Author's Note: ๐ญ๐ด, M/M, Mpreg, Mates, Limes & Lemons later on, so be forewarned
๐ผ๐ก๐จ๐ค, ๐ฉ๐๐๐จ ๐จ๐ฉ๐ค๐ง๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐๐ก๐ก ๐๐ ๐ฉ๐ค๐ก๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ง๐ค๐ช๐๐ ๐๐๐จ๐ช๐ ๐'๐จ ๐๐๐
As soon as our eyes met, Naruto beamed at me while lying on his stomach. The connection we had earlier was quickly interrupted.
"Oy looks like the jig is up." He said with an infectious laugh.
"How can you be so damn calm," though automatic my tone was condescending, I instantly followed that with a soft, "sorry."
"I'm happy to be spending time with you. All the other times were in short bursts."
"If you can call that spending time." It was more like fighting, chasing, and grinding. I moved over to his bed having a seat next to him.
My head was still reeling from the idea of just how far I was willing to go with him, but that was cut short by that damn shaggy-haired bastard, "You and that Kiba guy are pretty close..." I felt my hand clenched into a fist.
He made a Mhm sound.
"We grew up together. It has always been Kiba, Gaara, Deidara, and I... I thought I felt something for Kiba once but that was not the case." He chuckled a coy look passing across his face.
"Oh?" That was all I could say. That answered my question. However, I couldn't help but wonder if his other friends felt the same way about him. That negative voice in my head returned. Why did I even care? The anger I felt inside was unnatural. For all I knew, they were just waiting for me to mess up to slide in.
"It's never too late to reject his proposal." Once again I heard that annoying voice ringing in my head.
All of it made my chest feel hot as I realized what this was... I was jealous. Jealous of the fact that his friends knew more about him than me his own fiancรฉ.
I tried to rationalize that Naruto wasn't anything special, despite him being a demon fox, and if this was a few days ago, I'd have considered myself a typical heterosexual male, give or take some mental issues thrown in there, but let's face it, no one was ever 100 percent.
I watched as he rolled onto his back, his head resting on his laced fingers. Those deep blues stared at the ceiling as his mouth pressed into a thin line. I could tell something was bothering him, but he was trying to hide it.
"We should-" He paused and I watched as his ear pointed towards the room door before there was another loud knock. Naruto quickly sat up as his room door creek opened.
It was Jiraiya. As soon as he stepped through the threshold, he smirked at the two of us. His head shook with amusement. "Hey cub, your grandfather wants to speak with you."
He sighed, "Fine, lemme dressed first!" He gave a dramatic huff rolling his eyes but started to make his way off the bed.
"I'll be right outside." Jiraiya looked at me before shaking his head and laughing as he closed the door behind him.
At the same time, Naruto was slipping on his jumpsuit, he turned to me. "Whatever happens tonight remember we are a mated pair." He whispered while securing his sandals. I nodded. There was foreboding in his words. The only thing I could hope for was that there wouldn't be a human sacrifice.
"Alright, old man! I'm ready!" He called. The bedroom door cracked open, and Jiraiya had poked his head in. "Alright let's go. Oh! And I will send someone to deliver your ceremonial robes to this room for ya cub." He winked and burst into laughter. It was so unexpected, so different from the other laughter I had heard that day. It was as if the laugh had an underlying message that I couldn't quite put my finger on. Whatever it was, it left me feeling uneasy and unsettled. I watched as they both left. This gave me time to reconsider my decision. I admit the blonde had ways of opening up any walls I built.
I was standing in the room clad in only my underwear when I decided to take a walk around. I noticed a shelf with knickknacks on it and went to take a closer look. That's when I saw a familiar symbol on the second shelf. It was the Uchiha family fan, painted in its signature red and white.
I wondered when and where he had seen my clan's fan, as I had only ever worn ANBU clothes and a suit when we met, neither of which had my clan's fan on them. As I pondered this, there was a knock at the door and I quickly put the drawing back on the shelf.
I turned around to see a young woman who had just entered the room. She appeared to be a demon with jet-black hair styled in a high ponytail, and she was holding what I assumed to be my new robes. We made eye contact, and she let out a loud gasp. As she walked into the room, her face turned towards me.
Without saying another word, she quickly placed the black and white robe by the door and shut it behind her. I glanced down realizing why she was acting weird I forgot about my lack of clothing. It was too late now to frit.
Everything felt sticky it could have been from the fight or the other thing, but I scanned the room with my eyes and landed on a small bath bucket and a wooden oke sitting in the corner of the room. After the fight, the way I felt and the other things made it easier to trust the water to be clean. I crunched down in front of the bucket, grabbed the bar of soap, began to wash my face, and removed the dried blood from my arm. My cut was gone.
As I entered the dining hall, I felt a lump in my throat. The dining hall was massive, with enough room to accommodate every demon in the village, and it was packed with what seemed like every demon in the village. The sound of chatter filled the room, and it was overwhelming. Subconsciously, I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and stepped forward. Upon entering, I could feel my eyes scanning the room for that familiar mop of blonde hair. Later that night, the same demon who dropped off my clothes came to fetch me and take me to the celebrations. She said nothing which unnerved me the silence between us. I did not know what to expect, but it looked like any normal celebration.
"Sasuke!" I heard that familiar excited tone. As he waved his arm from side to side in an attempt to get my attention, I saw him standing there in the center he wore a burgundy and gold kimono. His smile was bright, and his eyes were twinkling. He looked genuinely excited to see me.
I had no time to make it to him. He was already on the route to greet me.
"I hope you weren't too bored without me." He said a smile still plastered on his face.
"I managed. Is everything alright? You seem to be in better spirits." I felt my face soften. I found myself not minding the attention I was receiving. He had a way to make me feel... relaxed.
He nodded, "Gramps said tonight he's given us his blessing." He whispered.
As I felt my body jerk back, I realized that I was truly taken aback by this which was a rare occurrence for me. Tonight, I was fully prepared for rejection. I had even convinced myself that Kurama was going to reject the proposal and I would end up as the main course. However, Naruto's strategy might have worked in our favor. If we managed to convince Kurama to change his mind, he may have been able to overlook his suspicions about me
"C'mon you can have a seat next to me," He took hold of my hand as he pulled me to the large rectangle table that was pulled to the back of the room. I noticed the two empty seats next to my future grandfather-in-law as he had a seat at the only horizontal table while the other two tables met at each end in a perpendicular line. I figured the setup was so that everybody could get a good look at the three of us. All the others followed his lead taking their seats.
"Let's hurry, we are seated next to Gramps." Just great...I'm close enough to be killed. I thought as we made our way to the horizontal table, we were the last to be seated. I could feel the eye rolls. As we took our seats Naruto's sat on Kurama's right and I sat next to Naruto. Once we took our seats the demons began to chat amongst themselves.
Naruto chose then to lean in to whisper in my ear. "I must warn ya... The food that's served tonight is a traditional Kitsune meal we don't have often only for special occasions. You don't have to eat it. You just got to look like you're eating it."
It made me wonder if he told me this because he assumed I would be disgusted by their food.
"You need not worry about me..." I was not the squeamish type by any means.
I notice him trying to hold back his amusement, "Fine! Don't say I didn't warn ya." Did he have no faith in me?
"Is it going to be that terrible?" Before I knew it, I was returning his smile. I was up for a challenge.
"You'll see..." He teased.
"Now you piqued my interest! You can't just deliver a foreboding message like that and not tell me. Is it, insects, lizard eggs, or is it something better like human flesh?"
He chuckled to himself, but quickly dismissed the idea saying, "No, nothing like that." The fact that I was able to amuse him was exhilarating. I couldn't decide if he intentionally brushed his arm against mine or if he was unaware of it. So, I moved a little closer, causing our arms to touch. "Oops, sorry," I said, pretending to be clumsy. It made him smile and look away.
Just then, the room fell silent as the servers walked in carrying silver platters covered with lids, revealing a mysterious meal. They navigated through the crowded room and placed the platters on the decorated tables. I waited eagerly to see what was inside, but as the server lifted the lid, I was met with a surprise. Instead of steam rising from the platter. What I saw was a pile of what looked like small hearts and livers. It was not what I had expected at all.
I looked back at him. He knew what I was thinking. "It's not baby hearts..." He paused before speaking again. "It's rabbit."
As everyone filled their plates with the mystery meat, none of them dared to eat it. All eyes turned to Kurama, waiting for him to do something. He rose from his seat and picked up a wooden chalice adorned with carvings of dancing foxes. With elegance, he lifted the cup towards the heavens and glanced at us before speaking. His powerful voice filled the entire room.
"We have all waited patiently for this day, and now we can finally celebrate. We have witnessed my grandson grow from a mischievous cub into an amazing demon, and now he has found a true companion to share his life with. It is an honor to welcome Sasuke into our family, and I believe he was brought here for a reason. Let's raise our glasses and toast to their union!"
Kurama was the first to take a sip from the cup, then he passed it on to Naruto, who took the second sip. He then passed it on to me. Our fingers briefly touched as I took the cup. As soon as I brought it to my lips, the strong scent of copper hit my nostrils - it was blood. I knew everyone in the room was watching me. Despite all the talking I had done, I wasn't about to back out now.
Despite my mouth going dry at the thought of drinking blood, I took a sip. My stomach wanted nothing more than to get rid of the metallic taste as soon as the liquid touched my tongue. Holding back the feeling of retch I leaned forward offering the chalice to a pair of eager hands. I watched in mute curiosity as they passed the chalice along, each taking a sip. Their closeness was something to admire in that family dynamic.
After the chalice was empty and everybody had a taste, they began to feast.
I stared at my plate while coping with both Naruto and his grandfather. They started to pile the organs on their plate. Damn, there wasn't even salt or pepper something to help make it more palatable. I grabbed one of the hearts with my chopsticks bringing it to my mouth. Before eating it, I unconsciously swallowed and tossed it into the air, then put it in my mouth.
It wasn't what I expectedโฆ it wasn't bad persay... It might have tasted better cooked, but as of now, I could stomach it.
Naruto looked shocked as I ate another raw rabbit heart. Despite my boasting, I enjoyed just how impressed he looked. He made me feel like we were the only two in this room.
I watched as he caught her lower lip between his teeth and playfully bumped his shoulders against my side. He was pleased. Give or take I did not eat as much as they did. I was proud that I could stomach three hearts and two livers, without projectile vomiting all over my fiance and his grandfather.
"You're one of us now... You drank the poison." He joked, but as I glanced around the room at all the demons there to celebrate us. I couldn't help but feel a mix of belonging and unease, torn between two worlds. Would they be this welcoming if they knew I was human?
All of it felt right, the dinner, the Kitsune, and this moment. I didn't feel like an outsider it felt right, but it shouldn't have I was no Kitsune. However, here I was experiencing a sense of perfect harmony that made everything else seem irrelevant, something I didn't think was possible.
We didn't even make it to the room before Naruto grabbed the front of my kimono pushing it against a nearby wall. His smaller frame pressed against mine as our breath echoed throughout the empty hallway. I watched as he stood on his tiptoes.
I felt the warmth emitting from his body creating electricity in the air. I could feel my heart racing and my skin tingling as I looked into his eyes and leaned in. His lips were soft and inviting as we shared a passionate kiss. I mentally noted that this was my first kiss. The unconscious one didn't count I'd admit I did that to spite his little friend.
I felt a hand skim down my navel, its touch sending a shiver down my spine. With a teasing motion, it moved toward my pelvis, gently rubbing the sensitive area between my legs. The intensity of our kiss increased, deepening the connection between us. Every sensation heightened as if the world around us had faded away, leaving only electricity between our bodies. The touch of his hand, combined with the passionate kiss, created a moment of undeniable longing.
The sensations were overwhelming as his hand slipped through the elastic of my underwear making contact with the sensitive skin beneath, causing me to release a shaky breath. His lips found their way to my lower lip, gently sucking on it, coaxing a response from me, as if the world around us faded away and all that mattered was the connection we shared in that moment.
Amid a passionate embrace, our bodies pressed together, and my hands instinctively found their way to the nook of his back, pulling him closer. The moment's intensity was delicious as our tongues met, entwined in a passionate dance, exploring each other's desires. As the heat between us continued to build, a surge of pleasure coursed through my body, amplified by his touch. The blonde, with a gentle yet firm grip, began to stroke my shaft through the soft fabric of my robe. Every movement sent waves of pleasure coursing through me, igniting a fire within. The sensations were overwhelming, a symphony of desire and pleasure that consumed every thought. At that moment, there was nothing else in the world but the intoxicating connection we shared, the forbidden pleasure that pulsed through our veins.
"Naruto-" I tried to say, It was a weak attempt to warn him that we were still in the hallway, but I was dumbfounded when his hand cloaked around my penis started to increase. Amid the sensation, I realized that my hands were hovering over his waist. My hands instinctively moved to his buttock, squeezing and kneading his flesh it was a good stress reliever. By now his kimono hung loosely from his shoulder pooling at his elbows. The sight of his neck had a hunger seethe within me causing me to break from the kiss and latch onto his neck like a thirsty vampire.
We were moving now but still attached while trying to reach Naruto's bedroom. This proved to be harder than first anticipated we refused to separate.
we were joined together like bees to honey. At this rate, we would never make it, so I had to improvise with my hands still on his cheeks. I felt the muscles of my arms bulge as I started to lift him.
"Whoa!" He cried releasing my member and swiftly swaddling my shoulders with his arms.
My hand slipped underneath his legs to help support his weight as his legs wrapped around my waist.
"That's better," I whispered.
This next chapter will be in Naruto's POV and it's going to be graphic