Why Feion Rox My Socks!

A/N: Long story short, Feion_phylar is one of my ultimate fangirls. She has long supported me in my writing, and we've logged a LOT of hours on MSN Messenger. One night, she had a dream. Probably one of the kinkiest dreams I've heard of in a long while. And I was inspired to write, so write I am. She gives me the bare idea, I flesh it out. So to speak. ^_^

The dream took on a life of its own, to the point that it's not even a plot bunny. It's a baby. I've been knocked up with Feion's fic baby, and I won't be free until I've delivered the whole smutty, sordid tale. And she won't be happy until she finds a 'well written Kyuubi heat fic.'

Good thing I'm having fun, ne? ^_^

This is for you, Feion, for all your love and support!

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Why Feion Rox My Socks

Chapter One


"All right, guys. Let's call it a day." Kakashi's dismissal was well-timed. Everyone was on their last legs.

Uzumaki Naruto rolled his neck, loosening the muscles that ached from a particularly well-aimed hit, and started to gather his gear. He considered asking Sakura for a bit of healing, but she was attending Sasuke at the moment, and besides; Kyuubi would handle it, soon enough.

He winced. Just the thought of his tenant reminded him of his current condition-erect, and painfully so. Another reason to avoid Sakura like the plague; there was no way in hell she'd not notice. He was so hard he probably could have won his spar just by knocking Sasuke around with it.

'Hmph. Let's see him ignore me THEN.'

As he retrieved the last of his shuriken, ready to go straight home for a little 'relaxation,' Sai suddenly appeared at his side, well within Naruto's personal bubble. "Naruto-kun, shall we go get some ramen? I believe it is my turn to treat."

Damn, that was right. He and Sai almost always went for ramen after training. Naruto's stomach almost overcame his hormones for a moment, as sensory images of miso ramen with extra toppings danced in his brain . . .

But only for a moment; there a nearly imperceptible breeze that carried the scent of sweat and Sai, and then the desperate need to shove the artist into the nearest tree and fuck him until the raven screamed his name and came all over them both asserted itself.

He was pretty sure Sai was only willing to treat him to ramen, though. A rough fuck probably wasn't on the menu.

Gritting his teeth and scrunching his eyes shut to try and block out the porn playing in his obviously deranged mind, Naruto faced away from the walking temptation behind him and silently repeated his mantra:

'It's not me. It's not me. It's not me.'

"Naruto-kun?" Sai sounded concerned.

Naruto forced himself to focus, pulling on the old mask he wore whenever things got rough; if he could act goofy and confident when the villagers were-literally-throwing stones at him, he could manage to fool an emotional retard like Sai. Grinning as widely as he could, he looked over his shoulder at his teammate, "Thanks Sai, but I'm pretty wiped out. I'm gonna go home and have a shower and y'know, kick back for a while. I'll catch you later!"

And he was gone.

Sai sneezed in the cloud of dust left in Naruto's wake. He felt confused, which was a common enough occurrence since meeting the blonde, but he also felt the first stirrings of curiosity. Why would Naruto, ramen gourmand extraordinaire, turn down unlimited-not to mention, FREE-bowls of his personal ambrosia?

This warranted investigation.

Sai was about to follow, when, in a move similar to his, Sakura appeared behind him. "Sai, would you like to go get something to eat with me? There's a new sushi stand that's supposed to be awesome!"

As he considered, he let his mouth go on autopilot, forming some response about 'why would she want sushi, having already spent the afternoon with a cold fish like Sasuke,' ignoring the death glares both of his teammates sent his ways as he made some mental calculations. In the end, the opportunity to bond with his other teammates (well, bond in Sakura's case. More like annoy in Sasuke's) outweighed his need to spy on the Kyuubi container.

But he'd be watching closely from now on. Maybe today was an aberration, but if a pattern emerged, he'd be all over it. He wasn't an elite ninja for nothing, after all. If something was wrong with his friend, he'd find out.

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True to his word, Naruto hit the shower first thing when he got home-however, his actual intent was not so much getting clean as getting dirtier.

Within seconds, his back was to the shower wall, shivering as the cool tiles felt positively freezing in contrast to the his heated skin, amplified by the nearly scalding water cascading down on him. Biting his lip to stifle his moan, he trailed his fingertips over the head of his erection, playing with the tip a little. God, he wanted, he needed release so badly . . . deciding to skip his usual teasing foreplay, he wrapped his hand around his cock, inhaling sharply at the sensation.

He knew he wouldn't last long. He'd been more or less aroused for the entire morning, and only the fear of what Sakura would have done to it had she noticed its presence had kept him in check. As he rapidly pumped his shaft, he grimaced as the familiar heat curling through his belly took on an extra intensity as his seal started to manifest, fed by Kyuubi's chakra.

He closed his eyes, ignoring the faint swirls of red creeping along the walls of the tiny shower. His hand moved faster, fueled by random images of his teammates, particularly Sasuke. He'd carried an emotional torch for Sakura for years, but when he consistently moaned his male friends' names at night, it had been pretty clear where his sexuality lay.

He didn't even have time to settle for a specific fantasy-though he'd nearly settled on his usual Sasuke-and-Sai-ambushing-him-in-the-shower scenario-before the heat in his belly exploded. He moaned loudly as hot come splattered over his hand and stomach to be washed away under the spray of water. His release was intense enough he was seeing white splotches of light against his eyelids as he sagged against the wall.

He slid carefully to the shower floor, tucking his knees to his chest so that he could fit in the tiled space. He opened his eyes to see that the red swirl had dissipated for the moment, and grinned in relief, even as he tried to catch his breath.

Finally . . . now maybe he could spend the rest of the day in peace . . .

Once his limbs stopped shaking, he stood again, intending to rinse off, get out and get on with the rest of the day. Maybe if he hurried, he could catch Sai and get some of that free ramen . . .

Just as he turned off the water, Naruto was suddenly hit by a vicious stomach cramp. He doubled over in surprise as he felt raw, undiluted lust start to creep through his veins; despite having come not two minutes ago, his cock was already hardening, and the burning need to fuck began to overtake him again.

'DAMMIT!' he swore mentally, slamming a hand against the slick tile. If anything, the sensations were stronger. With a sense of panic, he noted the swirls of red as the Kyuubi chakra made a second appearance. He could feel the bones and muscle tissue in his face begin to strain as his canines elongated, his whisker marks deepening. He didn't need a mirror to know what he looked like. And if he listened with more than his ears, he could almost make out the sound of Kyuubi laughing over his frantic heartbeat.

This was bad. Really bad. If he didn't do something, he'd either start sprouting tails or start roaming the streets like a sex-starved animal in heat, molesting anyone unlucky enough to cross his path. He had to do something.

He had to do someone

Naruto stumbled out of the bathroom and grabbed the phone, hitting the last, unmarked button on his speed-dial.

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A/N: All right guys, tell me what you think so far! Reviews make Dina-chan verrry, verrry happy, and I bet my partner in this particular crime would love to know what you think!