Sealed

Sealed
XI

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Author: Ms. Trick

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Note: Reviews make my life. No seriously.

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Chapter 11

Sasuke balefully glared down at the blonde drooling onto his bare chest as the morning light knifed through the windows onto the bed.

“Ugh,” he muttered, kicking the sheets off his legs and clambering out of the bed to his feet.

A disgruntled sound came from behind him and he looked over his shoulder to see one blue eye tiredly glowering up at him from under a mess of blonde hair.

Sasuke dismissively turned away and entered the bathroom, closing the door behind him. He stripped off his boxers, disregarding the semi-hard state his teenage body always woke up in, and cranked the shower faucet to a warm temperature.

He stepped under the spray and rubbed water over the spot where Naruto had inadvertently drooled on him during the night. As his hair became fully soaked and fell across his vision, he ran a hand through it.

He grabbed some soap and his hands mechanically travelled across and down his body. When he reached his thighs, he paused, dimly noting that his morning wood didn’t look like it would be going away any time soon.

He wrapped a slightly soapy hand around his erection and absently started stroking. Sasuke never really thought of anyone in particular when he was jerking off. Considering it a mere bodily desire, he didn’t need to envision anything to reach orgasm. Rather, he just let himself get lost in the sensation itself.

A muffled noise made its way from the bedroom to Sasuke’s ears and Sasuke had barely wondered what Naruto had done to make a noise that carried over the sound of the shower spray when the unexpected image of the blonde without clothes popped into his head.

And stuck.

Could put that mouth to better uses, his mind whispered.

Sasuke could feel a pink flush spread over his face and neck and he wasn’t sure he could pass it off as a result of the hot water.

He couldn’t shake off that thought though and his balls clenched, sending another flare of heat through him. He bit his lip and braced his unoccupied hand against the shower wall, at length giving in and letting the fantasy wash over him... blue eyes boring into him as that tanned body ground against and slid down his own, a pair of calloused hands scratching lightly down his thighs, warm breath ghosting over his bellybutton and then lower, that blonde hair brushing against the sensitive skin near his cock before a hot mouth--

“A-ah,” he gasped, coming suddenly and with enough force to leave his knees with a slight tremble.

He just stood still for the next few moments, letting his hand drift away from his dick as the warm water drenched him. He waited for his breathing to calm fully and decided that, okay, maybe he’d allow himself to fool around with his husband a little. It was technically his right.

Beyond the bathroom’s closed door, Naruto was coming down from his own orgasm. He wondered if Sasuke had heard the noise that had escaped from him earlier. He wet his dry lips and crumpled up the pillowcase he had used to catch his cum. He wrinkled his nose and tossed the ball of fabric at the laundry hamper that Sasuke hadn’t moved from next to the closet in three years.

Naruto laid back on his pillowcase-less pillow and folded his arms under his head. He grinned at the ceiling, waiting for Sasuke to get done with the bathroom.

Nope, he wasn’t going to get melodramatic about the fact that he was very much attracted to both his team mates--he’d just go for the one he was officially allowed to have his way with.

His grin grew and he felt that this was going to be a good day.

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Sakura woke up to find Temari awake and snickering next to her. The older girl was lying on her stomach under their white sheets, her elbows crossed under her as she gazed up at the wall above their double bed’s headboard.

“What?” Sakura yawned, also wiggling onto her stomach to take in the picture of Sasuke with his shirt off.

It had taken a considerable amount of luck and good timing and hot weather to get such a picture. Sasuke’s dark clothing had become too hot during one of his recent training sessions with Kakashi and so he’d removed his shirt. Sakura had had her camera because Ino had said she wanted to borrow it and she’d happened to pass the training grounds...

Sakura smiled, basking in the memory, as she confirmed that there was, in fact, nothing new about the picture and had no idea what the other girl was snickering at.

Temari turned to her and smirked. “Naruto’s gotten pretty damn easy on the eyes too...Maybe we should add a picture.”

Sakura laughed and snuggled down into her pillow. Through sleepy eyelids, she took in Temari’s familiar form. Her dirty blonde hair, out of its usual four pigtails, fell messily to a little below her shoulders and brushed the straps of the pale tank-top she slept in.

Sakura decidedly rolled into Temari’s side and the blonde good-humouredly nudged back.

“Coming to training today?” The younger girl asked, now cocooned tightly in the sheet.

“Hmm,” Temari thought, reaching over and playfully tugging a strand of mussed pink hair. “Yeah, sure. The Hokage doesn’t have me doing anything.”

Sakura smiled and raised her face to press her lips against Temari’s. Their soft mouths lingered happily and the hand playing in Sakura’s hair turned into a more gentle caress that ended under the girl’s chin. They broke apart slowly.

Their kisses and affectionate touches, though genuine, never really went further beyond that--neither of them were really lesbians and both of them knew it.

There was a pause and Temari’s eyes lit up. She grinned in a way Sakura knew was usually reserved for battle before saying:

“We need a picture of Naruto and Sasuke making out.”

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After finishing her stretches, Hinata took a deep breath of the light morning air and took a familiar stance.

“Byakugen,” she said.

Shino paid her no attention as he went through his own routine of pre-training stretches. Kiba and Akamaru were still yawning tiredly but were also warming up.

Hinata kept her breathing and her hands steady, blocked out the hum of her team mate’s insects, and let her vision expand. Her sight glided through the world in negative until she found something of interest.

Team 7 and Temari were meeting on the training grounds on the other side of the small wooded clearing off to Hinata’s right. She breathed and sharpened her gaze to make out the details.

Naruto’s hair was a dark grey and Sasuke’s was a sharp white in contrast as they went through the motions of a spar. Kakashi and Temari were beacons in their now-bright clothing and when Sakura’s punch struck the ground instead of her opponent, Hinata was sure she felt the dirt beneath her sandals rumble a bit.

She noted that Sasuke had to be wearing a white shirt because it appeared black and she squinted until she could make out both tiny clan symbols on his back as he blocked a punch. She resolutely did not switch her attention to his sparring partner.

Instead, Hinata let her eyes relax and her vision defocus before releasing the Byakugen. Wary of straining herself too early, she kept her white eyes closed for a few minutes and tried not to sigh.

She had been so ready to embrace not loving Naruto anymore.

But it was easy to say you didn’t love someone who was absent. She could get involved with what was around her and her everyday chores. Now he was back. And everything came back with him apparently: the overflowing admiration she had for his character, the stark contrast in their power levels...

She had never really stopped loving him. A wave of despondency rippled over her because whether she had stopped or not didn’t matter in the least.

Could she even face him as a friend like this? She was still so weak. She thought morosely of the seal draining her spirits.

“Hinata?” Kiba asked curiously. “You okay?”

A wet nose pushed its way into her hand and her eyes opened. She gave Kiba a tired smile and then looked down at Akamaru’s adoring gaze. She pet his head and lightly scratched behind his big white ears.

“Tired I guess,” she said.

Shino gave her a look but she ignored it and Kiba didn’t see it. Akamaru’s tail swished happily.

“Oh don’t do that. He’s supposed to be a ferocious, threatening nin-dog,” Kiba said with a wry laugh, watching his dog’s tongue loll out of its mouth happily. “That reminds me! Nee-san said she wanted you to help her out with the new litter of puppies this afternoon.”

Hinata nodded, still watching Akamaru.

Kiba frowned a little. Hinata had always been quiet but she hadn’t been so introverted for a long while now. Since yesterday, she seemed to be living completely inside her own head, saying and responding to little.

Some embers of jealousy flared hot at the bottom of Kiba’s stomach. He knew full well who’d come home to Konoha yesterday.

“Naruto’s married, Hinata,” he said in a suddenly monotone voice.

Her hand stilled and she looked up at him, eyes wide with fright. “K-kiba, I kn-know!”

“You are too,” he said fiercely.

She blinked, hurt by the implications of what he’d said. Seeing the pained look in her eyes, Kiba appeared remorseful for a second. Hinata knew he was just hurting too but still, doubting her as loyal was unfair.

Kiba stalked off, leaving Hinata at a loss in the middle of the training grounds. Akamaru whimpered in alarm, a noise hardly befitting a beast his size. He licked Hinata’s hand one more time and then loped heavily after his master.

She watched them go and fought back tears. A friendly hand landed on her shoulder and Hinata took some strength from it.

“He does have faith in you,” Shino said in a steady voice. “He’s more angry at himself for doubting you rather than actually at you.”

She took a few deep breaths to calm herself and blinked her wet eyes a few times, letting her friend’s even tone ground her.

“Thanks, Shino-kun,” she said quietly.

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Sasuke stood in the open sunlight surrounded by Naruto and three of his clones. The clan emblems in miniature lay like small shadows on the back of his white shirt. A cool breeze blew over the training grounds and Sasuke found a punch, two kicks, and a handful of shuriken flying towards him simultaneously.

He blocked the punch, twisted out of the path of the weaponry, and leapt into the air to avoid the two kicks, snapping on the Sharingan as he did so.

The three clones multiplied into eight and Sasuke’s eyes turned them into chakra forms. As expected of the Kage Bunshin Jutsu, it was impossible to distinguish which Naruto was the real one and each chakra figure had a spiral on its stomach that was glowing red.

Though Naruto was far from having a complete handle on the Kyuubi’s chakra, Sasuke noted that he had managed to tailor it to fit his system a little better. When Naruto had first learned to tap into the fox’s monstrous power, he hadn’t been able to focus it at all; rather, it whirled around him and in all directions. But much of the red chakra so visible to the Sharingan was being kept in reserve by Naruto himself.

As Sasuke began to descend, another volley of glinting kunai flew towards him. He unsheathed the katana strapped to his back and whipped it in front of him in time to obviate any threat to his health.

Sasuke mentally calculated Naruto’s growth and vaguely noticed the blonde doing the same with him. He recognized that Naruto was just testing him so far, that he wasn’t attacking with gusto quite yet. They were still warming up.

Not too far away, the form of Sakura poofed into a wooden log as a rush of scythe-sharp winds blasted through it.

Temari caught sudden movement out of the corner of her eye and leapt sideways. Sakura’s fist ruptured the rocky ground Temari had been standing on a second before and the blond girl rolled back up into a defensive stance, her large fan held open by the hand behind her back.

She caught sight of Sasuke’s katana taking out three of Naruto’s clones in a single slice.

Sakura considered options for her next move and immediately dismissed the use of any weaponry--the futility such attacks had been demonstrated quite thoroughly during their first chuunin exam. She found herself growing a little frustrated, as she always did when she sparred with her wife. Temari threw into sharp focus that Sakura’s weakness was an opponent with effective long-range attacks. As Kakashi had said during their redux of the bell training, her vicious strength didn’t mean a thing if she couldn’t land a hit.

“Remember though, I won first!” She heard Naruto huff loudly.

Temari looked over and Sakura rolled her eyes. Sasuke had his arm extended and a firm grip on his sword’s hilt, the tip of which, glinting in the sunlight, was kissing Naruto’s throat.

Sasuke frowned. “What?”

Naruto pushed the katana down and away from his neck and Sasuke let him. He returned it to its sheath on his back.

“Our first fight, right after graduating the academy, I won.”

Sasuke folded his arms and thought for a moment. “Where you tied me up and then transformed into me for...fun, did you say?”

“Uh...” Naruto stuttered, glancing at Sakura. “Right. That’s right.”

Temari looked between the two, bored now that her sparring match had tapered off. Remembering that day, Sakura opened her mouth to inquire further but Sasuke spoke before she could get a word in.

“So you got lucky,” he said with a smirk. “You surprised me. For the first and last time.”

Sakura recognized that tone of voice; it was the one guaranteed to get Naruto riled up. And sure enough, the blue eyes narrowed.

“Hah! Or maybe I’ve just been stronger from the start and you’ve been getting better just to keep up with me, Sasuke-chan.”

Sasuke grimaced and what he refused to label as an inferiority complex swished uncomfortably in his belly. Then the smirk slowly made its way back. Sasuke leaned in, locking his dark eyes with Naruto’s.

“It’s just the fox,” he stated simply and surely.

Naruto scowled into Sasuke’s face. “This argument again?”

“Maybe there’s some truth in it,” Sasuke sneered.

“You’re still a complete--”

Naruto didn’t bother finding an insult and just threw a hard punch to Sasuke’s head. Caught off-guard and irritated because of it, Sasuke predictably countered with a blow of his own. It took less than a second for a full-fledged brawl to ensue, complete with name-calling and shirt pulling.

Leaning on her closed fan for support, Temari dropped her head back to look at the sky exasperated. Kakashi peeked over his book from where he was resting under a tree and debated going over and putting an end to it. Sakura had a puzzled frown on her face and she was staring at the two boys. Tsunade’s voice echoed in her head: seals can contain chakra.

“...fox?”

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Hinata’s arms blurred around her as she batted away the swarm of Shino’s insects, taking care not to do much harm to them. She dug her heels into the dirt and tried to keep her focus, but her thoughts and worries kept surfacing.

Shino had faith in her. And so did Kiba, if Shino was to be believed. The fact that her team mates respected and understood her enough to know she would do nothing to intentionally hurt Kiba or jeopardize their marriage gave her a small bloom of warmth inside her.

But this warmth was doused quickly with the realization that if Naruto came on to her, if he really showed interest...she had no faith in herself not to resist him.

Distracted by knocking the insects aside and her own rough thoughts, Hinata didn’t notice Shino’s sudden disappearance until it was too late. She belatedly spun to counter his attack but found that a sudden exhaustion was consuming her body. And her feet were swept out from under her.

As she fell, the craving to unhook the seal squirmed inside her. She had all this power lying quietly in the mark on her chest and if she just...

“Hey!” a voice called in a familiar bored tone as she hit the ground.

The air left her lungs in a rush. As she released the Byakugen and the sudden urge to tap into her seal, she turned her head to see Shikamaru standing nearby with his hands in his pockets.

Shino greeted Shikamaru politely and she lay there, trying to get her breath back and wondering what would motivate the lazy shinobi to walk all the way out to this training ground.

She let her eyes close. Why was she so tired all of a sudden? She hadn’t used that much energy during the spar.

Shino’s bugs suck up chakra and I’ve been batting them away with the open tenketsus on my palms, she thought groggily. Nice job, stupid.

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