Under The Influence

by Issexwithyourcloneincest

(Comission for Emperor Good Fortune) A few drinks too many and a wrong turn down the passage leads to Naruto finding out firsthand why 'Drink Responsibly' is a real warning. Rated M for explicit sexual content. Might get a second chapter, IDK. I'll just tag it as completed to be on the safe side.

Sometimes I'm glad anime wasn't invented here because it'd be weird as shit. Imagine the part where Sasuke defected if it was a Nigerian cartoon.

Sakura: Ah, Sasuke where you dey go?

Sasuke: I dey come

Sakura: Oh, oya now. No tey

And then he gets to defect with no hassle just because he said 'I dey come'

Sometimes it feels like Nigeria is the only place where "I'm coming" is a perfectly valid response to "where are you going?" Like, when someone says 'i dey come,' you know they either aren't going far or aren't going to stay long where they went. It's funny how you're saying you're coming when you haven't even left. It's the same way "oya now" can have different meanings ranging from 'I don't believe you but okay' to 'No problem'

Anyway, join AizenTheGoat's server. The code is: ZvgmcbsZ

And IamMADB's server too, the code is: GaYXA7b3

"Kampai!"

Kampai, kampai, kampai. How many times had he heard it already tonight? He heard it outside the parlor, loud in his ears even while muffled by one of his larger friend's arms covering his head. He heard it in the bar, shouted loudly by all kinds of men: businessmen, laborers, college students, drunks, all of them by the spirit of celebration, the reason didn't matter; no one cared what you were here for so long as you were celebrating. And now, he heard it screamed directly at him by four men, all of whom were his age. It was funny how when you heard cheers enough times, the cheers lost it's cheer and there came the annoyance pricking at you until you ended up swinging at the next man who raised a glass of alcohol and screamed cheers at the top of his lungs. Of course the swinging didn't just happen because you got sick of getting screamed at. It was funny that way, alcohol. Sometimes it loosened your tongue, sometimes it heated up your temper and most of the time, it just made it so that one moment you were on the top of the world and the next you were tripping on your own feet after puking your guts out all over the floor or on the guy unlucky enough to have been standing next to you when the nausea hit.

But his slowly rising annoyance didn't stop Uzumaki Naruto from raising his own mug high with a wide grin and screaming his own kampai as he clanked it against the others'. Beer splashed on his hand but he ignored it and when he knocked back the beer mug and emptied it in one swig, he failed to notice how it pushed his head further up into the clouds but it didn't take him long to pick up it's slight staleness and the fact that it wasn't as cold as it was meant to be. The bartender was getting rid of old stock tonight and making money while doing it. His deduction made him dully pleased with himself, like Sherlock Holmes successfully deducing what farm the fermented barley in his beer was grown at but the moment was forgotten as he tilted his head back, laughing uproariously at a joke one of his colleagues made. It was the same terrible joke the guy made everytime he was drunk but for some reason, it had never sounded funnier to him.

"You know all my girls by their watches. If she ain't wearing this," the resident joker said, raising his hand to display a designer watch with stones embedded in it, "she's not mine."

"He's cold. Brrrrr!" another said and shivered exaggeratedly. Naruto couldn't measure just how much of an exaggeration it was—it was cold, even with the six of them crammed into a cheap-ish booth in one of the most populated corners of the beer parlor in the middle of happy hour.

"She belongs to the streets!" The watch toting man clasped his hands together in prayer, the watch's embedded gems glinting in the light and scattering the rays that landed on it.

Naruto wondered why he hadn't paid for a better booth for them if he was able to buy multiple women what was most likely a very expensive watch. Was it because they weren't women? What women was he even referring to? They were college finalists, they just finished their last exams this evening and while three years was hardly enough time to know everyone on the campus, he was sure he'd never seen enough females on the campus wearing the same kind of watch to draw a pattern. A strange guy, Kiba was sometimes.

"It's some american video I saw a while back," Kiba said. "With a musician or something. His name's Future. American entertainers have weird names. Who names themselves Future? The future what? The future of what?"

"Yeah, he's got a point though," the one who'd shivered said. "Karui left me for some dumb transfer student last month." Naruto didn't see the correlation between Karui leaving him and what Kiba said about a girl belonging to the streets. What in the world did that even mean?

"Don't be sad, Choji…she just wanted gaijin meat!" Kiba laughed, earning himself the irritated glare of more than one patron. Laughing was a funny thing too, Naruto thought. Do it too little and people either found extra humor in whatever you find funny enough to laugh at or they just thought you a person of poor humor. Do it too often and people thought you were an obnoxious person who found anything hilarious or just that but minus the obnoxious part.

Choji shook his head and gulped down another mug faster than anyone else had. "I don't even get it. The guy was the same size as me, just with shitty dyed yellow hair and a bad tan."

"He's American," Naruto muttered. "I hear they all have blond hair, the real ones at least."

"So does that mean you're American?" Choji playfully grabbed a handful of his hair. "Are you a foreigner too?"

"No, he's a halfbreed, he's even got a half baked tan," Kiba said. "The best or worst of both worlds. Funny world, really."

Naruto slapped the laughing Choji's hand away. So what if he was a half-caste? "What are you laughing for? Karui would have left you for me if she saw me too…and you're one too!" The last part was aimed at Kiba. "Didn't some gaijin knock up your mom?"

Choji's expression went from happy to angry in the blink of an eye. "That bitch! What do I have that he doesn't?!"

"It's the other way round," Shikamaru chortled, his pineapple styled hair bobbing as he took another puff of smoke from his e-cigarette. "But if you mean what you said, a pot belly is what."

"That's you, Shikamaru. Always there to correct him, like some sort of nagging wife or something." Kiba grinned and downed another mug of beer. "Oh man, I can't believe we're leaving college soon. It feels like it's been a whole decade since we started."

"It's been three years actually," the man in the middle said quietly. He'd been silent since they arrived but the redness in his face showed he hadn't been any less active.

"Sure as hell doesn't feel like it," Kiba shook his head and popped open another beer bottle to take a swig out of. "Shit, I remember when we were freshmen. My chin was bare, Shikamaru had a buzz cut, Shino used to wear this stupid high collar-"

"Uzumaki used to wear that bright orange jacket." Choji laughed at him. The other joined in. "And he had this stupid laugh that creeped people out."

Naruto scowled. "Yeah at least I wasn't a fat fuck who shoved chips in my mouth everyday."

A year or two ago, that would have had Choji red with anger. But now, he merely wailed again and drank another beer. Choji had mellowed out over the years. Or maybe it was the work of the beer he'd been chugging down without pause.

"And Sai," Kiba continued. "Who the fuck could forget Sai? That pasty, dick obsessed creep who kept drawing random shit and giving everyone bad nicknames."

"Wonder what happened to him," Naruto muttered as he picked up a half empty mug and finished the job himself.

"He moved on to someone else after seeing you're not interested in him," Shikamaru ribbed, a sly smirk playing on his lips.

Naruto flipped him off with both hands…it was both, right? He couldn't see them well.

"Yeah, crazy how the guy was so fixated on you," Choji nodded. "I have never seen anyone so determined to see another guy's penis. Like, you know it's crazy when he calls it small just to piss you off enough to show it to him to prove it isn't."

"I know, right? What sort of shitty reverse psychology is that?" Naruto lamented. He'd heard a rumor that the guy was seeing Ino from horticulture but he wasn't close enough to the girl to feel okay with asking and he didn't feel like seeking out his former roommate for verification. It would be mad surprising if it was though: Ino was hot as love.

"... so is it?"

"Hey, we're out," Naruto gestured toward the empty mug, ignoring Choji's disturbing pout.

"I got it." Kiba took out his wallet. "Hey, bartender!" He called for the man at the counter. "Another round. Fifteen mugs!"

"Fifteen?" Shikamaru raised a brow. "We're not here to get stone drunk, you know?"

A bit too late for that, Naruto thought. Kiba was at a point where his motor-mouth ran even more, Choji was red as a beet, Shino looked asleep already and he felt like he would collapse if he even tried to stand up. The only time he'd felt as lightheaded as he currently did had been when he tried drugs a year ago.

"Then what are we here for?" Kiba asked. "It's the last day of school for us, man. All that's left is the convocation ceremony and we're out. What better time is there to get drunk?"

Shikamaru shrugged. "Can't argue with that."

"Exactly," Kiba said. "You've gotta live a little. You can't be all uptight like, err…" he snapped his fingers repeatedly as he tried to dredge up a memory from muddled up archives. "Shiiiit. What's the name of your first roommate, Naruto? The twink? Not Sai, the other one."

"Sasuke," Naruto replied slowly, cautiously. If this was another attempt at making fun of him, Kiba would get touched. And not in a sexual way.

"Yeah that's it. Wonder what happened to him."

"He dropped out to become an idol or something like that." Naruto rubbed his head, feeling the urge to place it on something. "I heard it from his brother a while ago."

"Really? Weird." Kiba looked to the side at a woman passing by. His gaze never left her ass as he asked, "did he make it?"

"I don't know, probably." Naruto shrugged. It'd be odd if Sasuke hadn't—he was an admittedly very good-looking bishounen and his family was pretty affluent. "Does it even matter?"

"Eh, guess not."

The next batch of drinks landed and Naruto amusedly watched Kiba try to flirt with the barmaid who'd served them. The woman professionally ignored him, but only one of them failed to notice that she moved the last mug towards the most exotic looking of the group.

Kiba fixed him with a bitter look. "I swear some guys get all the luck."

Naruto blinked slowly, as if only just realizing where he was. "What?"

"You didn't even notice?" Kiba snatched something from the mug and pushed it in his face, revealing the object to be a damp piece of paper. "You bastard!"

Naruto frowned and looked around. "What? What happened?"

"I wish ladies would like me too," Choji practically sobbed as he took the first mug.

Oh. That. Naruto's clueless look faded as a lazy grin stretched his face. "Don't hate me because I'm beautiful, man." He waved two peace signs in front of his face.

"Maybe that's why Sai was all over you, huh?" Kiba sneered. "He wanted to suck some beautiful boy meat?"

"Hinata was also begging to suck it." Bragging about his friend's crush liking him wasn't really a friend-like thing to do but seeing Kiba's face turn sour was very much worth it. He hadn't actually done anything with the girl but he wasn't about revealing that little fact.

"Why do they look at the pretty boys first?" Kiba lamented. "I mean, look at me. I'm pretty good looking too. Right?"

No one agreed.

Kiba glared at them. "I hate you all. Seriously, if I ever…"

Naruto gingerly sipped the beer the barmaid had apparently offered him as he listened to Kiba complain, savoring the faint bite of fermented barley on his tongue and the watery sensation of it slipping past the back of his throat. At a first glance, he noticed it had more beer than foam, and at a taste he decided it was nice, if a bit bland but then again it could just be his tongue refusing to be a party to his overdrinking. But the tongue was his and not the other way round, so he continued to drink. He tried to sit up straight from his slouch and the table went askew again but he forced himself to focus. Maybe it was time to go home.

"...Shikamaru hooked up with that gyaru-"

"Temari's not a gyaru, she's just a natural blonde," Choji corrected him.

Kiba expressed his gratitude with a middle finger. "-and then there's Uzumaki with that Akeno chick." Kiba gestured towards him. "I still don't even know how the hell they got together."

Ah, Akeno. His girlfriend since first year. Kiba might claim to envy him but even if she were single, he wouldn't go for her. Being raised by a loving but domineering mother and growing up with an older sister who, while more gentle, was almost as controlling, had led to him developing a preference for the girls who acted the opposite. In short he liked his girls timid and submissive, qualities Hinata who he'd been eyeing since high school, had, but Akeno did not. The girl wasn't loud by any means but she was bold. Very, very bold.

Kiba was right though, he still didn't know why she'd chosen him out of what was undoubtedly a large number of guys who had been and were still chasing after her. At the time they got together, he'd only just become his set's representative and they had met during an end of the year party in some final year student's house he'd been deemed 'cool' enough to invite to and her being a set ahead of him hadn't stopped them from entering a relationship that had been going steady since, much to the surprise of the people who knew them both.

Honestly, it was surprising how different she was from the rumors people peddled about her. She could be very polite, if a bit too blunt sometimes and even though she was considered one of the two college queens next to Rias Gremory who she happened to be best friends with, she was far from the party girl people thought her to be and save for her unnerving interest in the meteing out and receiving of pain, she was…housewife-y in the hardcore 'only leave the house to buy groceries' way. In fact, the first month after she graduated, she refused to leave the house they shared and kept welcoming him back with tea. It was weird; she knew he didn't even like tea all that much but she did it anyway. She said it was because the tea was good for his health and served as his way of participating in the daily prayers he missed because of class but he knew it was only because she enjoyed seeing him grimace as he forced it down because he didn't have the heart to refuse her, the sadist.

As he thought of her, he glanced at his watch. It was almost nine o'clock. Akeno had asked him to come early to celebrate completing his finals. He didn't know what she had in mind but was looking forward to it enough not to want to keep her waiting too long. She might have the patience of a saint but it didn't mean she liked being delayed and he was almost an hour later than he usually returned. Hopefully, she wouldn't make him drink cold tea; the thought of the unpleasantly tangy taste of lukewarm tannin made his face twist and his stomach churn.

"Alright, it's been fun...gotta go-ugh!" He got up and wobbled before flopping back down onto the seat.

Kiba laughed. "Man, you can't even hold down a little booze?"

"He's taken what, three mugs now?" Shikamaru gave Naruto a questioning look. Naruto spread his fingers apart. "Five. That's pretty impressive in my book."

"That's nothing, I've taken six, Choji's taken like eight and we're still up and fine." Naruto wanted to argue but the mere thought of doing math made his mind hurt.

"Yeah!" Choji nodded rapidly and reached for another mug. They watched him try and fail to pick it before Naruto shook his head and handed him his own. "Thanks."

"Don't mention it." Naruto rubbed his face. The world was a pendulum and they were all sitting atop it as it oscillated along a random path, its surface spinning haphazardly. If he kept his eyes open for too long, he'd throw up. "Do any of you have that private cab app on your phone? I really have to get going."

"What, Akeno's going to kick your ass if you don't come home early?" Kiba snorted.

"Do you have it or not?"

"What's the rush? You think we'll get this night again?"

"I can't go home on my own like this, Kiba." Naruto glared at him from between his fingers. "And I was supposed to be home almost an hour ago."

Kiba hummed, obviously unconcerned. "Even if you got a cab? How would you know when you're home? You'd probably pass out in the backseat or hop out the moment the car stopped, even if it only moved a block."

"You let me worry about that." Naruto slowly took out his wallet to count the money within. The colors added up to six thousand yen with a few smaller denominations squeezed in between. How much change would he have to buy snacks for Akeno's shrine tomorrow morning?

"Alright tell you what." Kiba got up and unsteadily left his side to sit next to Naruto and slung an arm over his shoulder, his watch sending rainbows straight into the blond's face. "Nine thirty, alright? You don't have to drink or anything, just hang out with us till nine thirty and we'll drop you off at your house. Right in front of your door."

Naruto drew his head away as the smell of beer reached his nose. "And who's going to drive? You?"

Kiba pointed at Shikamaru who looked more concerned with refilling his vape using some small tube he kept in his jacket pocket. "He's the least fucked up out of us all. He'll drive."

Shikamaru sighed. "Kind of troublesome but it's better than letting you get us killed in a crash, so okay."

Naruto looked between the two men as he contemplated what to do. Whether he liked it or not, Kiba was right. He was in no condition to get himself home and he didn't trust a stranger to do so, even if he was paying them to.

"Come on," Kiba insisted. "This might be the last time we'll have this moment before we end up like those guys." He gestured with his head towards a group of middle aged men in suits who looked more content to sit and relax than actually drink. "We might become salarymen scattered across the country for the rest of our lives.You really want to end your potential last night with the guys early just because of a girl you'll see everyday else? You can just make it up to her later."

You wouldn't be saying this if it was Hinata waiting for you, you prick. Naruto pursed his lips and closed his eyes to think better. When his head lolled to the side and he caught himself before the rest of his body followed, his decision was made for him.

"Fine." He conceded. "But nine thirty sharp or I'm calling a cab."

Kiba grinned and shook him. "That's my boy."

The unexpected jostling made Naruto grimace. He felt like a raw egg yolk in an earthquake. Kiba raised a mug to his mouth and the smell made his stomach turn. "I thought you said I don't have to drink."

"Yeah, but we need to get a refill so that the hot lady can come back." Kiba explained. "Come on, man. Maybe you can get her number and give it to me so I can work my magic on her."

Naruto wasn't too drunk to snort. Kiba's definition of 'working his magic' was flaunting his money at women and hoping they were charmed by his apparent riches enough to sleep with him. To be fair, it worked more often than not but that also meant he'd been able to bag most girls except the ones who weren't fazed by money, a prime example of which was Hinata who'd been born into one of the richest families in the world. People, himself included, thought the Inuzuka was reaching for something beyond him but at least he was rooting for his friend. He didn't believe the man could pull it off but hey, miracles happened sometimes—he had gotten with Akeno afterall. And he was now keeping her waiting just because his friends wanted to drink some more but as Kiba said, you only had moments like this once.

"Nine thirty," Naruto repeated and snatched the mug out of Kiba's hand.

Hopefully, Akeno wouldn't be too mad.

…

The barmaid did come back but Kiba still had no luck. Choji started to cry like a baby halfway through his sixth mug(Kiba had been wrong), Shino fell asleep, Shikamaru had watched them all waste away without so much as a comment and consequently, thirty minutes passed by unnoticed by anyone and it wasn't until the barmaid handed Naruto the receipt for the last batch with her number once again scribbled on the blank back that Kiba had decided it was time for them to leave, snatching the receipt before they even left the bar. The ride home had been even longer as Shikamaru had seemingly driven the car at a crawl. They'd tried getting him to speed up but a car full of drunk guys being driven by a half-stoned man who wouldn't stop smoking while on the road attracting police attention would end with them all sleeping in a cell, or so he'd said. It still hadn't saved them from getting noticed by a stray officer who only let them off after they'd managed to convince him they weren't being kidnapped and Shikamaru barely passed a sobriety test. It didn't

And so, at a quarter past midnight, Naruto was fighting the urge to spew bile on his walkway while he fumbled with the bunch of keys in his hands as he tried to figure out which one unlocked his door and which one that unlocked the door was the real one. He'd have to see to doing away with several of them later-he couldn't even remember where most came from anymore.

"Hey, what's the hold up?!" Kiba's call, slurry and loud, reached his ears. "Go in already!"

"I'm trying, I'm trying." It wasn't his fault there were so many keys. Well, maybe it was. He was the one who put them together after all. On second thought, it definitely was.

After several tries with each key, the lock finally gave way and opened with a muffled clack. He turned back to wave at the group. Only Kiba bothered to wave back, Shikamaru's eyes remained on the road and Choji and Shino were dead asleep in the backseat which, along with their clothes, was now stained with vomit from the former throwing up halfway through a rant about his runaway ex.

"Alright see you guys later," he called out as he leaned on the door. "Try not to crash and die!"

Kiba's laughter still hadn't faded from his ears, even after the car had zoomed off and he was left alone on the porch. In all honesty, he had no idea when 'later' would be and he doubted any of them wanted it to be anytime soon. They were all cool, but they technically weren't students anymore. They didn't have any reason to keep meeting up daily. He swung the door open and was greeted by the smell of flowers and incense amidst an absence of lights

"Tadaima!" he announced and bumbled into the living room, expecting to see his girlfriend only to find it empty. The lights were off, the table was devoid of the tea set she left for him and the flip-flops they shared were nowhere to be found. Even the incense sticks she lit at the shrine were depleted and had stopped smoking, but the scent that still lingered in the air told him it couldn't have been an hour since they were extinguished.

Although his mind was addled, it wasn't difficult to draw an unpleasant conclusion: she'd given up on waiting for him and turned in. The thought was enough to make his gut roil. He'd only seen Akeno upset a handful of times and he took pride in knowing he hadn't been the cause of any of them. She wasn't one for loud tantrums or bursts of violence but she made her displeasure known in ways that made him glad he wasn't on the receiving end of them.

At least not until now. She'd probably gone to bed thinking he'd broken his promise to her. He could picture her sitting in the living room, counting the moments till his return home with an excitement that would slowly dwindle as she realized that he wasn't only late, but didn't seem likely to return on the same night at all. She'd probably been worried, thinking something had happened to him. What if she'd called? Knowing her, she would have. She'd probably tried multiple times, each one unsuccessful, until eventually, she gave up and retired for the night.

But…what if she hadn't? The thought of the girl waiting for him in the dark scared him more than her being angry. "Akeno?" he called out cautiously. "I'm home. You can come out now-hic."

No response. Maybe she really had turned in. Some boyfriend he was, not warning her beforehand.

At least I don't have to drink tea tonight.

…

Akeno almost never used their blanket. She claimed it got too hot underneath for her liking and she liked being able to toss around without getting tangled up in a piece of bedding. At first he had believed she just didn't want to have to play tug-of-war for it with him in the middle of the night but when her friend who, oddly enough, had shared a bed with her back when they had been roommates, told him the same thing about his girlfriend, his worries had been assuaged and he wrote off her dislike for covers as one of the peculiarities she'd acquired from her priest(ess) upbringing.

That was why he was more than a little perplexed when he went into their room to see her covered up so thoroughly that her only visible features were her dark hair and the outline of her curvaceous body against the blanket.

Had he been in a less inebriated state, he'd have given the unusual sight more thought but with nearly as much alcohol in his stomach as there was blood in his veins, he merely hopped on the bed, slid underneath the blanket and snuggled up to her, missing the absence of her trademark orange cloth that would have otherwise kept up her ponytail. He cradled his head on her shoulder, enjoying the soft caress of her hair on the side of his face. "I'm home, Akeno."

Akeno shifted with a tired moan and he shushed her gently. "Kiba was a real bastard, Akeno. He wouldn't let me leave and he kept talking about how I'd be ditching them and we only graduate once and…I felt guilty. I-I-I had to stay."

"Mmh…?"

"I messed up, Akeno," he whined as he pulled her closer. "I should have told you I might be late. God, I'm a terrible boyfriend. I'm so sorry."

Akeno sleepily squirmed in his embrace and ground her behind on his crotch, inadvertently hotdogging his flaccid length in the valley between. Had her ass gotten bigger? Despite having been born of intoxicated curiosity, the mental inquiry sent his mind careening down a much lewder path.

"I can make it up to you right now," he offered, kissing her on the neck and sneaking his fingers up the short sleeves of her nightie to caress her arms. "I can do everything you like…everything you want…"

Her reply came in the form of tilting her head slightly to give him more access to sensitive skin, an unspoken request he happily obliged to while he rubbed his quickly growing erection against her. It didn't take more before he began to crave more and took his hands out of her sleeves to place them further front in order to unbutton and open up her shirt, revealing her naked breasts which he eagerly cupped and played with; he squeezed the twin orbs and grazed her nipples with his palms, eliciting another moan from the dark haired beauty who pushed against him, seemingly enjoying the feel of his erection on her ass. A few seconds later, she began to stir and looked behind at him, her bleary eyes widening with recognition.

Naruto grinned sluggishly. "So you weren't asleep after all, huh. You just wanted me to beg."

"Wha-"

"You little minx." He grinned and forcefully rolled her around, an act she responded to with a shocked eep! "Why do you have to mess with me so much, huh?"

"N-Naruto-" The blond cut her would-be words short with a kiss. He felt her try to separate from him, her whole body pushing him away but he held onto her tight even as he raised one of her legs so as to rub his erection directly on her crotch. She had said she didn't like kissing him when he drank, but he couldn't bring himself to stop. He wanted her. Bad. And it was obvious that she wanted him too. She fought, but she still moaned as he humped her and he felt her tongue tentatively touch his, as if afraid of getting a secondhand taste of the beers he'd chugged down. Damned sadist. She always got a kick out of toying with him.

Soon enough, she stopped resisting and melted into him and when she did, what had initially been a half-assed liplock evolved into a make-out session like something out of a doujin. They swapped saliva with a libidinous fervor that saw their tongues all but becoming intertwined while their owners lost themselves in each other. Breaking apart from her with a strained grunt, he hurriedly left her breasts alone to pull both his and her lower garments down, revealing his engorged cock which he wasted no time lining up with Akeno's slick entrance. Akeno's breath hitched and she made to say something but her speech faded into a loud groan as he thrust forward, sinking into her with a single push.

With nary a moment spared, Naruto began to move, hammering into her with sloppy yet frenetic thrusts that had his girlfriend moaning and gasping in lustful bliss. Not that he was any better. Everything about Akeno was intoxicating. He'd gotten intimately familiar with her body and yet being with her failed to feel stale. The excitement never wore off and even so, he rarely got as excited as he felt at the moment. She felt almost…new. Fuller, somehow: her breasts felt a bit bigger, the scent of tea was absent from her breath, her thighs felt a little thicker…heavier on his waist and he was proud to say he stretched her out enough times for her pussy to be a snug fit for him but now, she practically strangled his dick. Her folds shifted around and massaged his cock as she squirmed and writhed with each thrust and were it not for the generous amounts of vaginal release she let out, he'd have probably had a harder time fucking her than he was.

But even with his addled mind taking note of the sudden curiosities surrounding his girlfriend, he continued to fuck her without a care in the world. At the end, she was still Akeno. Nothing else mattered except that.

….

Except she wasn't.

The first time Suzaku Himejima had been awoken was when someone began cuddling her from behind. Initially assuming that it was Akeno trying to play a prank on her or joining her because she didn't want to sleep alone, she had let herself drift off to sleep again; it would make sense that her cousin would want to spend the night with her—they had spent hours waiting for Naruto to arrive and it wasn't until midnight began approaching that they gave up and turned in for the night with her taking the guest room and Akeno retreating to the bedroom she and her truant boyfriend shared. Besides, Akeno had always been a little clingy since she was little, almost never wanting to stay by her lonesome. It was one of those habits that had seemingly yet to leave the girl and with that, she had set her mind at ease.

But when she felt a hard protrusion that most definitely did not belong on any girl prodding her behind, she immediately realized she'd been wrong and the un-femininity of the arms wrapped around her as well as the fact that whoever was spooning her didn't have breasts, caused alarms to go off in her head and by the time she realized it was Naruto from his voice, he had began undressing her, his fingers unbuttoning her shirt with practiced ease, and peppering her neck with soft kisses that made her skin tingle. By the time she regained full lucidity, she had shifted her head to give him better access to her, an unconscious gesture that he responded to immediately. By the time she registered the odor of alcohol on him, an indicator that his actions were driven by an addled mind and an even more incapacitated judgment, Naruto had taken hold of her breasts. While she had never been intimate with a man, Suzaku was no stranger to sexual activities: she masturbated a lot and she and Akeno had played with each other's bodies when they had been younger and a lot more curious. That being said, she was no stranger to having her breasts being played with but for all the times she had fondled herself, having someone else's…a man's hands on them felt so different. Better.

And then he turned her around. Suzaku didn't have time to be surprised by his strength before he kissed her fully. The slight disgust she felt from smelling the alcohol on his breath was overtaken by arousal which was quickly replaced by horrified shock of the realization that she was being ravished by her cousin's boyfriend. The feel on his lips on hers was electrifying both as the strongest form of stimulation she'd gotten in months as well as an alarm that they were treading on forbidden grounds too carelessly and if she let him, they would soon go past the point from which there would be no return. They had to stop now. She tried to make him stop, to push him away and make him see sense but he refused to budge. For such a moderately built man, Naruto hid a lot of strength.

Were he even a little bit sober, she was certain he'd have noticed the differences between her and her cousin but drunkenness had blurred the line in his eyes. All women probably felt like Akeno to him, all women would be treated like Akeno; she just happened to be the one he laid on the same bed with. But even with the knowledge that she wasn't the one he truly wanted and a million reasons not to let him continue, she found her internal and external struggles weakening. Her mind may have kept offering resistance, but her body had begun to betray her. Her nipples stiffened under his touch and each signal of pleasure that traveled across her body lessened her will to refuse him until she had all but melted into his touch.

"Naruto-" she tried to speak, but her words faded to nothing as he continued to play with her body, raising her leg with a single hand so as to rub his erection against her clothed sex. The outline of his cock imprinted itself in her memories with increasing vividity per thrust. She felt his bulbous head pushing on her entrance as if hoping to find a passage through her panties via which to slip into her. He bucked his hips further, allowing the rest of his length to slide across her slit and the sensation of several inches of engorged phallus sent a shiver run down her spine and she arched her back with a salacious moan, inadvertently pressing herself into him. In his eyes, she was Akeno. And he would handle her like he did Akeno. And she was beginning to enjoy it.

Unlike her cousin, she hadn't had the choice of choosing the priestess life. In the wake of Akeno's mother's passing, the burden of succession had fallen onto the older of the two would-be inheritors of the position, which was her. She could not bring herself to resent Akeno for being able to enjoy a more free life than her, but she would be lying if she said she didn't envy the girl a bit. She was popular, had equally popular friends, everyone she knew loved her, she got to go to parties and most of all, she had Naruto. Naruto with his soft, delightful golden hair. Naruto with his blue eyes that reminded her of the glinting afternoon sea. Naruto whose bright smile made her heart race even when it wasn't directed at her. Naruto was a sunflower. He was Akeno's sunflower. And he was trying to fornicate with her. It sounded so wrong, yet she couldn't keep from wanting it too. She wanted him. She had wanted him for months but kept from so much as voicing her desires out of decency and an unwillingness to jeopardize his relationship with Akeno but here he was, touching her. Kissing her. Playing with her breasts. Rubbing his manhood on her.

Surely she couldn't be blamed for one night's weakness, even if it was with the one person she wasn't allowed to have. It would just be for tonight. She'd let herself have this just once and never again. She would wake up before him and make herself proper. Naruto would get up in the morning and probably wouldn't even remember how he got to her room, much less what they did. She would act normal, pretend nothing had transpired between them. He would smile that sheepish smile of his that always made her want to caress his face and apologize for his mistake. She would smile and tell him all was well and they would both continue with their lives, only one of them aware of the truth. But for now, she would indulge in the carnal pleasures he wanted to grant.

The forbidden fruits always taste the sweetest, she thought as she returned his kiss, letting him explore her oral cavity with his tongue and returning the favour as best as she could. Her inexperience was glaring compared to what he did but Naruto seemed not to notice. They sucked face for what felt like minutes to Suzaku and she would be perfectly content even if they were to do it all night long. He might be a drunken mess but Naruto was nothing if not a skilled lover; he sucked and gently nibbled on her lips when he wasn't busy massaging her oral muscle with his own and all the while his hands never ceased to wander, to search, find, caress and grope her. She didn't know when he'd let her leg rest atop his waist so as to play with her ass but it didn't matter. He kneaded and rubbed her behind so pleasantly, each circle he traced sending a shiver down her spine and each impassioned squeeze he gave eliciting a moan from deep within her. His hands are so soft…

It was not difficult to be overwhelmed and it didn't take long, at least not for her. The alcohol on his breath no longer bothered her. In fact, she barely registered it anymore when faced with the onslaught of sensations emanating from every part of her body in contact with him, especially her overestimated pussy which now wept, completely soaking her panties which now clung to her crotch and made the feeling of Naruto's cock rubbing on her even more pronounced. Her head swam, her body wiggled impotently and sweat made her pajamas rub uncomfortably on her skin. She desperately wanted to take them off. She wanted to be free. To feel him on her. He broke their liplock to suckle on the crook of her neck and her pussy throbbed desperately, hungering to be filled. She moaned out loud, uncaring of whether or not Akeno could hear her.

A familiar swelling had begun to rise in her gut when Naruto abruptly stopped. A protesting sound escaped her reddened lips only for it to morph into a yelp as he roughly yanked her undergarments down, unintentionally tearing the fabric. The shock had barely worn off when he pulled his boxers off in one go and barely half a dozen seconds later, she felt his penis, hot and throbbing, make contact with her bare sex.

No, he wasn't just making contact; she felt his glans slip past her labia and widen her hole.He had already found her entrance and had begun pushing his way into her. He was going to fuck her. He was going to take her virginity. It was the split-second realization that returned a semblance of rationality to her and she opened her mouth to say…something.

"Naruto, wa-aah~" she trailed off into a low pitched mewl as his cockhead popped into her, followed by the rest of his length until he was fully hilted in her and stretching her walls out to accommodate his girth. Naruto groaned into her ear, the sound a low rumble that made her skin tingle, and shuffled to position himself more comfortably. His movements caused his cock to shift in her, sending sparks shooting up from her plugged quim.

She could have probably fought him off, maybe even gotten him to see sense and have him go to his actual girlfriend, but he hadn't. Because she wanted it. The sheer wrongness of it all, the knowledge of the implications of their actions and the consequences were they to be caught would have scared her in any other situation, but now it only filled her with perverse delight.

So many taboos had been broken in one night. The Himejima family was deeply traditional, to the point where they kicked back against the laxity of modern rules. She wasn't meant to marry. She wasn't meant to lose her virginity. She wasn't meant to have a lover and she most certainly wasn't meant to have one in the form of her cousin's.

And yet here she was. He was inside her. He was completely inside her. He had filled her as completely as she had taken him in. They had attained the height of intimacy, the closest humanly possible thing to being one. Her first man, perhaps even her only man, was Naruto. Akeno's sunflower. He had planted himself in her cousin and now, he was rooted deeply in her.

She could feel him in her, every single inch of him, every single vein conveying blood through and around the rock hard phallus that had been so callously shoved into her. She felt its warmth seep through her vaginal walls and spread through her core. She felt his tip smear something in her as his cock shifted and she felt his balls resting comfortably underneath her labia, the soft roughness pronounced as it scraped against the hypersensitive skin.

All this was processed in under a second, for Naruto didn't give her time to be acclimatized to being filled with his cock. She assumed he'd have plowed Akeno enough times not to have to worry about her being too tight for him anymore but she wasn't Akeno. Not that he knew. So he began to pound away at her snatch, wearing down her walls with thrust after heavy thrust. She felt her own discharge lubricate his pistoning prick, gather in her inner thigh and trail down her skin.

"Oh fuck, Akeno," Naruto panted, his face flushed a deep red that made his eyes bolder. "You're so tonight tonight-"

"...Naruto~" It slightly stung that he still only saw his girlfriend, but it was quickly flushed away. Suzaku caressed his face with a hand, rubbing his cheek and digging her fingers into his hair. "It feels so good…you're so good~"

He muttered an unintelligible response before lifting her leg again. It seemed almost insignificant an action, until he shuffled and Suzaku bit her lip to muffle a squeal as he grazed somewhere he had yet to touch. Naruto, having noticed, gave her stiff nipple a firm but not harsh twist. This time, the noise that she'd tried so hard to muffle escaped her. Her wordless appreciation of his efforts appeared to spur him on as he intensified his thrusts, his already heavy pushes becoming even harder until her frame was being thrown with each shove into her weeping hole.

Suzaku couldn't keep still. The stimuli she'd received from their brief foreplay had quadrupled in intensity and her inexperienced body had no qualms about expressing its state. She writhed in his arms, her breasts pressing into him, sandwiching his busy hand between both their chests. Her hips practically moved on their own, bucking into her lover's thrusts and she felt her own pussy grow wetter, the excess lubrication making Naruto's hammering cock all but glide in and out of her.

It all happened so quickly, yet so slowly. Each action, every feeling, was registered in her mind. She felt the warmth of Naruto's hands and drank in the sight of his beet red face with the same vividity as the sensation of his cock slotting itself into her with an urgent frequency. The slick noise of his sharp exits and forcefully reentries reached her ears, melding with the sounds of her own gasps and moans as well as her forbidden lover's grunts and pants into a lewd melody that she knew would haunt many a lonely night in her future.

Akeno didn't know how lucky she was, getting to enjoy sex like this whenever she wished.

It was enough to get drunk on. The rhythmic lances of ecstasy that had been traveling through her with each thrust had rushed and smoothened out into a steady stream of bliss that made her heart race and her mind blur, unable to keep up with the still unfamiliar sensations chorusing through her body. She had no idea what noise she was making anymore, but she doubted it would matter to Naruto who continued to plow her with reckless abandon, fueled by raw lust and smothered inhibitions.

This couldn't be lovemaking. She'd read many books describing the act between a couple in love. It was gentle, soft and filled with sweet nothings in-between meticulous acts of intimacy. What Naruto was doing to her was the direct opposite. There were no words exchanged other than the occasional utterings that somehow managed to form amid more base noises and Naruto was nowhere near gentle with her. The only difference between her and a cocksleeve was that he either had the ingrained instinct to still concern himself with her own enjoyment if his playing with her tits and the occasional licking of her neck was any indicator or maybe he simply wasn't too far gone to stop caring.

This was too rough to be lovemaking. Too…harsh. And she loved every second of it. She loved the way the muscles in his arm shifted underneath her raised thigh with each movement of his hips. She loved the burning pain in her raised leg that mixed with the pleasure of her churned pussy. She loved the perfume of their tabooish act that filled her nose and the way her sweat-slickened body slipped and rubbed against Naruto's and most of all, she loved the swelling in her groin as it received the strongest stimulation it had ever experienced.

She was close, so close. It was all becoming too much for her. They must have been at it for nearly a dozen minutes now and Naruto didn't show any signs of slowing, much less stopping. Naruto. Oh, Naruto. She gazed lovingly into his lust-clouded blues. How she wished she could have been born younger. Luckier. How she wished she could have met him instead. How she wished he could have been hers. Her sunflower.

"A-Akeno, I-" Naruto's pants grew sharper and his thrusts became faster, albeit weaker. The increased speed was sufficient to push Suzaku over the edge and it was with a loud cry that she came, her flushed face going limp as she began to shake. It was a half-lucid decision that saw her closing in to kiss Naruto as waves of orgasmic bliss crashed into her, reducing her to a spasming mess with a pussy that contracted and creamed on Naruto's cock.

Naruto groaned into her mouth, the vibration sending a pleasant shiver down her spine as he continued to fuck her still orgasming hole. Her half-conscious mind faintly registered the sensation of his balls pulsating and his jackhammering prick throbbing before mildly swelling but she was quickly yanked back to reality when she felt a wet heat splatter in her womb followed by another as Naruto continued to move. He'd slowed greatly, but crammed himself into her hard enough to make her eyes roll. Each thrust was punctuated with a fresh helping of hot fluid that stained the walls of her womb and she felt him tense with each release into her innermost chamber.

Eventually, the rush ended, but she felt the same fluid escape his penis in weak dribbles that came to rest on her vaginal walls, no longer possessing the force to penetrate her womb and Naruto stopped thrusting. His prick had yet to soften, but it had shrunk enough for her to feel considerably less full than she had a few minutes ago. A part of her felt thankful for this; whatever he'd been doing had felt so good, she'd almost cum again.

"I love you," Naruto whispered breathlessly. He didn't make any move to pull himself out of her, but his letting go of her leg told her he was done for the moment. "You feel so good…"

At another time, Suzaku would have felt guilt. But now, she merely kissed him again, luxuriating in the feel of his lips, his body against hers and his half-flaccid penis that still stirred her insides delightfully. "I love you too."

Naruto purred satisfactorily. "Yeah, I…"

Suzaku waited for him to continue, but no follow-up came. A few seconds later, she heard him begin to lightly snore. "Oh, he's asleep." It was to be expected, he had gotten stone drunk and still came home to have sex.

He looked so different when he slept, she thought. There was none of the boyish cheer he usually sported or the tired scowl that marred his face after a particularly hard day. He looked at peace. He even still looks handsome this way, Suzaku thought as she ran her fingers through his hair with a smile. So innocent too. One wouldn't imagine he was even capable of sex, much less be good at it.

I better sleep too, she thought. It wouldn't do to wake up before he does.

She felt so full too.

….

It wasn't until she woke up again a few hours later that she came to a realization about what had happened while they were having sex. Naruto hadn't just cum inside her, he'd released the majority of it into her womb too. She'd spent minutes in a panic, visions of explaining to her family about how she'd gotten pregnant and their reaction when the baby came out with yellow hair, flashing through her mind, but she'd eventually regained herself and made a mental note to purchase pills after leaving.

And we'll have to use a condom next time, Suzaku thought, staring pensively at Naruto's sleeping form. A moment after, she caught onto her own train of thought. There wouldn't be a next time, not even the first time was nothing more than a mistake on one of the two's parts. A mistake he wasn't even sober enough to make on his own. Naruto had spent the entire time believing he was sleeping with his girlfriend — he hadn't even considered for a second that it wasn't her, even when faced with specific differences between them. He wouldn't even entertain, much less agree to sleep with her while of sound mind and disposition.

But shoving the blunt truth in her own face didn't make her feel any better. Naruto had become more than just her cousin's boyfriend and her secret crush: he had become her first, even if only she knew it, and that wasn't something she could forget. Especially not after he had made it so memorable too. She knew she most likely wouldn't and she most definitely shouldn't, but she wanted to have sex with him again. She wanted to do it many more times. And more than that, she wanted him to have sex with her. She wanted him to choose to do it with her. She wanted him to want her. She wanted him to call her name and praise her body.

But it would all remain wishful thinking.

She sighed heavily and moved to remove the blankets without alerting Naruto, but paused at the foot of the bed.

He was erect. Well, not completely, but he still stood partly hard. Suzaku licked her lips as she stared at his penis. The same penis that had wreaked havoc in her only a short while ago. He must have been having a pleasant dream.

She hummed thoughtfully, musing over a questioning she already knew the answer to.

…

Naruto woke up. And he immediately regretted it. His head was pounding, his stomach rebelled against him, his mouth felt like it'd been dry-aged and filled with sandpaper, his throat stung him when he tried to swallow and he felt drained somehow. But the most notable of the physical alerts registering in his conscious mind was that of a weight settling on his waist before an odd yet familiar sensation surrounded his groin area. He only spent a fraction of a second mulling it over before he began to succumb to the pull of sleep, only to be pulled back when the same sensation began to…move?

He slowly opened his eyes and looked down. His vision was still blurry and he hated every second his eyes were open, but he easily noticed something gently bouncing on his groin. As his vision cleared, the sight became a lot more vivid. It wasn't just bouncing, it was swallowing up his cock too. Ah, that explained the sensation. Akeno was riding him. He smiled, both pleased with himself for solving the case and with Akeno for the admittedly nice wake-up call, even if it'd be futile. He was going to fall asleep anytime now.

Wait…Akeno wasn't this tight. She wasn't this heavy either and her moans weren't as deep as the ones he was hearing. It was apprehensive curiosity that made him open his eyes again, this time enough to see exactly who was on top of him.

She looked like Akeno at a first glance, but he didn't graduate by making conclusions at a first glance. She was a lot more filled out than Akeno. Like a more…womanly version of his girlfriend. The absence of the large orange hair band was quickly noticed and it didn't take long before his eyes picked up her more delicate facial features as well as her lighter colored eyes.

It really wasn't Akeno.

"Suzaku?" he rasped out, disbelief saturating his voice. Of all the things he'd expected to wake up to, this wasn't it.

Suzaku smiled softly at him, but didn't stop moving. Unbidden, Naruto noticed how her breasts swayed in correspondence with her movements, tracing a pattern that, in any other situation, would have been considered hypnotic. "Naruto…how are you?"

Naruto still couldn't believe it. How could she sound so casual while fucking him? He tried not to focus on how good her insides felt as he spoke again. "What are you doing? Why are…ohh-" he trailed off, a consequence of her rocking her hips as she descended.

"We're in your dream, silly," she giggled.

"My…what?" He winced. "But my head hurts, it feels real."

"Shh," she leaned in to place a finger on his lips. He couldn't help noticing how delicate her finger was. Just like Akeno's. They really were cut from the same cloth. "Don't think about it, just enjoy."

"But it's wrong," he argued. "I shouldn't be dreaming of you."

"But you are~" she moaned as she continued to gently bounce on him. "It's just a dream, you're fine."

"I…" Naruto sighed. It was hard to think when his head hurt but he felt so good. Maybe she was right; a dream, no matter how vivid, was just a dream. Besides, Suzaku looked too comfortable on top of him for a virgin, which Akeno said she was. He couldn't deny having had fantasies of the older Himejima before, but he was perfectly content with keeping them as just that.

Shit, what the hell. If he was already hungover here, he almost wanted to never wake up if it meant avoiding the real deal.

"I guess you're right," he muttered. "The real you wouldn't do any of this anyway."

Suzaku simply gave him a playful wink that made his face burn and continued to move. He wished she would go faster or harder, but his limbs felt like lead and he'd probably wake up if his brain activity increased. Was this what a lucid dream was like? It was…pretty okay.

And God, did she feel good. Naruto could feel every detail of her vagina as clearly as he could see his glistening cock leaving her each time she lifted herself. She was wet. More than Akeno was, and she took him a lot deeper too. Everytime she fully sat on him, he felt himself bottom out in her, an experience he was used to, but it felt different when he didn't reach the end of her tunnel so easily. Maybe this was what it was like to fuck a complete adult, not someone still in the process of growth.

"I could get used to this," he whispered. He saw Suzaku smirk, but didn't have much time to make another remark before he began to doze off again. The ache in his head dulled thankfully as his thoughts became fuzzier, but before he passed out once more, his last thought was of how it was possible to fall asleep in a dream.

…

I get the feeling this one's for real.

The headache had thankfully subsided but his stomach still felt funny in a bad way and he would probably die if he didn't get a drink of water. He lay on the bed staring at the ceiling as he contemplated the disturbing vivid dream he'd just woken from. It was one thing to have dreams of a person, but having wet dreams of someone he wasn't meant to was an entirely different matter.

Suzaku's hot, but she's Akeno's cousin, he thought. I've never even really thought of doing her before, why would I suddenly start dreaming of her? We haven't even seen each other in months.

Ah, it was probably a one time thing. He wouldn't achieve anything by overthrowing it. He sighed and made to get up, but froze, still staring up at the ceiling.

The bedroom he shared with a

Akeno had a few writings scribbled on the ceiling courtesy of his girlfriend who said it warded off evil spirits. Those writings were absent here. The pillows felt off, the bedspread felt too damp to be his and there was a blanket where there was meant to be none. The room smelled funny too. Where the hell was he?

He looked down at the wall facing him and sighed in relief. He was in the guest room. Thank God; it'd be so awkward if he'd broken into and slept nude in some neighbor's home. It wasn't unheard of for some doors to have matching keys here. He yanked the blanket off his person, only to whip his head back as he caught a glimpse of a humanoid shape behind him. It was a woman.

She wasn't Akeno. She had hair like Akeno and a few similar features, but that was where the resemblance ended. It didn't take him long to draw unpleasant parallels between his memories and what he was seeing. It was Suzaku and she was as naked as he was. The room smelled pungent and the bedspread was damp.

He hadn't been dreaming.

"Well, this is interesting."

Naruto frantically turned to face the direction the voice had come from, and his stomach sank. Seated on a chair on the other side of the room, Akeno sported an amused smirk as she watched him flail around. ,"A-Akeno…"

"It looks like you had an interesting night," she commented, glancing at her cousin who continued to sleep, oblivious to the tension in the room. "I knew you were back when I heard you open the door and I saw your clothes dumped in the living room and I knew you'd gone out drinking, but I assumed you would have found your way to our room."

"So you could imagine my surprise when I not only didn't see you in our room, but found you in the guest room. And you didn't just sleep, you slept with my cousin," she continued, still smiling.

Naruto felt sick. He really had done it with her. But Suzaku was supposed to be a virgin! Did that mean he was her first? "Akeno, I swear I didn't know. I-"

"I know you didn't know, Naruto," Akeno shrugged. "But you've done it. There's no going back now. Suzaku won't be okay with just having sex once, you know."

"I'm sorry, I can talk with her about it so we never do it again and-"

"What are you talking about? Stopping?" Akeno grinned. "I think us three are going to have a lot of fun from now on."

What?