Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or anything associated with Naruto. I do own Arashi though.
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Lust.
Sweet, blissful, intoxicating heat.
All-consuming desire and longing.
Never-ending love.
All present in the pair of possessive, protective, and gorgeous arctic blue eyes that stared directly into his own. Arashi could barely hold in the feral moan that rose in his throat as he arched his back, tilted his neck, and spread his legs apart to accommodate the owner of those eyes.
The seer could feel the smooth golden skin rubbing against his own, the delicious weight of the male above him pressing down on his own, and the golden hair of his partner cascading over broad shoulders shielding them both from the outside world as they gazed deeply into each other's eyes. Almost nothing felt more right than to have this male cradled between his thighs, to have this male pinning him down like he owned Arashi, to have those arctic blue eyes tell him he belonged to the other male.
Arashi ached to have that long, thick cock he could feel resting against his thigh inside him, to have that cock and those fangs sinking inside him. To be marked and claimed be the male who was currently dominating his body. He could almost feeling himself opening up to the other's welcome invasion.
Most of all his soul called out to be joined with the soul of the golden-haired male holding him so possessively, so protectively.
This male was the one his soul had longed and searched for, for so long when he had been younger that he had given up hope of ever finding him. He had found hope elsewhere.
But just as their lips barely brushed everything around them dissolved into nothingness.
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Arashi woke up aroused and angry at being awoken and despairing.
He had been so close, so very, very close. He had had his fated, his fated mate, cradled between his thighs about to mark and claim him and he had been woken up before they could. And if they had been allowed to continue uninterrupted they would have been mated regardless of them being on the Astral Plane when it happened.
While rare it was possible to find, claim, and mark your mate on the Astral Plane for the simple reason that whatever happens to your soul in the Astral Plane happens to your body in whatever plane or dimension it is in.
It wasn't fair.
He had had his heart and soul's fated desire, in his arms and his golden one had been taken away because something had awoken him. If he had still been able to cry Arashi would have shed tears at his loss. It was unlikely the seer would get a second chance to find his fated mate again on the Astral Plane, if only because it was such a vast place and the chances that his destined mate would be there in the same section at the same time as him was slim to none. It would more than likely never happen again because they were not bonded to each other yet.
If his golden mate had at least marked him by either coming inside him or biting his neck and thus laying some sort of claim they would be able to find each other again. But they hadn't had the chance.
Whatever had woken Arashi up was either going to die or be beaten within an inch of its life.
Having the hope to find him that had been reblossoming inside him be brutally ripped apart had crushed any feelings of mercy Arashi might have been inclined to have in normal circumstances.
You don't come between mates.
Unless you have a death wish.
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Naruto wasn't sure what to make of his white-haired brother's sudden shift in temper. All of them had felt the killing intent that had engulfed the compound early that morning. All of them had also seen the state of the clay messenger bird that had landed at Arashi's window. And by state Naruto meant barely a smear on the sand.
The mate of the Kazekage was almost afraid to ask what was making his usually stoic and controlled brother become so uncharacteristically volatile. He, Gaara, and the visiting Jiraiya were cautiously watching Arashi as the seer made all of them tea in kitchen from the relative safety of the table.
Whatever had upset him had to have been bad. And Naruto had a feeling it wasn't the message Deidara had doubtlessly sent the silver-eyed shinobi that had him so upset.
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Arashi's bad mood persisted for the rest of the day before it abruptly disappeared. But that was only because he ruthlessly blocked off his disappointment and longing and the pitiful shreds of hope he still had. Those emotions did him no good right now so he pushed them away.
He wished… oh how he wished for the blessed comfort of his lov-…
He had other far more pressing concerns that needed his attention right now. The conference was looming ever closer and still he, Jiraiya, and Naruto hadn't been able to glean any valuable or concrete information on what Orochimaru planned through their spy-networks.
It had been beyond frustrating to have that slippery pedophile move just beyond their reach every time they had thought they had a lead on the information they wanted. Even after enlisting the aid of Zetsu they still had come up with nothing.
The filthy pedophilic bastard was really keeping all of his plans held close to the chest so to speak. Sure they had all discovered more perversions to be added to the list of vile things perpetrated by the worthless piece of shit but not even a whisper of what he planned to do at the conference in Ame no Kuni.
It was making every danger instinct Arashi had go off like crazy.
But he really had no choice but to go and attend the conference. There was absolutely no way he was letting Gaara and Naruto go to that conference without him there to watch their backs. And he knew Temari and Kankuro felt the same way. Which was why Chiyo, Ebizou, and Baki were being put in charge Sunagakure no Sato while the rest of the Sabaku Clan, including Sasori and Deidara, were going to be at the conference.
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Gaara carefully observed his mate and their white-haired brother as the two of them looked over a scroll Arashi had brought home with him from his last journey. Well more like his last wandering, even if those wanderings of his had a purpose. The Kazekage swore the seer had wanderlust as strong as his equally white-haired father's. And when one considers just how much wandering Jiraiya does that makes one realize that the wanderlust is indeed strong.
After that minor, well minor for a Jinchuuriki that is, loss of control several months ago Arashi had been even more stoic and silent. In fact, the silver-eyed seer rarely spoke to anyone outside the Clan when in Sunagakure at all.
None of them had brought up the subject because Naruto hadn't. If Naruto, who had known Arashi the longest and had some of the best people-reading skills, thought it prudent to let the event pass unremarked upon then they would all follow his lead. They all knew well enough not to provoke a seemingly calm Jinchuuriki.
But that didn't stop any of them from wondering what exactly had upset Arashi enough to make him lash out like he had or make him so volatile when he was usually so calm.
Still no one broached the subject. It seemed wisest not to.
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If Arashi had not known his precious people were just concerned he would have begun to wonder if they thought him blind to their curious and concerned gazes. He could not say he blamed them for the looks in the slightest. His destroying Deidara's clay messenger bird had been very out of character of him, especially when there was seemingly no logical reason for the destruction of it.
Of course logic really had not played any sort of role in his thought processes when he had made the little messenger a smear in the sand. He had just had too many conflicting and swirling emotions coursing through him at the time to let something like logic or reason be in control. The loss of a chance to become one with his other half had been a harsh blow, a blow he had still not recovered from.
In fact, it took quite a bit of his training and self-control to keep himself as in-control as he was at the moment. The whole process was really rather draining really but he had not had the chance to take out his frustrations on some scum that deserved it. Arashi desperately needed to release his very pent up emotions.
However it looked to be very unlikely that he would get the chance to anytime soon with the conference in Ame no Kuni just two weeks away. The ominous feeling he had and his danger senses running on full alert weren't helping at all.
Arashi wanted loving arms wrapped around him along with soft lips and teasing hands. He also wanted his fated mate. And after feeling his mate's soul pressed so intimately against his own it was his golden other half's touch that he craved along side his already heated longings.
And it made him burn and ache inside to know that it would probably be far too long before he was gifted with what he desired. It was pure torture to know just how unlikely it was that he would ever meet his mate again, much less obtain all that he needed and wanted anytime soon.
Meeting on the Astral Plane implied that his mate was in or from another dimension. And Arashi was very much needed in this dimension. He would not abandon any of his precious people, especially his most precious person, when such dark times looked to be ahead of them.
Not even for his happiness and the completion of his soul.
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Jiraiya watched his son with a thoughtful look in his eyes. He thought he had an inkling as to where exactly he had heard his son described to him. Or perhaps who exactly had described his son to him would be more accurate.
He couldn't help but think that the two would make a very striking couple and wonderful mates. In fact the two would be perfect for each other, just as Fate made them to be. But one of the destined pair was seemingly trapped elsewhere and they had not come up with a way to free him from the place he was stuck.
Just the thought of their situation broke Jiraiya's heart. But he didn't let that thought get him down for long. He and Naruto would figure out a way for everything to work out. Even if Jiraiya was more than sure that Naruto had not even the slightest clue. Not that that surprised the Gama Sennin. Arashi probably hadn't told anyone. Jiraiya only knew because well technically someone else had technically told him and he had put the pieces together to get most of the picture.
Their situation did make for a good story though, especially if he added his own special touch.
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'Soon everything will be as it should be. Soon all the pawns will be in their places and I shall have what I rightfully deserve,' the Hebi Sannin thought within the confines of his absolutely sick mind.
Kabuto watched from the shadows as Orochimaru brooded and schemed and cackled like the madman he was.
It looked like it was time to his report. The Shodai Otokage was going to try to move against the medic's true lord and that just could not be allowed to happen. Soon those from Mori no Kuni would show Orochimaru just who they owed their allegiance to. For no matter what the snake bastard thought, many of his seemingly most devoted servants did not really serve him at all.
Those of Mori no Kuni and of Takumi no Sato blood remembered the one who had freed them and led them to freedom. None would forget and that was why they willingly put themselves in the snake's reach. To protect the one they called their lord. Even if that lord had not as of yet accepted their service.
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Mori no Kuni - Forest Country
Takumi no Sato - Hidden Craftsman Village