Kurama finds out what's wrong with him. He also gets a surprise. Sasuke gets to hang out with Naruto. Madara has some fun.
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MASSIVE TRIGGER WARNING FOR THIS CHAPTER.
The trigger warning doesn't really take effect until Sasuke and Naruto. So yeah, be aware of that.
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Chapter TextKurama stared the medic-nin down as green glowing hands moved over his body, looking for issues or damage. "Well?" He huffed impatiently.
"It's fascinating. Your body appears to be an adult, but everything about it reads new like an infant." The medic looked at Kurama. "How old are you?"
Catching himself before he said centuries old he cleared his throat. He thought back to the mirror in Uzushio and he looked younger than Naruto before they traveled. So that put him under 30. Thinking back to everyone he'd ever seen in Konoha, particularly the jounin, he came to the conclusion that he was likely anywhere between 23 and 27.
"I'm 25." It was a good enough guess, right? The medic seemed to believe him as he nodded. Kurama let out a slight sigh of relief. "So...what does that mean? My body reading like an infant?"
"Well.." The medic straightened, looking over Kurama's body. "If what you told me about your activities a week ago are true..." He lifted a brow, wondering if any shinobi was capable of running over a 100 miles in a single day at full speed. "It means that your legs and body should show signs of distress. There should be tears in your muscles, and due to your age, there should be evidence to confirm that you're 25. Instead, everything is like new. There are no tears, no strains, it's like your body has been resetting itself since birth but allowing you to grow regardless."
Kurama stared at the medic with a blank expression. So what this human was saying was that Hagoromo created a new body for Kurama as he traveled back in time?! This form wasn't always available to him?! What the HELL dad!? His eyes dropped to his legs, he needed proper training. He needed to actually break his body in like a new pair of fucking shoes! His right eye twitched as a sweatdrop trailed down his temple.
"So...why can't I walk?" He lifted a brow expectantly.
"Ah...I think your body has been healing itself, resetting itself if you will, to before you decided to run from an outlying island to Otafuku. It didn't help that you continued to overtax your body by forcing your chakra to carry you through a fight with six men and then walk you into Otafuku." He looked at the Kyuubi like he was scolding a child. If only the medic knew he was lecturing the strongest bijuu, he'd likely crap himself.
Kurama grumbled under his breath. "Can you fix it? You said my body was healing itself. It's been a week. Why the fuck isn't it better?"
"Cause you keep pushing yourself." Piped up Akihiro. Akihiko punched his shoulder.
The medic glanced at the twins, trailing his gaze back to Kurama. "Have you actually rested since you arrived at their house?"
"No." Akihiro spoke again, receiving another punch but to his head this time.
Growling Kurama glared at Akihiro. "Yes, I have! They practically carry me everywhere."
"I see." The medic sighed. He knew shinobi were impossible to keep on best rest. He had dealt with shinobi before. "Okay, I'll see what I can do to get your chakra coils and body to align better. Help it become more efficient. Because, to be honest, it looks like someone tried to shove massive chakra coils into your too small of a body. Your coils remind me of..." He trailed off, his eyes widening. "Boys, can you leave us alone for a moment? I need to speak with Kurama privately."
Oh fuck... he figured it out. Kurama eyed the medic warily. He could kill the man if he absolutely had to. He didn't want to, because he was helping Akihiko out. And Kurama was rather fond of him.
The twins looked at each other, then Kurama, then the medic. "O-kay.." Akihiko stood up, pulling his brother with me. "Scream if you need me." He shoved Akihiro out of the bedroom, closing the door behind them.
"You're a Jinchuuriki, aren't you?" Well, that was straight to the fucking point. He wasn't wrong, but he wasn't right either.
"Uhh..." He looked down. It would be an excellent excuse for why he was so...crazy strong and maybe it'd help explain away the condition of his body? Fuck it. "Ye-yeah. You're not... going to tell anyone, are you?"
The medic released a breath he hadn't been aware he'd been holding. He sank into the chair by the bed. "Did you recently get the bijuu sealed within you?"
Kurama shifted, taking the opening for what it was, and nodded. "Yes, is that...why my body isn't working right?"
"I believe so. I've never treated a Jinchuuriki before, but I have met other medics who have. And your chakra coils look and feel like a bijuu's." The medic took a breath. "From what I've been told, you should have another chakra signature in you. And you do, but it's so faint I thought it was leftover chakra from something else."
Naruto was that faint inside of him? What did that mean for his kit? He frowned. "So...that means...what? We...merged?"
"In a manner of speaking, yes." The medic rubbed his chin. "Shinobi's chakra is usually blue, though I have seen some that were green or even red on rare occurrences. Your's...is a blackish purple. I've never seen anything like it. It looks like your chakra was originally blue but was forced to merge with the bijuu's corrosive chakra, which was probably red, forming this new chakra." His brow knit. "I don't think you and the bijuu could ever be separated at this point. You are, essentially, one and the same."
Kurama sucked in a breath. He merged with Naruto? Then why was he outside of Naruto!? Why couldn't they talk!? Why did he end up in Uzushio!? What did this mean for Naruto?! Was he sick!? Was he...was he dying!? Panic spiked through Kurama and he lunged forward, grabbing the medic by the front of his shirt. "Fix me. Fix me now." He growled. "I have to get to Konoha. I can't stay here any longer."
The medic 'eeped' when he was grabbed, looking wide-eyed in the swirling crimson of Kurama's eyes. "O-of course... Please lay down." He waited for the fox to release him and lay back before he attempted to move.
Laying back Kurama stared at the ceiling while the medic began healing him, soothing his chakra coils. He swallowed a foul taste in his mouth with a grimace. Was that bile? Had he been about to throw up? Was he really that shaken? His fingers curled into the bedsheets he was laying on.
Suddenly his eyes widened as it dawned on him. Madara. Madara was...touching Naruto when they shot back in time. Was that... Was that motherfucker the reason they split? The jutsu, the universe, hell even the Sage couldn't take them back without splitting all three up? Oh no. Kurama felt queasy. Madara must have made the trip back with them. Where was Madara then?
Fear and dread licked along Kurama's skin as he closed his eyes. Madara had forced Kurama to the forefront of Naruto's mind many times. Locking the fox there so he could...play...with him. He snarled, never had someone taken advantage of him like that. He'd never felt so humiliated in his life. Being controlled by Madara or Obito to kill and destroy was one thing. But being forced onto all fours to be taken from behind... He swallowed bile back down. Then there were the times Madara used his Sharingan to make Kurama into the perfect little sex slave. Obeying the mad man's every whim.
If there was one thing that truly terrified the fox, it was Madara. The Sharingan coming in a firm second. Because while the Sharingan could control him and his siblings, it paled in comparison to the insanity that was Madara. And Madara had the Sharingan, making him truly terrifying for the Kyuubi. Madara was like being afraid of fear itself. Even the brave Naruto learned to fear that man on a level that brought him to tears.
"All done." The medic's voice sliced through Kurama's tortured thoughts. "You need to stay in bed until tomorrow morning. Do you understand? If you try to push yourself you'll undo everything I just did for you." His expression was stern.
Kurama flinched guiltily. "Yes, sir." He teased the medic, grinning a little. "I'll stay right here until the morning." He tilted his head. "Though...what do I do when I have to go to the bathroom?" He lifted a brow, that fox like playfulness shimmering in his eyes.
"Have Akihiro carry you to the bathroom." He smirked at Kurama, returning the teasing right back. "He can hold you while Akihiko helps you go." He chuckled.
Kurama sputtered, a blush rising to his cheeks. "You are a disturbed man!"
The medic laughed, patting Kurama's shoulder. "I'll let them know you're on strict bed rest until the morning." He smiled at Kurama. "And don't worry, I won't tell anyone what you are. I've heard how people treat Jinchuuriki's. You're not a monster." He smiled reassuringly at the redhead before stepping out of the room, closing the door quietly behind him.
Staring after the medic Kurama sat there in stunned silence. Granted, the medic didn't know who Kurama was beyond thinking he was a Jinchuuriki. But, even with that information the medic hadn't treat him any differently, was even kind.
Akihiro came in a few minutes later, he grinned. "Want a bath?" He chuckled, winking at Kurama.
Kurama threw his pillow at Akihiro's face. "Pervert." He rolled his eyes. The fox wasn't dumb. He knew Akihiro was attracted to him, and even though the other seemed to be teasing and playful, Kurama could smell the desire on the man. And Kurama was attracted to Akihiro. But Naruto...he had to get to Naruto. He didn't have time to be playing with humans.
Akihiro caught the pillow, peeking over it with puppy eyes. "We could bathe together?" He neared the bed, dropping the pillow in the chair the medic had been sitting in. He leaned over Kurama, causing the redhead to lean back until he was laying back on his elbows. Akihiro's voice dropped into a quiet, deep rumble. "Kurama...take a bath with me..." His eyes flickered down to full lips before lifting to crimson once more. He leaned in, letting his lips brush breathily over Kurama's.
Kurama stiffened as Akihiro moved closer to the bed. He watched every movement cautiously, something was different. He swallowed as Akihiro leaned over him, his breath stuttering in his chest and he leaned back on his elbows, staring up at Akihiro. "Aki-.." He breathed out, his breath ceasing as he felt the warm brush of Akihiro's lips against his. His eyes fluttered. Sucking in a sharp breath he pressed his right hand to Akihiro's chest. "Stop..." He gently pushed the other but he didn't budge.
"Kurama..." He murmured leaning in to press his lips in a soft caress over Kurama's. His left hand resting over the one on his chest. His right hand bracing him on the bed, hovering over Kurama. "Kiss me..."
Crimson eyes widened as he froze, his breath shakily exhaling from him. A bloom of fire spread throughout his body when Akihiro caressed his lips with a kiss. His fingers curled into Akihiro's shirt, his heart thundering in his chest. He'd never felt...anything...like this before. He knew about sex, about lust, how it all worked. He knew how it felt from being in Mito and Kushina. He saw it firsthand from the back of their minds. Before he realized what he was doing he slammed his mouth to Akihiro's, pulling the other down against him from his grip in Akihiro's shirt. He let out a long moan, tilting his head to press into it deeper.
Akihiro instantly met Kurama's kiss in equal intensity, not needing anymore coaxing than being pulled down. He pressed his body fully against Kurama's, his right thigh pressing between the redhead's, rubbing slowly against his groin.
He gasped into the kiss, his arms wrapping around Akihiro's neck, pulling him closer as his hips jerked against the thigh pressing against his quickly growing arousal. Another almost desperate moan slipped free. Kurama curled his fingers into Akihiro's hair, pulling him into the kiss deeper, their teeth clashing now and then as Kurama's tongue pressed eagerly into Akihiro's mouth.
Large hands smoothed up Kurama's sides, exploring the slender torso while they kissed. Akihiro growled as the kiss twisted into this desperate need for connection. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he wondered how long it had been since Kurama had made a connection with someone. Kurama's thighs parted more, letting Akihiro slip between them smoothly, their hips pressed together as Kurama rolled and ground his groin up against Akihiro, mewling into the heated kiss for more.
Akihiro happily complied with Kurama's mewls for more, grinding his own hips down against Kurama's with a low groan. His hands sliding down to Kurama's hips, pinning them to the bed with a soft growl while he controlled the pace of their grounding, slowing it down to a point where it was almost painful, making them shudder with every breath. Kurama's legs wrapped around Akihiro's hips, slightly over his ass, pulling Akihiro harder against himself.
A knock sounded at the door, the two broke apart lightning fast. Akihiro adjusting his clothing and groin as he moved to the door, opening it. "Hiko?" He smiled at his brother. Kurama had slid under the covers of his bed, rolling onto his side to face the door. His lips kiss bruised and his body on fire, a pink flush to his cheeks.
Akihiko blinked, looking past his brother to Kurama, a brow lifting as he looked back at Akihiro. "I thought you were going to help him take a bath? The tub has been filled for almost thirty minutes. Do you need help getting him in there?"
This wasn't relatively awkward at all. Kurama shifted, sitting up. "I was talking to him about what the medic had told me I needed to do and the treatment he gave me." Smooth recovery thanks to the sly fox.
"Oh. Well, I put some more hot water in the tub so it wouldn't be cold. Lunch will be ready in about an hour." Akihiko smiled, looking Kurama over for a moment before nodding and returning to the kitchen.
Akihiro visibly relaxed, closing the door and looking at Kurama with a nervous chuckle. He moved over to the bed, leaning down to scoop Kurama up into his arms bridal style, nuzzling the side of his head. "Let's take our bath. And you just leave everything to me." He grinned, murmuring into Kurama's ear. "You're on bed rest after all."
"Naruto.." Sasuke pulled the blond's attention up from the ground where he was sitting on the swing on the academy grounds.
"Do not freak him out. Stay calm."
"Shut up. I got this. You're distracting me."
Naruto looked up at Sasuke, tilting his head in silent questioning. He had just completed his first day back at school and it had been...interesting. Everything Iruka was teaching Naruto understood. He even raised his hand and answered questions correctly. When he did, the entire class fell silent. Of course, Kiba and Shikamaru, sitting on either side of Naruto, grinned proudly over their little blond.
"Then why aren't you talking? You are just staring at him."
Sasuke blinked a couple times. "I...will you walk home with me?" Sasuke shifted back a step, turning in the direction of the compound.
Naruto gripped the swing rope in front of him, swallowing some. "I-I'm waiting for Kakashi... The council has..hasn't approved me bringing Shiba with me yet... C-cause I'm not like Kiba... I'm not an Inuzuka... I don't ne-need a dog with me all the time."
He gave a confused look. "Naruto... Kakashi had to leave for a mission this morning. Don't you remember? He dropped you off, told you and Iruka he would be back in a few days." He watched the other with worry.
"Get him back to the house. We need him there."
Jerking back Naruto stared at Sasuke as the memory of Kakashi dropping him flooded his mind. He blinked the fog away, blanching. "I'm... I'm alone again...?" His breath hiccuped and he white-knuckled the rope.
A growl echoed in Sasuke's head, he turned his head like he was trying to pop his neck, closing his eyes as he contorted slightly, trying to silence Madara in his mind. "You're not." He swallowed, reaching a hand out to Naruto. "I'm here... You can come stay with me until he's back." He glanced around them, making sure they were alone. He had been watching Naruto sit there for the past two hours.
Unfocused blue eyes blinked several times, refocusing on Sasuke again. Naruto's gaze dropping to the offered hand. If he went with Sasuke now, if he solidified this friendship before they become genin, he could stop Sasuke's entire avenger path. If he rejects Sasuke a second time in this timeline, he could push Sasuke straight into Orochimaru's hands. Sasuke was reaching out to him years before he finally gives in and admits how close they are. How Sasuke was the moon, and Naruto the sun.
He looked the few inches up at the Uchiha. He had to save this boy, his future best friend, his everything but a lover in name. Naruto had always been in love with the dark-haired avenger. But Sasuke grew into a cruel man. He rejected Naruto's love, it didn't stop Sasuke from using Naruto's love to satisfy his own dark, sexual desires. And Naruto's unconditional, obedient, desperate love didn't stop Sasuke from betraying Naruto for one final time.
Naruto remembered that night so vividly he recalled it in perfect clarity. Sasuke had convinced Naruto to leave the war camp for a walk. He said he wanted to talk to Naruto, that had something he needed to tell him but refused to do so within the camp. So Naruto followed him a few miles outside of their small camp. Sasuke had tugged him under one of the last trees standing due to a white Zetsu being killed by Naruto. He had kissed him deeply, enraptured him into the kiss. The next thing Naruto knew he woke up in Madara's cell with a metal collar sealed around his throat and no Sasuke.
"Are you coming Naruto?" Sasuke broke Naruto's thoughts, standing in his open doorway.
Naruto blinked, looking around. When had they gotten to the compound? Had he been that lost in thought? "R-right...Co-coming..." Taking a shaky step forward he stepped onto the wrap around porch and into the house.
"Lock the door!" It growled through Sasuke's mind.
Sasuke tried to twist the voice away again, closing his eyes as his head twitched slightly in his attempt to stretch and pop his neck. "I'm not locking him in."
Madara roared in rage, grabbing Sasuke back by the scruff of his neck. "Insolent little worm!" He stepped forward, swiftly locking the door and turning to look at Naruto.
Naruto was bent over, untying his dark grey ninja combat boots, setting them by the door. He turned, jumping a bit when he saw Sasuke right there, staring at him. "Wh-what?"
Madara licked his bottom lip, shaking his head. "Nothing, just waiting." He smiled. "Are you hungry?"
"LET ME BACK OUT! You're going to scare him!"
Madara wordlessly slammed Sasuke back within their shared mind. Outwardly all Madara did was take Naruto's hand in his, gently tugging the blond into the kitchen. Once inside the kitchen, Sasuke grinned, picking Naruto up and sitting him on the counter. "Now, tell me what you want for dinner and I will make it."
Naruto didn't have a chance to answer Sasuke before he was tugged into the kitchen. He squeaked when he was easily picked up and sat on the kitchen counter. "I.." He blushed brightly, looking down. This was so awkward. Why was Sasuke being so comfortable with him? Sure they got close in the hospital, but Sasuke was... He shook his head. "Surprise me?" He smiled some. "I need to take my medicine too..so.." He shifted, pulling out a small bag that was in his left pocket.
Darkening eyes watched Naruto pull the small bag free. "Can I.." He held his hands out. "..help?" He spoke quietly. "I have been giving you the shots for a while now." He smiled sheepishly. "Then you can help me cook, yes?"
"Eh?" He stared at the outstretched pale hands. "Oh...right... Shusuke..." He laughed awkwardly, slowly letting the small bag rest in Sasuke's hands. "You want...me...to help you cook dinner?"
Taking the bag Madara opened it, getting the syringe ready. He filled it to the dosage, "Why wouldn't I want you to help me? It'll be fun," and while talking to Naruto, added more, just enough to make him more pliant and induce further memory complications. "And I can show you my favorite tomato salad." He lifted the short sleeve, quickly sticking him with the needle and pushing the clear liquid into his veins. He capped it, tossing it in the nearby trash can.
Naruto winced when the needle punctured his arm, it didn't hurt when he did it, always did when someone else did. "That does sound nice." He looked at Sasuke, whispering with an edge of worry and fear. "Why are you being so nice to me...? It's just such..such a 180 from last month..." He began fidgeting, dropping his gaze.
Fingers touched under Naruto's chin, lifting his gaze back up to black eyes. "Like I said in the hospital... I realized how much you mean to me." He licked his lips, looking at Naruto's mouth. Forcing his sight back to beautiful blue. "I don't want to be alone anymore, Naruto..." He murmured, his voice laced with hopefulness.
Naruto's head jerked slightly back in a flinch when Sasuke touched his chin. It was so much like how Madara would force him to look at the bastard. But Sasuke's touch was so gentle and seemingly kind. He looked up at the Uchiha, getting lost those black depths like he had so many times in the years to come. A small breath caught in his throat when Sasuke said he didn't want to be alone anymore.
"Don't you dare, Madara! DON'T. YOU. FUCKING. DARE!"
Madara stepped in closer to Naruto, the lower part of his torso touching Naruto's knees. He ignored Sasuke, "Will...you stay until Kakashi gets back...? For me?" He let the others chin go, his hand dropping away. "Just this once?" He forced himself to claim Naruto's mouth in a vicious kiss like he so deeply wanted to.
"I..." Naruto bit his bottom lip, worrying at it as he nodded. "I'll stay..." He smiled softly, touching Sasuke's arm.
Almost launching forward to hug the blond he stopped himself. Success! He'll stay with me... I wonder if I can get him to sleep in the bed. "Thank you, Naruto." He smiled back, looking at the tan hand on his arm. "Let's cook dinner." Grabbing Naruto's hips he pulled Naruto forward, forcing the boy's legs apart around him and slowly slid him down, letting their bodies brush against each other as Naruto lowered to his feet.
Naruto's hands gripped Sasuke's shoulders as he pulled against him and forced to slid down his body. He swallowed tightly, his eyes widening and a creepy crawly feeling dancing along his spine. "S-sure." He licked his lips, pressing past Sasuke to get some space between them. He stumbled slightly, his medication kicking in hard.
Sasuke growled in the background of his mind. "Stop it! You're going to overwhelm! Why did you drug him so much!"
Madara forcibly silenced him. "Be quiet boy. You'll get your time with him. Wait for your fucking turn."
He held Naruto's elbow, supporting him. "Do you need to sit?" Madara offered.
"No..no I'm fine. Just hit fast and harder than usual.." Naruto laughed softly, removing his arm form Sasuke's hold. "So where do we begin?"
"Open." Chopsticks raised a wedge of tomato to Naruto's lips. "Last bite." Madara grinned, watching the sluggish boy in front of him.
Naruto's lips parted, tongue sliding out to curl under the tomato wedge, drawing into his mouth. He didn't mean to be sensual about it, but he was having a hard time doing much of anything. Dinner had taken around an hour to two hours. They were just finishing up about an hour and a half later. Why had dinner taken so long? Because they conversed, then Naruto got to a point where he couldn't even hold his chopsticks, so Madara finished his dinner, then fed Naruto the rest of his. As dinner wound down, Madara gave Naruto his nighttime shot, which only furthered his current condition.
Naruto finished his last bite with eyes half closed. His hands limp between his knees. Madara watched with pure satisfaction that this worked out so well.
"You're kind of an evil genius, Madara-sama..."
"Ah, so the respectful honorific is back?"
"I'm sorry Madara-sama. Naruto is very important to me."
"Boy, Naruto is more valuable than you will ever know. And he feels divine."
"...you've...touched him?"
A dark chuckle cut through their mental conversation. "I have done far more than simply touch him." He reached across the table, brushing his thumb over Naruto's lips, the blond nearly sliding out of his chair. "The things I taught him to do with his mouth..." He smirked. "You would lose your mind."
Sasuke went silent, entirely flustered by the imagery Madara weaved into his head. Then very hesitantly, Sasuke muttered. "I want to touch him..."
Madara chuckled out loud that time. "In due time, Sasuke. You need to learn how to handle this little vixen first." He stood up, lifting Naruto into his arms, wrapping the limp legs around his hips, then draping equally limp arms over his shoulders. "Watch and learn, young Uchiha."
Carefully, he turned around and took measured steps to Sasuke's room. Naruto gave a soft 'mm' nuzzling Sasuke's neck. Madara smirked, kissing Naruto's neck, nipping the warm skin.
Entering the room he approached the bed, laying Naruto down. He looked at the drugged-out boy, a lustful heat effervescing in his groin. Moving over Naruto he began by removing his shirt, tossing it aside along with his mesh shirt. His hands caressing over the smooth bare chest, his right index finger flicking over the boy's left nipple, granting him a soft moan. His smirk darkened, he shifted down to unfasten Naruto's pants and yanking them down and off, tossing them aside.
Madara cupped Naruto brief clad groin, rubbing his soft length. Naruto squirmed sluggishly, whimpering softly as his hips bucked slightly. "Open your mouth, Naruto, I want to hear you." His deep voice took over Sasuke's young voice. His free hand reaching up to pry Naruto's mouth open, being instantly greeted with a soft mewl, his back arching. "Good boy."
"Holy Sage..." Sasuke breathed, watching from the back with lust like obsession.
Naruto forced his eyes open, barely able to lift his lids more than a weak squint. "Sa-sasuke.." He groaned, his hips bucking up again. His eyes rolled back and closed, hips trying to press his growing arousal against Madara's hand. A tear slid from his left eye, along his temple, and into his hair.
Madara sneered a little, wanting to hear his name on the boy's lips. It was okay for now. Both hands hooked their fingers into Naruto's briefs, tugging them slowly down, revealing his nearly fully hardened erection. Tossing the briefs behind him, long slender fingers wrapping around Naruto's manhood.
He began stroking it teasingly, grinning when Naruto moaned louder, hips jerking again. He leaned down, letting his tongue swirl around the tip before suckling it firmly. Naruto cried out, tossing his head back even as his body felt heavier and heavier, making it harder to move. His mind a massive cloud of confusion and a stuck state between awake and nearly asleep.
Taking the rest of the blond's length within his mouth he continued sucking it firmly as his head began to bob. He did it slowly, wanting to tease and torment the boy, drawing out the pleasure and eventual orgasm. This wouldn't be the first or last time Madara took advantage of a drugged out Naruto. He had used different concoctions back in their original timeline to do this very thing.
Naruto's gasps and moans got louder and louder as Madara expertly pleasured him, knowing all of the Naruto's hot spots and shamelessly stroking them. He felt Naruto began to shudder and tremble uncontrollably and pulled completely away from his groin. "No..!" Naruto gasped, whimpering from the loss. He laid there twitching, desperate for release.
"Do you want more my beautiful little one?" Madara purred, his hand slipping lower between Naruto's spread legs, pressing thumb against Naruto's entrance, rubbing it teasingly. "Ask me for what you want."
"A-ah!" Naruto bucked against the bed when he felt that digit press to his twitching entrance, toes curling slightly. "Th-that.. please... Sasuke.. u-use your finger..." He squirmed weakly, whimpering.
"As you wish." Madara pulled his thumb away, smoothing it over the slit of Naruto's tip, gathering the profusely leaking precum. Using it to coat his index and middle finger in the sticky essence. His hand returned, pressing his middle finger in first. He shuddered, feeling the tight hole slowly suck the digit in. He groaned, closing his eyes. "You're so tight and hot little one." He pressed the digit in further, all the way to the last knuckle, curling it slowly and twisting it within the other.
With a loud keen Naruto arched off the bed as best as he could with his near drug paralyzed body. "Sa-sasuke..! M-more.. please..!" He whimpered, desperate for release.
Sasuke was panting in their mind, practically drooling over Naruto's naked form weakly writhing against the bed. His bed. "Isn't he going to remember this?"
Madara smirked. "At most he'll think it was a wet dream." He thrust the finger steadily into the boy for a few moments before adding his index finger. He pressed deep within the sunkissed body, seeking that bundle of nerves that would make Naruto scream with pleasure.
Sasuke moaned in delight. "Wonderful..."
"Indeed." He finally hit the mark and Naruto cried out, jerking hard against the bed. "There it is." He smirked, driving every thrust of his fingers right against that spot. "This is how you make him cum from only being fingered. Can you feel what I'm pressing against?"
"Fucking hell... he makes the best noises ever..." Sasuke swallowed dryly. "Yes... I feel it..."
"You should see him when he isn't drugged." His fingers continued thrusting ruthlessly into Naruto, the boy moaning and screaming in pleasure, his throbbing arousal twitching eagerly for release. "Ah, he's about to cum." His free hand gripped Naruto's hip, shifting his position slightly over the blond for a new angle of leverage. Then he quickened the pace, adding chakra to his fingers to increase the hard and fast thrusts of his fingers. "That's it little one, cum for me."
Naruto was shaking, hips jerking and body writhing, his fingers curled into the sheets of the bed. "Oh Sage... Sasuke!" He cried out the young Uchiha's name over and over again. And then the coiled tension snapped inside of him and he screamed, his orgasm wrenching from him as it slammed through his body like a tidal wave. His essence spurt over his flexed stomach, his body clenching like a vice around Sasuke's fingers buried deep within him.
Sasuke's breath caught. Madara growled, leaning down to lick Naruto's stomach clean, his fingers slowly twisting inside of him as his orgasm ebbed away.
"He tastes sweet..."
"He always has." Madara licked up the last traces of cum as his fingers eased out of the other. "Beautiful." He stared at the spent form sagged into the bed panting softly.
Naruto was asleep almost as soon as the intense pleasure left him more exhausted than he had already been. Madara smiled, brushing some blond bangs from the boy's face. " Put him in pajamas, you can sleep with him tonight." He slipped back, handing control back over to Sasuke.
Sasuke breathed out, a hesitant hand reaching out to caress a thigh. With one last look, he got up from the bed, moved to his dresser and dug out a pair of sleeping shorts for Naruto and a pair of sleeping pants for himself.
He dressed them both before tucking them into bed. He pulled Naruto back against his chest, wrapping an arm around Naruto's waist possessively. "Oyasumi nasai Naru.." He whispered, kissing Naruto's ear.
He laid with Naruto, caressing his stomach or side, occasionally nuzzling him as he fell asleep.
A/N: See? The trigger warning was pretty necessary I think. Cause Madara basically just molested TWO underage boys. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy this chapter. Don't forget to hit the kudos if you haven't already. And leave a comment! I know this chapter was very sexually focused this time around and some twisted shit happened. But lemme know what you think!
P.S. If it seems weird or wrong that 12-year-olds would be even relatively sexual, then you've met some pretty sheltered non-sexual 12-year-olds. My first kiss was at age 11. My first make-out session was 11/12. My first heavy-petting/below the belt make-out session was 12/13. And it only got more intense after that. A lot of female friends told me about how frequently guys flashed them or tried to make them touch their junk. So...yeah, puberty and hormones have minds of their own. And Naruto's body would react no matter what, no matter how badly he didn't want it to. It's a cruel thing that happens. And it's never the victims fault.