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Innocence From Ashes
Chapter 12
Sasuke woke slowly, languidly, feeling more contented than he ever had in his life. Naruto was snuggled close to his chest, arms around his waist, their legs tangled together. And they were both as naked as the day they were born, nestled deep in the downy softness of Kyuubi’s tails.
Sleepily, Sasuke let his hand trail slowly down the warm satin of Naruto’s back, following the gentle curve of his spine and then the rounded firmness of that pert and perfect backside. Half hard from the moment he woke, his fingers drifted into the heated and secretive cleft hidden so coyly between those delectable globes, it became even warmer, and was more than a little sticky.
The memories of the previous night flashed through his mind with the force of a fist to the gut; excruciating heat, exquisite tightness, mind bending pleasure, and the most delicious mewls and cries coming from his dobe…
His mate!
His partial erection became a full blown throbbing, pressing against the flank of the only creature under the sun that had the power to excite him to sheer mindlessness.
“Mine,” he whispered possessively, those fingers moving in slow and sticky circles around that tightly crinkled rosebud. It twitched under his touch and Naruto gave a soft and needy moan. Sasuke felt something that wasn’t his own penis becoming hard and hot against his belly, and smirked triumphantly.
Obviously, Naruto was as obsessed and intense and hot for him as he was for the blonde.
Rising up on one elbow, he leaned over his mate and planted a lingering and moist kiss on the point of Naruto’s bare shoulder, tickling and teasing that hot little entrance.
Blue eyes slowly opened, making the glorious morning sky suddenly pale and drab. God, those eyes, those beautiful endless eyes! Sasuke’s breath caught in his throat to see all the love and drowsy passion there just for him. They kissed, long and deep and wet, tongues as loving as their hearts and bodies.
“Claim me again,” Naruto whispered in a husky voice, eyes clouding with desire. At the time when Chichiue had said such to his littermate last night, Naruto hadn’t really understood. But now… God, Naruto knew and wanted more. Right now.
He softly pushed back against Sasuke’s exploring fingers, feeling the tip of one sinking slightly inside. “Yessss… like that… please…”
Sasuke made a hissing sound in the back of his throat. “My pleasure, beautiful.” Already he was more than painfully excited, logic and reasoning flying out the window under his dobe’s passionate blue eyes and gently squirming body. Shit… if he didn’t do something soon, he was going to come right against all that warm velvet.
Though a dim haze, Sasuke realized there was a whole lot more of Naruto to love than before; after the sleep of night and the apparent massive growth spurt last night mature intimacies triggered, but Sasuke was more than okay with that. More warm skin to kiss and lick, more sensitive spots to discover and tease.
Last night they had been children when they first came together. Now, they were men.
They squirmed together, sliding over each other’s bodies, until Naruto was laying on his belly, swollen length trapped beneath him being mercilessly and deliciously ground into the warm, slightly damp sand below. Sasuke hovered over him, on his hands and knees, kissing and tonguing the tender nape of Naruto’s neck, tongue rasping over the faded but still legible seal on the blonde’s neck.
Naruto gasped to feel a sudden jolt race through him at that intimate lick, and he lifted his rear, pressing it firmly against the hard heat at Sasuke’s groin. Sasuke’s own gasp to feel the firm curve against his erection followed right on the other’s heels.
“Sasuke… my mate…” Naruto mewled, feeling that hardened length sliding insanely along the sticky cleft of his rear, a mimicry of last night’s actions. “Please… inside me… come inside me again…”
Hearing the blonde call him his mate and ask him to do that twisted the last of Sasuke’s rationale. He didn’t even think to check the pond; it would have fruitless in any event. Whatever power Kyuubi had used to turn water to oil had long ago passed, but happily enough, it wasn’t needed. Sasuke’s essence from the night before had been leaking slowly but surely from Naruto’s deepest recesses, leaving him warm and slippery and anxiously ready to feel his lover deep inside once more.
A quick shudder at the stab of lust that lanced right through his belly, Sasuke only had to shift minutely, and he was sliding slick and deep again. He gave a sharp cry of pleasure when Naruto instinctively flexed to keep that pleasurable shaft inside. Still being completely innocent despite their sexual need for each other, neither realized that what had happened last night, what was happening right now, and what would happen whenever they came together like this was not normal. Sasuke would never have to ease his blonde upon penetration; the moment Naruto’s body recognized the penis entering his body, it would loosen and open like the bud of a flower to the sun. There would never be any pain in their unions.
Kisses and nips, licks and sucks were exchanged, wherever and whenever lips met flesh.
Naruto gave a long and whimpering moan, hands fisting in Kyuubi’s luxurious tails at the long, endless, heart stopping glide, at the skip and jump of that meaty tip over the fleshy node that cloaked his prostate gland. Their bodies were even more made and meant for each other now; Sasuke’s body was designed to bring the ultimate pleasure to his blonde mate and lover, as Naruto’s was designed to grip and hug his guardian’s body.
Kyuubi’s tails twitched in reaction to those tightly gripping fingers, and the great red fox’s right leg kicked slightly, but the fox never woke. Still drained from his works the night before, it would take more than Naruto’s and Sasuke’s pleasured motions against his body to wake him. He wuffled softly in contentment, his sleep shrouded mind realizing what was afoot and encouraging it.
Sasuke moulded himself against the blonde’s back, as Naruto arched up like a cat into his lover’s embrace. The sudden frantic need that drove them to this point eased back as they panted softly, reveling in the feel of their lovemaking. When Sasuke moved again, it was a slow thrust, and an even more languid retreat, and Naruto undulated with him in a graceful dance.
Though the motions between them were slow and tenderly passionate, they were no less moved or enthralled than if it was another wild merging. Naruto quivered and breathed in staccato pants, occasionally giving a soft mewling cry at a particularly pleasurable sensation, moving instinctively against his mate, his lover, his most precious person. He was lost in a haze of dreamy pleasure, no less exciting for being so leisurely. And Sasuke felt each and every throb and pulse, every slither and slide inside with a white hot lance of sensation. He gasped and whispered endearments in a hoarse pleasure soaked voice.
Never again would they come together by force, with pain, or in degradation. Only enduring passion, obliterating pleasure, and loving equality.
The pace quickened, but the tenderness, the devotion to each other never flagged. Naruto felt his mate harden further, swell even bigger inside him, and began to whimper his own words of affection. Sasuke felt the blonde cling more tightly to him, inside and out, and knew the end was close; the timeless pleasure and passion would have to end sometime, lest they die from the sheer sensations flooding their very souls. And together they climbed the penultimate swells of love, the rising and falling of breath and body, and were together, one mind, one body, one soul at the peak of their lovemaking.
They froze solid together, completely merged, and their soft cries of completion were of how much they loved each other.
When they finally became aware of their surroundings once more, they lay together, back to chest, still joined, hands like bodies, back to front, and fingers as tangled together as they were.
Naruto felt tears blurring his eyes. There was something so astounding to be with the dark haired boy like this. Something so wonderful and miraculous. He couldn’t understand why, nor did that lack bother him. He was with his soul mate, his other half, his reason for being.
“I love you,” he whispered softly, tightening his fingers around the other’s, and felt the soft smile against the back of his neck, a burst of tangible emotions from the one behind and inside him, and knew that until the end of time, it would always be like this. Sasuke held him closer, and the movement of his cock still so deeply inbedded, the sensation of softening flesh against the drenched sheath made them both hitch a breath. And Sasuke began to harden again.
”You’re mine, Naruto,” the darker boy ground out, as he began to move again within. “Mine. And I’ll never let you go.”
“Good,” Naruto panted, releasing one of Sasuke’s hands to reach behind and cup the other’s head, turning his own so that their lips could meet. Tongues tangled wetly, and hips shifted together harder this time, the motions more urgent, more needy, despite the release of a moment ago. “God, I will never have enough of you, Teme…”
Sasuke laughed a quick burst into that sweet mouth, his now free hand gripping the blonde’s thigh, and turning it up and out, and sliding more firmly against that tenacious heat encasing him. Naruto obediently twined it around it’s mate, and rocked back against each deep thrust. Sasuke’s hand slid off that warm leg, and slipped to encircle a smaller length of flesh; hotter, harder, erotic and exciting as it pulsed against his palm.
It was over quickly this time, a hot flash, a sudden throb, and there was a burst of liquid fire deep in Naruto’s core, mirrored by the one on belly and hand. Sasuke growled softly, holding his dobe close and hard, the better to feel every pulse and tick, every flutter and throb of their mutual climax.
And then they relaxed bonelessly together, laughing a bit breathlessly at their ever ready need for each other. Finally sated, they stayed together like that, kissing fleetingly, touching teasingly, quite content to lay there together, wet, sticky and satiated until the end of time.
Or at least until the fluff and warmth of Kyuubi finally shifted, woke, and nudged their still joined bodies for a sleepy cat bath. They giggled when that rough tongue rasped over ticklish spots, and gasped when it laved sensitive bits. When the great fox was satisfied they were both clean from the exertions and passions of last night and this morning, they finally rose together, yawned, stretched and shook out the kinks.
Naruto playfully pushed Sasuke into the pond, and the wolf broke the surface with a shout of astonishment. The water was stimulatingly refreshing. Then, he shot from the water, grabbed the blonde, and drug him in with him, amid kisses and shoves and playful fisticuffs.
Kyuubi let them play, only listening to the laughter and shouts with half an each, as he sniffed the vine covered form of the encroaching human from last night.
When the man had stumbled across them the night before, the fox’s first instinct was to kill the interloper that stood to take so much from himself and his cub. Honestly, he’d been too weary to do so, but he wouldn’t have, in any event. This human had always been special to his kit. And though he had no intention of letting his golden prince return to his own kind, he was still grateful enough to the scar faced shinobi to let him live. Thus, when the vines had shot from the ground in the moonlight, they didn’t crush and slay, but merely hid and drugged. He didn’t want his precious kit to see this special man, and perhaps remember things better left forgotten.
Once Naruto and Sasuke finally waded from the pond, wringing water from their hair and chuckling, Kyuubi nosed some of the leftovers from last night on them, and they all ate to their hearts content. By the time they were finally finished, only a little remained of what had been a glorious feast.
And when they left the enchanted little dell in the mid morning, Naruto didn’t even glance at the cluster of vines at the edge of the tree line.
Sasuke did though, and gave a quirky smile to the fox. He felt the unconscious man’s chakra, dimly remembered it as something precious to his blonde, but dangerous to them all nonetheless.
In this lifetime at least, he and the great fox were in complete accord. Naruto was theirs, and theirs alone.
They vanished once more into the forest.
Chapter 12
Sasuke woke slowly, languidly, feeling more contented than he ever had in his life. Naruto was snuggled close to his chest, arms around his waist, their legs tangled together. And they were both as naked as the day they were born, nestled deep in the downy softness of Kyuubi’s tails.
Sleepily, Sasuke let his hand trail slowly down the warm satin of Naruto’s back, following the gentle curve of his spine and then the rounded firmness of that pert and perfect backside. Half hard from the moment he woke, his fingers drifted into the heated and secretive cleft hidden so coyly between those delectable globes, it became even warmer, and was more than a little sticky.
The memories of the previous night flashed through his mind with the force of a fist to the gut; excruciating heat, exquisite tightness, mind bending pleasure, and the most delicious mewls and cries coming from his dobe…
His mate!
His partial erection became a full blown throbbing, pressing against the flank of the only creature under the sun that had the power to excite him to sheer mindlessness.
“Mine,” he whispered possessively, those fingers moving in slow and sticky circles around that tightly crinkled rosebud. It twitched under his touch and Naruto gave a soft and needy moan. Sasuke felt something that wasn’t his own penis becoming hard and hot against his belly, and smirked triumphantly.
Obviously, Naruto was as obsessed and intense and hot for him as he was for the blonde.
Rising up on one elbow, he leaned over his mate and planted a lingering and moist kiss on the point of Naruto’s bare shoulder, tickling and teasing that hot little entrance.
Blue eyes slowly opened, making the glorious morning sky suddenly pale and drab. God, those eyes, those beautiful endless eyes! Sasuke’s breath caught in his throat to see all the love and drowsy passion there just for him. They kissed, long and deep and wet, tongues as loving as their hearts and bodies.
“Claim me again,” Naruto whispered in a husky voice, eyes clouding with desire. At the time when Chichiue had said such to his littermate last night, Naruto hadn’t really understood. But now… God, Naruto knew and wanted more. Right now.
He softly pushed back against Sasuke’s exploring fingers, feeling the tip of one sinking slightly inside. “Yessss… like that… please…”
Sasuke made a hissing sound in the back of his throat. “My pleasure, beautiful.” Already he was more than painfully excited, logic and reasoning flying out the window under his dobe’s passionate blue eyes and gently squirming body. Shit… if he didn’t do something soon, he was going to come right against all that warm velvet.
Though a dim haze, Sasuke realized there was a whole lot more of Naruto to love than before; after the sleep of night and the apparent massive growth spurt last night mature intimacies triggered, but Sasuke was more than okay with that. More warm skin to kiss and lick, more sensitive spots to discover and tease.
Last night they had been children when they first came together. Now, they were men.
They squirmed together, sliding over each other’s bodies, until Naruto was laying on his belly, swollen length trapped beneath him being mercilessly and deliciously ground into the warm, slightly damp sand below. Sasuke hovered over him, on his hands and knees, kissing and tonguing the tender nape of Naruto’s neck, tongue rasping over the faded but still legible seal on the blonde’s neck.
Naruto gasped to feel a sudden jolt race through him at that intimate lick, and he lifted his rear, pressing it firmly against the hard heat at Sasuke’s groin. Sasuke’s own gasp to feel the firm curve against his erection followed right on the other’s heels.
“Sasuke… my mate…” Naruto mewled, feeling that hardened length sliding insanely along the sticky cleft of his rear, a mimicry of last night’s actions. “Please… inside me… come inside me again…”
Hearing the blonde call him his mate and ask him to do that twisted the last of Sasuke’s rationale. He didn’t even think to check the pond; it would have fruitless in any event. Whatever power Kyuubi had used to turn water to oil had long ago passed, but happily enough, it wasn’t needed. Sasuke’s essence from the night before had been leaking slowly but surely from Naruto’s deepest recesses, leaving him warm and slippery and anxiously ready to feel his lover deep inside once more.
A quick shudder at the stab of lust that lanced right through his belly, Sasuke only had to shift minutely, and he was sliding slick and deep again. He gave a sharp cry of pleasure when Naruto instinctively flexed to keep that pleasurable shaft inside. Still being completely innocent despite their sexual need for each other, neither realized that what had happened last night, what was happening right now, and what would happen whenever they came together like this was not normal. Sasuke would never have to ease his blonde upon penetration; the moment Naruto’s body recognized the penis entering his body, it would loosen and open like the bud of a flower to the sun. There would never be any pain in their unions.
Kisses and nips, licks and sucks were exchanged, wherever and whenever lips met flesh.
Naruto gave a long and whimpering moan, hands fisting in Kyuubi’s luxurious tails at the long, endless, heart stopping glide, at the skip and jump of that meaty tip over the fleshy node that cloaked his prostate gland. Their bodies were even more made and meant for each other now; Sasuke’s body was designed to bring the ultimate pleasure to his blonde mate and lover, as Naruto’s was designed to grip and hug his guardian’s body.
Kyuubi’s tails twitched in reaction to those tightly gripping fingers, and the great red fox’s right leg kicked slightly, but the fox never woke. Still drained from his works the night before, it would take more than Naruto’s and Sasuke’s pleasured motions against his body to wake him. He wuffled softly in contentment, his sleep shrouded mind realizing what was afoot and encouraging it.
Sasuke moulded himself against the blonde’s back, as Naruto arched up like a cat into his lover’s embrace. The sudden frantic need that drove them to this point eased back as they panted softly, reveling in the feel of their lovemaking. When Sasuke moved again, it was a slow thrust, and an even more languid retreat, and Naruto undulated with him in a graceful dance.
Though the motions between them were slow and tenderly passionate, they were no less moved or enthralled than if it was another wild merging. Naruto quivered and breathed in staccato pants, occasionally giving a soft mewling cry at a particularly pleasurable sensation, moving instinctively against his mate, his lover, his most precious person. He was lost in a haze of dreamy pleasure, no less exciting for being so leisurely. And Sasuke felt each and every throb and pulse, every slither and slide inside with a white hot lance of sensation. He gasped and whispered endearments in a hoarse pleasure soaked voice.
Never again would they come together by force, with pain, or in degradation. Only enduring passion, obliterating pleasure, and loving equality.
The pace quickened, but the tenderness, the devotion to each other never flagged. Naruto felt his mate harden further, swell even bigger inside him, and began to whimper his own words of affection. Sasuke felt the blonde cling more tightly to him, inside and out, and knew the end was close; the timeless pleasure and passion would have to end sometime, lest they die from the sheer sensations flooding their very souls. And together they climbed the penultimate swells of love, the rising and falling of breath and body, and were together, one mind, one body, one soul at the peak of their lovemaking.
They froze solid together, completely merged, and their soft cries of completion were of how much they loved each other.
When they finally became aware of their surroundings once more, they lay together, back to chest, still joined, hands like bodies, back to front, and fingers as tangled together as they were.
Naruto felt tears blurring his eyes. There was something so astounding to be with the dark haired boy like this. Something so wonderful and miraculous. He couldn’t understand why, nor did that lack bother him. He was with his soul mate, his other half, his reason for being.
“I love you,” he whispered softly, tightening his fingers around the other’s, and felt the soft smile against the back of his neck, a burst of tangible emotions from the one behind and inside him, and knew that until the end of time, it would always be like this. Sasuke held him closer, and the movement of his cock still so deeply inbedded, the sensation of softening flesh against the drenched sheath made them both hitch a breath. And Sasuke began to harden again.
”You’re mine, Naruto,” the darker boy ground out, as he began to move again within. “Mine. And I’ll never let you go.”
“Good,” Naruto panted, releasing one of Sasuke’s hands to reach behind and cup the other’s head, turning his own so that their lips could meet. Tongues tangled wetly, and hips shifted together harder this time, the motions more urgent, more needy, despite the release of a moment ago. “God, I will never have enough of you, Teme…”
Sasuke laughed a quick burst into that sweet mouth, his now free hand gripping the blonde’s thigh, and turning it up and out, and sliding more firmly against that tenacious heat encasing him. Naruto obediently twined it around it’s mate, and rocked back against each deep thrust. Sasuke’s hand slid off that warm leg, and slipped to encircle a smaller length of flesh; hotter, harder, erotic and exciting as it pulsed against his palm.
It was over quickly this time, a hot flash, a sudden throb, and there was a burst of liquid fire deep in Naruto’s core, mirrored by the one on belly and hand. Sasuke growled softly, holding his dobe close and hard, the better to feel every pulse and tick, every flutter and throb of their mutual climax.
And then they relaxed bonelessly together, laughing a bit breathlessly at their ever ready need for each other. Finally sated, they stayed together like that, kissing fleetingly, touching teasingly, quite content to lay there together, wet, sticky and satiated until the end of time.
Or at least until the fluff and warmth of Kyuubi finally shifted, woke, and nudged their still joined bodies for a sleepy cat bath. They giggled when that rough tongue rasped over ticklish spots, and gasped when it laved sensitive bits. When the great fox was satisfied they were both clean from the exertions and passions of last night and this morning, they finally rose together, yawned, stretched and shook out the kinks.
Naruto playfully pushed Sasuke into the pond, and the wolf broke the surface with a shout of astonishment. The water was stimulatingly refreshing. Then, he shot from the water, grabbed the blonde, and drug him in with him, amid kisses and shoves and playful fisticuffs.
Kyuubi let them play, only listening to the laughter and shouts with half an each, as he sniffed the vine covered form of the encroaching human from last night.
When the man had stumbled across them the night before, the fox’s first instinct was to kill the interloper that stood to take so much from himself and his cub. Honestly, he’d been too weary to do so, but he wouldn’t have, in any event. This human had always been special to his kit. And though he had no intention of letting his golden prince return to his own kind, he was still grateful enough to the scar faced shinobi to let him live. Thus, when the vines had shot from the ground in the moonlight, they didn’t crush and slay, but merely hid and drugged. He didn’t want his precious kit to see this special man, and perhaps remember things better left forgotten.
Once Naruto and Sasuke finally waded from the pond, wringing water from their hair and chuckling, Kyuubi nosed some of the leftovers from last night on them, and they all ate to their hearts content. By the time they were finally finished, only a little remained of what had been a glorious feast.
And when they left the enchanted little dell in the mid morning, Naruto didn’t even glance at the cluster of vines at the edge of the tree line.
Sasuke did though, and gave a quirky smile to the fox. He felt the unconscious man’s chakra, dimly remembered it as something precious to his blonde, but dangerous to them all nonetheless.
In this lifetime at least, he and the great fox were in complete accord. Naruto was theirs, and theirs alone.
They vanished once more into the forest.
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