Best Memory Ever

Hmm. Well, I'm not sure that some people should read this chapter if they are not mature. There is incest in this chapter. If you are mature-and if you're interested in incest-then read on. If you are not, then you will have to wait for the next chapter that'll come up.

I apologize for not updating soon, I have been sick for over two weeks, and I am just getting better.

Oh! I was close to forgetting. I need a Beta, if anyone is interested. Another thing, I don't own Naruto.

WARNING: INCEST! SEX! PROFANITY! You have been warned!

Bold- Author's Notes (A/N), Kyuubi speaking ("….."), Memories ("…..")

Bold, Italic- Dayne's past, other demons speaking

Italic- Anger, pain, Naruto speaking to Kyuubi ("…."), Thinking ('..')

When Dayne's story about his pronounced battle was over, he looked at Naruto's sleeping form with a gentle sigh of relief. Shaking his head gently, Dayne shifted so that both he and Naruto would be comfortable while they slept.

Unfortunately, sleep did not come to Dayne. Something, he did not know what, was nagging his mind. Therefore, he lifted his head from the curve of Naruto's neck, which he protested in his sleep, and looked around. Struggling out of his hold, Dayne stood shook himself, jumped up and down a few times before he ran a hand through his hair.

'Fuck, I'm tired. I had not thought that just telling the story to him would be tiring, but, I still have other things to tell him about. I'm going to tell him tomorrow about Desirae of her part in the battle.' Dayne thought to himself and rubbed his forehead with his right index and right middle finger.

"Ugh." He thought about this oncoming headache. A sudden flash of something riveted his mind, making him stagger and grip his head with his right hand.

Laying her back, he looked to her face. Reaching up with a hand, he traced her cheekbone. With his other hand, he let it stay on her lower back. Moving-albeit slowly-his other hand up her shirt to remove it. Dayne felt himself throb, but held himself back. Drawing backward, he removed her shirt quickly. She hissed when the cold hit her skin. Licking his lips, he grabbed her pants and slowly started to move them down. "Lift yourself up." He murmured into her ear, and she complied. Taking the pants off of her, he looked to her body with hungry eyes. Leaning down, he placed his elbows on either side of her head, he kissed her with a fiery passion that shook him to the core.

"What the hell was that?" He asked himself quietly. Shaking his head, he bent down to get the half-empty canister of water. His gaze flicked over to Naruto, who was sound asleep, with a peaceful guise. 'How did I get myself into this predicament?' He asked himself and shook his head gently. Dayne knew that he has been sealed for, roughly, 600 years. Shaking his head again, the black haired man grabbed a thick woolen blanket, placing it over Naruto, who smiled in his sleep.

His fingers laced together as he sat down and rested his elbows on his knees. His eyes shadowed, he was trying to remember what happened. This memories-he, maybe, could call them-are coming back to him, but why? Dayne asked himself. He ran his right hand through his spiky black hair once again. He shook his head gently before letting out a sigh of annoyance-more like desperation- of these things coming to his head now of all times. Bunching his fists, Dayne took a deep breath before letting it out slowly.

That is when another memory hit him, but it was much longer than the last one.

Hooking her right leg around his waist, he kissed her deeply. Desirae returned the kiss just as deeply. Slowly moving back and forth, Dayne moved his hips along hers. Their tongues danced, their bodies moved to unheard music. Particles of clothing were in the way. Therefore, he hooked his fingers underneath her bra and ripped off with a growl. Then went to underwear next, after he ripped her clothing off, she was looking up at him with a heated glare. Before she was able to say anything, he kissed her as he pulled down his own underwear.

His hand made slow circular motions to her waist, stopping at her breast to give her nipple a little tweak. She was moaning underneath his touch as he made his way down her stomach; he was aiming for a lower goal.

Dayne's hand slipped more down, touching her moist and hot sex. He could feel her shiver and hear a small moan that came from his beloved. Leisurely he stroked her clit, and then slipped a finger into her. Desirae's hot sheathe engulfed his finger as he slipped it farther into her, and then pulling it out. Continuing his ministrations with her, he slipped in another finger. He once more could feel her shiver as his fingers stretched her wider. Dayne knew when his beloved was ready, so he slipped out his fingers and looked into her eyes.

Finding absolute love and faith in her eyes on what he was doing, he gently held onto her hip with one hand as he guided his manhood slowly into her with the other hand. Feeling her lower lips enclose him, Dayne grunted and held in a breath, not expecting the heat. Dayne slowly pushed his way in, albeit slowly, he wanted to give her the pleasure of her life. This heat was new to him, but he loved every vibe it gave off.

This next one nearly knocked him off his feet, he staggered against a tree, holding his face with his right hand as the other palmed the bark. "God damn it." He muttered. Then everything came at him at once, making him fall to the mossy earth. Dayne's muscles started to spasm, so he gritted his until his jaws hurt. However, he was not going to let any sound out. His eyes rolled to the back of his head from all the information that came to him; from the very beginning.

It was after the two battles, did Desirae and Dayne see each other again. He could see that she was exhausted as he was, from all the chakra use. Next to her came the jet-black stallion that she had called Injustice (1), and he came with the sword on his left hip he had called Tarnished Beast (2). Both of their clothes were damp with blood and sweat, screams of terror and screams of mercy still rang in their ears. Two pairs of eyes stared off in the distance, yet at the same time, they were staring at one another of what they had done to protect their meager village.

Dayne saw the state of form Desirae was in, and winced. This was not like how his sister was, she seemed to be lost and unknown to the world than knowing what your next move was, and harnessing the power to abide her current situation. Her once beautiful clothes were in tatters and unfolding from her body in pieces from once it hugged tight, and her long magnificent and majestic soft black hair was now in tangles, sweat, and blood. Desirae's eye color was a stormy-blue, her emotions were mixed up, and her facial expressions could not decide on whether she should smirk, wolfishly grin, frown, and or smile.

A sudden longing came over him as he stared at her. The longing of human touch. The touch of a man and a woman. The touch of lovers. The touch of humanity. He closed his eyes and opened himself to her, showing her want he needed. She had complied with him, and stepped forward. Opening his arms to her, she came to him and embraced him, as he did to her. Their bodies mingled to one another, fitting perfectly. Warmth started from their hearts, racing into their veins, unleashing raw lust. Both had never felt this way before, the hunger for something that they had never thought of, the hunger of a man or woman's touch that would truly make them adults.

Neither knew what to do, but they obeyed their instincts. Their hands, even though dirty, explored. They knew every inch of the other's body. However… this… this was different. Like a territory they never explored, a new kind of adventure added to their list. Both could feel their bodies heating up from the inside out, until their appendages started to wander endlessly. Bodies pressed against one another, they brought their lips together in a slow, sensuous kiss that blew Desirae's mind.

She knew that her brother played with the other girls and women in the village, kissing them until they were weak in his arms. She was jealous that he was able to go back and forth between women. She was not able to do that with men, unless the people around her village thought of her as a harlot. Desirae slid her hands up his chest and around the back of his neck to pull him closer. The older twin could feel his left hand slide down her back to cup her buttocks, before sliding down more to the back of her knee to draw it around his waist.

Dayne moved his lips against hers as he gripped her knee. He could feel his arousal tightening in his pants. He felt her lips part for his tongue to explore her mouth. The kiss automatically turned from a slow, steady burn to a raging, uncontrolled storm. Moving his tongue inside her mouth, he teased her wet muscle with his own. The young man felt her slight whimper as he began a harsh sucking on her tongue. Pulling back, he stared into her eyes.

She could see the lust violently swirling in his orbs. The love emanating in his eyes, making them brighter. The contrast between the two made her squirm. She could feel her body react to his eyes, the way she got wet just looking into them. She parted her lips, and he dropped her knee.

"Not here." His voice laced with need. "We've got to check on the others before we do anything." He said and she narrowed her eyes. She could see that he wanted her. Dayne was ready to take here right then and there, since his body was like a tight cord. However, he always thought of others before himself. That was his weak point, she figured out when they were younger.

Desirae bared her teeth, "They could go fuck themselves for all I care." She snarled then added, "I need you right now." She emphasized as she pressed her body against his as she grabbed his hand and slid it down her body to the meeting point of her legs to show him that she was wet for him. She saw him stiffen as she grasped his hardened dick. "I know you want me too." She whispered and he withdrew his hand.

"As I said, let's look to the others before we break way from this damned village." He leaned closer to whisper into her ear. "Then we could get carried away any time we want." He held onto her hips as he started slowly moving back and forth, whispering of naughty, sexy, unbearable things in her ear. "I want to hold you, kiss you. Take you where we are right now. Feel you around me while I am in you." He slid his hands down her back to cup her buttocks, and hold them firmly. "I want to hear you moan. I want to feel you come in the highest of ecstasy. I want to hear you scream my name over and over as I continue to ride you." She gripped him tightly, feeling herself getting more wet from his words. "Then I will continue to make love with you till the day comes, then I'll eat you till you are exhausted and can't move anymore."

Dayne pulled away from her and gave her a sultry smile that nearly made her jump him. Turning back to the village, he opened the gates to the underground passageway to let the villagers out. "The people of this village!" Dayne cried out and all turned his attention to him and his twin. "We will part from here and leave you to peace." His voice rang across the silent village. "Both Desirae and I will need everyone to gather at the community hall for a quick meeting before we part."

The humans looked to one another, wondering why they want to speak with everyone in a gathering. A few looked at the two, tattered and worn down. "You fought them!" One of the villagers exclaimed, her honey hair tied back into a braid. Her gold eyes looked at Dayne, full of worry. She was one of them that Dayne messed around with. Desirae gave a soft growl from her throat, Dayne was hers. The younger woman rushed forward, checking Dayne herself. The woman placed one hand on his cheek. "I'm so glad that you are well." Her eyes wandered down his body. "Even if you have all these wounds, you are alive." She whispered to him, and he smiled gently as he placed his hand on hers.

"Of course I am well, I had many skilled teachers here in the village. One of them is your father." He said back to her, his eyes soft. He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her lips. "Darlin', I'm going to miss you." He murmured against her lips as he wrapped his arms around her in front of everyone. He could feel her chest moving up and down in silent sobs. The man kissed the top of her head. "Don't ever forget that I will always love you, where ever you or I go, remember that Shiku." Her grip tightened around his neck and he held her tighter.

Desirae cleared her throat, "We've got to go to the community hall," She paused, then forcefully added with a glare at Shiku. "Now." She swept passed the other female in her newfound lover's arms. Her long hair swept passed the two, leaving a trail of blood and sweat.

Shiku glared back at Desirae and moved to follow with her hand in Dayne's hand. "I don't see how you two are twins." She narrowed her beautiful eyes and grimaced from the smell emanating from the both of them. "However, you have to take a bath at least. Caius and I will bathe you two before you go." She said and smiled back to Dayne, who gave her a heart-filled smile.

"I will have to confer with her first, then we might." He murmured gently as he followed after silently. His mind jumbled as he caught her scent. She smelt…different. It was not the usual mountain flower smell… It had something else that irked him. He has to talk to Desirae about that. He saw her make a face when he spoke of his sister. Dayne knew that Shiku did not like his sister. The young man thought that it was funny how his sister and Shiku fought over him.

'Be quiet, Dayne, you belonged to me once I got my first memory.' He felt his sister's mind slip over his, and he release a soft chuckle. He shook his head and ran a hand through his hair with a smile on his face. She was possessive when it came to him. When they were fourteen, he was messing around with Shiku- age the age of 17-and she expressed her feelings to the older woman. Dayne felt automatic love for Desirae, and felt pride also, that Desirae was his sister; and soon to be lover four years later.

Shiku looked back to him, a question in her eyes, but did not voice it once he smiled at her. She blushed and looked back ahead once they were at the door of the community hall. Her fingers tightened around his, and he inwardly sighed, she was immature, even though she was older than he. He gave her fingers a slight grasp back, just to reassure her. Gritting his teeth, Dayne let out a very low hiss that human ears could not catch.

Desirae heard the hiss of annoyance and smirked. Desirae and Dayne both do not have time for the human reassurance that is needed. Just a quick, 'I'm good.' will suffice for the both of them. However, they do not need to tell one another vocally, but mentally. She sent a smoldering look at Shiku, who did the same back to her. "Feh." She mumbled and stood on the deck, placing her hands behind her back, and her right hand grabbed her left wrist. Desirae held her feet apart at shoulder width, back straight, and head held high.

Dayne kissed Shiku's mouth gently, then jumped on the stage with his twin, standing like she was. The clothes he wore were torn and tattered. However, that did not change his stance, no matter how much pain he was in. He felt some of his injuries were still letting out blood, however, he would tend to them later. His cold, hardened green eyes moved across the people of his village as they gathered in the community hall. Dayne flicked his eyes over to Desirae, who nodded.

She stepped forward, her right arm abraded by injuries, she held it out. "Everyone, who stands here, we would like to thank you for your kindness." She bowed as she looked to her and Dayne's parents. "Especially you, Mother and Father, who bore us when times were great." Their parents held one another, a sad, but proud, light in their eyes. "The entire people that are standing here, we are thanking for teaching us to the right path of life. We only managed to beat their soldiers because of your teaching." She lifted both of her arms, "Dayne and I will give you something that you will forever remember! Something that will be passed down the generations of lines in the future!" She cried out, and all who were there clapped, wondering what she was going to give them. "Dayne will show you what that treasure!" She lowered her voice, full of contempt. "So look to him now, focus all your energy on him, and he will bestow what we want to give you."

Dayne felt their eyes moving toward him, and he held up his hands in front of his chest. "Look to my eyes, and I will show you." he commanded, and all obliged, even those who hated him. His hands moved at lightning speed, working for a mind wipe. Dayne will do the huge memories containing himself and Desirae. While his sister will do the finer tune of mind wipe. His whole body started to sweat with the exertion of the jutsu, his mouth and hands working quickly, but assuredly. In his peripheral vision he saw his sister's hands start to move faster than his, and her mouth was moving quicker also.

The young man felt a grin coming to his face, but he schooled his features as he continued to look into the crowd. He saw that some of them were already in a daze, and some of them were nearly falling from the chakra. Finally, after going through all of the peoples memories, he settled down his hands and let his sister work with silence. He saw that there was perspire on her forehead and on her upper lip and her nose. Not only he, Dayne, was extremely tired, so it seemed. Using a torn sleeve, he wiped his forehead and the rest of his face with a sigh as he looked to Shiku.

Dayne lifted his hands once more, and focused his gaze to her. He was planting in her mind that if she were ever to have children, to name them after him and Desirae. Emerald green eyes stared into gold, and he flowed fake love into her, telling her last one time that he was going to miss her with his whole heart, that he'll never forget her. His hands slowed till they stopped. Dayne lifted his head to the ceiling and choked back tears. He was actually going to miss these people! Especially their parents. However, he steeled himself against the emotions and looked to the crowd.

Seeing Desirae's hands stop, he looked to her, then held out his hand. She grasped with her own, love showed in her eyes as they stepped down the stage, and walked out of the room with their heads held high. His fingers slid through hers, he gave a tight squeeze, then loosened his grip on her hand. He felt the same to him when she gripped his hand back. They went to their house and grabbed what possessions that they had-which wasn't a lot- and grabbed enough gold and yen to sate their hungers of attire and food.

Looking over to his twin, he kissed her gently, then much more harshly; pouring all his love into the kiss. His kiss was returned with his own full extent. Bringing up his hand, he cupped her face, and pulled back just the slightest. "I love you." Dayne whispered as he watched her open her eyes half-way. The beautiful and magnificent blue eyes stared into his emerald green eyes. "Come," His voice soft. "Lets steal ourselves away from here."

She gave a grin to him and took his hand, "Lets." She turned from him and they left the village with winged speed. Her hair-even though dirty-flowed behind her. His hair that was once in a pony-tail, also flowed behind him. Their hands and minds linked together, they left the village without looking back once. Smiles lit their faces as they left, the midday sun behind them.

By nightfall, they were a hundred miles away from the village. Setting up camp was easy. Desirae set up the bedrolls and brought out the cooking utensils that they grabbed. While the black haired beauty set up camp, Dayne was getting wood for the night. They met at the fire, hands linked and ready for dinner. Trout on sticks cooked, and the smells were wafting through the air. Dayne's stomach growled. Looking over to Desirae, she was grinning, and he rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "I have a monstrous hunger right now." He explained, and she rolled her eyes.

"Boys and men are always hungry." She chuckled, slow and melodic. He laughed with her, soft and joyful. The trout was done, and they began eating. Since both were hungry, they ate three trout each easily since the fish were small. After dinner was over, they cleaned up quietly, enjoying the silence. Both were concentrating of not thinking what happened during the great war. A sigh escaped Desirae as she looked over to the distance, a longing in her eyes made Dayne ache.

"Lets wash up, I really want to be clean. Afterward, we'll burn our clothes." The tall male murmured, knowing that his sister would hear him even if she was a distance away. Hearing a grunt, he smiled and grabbed their packs as they made their way to the creek nearby. A sigh escaped Dayne's lips as he looked at the cold creek. Suddenly, when he blinked, there was dead bodies floating in the water, passing by him. Instead of a blue grey, the creek was full of blood. Screams met his ears, and he dropped the pack to grab his ears.

"Stop it!" He cried out, his fingers dug in his skull. "Ah!" He screamed, and closed his eyes tightly. Dayne lost the will to stand and dropped to his knees. Doubling over, he shook his head, repeating words. "Its over. They're not coming. Its over. They're not coming." Trying to reason with himself that the war was over just made him panic more. Dayne started to hyperventilate, his breath coming fast and sort.

Throwing his head back, he started to scream as nonexistent pain washed over him. It felt like blades were cutting him open. Horses trampling over him. Talons piercing him. Fire burning him. Water drowning him. Ice freezing him. Canines ripping him apart. Dayne continued to scream with pain, not noticing the hands that held him down; a voice telling him that whoever that 'they' were not there, and that 'they' weren't going to get him. Dayne closed his eyes, suddenly very tired, and fell asleep; the young man was having nightmares when he was sleeping.

A few days later, Dayne woke with a start. It was midday, and he had no sense of time. Looking around, he saw an empty bedroll, the fire went out, nothing to eat, and most of all, Desirae wasn't there! Feeling himself shake, he weakly stood, panic making him stand. Dayne's throat worked, but no sound came out. Then finally he used their mind link, 'Desirae! Desirae! Where are you?' His mind even was panicking. Chest heaving, he stumbled over to a tree and leaned against it heavily.

'Oh. Good. You're awake.' Came the drawl of his sister's voice in his mind. No concern in her mind. No worry. No happiness. Nothing in her mind gave anything away.

The panic flared once more before it settled. Just like Desirae to not worry about him. Frowning, Dayne made his way back to the fire on shaky legs. A couple of wood blocks by the fire waited. Once he was at the campfire, he was deeply breathing. 'Ah, I wonder if I could light it?' He questioned himself, knowing that he had to use hand signs, and did them correctly. The fire spitted with fire, then smoke came from the wood.

He waited for the rest of the day for Desirae to arrive back at their campsite. He was concentrating on breathing, and making sure that the fire wouldn't go out. Dayne sighed and rubbed his palm on his eye and yawned. The black haired man blinked sleepily at the fire, watching the colors mingle and disappear within themselves. He smiled softly, thinking of nothing in particular, when he closed his eyes and took an unnoticed nap. He woke lightheaded, and it was dusk. The fire went out, and he held his hands out, summoning the last of his chakra.

Even just lighting the fire made him light-headed. Crouching, he put his head between his legs and took deep breaths to make the dizziness pass. Just as it was passing, he sighed. "Well." He heard his sister's voice. "That is not a sight I need to walk in on." She said, and Dayne blushed.

"I just got light headed, that is all." He didn't need to explain himself, but he felt so weak, so he did. Hearing her chuckle was like hearing bells chime. "Ah, your voice is so beautiful." He murmured looking up to her. She was freshly washed, and her hair wasn't matted anymore. Scoffing, she shrugged off the pack she brought with her. In her other hand, it was her old clothes. Chucking them into the fire, she grunted and grabbed two hares that she managed to get.

"I've got medicine for you." Dayne groaned when she said that. "No, don't you moan and bitch about it either. You know it will help you Dayne." She said quietly. Sighing, she put the hares on spits over the fire. She rubbed her face gently. He could see that she was wary when he wasn't salubrious.

The fire was dancing on her skin, eyes, and hair. Her skin under the fire looked luminous and exuberant. The fire lit on her cheeks, the tip of her nose, chin, neck, breasts, and arms; the shadows cast on her seemed to make her like a fierce god. She was shining under the firelight. Then her eyes were a majestic blue, deep like the ocean, yet as lovely as the morning sun. Her hair, even though jet-black, shown blue from the fire. The beautiful pink lips opened, then covered with a hand as she yawned.

Gulping, Dayne felt himself grow hard; his abdomen started to clench tightly. He was really sure that he wasn't even close to her beauty, even handsome. Even if he had green eyes, he thought that they looked like the grass in the summer; his eyes were ugly in comparison to her eyes. His black hair was pulled back into a low pony-tail because he thought it got in the way. Dayne was more lithe than muscular, and he thought that it was horrendous.

A chuckle was heard, and he looked up to his twin. "I heard your thoughts Dayne. You are not as you think you are." She murmured and opened her mind to him. She thought that he was the handsomest man she had ever laid eyes on. Dayne's green eyes seemed like the ocean on a bright, sunny day. His frame was lean, but it was muscular at the same time. She let him see himself as he moved; his body was graceful and precise. She let him see his own hair that was long, flowing, healthy, and tightly bound back.

By that time, the hares were done. Taking them out of the fire, she handed one to Dayne, eating the other. Dayne's nose caught the hare's scent, he turned ravenous. Extending his mouth, he took a huge bite and chewed it thoroughly before swallowing it. He continued to eat his meal like that, and finished long before she did. Looking away, he tried not to stare at her food as he felt his stomach growl. Giggling touched his sensitive ears and turned to stare at Desirae.

Desirae held out the rest of her hare, which was more than half. "You're more hungry than I am, have the rest." She grinned at him, her teeth flashed white for a moment. Hesitating, he didn't know what to do. A frown flitted on her face. "Take the meat, Dayne, don't refuse a gift." She nearly growled at him.

Dayne was wise not to argue with her and ate the hare within seconds. When he was finished, Desirae handed him a flask of water. Chugging it down, he didn't feel the water running down his chin. What nearly made him choke was when he felt a tongue on his jaw, trailing toward his chin. Taking the water from himself before he spilt it, he set it down, watching Desirae who looked at him innocently.

She was right up against him. He could feel her breasts pressed against his chest; her legs on either side of him; and the junction of her legs pressed up against his aroused male organ. Groaning he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. Breathing in her scent, he could tell that she was aroused also. Licking his lips, he whispered in her ear. "Now I could make love to you." He ran his hands up her back sensuously, then back down. "I'll make you scream my name." A muffled, breathy moan could be heard as she rocked her hips on him.

Laying her back, he looked to her face. Reaching up with a hand, he traced her cheekbone. With his other hand, he let it stay on her lower back. Moving-albeit slowly-his other hand up her shirt to remove it. Dayne felt himself throb, but held himself back. Drawing backward, he removed her shirt quickly. She hissed when the cold hit her skin. Licking his lips, he grabbed her pants and slowly started to move them down. "Lift yourself up." He murmured into her ear, and she complied. Taking the pants off of her, he looked to her body with hungry eyes. Leaning down, he placed his elbows on either side of her head, he kissed her with a fiery passion that shook him to the core.

Hooking her right leg around his waist, he kissed her deeply. Desirae returned the kiss just as deeply. Slowly moving back and forth, Dayne moved his hips along hers. Their tongues danced, their bodies moved to unheard music. Particles of clothing were in the way. Therefore, he hooked his fingers underneath her bra and ripped off with a growl. Then went to underwear next, after he ripped her clothing off, she was looking up at him with a heated glare. Before she was able to say anything, he kissed her as he pulled down his own pants and underclothing.

His hand made slow circular motions to her waist, stopping at her breast to give her nipple a little tweak. She was moaning underneath his touch as he made his way down her stomach; he was aiming for a lower goal.

Dayne's hand slipped more down, touching her moist and hot sex. He could feel her shiver and hear a small moan that came from his beloved. Leisurely he stroked her clit, and then slipped a finger into her. Desirae's hot sheathe engulfed his finger as he slipped it farther into her, and then pulling it out. Continuing his ministrations with her, he slipped in another finger. He once more could feel her shiver as his fingers stretched her wider. Dayne knew when his beloved was ready, so he slipped out his fingers and looked into her eyes.

Finding absolute love and faith in her eyes on what he was doing, he gently held onto her hip with one hand as he guided his manhood slowly into her with the other hand. Feeling her lower lips enclose him, Dayne grunted and held in a breath, forgetting how hot it was. Dayne slowly pushed his way in, albeit slowly, he wanted to give her the pleasure of her life. This heat was engulfing him, but he loved every vibe it gave off.

A pain filled moan reached his ears as he felt the barrier of her virginity. Stopping, Dayne tried to catch her eyes, but she was looking away. "Desirae." He murmured her name, and finally she looked to him. Tears were sliding down her face, he was shocked so much that he nearly pulled out of her; if she didn't grab him and pull him closer, he would have.

"Dayne! Please!" She was desperate for him. She knew the pain would be there, but not at that extent.

Hearing the plea in her voice, he was determined to give her pleasure, nothing else. With a quick thrust, he broke the barrier. Dayne felt her nails dig into his back, her back arched, and she gave a silent cry of pain; Desirae's eyes were open wide, and tears ran down her face. Keeping his hips still, he leaned down again and kissed both sides of her eyes. "I'm sorry." He continued to whisper in her ear.

It took a few minutes before she slowly started to remove her fingers from his back. She moved her hands up his back till she wrapped them around his neck. Kissing her fully on the mouth, Dayne moved his lips against hers till he felt her relax. 'Move.' She commanded him in his mind.

Obliging to her, he sent her a smart ass remark. 'As you wish, Your Majesty.' She bit his lower lip in reply. Moving forward slowly, he pulled away from her mouth and put his face in her neck. Groaning softly, he slid more into her. Looking to his beloved, she was trying very hard not to make any noise. A quick thrust made her give a loud noise. 'Ah.' He smirked an waited as he looked to her face.

There was a blush staining her porcelain face, eyes were half closed; as if she was concentrating on something really hard. Releasing an airy chuckle, she looked to him, then looked away; her blush tenfold. Sitting back on his knees, he grabbed her legs and wrapped them around his waist. Placing his hands on her hips, he slid out and then thrust back into her.

Desirae whimpered then held tightly on his shoulders as he rode her. Dayne slid in and out of her slowly for her to get used of his size. "Uh." He groaned quietly, it was taking all of his strength to stay at a steady pace. Looking down at her, her breasts were rocking up and down, her mouth slightly open as she released a moan, and her eyes were closed with pleasure. 'Faster.' She spoke to him, mind to mind.

Gripping her hips, he pulled out then plunged back into her. His erotic, wanton and fast thrusts made her back arch again; a breathy moan escaped her lips. Dayne continued to watch her as she pulled in her lower lip to bite on it; biting on her lip would try and make her stop moaning. Growling, he pulled out swiftly then back into her. Desirae let out a loud moan that echoed in the woods. Smirking, he thrust into her three more times exactly how he did before; and for his hard work, she let out a scream of pleasure with each thrust.

Dayne could feel his climax coming quickly. Using one arm, he threw her legs over his shoulders, and started to slam into her with frenzied movements. The male could hear her whimpering; he then knew that she was also close to her climax. His right hand was gripping her leg, and his left gripping her hip tightly as he made love to her. "Fuck." He let it out lowly, then Dayne started to thrust even faster than before.

Desirae let out a thunderous scream of pleasure as she came. The heels of her feet dug into his back. When she screamed, the velvety walls squeezed on his manhood, also making him come. Throwing back his head Dayne let out a bellow of pleasure. His thrusts slowed down as he rode out his climax. He let out low grunts and growls as Desirae panted below him. Once finally finished, he let her legs down, and Dayne slide out of her.

Desirae whimpered when he pulled out. "Dayne." She called his name softly, and when he turned his attention to her, his gaze was full of love. "I love you." She mumbled as the younger twin put a blanket over her. The black haired beauty closed her eyes, and didn't hear what Dayne said because she fell asleep.

"I will love you with all of my life, my love, my body, and my soul." He said, leaning down and kissing her forehead. "If anything happens, I will, no matter what, still love you till my death." Dayne vowed and brushed back a strand of hair. His deep green eyes glowed in the moonlight, and for a second, he had cat green eyes with the slits. "Even if it is by my own hand."

Blinking, it was day time. The bright light blinded the handsome man, he turned around quickly and beat his fist on the ground, and started to yell profanities on the top of his lungs. Tears started to roll down his face. Feeling hands on his body, he flipped around and grabbed the person. "Why?" He screamed. Opening his eyes, he saw blue eyes. Dayne's eyes opened up all the way and he scrambled away. "Leave me alone!" The black haired man was panicking as he looked back, the blue eyes were following him, where ever he went.

A ninja his caliber, maladroitly tripped over a root. Landing on his hands, he turned around, and was determined to fight it out. His vision was blurry, so he wiped his eyes, and found out the person didn't have jet-black hair; the person hand blonde hair. Blinking the tears out, he narrowed his eyes as he tried to focus. Wavering, he saw three whisker marks on each cheek, a stubborn chin, angled eyebrows, and sky blue eyes. Sighing with relief, he dropped to his knees.

Staring at the sky, he wondered how he got on his back. A sudden feeling came over him, and he started to close his eyes. Right before he did close them, he saw Naruto's worried face.

That is the last image he got before he fell into a long, dreamless sleep-thankfully.

Well, I know it has been a long time since I've updated on the story. I am apologizing because I DO have other things to do. Writing fanfics is something I do on the side. However, I finished this on Thanksgiving Morning (2:14 am). I am proud of myself because of the length.

I apologize if this is not for you, or that I have lost your interest in my story. There should be only two or three chapters like this, then it is going to focus totally on Naruto till the end.

I do not know if I am going to continue My Dream Come True, but I'll make more one-shots of HaveMercy. I also might be making some fanfics for The Hunger Games.

Any ideas for the next chapter?

Reviews?

Anywho, until next time

WolfLove