AN: Wow, almost two weeks since I last updated.
This is where shit goes down.
Naruto flopped like a fish out of water as Menma tied him up in a Nelson. It wasn't helping, considering that he was locked into submission by a black belter. He tried head-butting, but Menma blocked the back of his head with his hands.
"Naruto," Menma whispered, the exhalation of his voice caressing the fine skin of Naruto's ear, "everything will just go smoothly if you stop struggling. You know I'm physically stronger than you. I mean, what's so bad about getting drunk?"
"Fuck off!" Naruto snapped. "I'll get a splitting headache tomorrow morning if you get me wasted, ya know?! And come on—can't you just let it go? I'll . . ." Naruto momentarily calmed down a little and composed himself. He bit the inside of his already-blooming cheeks, as pink as cherry blossoms.
"I'll eventually tell you someday . . . It's not really something kept that easily."
Menma rolled his eyes. What a joke. Using pity to manipulate the opponent? That's for the weak. He snickered.
"Being gay is something not easily kept, yet you aren't keeping it as well as I think you should be."
"Menma? He's gay?" Kiba asked. He wasn't that exposed to homosexual people, but he didn't really find anything bad with them. He was just a bit uncomfortable with the thought of the interaction between both parties. How exactly did a gay couple act together? He didn't know.
"Yeah, he is."
"No, I am not!" Naruto's cheeks said otherwise.
"Are you trying to closet yourself again? You know I don't like it when you closet yourself. And FYI, I think the closet is far worse than the friendzone—which I will try to prevent you from entering with my social status and capabilities. Brothers look out for each other, remember?"
"That's not the case! I—Mph!"
Naruto helplessly chugged down the light beer as Kiba forced it halfway through his trap. Menma exerted his leg weight on Naruto's so he would flail. A few milliliters of the drink were leaking out, so Menma tried his best to keep Naruto's mouth shut while locking his arms. Naruto realized that while trying to counterflow the bitter beer by spitting, it was damn painful. It scratched his tonsils and his throat. It was hellfire for him. He didn't want to, but he had to submit and take a small L in this one. He hesitantly drank the alcohol, as quickly as a hungry baby drinking their milk. Perhaps he'd get knocked out if he did, so he wouldn't get to tell Menma anything with his massive romance he wanted to have with Menma.
Naruto started feeling wobbly after finishing the first bottle. He felt hot and feverish already. He coughed violently, tasting the nasty, yet addictive sting of the alcohol. His limb strength was slowly deteriorating, so Menma let go once he noticed the helpless motions from Naruto's body and let his arms limp on the floor. Naruto heaved as much air as he can.
"Just one bottle and you're already that weak?" Menma teased. "You may be as determined as I am, but damn, you're fucking weak, bro. Anyhow."
Menma crouched and pulled his mouth down with his thumb under Naruto's lower lip, feeling no resistance from Naruto. Kiba handed him the second bottle.
"Ready for Bottle Number Two?"
Naruto could've said a lot of things, like "Get your bottle away from me," or "Gimme some more," with his options to resist or to get too drunk—
Menma said, "And I can outsmart you, man; I know you're probably gonna want to overdrink so you can get knocked out. Hakuna Matata—I'll make sure you won't."
Naruto bobbed his head uncontrollably, with Menma's words entering from one ear and exiting to the other. He supported his body, feeling the beer flowing down smoothly like a river to his burning stomach. The fire spread across his body, numbing his mind. He blinked several times to get a clear picture of what he was seeing, but everything was so blurry and spinning. He fought the overwhelming urge to vomit. He laid his back down on the mattress, keeping his blue eyes shut tight.
"Menmaaaaaa . . ." Naruto groaned. An intoxicated blush slowly formed on his cheeks. Menma rolled his eyes.
"Two bottles and you're drunk?"
"Fuuuuuuuuck."
"This," Kiba said, "is gonna be a migraine in the morning. Shouldn't we have given him a bottle and a half?"
"Then he'd be sober before we know it. Give me the rest of the beer. We're going back home for a . . . an honesty test. Drunken people do speak like they've been injected massive amounts of truth serum, right?"
"Kind of, yeah."
"Good. I have to keep him drunk for as long as he can, leaving no chance of sobering up. You going to stay here, Kiba?"
Kiba nodded. Menma whistled Kurama to come back to him. The fox was fighting Akamaru over a busted black dog bowl. Menma commanded his pet to look for a bag. It took off. Minutes later, while Menma was picking up a groaning Naruto, Kurama returned with a blue duffel bag. Inside it were two Chinese firecrackers. He carefully bent down with Naruto crushing him, and replaced the explosives with a dozen bottles. On his way out, Menma congratulated Kiba.
"Thanks. It's not really every day you get the girl of your dreams."
On his way back to the dormitories, Naruto suddenly got talkative.
"Heeeey . . . Fuck you, Menma, getting me drunk and shit." Naruto pressed his fists against Menma's chest and held tight. "Gimme . . . 'nother bottle, piece of . . . shit."
Menma swiftly obliged. Naruto spurted out random cusses while downing the forbidden drink. He found Naruto's curses entertaining. He hoped the campus ground wasn't crowded with students and teachers. He didn't want his ass to get thrown to detention.
"Fucking hell, I love you so fucking much, Menma."
"Yeah, yeah . . . That's cool. It's probably just the beer talking or something."
"What . . . are you talking about? Beer doesn't . . . talk, dumbass."
Menma snickered. Naruto let the bottle fall on the opening of the bag. The other twin zipped it close and hurried to the dorm. He met a few classmates of his in the dormitory lounge, who asked what was up with Naruto. Menma tried disregarding them, but they pressed him further. He clenched his teeth, wanting to go to his room.
"He's exhausted."
"Err . . ." Naruto mumbled. "I'm not exhausted; I'm Naruto—'ttebayo!"
"Whatever, man."
Once he locked the door after squeezing through a gaggle of single (and taken) girls, he settled Naruto down on his orange bed and sat beside him. Naruto was having a giggling fit. He rested his head on Menma's lap. Naruto placed his pointing finger on Menma's chin.
"You're horny," Menma said, "aren't you?"
"Horny, and almost sober, so give me another bottle."
"I don't think that'll be good for—"
Menma was cut off short by Naruto, pulling the dominant twin in a sloppy kiss, which demanded Menma's all. The taste of alcohol almost made Menma hurl, but he kept at it. Naruto adjusted himself to get back up and he pinned himself down on the soft silk of the bed, with Menma's body against his. There weren't much signs of hesitation from Menma, but he pulled away once he thought Naruto was indulging too much. He wiped brown saliva from the sides of his mouth. Disgusting.
"Why the fuck would you do that?"
"Because I really want you inside me. And you're horny too."
Menma confirmed it as he looked down at his pants. He didn't say a word as Naruto licked his birthmarks as smooth as pulling a blanket on a bed downwards.
"Just do it, Menma," Naruto whispered. "While I'm drunk as fucking hell."
Naruto stripped off his shirt and wrapped it around his hand. He let it slither through Menma's bulging shaft. Menma was trying his best to keep his lustful expressions away, feeling Naruto's teeth sink in his earlobe.
"I predict that you will take off my pants and underwear and then you're gonna take off your clothes too. And then you'll do anything you fucking want to my body. You'll come inside me and you'll blow me off and then you'll crash on me and we're both gonna sleep with our bare bodies under my blanket. But, it's not exactly a prediction if I already know that's what's gonna happen, correct?"
Menma couldn't help it. Naruto was just so seductive to him. There wasn't much of a use fighting back. He subtly nodded to Naruto. The blonde smiled and celebrated in his mind. He made himself comfortable while Menma stripped and showcased his wonderful body in front of the electric blue eyes of Naruto. Naruto marveled at the size of Menma's penis.
"Well? My pants aren't gonna take themselves off, are they?"
Menma nodded and cautiously slid his pants, along with the boxers, off of the submissive's legs. Naruto's penis was set free, springing into a massive erection in front of Menma's eyes. That spectacle was his ideal body: a body that was nearly identical to his. Naruto reached under the side of the bed for the bottle of clear lube. Menma caught it after Naruto flung it in a way almost as powerful as his handball throws. Menma proceeded to the lubrication ritual.
That feeling of tenseness, yet at the same time, liberty. It was hitting Menma again. He licked his lips like a hungry leopard going in for its game as he explored deeper and deeper into Naruto. He brushed the outside of his fingers across Naruto's defined body. Naruto released an amalgamation of a moan and a sigh when Menma tickled the left nipple bud. Seeing Naruto flinch and relax and flinch and relax in random patterns—
Fuck, Naruto was pretty much the perfect deer, willing to be the leopard's game.
Menma chuckled with the satisfaction of revenge as Naruto's drunken seductiveness turned into pitiful helplessness. Naruto was breathing heavily, beads of sweat, travelling to down to his chin. His hands were twitching involuntarily. He spread his legs wide open as Menma placed himself between those legs, going deeper in his fingering.
"So, dare seduce me, and you'll feel. This. Fucking. Good. Got that, fucker?"
Naruto repeated, "Sorry," numerous times as Menma gave him kisses with no sign of holding his saliva back. From the forehead, to the cheeks, to the mouth, to the neck, and to the nipples, Menma marked him with his sticky saliva.
One digit, two digits, three digits.
Naruto was trembling over the thickness of Menma's fingers.
One bite, two bites.
Naruto grunted as Menma's teeth squeezed his brown nipples.
One thrust.
Naruto released a loud moan with his hand covering his mouth as Menma finally hit his aching prostate.
One rub. Two rubs. Three rubs. Four rubs. Several rubs.
Naruto was screaming on his black pillow, with his prostate massaged.
One stretch. Two stretches. Three stretches. More stretches.
Naruto commanded his body to deny its contraction, shaking from the desperate scissoring.
One pull. One grunt. One push. Two grunts.
Menma was inside him, with the demonic size of his penis inside the tight, pink, and experienced anus of his loving brother. The whole girth, larger than the combined space consumed by three fingers, was everything that Naruto lusted for. Naruto relaxed his walls, finally at ease with the familiarity, and by routine, put his legs on Menma's shoulders. Menma adjusted himself to a better angle. He looked down at the sweaty submissive with a menacing crooked smile.
"Isn't this just a shame? You wanted this Naruto, but why are you acting so weak? You were just so strong a while ago to force me into this."
Naruto mustered up his strength to overcome the relish that was swelling up everywhere in his submitting body that was keeping him from talking. He tried to reach from Menma's hair. Menma glared at the delicate hand.
"I—aaaauuuugh!"
Naruto was interrupted short as the aforementioned relish exploded and made its way to his throat to release as a form of a melodic moan. Menma pulled back and readied himself for another thrust.
"Music to my ears. And music can be turned into a piece. Give me a rhapsody, okay?"
"Y-yeah . . ."
Naruto moaned in a mediocre level when Menma pushed his pelvis forwards one more time. Menma continued in a steady rhythm, smirking every time Naruto had an irregular pattern of asking for more and asking to stop. Naruto tasted the dripping faucet of salty sweat from Menma's struggling face.
The blonde squeaked as Menma pushed even further to get his lips attached to the submissive's neck. The slippery pink tongue tickled Naruto as it brushed through the Adam's apple forcefully. Menma started pounding heavily, with no signs of stopping. The sensation of something going inside and retreating after pained Naruto. He gripped on the sides of his bed, groaning excessively.
With a shaky breath, Naruto forced his head on the pillow. His toes extended by a mile with the content he was having.
He just had to tell.
He felt the need to.
"Damn it." Menma pulled out quickly. Naruto was already longing for the cock inside him for just a few seconds. Naruto tried getting up to kiss Menma, but Menma used his strength to flip Naruto around. "Ass up." And Naruto followed. He felt the rough hands grips his shaking waist. The feeling returned as his anus welcomed the foreign organ. He smiled at the incredible loosening of his walls to make way for the penis.
"Easier this way, isn't it?"
Naruto kept his saliva flowing to his pillows, feeling the external force crush him. He shivered as his prostate was milked intensely. The combined impact of Menma's push and Naruto's pull had an impaling-like pain on his ass.
There wasn't a single evidence of Naruto's resistance. And Menma was doing his best to replenish him! Surely, the stronger the pleasure was, the more the pain. It annoyed him for quite a bit and he continued smashing Naruto.
Out of greed for more, every time Menma thrust, Naruto pulled him even deeper. It felt like it was snaking its way through base of Naruto's penis. Anatomically impossible, but it sure as hell felt like it. He wiped his frigid tears on the fluffy fabric.
Minutes of sex have passed, and Menma was reaching his inevitable climax. "I'm c-close . . ." From his knees, he got into a crouching position. It struck a miniscule deal of fear when he heard the bed creak, but he guessed it was normal. With infinite shivering, he felt the thick fluid fill his penis. With his ass being the center of his gravity, he fell to the bed, giving one more pump to his massive penis.
"Haaaaaaaaugh!"
Inflicting excruciating damage on both parties, Menma went deeper than he was supposed to and dropped his seed with Naruto flinching from the pain, on top of Menma's crotch. Naruto hastily disconnected himself from his brother, moaning when the thickness left. It felt like taking out a piece of foot-long shit. After composing himself, he crashed next to Menma, who was overflowing with satisfaction.
"Do you still want me to blow you off?" Menma asked looking at his fine heaving partner.
"Just," Naruto answered, "do it in the morning when I can't move while having a headache or something."
"Ah . . ."
They stared at each other for quite a while, until Naruto sat up and got dressed in his pajamas. He decided to leave the walrus hat for tonight. He didn't mind the cum that was slowly leaking out and was dampening his underwear.
There was a tiny bit of something. And that something just pissed Naruto off so much. He had to get rid of it. A secret wasn't really worth keeping when it came to Menma. He bit his lip as he felt the words crowd in his throat. Right there.
Don't worry. It's not gonna be so bad. He still cares for you no matter what.
With a forced smile, Naruto mumbled, "I think . . . I love you . . . maybe . . . more than a brother."
"What?" Menma's ears were open. He gulped at what he heard, stagnant fear residing under his chest.
"I said that I love you. Come on, get your pajamas on and let's go brush our teeth so I can finally get a wink of sleep. It's been a long day, isn't it? I mean, Kiba's got himself a girl and Shikamaru is facing his LDR problems, and I'm fucking telling you that I have an incestuous yearning that I wanna develop with you so maybe we can sleep it off or something. Yeah, I love my brother, Menma Namikaze. Should we get ramen for breakfast and lunch? Do you think that maybe I should've came a while ago? 'Cuz I don't think it's gonna be complete if only one of us came. Damn, my ass hurts. Did I mention that I love you?"
"Wait wait wait wait wait." Menma got to his senses and held the wrist of Naruto, who was making a beeline to the bathroom. Mixed emotions shrouded his heart at the moment. He gulped as Naruto's wrist slipped of his clutches. He followed Naruto to his destination. Both of them had an interest in the wooden floor.
He what? Either he's still drunk or . . . or what? Honest? Menma gritted his teeth. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck, maybe the sex has gotten him in love with me.
He came back to reality when he heard the door thumping to a close. Naruto handed him his black toothbrush. He hesitantly took it away from Naruto's hand and stood at Naruto's right. He squirted a caterpillar of charcoal-enhanced toothpaste on the hygiene product and brushed, in sync with Naruto's movements.
The boisterous silence annoyed Menma. The tension between them was unbearable that he wanted to break it apart. He tried to convince himself that Naruto was just exaggerating things, but it just didn't work for him. He draped his own black towel around his waist to at least cover half his nakedness. The emotions surged through and he spat his toothpaste out with a quick gargle of water. He impulsively gripped the pajama collar and pulled Naruto closer to him, straight to his eyes where they can have their staring contest.
"If you don't explain shit to me right now, I'm seriously beating your ass, Naruto."
"'Cept—" Naruto did the same thing Menma did. "You won't, because you love me too much."
In any case, Naruto was right. Menma didn't have the heart to lay a finger on Naruto. He gripped tighter out of denial and snarled. Their heads bumped together, with Menma applying more force.
"We came from the same parents, remember?"
"Yeah, so?"
"Aren't you, at the very least, disturbed by that unspoken yet well-known fact?"
"Need I remind you that we have sex every time we got time on our hands?"
"Need I remind you that it's just for the fun?"
Menma's words tickled Naruto's funny bone. Menma was baffled as Naruto exited the bathroom, cackles of lust filling the room. He rushed to his blond brother, with his fist cocked back, and grabbed him by the shoulder. His fist turned pale in color. There was that tiny hint of doubt before that he should've turned his attention to. He was sure it was the sex. He should've stopped, or at the very least—limited his sessions with Naruto. It came back to bite him painfully.
Menma demanded in a sharp tone, "Explain why." Naruto almost flinched from Menma's so-called killing intent. Once he got used to the aura of tension, he let his muscles go soft.
"It's self-explanatory, y'know?" Naruto said. Menma's enraged and embarrassed expression led his blood to collect on his marked cheeks. Never had he been so flustered and upset for years. He felt a rough palm on his shoulder. He eyed Naruto's hand and slapped it off and, again, grabbed Naruto's collar with both his hands. He clenched his teeth tightly, with a risk of breaking them.
"It's not."
"It is." Naruto pinched the bridge of his nose. "Look, I love you so much more than what Mom and Dad might not like me to, but it is what is."
Menma, under the suppression of his denial, forced his tears back and exclaimed, "It's not, idiot! We're staying as brothers and nothing more, nothing less!" In his heaving rage, he didn't wait for an answer. He, still trembling out of confusion, anger, and fear, covered himself with his own pajamas. He didn't like restricting his emotions—but it was for the best for the both of them. Naruto's incestuous love was overwhelmed by his guilt. He rubbed his arm, sitting on his bed that stood out with its blazing pallet, and waited for Menma to finish dressing up.
There were so many words that were blocked inside his throat. He wanted to say them out loud, but he was shut up by Menma's bitter sneering. He tried comforting Menma by staying on Menma's bed, planning to get himself spooned up by Menma's arms, but that wasn't the case. He hit the floor with a thud, unable to overpower Menma's push. He gulped.
"I-I'm really sorry, Menma. It's just . . . I can't explain—"
"Just go to bed, Naruto. We still have homework to do tomorrow. I don't want to wake up in a bad mood just because of your outrageous desire for my romantic consent."
Naruto flinched as Menma's blanket was quickly draped over him. He really did a big number on Menma this time. With a storm cloud over his head, he limped to his bed and rested, regret washing over him. His back was against Menma's. Naruto could feel it: the deterioration in their bond, caused by the power of his love and lust. And that quick. They prepared for a sleepless night. Menma thought a goodnight was in order, but where would be the "good" in that?