Pulse

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, I never have, and I never will....sadly. If two men kissing, touching, or otherwise pleasuring eachother is upsetting to you, read no further.



Author's Note: "get down, make love" Was originally sung by Queen, and later covered by NIN. Many thanks to blisblop and Redwitch for helping me out.



Summary: “You stayed the night…” I whisper. He nods, trailing his fingernails down my bicep. “I have to go….I have obligations….I want to see you again though.” …..And despite not knowing each other, I begin having an affair with my masked partner, or “Aki” as I have named him, because the red sheen of his hair reminds me of Autumn.





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A few days have passed since the “club incident” as I now refer to it. I find myself growing more anxious by the day. This morning I realized that I could not just leave it at that. It would feel too much like running away if I did nothing. Not only that, but my day to day behavior is suffering as well. I am getting absentminded, and oftentimes my students ask me questions and I’m too distracted to answer. I have to put a stop to this, tonight I am going to the club, there is no getting around it.



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Each day the memory of the masked man has grown stronger and more vivid. So too has my ability to resist the side effects of the medications I am taking. Although, I could still do with a little better. The Kyuubi still comes through sometimes in that hour or so before the meds hit me full force.



One thing I must say for the Kyuubi though, when he wants something, he does not dance around it like an idiot…not like me. I have been too much of a coward to approach Sasuke about my feelings for him. However, tonight I will do something about this whole one night stand situation. That is, if he is there, and if I see him.



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As I look at my reflection in the mirror, I fill with uncertainty. I look exactly as I had on that night, clothes and everything. My hair is tinged red, and smoothed down so it hangs nearly to my shoulders. My eyes are not visible through the concealing mesh over my them, and the mask hides the rest of my face.



If he is there, I hope he will remember me, and I hope that I am not just some notch on his bedpost. If I am…I will just have to deal with that, and move on. Well, sitting here and dwelling on it is no way to get an answer. I give myself a small shake before I walk out the door and into the waiting night.



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The stars shine brilliantly overhead as I sway uncertainly on my feet. Nearby, beckoning music sounds, drawing me into that club of writhing shadows once more.



The thick smell of sweat and the erratic beating of over a hundred pulses nearly overwhelms me upon entering the club. Bodies sway and move to music as it pulses through the dance floor. Lights of fluctuating color whirl around the room, making it look like I have stepped into another world. For a moment I am stunned, my memories could not have prepared me for this, onslaught on the senses as it is. I need to get a hold of myself, the Kyuubi’s senses are bleeding over to me. This is not something I mind on missions, but in a situation like this, it is dizzying.



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He’s here, I’m standing right behind him staring at his dark hair, and contemplating how to approach him. I have just settled on the perfect thing to say when he turns and faces me.



Without a word, he pulls me out to the dance floor. People are grabbing at us, but he just pushes them away. It’s me he wants, only me, so much so that he is clearing a path for us to dance in peace. In an instant my world tips on its axis, oh yes, he remembers me.



Strong arms pull me close as we reach the spot he has deemed appropriate, and a soft voice growls seductively in my ear “Hello there…” I say nothing. Everything I wanted to say vanishes into blankness as we begin to dance. We are in a room full of people, but we may as well be alone for all the mind we’re paying them.



I manage to get out a small question. “What can I call you?”

His arms tighten around me and he answers. “Blue…”



I don’t ask why, I feel I shouldn’t, I also get the sense he does not want to know my name, not yet. It’s strange, I know, but this place feels like a dream world where normal rules don’t apply. So I just nod, and now my masked partner has a name.



I notice that gradually the music is changing to something darker, something incredibly seductive. My heart speeds up as the heavy bass of the song begins sounding.



"Get down make love,

Get down make love,



You take my body,

I give you heat,

You say you’re hungry,

I give you meat…"



The words of the song are a shock, and I hear Blue growl softly in my ear as a response to them. The sound sends a shiver down my spine, already, I am aching for him.



"I suck your mind,

You blow my head.

Get down,

Make love,

Inside your bed..."



It stirs something primal in me. The heat, and the press of his body against mine are driving me mad with longing. I almost moan when he runs his nails down my back. We are dancing chest to chest, but the music spurs me to change things.



I turn in his arms and whisper. “No, like this.” I hear him gasp as he grabs my hips, pulling mine level with his as we grind to the music.



"I can squeeze,

You can shake me,

I can feel,

When you break me…"



His hands slide under my shirt, and I lean further against him, letting my head rest on his shoulder. I desperately want to kiss him, but I value my anonymity, and judging by his mask, so does he.



Both of us are panting slightly as the song begins to morph into another one, but the message of the last one has not left our ears. The desire is running so hot between us that I am not surprised when he murmurs urgently. “I have a room close to here.” I nod my assent, and we steal out of the club, heading for the hotel.



As soon as we are in the room, Blue pushes me up against the door. His arms are on either side of my face, and I know he wants to kiss me. I see him shake himself, and he begins pulling my clothes off, which inspires me to do the same to him. He really does have an incredible body, obviously that of a ninja. I, for the moment, am content to just gaze at Blue for a while, but he has other ideas. I am utterly shocked when he pushes his mask up so only his lips are visible. He must be completely unable to see, but that does not stop him.



He kisses the center of my chest, and then begins to work his way down, stopping to twist his tongue in my navel. I shudder, and rest my head against the door. That is one of those erogenous spots most people ignore…evidently Blue is not one of them. “Fuck…” I hiss through my teeth, as he does it again. He just chuckles. “I haven’t even started yet.” There is a smile in his voice, I just know he must be looking smug.



Ever so slowly he draws a finger down my shaft. Then, as I watch, he licks the head of my cock with the tip, and then the flat of his tongue. The feeling is electrifying, and I find myself squirming under the soft caresses of his mouth. He smiles, and then draws nearly half of my cock into his mouth. I hear a sound escape my lips, something between a moan and a scream, but I don’t care. It feels good, almost too good, like I may just die if something does not give. He continues, and I am grasping desperately at the door, but there is nothing to hold onto except a doorknob.



Blue begins to hum, and now I really do think I might die. My back arches, and I whine low in my throat, reaching out impulsively to grab at his hair. He stops me before I can, hands locking around my wrists in an iron grip, pinning them to my sides.



I feel I am about to explode, when Blue abruptly stops and pushes his mask back down. I suppress a growl of anger when he pulls me into his arms, carrying me over to the bed.



“On you hands and knees.” He commands. I am all too willing to comply. The mattress moves, I know he is behind me, and I can feel his eyes on me as well. I take a deep breath, he is spreading my thighs further apart and I am not quite certain what to expect.



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He shivers as I run my nails down his spine, and I know he enjoys being petted, by me, at any rate. He is so pale, even in the dim lighting of the hotel, his skin still looks like porcelain. He’s beautiful, to the point that I’m having trouble comprehending it. I wonder fleetingly if Sasuke is this beautiful.



I rouse myself from my contemplation before it takes me somewhere far, and move closer to him, sliding my hands along his thighs. This time I do not want to leave him any painful memories, even if they are of pleasure. I have a feeling that impulse was more the Kyuubi than myself. I reach over to the side table where earlier this evening I had placed a bottle of lightly scented oil in the slim hopes of this happening. As I uncork the bottle, I hear his breathe catch, but he says nothing.



“You’re so quiet…” I murmur. I want to make him scream again, to hear him give into me completely. I know part of that is the Kyuubi, but it is also partially for myself.



I slick my fingers with the oil, breathing in the vaguely tropical scent. He sighs when I push my index finger into him, the soft sound of pleasure makes me harder if that is even possible. Shivery moans punctuate the relative silence of the room, as I work the digit within him. He is not fighting it, I did not think he would, but it makes me happy none the less.



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When Blue presses his second finger into me it catches me by surprise, and I let out a gasp.



“I’ll take it slow…” He whispers. “No pain tonight.”



He sounds genuine, and I nod wordlessly. Part of me does not care. I think I may be a touch masochistic. Then again, the pain was interlaced with a very intense pleasure, so that may account for it.



His fingers twist and scissor inside me, abruptly cutting off my train of thought. Suddenly, his fingers brush against something that makes my spine tingle and my knees feel weak. He turns his wrist in a circular motion and I am gasping. I bite my lip, the pleasure is so sweet it almost hurts, I want to say something, anything, but my voice has stopped operating normally.



A third finger slides into me, breaking my silence, and I can’t help but cry out. I am torn, I never want this to end, but I also want more. “Blue…please…I need…” he does not let me finish my request. “Just wait….be patient” he says, but I can hear the strain in his voice, he wants this as much as I do, but is afraid of hurting me. “I can handle it….Ah!!” He pulls his fingers out and spears them back into me again, and another cry escapes my lips. “No…” He murmurs, “Not yet.” I decide to stop arguing with him, he must have something in mind.



My breathing hitches, and I whimper as I feel his fingers widen, evidently he wants to make certain I am very ready. I feel a fourth digit begin pressing into me, and I wriggle uncertainly. I hear him make a slight ‘tch’ sound when I squirm, and he grabs my hips, stilling them with a hand. “Relax.” I take a deep breathe, Blue’s fingers are sliding in deeper, my hands tighten on the sheets, and I shut my eyes. He tilts his fingers, thrusting them further in, and rubbing across my sweet spot. I scream, and nearly pitch face first into the pillows, but Blue’s hand stops me and holds me steady. His pace is so slow it’s excruciatingly torturous, but I don’t want him to stop.



By the time he pulls his fingers out, I am panting, resting my face in my elbows. The mattress shifts again, and I feel Blue moving up closer. “Don’t move…” It is a command I can comply with easily. My eyes snap open and I gasp, shuddering violently, as I feel the tip of Blue’s cock penetrate me. His hands rub soothingly at my back, but I don’t need it, I’m in no pain. “Don’t worry…doesn’t hurt…move, NOW!” I whisper urgently. He groans in response, and grabs my hips once more, moving forwards until his hips meet mine. “Gods..” I moan, gritting my teeth, does he ever know how to respond to a command. I shift slightly, widening my legs, there is a little pain, but nothing I can’t easily deal with. “You okay?” He gasps, and I can hear Blue’s voice tremble with strain. I push myself back onto my hands, and nod. “Don’t stop, I like it.”



I feel him hesitate before he wraps his arms around my waist. Without warning, he pulls out completely, and then thrusts back in. I hiss through my teeth, biting back a cry. The shaking begins as Blue sets the pace. My nerves feel as though they are on fire, every caress, every movement feels amplified tenfold. I am being enveloped in a sensory overload. I begin rocking my body back against him, there is no longer any kind of restraint, Blue’s hands are leaving bruises on my hips, but neither of us relents. I feel everything is spiraling out of control when he unexpectedly slows down.



“I…want this to last…” He pants. “Well…” I choke out thickly. “You should slow down then…otherwise, we are not going to be able to.” I should be angry that he stopped, but I too want this to last longer.



He pulls out of me, and I shiver, I am so riled up that just that small motion was enough to make me pant. Blue grabs some pillows and situates them under my hips. “Lie down on them.” he instructs, and I comply, resting my face on my folded arms. Blue straddles my legs and grabs my wrists, stretching my arms up until my hands touch the headboard. He braces his arms at my sides. I cry out as he sheathes himself completely in my body once more. Somehow, it feels deeper like this. Blue begins angling his hips in a different direction, and in that instant he hits that spot that makes my nerves scream. My back arches as the pleasure rips through me “Oh Gods! This isn’t going to work…I can’t…you just…” He stops me by hitting that spot again, I am caught between wanting to move with him, and trying to change positions.



The springs in the mattress creak in protest as he slams into me again. I say something incoherent to Blue, and he slows down. I feel him rest his chest against my back, the weight of his body fully pinning me to the bed. He takes a quivering breathe, then begins moving his hips in a circular motion, it is a slow, deep penetration. My eyes shut tightly as we move together, the room filling with our moans and sighs.



It is like nothing I have ever experienced, the intensity is beyond even our first time together. This is a writhing, all consuming pleasure, that is overtaking the both of us.



I reach to my side and grab one of Blue’s hands guiding it beneath me. He takes the hint, wrapping his fingers around my achingly hard cock. A low whine escapes my lips as he begins moving his hand in time with his thrusts. Every move he makes just barely brushes my sweet spot. Hazily I realize I can’t live without this supreme high that obliterates all worries, and narrows my world down to the slick glide of skin against skin.



Blue’s breathing is coming in erratic bursts, and I know he must be as close as I am. I can barely think, but I am determined to take Blue with me. I shove myself back against him, and clamp my inner muscles around his shaft, hearing him cry out in response. “Cum with me…” I hiss through clenched teeth. Blue screams, and speeds up, I am crying out, urging him on, and he sounds just as broken as I do. My body wracks with shudders, and I feel something give within me. My world explodes with a ecstatic quiver, sending jolts of pure blinding ecstasy through me. I hear myself scream something, but nothing matters in this moment of bliss. In the background I hear Blue say something unintelligible, his hand tightening on my hip with bruising force. He plunges in deep, knocking the wind out of me. I hear him give a feral sounding growl, then, hot liquid spills into me. He falls on top of me, gasping quietly in my ear.



For a few moments we are both speechless, and motionless, then blue rolls off of me, and pulls me into his arms.



There is a sense of surrender in this whole experience, I feel as though I have given myself over to him. It is a thought that terrifies as well as exhilarates me. I am uncertain what to do in a situation like this, there is not exactly a guide book entitled ‘How to Make a Relationship With a Masked Man (who you only know as Blue’) work For You’.



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“We need a shower” I murmur quietly, still too stunned by what has just transpired between us to get anything intelligent out. He nods, and I carry him into the bathroom, setting him down on the vanity seat while I get the water ready.



We bathe together wordlessly, and I get the feeling we are probably mulling over very similar thoughts. I want to know who’s face is behind the mask, and I’m sure he wants the same thing. I finish showering first, wrapping a towel around my waist. Before I go back into the room, I tell him, with no small amount of hope in my voice “You are welcome to stay the night…if you want to that is.” I didn’t mean to sound so hopeful, I don’t want to come off as desperate. He looks back at me briefly, or at least I think he does, I cant see his eyes, and says “I…I’ll think about it.” That’s as good an answer as any, and I walk into the room, shutting the bathroom door behind me.



I take the sheets off the bed and set them in the hallway….those poor room-service people. The comforter is clean, and I slip under it, not bothering to get dressed. I wait for as long as I can before drifting off to sleep.



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When I walk into the bedroom, Blue is asleep, I can tell by the steady rise and fall of his chest. Sleeping in a mask is going to be uncomfortable, but I have done stranger things in the name of being a Konoha ninja. Stealthily, I get into bed, making sure not to wake him. In moments I drift off to a very sated sleep.



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Birdsong drags me unceremoniously from my dreams. The clock next to the bed reads 7:34 a.m. “Damn birds….” I growl. “Didn’t they get the memo I sent them about not singing before nine?”



I yawn, and then nearly choke when I remember that I’m in a hotel room and…… He’s here! I nearly dance out of the bed, but keep still so as not to wake him. I move closer, and he shifts, stretching languidly. Crap, I think all that rambling about birds woke him up. “Good morning.” He says semi groggily, stretching again.



I reach out and pull him into an embrace, hearing him sigh contentedly as I do so. “You stayed the night…” I whisper. He nods, trailing his fingernails down my bicep. “I have to go….I have obligations….I want to see you again though.” …..And despite not knowing each other, I begin having an affair with my masked partner, or “Aki” as I have named him, because the red sheen of his hair reminds me of Autumn.