Author: hmmm...this chapter contains yaoi. It does NOT get graphic(primarily because this is and not adultfanfiction, which, to my dismay, is down), but if you have issues with boy/boy hotness, then don't bother reading this one. It is mildly essential to the plot, but...meh. ANYWAY. Have fun reading. And, as always, REVIEW, DAMNIT.
Disclaimer: If I did own Naruto, I wouldn't allow Sasuke and Naruto out of my room and feed them aphrodisiacs.
"KAKASHI!" Sakura snarled softly at the grey-haired Jounin a few moments after Kawao and Sasuke had dissapeared outside. "WHAT THE HELL!"
Kakashi sighed softly and scratched the back of his head.
"Why did you just give him to a person we hardly know!" Kumori chimed in, equally flustered. Especially by the way that person had eyed her boyfriend.
"Would you have liked to anger a demon?" Kakashi asked softly, taking out his book of Icha Icha Tactics.
The two women stared at him.
"Then it's even more dangerous now!"
Kakashi gave Sakura a slow look. "Sakura. From how that man was acting towards Sasuke, do you think he means any harm outside of..." he trailed off, and simply shook his head and opened his book.
"Outside of what?" Kumori asked carefully.
Kakashi gave her the same slow, measured look.
Kumori continued to stare back at him, puzzled and wanting an answer.
Kakashi shook his head. It was better if she didn't understand what he was thinking might happen. That the only harm that might come to Sasuke would most likely be in the form of hickies and perhaps a tender ass.
Aside from that, Kakashi felt that Sasuke would be more protected now than he ever had been. After all, who would dare to mess with a demon that had obviously claimed something as its own?
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Sasuke was surprised at how the strange man was treating him. He felt like he was being treasured, and it seemed as if the man(what was his name again?), was doing his best to make certain Sasuke was relaxing. There was a surprisingly large amount of things to do in this city; Sasuke was shown the entire city at a leisurely pace, and found that he slowly unwound in the man's presence, even against his will. It seemed as if the coldness he had built up around him when dealing with most other males floundered against this man's attentions.
"You're Sasuke, right?"
Sasuke looked at him, not showing his surprise. "Yes. Uchiha Sasuke."
There was the briefest flash of blue in those tawny eyes, confusing Sasuke briefly. It was gone too quickly for him to register the exact shade of blue, as he found that the eyes he was looking at were tawny again.
"My name is Kawao."
There was a pause.
"No last name?"
"Nope."
"Why?"
"I was found."
"Found?"
"Yes."
That was apparently all Sasuke was going to get out of Kawao in regards to his origins. Kawao gave Sasuke a dazzling smile that reminded Sasuke faintly of someone, but he found he was pulled away towards some new destination before he could put his finger on the memory.
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Sasuke was overwhelmed, which was rare. The two had retreated to the residence that Kawao had in that city(he always had SOMEplace to stay, no matter where he went), and Sasuke was sitting on the couch while Kawao got them cups of tea. He was lost in his own thoughts, and didn't realize that Kawao was there until he felt his head being tilted up.
He reacted instinctivly.
So did Kawao.
Sasuke had twisted into a standing position and tried to punch his attacker away, but Kawao had simply caught the punch and pulled Sasuke to him, catching and holding him to his body with his other arm. When he let Sasuke's hand go, it fell around Kawao's shoulders, and their faces were close...too close...!
As Sasuke watched, the tawny hue of Kawao's eyes changed to red, then brilliant blue, then mixed into a purple.
"Sasuke..." Kawao purred, and Sasuke tried to jerk away.
The hand on the small of his back kept him close to Kawao.
He tried to punch, kick,..anything!...but found that his body wouldn't move once Kawao's lips brushed against his collarbone, and slowly traced their way up his neck. His breath caught in his chest when those lips parted and gently nibbled on an earlobe, sending a shiver through his body.
"S-stop!"
"Why?" Kawao asked innocently, and let his hands meander lightly over Sasuke's clothes, and Sasuke succeded in pushing away this time, and fell into a fighting stance.
"I said stop."
"And I say you don't want me to."
Was it Sasuke's imagination, or had Kawao's eyes become a little more red?
Sasuke didn't even register that Kawao had moved until he felt his back hit the couch. He stared up and made to kick out, but found that by how Kawao's hands moved beneath his clothes, by the way he was pressing against Sasuke, made Sasuke really not want to move.
There was something...erotic, about having someone trying to dominate him, at the feeling of large, callused hands on his body, rather than smaller, delicate, hesitant ones. These hands knew what they were doing. They pinched his nipples, making him jerk and yelp in a mixture of pleasure and pain.
The thought that he was being unfaithful hit him and he resisted again, his eyes gaining a stubborn glint.
"I'm taken."
"So?"
"You should stop! No. You WILL stop!"
"Not unless I want to," was the reply in a purr so sensuous that it made Sasuke shiver against his will.
Another objection was on Sasuke's lips, but he never remembered what it had been afterwards. His mouth was suddenly occupied with a fierce kiss, one that seared through him and claimed him.
Sasuke found himself responding, and it was once he found his tounge dancing with the other man's that he gave up.
He wanted this man, and he had no idea why.
His movements, his voice, his eyes, everything...was so familiar that it made him ache. What was it about this enigma that made him forget his girlfriend, forget that he was straight...?
He found that he was straining to rub his body against Kawao's, and heard himself moan when Kawao undid the belt around his waist and slipped his shorts, and everything underneath, down his legs, his lips trailing his hands.
After that...well, Sasuke didn't quite remember outside pleasure given and taken, moans, his heart drumming in his ears, feeling skin on skin, tounge on skin, flesh in flesh.
He knew that he would probably regret this at some point. But in the moment...nothing mattered. Just the sensations and the man with bright purple eyes over him, eyes boring into his.
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Kawao and Sasuke stopped in front of the inn where two kunoichi and one Jounin were staying. Kawao looked over at Sasuke, and their eyes met. Silently, Kawao extended his hand and placed it on Sasuke's shoulder. His eyes were a bright red.
"Sasuke...you're mine now. I have marked you...and you have marked me. But, right now...you have one very jealous girlfriend looking through the upper right window." The eyes shifted from red to a mischevious tawny. Sasuke immediatly caught on.
"NO."
"But–"
"NO."
Kawao mock winced and gave Sasuke a grin so familiar it made Sasuke's heart ache to remember where he knew it from.
"Very well, very well," Kawao said with a dramatic sigh. His eyes became wicked.
"But I think you should pull your collar a little more tightly around your neck."
Sasuke glared at Kawao, who gave him an innocent smile.
"You will not forget me, Sasuke," Kawao said softly, his eyes an odd purple. "You are mine, no matter who you say you are going out with. Your mind, your soul, your body, your eyes...are mine. No one else's."
His eyes were a violent, violating caress.
"Remember, Sasuke...you are mine," he murmured, then turned, walking away from him and towards the section of town where he knew he would find his employees.
Sasuke watched him for a moment, pulled up his collar a little more snuggly, turned, and walked inside the inn to an anxious girlfriend, a suspicious friend, and an amused teacher.