Sasuke's Seduction

A/N: This is the second lemon (or sexually graphic fic) I've ever written. This fic is set a few years after Konohagakure Shinobi (the Naruto fic I'm writing at ff.net), and after the two year skip in an not yet revealed future where Sasuke is back in the village and a member of the Konohagakure Ninja force once more. I will be including a few things from the ‘past’ in this story to elaborate a little more on the development of the bond or relationship between Kitura (Roy) and Sasuke. It’ll be about things that would have happened before this chapter/section of my story. But I’ll put bolded square brackets where the flashback will begin, then at the end of it. I’d originally written this for Ginny, but I decided to let you guys read it too. It's the least I should do after reading a number of fics by other ppl on the site, neh?
Also, he's wearing his old/first outfit. I didn't know what else to make him wear. His black outfit would have been hard to put in since... I don't even know how he gets in and out of it; and I didn't know if I should make him wear the 'regular' Chuunin Outfit (blue pants and shirt, with the green flak jacket or vest) XD;

Jutsu: Unknown - Sasuke's Seduction


The four of us (Naruto, Sakura, Sasuke, and I) just came back to the village after being away for a week or so. Sakura said (and looked) pretty worn out, but not enough not to argue against Naruto, or to deal him some punishment. I felt sorry he has to go through all that each and every time… but I don’t see that it’s my place to interfere.

I was heading home after doing my customary walk of Konoha’s streets, I do it every time I’m gone for more than a day or two, and he’d stopped me.
I generally thought he’d have gone home right after the mission. He either says nothing at all before walking off, or just states he’s heading home.

He didn’t reach over and grab my hand or arm. He didn’t call my name. His eyes had merely landed on me as he stopped. I just felt him. I just knew he wanted my attention at that moment. I felt as if there were something around us, connecting us. Something holding me at least, in my place, and his spirit was grasping whatever it was and not letting my mind wander. I was forced to focus my thoughts, emotions, and entire being on him. I would have thought I’d have been frightened, afraid, and mostly angry, but I wasn’t. It was more like I felt entranced. I hadn’t even noticed he was on the same street as me until I felt his gaze pull my attention towards him. It wasn’t until long after this incident when I believed it could have been some sort of jutsu he’d used. Now I feel more than ever it likely was. Oh… he could have been using his Sharingan couldn’t he?

The street was bustling with villagers that day. Though everything seemed to be crawling along at a very slow pace. I was aware of the sounds surrounding me, but something seemed to be filtering them out from my full awareness. Not that I could really sense it. I was only partially aware of it. I felt as if my mind was drifting in a strange plane of unfamiliar existence. The world surrounding me seemed to be unimportant.
His face looked as passive as mine back then. I was aware of his eyes, but could not really see them. His bangs were casting a wavering shade over them in the late afternoon light, and his dark hair flowed with the warm summer breeze that blew through the air. But I am sure I had seen a shimmer flash across them, but I cannot confirm that to this day, for it was gone as quickly as I registered the thought. Dimly I felt something important was hiding itself in his eyes from me.

Sasuke. He was standing in a slight slouch, an indication he was at ease. His hands were jammed into the pockets of his shorts. My eyes rested on his mouth, his lips. I could feel a thought creeping up into my mind; it was coming so slowly I hardly noticed it. But before I was able to process it I was interrupted by his voice. So intent on watching his lips move I almost didn’t interpret his words, “Meet me later tonight.” His lips pressed together again, no other words came forth. At that time it felt as if his voice was like a low and melodious birdsong. While I was savoring his voice, as I would have a favorite meal, I noticed his hair shifting further, his face turning away, his legs carrying him away from me.

I hadn’t realized I was watching his back as he continued down the street. The buzz of the villagers going about their day began to filter back into my senses. It seems I’d been holding my breath. I began to breath again and was also feeling stunned and a little weary. I could only blink before shaking my head and feeling rather confused. ‘What was that all about?’ was my thought before I noticed he’d disappeared into the crowd. Then I realized I was standing in the middle of the street completely off guard.
Agitated and recalling frustrating memories of Sasuke I clicked my tongue and leapt up to the roof tops for a quicker route home.


~~*Later in the Evening*~~


Naruto had gone out for Ramen with Iruka-sensei moments before I began to prepare to meet Sasuke.

“Ja ne, Roy-chan!” He’d called out before bounding out the door at lightning speed. He wouldn’t be back for hours.

It had just gotten dark and I’d forgotten Sasuke wanted to meet me tonight until just as Naruto was leaving. So, obviously, I hadn’t told him about it or the strange incident earlier. I shrugged. ‘What difference does it make now? If that Bastard Uchiha wants something I’ll give him what’s coming to him.’ I smirked at the impending thoughts.

The night was warm, but not stifling so. I didn’t feel there was a need for me to wear a jacket. I was dressed in a pair of navy pants, a ¾ sleeve blue shirt, the customary blue sandals, and my hair was loose with my bangs hanging over my shoulders in front of me. My forehead protector was not obscured by my bangs; I’d made it so they hung to the sides of the leaf symbol.

The meeting wasn’t formal, no need for my gear. I left my back pouch and shuriken holster on my futon. But, that being said, I began to wonder what Sasuke really wanted to meet about. It just dawned on me that he hadn’t told me anything about it’s reason, or if the others were coming also. I was getting quite suspicious now, but my frown turned to a sigh as I locked the door behind me on my way out.

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I suppose things really had changed between us, Team Seven, once we’d brought Sasuke back; back from the hellhole of disillusions of Orochimaru’s designs. I’d actually almost gone through with killing him back then, while Naruto was fighting Orochimaru in some other section of the castle that I wasn’t aware of, and Kakashi-sensei and Sakura were fighting Kabuto. I'd lost control of my feelings; and they’d been further fueled by Gobi, and by the uncontrolled power of the Ice Dragon I’d summoned to my body.

In order to control the five-tailed “Demon Dog” Gobi's Chakara I always summoned her to myself. She was the legacy of my clan, the Aisuryuu (Ice Dragon). The reason Gobi was entrusted to my family, to me, was because of my bloodline limit to contact the Dragon. It takes all my effort and training to keep hold of the reigns of the Dragon Power in order to wield the Demon’s Chakara without risk to myself, or others around me.

We'd trained for years, preparing for this moment. I believed we were ready for anything Orochimaru would have in store for us.

But the flash of shock, fear, and maybe even hate that had been in Sasuke's eyes as I lunged towards him in my enraged state… it still lingers in the back of my mind when I think of him.

And the old days, all the times we'd worked together, completed missions, and cheated death, it all came crashing back into my mind, flashing through it like photo's in a windstorm.

But the emptiness of his eyes, just as my clawed hand had begun to come crashing down near his calm face; it is far more prominent in my mind when I look at him. The placid expression he wore, the lax muscles of his limbs under mine as I had him pinned deep into the stone slabs of the chamber we’d been fighting in, the absence of the burning emotions he’d always emitted before… having it not present, it startled and shocked me. I felt as if he wasn’t even Sasuke anymore.

My hand moved aside at the very last moment to crush the leftovers of the stone to the right of his head to dust. His hair fluttered across his still face. He didn’t even blink. His eyes already seemed dead, glazed over, devoid of light or emotion. It was enough to bring tears to my eyes. Who, or what, was this I’d been fighting all this time? Who is it before me now? Where did Sasuke, my teammate, rival, and comrade go?

I stifled the forthcoming sobs in my chest, thus making my body shake uncontrollably. I shut my eyes, and I felt the tears descend only halfway down my cheeks before the dropped off my face, and onto Sasuke’s I suppose. Still no words from him, not a solitary gesture. I cried out in frustration. I dug my clawed fingers into his shoulders, and the claws of my dragon armored feet into the flesh of his legs. The warmth of his blood oozed froom his wounds, he was still human.

But was I?

I yelled out to him, “You’re so lucky bastard! I want to kill you for the things you’ve done! But…” a few stray sobs broke free before I was able to finish, “but I will not. You are an important person to people I hold dear. To my important people you matter! I gave Naruto-kun my word. And I refuse to break it for something as selfish as my own desire to see you dead.”

I retracted my claws, stood, and turned away from him. For a long time I heard no movement. But, in time, I heard the shift of rubble as he moved it aside and pushed himself up. I’d clenched my teeth tightly and fought in vain to restrain my tears. But they fell none-the-less. Thankfully he did not reply to me, or come near me.

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Neither of us had spoken a word to one another for a month after his return to the village and re-integration into society. Which was fine. Even before he’d fled our conversations had generally been short and strained, also our teamwork at the bare minimum for success.

Then, one day, we just… spoke to one another again. We’d begun to stop arguing half as much, and even lessened the vicious insults we’d normally throw at one another.

Oh, it was nothing like casual chit chat, but there was less tension between us than before. If the others had opinions about the change, none of them spoke of it openly. We all have to grow up sometime. I suppose we just matured and left our energy wasting and childish squabbling behind.

So, tonight, there was only one place I thought to meet up with him. The red bridge was not an option, neither were the walkways lined with fences, nor the path between town and the academy, and the roof tops of any of the buildings didn’t feel likely. I felt I knew our old teammate well enough that he’d have chosen the small alley way behind a building in the district near the village wall. I remember we, any of us in Kakashi’s Team Seven, used to meet there before heading out for ‘free-time’ training exercises. How I thought of going there I don’t know. It had just become instinct I suppose, since this was not mission-related as far as I could tell.

The night was quiet, sky cloudless, and the moon was nearly full and shining peacefully. I stopped when I stepped behind the building and reached out to gently stroke the wooden wall. I was so caught up in my memories of past meetings here that I hadn’t realized his arrival until I felt his warm breath against my skin. He was standing directly behind me. I was so startled I gasped and whirled around with my back pressed against the wall and eyes wide in shock, “Sasuke!”
I screamed in my mind, ‘Why hadn’t I sensed him!’

“Royalle…” the name rolled off the tip of his tongue like melted sugar. My heart was beating wildly and again, as in the incident in the street earlier, I felt his eyes lock with mine… yet I could not seem to truly ‘see’ them. That same ‘other-worldly-ness’ washed over me. My thoughts were focusing on him and him alone once more. The thing that stood out the most though was how he addressed me. He used my full and birth name. Not the nickname I’d earned in my battles, Kitura. Everyone used this name, for few actually knew my birth name. The few exceptions were from a handful of people who still referred to me as Roy, Naruto for example. But what stood out most was that he used no honorific as well.

He pressed the palms of his hands against the wall on each side of me. With his eyes shadowed by his hair I’d automatically focused on his lips, he was so close. I saw his mouth form the words and he quietly whispered, “-chan” to complete his reply to me.

A heavy feeling was beginning to engulf me slowly, and I swallowed hard and mentally tried to shake it off.

“S-sasuke…! What are you… uh… Why did you call me out?” I managed to sputter.

The warmth of his hot breath against my skin felt… oddly nice. I could feel more than just my cheeks warming with the confused feelings that whirled inside myself. ‘what the hell is wrong with me? This guy is a selfish bastard! I hate him… remember?’ I tried to tell myself… but something wasn’t letting me believe every word to be true.

“Why did you come?” was all he said.

The audacity I felt let me regain hold of myself a little more, “Hn,” I sneered, “because you asked me to, Baka!”

I held my breath, preparing for his retort, but did my best to hold up my mask of aggravation.

At his response I went rigid and my eyes went wide with surprise, or maybe shock?

He’d leaned his head closer to mine, tilted his head slightly to one side, and I felt the feather touch of his lips glide against my mouth for a fleeting moment.

“I hear it in your voice, and see it in your eyes every time we’re together. I won’t let either of you…” he was whispering. Each breath he exhaled brushed against my mouth. I was starting to feel weak, my eyes were starting to slide shut, and a strange warm feeling was seeping into me.

‘Wait! What’s he talking about?’ the thought jumped forward in my mind and held the warmth of this strange feeling at bay from overtaking me.

“Sasuke-“ I’d started, but slowly shook his head and my following words died in my throat.

“No. Naruto won’t take you. Not after…” his mouth shifted to a smirk. His aura began to pour out more strongly, and it was filled with negativity and felt so oppressing.

I gasped and my eyes widened, “N-nani??” was all I could choke out.

“I’m going to ensure he won’t want you, or take you,” were the last words he said, before crushing his mouth against mine.

I was frozen and overcome with utter shock. I used all the strength I had left to muster in order to turn my head away from his hungry mouth.

“Matte! Sasuke! Iei…” I pressed my hands against him to shove him away. But in return he’d roughly pushed his body against mine, pressing me against the wall.

His aura was so powerful that it was actually frightening to me. I could feel his desire, his unwillingness to yield, his demanding, and I swear I also felt hate. Tears were building at the edges of my eyes, my expression trembling with sorrow, “Sasuke-“ I tried to start another sentence, but again he cut it short. He shoved his lips into mine once more.

I tried to struggle away, but I felt his body pressure me harder against the wall, and only succeeded in rubbing my body against his. I could feel his mouth hungering against mine and I could only whimper.

Somehow I’d been able to maneuver my head away from his for a moment, breaking our mouths apart, and inhaled in a large breath preparing to scream. But then his mouth crashed into mine again. The difference this time though, was he’d also gotten his tongue in.

He slid his tongue against mine before I felt it begin to explore the rest of my mouth. And my hopelessness was beginning to alter. My new whimper started to shift to a moan despite myself. Though hot tears were running down my cheeks, the suddenness and violence of his tongue inside my mouth and the pressure of his body against mine had a slight enjoyable undertone to it. I could probably say that, thinking back on it, that I must have felt it was feeling good in a bad way. All thought was disappearing from me now. Only the desire for more of this strange new form of pleasure was remaining, and growing more powerful.

My palms were still resting on against his chest, and I could feel his toned muscles through it. My hands began to run along his chest of their own accord. And my tongue was starting to slide along his and eventually began to venture into his mouth. He kept his body pressed firmly against mine as I felt his hands rubbing my shoulders. It felt wonderful and he began to move them across my body before they came to rest on my hips.

A flash of realization came across me again, weakly I tried to protest, but Sasuke only pressed on harder, wrestling and forcing our tongues back into my mouth. His fingers slipped under my shirt and began to caress my bare skin. I could feel my body growing hotter, against my better judgment my body was responding to his every action more and more. A lustful moan escaped from the back of my throat and my fingers gathered the material of his shirt into my hands.

Sasuke broke our mouths apart and slowly pulled his head back. A tiny string of saliva stretched out across our separated lips before falling away. Both of us were panting for air. His hands were still under my shirt and were resting on the skin of my back. My hands had found their way past his shirt collar and onto his collarbone.

“Why…” was all I breathed out, still having not quite having caught my breath yet.

Sasuke just pulled me tight against him, my neck against his shoulder, his hair against my neck. I felt a hard bulge pressing against my dampening folds, “I won’t let him have you. Because You. Are. Mine.” He stated. I was unable to reply because he’d begun to slowly grind against me, pressuring me against the wall once more.

I let out a weak cry, my eyes shut tight, and instinctively my arms wrapped around him. His hands slide down my thigh and lifted my legs up. He was supporting my weight as he ground into me harder and faster. Soon I was gasping in air as my back was repeatedly hitting the wall, and he was panting steadily.

In time he began to slow his thrusts and I felt my feet touch the ground again. I felt a dull ache between my thighs as Sasuke’s body withdrew from mine. The absence of his body directly against mine made the air feel cooler than it had earlier.

My body craved for more. I grabbed his head with both hands and assaulted his mouth. I heard him groan appreciatively in return. His hands ran down my body more roughly than before, but rested at my waist again. This time he hooked his thumbs in my waistband and began to slide my pants down. I broke off the kiss and he knelt down, sliding his hands against my thighs and finished removing them. He ran his hands along my now bare legs before standing once more and initiating another rough kiss.

My hands traveled across his body, then one ventured into his shorts. I gently started to rub his sensitive skin while pulling down his shorts and boxers with my other hand. He groaned and took a moment to revel in the pleasure.

Once his shaft was exposed and erect I felt him slide my panties down and slip a finger into me. I moaned and began to pump my hand along him. Our breathing began to quicken once more. He slipped a second digit in and I continued to steadily pump my hand on him.

Suddenly he withdrew his fingers and shoved me against the wall again. He also wrapped one hand around the hand I still had holding his length. He moved forward and pushed the tip of his length’s head into my crevice and began to slide it along the opening. I gasped and my body bucked before quivering. I could feel how hard he was with his fingers still wrapped around my hand on him.

“Sasuke, you’re still so mean… stop teasing me…” I pleaded.

“It would be my pleasure. I was wondering how long you’d take to ask.” He replied.

His grip released and I wrapped my arms around his neck. His hands grabbed my thighs and lifted them up again, and in one swift and graceful motion he penetrated me. The feeling of him entering me made me cry out. The friction of his full length against my walls was somewhat painful, but also had a very pleasurable aspect as well. I tried to focus on the pleasure to dull the pain. I could feel tears leaking from my eyes as I drew the material of his shirt in my hands into fists.

His hands kept a firm grip on my ass as he thrust into me again and again. He’d begun hitting a sweet spot and I began to cry out each time he pressed into me. As he panted with his effort I clung to him and did my best to press into him each thrust.

I could feel something building in my stomach, and Sasuke was now pressing into me so much that my back was hitting the wall repeatedly again. I cried out when the pressure I’d felt building near my stomach went off something like an explosion, and it seemed to send out waves of pleasure throughout my body. My walls pulsed around Sasuke and I felt him shiver as he exhaled a breath quickly and his hot semen bust into me. Our heads rested against each other’s shoulder while we panted, trying to regain our breath once again.

Once our breathing steadied somewhat Sasuke started to pull out and I began to relax my grip on him. We remained standing there together, with our hands on each other for a few moments, but once he’d taken his hands away from me we both began to recollect our clothing and re-dress in silence, our eyes not meeting.
The smell of our sweat and sex still strong in the warm air, I staggered a few steps forward from behind the building before leaning against the wall and sinking to the ground. Realization was setting in as my senses were returning. I could feel Sasuke’s eyes on me still. My body was quivering slightly, as I tried to hold back my urge to cry. Sasuke didn’t utter a word. I heard his feet shift on the ground, material shift as he put his hands in his pockets again, and he began to walk. He passed me without a slowing of his steps, or a word. And I didn’t notice him glance back once he continued down the street. For the second time I watched his retreating back. The red and white fan on his back, the Uchiha clan symbol, seemed highlighted against the blue of his shirt in the moonlight. I drew my knees close to my body, curled my body closer to my knees, and began to weep.


~~*Some Time Later*~~


I’d walked unknowingly to a body of slow running water. I continued forward to the banks’ edge and fallen to my knees, then to hands and knees. I saw a wavering reflection of my face in the water, and the tip of my hair dipped into it. A couple of tears dripped off my face into the water. Then the inspiration to cleanse myself came to me. I undressed, made my way into the water, vigorously rubbed my body down, did my best to wipe my body of the water with my own hands and redressed.

Almost like a zombie I made my way back to the apartment I’d been sharing with Naruto for years. No thoughts in my head at all; there were just a sense of loss and the feelings of sorrow and guilt gnawing at me.

I’d been standing still for at least two minutes before I realized I was standing in front of our apartment. I feel to my knees, but still reached for the doorknob. I didn’t hear the heavy steps quickly coming forward.

Suddenly the door swung open to reveal a pair of angry looking cerulean eyes under a mess of blonde hair, “Roy-chan! Where did you disappear to?! I-“ he cut himself off. My eyes sprung up with tears and I shuddered under the force I used to keep the tears from falling as I fell towards the floor.

Where anger had formerly been was completely replaced with shock and concern, I supposes he’s not used to seeing me lose my composure so easily. “What happened?? Are you alright, Roy-chan?” he crouched down in the doorway in front of me. I dared not open my eyes, I couldn’t bear to see his face, let alone look into his eyes.

“What is it? Please. Tell me?” he asked quietly, his words so soft and gentle. I just shook my head. I couldn’t begin to explain what happened, what I was feeling, or anything of the sort then. He was about to start a sentence but I cut him off by raising a hand to him without looking up.

Over the years of training together, we’d discovered a way to use our chakara to send messages (like memories or something we don’t know how to use words alone to describe) in a somewhat ‘movie-like’ form, sometimes with feelings as well. We could use it with others, but they seem unable to send anything to us. We believe it could be because of the Bujin sealed in our bodies. When he reached out to grasp my hand in his own, I used this ability or ‘jutsu’ to communicate a little of what happened between Sasuke and I not so long ago, and my current feelings.

I heard him growl, and something about it reminded me of Kyuubi, as he withdrew his hand. He stood up and began striding off, and I could feel the chakara of Kyuubi had begun leaking from him. I clutched his pant leg non-verbally begging him not to leave. I heard a sound that was mixed between a beastly growl and a frustrated sigh, but he did not break away from my grip or go further. But, Naruto-kun did clench his fists tightly and I heard a more frightening growl from the back of his throat. I trembled slightly, but I knew he wouldn’t do anything more, at the moment.