So, here I'm again with a brand new story! Gladly the writer's block is gone. Well, I'm into dark and mellow fics these days and I wanted to write a melancholic and twisted story. It's an interesting idea to get off to violence and mistreat, and how many people in this world still end up with people who use those as a tool. A person has changed only when he or she has actually changed. Still, it doesn't make those people bad per se, and we keep on loving them albeit their flaws. It isn't love that heals necessarily, but time and the ability to correct one's own ways and then let that love in. Do tell me what you think of this!
Please do not flame (I do not find a reason for it so you better not either). I apologize for the possible misspellings and other errors.
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Pairing: Naruto x Sasuke
Summary: It's a constant battle of hate that escalates to a point of no return. Somehow the reluctance turns into real feelings, but it's one-sided. Can mistreat and insecurity kill everything? How can love ever blossom from this? NaruSasu. Rated M for sex and language.
Disclaimer: I have no rights over the characters or whatsoever (do not sue me Mr. Kishimoto), I am just loaning them and returning to the rightful owner (Mr. Kishimoto).
Naruto gets us inside and locks the door. Then just as suddenly he pushes me forcefully against the door and again I hit my head. The bump is probably the size of an orange already. His hands are gripping the front of my shirt, and I ponder whether I should close my eyes and let this be over. The air is electric and somehow I am just looking at his mouth. In this small space my mind races a full circle and I do not know why, but I keep thinking that if I am going to die, I might as well try.
I move my hands from my sides behind his neck, but I do not get to do anything else, since it is him, who closes that space in between us. I just pull him forcefully closer and we are so making out. It is not really kissing, but eating one another's faces and it feels fucking great. It is goddamn erotic, hot and humid. All my blood pumps down to my cock as Naruto presses himself against me, and I know I mewl into his mouth. We kiss hungrily devouring anything we see and do not see, until he turns me around with a force and pushes me against the door once again. Saliva is dripping from my mouth and the door feels chilly against my hot cheek.
I can hear him work on his belt and then the zipper. Still, it feels so far away even when he helps me get my pants off. Yes, I as surely as hell was working on them before he decided to give me a hand. It fucking feels like tingling in my lower stomach when he checks the medicine cabinet for lube. I do not know what he got, but soon I feel something chilly along his fingers in my arse. I could come from that already, and he must have felt the hoarse voice that erupted from the back of my throat. I could burst from the anticipation alone and nothing else would matter. I just need a good fuck and I do not care that the person doing that is my mortal enemy.
Just as swiftly like everything else up till this point, he fucking rams himself inside me without a warning. His fucking big cock pulsates inside me and my knees start to buckle. Naruto pushes me against the door with every trust and he fucks me so deep that it feels like I could throw up. I moan while he sinks his fingers in my hips, and the skin is bound to bruise. I do not care that he fucks me bare, even though I promised myself to not to let it happen. I do not care it hurts or that he is way too forceful, since I have never felt like this. I have never been fucked so thoroughly. I hit my head against the door and my saliva forms a string from my mouth to the ground. I am grunting that I want more and hell, he surely is giving me more.
I know he fucks a lot of girls and he is good at it. He rolls his hips and feels me inside, finds the best angle and fastens his pace. I know I am so close and I try to endure more, since I do not want to come yet, but it does not work like that. It is like a fucking big killer wave crashing on rock as I cum frantically. I end up cursing and my body spasms, which makes Naruto cum goddamn forcefully inside me. It hurts like hell as he pumps his semen fully inside my arse and breathes in a couple of times before pulling out. His breath is hot against my back and I cannot form any words, since my mouth has run dry.
He detaches himself and starts to put his garments on. It amazes me how he can gather himself so fast and he even throws me my stuff. I still have hard time breathing and steadying my pulse. I get my pants on and I do not even clean myself, since he does not do that either. I am about to retort something about who is a faggot now, but he gets to it before me with his fist. Before I get to comment on anything, he sinks his fist into my stomach and I end up on the floor feeling like shit. I am gasping for air as he pulls me from the ground like a ragdoll and drags me out of the toilet. As we get out, Naruto tells the first person he meets that I was in the toilet puking and could that person get me out so he can piss. I am just stunned how he fucking handled everything, until I pass out from sheer pain in so many places.
I do not know how I got home, but I am sure it was not thanks to Naruto. I just remember that suddenly I saw my house from a car window and someone told me to go home and sleep. I basically crawled to my room, and I was really happy that mom was already sleeping and did not wake up. I felt like shit and just thinking about how everything happened got me feeling all sick again. I ended up throwing up in the toilet and got myself such a fever that I had to stay in bed the next day. I told mom that I ate something bad and it was not so long off from the truth that my arse had surely eaten something rotten.
The morning is surely nasty as my arse leaks his cum for an eternity and standing straight let alone sitting is impossible. My arse is on fucking fire and before shower I throw up again. As I get my clothes off I notice that my body is a map of bruises and cuts. I have a massive headache from hitting my head on every possible surface, and I am damn happy to get under the hot water. Then it hits me, the fact that I let him do me there and like that. Without any protection. That makes me even more nauseous as I surely do not know anything about him or who he has fucked before me, or like if he has used protection with any of his slave girls.
I curse as I let the dripping water heal what is possible to heal. I would kill him if he gave me any STD. I would not be that surprised if I got AIDS, and somehow I even feel like I would deserve it for letting this happen - to make this happen. I get off of the shower after soaking myself there for two hours and go straight back to bed. I sink my face in the pillow and try not to cry. I am such a pathetic loser.
After getting enough sleep I decide to get my anxiousness checked, which in my state means getting tested and I pray for god, any of them out there to make the result be negative. I sit in the waiting room with shady people and hope for the best. The waiting seems to last forever and my forehead is already sweating for crying out loud. I am about to get myself a tombstone already, when the nurse gives me the results with a crooked half of a smile. It seems I am clear although there is a slight possibility that it does not show yet in the test. Either way I am about to hug her, but I decide against it. I get up and head home feeling slightly better even when my arse still hurts like hell.
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