A/N: Thank you for the reviews, folks. I DO appreciate it. In the interest of moving the plot, cough, cough, here's the next chapter...

The Bonds of the Living and Dead Part II

Naruto had come out of the outhouse after changing all the way down to his undershorts, and after he had made sure of removing the remainder of Sasuke's reminder from his bowels. He thought that perhaps the soup had help to facilitate this, but it takes hours to days, for food poisoning to have its full effect. When he finally had finished and cleaned himself up, he opened the door, took his pack down from the hook and attempted to put on a brave face in front of his comrades. He stood tall, the sun nearly overhead now, glinting off his bright hair. His blue eyes matched the midday sky. Unfortunately, Shikimaru figured that Sai and he would take advantage of his absence and leave before they found out what mood he would be in on his return. Why risk elemental rasengen?

Naruto spent a while trying to figure out if they were playing a game or had actually left him behind. Once he decided that they had gone on ahead, he set out to catch up with them at the inn. He didn't try too hard to actually catch up to them prior to the inn itself, and was able to grow a thirty minute head start into a couple hours.

Back in Konoha Hospital

Tsunade was disappointed with Shizune. Her niece was simply not making headway with Konohamaru. The boy was only 'eating' via his intravenous tubes, and had a full morphine drip to keep him sedated. Feeding tubes were chewed apart unless they used mouth gags, which eventually were spit out, the kid could open his jaws like a snake, even when unconscious, no standard device would fit, and they would have to resort to taping it to his face the next time. They had been able to duplicate what they thought was the addicting compound but injecting it had no effect. Without the morphine, Hamaru was violent in the bed and had a full set of restraints. I wonder if we identified the wrong substance….maybe we overlooked something…. She looked up from the spot she had been pacing by the doped up boy on the bed. Hamaru's wrists and ankles were strapped with wide leather straps to the hospital bed, the skin of his arms, torn; bleeding from his early constant scratching and the pulling out of his IV's when they had to stop the morphine; skin and blood still under his fingernails. He had lost a lot of weight. No visitors were allowed. Maybe I should have let him see Naruto before he left on a mission….

Shizune was exhausted, as she sat in front of the latest analysis of the compounds in Naruto's spew. She had only a bit of the original material left and she knew that unless she figured out what it was that caused the 'addiction' she would have to simply use it directly on Konohamaru. But how do you administer it for its greatest effect? You can't inject semen into someone's arm it would be useless and most likely be painful as a muscle injection, into the veins would give him a few minutes before he died of clotting. Oral could only be done when he was on morphine, but the effect of the morphine might block the effect of the semen which had similarities.What to do….how was he originally in contact with the semen? That is the way it should be administered! I could inject it into his anus and use a butt plug to make sure that it stays in there. But why would that work? If it's just the compound then the extract we made would have worked, too, except that we injected it into his bloodstream. Maybe there's some reaction with it in the colon that changes the molecule into something else….that's got to be it. Getting up from the chair, Shizune was going to read all about compounds in the GI tract.Where's the blasted book…..

Tsunade walked to the boy's bedside, and put her hand on his forehead, it was cool but damp. She brushed the scraggly hair away, and caressed the boy's face. She remembered his father when he was this age, he had been a handsome man, but one that was always trying to live up to the expectations that being a son of a sitting hokage brought to bear. She knew about this, as she had grown up as the daughter of a sitting hokage and was fully aware of the pressures that the village put on the children. Hamaru's father she had read in the records had wasted his life on a mission with an inexperienced team that he was leading, that had made a fatal mistake. He had died trying to protect the genins in his team from being killed, but they hadn't survived anyway once he was gone. He was always like that as a kid; he always refused to retreat, saying it wasn't befitting a hokage's son, to back down. He ended up getting killed because he was a hokage's son, and didn't even follow the real first rule, you can't protect anyone if you're dead. Konohamaru stirred under Tsunade's hand, and opened an eye. She watched as he ran his pink tongue over his parched lips.

"Baa-chan, is there any water? I would like some water, please."

Tsunade jumped up at the request and went to the other side of the room to fill a water cup and get a straw. Bringing it back to the bed, she held the bent straw to his lips, as he sucked the fluid in. She watched as he was totally engrossed in the water, and drank the entire cup.

"Baa-chan, why am I tied up like this? I want to go to the bathroom, I don't feel well."

Tsunade brushed his forehead again, back into his hair and around to his chin. "You've been pretty sick. How do you feel, Konohamaru?"

"I have to go to the bathroom. I want to eat something, my stomach hurts. I want to see Naruto-kun. Has Naruto-kun been here to see me?"

Tsunade shook her head at the last. And pulled over a rolling IV holder, "you have a catheter right now, so if you just need to pee…."

"No, I want to take a dump." Konohamaru blushed at the frankness, but he had to go, like now!

Tsunade unhooked the empty urine bag from the bedside and hung it low on the pole. She then turned the clamp on the fluid IV to off. Carefully folding over the lead into Hamaru's arm, and putting it under the armature that held the IV in place so that air could not get in. A line of blood began to backflow out from his vein into the tubing.

Tsunade started un-strapping the boy from the bed. I'll walk him into the toilet, and then get a nurse and orderly to help clean up the bed and him. Take advantage of this moment…. When the final strap was off, she returned back to the bedside with the rolling IV holder, and started to help Hamaru out of the bed. "You can't walk on your own, lean on me, and I'll help you to the toilet. Once you're there, take your time, I'm going to order you some food and get some staff to clean you up and clean the room. I don't want you to get up from the commode without help. Do you understand me?"

"Yeah, I do. Can we move faster? I don't want to take a dump right here on the floor." Konohamaru stood up; his gown had been switched so that it now had the opening in the front. It was untied, he didn't care, as it flopped open, the tubing from the urine bag to his penis on display. His hair was mess, and in clumps, his arms scabbed, his nails black with dried blood. Various stains were on the gown, mostly at the hem. His wrists and ankles had wide red marks where the padded leather had been tight against his skin. He could hardly feel his feet which seemed cold in the overly warm hospital room. Swiveling and sitting up, he watched as Tsunade crouched down to put his arm over her shoulder.

"One, two, three, up!" Together they walked slowly to the toilet in the room. Tsunade could feel the boy's weight has he leaned on her, and they walked together. She had put her hand on his far hip, and held him close to her, with his arm across her shoulder. She grasped the pole with the urine bag and tried to keep it close to Konohamaru as they walked. Shizune was stingy with the tubing, I bet if I don't move this closer, I'm going to jerk it out of him!

"Hey, Baa-chan, you want to pull on my dick? You have to use your hand not the tubing, eh?" Hamaru, tried to laugh at his own joke, but just started coughing instead. He thought that the part of his arm that was draped over the Godaime's neck got warmer. Finally they made it the short distance to the toilet, and with a bit of fussing, he had his gown raised up and was sitting on the commode. Immediately he let out a huge fart. "That feels so much better already…" looking up at Tsunande waving her hand in front of her frowning face.

"I hope that's not what we came here for? In any case, you just sit there, I'm going to get some more help, and order you something to eat. Don't move." Tsunade left the room to find someone to help her and order up some gruel for the boy. He seems almost normal. I wonder if we've broken the addiction or not? I don't know who's on duty now either, it's an odd time of day just before shift change…..

Konohamaru sat for a moment on the commode as listened to Tsunade leave the room. Carefully he lifted his penis out of the bowl he was sitting on, examined the catheter and the housing that was holding it in. Who designed this thing, it looks like a torture device? Who puts tape on someone's dick? Carefully he started to peel away the tape that was holding the latex to his pubes, and once it was pulled back, he started to roll the latex up toward his tip. It snapped onto the hard catheter that was inserted. Taking a deep breath, he started to pull the tube out, he could feel it's passage up the urethra as it was removed. He closed his eyes, it was too gross to watch. When he felt that it was totally out, he looked at it. It had a drop of blood at the end. I guess I didn't do that too well. Looking at the IV box on his arm, and the tracing of blood in the tubing, he thought, I think I'll leave that in for now. Grasping the rail next to him for support he tried to stand on his own. His feet still felt cold, but not as numb as when he woke up. Still holding the rail, he tried to take a step, and then another. A few more and he could feel his feet warming up and the numbness was lessening. I really have to find Naruto-kun. I don't want to stay here any longer. Looking around the room he spotted a closet and was hoping that his clothes were inside. It was empty. Naruto had brought him to the hospital without his clothes. "I guess the hospital gown will have to do."

Tying the gowns straps, tight, Konohamaru stood up straight. "I have to find Naruto-kun, soon..." He rubbed the sensitive skin of his arms lightly, feeling the scabbed skin. "Naruto-kun. Very soon." Turning towards the window, he opened it, a cool breeze, wafted into the overheated hospital room, the sun was shinning and as he looked into the street, people were walking about. It was another day in Konoha. Harmaru swung himself out onto the narrow ledge, and using his chakra started to walk down the side of the hospital, as casually as someone in a gown without underpants could. The cool breeze tightened the skin of his sack as it tried to keep his jewels warm. Once he reached the street, he turned in the direction of Naruto's apartment, and moving as fast as he could, and sticking to the less popular streets to avoid as many people as possible. After all, who notices a youth running around in a hospital gown with only two string ties holding it shut as he alternately flashes people on both sides of the street with each stride.

Hamaru stood before Naruto's door. He could smell the cool forest scent. He turned the handle, it didn't move, which was unusual since Naruto never locked his door, but as one of Naruto's friends, he knew where the key was hidden, and reaching up on this toes to feel the top of the door's frame, he felt along the ledge for the key, soon opened the door. There was the overpowering smell of the damp woods in the apartment, Hamaru stood in the door's entrance and took a deep breath. Naruto-kun! Closing the door behind him, he entered the apartment, stepping up to the floor. The door to the bed room was closed, but Konohamaru walked his now blackened bare feet to the door, and slowly opened it.

Sunlight streamed into the room, it was warmer then the inner room, the smell was intoxicating. The bed was unruly, the sheets all tangled and twisted. There seemed to be stains on the sheets. The smell was evenmore intense in the sun-heated room. Hamaru was feeling weak in his knees at the new assault on his senses. There was a small wash cloth near the bed, highlighted by a sun beam, the smell seemed to be coming from it, and Konohamaru walked slowly toward the cloth and picked it up, it was hot and still damp. Caught in the forest smell, he brought the cloth to his face so that he could breathe deep of the smell.

Naruto, Naruto-kun! Where are you? The cloth was millimeters from his nose and it was powerful, in the damp cloth, without thinking, Hamaru put the cloth in the mouth, to suck the damp from it. Konohamaru walked around the room, the cloth hanging from his lips. It was good even with the sour spots. His penis rose from under the gown and peeked out between the gap that flapped open as he walked around and closer to the bed. The sunlight caught spots on the headboard and wall above it. Harmaru put a finger to one of them and brought a dab to his nose, Tomato? He investigated every damp patch of the sheets and was excited further when finding the forest scented ones, which he promptly devoured, since now, the cloth tasted more like his own spit than Naruto.

I feel much better, but I must still find Nartuo-kun. They'll be looking for me and this is certainly one of the places they'll come looking for me. I need to take a shower first, and then, I'll borrow some clothes. He made his way to the bath where he has last encountered Naruto, and when he opened the door, noticed that it was still damp, and some towels were tossed on the floor. There was a strong forest smell in here too, and it seemed to be coming from where the towels were tossed on the floor. Konohamaru approached slowly. The floor seemed wet, and there were still puddles. But the scent was stronger as he came near. Then, without warning he slipped on the floor, falling onto his ass, the robe rising above his hips. He skidded, his legs akimbo towards the pile of towels. The smell was again overpowering. And now his butt and back of his thighs were covered in some thick slick and sticky fluid that smelled even more like Naruto-kun. Dabbing a finger into the viscous liquid, he put it into his mouth; it was definitely Naruto's. There was still a puddle of it between his thighs as he sat on the floor; his erection was hard as a kunai, as he reached around it to again put a couple fingers into the cold goo. I really need to find Naruto. Hamaru watched as a drop of the goo dripped to the floor again, but started to bend his knees and put his blackened soles of his feet to the slick floor as he sat there, the puddle between his legs, and shifted his pelvis to gain easier access to his back door. He brought the warming goo on his fingers to his hole and started to massage it around the entrance. It was cooling and his pucker twitched at the touch.

His whole body shook at the cool touch; his hole felt first cool and then began to warm, as he traced the pucker more vigorously with the congealing fluid. He dabbed his fingers again into the puddle, and returned then to his now heated hole, and plunged them between the rosebud lips. Again, the touch was cooling and then heated up, massaging the spew into his inner ring. Oh, Naruto-kun. I need you! Another dab, and insert, he used his fingers to scrape as much as he could from the floor and place it into this second door into his body. He felt wonderful, he was floating in a forest glen; he tossed his head back, closing his eyes as he reveled in the sensation he was feeling. He wiped the stuff as best he could from his thighs and butt to place it in his secret dark place, each dab, each touch made him feel better than before, but it was not as good as being with Naruto-kun. Finally there was no more to fulfill him, and he hunted on the floor for other spots, and remembering that he had stepped in some earlier, he sat back down to examine the sole of his foot, but now there was nothing worth spelunking to his depths or to even lick off. He felt let down, but clear in his mind, that Naruto was to be his goal, and he would certainly find him -- today. Standing up, he stood for a moment, staring at the shower head. His hand trailed over his butt, lifting the robe that covered it, he pulled the cheeks apart, and he again explored the hidden recesses, it felt so much better….with his other hand, he applied a light touch to his still rampant organ. Shortly, he arched his back, and his knees trembled, and he opened his eyes watching the jets hit the wall in front of him- the first was dark with his blood. His pulsing stopped and the fluids were running over his fingers while he released his shrinking member. He brought them to his lips, and licked, it didn't taste as good as Naruto's. Hamaru rubbed his hand over his arms, leaving a trail of dampness over his scabbed forearm. Naruto-kun…..

Thanks for reading this far...reviews, and suggestions as to what you would like next, Sai or Shikimaru solo or together? Sai and Naruto? All three? Konohamaru, too? Naruto and Konohamaru? I would find your opinion, interesting.