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
The darkness of the night enveloped me completely when I decided to leave. Despite repeated requests to rest, the kitsune who had been treating me had returned several times to check on my condition, much to my annoyance.
However, this time she had finally retired for the night, and I knew that it was my chance to slip away unnoticed. My heart was pounding as I sneaked out, with the anticipation of reaching Naruto's place adding to my sense of urgency.
Leaving the cottage clinic proved to be more frustrating than I initially thought. Each step felt like I was walking on hot coals, and my body burned all over. I knew that they wanted me to rest and heal, but the need to know the truth if my fiancรฉ and my brother had a relationship drove me to press forward. So, I kept hobbling out of the room door and in the direction of the blonde's place.
To my surprise, as I progressed, I realized how high up the place they had saved my life was. It was not close to Naruto's home that I could see in the distance. This realization made me feel even more discouraged. It was a long and arduous walk that awaited me. I inwardly groaned, knowing that the journey ahead was going to be challenging.
As I took just a few steps forward, a realization struck me hard that I had been in an endless pursuit of him. It felt like he was always out of my reach as if the universe was conspiring against me. I had made it down to the road where I suddenly lost my footing and fell on my back. Looking up at the starry night sky, I did something unexpected, something that had eluded me for years. I started laughing, and the laughter seemed uncontrollable. It was a release of all the pent-up frustration, despair, and the truth that I was uncovering about my clan. The emotions collided within me, forming a singularity of sorts.
As I lay there on my back in the middle of the dimly lit road hysterically laughing, a sudden shadow fell upon me, blocking out the little light I had. I looked up to see a figure towering over me, and before I could react, a familiar voice cut through the silence. "I know that damn stench from anywhere," he said in an annoyingly obnoxious tone. It was Kiba. I couldn't help but laugh at his over-the-top greeting, but my laughter was cut short as I realized the gravity of the situation. "What are you doing here? You here to finish the job?" I stared up at him, trying to keep my cool.
"What the hell is wrong with ya man?" he said with a raised brow, our eyes locking in an intense stare.
He held a handout for me, and I hesitated for a moment before taking it. With a grunt on my part, he helped me to my feet and helped slap my arm over his shoulders.
"C'mon, I'll help ya." He continued as we slowly made our way down the road.
"Why are you helping me?" I finally spoke. The last time I remember he saw me as his rival.
"Well, I'm not too thrilled don't get me wrong, but blondie seems to love ya," He shrugged it off. My steps faltered as I stared at his face in disbelief. "Stop it, c'mon let's keep movin'."
"How did you find me?"
"Seriously? If your crazy ass laughter and scent weren't a dead giveaway. Maybe it's the sheer fact you're lying right smack in the middle of the road, genius!" He howled.
"Quit, screaming in my ear you damn idiot!" I snarled. Even with him helping me, his voice was still irritating. I know we were moving at an agonizingly slow pace. He snorted muttering under his breath, "Moody bastard."
Eventually, we made it to the spiral staircase, the bane of my existence. "C'mon, princess let's go." With each step, we climbed higher and higher until we made it to the top of the stairs. "Ugh, I hate you." I groaned as we completed the final step. "Don't make me drop ya. I got ya there, didn't I?" He grumbled.
By now the brunette was supporting all my weight on his shoulders. I had been pushed to my limits. He took all that weight and kept pressing forward down the long stretch of hallway, by now my feet were dragging on the wooden floor. When we made it to the blonde's door. He helped me lean against the wall next to the door to help support my body. With bated breath, I watched as he started pounding his fist on the room door. "Open up blondie, I have fresh meat for ya!" He called thrashing even harder on the surface when he got no answer.
"Leave me alone!" We both heard the blonde cry out from the other side his voice whimpering. I could hear the pain in this voice.
"C'mon open up please." I heard Kiba say, the joking in his tone gone. We heard the sniffles from the other side, causing my mood to sink. I watched as Kiba dragged his palm down the door and pressed his forehead against the surface, tapping his finger against the hardwood before turning to me. "Sorry man, ya on your own." He said defeated.
I nodded, but as he turned to leave. "Kiba," I spoke, getting his attention. "Thanks."
"Yeah, well ya still stink." He said but there was a smirk on his face as he walked past me.
"Bastard," I muttered.
"I heard that dickhead." He shouted.
"Well, I take back my thanks then, you dimwitted asshole." He flipped me off as he left. Luckily, I was injured or else I would have run over there and kicked his ass down that spiral staircase. I stood thrashing my fist against the door.
"I said go away, Kiba." His voice cracked.
"It's not Kiba." I could hear him fiddling with something on the other side.
"What are you doing here? You need to rest and... heal?" He said the last part just as he opened the door. His voice trailed off, and I could feel his eyes examining me. "You're bleeding again!" he exclaimed, causing me to look down at my bandages, which were now stained red. The blood was starting to seep through the bandages and around my abdomen. I guess I reopened my wounds on the journey here. Just great more time to rest and heal.
As I gazed into his tear-filled blue eyes, I couldn't help but feel a sense of tenderness towards him. We were alone now, and the raw emotions I felt were in danger of spilling out.
At that moment, all previous arguments and disagreements were forgotten, and I felt a strong desire to comfort and protect him. I pulled him closer to me, my instincts taking over as I staked my claim over him. Our breaths mixed as we stared deeply into each other's eyes, lost in our world.
I watched as his eyes widened and our lips connected in a passionate kiss. The sensation of his soft lips against mine caused goosebumps to run down my arms.
I could feel that he missed this too radiating from him, as we deepened the kiss. I wanted to penetrate every orifice in his body, to lose myself in this moment with him to mark his flesh with my teeth. As he wrapped his arms around me, I felt a sudden jolt of electricity run through my body. It was a surprise to feel this way after all this time. However, the sensation was undeniable.
Our lips met and the kiss intensified, deepening with each passing second. I winced involuntarily during the kiss, and he immediately pulled away, concerned. "Oh sorry!" he exclaimed, checking on me to ensure I was okay. Despite the brief moment of discomfort, the connection between us still felt palpable and I couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement.
"It's quite alright. How are you feeling?" I asked gently. Looking down at his stomach. His cheeks turned rosy, and he gave a sad smile, lowering his head. He stood under the threshold, looking down at his feet. "May I come in?" I asked. His lips pressed as he silently debated with himself.
"Only if you promise no more lies," he said, looking at me. "I think I might hurt you, but not on purpose. I've been crying, eating, laughing, and back to crying again all day. I don't know what's wrong with me." He tried to make light of the situation, but I could tell he was still hurting.
For now, the questions I had could wait.
"I promise you. Now, can I come inside?" I said, trying to keep my voice uniform despite the immense pain I was in. By now I pressed my shoulder against the doorframe for support, crossing my arms over my chest in an attempt to appear composed.
The cold wood of the frame was the only thing keeping me upright, and I could feel my legs shaking beneath me. I arched a brow at him, silently pleading with him to say yes. He began to gnaw on his lower lip, lost in thought. At this point, I knew that if I collapsed, it wouldn't matter much whether he let me in or not. I needed to sit down, and I needed it now.
As he walked into his room, I trailed behind him. He took a seat on his shabby mattress, and I followed suit, relieved to rest my tired body. Our eyes met briefly, but he quickly averted his gaze. He swung his legs to the side and heaved a deep sigh before speaking. "I'm sorry for the way I've been acting. I just don't know what to do," he said apologetically. I was taken aback by his words, as I didn't expect him to forgive me so easily. "I don't deserve your forgiveness. I don't deserve you," I whispered, feeling guilty for my actions. "Hey, don't think you're getting off that easily!" he exclaimed, giving my arm a playful nudge.
Now that I was near him, I felt a sudden burst of energy. Maybe it was adrenaline, or I could have been driven by something far lewder. I had cupped his whisker cheek turning his head towards me. Our lips collided in an almost frenzied kiss. As with the kiss in the doorway, I wanted his body to ache for me. I wanted him to know that I was here to stay and that he was mine. I felt his arms circle my shoulders in and tight embrace as we kissed, and I knew that this was the moment I had waited for.
He inquired about my injury, but I assured him there was nothing to worry about. While sliding his jacket off his shoulders. He reached his arms above his head, allowing me to slide his shirt up. As I did so, I found myself pausing the removal of his shirt at his nose, successfully obscuring his vision and locking his arms in place. Leaning in, I captured his mouth with my own, running my tongue across his bottom lip teasingly. Our breaths melded together, as he opened his mouth, granting me full access.
With a sense of necessity, I responded like a man dying of thirst, pushing my tongue past his parted lips. I wanted nothing more than to lick and taste every part of him. His lips encased my tongue, as he began to gingerly suck on it before his tongue coyly greeted mine. I began to rub and kneed mine against his, enticing a moan. I miss that sound so much.
Suddenly, I pulled back, severing the kiss while leaving a thin string of saliva between us. In response, his mouth opened slightly, as if searching for mine, unaware of the shirt still blocking his vision and his arms still extended above his head. I watched him as he struggled to find me.
Recognizing his predicament, I offered a helping hand. I helped lower him to his mattress, straddling his waist. Now, he was trapped, and ready for what was to come.
He was my captive. My pain was overshadowed by my need to assert my claim on him. He was mine!
With these words, my mind was filled with a burning desire to take possession of him. I wanted to mark him as mine, leaving an indelible mark right on his soul. Curling downward my lips pressed against his chin, trailing kisses down his neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. I could feel his heart racing beneath my lips, pounding in time with my own.
As my lips continued their exploration, I descended lower, tracing a delicate path across his chest. My tongue darted out, teasing his soft-pink-colored nipples, until they were hard and erect. With a gentle suck, I took his right nipple into my mouth, savoring its taste and texture. Then, with an equal measure of tenderness, I lavished the same attention on his left, creating a moment of pure pleasure for him.
His body writhed beneath me, responding to the sensations I was evoking. I could feel his eagerness building, his muscles tensing and releasing in rhythmic movements. It was a beautiful dance, his body moving in perfect harmony with my tongue, as his pelvis started to grind against mine, creating a delicious heat.
At that moment, every ounce of my self-control was being tested. I wanted to take him further, to explore every inch of his delectable form. But I held myself back, savoring the anticipation and the power I possessed over him.
Our time together was limited, it was only a matter of time before they would realize I was gone, but we would make the most of it. I would make him remember those moments forever, etched into him, a constant reminder of what we shared.
His body was now fully mine and I reveled in the power and control I had over him. I continued to explore every inch of him, leaving a trail of kisses down his stomach.
I could feel the anticipation building as I teased him with my fingers, slowly removing his pants and underwear exposing his most intimate area, I felt my breath ghost over his inner thigh before pressing my lips against it. At that moment, I watched as the sun-kissed flesh of his stomach dipped in. The intensity of our moment together was heightened by the silence of the bedroom, save for the sound of his ragged breaths.
My hand wrapped around his erection, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from him. As I brought his head to my mouth, closing my lips around it, I felt his body respond with a shudder. Each suck and stroke caused his shaft to twitch and grow even more. During all this my hair had fallen in front of my face, adding to the sensory overload of the moment. I could see his diaphragm moving up in down, each breath making his ribs visible, just then he moaned, and his hips began to tilt upward in ecstasy
As I continued to pleasure him with my mouth. I could feel his body responding to my every touch and movement, and it only encouraged me to keep going. I wanted to give him the ultimate pleasure, and I could tell he was enjoying every moment. His reactions were a clear indication that my instincts were right on point. As his moans grew louder, I could feel myself getting more and more turned on.
It was a mutually satisfying experience, and I knew that this was something we both wanted to continue. I watched as his back stretched and arched against the mattress both his knees shot up as his thighs started to squeeze my head. He danced to the rhythm of my mouth.
I could not see his face from under his shirt, but I did notice his tail was twitching like crazy.
"Ah! Sasuke, I'm gonna... I'm gonna!" He was trying to warn me. His moans prompted me to suck harder and roll my tongue around his head, causing him to reach his climax in my mouth, which I had swallowed all. His legs dropped as I rested my face on his leg, he was breathless and so was I, both of us for different reasons.
In the aftermath of my high feeling, my pain had returned with vengeance, and when I looked down, I found blood on his bed sheets. Although I was in pain, I managed to choke it down to assist him in removing his shirt. His face was flushed, and damp blonde locks clung to his forehead. As soon as our eyes locked, he began to cry. He draped an arm over his face trying to hide it, but I had already seen it.
As I gently pulled his arm down, I noticed his body's tension. His eyes averted from mine, and I could sense that he was holding something back. "What's the matter?" I asked, my brow furrowed with concern. The room grew quiet as we both lay down, side by side, staring up at the ceiling. I couldn't help but feel guilty, wondering if I had said or done something to make him feel the need to hide from me. The silence was broken with a sudden sob, and I felt a knife twist in my gut as I heard him cry. I hoped that whatever was bothering him, we could work through it together and come out stronger on the other side.
"I'm happy." He finally said. My eyes closed as all my tension was released with a deep breath. Who would have thought oral would bring us closer together?
"So, all I had to do was that?" I turned to smirk at him.
"No, you bastard!" As his laughter echoed through the room, my heart sank. He playfully pushed me, and our bodies shifted as we both rolled on our sides, facing each other. A heavy silence hung in the air as we gazed into each other's eyes, searching for answers that neither of us dared to voice aloud.
The fear of the unknown lingered, and I couldn't help but wonder if his affection was genuine or if I was merely a poor substitute for my late brother. The thought weighed heavily on my heart, piercing it with a sharp pain that was far worse than anything physical, though I tried my best to hide it.
