Blood of The Kitsune

Chapter 3: Kyuubi's Creation

'Mom! What do I do?' the frustrated blonde asked, looking down at the erection that refused to go limp. Naruto heard Kyuubi growl at him.

*I hoped I'd never have to endure this,* she grumbled to herself. *Get into a fucking ally, pull your gods-damn prick out and-* the fox suddenly had a marvelous idea. *On second thought—it should wear down in a few minutes, as long as nothing else happens. You need to get to Sasuke now, and you'll be late if you try to appease yourself.*

'Okay, fine.' Naruto continued his uncomfortable walk to the ramen shop.

Kyuubi grinned insanely. She had a plan for that raven haired boy, a plan to make it clear who was the real avenger, and who was the brother-sick baka.

"Naruto, you're three minutes late," Sasuke growled as Naruto approached him. The fox-boy glanced indifferently at him and grabbed his wrist firmly.

"Come with me," the blonde ordered, "We need to talk."

As Naruto dragged the struggling boy away from the restaurant, he tried to ignore the strange thoughts that filled his mind. The feel of Sasuke's wrist in his grip was intriguing, like he had power over the boy. The idea of that sent a jolt through his system, and thoughts of taking him as his first consumed his mind. Images of what he could do to him, what he could take away from the little, blasphemous, Itachi-hating bastard sent a shockwave down to his groin, which swelled painfully back to life.

Kyuubi grinned in secret silence, projecting more scenes into his head. What harm could a little manipulating do? Human parents did it all the time.

"Bakamono! Where are you taking me?"

"Somewhere where I can fu—talk to you in private," Naruto answered as he pulled Sasuke into THE alleyway, the one where his mother had finally come to save him. It was perfect, the place where he had been hurt so badly by the villagers, was to be the place where he leaves his first significant mark on Konoha itself.

"Here is good," he said, letting go of Sasuke's throbbing wrist. The teen sat down and leaned against the wall, legs drawn up and pressed together, hiding his excitement. Sasuke sat against the opposite wall.

"Why in an ally? Why not my place or yours?"

Naruto cocked an eyebrow.

"I wouldn't set foot in your place, and you're not stupid enough to set foot in mine."

"Touché, so what do you want?"

Naruto decided to take it slow, let it draw out.

"I actually wanted to ask you about that night." He put on his best, 'I'm sorry for being an ass', face.

"What night?"

"The one where Itachi…You know," he feigned sensitivity. "Sorry, I probably shouldn't say his name in front of you." Sasuke looked confused at his consideration.

"No," the teen said slowly, "its okay."

"What was he like?" Sasuke tensed a little but smiled weakly.

"He was…different. I had always thought he loved me, even though dad forced him into constant training. So he never had time to play or help ME train…but I still thought he loved me, because of the smile he always sent my way," he trailed off.

Naruto listened with suppressed enthusiasm, silently begging Sasuke to continue.

"But, he didn't." He scowled angrily. "After he gained his Mangekyo, killing his best friend, he murdered everyone," Sasuke didn't notice Naruto leaning closer to him, "And made me watch, through his damn jutsu, over and over." he tried to hold back the tears that always threatened his dignity when he thought of his ordeal.

"He," Sasuke looked into his lap, "he told me to kill him, and end our bloodline. He was a sick, demented—Naruto?"

Sasuke had looked up to see Naruto's face inches from his with a slightly glazed look in his eyes.

"Wha—what are you doing?" He squeaked.

Naruto slowly smiled at him with that Itachi-like smile that frightened him so much, and spoke in a purr.

"Tell me more about him," the blonde demanded dreamily, "Everything. Every…Little…Detail." He breathed heavily, as if aroused by their talk, and placed a hand on the wall behind Sasuke.

Sasuke was becoming frightened. What was Naruto doing? Why was he so intent on listening to talk of Itachi?

Naruto growled, warning him to continue or else.

"H-he would always comfort me, when I was upset as a kid…before he turned on me. He called me his Otouto." Sasuke desperately tried to find a way out of the situation as he spoke, but nothing seemed to be an option.

Naruto was losing it. All this talk of Itachi…the anticipation of what was to come, what he would do…it made it hard to breath properly. And if he grew any harder he felt he'd explode.

"Sometimes I would," the Uchiha gulped as Naruto grew ever closer, looking slightly crazed, "G-go to his room after a nightmare and," he tried backing up further, shuffling his feet, but the stupid wall was in the way, "He would let me sleep in his bed and," he cringed, having known for a while what had happened was wrong. "He would…take advantage of me."

The sound of Naruto control snapping was almost audible in the narrow alleyway.

He closed in instantly, grabbing Sasuke's messy hair and forced him into a rough kiss. KAMI! The taste was incredible! So intoxicating! And knowing that this boy, he slipped his hand under the shirt of the fruitlessly struggling Uchiha, had slept in the bed of Itachi-Dana, and had felt his lips against his…It was just too much for the Jinchuriki to handle. It was like indirectly kissing Itachi himself. Sasuke even resembled him somewhat, and it drove Naruto crazy.

'Oh, God! Stop! Please!' Sasuke screamed in his head, trying to turn away from the blonde, too frightened to bite the vicious, invasive tongue that explored his mouth. He wanted to scream instead of the whimpers he was giving to his attacker when his tongue was seized by a sucking mouth, drawing it out of his own.

'Naruto!' He cried silently, but hoping the other teen would hear. 'Stop it! Leave me alone!'

Sasuke's struggling became more frantic, but Naruto only seized his wrists in a vice grip and pinned them above the brunette's head. The fox-boy relinquished his hold of that precious mouth, twisting the boy's nipple through his shirt, relishing in the involuntary, protesting moans he received.

"These lips," he growled into Sasuke's ear, "This body," he licked his cheek slowly, savoring the drawn out moment, "kissed, touched," Sasuke felt an involuntary ripple in his stomach, near his groin, "fucked by Itachi Danna," Naruto trailed down his neck, licking, sucking, and biting, leaving harsh bruises and bleeding marks in his wake.

Sasuke whimpered at the feel of Naruto's nails raking his chest, until his tanned hand reached into his shorts and grasped his unwillingly swelling member.

"This," Naruto found the nipple he'd abused and sucked on it through the shirt before ripping the fabric away completely. He stroked the soft curls between Sasuke's legs. "He probably held it like this?" The blonde squeezed it painfully, and brought his hand up and down once or twice. "I'm not sure. I'm not too sexually experienced, other than when your friends would rape me." The Jinchuriki spoke as if he was talking about the weather

Sasuke mewled loudly, begging his hips not to buck into the hand that was slowly drawing his pre cum to the surface. Naruto's expression flowed into one of pure, uncontrolled lust, and he captured those lips once more, sucking the Uchiha's tongue inside his open mouth with a possessive and animal like moan; tasting what his precious Itachi had tasted, feeling what he'd felt, taking what he'd taken.

* Kit…this is bordering on obsession. Don't let this get out of ha—*

'Shut up! You're ruining this for me!'

"Tell me Sasuke," Naruto pulled his mouth only centimeters away. "Tell me what he did…what he tasted like," he roughly kissed the other boy again before finishing, growling into his victim's mouth, and feeling Sasuke shiver against him. "How he felt inside you."

His hand shifted under the boy, placing a finger at Sasuke's entrance, pressing it in just enough to make tears bead up in the corners of his eyes. Naruto grew frustrated at his silence and pressed the digit in further, searching for his prostate.

If he couldn't get an answer, he'd force it out.

Sasuke's eyes snapped wide open as he felt something erupt inside him and his mouth opened in a scream. Naruto's other hand clapped over it, muffling what would have been a deafening shriek. Sasuke's previously suspended hands gripped Naruto's biceps as he climaxed in his pants, spilling over his fingers.

"Heh," he leered, "that wasn't so hard now was it?"

Naruto flipped the boy around and pinned his chest against the alley wall holding his arms behind the older boy's back. "You're an easy come," he teased, easing Sasuke's pants down ignoring the pitiful sobs that escaped his throat.

"No more," The raven whimpered as tears spilled from his eyes. "Itachi, no more…"

This caught Naruto off guard. But, oh Kami-Sama, did it turn him on!

'Heh, well, see how he likes this.'

Sasuke suddenly felt a familiar tickling sensation on his neck as a pair of soft lips caressed the nape.

"But why?" A hand reached around and fondled his tip. Sasuke froze at the rough, yet silky texture of the voice. "You seem to be enjoying it." His attacker licked the edge of his ear sensually. "Aren't you Otouto?"

Sasuke let the tears flow freely. He was back. He was back! And it was happening all over again!

Naruto gently turned him around to face him, but Sasuke's eyes refused to open.

"Look at me Sasuke." Sasuke shook his head rapidly. Naruto growled and grabbed his face and squeezed. "Open. Your. Eyes." Naruto felt another ripple in his groin at the sound of Sasuke's whine, sounding like a bitch in heat, as he reluctantly complied.

Sasuke stared at the Sharingan's garnet gaze that smirked at him, feeling something warm and wet slide between his legs. He shuddered in pain, pleasure, and terror as he felt his brother's tip enter him, and a sharp pinch burst through his spine as the muscle impaled him completely.

Oh my god! Too much! Too much!

All the fear and hatred and love that he'd held inside for the last four years burst from his chest, sending him into momentary insanity. He screamed out, his body vibrating from the rapid thrusts of his assailant; filling him, engulfing him in pure, horrified ecstasy.

Naruto was in a state of mindless, raging lust. The bitch was so tight! The stong muscles contracted around him as if trying to squeeze every last ounce of energy out of him. It was fucking intoxicating! He completely forgot everything but the taut ass that he ravaged over and over. This is what it felt like! This is what Itachi knew! This beautiful screaming that rang through his ears from the throat of his new whore; Itachi had listened to this! Had caressed THIS! He felt the twitching member in his hand.

Naruto wanted nothing more than to share this moment with his hero, to cherish the thought of mutual ownership of the yelping boy beneath him. He was, in a way, one with Itachi, if only for a moment, and the joy and rapture of it all filled him, overflowing from his eyes.

"Aah! Master," Shinju panted from above the ally, nearly going into convulsions of arousal. "You must see this," her silver eye glowed as she kept the ravenous scene in view. Sango wasn't so strong, and had already changed to his preferred male form. Jerking off and moaning like the prostitute he and his twin were pretending to be. "Itachi-sempai," he groaned under his breath.

Itachi sat on a rock at the edge of the Sauna Gakure, Kisame facing opposite him on another rock, gazing in disbelief at the hologram projected by his ring. There was his brother, in the throes of a terrified orgasm, underneath a twelve year old version of himself. He almost laughed at the scene before him.

"Who is that?" A breathy, lust-filled voice asked the ring.

"An admirer Danna," it gasped. "One you've been waiting to capture for three years." Itachi's expressionless face hadn't shown emotion in four years. But now…a hint of a smirk graced his face.

"Naruto." He stood and closed the transmission. This would be easier than he thought.

"Sasuke!" exclaimed Naruto as he spilled his seemingly endless stream of seed into the sobbing Uchiha beneath him. With a violent shudder, the Jinchuriki collapsed bonelessly on top of him and let his justu disperse. Naruto's face was resting against Sasuke's neck as he recovered from his first orgasm.

"Na-Naruto?" Sasuke whimpered to the slack form pinning him to the ground before the darkness drew him under.

The some-what exhausted boy felt a wave of satisfaction consume him as Sasuke passed out.

Naruto had left his mark on the boy; an agonizing, traumatizing, permanent scar in his mind. And he reveled in it like he had in the body he had just screwed senseless.

Standing up, he casually tucked his girth back in and refastened his zipper. Naruto then glanced up to the top of the building to his left, smirking.

"Hope you enjoyed the show girls." He called out to them cheerfully, knowing they had, and walked away, leaving an unconscious Sasuke in the bloodstained gutter. But then, as he came to the opening of the alley, he turned back to marvel at his work. Naked and helpless, cum and blood pooling underneath him, Sasuke lay marked. It was the most beautiful thing he'd seen in a long time.

*What have I created?* Kyuubi sniggered to herself.