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Innocence From Ashes
Chapter 10
Naruto was humming softly as he skipped ahead of his littermate. The moon was so very bright, and illuminated the little clearing in an almost effervescent glow. The rippling pond water twinkled like a sheet of diamond, the soft tinkling and rushing of the little waterfall was an enchanting counterpoint to the song of the soft wind through the leaves. And soon the shifting moss and bits of soft bracken below his bare feet changed to silken sand, still slightly warmed from the heat of the day.
Naruto gave a little chirp of delight, and wasted no time shedding clothes that were already just a little too tight all over. By tomorrow they would no longer fit at all. How odd, usually they did their growing at night, when asleep. But already he knew he was taller, stronger. He glanced at his abandoned clothing. He decided then and there that he would not put them back on. Tonight, he would sleep and feel his littermate’s warm flesh against his own, all night.
Sasuke was hypnotized as he watched his mate strip before him. Naruto was so damned graceful most of the time, and now was definitely not the exception. He was powerfully excited. Tonight… now… he would make that beautiful blonde his. Forever and for all time. Tonight, he would be inside his dobe.
His clothes dropped to the forest floor as quickly as Naruto’s.
Moonlight glanced off the sleek curve of Naruto’s buttocks as he waded into the cool water with a melodious chuckle, glinted off the shining surfaces of his dobe’s body. It was as if Naruto was limned in moonlight. Jesus God, he’s so beautiful. And Sasuke was already so hard he hurt. He was already leaking, and so very ready to claim what was rightfully his, what had always been his, and what would always be his.
In but a moment, Sasuke was in the pond beside him, water warm and almost frothy against his thighs, bubbling and sparkling like some massive vat of champagne. And there was no time to play, no time to bathe. He couldn’t breathe, Naruto smelled so damn good. All he could see was the sight of his blonde in a wash of delicate moonlight. All he could think about was touching Naruto, kissing him, loving him. God… so beautiful, so intoxicating…so… his!
And then there was skin like velvet under his fingers, his blonde turning slowly to face him, and he heard Naruto give a soft hitch of breath to see the stark desire and obsession in his littermate’s not so dark eyes.
Naruto felt like he was strangling. He’d been intent on play in the water, but then fiercely gentle fingers had touched his shoulders and turned him around, and the look in Sasuke’s red shot black eyes suddenly stole all the air from the world. It was amazing how so light a touch and nudge suddenly communicated an all consuming desire in a single heartbeat.
And they were kissing, like never before. There had been no light touch of lip upon lip, no gentle nudge of a wet tongue, no… it had been open and raw and burning hot from the moment they drew close enough together.
And now Naruto was drowning. Sasuke was pressed up against him, from toe to face, every inch of that warm quivering flesh demanding his response, and the blonde was helpless to do anything but submit. And god, such an aggressive submission!
Giving a sharp cry of demanding passion, he jumped up and latched his slim legs around Sasuke’s waist, mouth hot and hungry and delving deep into the darker boy’s very soul. Slender fingers tangled deep and hard, just shy of hurting, into dark thick hair.
Sasuke laughed huskily into the kiss, staggering backwards from the considerable weight in his arms now, and fell back on the water dampened sand, half in, half out of the pond.
And Kyuubi watched it all.
Naruto was straddling the other boy, knees and elbows digging into the wet sand, leaning over to continue what had to be the deepest, wettest and longest kiss in history. Their mouths never parted, dragging in quick gulps of air only when they shifted slightly, to intensify something that was already heart stopping from the beginning.
Naruto was rocking firmly, rubbing himself against the burning hard heat that pressed so insistently against his belly.
Sasuke growled softly, running damp hands down the still dry expanse of Naruto’s back, the fingers skipping and catching on the contrast of dry and wet. He growled again, resenting the fact that the water wasn’t nearly so slippery as it had initially seemed to be.
That hand slid over the velvety curve of a wet backside, and fingers delved into a very sensitive cleft. Naruto whimpered into Sasuke’s greedy mouth, to feel those hard fingers tickling his tender entrance so enticingly.
“More!” the blonde squealed into the kiss, rocking harder, pressing faster. Of all the times he and his littermate had played, he’d never felt so damn urgent for something he couldn’t understand. All he knew was that the feel of Sasuke’s fingers against his anus lit a need, a fire, a craving thirst inside him that must be quenched. “Please!”
And Sasuke was more than eager to appease the now wild blonde on his body. Grinning savagely, he stroked and probed and tickled and teased, and Naruto responded beautifully. He arched and purred, rocked and growled, mewled and whimpered, and danced so deliciously upon his body.
But something was wrong…
The water, at first so user friendly, wasn’t the best lubricant to be had, and it was already drying from his mate’s shivering body. He would hurt Naruto if he went on. God, no... not again…
“Chichiue,” he cried softly in desperation, breaking the endless kiss. He couldn’t hurt his beautiful blonde in that way again! “Help us!”
And Kyuubi was there, warm and huge beside them, head lowered over their writhing bodies as he blew a long and smoky breath over both them and the pond.
The scent of sandalwood filled their nostrils, strong, powerful, and very erotic. And the water lapping at their legs and hips was suddenly slippery as oil. Sasuke’s dry fingers were suddenly drenched in blissful slickness, and they slid deep inside the blonde, two at once.
Sasuke drew in a surprised gasp to feel how hot and tight and slick Naruto was inside. The silken lining clenched around his fingers, and as the glide continued, they slid over a swelling knot inside his blonde. And he grinned fiercely. Oh yeah, he knew what that was…
Naruto threw back his shaggy blonde head with a shocked cry of ecstasy, face bathed in moonlight, and looked straight into the face of his chichiue.
And Kyuubi’s heart skipped a beat. Naruto’s eyes were huge, wide open, the pupils so dilated that only the merest hint of blue encircled them, blue that was eaten away by glowing red. And Naruto’s eyes began to burn as brightly as his body, as he drew in a choking, shuddering breath.
“Yes,” Kyuubi breathed softly, his own heart pounding in time to the two lovers before him. “This is the way it’s supposed to be, Kit. This is the way it will always be. He is your mate… forever.”
And Naruto’s blazing eyes closed slowly from the intense pleasure inside his body, those wickedly thorough fingers rubbing firmly but gently over that spot that sent white hot ecstasy racing through his body without let.
And below him, Sasuke was as reactive to the moment as his blonde. Dark eyes were red as blood, tomoes spinning wildly, growing, melting and merging together, forming a six pointed star in each eye.
Kyuubi lowered his head slightly to stare into the strangeness that had become Sasuke’s eyes. “Now, Cub,” he whispered softly. “Take him now, he is more than ready.”
Sasuke was already moving, fingers slipping free, which earned a sharp cry of denial from his blonde, hands on slippery hips, shifting Naruto slightly up and back, and then…
Contact!
Naruto gave a whimpering gasp to feel something so hard, so hot, so damn urgent nudge him open for a second, and then Sasuke was inside, sliding deep and firm, plum taut head grinding against the swelling that was bigger inside him, more exquisitely sensitive. He couldn’t help himself.
He threw back his head once more and screamed Sasuke’s name.
Kyuubi’s tails were around them, soft, silken, like an eiderdown net, drawing them even closer together, and closer to himself. It was like a bolt of electricity through his massive body, the passion and pleasure boiling inside his two beloved children. The Kitsune coiled his body around the writhing ones of his offspring.
“When he comes, Cub, mark him. Claim him. He is yours now; I give him to you. Take from me what you need to always guard and protect him. You are his Avenger, and this time you will be filled with his light, instead of darkness.”
Sasuke was locked to his blonde’s body, arching and thrusting, hands sliding up that silky smooth back to draw Naruto down closer to his body, bring his so beautiful face back where he could see it, kiss it, love it. God, Naruto was so hot, so tight, so very passionate and so in love with him. God…
“Naruto…” he gasped, shaken to his core by the intensity of their lovemaking. “I love you…”
Satisfied, Kyuubi coiled tighter pressing the three of them harder together as his head raised slightly.
“Feel it, Kit, all the pleasure and love this one has for you. Feel it, know it. He will always love you.” He’d better, or Kyuubi would kill him again. “He is your lover, your protector, your guardian, and your mate.”
“S…S…Sas… suke…” Naruto could barely speak from the pleasure coursing through every inch of his body. “My… my mate…”
Said mate was surging into him, over and over again, each retreat an agony of emptiness, each renewed thrust an obliterating ecstasy no one else could ever give him. God, Sasuke…
“Yes,” Kyuubi went on, his own eyes burning as brightly as theirs, his voice oddly resonate and powerful. “You are my heir, my prince. And he is your Avenger. I give him to you now. Mark him when he marks you. Make him as much yours as you are his.”
And he breathed on them again, soft and warm and loving. He could feel the pleasure pulsing through their bodies, spiraling wider to include him in their ecstasy, and the fox’s breath caught; he’d never felt anything like it before. So much passion and love, completely obsessed with each other; so much pleasure, and ecstasy, the likes of which they would never, ever find with anyone else, only with each other. By all that was holy… Kyuubi felt almost faint.
It was time…
His head dropped, his breath was hot and moist where they were merged together. It was time to make them both climax, make them mark each other, and fulfill the new destiny he had in store for them. And though it would diminish him just a little bit more, he would have what he would have. His kit and his cub, together, forever. They would take his place in the scheme of things. It was time…
When the two of them, locked together in what seemed like an eternity of pleasure so intense, they thought they would die, felt that hot wet tongue, rough and tingling, lave over their joining, it was too much. Too much heat, too much wetness, too much pleasure and power surging through their sensitive bodies.
“Now…” Kyuubi breathed against their union.
Their eyes were open, locked on each other as their bodies trembled a moment, poised on the brink of ultimate completion, open and glowing so brightly, they lit the surrounding clearing with a soft red luminescence. They shivered, then shuddered, and then fell over, with sharp cries from opened mouths that glowed softly red for a moment, canines elongated.
And they were coming, together, their orgasms ripping through their bodies with the force of a supernova, bright, burning, completely obliterating, and they buried their faces in each other necks, sharp teeth sinking deep, the glint of blood and red tinted saliva. One suck, that was all it took, and they were lost.
Their shared climax spiraled wide and hot, and caught Kyuubi in its brilliant sweep. The great fox jerked, coiled tighter against the shuddering, straining bodies, and he then threw back his head and howled to the fiercely white moon overhead as he fell over with them into bliss.
And a blinding light burst in the clearing, setting the roiling pond alight. It shot between the shaking trees, fluttering leaves, and panicked wildlife. It flashed high and bright into the sky in glittering beams that touched and pieced the night darkened wisps of clouds. It was a sudden burst of power and light that could be seen for miles.
And then all went dark.
It took a very long moment for the fox to finally lift his head, shaken and utterly spent by not only what he had done, but by what he had felt.
Safely ensconced in the shelter of his quivering tails, lay his children, still locked together, the red glow of their eyes extinguished by closed lids, their bodies slick with sweat and Naruto’s precious semen, shivering softly in exhausted and satiated rest. Breath finally slowing, thundering heartbeats gradually calming.
They murmured words of love softly, snuggled closer to each other. There was the moist sound of Sasuke sliding free of his mate’s body, but the two of them were much too drowsy and satisfied to take note. And then they were asleep. Deeply asleep.
Kyuubi dipped his head, nudged theirs aside slightly, and began to lick blood and saliva from their wounded necks. The flesh tingled a moment, and then began to heal. And the great fox smiled in satisfaction.
There, on each of their necks, ironically not very far from where Sasuke’s curse seal used to lay, were his own seals. The exact duplicate, except in miniature, of the seal that once adorned Naruto’s belly. The mark of the Nine Tailed Demon Lord, assigned to him so long ago by the Yondaime. But it was no longer solely his mark now. Now it stood for them, his heirs, his successors. His Kit and his Cub.
It was done.
Chapter 10
Naruto was humming softly as he skipped ahead of his littermate. The moon was so very bright, and illuminated the little clearing in an almost effervescent glow. The rippling pond water twinkled like a sheet of diamond, the soft tinkling and rushing of the little waterfall was an enchanting counterpoint to the song of the soft wind through the leaves. And soon the shifting moss and bits of soft bracken below his bare feet changed to silken sand, still slightly warmed from the heat of the day.
Naruto gave a little chirp of delight, and wasted no time shedding clothes that were already just a little too tight all over. By tomorrow they would no longer fit at all. How odd, usually they did their growing at night, when asleep. But already he knew he was taller, stronger. He glanced at his abandoned clothing. He decided then and there that he would not put them back on. Tonight, he would sleep and feel his littermate’s warm flesh against his own, all night.
Sasuke was hypnotized as he watched his mate strip before him. Naruto was so damned graceful most of the time, and now was definitely not the exception. He was powerfully excited. Tonight… now… he would make that beautiful blonde his. Forever and for all time. Tonight, he would be inside his dobe.
His clothes dropped to the forest floor as quickly as Naruto’s.
Moonlight glanced off the sleek curve of Naruto’s buttocks as he waded into the cool water with a melodious chuckle, glinted off the shining surfaces of his dobe’s body. It was as if Naruto was limned in moonlight. Jesus God, he’s so beautiful. And Sasuke was already so hard he hurt. He was already leaking, and so very ready to claim what was rightfully his, what had always been his, and what would always be his.
In but a moment, Sasuke was in the pond beside him, water warm and almost frothy against his thighs, bubbling and sparkling like some massive vat of champagne. And there was no time to play, no time to bathe. He couldn’t breathe, Naruto smelled so damn good. All he could see was the sight of his blonde in a wash of delicate moonlight. All he could think about was touching Naruto, kissing him, loving him. God… so beautiful, so intoxicating…so… his!
And then there was skin like velvet under his fingers, his blonde turning slowly to face him, and he heard Naruto give a soft hitch of breath to see the stark desire and obsession in his littermate’s not so dark eyes.
Naruto felt like he was strangling. He’d been intent on play in the water, but then fiercely gentle fingers had touched his shoulders and turned him around, and the look in Sasuke’s red shot black eyes suddenly stole all the air from the world. It was amazing how so light a touch and nudge suddenly communicated an all consuming desire in a single heartbeat.
And they were kissing, like never before. There had been no light touch of lip upon lip, no gentle nudge of a wet tongue, no… it had been open and raw and burning hot from the moment they drew close enough together.
And now Naruto was drowning. Sasuke was pressed up against him, from toe to face, every inch of that warm quivering flesh demanding his response, and the blonde was helpless to do anything but submit. And god, such an aggressive submission!
Giving a sharp cry of demanding passion, he jumped up and latched his slim legs around Sasuke’s waist, mouth hot and hungry and delving deep into the darker boy’s very soul. Slender fingers tangled deep and hard, just shy of hurting, into dark thick hair.
Sasuke laughed huskily into the kiss, staggering backwards from the considerable weight in his arms now, and fell back on the water dampened sand, half in, half out of the pond.
And Kyuubi watched it all.
Naruto was straddling the other boy, knees and elbows digging into the wet sand, leaning over to continue what had to be the deepest, wettest and longest kiss in history. Their mouths never parted, dragging in quick gulps of air only when they shifted slightly, to intensify something that was already heart stopping from the beginning.
Naruto was rocking firmly, rubbing himself against the burning hard heat that pressed so insistently against his belly.
Sasuke growled softly, running damp hands down the still dry expanse of Naruto’s back, the fingers skipping and catching on the contrast of dry and wet. He growled again, resenting the fact that the water wasn’t nearly so slippery as it had initially seemed to be.
That hand slid over the velvety curve of a wet backside, and fingers delved into a very sensitive cleft. Naruto whimpered into Sasuke’s greedy mouth, to feel those hard fingers tickling his tender entrance so enticingly.
“More!” the blonde squealed into the kiss, rocking harder, pressing faster. Of all the times he and his littermate had played, he’d never felt so damn urgent for something he couldn’t understand. All he knew was that the feel of Sasuke’s fingers against his anus lit a need, a fire, a craving thirst inside him that must be quenched. “Please!”
And Sasuke was more than eager to appease the now wild blonde on his body. Grinning savagely, he stroked and probed and tickled and teased, and Naruto responded beautifully. He arched and purred, rocked and growled, mewled and whimpered, and danced so deliciously upon his body.
But something was wrong…
The water, at first so user friendly, wasn’t the best lubricant to be had, and it was already drying from his mate’s shivering body. He would hurt Naruto if he went on. God, no... not again…
“Chichiue,” he cried softly in desperation, breaking the endless kiss. He couldn’t hurt his beautiful blonde in that way again! “Help us!”
And Kyuubi was there, warm and huge beside them, head lowered over their writhing bodies as he blew a long and smoky breath over both them and the pond.
The scent of sandalwood filled their nostrils, strong, powerful, and very erotic. And the water lapping at their legs and hips was suddenly slippery as oil. Sasuke’s dry fingers were suddenly drenched in blissful slickness, and they slid deep inside the blonde, two at once.
Sasuke drew in a surprised gasp to feel how hot and tight and slick Naruto was inside. The silken lining clenched around his fingers, and as the glide continued, they slid over a swelling knot inside his blonde. And he grinned fiercely. Oh yeah, he knew what that was…
Naruto threw back his shaggy blonde head with a shocked cry of ecstasy, face bathed in moonlight, and looked straight into the face of his chichiue.
And Kyuubi’s heart skipped a beat. Naruto’s eyes were huge, wide open, the pupils so dilated that only the merest hint of blue encircled them, blue that was eaten away by glowing red. And Naruto’s eyes began to burn as brightly as his body, as he drew in a choking, shuddering breath.
“Yes,” Kyuubi breathed softly, his own heart pounding in time to the two lovers before him. “This is the way it’s supposed to be, Kit. This is the way it will always be. He is your mate… forever.”
And Naruto’s blazing eyes closed slowly from the intense pleasure inside his body, those wickedly thorough fingers rubbing firmly but gently over that spot that sent white hot ecstasy racing through his body without let.
And below him, Sasuke was as reactive to the moment as his blonde. Dark eyes were red as blood, tomoes spinning wildly, growing, melting and merging together, forming a six pointed star in each eye.
Kyuubi lowered his head slightly to stare into the strangeness that had become Sasuke’s eyes. “Now, Cub,” he whispered softly. “Take him now, he is more than ready.”
Sasuke was already moving, fingers slipping free, which earned a sharp cry of denial from his blonde, hands on slippery hips, shifting Naruto slightly up and back, and then…
Contact!
Naruto gave a whimpering gasp to feel something so hard, so hot, so damn urgent nudge him open for a second, and then Sasuke was inside, sliding deep and firm, plum taut head grinding against the swelling that was bigger inside him, more exquisitely sensitive. He couldn’t help himself.
He threw back his head once more and screamed Sasuke’s name.
Kyuubi’s tails were around them, soft, silken, like an eiderdown net, drawing them even closer together, and closer to himself. It was like a bolt of electricity through his massive body, the passion and pleasure boiling inside his two beloved children. The Kitsune coiled his body around the writhing ones of his offspring.
“When he comes, Cub, mark him. Claim him. He is yours now; I give him to you. Take from me what you need to always guard and protect him. You are his Avenger, and this time you will be filled with his light, instead of darkness.”
Sasuke was locked to his blonde’s body, arching and thrusting, hands sliding up that silky smooth back to draw Naruto down closer to his body, bring his so beautiful face back where he could see it, kiss it, love it. God, Naruto was so hot, so tight, so very passionate and so in love with him. God…
“Naruto…” he gasped, shaken to his core by the intensity of their lovemaking. “I love you…”
Satisfied, Kyuubi coiled tighter pressing the three of them harder together as his head raised slightly.
“Feel it, Kit, all the pleasure and love this one has for you. Feel it, know it. He will always love you.” He’d better, or Kyuubi would kill him again. “He is your lover, your protector, your guardian, and your mate.”
“S…S…Sas… suke…” Naruto could barely speak from the pleasure coursing through every inch of his body. “My… my mate…”
Said mate was surging into him, over and over again, each retreat an agony of emptiness, each renewed thrust an obliterating ecstasy no one else could ever give him. God, Sasuke…
“Yes,” Kyuubi went on, his own eyes burning as brightly as theirs, his voice oddly resonate and powerful. “You are my heir, my prince. And he is your Avenger. I give him to you now. Mark him when he marks you. Make him as much yours as you are his.”
And he breathed on them again, soft and warm and loving. He could feel the pleasure pulsing through their bodies, spiraling wider to include him in their ecstasy, and the fox’s breath caught; he’d never felt anything like it before. So much passion and love, completely obsessed with each other; so much pleasure, and ecstasy, the likes of which they would never, ever find with anyone else, only with each other. By all that was holy… Kyuubi felt almost faint.
It was time…
His head dropped, his breath was hot and moist where they were merged together. It was time to make them both climax, make them mark each other, and fulfill the new destiny he had in store for them. And though it would diminish him just a little bit more, he would have what he would have. His kit and his cub, together, forever. They would take his place in the scheme of things. It was time…
When the two of them, locked together in what seemed like an eternity of pleasure so intense, they thought they would die, felt that hot wet tongue, rough and tingling, lave over their joining, it was too much. Too much heat, too much wetness, too much pleasure and power surging through their sensitive bodies.
“Now…” Kyuubi breathed against their union.
Their eyes were open, locked on each other as their bodies trembled a moment, poised on the brink of ultimate completion, open and glowing so brightly, they lit the surrounding clearing with a soft red luminescence. They shivered, then shuddered, and then fell over, with sharp cries from opened mouths that glowed softly red for a moment, canines elongated.
And they were coming, together, their orgasms ripping through their bodies with the force of a supernova, bright, burning, completely obliterating, and they buried their faces in each other necks, sharp teeth sinking deep, the glint of blood and red tinted saliva. One suck, that was all it took, and they were lost.
Their shared climax spiraled wide and hot, and caught Kyuubi in its brilliant sweep. The great fox jerked, coiled tighter against the shuddering, straining bodies, and he then threw back his head and howled to the fiercely white moon overhead as he fell over with them into bliss.
And a blinding light burst in the clearing, setting the roiling pond alight. It shot between the shaking trees, fluttering leaves, and panicked wildlife. It flashed high and bright into the sky in glittering beams that touched and pieced the night darkened wisps of clouds. It was a sudden burst of power and light that could be seen for miles.
And then all went dark.
It took a very long moment for the fox to finally lift his head, shaken and utterly spent by not only what he had done, but by what he had felt.
Safely ensconced in the shelter of his quivering tails, lay his children, still locked together, the red glow of their eyes extinguished by closed lids, their bodies slick with sweat and Naruto’s precious semen, shivering softly in exhausted and satiated rest. Breath finally slowing, thundering heartbeats gradually calming.
They murmured words of love softly, snuggled closer to each other. There was the moist sound of Sasuke sliding free of his mate’s body, but the two of them were much too drowsy and satisfied to take note. And then they were asleep. Deeply asleep.
Kyuubi dipped his head, nudged theirs aside slightly, and began to lick blood and saliva from their wounded necks. The flesh tingled a moment, and then began to heal. And the great fox smiled in satisfaction.
There, on each of their necks, ironically not very far from where Sasuke’s curse seal used to lay, were his own seals. The exact duplicate, except in miniature, of the seal that once adorned Naruto’s belly. The mark of the Nine Tailed Demon Lord, assigned to him so long ago by the Yondaime. But it was no longer solely his mark now. Now it stood for them, his heirs, his successors. His Kit and his Cub.
It was done.
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