Shamera: (Naruto) PWP Oneshot
I don't have a title, but all this speculation came up in the sasuxnaru comm when the latest chapter came out, ranging from Mizugetsu being the clone of Kimimaro reborn to him being Sai's brother to him being some clone of Naruto (because, and everyone agreed here, SASUKE IS SUCH A H0R. >[ ).
So this... is not posted anywhere outside of comments to a post, and I wrote this playing with that fact that we DON'T know anything about Mizugetsu (Suigetsu?), but we'll probably learn lots about him by next week, LOL. Especially what he looks like. But this was just too good to pass up. XD
Soooo... a PWP oneshot where Naruto is drugged, restrained, gagged, and blindfolded, and Sasuke is.... well. Hmm. He has an ulterior motive in mind, how about that? XD
The surface of Naruto's mind knew it was dangerous to continue chasing after Sasuke-- after a man who had caged Orochimaru and still refused to return to Konoha. A man who had killed Uchiha Itachi and had made it clear with every encounter that he had no hesitation when it came to killing his former best friend.
But he never managed to do it. Naruto thought viciously even as he was manhandled through the compound at Otogakure, not minding the blindfold so much as the chakra-restraint bracelets. He could smell his way out just fine if it came down to it, but not being able to do ninjutsu was a hindrance he could not be able to afford if he were to go up against all the might that Otogakure could throw at him. It really was too bad that he couldn't expel chakra through all of his tenketsus like Neji could.
A hard shove at the base of his spine send Naruto forward nearly three feet, his tired and aching legs barely managing to remain upright even as he turned his head and tried to growl menacingly through the gag.
He had been on a mission with Sai. He had not even known when the enemy had appeared-- they were just there one second and even Kyuubi's senses had not managed to pick them out until he felt the cold metal of the bracelets and the world had slipped into darkness. He didn’t know what had happened to Sai and the only reason that he knew he was in Otokagure was due to the familiar sounds and smells of when he had left been there, imprinted heavily in his mind.
But Sai could take care of himself, Naruto thought confidently even as his jailors laughed at his feeble attempts to be intimidating. Never mind that Naruto had been taken completely off guard without the slightest warning -- how in the holy hells had they managed to do that? -- and that even Sai had not managed to catch him off guard for years, because Sai could take care of himself.
“I asked for the prisoner to be brought to me unharmed.”
Naruto’s head snapped in the direction of the familiar drawl, nearly managing to give himself whiplash in his haste. He could imagine the scene through the black inkiness of the blindfold-the deceptively slouched pose and the disapproving features and… and those thrice-damned red, red Sharingan eyes. Eyes that only one person outside of Kakashi-sensei had now since Itachi was dead.
The laughter stopped faster than it had started, and the room began to reek with fear even as Naruto swayed on his feet, attempting to stay upright as he refused to show weakness in front of the man who had formerly been his best friend and most precious person. A man who may as well still be his most precious person, for all the pounding of his traitorous heart.
“H-he is unharmed, Sasuke-sama! We made sure of it! I-it’s just that… he’s a vicious one, Sasuke-sama, even under your jutsu! We had to subdue him somehow.”
Naruto could imagine the glare that was being delivered to his captors, and a part of his mind whirled at the idea that Sasuke had managed to put him under a jutsu and he had not known about it, or that Sasuke had managed to come up with a jutsu to subdue him and he had not known about it (Naruto had been thoroughly drilled about genjutsu and ninjutsu by Tsunade in the past several years, ever since Jiraiya had revealed that as jinchuuriki of the Kyuubi, Naruto should be near immune to most genjutsus and would be able to throw off most ninjutsus directed at him which were not offensive, physical attacks.) and a tiny portion of his mind wondered, almost with equal parts hope and dread, that Sasuke had spent the time come up with something to capture Naruto, had spent his time thinking about Naruto.
A moment of complete silence before there was a gurgled cry from behind him, and the warm stench of freshly spilled blood. Then the panicked whispers of dismay and footsteps as Naruto’s captors edged away from an obviously pissed Uchiha Sasuke.
“Leave us.”
There was no need for them to be told a second time as Naruto could hear the shuffling of feet hurrying away, and the smell of earth and blood became all that much stronger without the various odours of people surrounding him.
And at that moment, Naruto wondered if he should be afraid; afraid of this man who had just killed ruthlessly to prove a point, whose victim was still fouling up Naruto’s nose with the smell of blood.
But Naruto found that even then-exhausted and in pain and at the complete mercy of Sasuke, who had told him time and again that the only reason Naruto was still alive was because he wasn’t worth Sasuke’s attention, who had killed an innumerable amount of people, shinobi and civilians alike, and who had managed to, even inadvertently, save Naruto again and again throughout the years… Naruto could not fear him. Sasuke could have his hand through Naruto’s chest, could have attempted to burn him alive, could have tried his damnest to snap Naruto’s neck… and still, Naruto could not fear nor hate him.
Not when his heartbeat was roaring in his ears from the close proximity to the other man.
That intoxicating feeling was only exacerbated by the darkness that was Naruto’s world with the blindfold on. This close and Naruto could smell the light perspiration of the other man, the overlaying metallic tint of blood and steel, and the warmth that Naruto had come to associate with power and confidence.
A step toward his direction and a hand in his hair jerked his face up towards the light, and Naruto could feel the pale calloused fingers tugging painfully at his scalp. Had his hands been free, Naruto would have used that opportunity to land a good one on Sasuke, to bruise and mar that pale perfect skin before making a run for it, knowing that it was Sasuke who had the advantage in his home-field.
Warm breath huffed by his ear, and Naruto flinched back as Sasuke chuckled darkly, “Captured so easily, Naruto? I expected more of a fight from you.”
The painful grip on his hair turned almost tender as Sasuke leaned in closer, filling Naruto’s world with his scent and their mingled breaths, the wetness of a hot, flat tongue running up the line of Naruto’s jaw, over the gag and tracing the whisker scars on his face in a perverted gesture of intimacy.
Naruto’s breaths were coming in short huffs through his nose now, unsure of what was going on and what he should do. His exhaustion and adrenaline were warring with each other; and the closeness of Sasuke’s face to his, the dominance the other man had over him, was giving way to a strange tightness in his chest, a feeling that extended down to his bound hands and feet.
And somehow, somehow, it only managed to fuel his belief that, despite everything, Sasuke would not kill him.
“Well, Naruto?” There was an amused underlining to the breathiness of Sasuke’s voice, and a thumb stroked against his skull, “Aren’t you going to,” A hard yank of his hair brought Naruto pressed tight against Sasuke, chest to chest, a line of fire where they came into contact, “best me?”
Damned jutsu, Naruto thought vacantly as he was freed from the gag, his mouth plundered ruthlessly by the heat of that tongue, robbing him of air and of coherency. Because it had to be the jutsu which made Naruto so weak around Sasuke. It had to be that strange jutsu mentioned that made Naruto so pliant and unfocused with Sasuke’s tongue in his mouth, wet and hot and all the more enticing because Naruto could still feel the restraints around his wrists, the rough fabric of the blindfold around his eyes.
He was barely aware of being led away from the corridor of warm earth smells, of the stench of blood and the musk of potent fear that his captors had left behind even when they were gone. Naruto was barely coherent at all, faced with the calloused hands running roughly across his skin, under his shirt and across his ribs, dragging him away-away, away from where Naruto would have been able to find his way out.
A part of Naruto’s mind, the same part that knew logically that it was far too dangerous to pursue Sasuke as he did, and the same part which was always shoved to the side, was running ragged trying to figure out what jutsu had been cast on him, and ways of escaping. The rest of his brain was just a jumble of incoherency, half worried about his situation and half elated that he had found Sasuke again and that they were together, back together like they used to be, like they were supposed to be.
He could barely feel his wrists becoming unbound, although they were still heavy with the metal of the chakra restraints, as his arms came to wrap around Sasuke’s shoulders, drawing the other man down to him, pulling him closer just as Sasuke pressed harder against him, one hand clenched around the hair at Naruto’s nape and the other around his waist to press the line of their bodies together.
It took a long time for his scattered thoughts to reformulate again, and that was only after Sasuke had drawn away, giving one last nip at Naruto’s lips before they both gasped for breath, that hand on Naruto’s nape finally going up to untie the blindfold, drawing the rough fabric away from Naruto’s eyes.
Naruto blinked hard against even the dim lighting of the room, unused to light after the past several hours of being led around in darkness. Sasuke had a familiar smirk on his face, although the predatory look in his eyes reminded Naruto of Orochimaru, and the blond wondered if some remnant of the Sannin had indeed been imprinted into Sasuke’s mind.
Naruto leaned upward again, this time being the one to dominate the kiss as he nipped hard on that tongue, drawing back long enough to ask, “What.” Another long kiss. “The.” A clash of teeth, and Sasuke bit at the corner of Naruto’s mouth. “Fuck.” Naruto growled into Sasuke’s mouth, refusing to give into him now that he was regaining his coherency again. It was several long minutes before they broke for air again. “Sasuke.”
Uchiha Sasuke had grown even taller than when Naruto had seen him last, that air of apathy blending into a air of confidence and oozing sensuality that screamed ‘danger!’ to the blond. He was still as pale as ever, his skin smooth and flawless just as when they were children. He still wore the monochrome outfit with an open chest, and the katana strapped behind his waist.
Naruto entertained the thought of drawing that sword away from the other man under the pretence of passion, and wondered idly who was faster-Sasuke or him, once Naruto would manage to wrap his hands around the sword handle-
“Don’t even think about it,” Sasuke muttered against Naruto’s temple with a smirk. He still had a grip on the nape of Naruto’s neck, hard enough to indicate that he wouldn’t mind snapping a bone or two there should Naruto fail to be faster than he.
Naruto gritted his teeth, his head still swimming and balance still managing to elude him, but it was becoming easier to think straight again. The jutsu must be wearing off. Or maybe it was Sasuke’s proximity, giving him that lift he needed for so many years.
A warning tightening on his neck made him relax his tense muscles again, understanding that while he was out of his restraints and returning to his rightful mind, Sasuke still held too much of an advantage there.
“You might be wondering why I took the trouble to bring you here.” Sasuke continued to murmur against Naruto’s skin, biting hard at a juncture between neck and shoulder. “But…” Naruto shivered at the huskiness of the tone. “There was someone who wanted to meet you…”
There was a flash of red eyes as Sasuke’s gaze was drawn over Naruto’s shoulder, but Naruto couldn’t turn his head to look with that hand still gripping his neck warningly. But it was the achingly familiar chakra signature that made Naruto twitch, because it was so familiar to him that he almost missed it had it been tinted with the same darkness that his chakra always was.
“Is he the one, then?”
The voice was familiar, too, only a lot quieter and full of amusement. Naruto could hear the voice close to him, right behind him, at the same height as him, and he barely had to move his eyes over to see…
Fuck.
Well… fuck.
Blue eyes watching him with amusement, strands of yellow-blond hair long and straight, brushing against pale shoulders. The familiar shape, the familiar chakra, the familiar pose and look on his face. Skin untouched by sunlight, hair longer and tamer, a lack of whiskers, and soft clothing that flaunted a lean figure rather than hid it… that seemed to be the only differences Naruto could detect.
“Naruto,” Sasuke certainly sounded too pleased with himself. “I’d like you to meet Mizugetsu.”
And that was when, as Naruto stared into the blue blue eyes of his double, he figured that maybe Sasuke spent just a little too much time thinking about him.
Yeah, it sucks. But I was writing it in LJ comment posts, and distracted every other minute by other fanfics, LOL. Tense-wise, I already knows sucks. Correction would be nice, but this fic could be left alone because it'll totally be obsolete by next week. ^^;;
As for the abrupt ending... can you tell I totally lost interest halfway through? ^^;; Think of it this way-- Mizugetsu arrives, threesome ensues, Sai arrives to save Naruto, foursome ensues. :P There. Fanservice that I have been lacking in lately, LOL.
So this... is not posted anywhere outside of comments to a post, and I wrote this playing with that fact that we DON'T know anything about Mizugetsu (Suigetsu?), but we'll probably learn lots about him by next week, LOL. Especially what he looks like. But this was just too good to pass up. XD
Soooo... a PWP oneshot where Naruto is drugged, restrained, gagged, and blindfolded, and Sasuke is.... well. Hmm. He has an ulterior motive in mind, how about that? XD
The surface of Naruto's mind knew it was dangerous to continue chasing after Sasuke-- after a man who had caged Orochimaru and still refused to return to Konoha. A man who had killed Uchiha Itachi and had made it clear with every encounter that he had no hesitation when it came to killing his former best friend.
But he never managed to do it. Naruto thought viciously even as he was manhandled through the compound at Otogakure, not minding the blindfold so much as the chakra-restraint bracelets. He could smell his way out just fine if it came down to it, but not being able to do ninjutsu was a hindrance he could not be able to afford if he were to go up against all the might that Otogakure could throw at him. It really was too bad that he couldn't expel chakra through all of his tenketsus like Neji could.
A hard shove at the base of his spine send Naruto forward nearly three feet, his tired and aching legs barely managing to remain upright even as he turned his head and tried to growl menacingly through the gag.
He had been on a mission with Sai. He had not even known when the enemy had appeared-- they were just there one second and even Kyuubi's senses had not managed to pick them out until he felt the cold metal of the bracelets and the world had slipped into darkness. He didn’t know what had happened to Sai and the only reason that he knew he was in Otokagure was due to the familiar sounds and smells of when he had left been there, imprinted heavily in his mind.
But Sai could take care of himself, Naruto thought confidently even as his jailors laughed at his feeble attempts to be intimidating. Never mind that Naruto had been taken completely off guard without the slightest warning -- how in the holy hells had they managed to do that? -- and that even Sai had not managed to catch him off guard for years, because Sai could take care of himself.
“I asked for the prisoner to be brought to me unharmed.”
Naruto’s head snapped in the direction of the familiar drawl, nearly managing to give himself whiplash in his haste. He could imagine the scene through the black inkiness of the blindfold-the deceptively slouched pose and the disapproving features and… and those thrice-damned red, red Sharingan eyes. Eyes that only one person outside of Kakashi-sensei had now since Itachi was dead.
The laughter stopped faster than it had started, and the room began to reek with fear even as Naruto swayed on his feet, attempting to stay upright as he refused to show weakness in front of the man who had formerly been his best friend and most precious person. A man who may as well still be his most precious person, for all the pounding of his traitorous heart.
“H-he is unharmed, Sasuke-sama! We made sure of it! I-it’s just that… he’s a vicious one, Sasuke-sama, even under your jutsu! We had to subdue him somehow.”
Naruto could imagine the glare that was being delivered to his captors, and a part of his mind whirled at the idea that Sasuke had managed to put him under a jutsu and he had not known about it, or that Sasuke had managed to come up with a jutsu to subdue him and he had not known about it (Naruto had been thoroughly drilled about genjutsu and ninjutsu by Tsunade in the past several years, ever since Jiraiya had revealed that as jinchuuriki of the Kyuubi, Naruto should be near immune to most genjutsus and would be able to throw off most ninjutsus directed at him which were not offensive, physical attacks.) and a tiny portion of his mind wondered, almost with equal parts hope and dread, that Sasuke had spent the time come up with something to capture Naruto, had spent his time thinking about Naruto.
A moment of complete silence before there was a gurgled cry from behind him, and the warm stench of freshly spilled blood. Then the panicked whispers of dismay and footsteps as Naruto’s captors edged away from an obviously pissed Uchiha Sasuke.
“Leave us.”
There was no need for them to be told a second time as Naruto could hear the shuffling of feet hurrying away, and the smell of earth and blood became all that much stronger without the various odours of people surrounding him.
And at that moment, Naruto wondered if he should be afraid; afraid of this man who had just killed ruthlessly to prove a point, whose victim was still fouling up Naruto’s nose with the smell of blood.
But Naruto found that even then-exhausted and in pain and at the complete mercy of Sasuke, who had told him time and again that the only reason Naruto was still alive was because he wasn’t worth Sasuke’s attention, who had killed an innumerable amount of people, shinobi and civilians alike, and who had managed to, even inadvertently, save Naruto again and again throughout the years… Naruto could not fear him. Sasuke could have his hand through Naruto’s chest, could have attempted to burn him alive, could have tried his damnest to snap Naruto’s neck… and still, Naruto could not fear nor hate him.
Not when his heartbeat was roaring in his ears from the close proximity to the other man.
That intoxicating feeling was only exacerbated by the darkness that was Naruto’s world with the blindfold on. This close and Naruto could smell the light perspiration of the other man, the overlaying metallic tint of blood and steel, and the warmth that Naruto had come to associate with power and confidence.
A step toward his direction and a hand in his hair jerked his face up towards the light, and Naruto could feel the pale calloused fingers tugging painfully at his scalp. Had his hands been free, Naruto would have used that opportunity to land a good one on Sasuke, to bruise and mar that pale perfect skin before making a run for it, knowing that it was Sasuke who had the advantage in his home-field.
Warm breath huffed by his ear, and Naruto flinched back as Sasuke chuckled darkly, “Captured so easily, Naruto? I expected more of a fight from you.”
The painful grip on his hair turned almost tender as Sasuke leaned in closer, filling Naruto’s world with his scent and their mingled breaths, the wetness of a hot, flat tongue running up the line of Naruto’s jaw, over the gag and tracing the whisker scars on his face in a perverted gesture of intimacy.
Naruto’s breaths were coming in short huffs through his nose now, unsure of what was going on and what he should do. His exhaustion and adrenaline were warring with each other; and the closeness of Sasuke’s face to his, the dominance the other man had over him, was giving way to a strange tightness in his chest, a feeling that extended down to his bound hands and feet.
And somehow, somehow, it only managed to fuel his belief that, despite everything, Sasuke would not kill him.
“Well, Naruto?” There was an amused underlining to the breathiness of Sasuke’s voice, and a thumb stroked against his skull, “Aren’t you going to,” A hard yank of his hair brought Naruto pressed tight against Sasuke, chest to chest, a line of fire where they came into contact, “best me?”
Damned jutsu, Naruto thought vacantly as he was freed from the gag, his mouth plundered ruthlessly by the heat of that tongue, robbing him of air and of coherency. Because it had to be the jutsu which made Naruto so weak around Sasuke. It had to be that strange jutsu mentioned that made Naruto so pliant and unfocused with Sasuke’s tongue in his mouth, wet and hot and all the more enticing because Naruto could still feel the restraints around his wrists, the rough fabric of the blindfold around his eyes.
He was barely aware of being led away from the corridor of warm earth smells, of the stench of blood and the musk of potent fear that his captors had left behind even when they were gone. Naruto was barely coherent at all, faced with the calloused hands running roughly across his skin, under his shirt and across his ribs, dragging him away-away, away from where Naruto would have been able to find his way out.
A part of Naruto’s mind, the same part that knew logically that it was far too dangerous to pursue Sasuke as he did, and the same part which was always shoved to the side, was running ragged trying to figure out what jutsu had been cast on him, and ways of escaping. The rest of his brain was just a jumble of incoherency, half worried about his situation and half elated that he had found Sasuke again and that they were together, back together like they used to be, like they were supposed to be.
He could barely feel his wrists becoming unbound, although they were still heavy with the metal of the chakra restraints, as his arms came to wrap around Sasuke’s shoulders, drawing the other man down to him, pulling him closer just as Sasuke pressed harder against him, one hand clenched around the hair at Naruto’s nape and the other around his waist to press the line of their bodies together.
It took a long time for his scattered thoughts to reformulate again, and that was only after Sasuke had drawn away, giving one last nip at Naruto’s lips before they both gasped for breath, that hand on Naruto’s nape finally going up to untie the blindfold, drawing the rough fabric away from Naruto’s eyes.
Naruto blinked hard against even the dim lighting of the room, unused to light after the past several hours of being led around in darkness. Sasuke had a familiar smirk on his face, although the predatory look in his eyes reminded Naruto of Orochimaru, and the blond wondered if some remnant of the Sannin had indeed been imprinted into Sasuke’s mind.
Naruto leaned upward again, this time being the one to dominate the kiss as he nipped hard on that tongue, drawing back long enough to ask, “What.” Another long kiss. “The.” A clash of teeth, and Sasuke bit at the corner of Naruto’s mouth. “Fuck.” Naruto growled into Sasuke’s mouth, refusing to give into him now that he was regaining his coherency again. It was several long minutes before they broke for air again. “Sasuke.”
Uchiha Sasuke had grown even taller than when Naruto had seen him last, that air of apathy blending into a air of confidence and oozing sensuality that screamed ‘danger!’ to the blond. He was still as pale as ever, his skin smooth and flawless just as when they were children. He still wore the monochrome outfit with an open chest, and the katana strapped behind his waist.
Naruto entertained the thought of drawing that sword away from the other man under the pretence of passion, and wondered idly who was faster-Sasuke or him, once Naruto would manage to wrap his hands around the sword handle-
“Don’t even think about it,” Sasuke muttered against Naruto’s temple with a smirk. He still had a grip on the nape of Naruto’s neck, hard enough to indicate that he wouldn’t mind snapping a bone or two there should Naruto fail to be faster than he.
Naruto gritted his teeth, his head still swimming and balance still managing to elude him, but it was becoming easier to think straight again. The jutsu must be wearing off. Or maybe it was Sasuke’s proximity, giving him that lift he needed for so many years.
A warning tightening on his neck made him relax his tense muscles again, understanding that while he was out of his restraints and returning to his rightful mind, Sasuke still held too much of an advantage there.
“You might be wondering why I took the trouble to bring you here.” Sasuke continued to murmur against Naruto’s skin, biting hard at a juncture between neck and shoulder. “But…” Naruto shivered at the huskiness of the tone. “There was someone who wanted to meet you…”
There was a flash of red eyes as Sasuke’s gaze was drawn over Naruto’s shoulder, but Naruto couldn’t turn his head to look with that hand still gripping his neck warningly. But it was the achingly familiar chakra signature that made Naruto twitch, because it was so familiar to him that he almost missed it had it been tinted with the same darkness that his chakra always was.
“Is he the one, then?”
The voice was familiar, too, only a lot quieter and full of amusement. Naruto could hear the voice close to him, right behind him, at the same height as him, and he barely had to move his eyes over to see…
Fuck.
Well… fuck.
Blue eyes watching him with amusement, strands of yellow-blond hair long and straight, brushing against pale shoulders. The familiar shape, the familiar chakra, the familiar pose and look on his face. Skin untouched by sunlight, hair longer and tamer, a lack of whiskers, and soft clothing that flaunted a lean figure rather than hid it… that seemed to be the only differences Naruto could detect.
“Naruto,” Sasuke certainly sounded too pleased with himself. “I’d like you to meet Mizugetsu.”
And that was when, as Naruto stared into the blue blue eyes of his double, he figured that maybe Sasuke spent just a little too much time thinking about him.
Yeah, it sucks. But I was writing it in LJ comment posts, and distracted every other minute by other fanfics, LOL. Tense-wise, I already knows sucks. Correction would be nice, but this fic could be left alone because it'll totally be obsolete by next week. ^^;;
As for the abrupt ending... can you tell I totally lost interest halfway through? ^^;; Think of it this way-- Mizugetsu arrives, threesome ensues, Sai arrives to save Naruto, foursome ensues. :P There. Fanservice that I have been lacking in lately, LOL.