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Chapter Three: That Which May Seem
That Night
For something so inherently powerful, Naruto was quite surprised that the fine, midnight granules felt so soft. A few stray particles slipped off the edges of his finger; he caught at the dust with the other hand and deposited the renegade particles back into his palm. Deftly flicking his eyes around the alleyway, he judged that the coast was clear, slowly edged out of the nook he had sandwiched himself into earlier, and leisurely walked up the walls, across the gates, and through the elegant courtyard of the noble Uchiha estate, carefully carrying his precious powder. Coming in contact with the barrier Tsunade had erected to prevent Sasuke from defecting again, he made a seal with his hands and tore a small hole just wide enough for him to slip inside, watching as the chakra quickly mended itself. The barrier, recognizing a chakra signature other than Sasuke's, easily allowed him access.
Summoning chakra into his fingers, Naruto scaled the wall like some sort of lizard, slithering with feline grace up to the windowsill of Sasuke's bedroom. Fingers clamped onto the granite ledge as he noiselessly hoisted himself onto the sill, and with the balanced precision of a well-practiced thief, he slowly edged open the curtains and slipped inside. Smooth, velveteen cloth met his feet, and a sleek, oiled grin appeared on his face as the knowledge that he was actually inside Sasuke's bedroom seeped like grease into his brain. He could barely make out the aristocratic curve of Sasuke's hip as he slept, immersed in an otherworldly realm, covered by satin sheets of red…
Before he could think of a decent metaphor to next describe the Uchiha's shoulders, a white blur had whipped across his vision, and the next instant he found himself pinned to the wall (or rather pinned inside of the wall; the force of the blow had shoved him a good three feet into the pristine marble), a livid-looking Sasuke snarling death into his face, Sharingan spinning and ready to dismember…
Naruto, despite the massive pain, actually smiled as he lightly blew into his palm, sending midnight particles spiraling up the depths of Sasuke's nostrils.
He could feel the red of the Sharingan bleed out of the Uchiha's eyes, dripping crimson and black onto the immaculate floor. A hazy mist circled into Sasuke's pupils and he staggered, weaving suddenly to the side as he went down on one knee. Naruto sighed as the pressure on his throat was released, then dug himself out of the wall and knelt next to the Uchiha on the sleek, mink carpeting. Sasuke looked up at the blonde with a sad, almost innocent gaze of questioning bemusement before slumping completely onto the floor, murmuring to himself in incoherent undertones. Naruto, casting an almost sympathetic gaze at the befuddled Uchiha, bent down and looped an arm around the curve of Sasuke's waist, picking him up and laying him on the bed.
"Usu..ra…tonka..chi…?" The name, fondly adopted by Sasuke as the best word to describe the rambunctious blonde, now hitched, faltered weakly, and slipped from his lips, dissipating noiselessly into the air.
"Shhh, shhhh, everything's all right…."
Gently stroking the raven hair beneath him, Naruto bent and tenderly pressed Sasuke's frame into the bed, holding him close to his body as he murmured reassuring nothings into the curved shell of Sasuke's ear. Tension spiked in the body beneath him, sending a spark of alarm through his body, but a second later he could feel the loosening of the once-taut muscles, relaxing and relaxing until he knew, somehow, that he had the Uchiha's complete and utter trust. A pale hand crept almost timidly up the side of his neck, and Sasuke seared a pleading look into Naruto's azure eyes, a look which would forever brand itself upon the surface of his soul.
The blonde leaned forwards and touched his lips to Sasuke's cool forehead, feeling the ghost of Sasuke's breath on the curve of his neck. He trailed his mouth down the bridge of Sasuke's nose, reveling in the smoothness of Sasuke's porcelain skin before hovering over his lips, sending his breath over Sasuke's mouth. The Uchiha was still, waiting in almost childish anticipation as Naruto's sweet breath fluttered over his lips.
"You know, Sasuke…" Naruto murmured almost absently as he ghosted lips across the Uchiha's mouth. "You won't remember this in the morning."
The barest of nods confirmed his outspoken thought, Sasuke's beautiful onyx eyes almost radiant in the dark. He'd never quite noticed just how magnificent the Uchiha's eyes were, Naruto thought to himself as he willingly let himself drown in their depths. Cut like obsidian, they were…how very….unusual….Lashes slipped closed as the blonde brought sweet relief to the both of them, pressing his mouth to Sasuke's in a sweet, torturing kiss.
It was the most intimate feeling that erupted between them as they moved together on the bed, twisting their heads back and forth in a sensual dance for dominance. The sweet, sweet taste of Sasuke's mouth pressed on his sent Naruto's poor, tattered mind into caverns of bliss. He delved into Sasuke's mouth, swirling his tongue into the secret crevices, the hot, burning desire pooling deep within his stomach also yearning to provide that much ecstasy to the Uchiha beneath him. Sasuke exhaled, a slow, sensuous sound deep (from the back of his soul) from back of his throat as he desperately tilted up his head in a muted plea that was muffled against Naruto's lips.
Naruto felt the remains of his guilt slip away as Sasuke arched up to meet him, curving into his body as he welded his mouth to the blonde's. Manhood slid against manhood as Naruto plunged downward with a throttled cry, grinding hips against hips, groin against groin, and now everything melted into a blur of erotic ferocity, hot, wet and fast, Sasuke's hands, stroking, stroking, stroking him, his own hands burning hot trails down the Uchiha's body as teeth clacked against his own in a clumsily graceful kiss. Hips ground and gyrated as the erotic friction between their cocks spun to a dizzying level.
A moan escaped through pale lips as Naruto lowered his lips to Sasuke's neck, the luxury of Sasuke's salty-sweet skin blossoming in his mouth not unlike the way the Uchiha's responding cry blossomed in his mind. Limbs entangled as hands stripped away silks and cloths until Sasuke lay exposed beneath him, withering with pleasure in his arms. Blood flowed south as Naruto ghosted a single breath over Sasuke's hip before pressing his tongue and teeth to the luscious territory. Sasuke bucked, thrusting upwards against the much-needed friction, his hips gyrating towards Naruto's mouth, his hardened length drawing trails of silver across the whiskered scars on the side of Naruto's cheek.
The closer he circled to Sasuke's weeping member, nipping and kissing, the more agitated the Uchiha became until Naruto hovered almost tauntingly over the head of Sasuke's cock, dragging a hot burning gaze down the Uchiha's body. Sasuke moaned; this was sex at its best, this, this pleasurable gaze that was driving him mad with clamorous need. Raven eyes slipped closed as his head turned to the side to expose a line of smooth, creamy neck, his voice moaning a twisted groan, pleading for the sinful satisfaction.
Silvery liquid coated the tip of Sasuke's member, leaking in pearly-white beads down the length of the hardened shaft. Fuck…he was close, so close, and Naruto's own length gave a painful throb at the sight of Sasuke's erection. This was heaven, as he felt, as he saw; Sasuke, shivering sinfully underneath him, withering with pleasure under his heated caresses, his legs spread to reveal the tender virginity between them. A low thrum ran down Naruto's spine as he sank his teeth into the sensitive flesh of Sasuke's inner thigh, sucking and sucking until he produced a mark, a redness that marked the Uchiha as his.
He parted his lips and pressed his tongue to the base of Sasuke's cock. A throttled scream exploded from the Uchiha as a hand reached down, tangling golden locks in its fingers as Sasuke dragged Naruto towards his throbbing, aching manhood. Teeth searched for the slit as Sasuke jerked against his lips, his hand still clawing, still forcing Naruto's mouth down on his length. With an almost sadistic moan, the blonde dragged an incisor across the thick vein under Sasuke's shaft, and then he enveloped it, the hard, hot length, licking bitter liquid off of the tip as he sucked, sucked, sucked….a snarl burst out of the throat above him as Sasuke thrust his hips forwards. It was flesh against flesh now, Naruto sliding his mouth to and fro, to and fro, coating Sasuke's member with slick, sweet saliva, the Uchiha rocking and screaming below him.
He took Sasuke deep in his throat, pressing the hard cock down, down, resisting the gag reflex that threatened to expel the member. The Uchiha twisted, shuddering deliciously, and came with a cry, shooting jets of hot, bittersweet seed down Naruto's throat. The blonde swallowed, his breathing coming in harsh, ragged gulps of air, his own manhood torturously neglected as he milked Sasuke's of every drop. A thin thread of cum spilled from his lips; he wiped it from his mouth, sweeping the finger slowly and deliberately in the line of Sasuke's gaze.
Sasuke swallowed a gasp, his limp erection becoming hard again at the sight of his own seed on Naruto's lips. Through the fog in his mind, he was dimly aware of Naruto discarding the rest of his clothing, licking the string of liquid back into his mouth. He could cum again, would cum again, instantly, at the very sight of Naruto's gorgeous body pressed over his. Seized with desire, he parted his legs, suddenly filled with the need to have the blonde inside of him.
In a move that bordered on cruel, Naruto sent a spark of chakra down into his fingernail, elongating the digit until it curved into a claw. He raked the claw slowly, torturously across the underside of Sasuke's manhood, eliciting a choked sound of pleasure from the Uchiha. Gathering pre-cum across his nail, Naruto slid it down to the entrance nestled behind Sasuke's genitals, probing inwards and earning a gasp as a reward. He drew back and pressed the claw all the way in; Sasuke, sensing the immediate discomfort, hissed and recoiled. Naruto persisted though, sending another finger inwards with the first, his own manhood growing hard at the sight of his fingers disappearing into Sasuke's body.
He began to rock, pumping his fingers in and out of Sasuke's ass, scissoring and delving until the Uchiha was crying, crying out his name, his need, his desire. A third finger joined the two, and Sasuke rocked his hips upwards in time to the rhythm Naruto had established, desperately pleading for more. He tensed as Naruto removed the digits, but then the bliss was back again, oh fuck the bliss was back again as Naruto drove his cock into the Uchiha's heated body. The foreign feeling rushed back, the twinge of discomfort, and Sasuke squirmed, trying to get used to the sensation.
"Shh….shhhh, relax…"
Naruto's voice floated from far above, piercing through the mists and sending warmth to his mind. The blonde began to stir, slowly, sliding and withdrawing, moving his manhood in and out in the lightest of thrust. It was a movement of skin on skin, and Sasuke, in spite of the discomfort, began to feel beginnings of a wave of pleasure. Naruto increased his speed, just a notch, and Sasuke felt his hips jerk upwards of their own volition, his body pleading for a faster pace. Naruto thrust downwards as he arched his back, and the responding collision hit a sweet spot that sent an arching expletive exploding out of his throat. Claws dug into his skin as Naruto clasped his hips from behind, shoving the Uchiha into him as he ground himself deeper into his body.
"Fuck….oh fuck…Sasuke…goddammit, Sasuke…" Naruto's breath came in harsh pants as he rose up on his knees, thrusting deeper inside of Sasuke's glorious body.
It was hot and wet and fast, flesh on flesh, hips on hips. Naruto withdrew and plunged at an angle, hitting a cluster of nerves; Sasuke expelled a harsh cry and rocked as the blonde on top of him reached around and pumped his cock in rhythm with his thrusts, his fingers wet with liquid. Slickness, sweat and cum, mixed as the two slid against each other on the bed, and with a final thrust, Naruto came, emptying himself deep into Sasuke's body, the hot fluid bringing Sasuke's own orgasm so that it spilled jets of white cum onto his own stomach, onto Naruto, onto the sheets that surrounded them and it was beautiful.
It was a moment that Naruto truly believed Sasuke did care for him, though he knew that the seductive thought was nothing but a delusion. Sex was merely a way to repay Sasuke in a form of gratitude as well as satisfying his own carnal needs, and even then Naruto was completely sure that the Uchiha wouldn't remember it in the morning. The drug would cover all excuses, for Sasuke, though enjoying it in spite of himself, technically wasn't a willing partner. Any displays of emotion that had taken place would be soon forgotten, and in the morning he'd be back to his cold, disdainful demeanor.
It wasn't until much later, however, that, with a last, passionate kiss that left a burn on the lips underneath him, Naruto unstuck his thigh from Sasuke's and gently leapt out the open window.
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He walked through the labyrinth of streets, winding almost aimlessly around the many alleyways and roads as a light, midnight breeze blew its way across the village. A street lined with tea-houses appeared as he rounded a corner; he felt a wave of nostalgia as he passed them by. It was under the Sakura trees, so long ago, that he, Sasuke, and Sakura had formulated a ridiculous idea of getting under Kakashi's mask. The Ichiraku ramen booth caught at the corner of his vision, and the slightest of hitches appeared in his step (he could almost feel his mouth water) before he turned down a path, an older, wider path that led, in an almost perfectly straight line, to the large, double gates at Konoha's border.
A seal flickered across his fingers and Naruto slid to the ground, dissolving into a thin, almost transparent shadow. It would be wise to take precautions, and he had long since learned from many painful experiences.
He fully expected Konoha's gates to be guarded, so it rather surprised him when the imposing structures were completely abandoned. The guard had probably gotten tired or, understandably, bored, and would have retired early to a warm bed and loved ones. This thought running rampant in his mind, Naruto gave his seal a tweak and solidified to his normal form, shaking finely-gilded hair from the path of his vision. A fresh, fall breeze drifted across his nostrils as Naruto, more than ready to begin his new life, stepped across the threshold and began to melt into the forest…
"Where are you going, so late at night?"
He whirled and instantly cursed himself for failing to observe the now obvious figure. Hyuuga Neji sat atop the gated structure, cosmopolitan features elegantly arranged in an exquisitely bland expression. Gone was the billowed, white yukata the Hyuuga normally wore; now a black turtleneck accentuated the paleness of his skin, clinging to a figure that poured into coal-black pants which hit him mid-calf. His hair was unbound, and spilled over his shoulders like an exotic, midnight waterfall.
"Where I go and what I do; what does it matter to you?" Naruto managed to conceal his tension behind a curtain of feigned calm. Neji, unconvinced, leapt catlike from the gates and landed just feet from the blonde. He straightened, topping Naruto by a good three inches.
"No approval from Tsunade-sama as to where you shall be off to, I see." The Hyuuga remarked, sliding a bloodline-charged glance over Naruto's body.
"You're such a stickler for rules, Neji." Naruto shot back. It was silly, he told himself, but Neji's glance left him feeling oddly exposed.
"I'm not preventing you from leaving," Neji murmured in his usual, smooth baritone. "Can you not blame me for feeling the least bit of curiosity?"
"Yeah, well you're in my way." The agitated scowl now full on his face, Naruto tried to sidestep, only to be caught by a long-fingered hand. "Don't make me hurt you, Hyuuga."
"You would've done it by now if you had the intention." It was really very frustrating, how astute the Hyuuga could be; Naruto grit his teeth and let his wrist go limp. Neji obligingly released him, and he turned away.
"How many times will you get yourself killed, all in the name of making yourself stronger?" There was a low chord of unshed emotion in the Hyuuga's voice. Neji had a strange look in his eyes, eyes that, for a split second, became twin glittering vestibules into his true intentions. Then the moment was gone; Naruto shivered and broke the gaze, suddenly feeling incredibly vulnerable.
"I have not forgotten our first Chuunin exam, Naruto." His voice stroked the air like a cat, though an edge lined the words that seemed to shoot straight to the blonde's heart.
Silent, Naruto began to walk into the forest, though he found that a peculiar weight had settled into his stomach. Neji's voice, his unexpected appearance, had strangely unnerved the blonde, sending alien thoughts to wreck havoc upon his mind. The Hyuuga's unusual behavior almost convinced him to turn back; far from his usual rigid, aristocratic self, tonight Neji seemed almost fragile (almost human), as though there was glass inside of him that could shatter with the slightest word.
Whispering under his breath, he brought his hand level to his face, watching as the inky-black substance swirled sluggishly over his skin. Tendrils of black had begun to creep up his arm, reaching up as far as his elbow, and suddenly he remembered all over again the encounter with the Kyuubi and its gift, this substance that sang the promise of unbound, untouched territory. Determination fortified, the blonde turned and gave himself to the shadows of the forest, watching as the last vestiges of his village disappeared into the night.