Tenebroso

Title: Tenebroso 13

Author: ofphenwa

Rating: NC-17

Summary: Having obtained what he desires, Minato keeps a stranglehold of his most precious treasure, Naruto. Should Naruto be taken away from him, Minato will gladly burn the world down in his dark madness. Is there an end to the nightmare?

A/N: Caveat Lector. Let the reader beware. Oh god, I’m just going to go and huddle in a corner over there. 

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Tenebroso 13



The world was inverted monochrome in stark black and white. The moon was deep crimson and its light stained the surfaces red. The landscape was barren with a few scattered dead trees that cast long and distorted white shadows on the black ground with their skeletal branches. The shadows grasped hungrily at his feet, devouring his own shadow. It was absolutely silent and the air was stagnant and heavy with the smell of acrid decay. 



Minato walked. 



Having no predetermined destination in mind, he simply walked where his feet took him. There was no use trying to force it because he would end up at the same location in the end every time, such was the queer logic of dreamscape. As he walked, he occasionally would come across small relics of his childhood. It could be an old stuffed toy ready to come apart at the seams, a cherished book or even a favourite piece of clothing. He would pause to examine these items that had been dear to him before leaving them behind in the dust, having taken his fill of nostalgia. 



Then he finally came upon a field of grass with a lone tree in the middle. Unlike the other trees he had seen, this tree was alive, its branches thick with leaves and trunk as wide as ten men side by side. Next to the tree, there was a small pond filled with water. The water was stained by the red moonlight such that it resembled blood but it was clean – he’d drank from it before (did he?) He knelt beside the pond, cupped his hands in the water and brought it up to his mouth to drink. Then he looked at his reflection and was startled to see not himself as he was now, but as a young boy. 



The boy smiled at him brightly, the sheer innocence and young naiveté in the smile making him feel old, and oddly, it also reminded him of Naruto. Suddenly, an ill wind blew, shaking the tree. It also caused a ripple on the pond surface. The boy splintered and distorted until all that was left, was his real reflection. He stared, unable to comprehend the vision of his reflection with black eyes with completely no whites. His reflection was smiling too wide, its grin full of malice and sharp teeth. 



Disturbed, he slapped the pond surface to dispel his reflection. But all too quickly, the reflection reformed and it grabbed his wrist before he could move away. It was far stronger than him and way too fast as it pulled itself out of the water. His reflection, or rather, a monster cooed in a voice that echoed eerily, “You aren’t getting away from me easily…”



Minato launched a lightning-quick punch at it but it was easily blocked and the creature was far too close in his personal space with an odd jerky motion almost too quick for the eyes to see. It slammed him painfully against the tree and it continued, “…Because I’m you.”



With that, the monster plunged his hand into his chest and he experienced sheer agony as it began assimilating itself into his flesh, sinking into every single inch of his body. Unable to move, Minato couldn’t stop the process and it was with a helpless horror as the monster violated his mouth with a hard biting kiss that made his lips bleed. The monster winked at him, as it licked its bloodstained lips, “Not bad. Naruto tastes much better though.”



With a final push, the monster was completely in him and he felt like he was going to die. As everything went slowly black, Minato’s last thought was, “Why does the moon look similar to the Sharingan…?”

 

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When Minato woke up, he felt oddly detached from his own body and the world. Everything felt unreal, even the sensation of the blankets on his body. He extended his hands before his face and flexed his fingers, feeling curiously blank. His body didn’t feel like it belonged to him. It was as though he was simply an observer placed in a puppet body. He himself did not feel real. The observation distressed him mildly, to say the least. 



The only thing that felt real was Naruto beside him. He was still contentedly asleep and his warmth was like a furnace, piercing through the numbness. Even his bright yellow hair stood out clearly in the seemingly faded and unreal surroundings. Desiring to feel real again, he silently and stealthily crouched over Naruto, careful not to wake him. 



With a fascination that was real, he watched his fingers carefully trace Naruto’s features, feeling the slightly raised surface of his whiskers, the smooth curve of his cheek and the stubborn jawline with clear clarity. His eyelashes were soft and feathery against his fingertips and Naruto sighed contentedly in his sleep, his breath warm against his wrist. He shifted unconsciously, rubbing his body against him. The brief moment of body contact had him reeling with the sheer vividness of the sensations he felt. Naruto was warm and so very real. 



Naruto’s sigh also had drawn his attention to his lips, so much like a woman’s (Kushina’s) in their fullness and expressiveness instead of a man’s stern and thin lips. Minato rather liked them. Cupping his chin, he observed that they were an inviting pink and felt unexpectedly smooth and soft as he gently touched them with his thumb. Usually, they would be chapped and dry from moisture evaporating in the night without any water to replenish it. His answer finally came in the form of Naruto’s formerly unknown habit of licking his lips in his sleep. 



Heat suffused his body as he felt Naruto’s wet tongue flick at his thumb and the slight bite of his lower teeth against his flesh. Minato was now very awake and aware of Naruto’s inviting vulnerability as he continued to sleep trustingly in his presence. If he so wished, he could so very easily wrap his hand around that lovely neck he liked to mark with love-bites and squeeze, snuffing out Naruto’s life here and there before he even had the chance to fight. Instead, he only wished to reaffirm that he was real through Naruto’s presence.



Naruto moved again in his sleep, rolling over onto his side. His shirt rode up to reveal his tanned torso with flawlessly smooth skin with the exception of one chest scar. It was one of Minato’s fetishes to see how long he could leave his love marks on Naruto’s body that healed so quickly that a serious kunai wound would be gone within a week without scarring. Now keen desire filled him to see Naruto unclothed; he wanted to see and touch more of him, knowing that it would help him to feel more real. 



With barely a thought, he had a kunai in his hand and he tested the edge of it on his thumb. It was razor-sharp and finely honed, easily capable of cutting through Naruto’s clothes like butter. It was too difficult otherwise to remove Naruto’s clothes the normal way without waking him up. As he skillfully cut away the fabric without even letting the blade touch Naruto’s skin, he marveled at how Naruto still continued to sleep in his presence like a lamb with a weapon so close to his body. But to be fair, Minato wasn’t exuding killing intent and he was a very careful and skilled ninja. In addition, Naruto completely trusted and loved him to such an extent that the idea he would deliberately hurt Naruto did not even occur to Naruto.



As the last of ruined clothes fell away from Naruto’s reposed body with a whisper, Minato put away the kunai and finally, finally bent down to claim Naruto’s parted lips, slipping his tongue into his mouth as he kissed him deeply. Naruto still tasted of sweet and minty toothpaste and he responded instinctively in his sleep, parting his lips wider as he kissed back. He murmured huskily, “Minato…”



Taking it as permission from Naruto to continue, Minato took a moment to feast his eyes on the gorgeous Naruto (self-admittedly, it was a bit narcissistic when you considered the fact that he did look similar to him in some ways despite his blatant resemblance to Kushina). Now he felt pride. Pride in the knowledge that this beautiful and skilled man came from his blood and was completely his. 



Then lust. A deep overwhelming carnal lust burned in his blood and he never felt more real than he did now. His body now truly felt his and real as he reached for the small bottle of oil in the bedside drawer. The smell of musky sandalwood filled his nose and caused his arousal to spike as he opened the bottle and poured the oil into his hand. He was so hungry and he couldn’t wait to satisfy his craving, wanting to hold on to the sensation of being in the moment with such vivid clarity. 



As he efficiently and thoroughly slicked himself, he bit down on a groan at how sensitive he was now and it felt so, so, so good with just his hand. He could easily imagine just how much better and intense it would feel when he was in Naruto. Gently rolling Naruto onto his back, he settled down between his legs and hooked them over his hips, enjoying the feel of him under his hands. Naruto looked so inviting like this, splayed open for him like a fine offering. 



He doubted that the even the best Tayu in the Fire Capital’s best pleasure quarers could achieve the same level of contradictory innocent eroticism Naruto effortlessly displayed. Holding Naruto’s hips still, he slowly and carefully penetrated him. Even without the usual preparation beforehand, Naruto’s body was so relaxed in his sleep that it was easy pushing past the initial resistance of his entrance to slide home into him. 



Gods. Minato couldn’t breathe for a moment. Naruto felt so unbelievably tight and hot around him and he was never more grateful to be firmly anchored to reality now if that meant he got to experience this piece of heaven. Naruto was finally beginning to stir awake, his eyebrows drawing into a small frown, as he grew more aware. Excellent. That meant he could now participate and make this even more satisfying. 



Minato waited for Naruto to fully wake up. The moment he saw his eyes open and before clarity returned to them, he took the opportunity to restrain his hands as he pulled back to the tip before thrusting forward. Naruto’s eyes shot wide open with shock and he reflexively clenched down on Minato, causing both of them to shudder. A loud garbled curse escaped from Naruto, “…!!”

 

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Struggling futilely against Minato’s hold, Naruto was unable to stop Minato from ravishing him with long, deep thrusts that brushed against his prostate and sending bursts of pleasure up his spine. He simply had no leverage and well, frankly speaking, Minato was already balls deep inside him, making it pretty much impossible to stop him. The other alternative consisted of excessive violence via application of Sage chakra and he didn’t possess the necessary calm to gather it right now – he was too angry. His traitorous body far too used to this, couldn’t help but become aroused. Finally conceding defeat, he fell limp against the bed and glared up at Minato. He angrily panted, “What. The. Fuck.” 



Tightening his grip on Naruto’s wrists, Minato gave a leisurely deep roll of his hips that nearly made Naruto’s eyes cross before answering cryptically, “You make me real.”



“Okay, what the fuck are you talking about? You just stripped me naked and you actually fucked me while I was still A.S.L.E.E.P! I’m guessing that you didn’t even prep me beforehand from the way it stings. I am so fucking pissed off at you right now.” 



It was impressive how Naruto was still able to rant coherently even as Minato slowly fucked him into the bed. Anger allowed him to think clearly despite the toe-curling pleasure his body experienced. Snarling, he clenched his hands into fists, “I’m not a goddamn whore for you to use as you please.”



“I know. I’m sorry but I needed this.” Minato’s quiet reply finally made Naruto halt and look at him, finally seeing that he didn’t look well. There was a feverish light in Minato’s eyes and he looked so blank like a doll. Naruto felt his anger sputter out to be replaced by concern. Relaxing slightly and softening his tone, he asked, “What’s wrong? You say that this…helps?”

A flicker of emotion passed over Minato’s face. Pausing, he finally let go of one of Naruto’s wrists to touch his cheek. The gesture worried Naruto greatly. It seemed too desperate and so unlike Minato. Minato finally repeated his first answer, “You make me feel real.”



Naruto had never heard such a needy tone from Minato before. It was scary seeing the legendary Yellow Flash look and sound so lost. Realising that Minato really needed this intimate contact, he took a deep breath to steady his confused emotions. Gently, he took Minato’s hand on his cheek and squeezed, “Okay. I still don’t quite understand… But you’re real and you’re here with me. I’m still not happy that you didn’t ask me first but just this once, I’ll let you take what you need.”



Relaxing his inner muscles, he rocked up against Minato to take him in deeper, a fine tremor running through his body at the pleasurable friction. He smiled up at him and breathily said, “Come on, finish this. You’ve got to finish what you started, right?”



Minato shuddered and it was like a dam had been broken. In a fluid motion that made his head spin, Naruto was suddenly on his knees and he choked on a pained scream as he felt Minato roughly enter him again from behind. Gods, this hurt, his tender flesh burning from the sudden stretching. Minato barely gave him a moment to recover his breath before he started fucking him hard and fast. 



Gritting his teeth at the pain, Naruto forced himself not to instinctively recoil and tried to relax, opening himself up to Minato’s relentless thrusts. This was not about his pleasure. This was about helping Minato to fulfill his needs even if it was at the expense of himself. Minato’s hands on his hips squeezed painfully and a splash of wet heat in him signaled his release. Naruto thought it was over but no, Minato was pushing him back into the bed and ruthlessly fucking him again, panting harshly into his ear.



Naruto restrained a flinch and a pained cry as he felt something suddenly tear, warm sticky fluid trickling down the back of his thigh. There was a suspiciously familiar scent of copper in the air. Even as he felt the instinctual warm tingle of his body healing quickly, Minato was merciless, giving him no time to breathe or think between thrusts. Stopping was out of question. Determinedly not feeling his eyes stinging, Naruto buried his face in the pillow, clenched his fists in the bedsheets and bit his lips.



This was going to be a very long and painful night.