The Sting of Poison
IMPORTANT: This can be any YAOI pairing involving Naruto, however Naruto is the Seme in this fic… I hope you enjoy! Please tell me how I did…
He's pure poison on the outside… and my guess is on the inside too. But at this point his deadly sting has made a masochist out of me. Each day I crave that burn that only he can give. Each night I wait for him.
He's an animal, that one. His sexuality is sadistic; biting, scratching, and growling make up his breathtakingly sinister side.
Long ago I noticed he never keeps his eyes open when he's with me. For all I know he's with another man in his minds eye. It's starting to bother me… It never did before...
I can never keep my eyes off his closed ones. I know the sparkling blue beneath those lids. I study them when we're outside, on a mission, passing on the street, just when ever I can.
I wonder if he notices my stares.
Is it to much to ask for him to care?
As he moves inside me, (a shame I'd never tell), my mind goes blank again. He's touching that part of me deep inside that brings a rush of stimuli surging through out my body.
I glance up again at my golden god, the monster of Konoha.
A moan ripped through my body as our bodies speed up. I tore my eyes open Eyes closed, golden hair sticking to his face with perspiration, a shining contrast to the empty darkness of my room. That image is enough to bring a man to his knees.
Not that he had a problem with getting me there… heh…
I wonder, does he even know his own power over me? Does he care?
Sometimes I let my imagination run free, sometimes I hear his voice in my head whispering my name as he reaches his peak. Sometimes he reassures me that he'll be there when I wake up. But when its over I know it wasn't real…
Each night when he finishes he likes to licks the salty blood from the wounds he inflicts on my body. Sometimes this leads to another round of mind numbing pleasure before he gets up and blends into the night. No words. Sometimes I wish she would say something. Sometimes I have to stop myself from grabbing him and forcing him to stay.
But that would be wrong. You shouldn't play with something like poison.
Some things aren't meant to be possessed by mortals. Some things are meant to be forever out of your reach during the sun filled hours, whiskered cheeks smiling, acting like last night never happened.
As for playing with my poison lover, (if only when the moon is out), I wonder sometimes how long it will last… After all he offers me no antidote of sweet nothings, or promise that he'll protect me from himself…
He will be the death of me this boy, this poisoned boy. But until that happens I think I'll be alright.
Yes, I think I'll be alright.
The room is once again. Running a hand through my hair I quickly change the sheets, my only evidence of my nightly escapades.
Could have at least said goodnight.