Lust
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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
837
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Lust
Disclaimer: Not mine, don't make money off of their pain.. yadda yadda yadda...
Will be NC-17 later on!! YAY! Please enjoy, flame not required, only pleasure ((rubs hands)) hehehe...
On with the story... ((curtains raise))
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He took a step, and then another. Soon, he realized, belatedly, he was running at full speed. His sword was drawn, ready to take down the enemy. With one quick swoop, the man lay in half. Naruto wasted no time in continuing on to reach his target. But would he be in time? He wondered if the old man could hold out for that long. He hoped he could, he needed his blood, needed the power, for his own was quickly draining. He doesn't remember how it happened, or exactly when. All he remmebers was his insatiable thirst. His hunger, his longing to refill himself of something he wasn't aware that he had lost. He remembers taking that first drink of blood, and how it filled him so much with just a pin prick from Sakura's finger. He had wanted more, but was too afraid to ask. He had put another definition to the word "bloodthirsty".
Opening a large door that would take an average Jounin three minutes to get through. (with only a few seconds before someone would discover their presence, three minutes was too long.) Naruto bustled through the door and took in the sight before him. Two of his fellow Anbu members were already in the room, they were ready to take down their target. Naruto took a step forward, then another, and another until he heard the man start to sob.
“P-please, please, don’t kill me. Not infront of my children. Please!” The man begged.
“You get no mercy. Not for what you did to those others.” One of the Anbu said in a monotonic voice that made clear his detachment from the world. It was hard to tell who was talking when they all wore masks. Which tended to throw their voices to make their targets think that they were coming out of the walls.
Their objective was knelt in the middle of an elegant office. The man’s three young children starring at the scene, fear gripping their little hearts. In the arms of the oldest of the three young one’s was a small sleeping infant.
Naruto walked the short distance from his place near the door to the men in the center of the room. The two taller Anbu took a step back while keeping their swords trained on their target. Naruto opened his mouth to talk, but nothing came out. What did he want to say? Was there anything to say?
“Tell the kids to cover their eyes.” He told the man, who seemed confused as to who was talking. He looked between his two first captors then the third.
“Ma, close your eyes.” The man said hesitantly yet complied with his orders. The children covered their red eyes, hands slipping and rubbing on their wet cheeks. Did they know what Naruto was going to do to their father? Did the man know, did he know? None of those questions really mattered. Just as long as their objective was dead.
Naruto took another step and knelt down to face his victim. The man was a sobbing wet mess. His hair and clothes disheveled to show that the Anbu had just woken him up before dragging him to the floor. It was unusual for them to do so. Had they been waiting for him? Naruto slowly reached up for his mask and slid it back into his wild hair. Eyes never leaving the targets’ own blue orbs.
“You deserve what your going to get. While I am taking your life you will be begging for the swift cut of their swords.” Naruto let his voice carry over to the children. He was an Anbu after all, they needed to know not to mess with their own protectors.
The man almost began sobbing again when Naruto reached for the back of the man’s head to crane his neck to the side and back. Leaning forward, he took an inhale at the beautiful, powerful smell of charka beneath that skin, waiting to be taken. He pressed forward and placed his lips over the mans neck. Slowly opening his mouth so his tongue could roughly trace around the raised artery underneath his hungry organ. He bared his teeth, his fangs really, as they’ve become over the years, and took a hungry bite of the mans flesh. A scream filled the room but Naruto wasn’t paying attention. The blonde Kitsune spit out the chunk of flesh and began feeding off of the man’s crimson life.
That was when Naruto knew, he was falling out of control.
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Well? What do you think? Please review..
Will be NC-17 later on!! YAY! Please enjoy, flame not required, only pleasure ((rubs hands)) hehehe...
On with the story... ((curtains raise))
------------------------------------
He took a step, and then another. Soon, he realized, belatedly, he was running at full speed. His sword was drawn, ready to take down the enemy. With one quick swoop, the man lay in half. Naruto wasted no time in continuing on to reach his target. But would he be in time? He wondered if the old man could hold out for that long. He hoped he could, he needed his blood, needed the power, for his own was quickly draining. He doesn't remember how it happened, or exactly when. All he remmebers was his insatiable thirst. His hunger, his longing to refill himself of something he wasn't aware that he had lost. He remembers taking that first drink of blood, and how it filled him so much with just a pin prick from Sakura's finger. He had wanted more, but was too afraid to ask. He had put another definition to the word "bloodthirsty".
Opening a large door that would take an average Jounin three minutes to get through. (with only a few seconds before someone would discover their presence, three minutes was too long.) Naruto bustled through the door and took in the sight before him. Two of his fellow Anbu members were already in the room, they were ready to take down their target. Naruto took a step forward, then another, and another until he heard the man start to sob.
“P-please, please, don’t kill me. Not infront of my children. Please!” The man begged.
“You get no mercy. Not for what you did to those others.” One of the Anbu said in a monotonic voice that made clear his detachment from the world. It was hard to tell who was talking when they all wore masks. Which tended to throw their voices to make their targets think that they were coming out of the walls.
Their objective was knelt in the middle of an elegant office. The man’s three young children starring at the scene, fear gripping their little hearts. In the arms of the oldest of the three young one’s was a small sleeping infant.
Naruto walked the short distance from his place near the door to the men in the center of the room. The two taller Anbu took a step back while keeping their swords trained on their target. Naruto opened his mouth to talk, but nothing came out. What did he want to say? Was there anything to say?
“Tell the kids to cover their eyes.” He told the man, who seemed confused as to who was talking. He looked between his two first captors then the third.
“Ma, close your eyes.” The man said hesitantly yet complied with his orders. The children covered their red eyes, hands slipping and rubbing on their wet cheeks. Did they know what Naruto was going to do to their father? Did the man know, did he know? None of those questions really mattered. Just as long as their objective was dead.
Naruto took another step and knelt down to face his victim. The man was a sobbing wet mess. His hair and clothes disheveled to show that the Anbu had just woken him up before dragging him to the floor. It was unusual for them to do so. Had they been waiting for him? Naruto slowly reached up for his mask and slid it back into his wild hair. Eyes never leaving the targets’ own blue orbs.
“You deserve what your going to get. While I am taking your life you will be begging for the swift cut of their swords.” Naruto let his voice carry over to the children. He was an Anbu after all, they needed to know not to mess with their own protectors.
The man almost began sobbing again when Naruto reached for the back of the man’s head to crane his neck to the side and back. Leaning forward, he took an inhale at the beautiful, powerful smell of charka beneath that skin, waiting to be taken. He pressed forward and placed his lips over the mans neck. Slowly opening his mouth so his tongue could roughly trace around the raised artery underneath his hungry organ. He bared his teeth, his fangs really, as they’ve become over the years, and took a hungry bite of the mans flesh. A scream filled the room but Naruto wasn’t paying attention. The blonde Kitsune spit out the chunk of flesh and began feeding off of the man’s crimson life.
That was when Naruto knew, he was falling out of control.
--@--
Well? What do you think? Please review..