Parthenogenesis

A/N: Warning: Filler chapter.

Chapter 15: Naruto’s Secrets Revealed

‘The tall red-headed man followed his companion out of the rain and into a niche of the sheer rock face that blocked their path onward. It offered them some protection from the still pouring liquid of the heavens and let them reclaim some warmth to their limbs.

Riki tried to squeeze the water out of his long red hair to little use- it continued dripping little wet dots onto the cave floor. His companion, Katashi, had it easier with shorter brunet locks. They were plastered to his face, dripping beads of water lazily down his cheek, then neck, only to disappear into his clothing. Riki had the urge to follow one of those beads further, to watch it make its slothful trail down chiseled flesh. Then, Riki would perhaps lick the drop from Katashi’s bronzed skin before it could sink lower- only he was allowed lower. As Katashi’s lover, it was his right and privilege.

Riki couldn’t stand it anymore. He had to have Katashi, and he had to have him now.

“Katashi,” he whispered sultrily, catching the other man’s attention at once, “You look wet. Let me help you out of those clothes before you catch a cold.”

Fabric was peeled from flesh, sticky from the moisture. In no time, the two were shivering in their clothlessness. Chiseled body was against chiseled body- Two walking, breathing sex gods gifted to mankind only to have found a soul mate in each other.

Riki’s hands traced Katashi’s chest, bringing the man more shivers.

“Oh dear, Katashi. You seem cold. Would you like me to warm you up?” purred Riki in Katashi’s ear.

Katashi pulled Riki closer, licking along the ridge of his ear. “Please, Riki,” he moaned, “Please warm me up.”

Riki’s fingers found a sensitive spot on Katashi’s back that made him thrust toward the red-head. Lips met in a clash of tongues, and it just fueled the passion onward into…’

There was a familiar chakra presence approaching. It was Sasuke. Naruto quickly stuffed the Icha Icha Paradise: Yaio Version into a pocket and tried to look presentable. ‘That Riki and Katashi! They were quite the two rascals. They could find any reason to strip the other of their clothes and it result in hot, passionate sex. Jiraiya must really be perverted.’

Sasuke approached, catching a flash of orange book disappearing. It looked like the dobe was reading while waiting for him.

“I checked all the women’s bath houses and questionable businesses. Ero-sennin isn’t here,” Naruto reported dutifully, jumping up from where he had been sitting on a sturdy, short hedge wall. “’Did you get everything you needed?”
Sasuke nodded, but his thoughts were elsewhere. All the way to the hotel Naruto had picked to stay the night in, Sasuke was trying to come up with a way to brooch the topic of Naruto’s father. He wasn’t that much of a bastard to just open up possible old wounds for Naruto. An orphan had to wonder who their parents were. It didn’t seem proper just to throw around such sensitive information.

“Hey, teme! Brooding and walking at the same time? That’s a new one!” Naruto laughed as they went down a hotel hallway to their room.

Then again, Sasuke was a bastard. Why not continue the tradition?

“Naruto, do you know who your father is?” he asked bluntly.

Naruto’s reaction was instantaneous. The room key dropped to the floor from his hand halfway to the room door. His blue eyes swiveled to look at him- they were wide in shock.

Naruto regained some composure and cleared his throat, picking up the key to the room and letting them in.

“Why do you ask?” he questioned, throwing his backpack into a corner.

Sasuke raised a brow. “Is that a ‘yes’ then?” Naruto nodded.

“How long have you known it was the Yondaime? Why didn’t you tell anyone?” Sasuke rattled off, growing angry. Why was he angry? He could only wonder. Probably because he had seen the glares and the words the villagers exchanged with Naruto. If they had just known Naruto was the Yondaime’s son, they wouldn’t have dared.

Naruto laughed. “Who would have believed me, Sasuke? I’m their demon. I’d always wondered if I was related to the Yondaime since I first saw the picture of him when I was four and was in the Sasndaime’s office. We had the same hair color, the same eye color. We looked so much alike. I used to always pretend when I was little and had no one to play with, that the Yondaime really was my father. What type of father would he be? In my games, I always imagined we’d live in this huge home, filled with relations and friends. He would get home from the office and pat me on the head, mess up my hair and call me son. He’d ask me how my day went and I’d tell him all about all the new friends I had made that day. Then we would eat supper together as a family. My mother would be there too, though I still don’t know who she is. She would hug both me and my father and then shoo us away from the table and into the living room to rough house. But no matter how many times I imagined our family like that, the villagers would never tell me who I was related to. They bluntly refused to see the similarities between the Fourth and me. Eventually, while we were on that training trip, Ero-sennin told me that I was the Yondaime’s son, that my father’s name was Kazama Arashi. But I was not allowed to tell anyone. He said it was for my own safety. How did you find out?”

Naruto was now sprawled out on the bed, having moved there during his narration to get more comfortable. He looked up at Sasuke, measuring his words with his eyes.

Sasuke pulled out a package of herbal tea and gave it to Naruto.

“I went to get you something to help with morning sickness. The old lady there told me a story about delivering the Fourth’s son. I worked out that it was you.”

“She didn’t use my name specifically?” Naruto asked carefully.

“No.”

“Then I guess we’ll let her live,” said Naruto, laying back down.

Sasuke’s eyes widened in shock. Did Naruto just say…?

“Joking, teme, joking. She’s just an old lady. We wouldn’t hurt her.”

“We?”

“Ero-sennin and me. The Third gave Jiraiya the job of covering up that the Fourth ever had a son. I don’t think he ever had to kill anyone…I think.” Naruto shook the contemplative look out of his eyes and said, “Well, that’s enough thinking for me for one day, but if you have anymore questions about my deep, dark past, might as a well get them out now!” he said cheerifully.

Sasuke thought about this. There was really only one question that came to mind. It was a real bastard-of-a-question, but since Naruto had given the invitation…and it had been plaguing at his mind since Naruto had first hinted at it…

“Who did you lose your virginity to, dobe?”

Naruto chuckled and his eyes turned into little upside-down ‘u’s. “Jealous, teme?” Naruto challenged.

“Of you? Never, dobe.” Sasuke liked living in denial. It made him feel more accomplished somehow. It’s an Uchiha thing.

“Well, Ero-sennin said that he didn’t like teaching boys, and he said he would make me become a man the instant the opportunity arose. I didn’t understand what he meant until my 14th birthday. He said he was going to take me somewhere special for my birthday. I’m thinking that he’s going to take me to a ramen stand, but no. We end up outside this “Gentlemen’s club.” It was a whore house. Plain and simple, Ero-sennin tells me to chose a girl and go make myself a man.”

Sasuke suddenly understood the depth to the reason that Naruto called the Sannin Ero-sennin. But he didn’t interrupt Naruto.

“So I picked one of the girls, paid her well, but I never touched her. I said, ‘If a white-haired man asks how tonight went, tell him I fucked you into the bed real good.’ Then I left out through the window. I don’t know how he found out, but for my next birthday, he took me out drinking. He slipped something into my drink, male enhancer or something. Then he took me to a whorehouse again. This time, I couldn’t resist- I was drunk and drugged. I don’t remember much, not even what the girl looked like, but I remember that it just didn’t do anything for me. I just didn’t get turned on by girls unless I had some sexual drug in me. So I started experimenting.”

“Experimenting?”

“Kage Bunshins.”

“You fucked yourself,” the raven inserted with both curiosity and distaste.

“Not technically. They were henged into someone else.”

“Who?” Sasuke asked, feeling his heart sink. He knew it wouldn’t be him, not so soon after he had impaled Naruto through the chest with Chidori. What other guy had Naruto’s eye?

Naruto mumbled under his breath, turning scarlet and hiding his head under a pillow on the bed.

“Dobe,” he warned, “Who?”

Naruto threw the pillow at Sasuke, who caught it easily. “You, bastard!” he spit, all the while the entire spectrum of the color red took its turn on his cheeks. He began muttering about “pushy bastards who don’t know anything except how to brood properly.”

Sasuke, on the other hand, was in shocked silence. In a way, he was proud that he was Naruto’s first male bed-partner, but at the same time he was angry that it wasn’t really him. That hurt his Uchiha pride. ‘If the dobe wanted to sleep with me, he should have asked me! Not have someone else pretend to be me! I bet he made my clone bottom! Uchihas DO NOT bottom!’

“So you made me your uke,” he said emotionlessly. For Naruto, no emotion on the Uchiha was worse than anger.

He cringed. “Who said anything about uke?” Sasuke sent him a dark questioning look.

Naruto hastened to explain, “The thing about clones is that with one hard jab,” Naruto made a thrusting motion with his hips, “They poof out of existence, so…”

“You let your clone of me have top?”

Naruto nodded cheerfully. Sasuke let a smirk come back onto his face.

He said, “You know what they say about that, dobe?”

“What?” asked Naruto, supremely confused.

The smirk on the Uchiha’s face got bigger. He said, “Once an uke, always an uke.”

Naruto sputtered unintelligently for a while before he finally could form a sentence. He yelled, “You just made that up, TEME!”

But Sasuke was already in the bathroom for a shower. If Sasuke compiled a list right then of things he enjoyed the most, it would have gone: Training to Defeat Brother at top, but right underneath that would have been teasing the blond boy to the point of Naruto trying to fight him.

Maybe they could make that into some sort of foreplay in the future…

O0o.TBC.o0O

A/N: I hope this answered a lot of the questions you all have been asking in the reviews. A LOT of people wanted to know how Naruto lost his virginity which I alluded to some chapters ago. So this one was for ya’ll.