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Bitter-Sweet

by Cesium 0 reviews

Inoshi always loved how Shikaku would touch him. How his callused hands and damp lips would caress his skin and his body. Inoshi couldn't help but give it... It always felt so good at first... [Shi...

Category: Naruto - Rating: R - Genres: Angst, Drama, Erotica - Characters: Inoshi, Shikato - Warnings: [X] - Published: 2007-04-23 - Updated: 2007-04-24 - 619 words - Complete

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Inoshi always loved how Shikaku would touch him. How his callused hands and damp lips would caress his skin and his body. Inoshi couldn't help but give it...

It always felt so good at first...

In the beginning, it would always feel good. Shikaku would pull him into an embrace, holding him to his muscular chest with strong hands. Inoshi could never pull away from him.

Not his strong, athletic body. The tanned, scarred skin that felt so nice against his own. The lean, muscular form that seemed to fit so perfectly against his own...

Not his masculine smell, which always reminded Inoshi of freedom. He always smelt of hay and oil, from his companionship with the deer and his work as one of the main medicine-makers for the village...

Not with the sound of his heartbeat to calm while his own pounded in his chest. Not with him whispering such wonderful promises in his ear with his low, hissy voice. His voice scared Inoshi sometimes. It reminded him of death. But, when it was purring such sweet praises, all he could think of was what he knew was going to happen next...

Shikaku would place a gentle kiss on the ear that had just received his praises and warm breath. Inoshi would always burrow his face into the crook of Shikaku's neck, having always been shy around the slightly older man. Shikaku would chuckle softly, reaching up with one hand to pet Inoshi's long, hay-colored hair as he promised to never hurt him. He would never move his other hand off of Inoshi's back, though, not wanting him to get away. Not that Inoshi would ever try. He could never deny Shikaku...

Inoshi would clench his fists in the back of Shikaku's deerskin vest, him burrowing deeper into the warm crook of Shikaku's neck. He would open his eyes slightly, just enough to see the long scar on Shikaku's jaw...

For some reason, even as an adult, he always thought he was immortal. His voice, his power, his skills with the shadows... Sometimes he mistook him for Death...

He had to see the scars to remind himself that Shikaku was only human...

Immediately after seeing it, he would close his eyes tightly once more. His hands would let go of Shikaku's vest, sliding up to hand onto his sturdy, oddly balanced shoulders, as if for support. Shikaku would then let his own hands slide down Inoshi's back, curving down the arch of his spine and making Inoshi shiver and gasp softly when he caressed his ass...

Inoshi always knew what would happen next...

Shikaku would never bother to head to the bedroom or anything (unless they were already there). No, instead, he would press the smaller blonde to the nearest wall, forcing him out of his neck to kiss him...

His kisses were always sweet and soft, at first. His lips and his mouth always tasted bitter, though. Like the Sake which clung to the insides of his mouth after every drink...

Like what they would do after the dark-haired man striped them of both their clothes...

Like how they would deny what they did to their wives...

Like how they would lie to their own children...

After it was done; After the scarred man had his way with the hay-blonde, he would hold Inoshi's face with such care with his scarred, callused hands that Inoshi could feel his own quick pulse under the strong fingertips... Shikaku would force the blonde to look in his oddly dark eyes and would coo once last sweet praise before kissing him with bitter lips...

His kisses were always Bitter-Sweet... And after everything was done, Inoshi always felt sick to his stomach...
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