He was'nt a foolish man.

He was'nt even a stupid man.

He had been right when he had thought that things in the cabin had looked like a trap. And it had been. Naru had set a trap for him, and she had caught him. He should have been angry about the way she had manipulated him. He should have been enraged. He would had every right to be angry, to be enraged about the way she had effectively cut off his escape from her, from what he had done to her. Should have been angry about the outcome of her going into heat, about the young he knew she would bear him.

And he had been earlier, just for a little while. But his anger had quickly died down to smoldering embers as Naru's heat had progressed and he had realised just how much she needed him. He had taken her in every position he could think of, taking his time with her, making her writhe and beg for him. His own way of punishing her for trapping him like this.

He leaned over her back, his chest stinging from the deep scratches she had given him across his pec's as he pressed her down until her breasts were flush against the floor, her wrists pinned to the floor as he fucked her from behind. She sobbed and buried her face against the side of his arm as he thrust one last time and bit down gently on the nape of her neck, as he shuttered and came.

She screamed and trembled, the sound was shocked and awed at the same time as her body finally gave out and she fainted. He let go of her wrists and braced his hands on either side of her shoulders and shook as his chest heaved, his heart thudding in his chest, his body exhausted and sore as he pulled out of her and dropped his body onto the cold floor next to her.

Dear god, he wasn't sure if he could stand much more of this. He felt as if he and the world around him would go up in flames if this continued. He stared up at the ceiling for a second as his vision blurred and reached out blindly and slipped an arm under Naru's shoulders and dragged her back against his side and then turned so that his body was curled around her own, his tail curled around her own, making him smile, as his consciousness faded in and out for a second.

He buried his nose in her hair, his lips against her nape and breathed deep. She smelled like him. Like musk and honeysuckles and lilac. Like the new life resting inside of her. He tightened his arms around her body and let himself drift off, needing the sleep just as much as she did.

When he woke up her heat would be over and he would need to feed her and keep watch so that she could rest and recover her stength. Then he would find out why she forced herself to go into heat earlier than expected in order to trap him.

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He slept for two whole days-and felt considerably better after the rest, considering that he had been up for four days and nights taking care of his mate. He stirred from his sleep, his head resting on Naru's back, her body turned so that she was laying on her stomach on top of one of his hands. Her whitish, pink, and green tinted tail curled partially around her waist as he rubbed his face against her soft skin, the fine rough hairs on his face leaving little red marks every where they touched as he carefully pulled his trapped hand free and sat up.

He looked around and lifted his nose in the air, he could smell people off in the distance, somewhere outside of the cabin and bared his fangs.

The Hokage had said that they would have a month before they had to return to the village, so there should be no reason for people to be on their way to the cabin. He looked down at his mate and frowned, unless the council had come up with some way to get around the Hokage and ordered Naru to be brought before them for some reason. Something that wasn't entirely impossible.

He leaned over her and slipped his arms under her shoulders and the other under her legs and lifted. He needed to get her to the bedroom and set up a barrier or she might be taken from him by force.

A low feral sound rumbled in his chest, whatever reason the strangers were coming to his little cabin paradise, he'd make sure that they didn't leave intact. They wouldn't even get with in breathing distance of his mate. He'd make sure of it.

He carried her down the hall way and laid her on the bed and quickly moved around the room, grabbing whatever scrolls, seals tags, paper bombs, and some clothes. He pulled on a pair of capri pants and fastened them then grabbed his face mask and pulled it on, pulling the hem down to the top of his collar and reached for his head band and stopped. he wasn't sure what rank the strangers were, but he could already tell from the quiet way they moved that they were shinobi, so taking his head band would be pointless.

He was known as one of the most serious, most vicious, and cunning killers the leaf village had ever produced. He frightened people, terrified them with just a look. He saw no point in hiding himself away completely. He would meet the nins face to face, as the killer, the animal, the man with something to protect. He wouldn't lose.

Losing was unacceptable.