Hinata rested over Naruto's chest, her eyes half open as her fingers fiddled restlessly with the collar of his orange shirt. Naruto was silent, sky blue eyes dim like an oncoming storm, and had an arm wrapped around her shoulders, holding her to him as she held him to her.
"You know they're okay, Hinata… As if that redheaded bastard would be stupid." His voice was low and hoarse, a dark muttering under his breath.
"Wh-what if they're not?" She lifted her head finally from his slow heartbeat, her lilac eyes conflicted and afraid. "H-how do we know, N-Naruto?" Tears fell anew from her red stained eyes.
Naruto sat up with her, wrapping his arms firmly around her waist as he nuzzled his face against her throat, his hands clenching slightly in her light purple night gown. "'Cause I know that bastard! You better believe ain't no one getting to Lee before that bastard sees them down! Fuzzy Brows isn't going to get hurt, better believe it!" His voice was full of utter conviction.
Hinata blinked, and then closed her eyes, tears leaking out onto her eyelashes and then down her cheeks yet again. Her arms circled his shoulders as her lips trembled. "A-and if-f he c-can't th-throw them d-down?"
A deep dark silence followed, full of doubts that were not being spoken. For the two weeks Lee and 'Love' had been missing, this was how their nights had gone; worried and anxious for their friends as the sun set and they lied in their bed.
"… Just don't think about it that way! You can't doubt them, Hinata! You just can't." He held her closer to him, squeezing her tightly as if he could just push the thoughts out of her head.
Silence fell again, less heavy, yet with just as many doubts and secrets and anxiety.
"… Hinata?" Naruto's voice seemed to crack at the end, but that was not entirely certain. "There's something I gotta tell you… And you're going to hate me when I'm done."
It was… strange. Strange and different, yet he was surprised mostly by how he had come to accept, and even embrace, it.
Having a demon train him in the blistering heat of the desert sun throughout day and night had been welcomed, if not tiring and sometimes trying. Having that demon supply for him, not trusted to go alone anywhere near the town that rested somewhere close to a hundred miles to their east (It would have been a wonderful challenge, yet he had not learned completely how to transport himself, nor did that make much sense to take the trip for food and supplies when the journey itself would take so long) was something that somewhat dented his pride of independence.
What was entirely strange and different was the fact that that one night of comfort, one of gentle movement and hushed silence and whispering caresses, had not stopped with just that night.
To be truthful, Lee had thought it would. He had thought that there would be no second time under the powerful male, feeling the other joining their body ever again. The thought had left him somewhat sad, yet he had shook away. For three days after that night, it went unmentioned. They weren't avoiding the topic (Love? Avoid something?), they had just… It just went without words and repeat…
For three days.
There was no awkward silence, no guilt or harmed feelings. Lee had said he would not regret and he did not. Oh no, quite the contrary; the memories of it haunted him like a sweet lullaby. Which was how the peace ended three days later when the memories haunted him a little too heavily. Not two minutes later, after beginning to pant and a healthy blush covering his face as his mind raced, those memories were being recreated, reformed, and hardened; hungry aqua eyes had watched him as swift hands had swept over his body, moving away clothes and readying him for a penetration that had made him scream of pleasure and pain mixing so wonderfully together upon the first thrust.
That had led to an awkward silence on Lee's part, his eyes uncertain and his body somewhat tense as he stared at the oh-so calm redhead who laid by his side. They were companions… Most definitely friends if one were to ask him before Love. … But lovers?
Yes, wiccans viewed the act of 'making love' as a very strong force of magic. Yes, he had planned to give himself only to the one he would love with his entire heart and had then ended up in bed with a man who metaphorically had no heart without any second thought… No, he had not thought to repeat; he had thought it was now behind them.
And then, watching Love watch him, he had given in, resting his head over the demon's still chest as he sighed. Maybe they were not in love. They did need each other, though. And it could he honestly bring himself to feel regret for not being in love when such acts were being committed by Love?
No, he could not.
And so, he lied once again on the mound of blankets and pillows and cloths, his teeth clamped together as he whimpered behind them, his eyes wide and unseeing as his body rocked back and forth. His hands remained immobile above his head, energy that was bright red swirling over them and bending as if they were alive, holding his wrists firmly to the makeshift bed as tendrils of that energy, some follows by thin ropes of sand, trailed up and down his body. His shoulders were digging into the blankets, his erection rubbing with painful pleasure against a pillow placed under his hips, and his knees pressed into the mound.
A wet slapping noise sounded every time the demons hips snapped back against his buttocks, his sack hitting the curve of each cheek every time. With a particularly sharp thrust, Lee's mouth opened and a scream escaped him. In the next thrust, his prostate was being violently and continuously hit, making breathing impossible for him as he sobbed, fingers clawing at whatever they could reach in their shackles and his body attempting to twist; either into the sweet torture, or out, he was uncertain. What he knew was that he was going to die if it did not end soon! It was too good, so hard, so very hot.
And it was hot. One of Love's hands were groping one cheek as the other pressed down between his shoulder, the demon bending over him so his front covered most of Lee's back and his teeth biting dominantly into Lee's shoulder. Fire was practically dancing on him! Love's skin felt as if it were burning against his own already overheated skin.
For this treatment, no matter how much he enjoyed it, he knew it was his own fault. It had to be; Love had no sex drive of his own. Lee just faintly remembered the wet dream he had been having, blue-green eyes staring at him with carnal pleasure and a foreboding smirk. And then he had been woken up just to look up into the same blue-green eyes, full of lust and his hands ripping away at his yoga pants.
Oooh, and how he was enjoying it. He felt as if he would die of all the pleasure… Or was it pain? The two were so deeply interwoven to each other, he could not tell what he felt anymore. What he was certain of was that he did not want it to end, but would surely pass out if it did not.
Finally, he came with a loud keening whine, his hips bucking alternatively against the pillow and back up onto Love as his seed shot out onto the pillow beneath. With him came Love, filling Lee so full and so hot, he screamed again.
For long moments, Love panted against his shoulder, teeth still deeply lodged into Lee's skin without actually breaking it. Lee was mewling underneath him, the energy and sand still running over his flesh in random designs and Love lodged deeply within him, causing tired strands of pleasure to curl up and around within him. With the orgasm he had just had, it felt almost too painful, yet too good to be so.
When his breathing was calm once more and Love had gone too limp to remain within him, his eyes were already closing again, exhausted both by being so suddenly awakened and their actions. "What time is it?" He asked groggily, the energy and sand sliding away from him as he was lowered fully onto the bed yet again, eyes closed now as he breathed deeply.
"… Two past midnight." Love answered with that stoic tone of voice, his hands sliding down Lee's body to grip his hips and position them over the now sticky pillow. His hands followed up from them, gliding over his inner thighs before ending their journey at his knees and spreading them apart as he leaned down and pressed open mouth kisses to Lee's abdomen.
Between his legs, his member remained limp. He felt no pleasure for the act unless Lee did; and though Lee felt the pleasure, he was too tired for it to be enough to make love again.
Watching as Love watched him, he smiled a small wicked smile. His own energy, green and light to the eyes, drifted leisurely from him to Love, stroking over moon pale skin and whispering over his serious face.
Mustering up the strength, he got himself into the mood, bucking his hips even as his energy pulled on the body above him. For a moment, Love did not move. Then he was on his back, staring emotionless up at Lee who now straddled his belly, a pleased flush on his face as his fingers petted over Love's chest. "That was not nice, Love… I was sleeping quite soundly when you woke me up!" His voice was teasing and just over a purr.
He leaned down, pressing lips to Love who instantly fought him, taking control with a sweet change of power of lips, tongue, and teeth until Lee retreated with a gasp, mouth bruised and eyes wanton. He smiled again as he looked down at the predatorily being, feeling each need and lust curl and stretch within him. Against the curve of his buttocks, he felt the certain rise of the demon's erection.
He tapped a finger to Love's nose, just as quickly rolling off of him and burying himself underneath a mountain of blankets as he laughed with twinkling eyes at the blinking demon. He stretched under the blankets, nuzzling a pillow near his head. "Good night, Love!"
Love stared at him… Continued to stare at him… And then his lips twitched ever so slightly. "You are a tease, Lee."
Already half asleep, Lee only giggled, snuggling deeper under the blankets as he sighed. "I am tired, so you shall have to deal with it." And promptly fell asleep.
It was one of those other strange things he had been getting used to…
The familiarity and the feeling that this was love.
Yet that was not possible, was it? After all, Love had no heart.
T.T I am… sorry… Not only have I not updated in a while, but I give you this sucky chapter to make up for it… *bows* I'm very sorry! ^^; This story is not going at all where I planned it… Hopefully, however, I will still complete it.