Riayu: Hello everyone
Riayu: Hello everyone! Sarah gave me an idea with her review, so I now have someone to talk to!
Arbela: -Nods-
Riayu: This is my Muse, Arbela. Pronounced air-bell-uh. She's a little….strange.
Arbela: Look at the pot calling the kettle black. I help make sure she gets her writing done.
Riayu: Yeah. She's my new guest up here. I hope you don't hate her.
Arbela: -starts reading a book-
Riayu: Ahem?
Arbela: Ah, right –clears throat–
Disclaimer: The only thing she owns is me. Or so she thinks.
Warning: Lemony goodness! If you don't like that stuff, then why are you reading this?
The alcohol left Naruto feeling amazing, like he could conquer the world if he really wanted to. The music made him feel a little angry, and his friends made him feel loved. But that teme Sasuke made him feel like an ass, and a whore. He was sitting, taking a breather, when someone sat heavily on the couch beside him. For a moment he couldn't tell who it was, the smells of each individual had swirled into one, the scent of sweet sweat filling the air. Then the person spoke, freezing the blood in his veins.
"Hello, Naruto," the voice still wasn't back to the old, monotone voice it had been. Naruto had been so used to the indifference that had always filled it. Perhaps the accident had messed that up too?
"How are you feeling," concerned. Itachi had never, once, been concerned about anything more than the next time they would see each other, kiss, press their bodies together, have sex. The fact that he was worried about something so trivial as how Naruto was feeling was a little unnerving.
"I'm fine, Itachi, how about you?" Naruto asked. He knew that Itachi rarely showed his emotions because his parents had died a few years ago, tearing his already not-to-friendly personality to shreds. The day after Uchiha Itachi had flipped out on a teacher, nearly beaten the shit out of him, he was sent down to the office, where Naruto was already waiting to talk to the principal about his less than appropriate 'decoration' of the schools football field. Itachi had been sitting for less than thirty seconds before Naruto started asking questions. By the time he was through with pestering Itachi they had exchanged names and talked about (maybe) sitting together at lunch after Itachi got out of OSS.
"Good as always," Itachi said. Naruto mulled over what Itachi had told him once, after the first time they had had sex. 'We show the people we love things that we would never show anyone else.' Stupid flashbacks, Naruto thought, shaking his head. He was surprised to feel a hand slide into his. He knew the contours of the cold appendage, Itachi. Warm breath caressed the shell of Naruto's ear as Itachi whispered to him.
"We could go somewhere private," Itachi whispered, his voice lustful. Suddenly Naruto understood all of the kindness and compassion laced within his words, he just wanted sex. Naruto sighed and wondered what it would be like to have sex again, after being celibate for two years. It would hurt like hell, and he would be so tight. Itachi had never been one to have patience when Naruto was tight and often left him aching for days. There had even been a little bit of blood once.
"Not tonight, Itachi, I…" he trailed off the moment those cold lips touched his neck. They moved down to the junction of his neck and shoulder, leaving behind heated desire. "Mmm…Wait, Itachi. Not here," Naruto said, throwing his bead back. Itachi smirked against his flesh and pulled away.
"Then show me where it's okay," Itachi said, pulling the blonde to his feet. They were almost in the hallway when Hinata tapped the blonde on the shoulder. He turned to her, pasting on a smile.
"Naruto, where are you going?" she sounded worried, maybe she didn't trust him with Itachi. The blonde smile and hugged her.
"I'll be fine," he assured her. But he could tell she was still a little worried. "Don't worry, Hinata, they're not as rowdy as they seem." Just as he said it something fell over with a loud clatter. He heard Hinata sigh and turn to investigate what had fallen. Naruto took the chance to drag Itachi to his room, hormones screaming for pleasure. He closed and locked the door, turning to face Itachi who promptly delivered a bruising kiss.
For a moment they both stood there, fingers entwined in hair, tongues sliding against each other, bodies pressed together tightly. Each of them could feel the others eagerness and their own almost painful urge to shed their clothes like skin and merge into one. Naruto was the one to pull away for breath, his head swimming as Itachi continued to kiss his flesh. Along the jaw line, down the neck, a nip of the ear, Naruto knew Itachi well. He unbuttoned Itachi's pants as he was kissed, his breath barely hitching when he felt an ice-cold hand slide up his shirt and touch his taut abs.
Naruto felt his pants and boxers fall, goosebumps rising on his flesh as he was exposed. A hand caressed his erection, a thumb smeared the pre-cum on the tip, and ice lips touched the crook of his neck. The hand massaged him, a second touching his nipple as his neck was bitten, licked, sucked, then bitten again. Naruto moaned as the hand around his phallus squeezed slightly, a thumb rubbing over the tip. The lips pulled away from his neck and came close to his ear, brushing it as Itachi whispered 'down.'
Naruto, of course, complied. He was on his knees in an instant, trying to make his search for the erection as inconspicuous as possible. He was relieved when he found it and quickly inserted the hard piece of flesh into his mouth. He licked it thoroughly then deep-throated it, humming to get a few more moans to come out of his friend. Two hands grabbed fistfuls of his hair and pushed him harder onto the throbbing erection, making him stay there for a moment longer before Itachi pulled the blonde head away, close to coming.
The blonde was surprised when he was suddenly forced to turn around and was pressed, rather painfully, against the door, his erection hurting at the pressure. Fingers were inserted into his mouth, Naruto wordlessly coating them with his saliva. The fingers were promptly taken away, one immediately inserted into his rectum, stroking until he was used to the feel of it. A second was then inserted, stretching him for a moment, then a third was put in. Naruto immediately clenched around the three digits. Too long, he thought, I used to hardly need stretching. But the brunette was unusually patient with him, going back to scissoring, making sure he was properly stretched before inserting a third digit.
"Nn…" Naruto moaned to his arm, feeling the fingers strike his prostate. He could practically hear Itachi's smirk as the fingers were removed and replaced with the phallus. He didn't bother to be gentle, he rarely ever did. Immediately, Itachi was up to the hilt and taking a painfully fast tempo. But Naruto was so used to this type of sex that it hardly hurt and left him floating in a see of lust. His prostate was struck as Itachi rolled his hips, eliciting a sound somewhere between a scream and a moan from the blonde. Itachi pulled him a step back, reached around him, and started stroking his erection in time with the thrusts.
"Say my name, Naruto," Itachi whispered, hitting his prostate again to pull out another scream. Naruto knew the game, he wouldn't say Itachi's name until he came. If he played like that the brunette would hit his prostate more, send him into that perfect haze of lust. There was the promised strike to his prostate, the hand touching him just right to make him scream as loud as he could. After a few more of the combination prostate-strike erection-squeeze Naruto finally came, screaming Itachi's name. The blonde's tightening triggered Itachi to come, his warm seed filling the blonde. Itachi pulled out, leaving Naruto feeling strangely empty, until he heard a knock on the door.
"Naruto, mom and dad are on their way," Pein's voice came through the door. "I suggest you both put your clothes on." The small bit of lust Naruto had retained vanished at the mention of his parents. He pulled his underwear and pants back on, ignoring the sweat drenching his body. When he heard the metallic click of Itachi's belt he opened the door and walked out into the hallway. The music had slowed down, the entire room sounding altogether calmer. But it was unusual for Gaara of Pein to have anything this slow.
"Pein, what's going on?" Naruto asked, walking through the living-room. Someone bumped into him, a woman's voice apologized. Naruto froze, he didn't know that voice. Didn't know her smell, either. Why was there another woman in the house?
"Naruto, over here!" Gaara called, a hand on his shoulder guiding him through a crowd. He was pushed down into a seat, the hand finally leaving his shoulder.
"Gaara," the blonde asked, turning to where the body heat was coming from. "Who are all these other people, and how many are there?" Naruto asked, listening to the soft sounds of their feet as they danced.
"Uh…they're from down the street. They heard the music and decided to come over for the party. There's about twenty of them." The red-head shifted uncomfortably at the angry, pale-blue glare he was receiving.
"Right, and you let them in why?" Naruto asked, his glare hardening.
"I didn't, Pein did," the glare was immediately redirected, letting the red-head relax. The last time the blonde had given him that truly horrifying look he'd been hospitalized. That was the same day they became friends. Kind of ironic.
Naruto was about to pull Pein aside and 'talk' to him when there was a low creak, the front door opening.
"Naruto," Iruka's voice called, the hesitant steps of his mother sounding. "Pein, where are you?"
"In the hallway, mom," Pein called, relieved at his parents being there. Naruto didn't seem fazed by their presence as they walked up directly behind him. The blonde brought his knee up into Pein's crotch and punched him in the jaw, sending him sprawling on the ground.
"Naruto!" Iruka shouted in a mother-like scolding tone.
"Wait, Iruka, it might have been justified," Kakashi said, putting a hand on the brunettes shoulder.
"He let twenty random kids into the house, and at least three of them have weed." Naruto said, getting ready to kick the fallen figure. Kakashi pulled him back, putting him in a head-lock and holding him there until Pein was back on his feet.
"Why're you two here anyways?" Pein asked, looking from the silver-haired man to the brunette.
"Iruka had this weird feeling that one, or both, of you had done something stupid." Kakashi said, smiling behind the mask that he wore over his mouth and nose to keep pollen out.
"We told you not to let anymore people with drugs into this house, Pein," Iruka scolded, shaking a finger in his face. "You remember what happened last time." Naruto and Pein both shuddered at the memory of all the police cars and the strange tests. In jail for a week before their parents could bale them out, they hadn't been able to sit for days.
"Right, I'm going to send everyone home," Iruka said, his footsteps fading away. Kakashi released the blonde from the headlock, watching him stumble away, rubbing his neck. The silver-haired man noticed the edge of a bright red mark on the crook of his neck.
"Nice to know you and Itachi are still getting along," he said with a chuckle. Naruto threw him a dirty look. There was a moment of silence as the blonde glared lighting bolts at his father, the smile fading from the masked face. He sighed. "I have to go, boys," he said, turning to see Iruka beckoning from the door. "Your mother wants to leave. We'll see you later."
Soon Naruto found himself in an almost empty house, Hinata already having gone to bed. But the blonde, once again, couldn't sleep. He'd even run out of things to do. He'd cleaned, vacuumed, washed dishes, done everything thing he could think of around the house, and he still couldn't sleep. He sighed, pulled on a sweatshirt to fend off the cold, and walked outside. A cold win stung hi cheeks, forcing him to pull up his hood as he walked, hunching his shoulders against the unusually cold night. Winter was coming fast this year. He let his feet walk a well-known course, soon finding himself in a much cooler place, lacking buildings that emitted heat and cars that continuously drove by. The best, and biggest, park in Tokyo, trees reaching so high in the sky that you sometimes lost sight of the surrounding buildings. But he could still hear the faint sounds of the city; still smell the traces of fog. So he walked further in, listening to the night sounds of the forest. There was a scuffling sound followed by the high-pitched cries of baby foxes.
The blonde paused, smelled the air, and caught wind of the smell of decaying flesh. Pity filtered into his stomach, weighing it down. He heard footsteps, spun around, and looked sightlessly for the approaching person. The footsteps came to a halt; there was a sigh, and the sound of the person turning. Naruto caught scent of the pure fire again and instantly knew the person.
"Hello, teme," the blonde said, smiling scornfully. Sasuke immediately turned to face the blonde.
"Usuratonkachi, what are you doing out here?" he asked in monotone.
"Last time I check I don't need a reason to take a walk," the blonde countered.
"In the middle of the nigh, alone? Not to mention the fact that you're blind."
"I don't need to answer to you," the blonde said heatedly. There was another cry from the foxes.
"What was that?" Sasuke asked, glancing around.
"Foxes," Naruto said, smirking. "You sound scared, Uchiha. You really are nothing like your brother. I bet you're still a virgin."
"You little," the next thing Naruto knew he was sprawled out on the path, his cheek throbbing as blood gushed into his mouth. He sat up, spit the blood out, then tried to locate the offender. A hand grabbed him by the front of the shirt and shook him violently.
"Teme! Let me go!" the blonde yelled, swinging his fist and coming in contact with muscle.
"Take it back!" the dark voice yelled, punching him in the face.
"You'll never be able to beat him," the blonde sneered at him. He received another punch, this time in the stomach. He brought a knee up into the brunette's crotch then used his other knee to push him off, pushing himself onto his feet.
"Being so quick to violence will make you lose every time," the blonde said disapprovingly. "You should think things through more." He turned and walked off, leaving Sasuke in a heap on the path.
Arbela: Riayu…I think you got the roles mixed up there. That seems like something that Sasuke would tell Naruto.
Riayu: Yeah…I know. For some reason I've made Naruto reasonably smart. It's actually starting to creep me out.
Arbela: And you still wrote him like this?
Riayu: Yup! It'll work out better like this. After all, if you lost your sight I'm sure you'd be a lot more serious.
Arbela: Touché. Right, thanks for reading, everyone. Cookies to anyone and everyone who reviews!
Riayu: Only two more finals! Hope you liked the lemon!