.

"The child is unnaturally strong. See how alert he is," Tsunade murmured.

"Yes. Is he healthy?" Sasuke said. His voice is deep and velvety, pleased, I can tell.

"Very."

"And Naruto?"

"He's been out for several hours now, but he's fine. He's completely returned to normal. Let him sleep, Sasuke. The process is a draining one, even under normal circumstances."

"Of course. I was worried. This pregnancy was harder on him."

Tsunade said nothing, but I could sense her frowning. I heard her leave as I lay there, basking in my pain-free body. I was lying on my stomach, enjoying the fact that I could do this again, when I heard one of the girls ask if she could hold the baby. At this I sit up and turn around, curious myself.

Sasuke's holding him. He's wrapped in a soft white blanket, the contrast of his black hair brilliant against the cloth. The girls are jumping up and down as Sasuke leans over to show them their new brother. He looks up and sees I'm awake. His grin is wide enough to touch his ears, as he comes over and sits next to me on the bed.

"Naruto, he's beautiful. Look!"

I'm handed this son that I birthed, and spend a few minutes examining this miracle.

He's ruddy instead of pale, the way the girls were and still are. His eyes are a dark gray that will probably change to black. His hair is black and wavy and thick. The girls' hair had been fine when they were born. He's almost twice the size the girls had been. I touch his red little mouth with a fingertip. Then I look at Sasuke. "What are we calling him?"

Sasuke appears thoughtful as he gazes at his son. "Yoichi."

I glance at little Yoichi and find he's falling asleep. "A good name."

Back in Konoha. Life adjusts around our new edition slowly. The girls are smitten with their brother and Sasuke is just disgusting. He actually had to start curtailing how much time he spends with Yo-chan; the girls were getting jealous, and unpleasant things seemed to happen when they were jealous.

As for me, I was left to reflect on how much of my personality Kyuubi was able to influence during the pregnancy. There had been appetites, desires… Sasuke had tried to bite me during sex the other night, and I promptly punched his lights out. I told him, in no uncertain terms, that whatever shit I'd been into while pregnant was long gone.

A disturbing conversation followed.

But hey, I'm Uzumaki Naruto. I don't take shit from anyone; I set his ass straight. He didn't take it too well. That was two days ago. He's still not speaking to me.

I'm happy. I can't believe it. It's been so long since I've been completely happy, with no worries. I've avenged my clan, done my part to rebuild it…

Sometimes, I get carried away with my newfound happiness. Hard not to do, since I've reached all my goals. The other night I felt some of the old lust to dominate cloud my mind while fucking Naruto, a bit of the leftover madness that had overtaken me while he'd been pregnant. I bit him. He didn't like it. He went on and on about that psycho bullshit being over, now that he was returned to normal. I calmly wiped blood from my lip (his punches had regained their strength) and smiled.

"What!" He'd snapped.

"Nothing. I'm just thinking that maybe I should get you pregnant again, to keep you willing."

His eyes darkened dangerously. "Like I said before. No more kids. Ever. Period. And you promised you wouldn't ask for anything else, if I gave you a son."

I reach over and drag him under me, pinning his hands by his head. He bares his teeth at me in a threatening manner, and I kiss this display. "Yeah. But that was before I knew that Kyuubi is in love with me. Foxes mate for life. And let's be honest, it was her that gave me the son. She chose the sperm that fertilized her egg. She's ready to do anything I want. You really don't have any say in the matter, Naruto." This was the realization that hit me as I was fucking Naruto/Kyuubi that day I came home to find him eating that bloody animal.

He's quiet, getting that faraway look in his eyes that I know means he's communing with his demon. Then he sits up calmly and hits me with a bombshell.

"You seem to be forgetting I'm capable of independent thought, Sasuke. Seems you're right, and Kyuubi does have feelings for you, but you're wrong about one thing. There is something I can do to prevent you both from using me."

I'm smug, confident that I have him by the short hairs. "Oh? What's that?"

"I'll leave you. She can't get me pregnant on her own, and you can go fuck yourself if you want anymore kids."

It's like he swung a fucking redwood at me, that's how pole-axed I felt. Leave me? No way… But those ice-blue eyes don't lie. He's serious. He won't be used or manipulated. He would really leave me.

The thought shocks me. I'm more angry than I can ever remember being. I would never allow Naruto to walk out on me, and I tell him so. He only looks at me and I know the truth.

I can't stop him. And I can't live without him. Not after losing so much. He's my everything.

It's a rare Uchiha who can eat humble pie. That Uchiha isn't me, so I ignored him. I refused to give in to his ultimatum.

The girls are singing to Yo-chan. I'm sprawled in a chair, one eye on the cradle they're rocking dangerously from side to side, the other on the book I'm reading. I hear Sasuke enter the apartment and the girls go running to meet him. Some minutes followed where I can hear the three of them talking. Then Sasuke's measured footsteps make their way down the hall. His shadow darkens the doorway, but I don't look up. Not until he comes over quietly and takes the book from me. He sits on the footstool, turning the book over in his hands. I wonder what he's about to say. I may have to pack my shit, depending.

"No more kids," he whispers to the book. "I swear on my life."

I don't respond at first. Kyuubi had been in deep despair at hearing my ultimatum. She'd agreed to stop breeding me, preferring to remain with Sasuke over life apart from him. I couldn't help but be savagely happy over that fact. Who's the man now?

And Sasuke swearing on his life? All to keep me from leaving him? I must mean more to him than I thought.

A glance at the doorway shows me the girls are still out of the room. I hear them in the kitchen, raiding the fridge. The baby is asleep. Sasuke is looking at me. I look back.

A grin spreads across my face. I stretch leisurely, kicking the book from Sasuke's hands. "Feel like fucking?" I ask sweetly.