Kyuubi

WARNING:This chapter contains rape, incest and death. it is not for the weakhearted.:wink: so, if you decide not to read it all- just ask me what the plot development is. (altho, you really should read it... :happyhappy:) betaed by the lovely annieme :heart:

















Sad face..



Happy face..



Sad face..



Happy face..



Angry, upset, coy, shy, sad...



Kyuubi pulled his lips back again.. ‘Happy face..’ Blue eyes smiled back at him from the crackled mirror. Golden blond hair stuck unruly out in all directions,looking soft to touch. He lifted his arm and pulled it through the silky tresses. Feeling the softness tickle his fingers. `So soft...` Pulling the sides of his mouth down again, he leaned closer to the mirror, his breath making moisture gather on the smooth surface, making his reflection misty .. ‘Sad face’. He opened his mouth and stretched out a pink tongue, making an “AaaaAAh” sound. He wasn’t used to this new voice, it felt too smooth, too..... nice. He smiled to himself again, before frowning.



This wasn’t right.



The teeth were way too harmless. Not a fang present along the pearly white row. He pulsed his energy and smiled again as four teeth, two on either side grew a little longer, a little sharper. ‘There.. That’s just how a kitsune’s smile should look.’



He straightened, taking a step back to admire his new vessel. Tan skin.. honey colored almost, not a scar in sight. Muscled, but not bulky. Flawless skin. Yes, Kyuubi was very pleased. This was a very fine specimen of the human male. Healthy, young and strong.



He continued to let his eyes drink in the sight. Pink nipples, pert in the cold room. And a golden blond trail of short hair that crept from his bellybutton and down to nest around a limp dick, that looked way to enticing not to touch. He ran his fingers through the course hair, letting his digits trail further and further down, closing his eyes as a little spark shot through him when he his fingers played over his soft member, the skin there that much smoother. MmM.. yes, that felt good.



Smiling, he held his free hand out in front of him and studied it. Closing it, opening it.. closing it.. opening it. hm.. The nails were a bit too short, but that could be fixed.



Ah yes..he let his head loll back, his dick swelling in his hand..MMm..this felt amazing. Not nearly as good as it had felt with the other boy pounding into him. But still.. It felt damned good. Little electric thrills running up and down his spine. “Awww.. yes..”



He gave a little jolt when a ringing sound suddenly shattered the silence of the house. A small growl sounded from him before he padded over to the little pile of pillows and blankets his host had made a nest out of..throwing them witchever way to find the source of this disturbance.



The sleek cell gave another shrilling ring, vibrating desperately before the demon flipped it open and pressed it to his ear. “Yeah?”



“Hey.. how are you feeling man?” Kiba sounded winded. Like he was running.. probably walking Akamaru, like always.



“M`fine.. why?”



“What? Don’t sound like that. I know I haven’t spoken to you since that.. .well.. you know. Cave thing.. But my mom was a total bitch about it. You know how she gets. Fucking grounded me and took my cell phone.”



Kyuubi was staring at himself in the mirror again, his hand lazily stroking his dick. “It’s fine.. hey, why don’t you....” he gave a glance around the room..noting the state it was in, with blood covering the floor along with the glass littering every surface. “Why don’t I.. come over to your place..and maybe we could. I dunno.. fuck or something?”



“What?!” Kiba’s laugher made Kyuubi smile a little. “Man! I know I look damned fine, but you must have hit your head harder then I thought, since when did you become gay?”



“Since Sasuke fucked me in the ass yesterday.”



“Dickhead.. stop fucking around man, are you coming to school tomorrow?”



Kyuubi pouted slightly as he flopped down onto the bed, biting his lip to hold back a moan as he rubbed a finger over his swollen cock head, smearing pre cum around. School huh? He hadn’t really thought about that one.



“Sasuke gonna be there?”



“Pft..of course. Sasuke wouldn’t miss school for the world. You know this.Naruto? You sure you’re alright? Oh man.. shit! I forgot.. when is your stepmom and dad coming home?”



“Mom and dad?”



“Yeah.. they were supposed to get home from that business thingie they had around now weren’t they? Or did I get my dates mixed up?”



Kyuubi rolled around to lie on his stomach, resting his head on a bloodied pillow, the fabric hard from the dried liquid, smelling slightly metallic. Hm.. parents huh? He hadn’t thought about that either.But searching his hosts memories he could see that, indeed, they were supposed to get back home today.



Ah well.. it could be fixed.



Nothing like a little play to get him in a good mood. Smirking, he clicked his tongue a couple of times. “Nah.. I think you got the dates mixed. They won’t be home for at least a week, or maybe more. Kurenai talked about taking a vacation since they already were in Africa. She always wanted that you know.”



“Oh.I’m sorry..”



“Nah.. It doesn’t matter. So, still saying no to my offer?”



“Huh..?”



Kyuubi’s chuckle was cut short when he heard a car pull up into the melting driveway. He had checked out the window earlier, and the white masses of snow were fast dissipating. Leaving a wet puddle of porridge like mass in it’s wake. He jumped out from the bed and pulled the dark curtain back a bit.. just enough to let through a sliver of light.



A white Audi A6 was disappearing into the garage. It seemed like Naruto’s parents were home. And judging by the faint howl of horror he could dimly hear from the blackest recesses of his mind, Naruto really didn’t want him to meet them. `How nice..`



“I have to go Kiba. See you at school tomorrow bitch..”



“Whatever man..”



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“Naruto?!” Minato’s voice echoes uncertainly through the silence. He couldn`t help the small shiver that crept up his spine as he slammed the car door shut behind him, watching Kurenais back dissapearing through the white door that lead into a small halway connected to the kitchen and living room. The house was dark, eerie, not a single light on, and there was a smell hanging in the air. Something new, unknown......rotting.



This wasn’t how the house usually felt, a bang of regret, guilt and worry for his son shot through him. A knowing feeling that somehting was horribly wrong drilling his mind. Naruto should be used to being home alone, but it still gnawed at Minato whenever he and Kurenai had to be gone for more than a week.



These last days, Naruto hadn’t even picked up the phone..



But he did that sometimes..



If he was mad enough at them, if their trip lasted longer then planned. Like this time.. `One week longer.`



The door creaked on it’s hinges as Minato pushed it open calling out into the dark hallway. “Naruto?!” Soft footsteps could be heard on the second level. Someone walking slowly over the wooden floor, just above his head. Shuffling..`Naruto would run..`



This was so weird. Normally, Naruto would come storming down the stairs to tackle him, smiling like the ever vibrant sun. But then again..normally all the lights in the house would be on. And preferably the t.v or some music making background noise. Minato supposed it served it’s purpose. Naruto feeling less alone when the house wasn’t completely silent.. like it was now. so,so silent. He could hear Kurenai breathing in the kitchen.



Minato tried flicking on the living room lights, not really surprised when nothing happened. `Maybe a fuse went..and Naruto is in the basement, trying to fix it? `



`But.. then... who is in the second floor?`He barely had the time to swallow his breath before a desperate voice sounded from the kitchen.



“Oh my god! What happened here? Minato! Get in here..”



But Minato didn’t respond.. He was shocked beyond words.



Naruto was there..



Standing in front of him, just barely hidden by the shadows. The little sliver of light, that crept through the crack in the crimson curtains, crawling over the right side of his body. His naked body.



And `oh my god, his eyes..`



His eyes..



Those blue eyes that had always shone with so much light, laughter and life...



Minato felt bile rise in his throat, his heart thudding hard in his chest while his stomach twisted painfully.



..Dead. That was the only word he could use to describe them. So cold and dead. The figure in the shadows stood completely still, hands hanging down at it’s side. And this was surely not Naruto.. oh no. This was something else. Minato would recognize his own son.. and this wasn’t him. No matter how much it looked like him. It wasn’t..



Minato felt his heart shatter as a significant piece was ripped out when he realized just what it was he was staring at.



“Oh my god.. What happened? Naruto?” Minato tried to scream for Kurenai to stand put, to stay away...to not go to the demon in the shadows, but it was too late. She was already hugging the creature, pressing it close to her body. Her voice was shaking with tears.“Naruto..What’s wrong? Stop scaring me.sweetie.... youre burning up. What’s wrong sunshine?”



She pulled back to look into dead eyes. Minato rushed forward on pure instinct when her whole body flinched, violent trembles wrecking through her frame. Seconds later she was on her knees in front of the creature. A bloodied fist sticking out from her back, dead eyes looking detached down at her dying form. Helpless suckling, sickening gurgling sounds coming from her gullet, as rivers of blood ran from her open mouth, a look of pure shock on her angelic face.



And Minato screamed. Screamed like he had never screamed before, like his lungs were ripped out when the creature brought the bloodied hand up to it’s mouth and lapped at the hot liquid.



He didn’t care for his own safety. He scrambled over to her, cradling her in his arms. His vision blurred from tears, a sickening warmness soaking into his clothes. He flinched when a warm hand pulled through his hair, petting him gently. “Shhh.. it’s okay dad..”



“No! No! Don’t touch me.. Where’s Naruto? Where is my son? You fucking bastard! Give me my son back!”



“Dad?” And oh god.. the voice sounded so desperate now, so real. Like it really was Naruto standing so still in the shadows, like it really was Naruto’s hand in his hair. But it wasn’t.. it wasn’t. Minato shook his head, closing his eyes.



“Please.. let my son go. Please. I-I’ll do anything you want. Just.. please.. leave him alone.” And he felt so pathetic. He couldn’t stop shaking, and his hands hurt. Like he had cut himself on something. Looking down he could see blood seeping from them, tiny shards of glass stuck in his skin. “Oh god.. Naruto? What is this?”



“Dad?” And there was that voice again, crying now. Shit! What if it really was Naruto this time? What if he had somehow managed to come forth. So Minato looked up.. and screamed again..the thing was still licking at the hand that wasn’t petting him, almost cleaned now. the same empty look on it’s face. Tears running freely from those dead eyes..like Naruto really was crying somewhere.. deep inside.





He scrambled backwards, heading towards the door. But there was something wrong. The ground.. the ground was cowered in tar. Thick, sticky tar, that jerked at his skin when he tried to rip free. He watched with horror as the door knob started glowing red, the metal melting.



“Dad.. Please. I don’t want you to leave me here alone. I’m so scared..please. Won’t you stay?”



Naruto’s form was walking slowly forward, feet dragging over the floor, the black tar dissipating where his feet touched, like a heavy nighmare lacing free. “Please...”



Minato tried to back up, but he was horribly stuck in the sticky substance. And oh god. It felt like it was creeping up his body, coiling inside his pants, up his legs. He wanted to scream, but bit it back, clenching his jaw. Instead, he took deep breaths through his nose, forcing his root fear deep down. He had to stay strong, had to keep strong for his son. For what if Naruto really was deep inside there..trapped behind those dead eyes, but still consious to witness the frightening events?



“I’ll stay.. just. Please. Can you cover her up?” He tiled his head towards Kurenai, unable to look at her.



To look at her face set in that surprised look.



His voice was shaking, shaking almost as hard as his body. Wild trembles running through him. “Please..”





Minato wanted to throw up when the thing walked over to him, silently, crouching down beside him, before it ran warm fingers over his face. and he could feel, fucking feel how blood from the hand mingled with his tears and sweat, smearing it..



“Sshhh.. it’s okay daddy. Don’t cry..” And the mocking tone made Minato want to scream, yell.. punch the creature. But this was Naruto for gods sake! Or.. it wasn’t, but it was. And the whole thing was so fucking frustrating, he wanted to scream, cry, tear at something so bad. But he couldn’t scream, couldn’t tear things to bits..so he just cried. Silently, sobbing pathetically. Feeling, so, so helpless and lost while he watched his son cover up the cooling corpse of his dead wife.



Plans were starting to form in his head. He had to save Naruto, had to cast this beast out. There was no doubt in his mind that there was a demon possessing his son. And the only man he could think of to help him.Was in hiding. But his name, no matter how creepy the man was, stood out like a hope in the darkness. Orochimaru. Yes, Orochimaru could help. But to get to him, Minato had to do his best not to piss the creature off. Had to do his best to stay alive.. somehow.



An empty laugh ripped him from his thoughts.



“You should have seen how scared he was. I want you to know that. That he really fought, I’ve never struggled so much to cast someone out before.But your boy. Oh yes.. he fought, so, so hard. I’m almost certain, that if he had had the loving care of his parents. Like 17 year old boys with severe concussions should have.. I wouldn’t have been able to claim him. Not as fast anyways...."



"....He was all alone, in this cold, dark house. He tried to call you, you know, but you didn’t pick up. And oh god, he was crying so hard.”



The beast smirked. Sitting beside him now, cradling him in his arms, and Minato could do nothing but to stay completely still, holding his breath. Too afraid to move. Feeling how Naruto’s voice rumbled low in the warm chest.



“It wasn’t hard to fake your voice, to tell him that he wasn’t important enough, that he should take it like a man, and stick it out. That you didn’t care if he was afraid. I think that’s the first time he tried to cut himself..”



Minato couldn’t hold back his sob. “Stop it.. please..Naruto, Oh god.. I’m so sorry. I’ll do anything just please.. let him go.”





Minato didn’t like the look fleeting over the familiar, but still so achingly unfamiliar face. It was a smug look, a look that said so much more then it didn’t. The demon knew he had him, knew he’d do anything, if only to get Naruto back for only one minute. He’d do it..



He realized all too late that maybe that was the worst part. The fact that the demon now had a hold over him. A pretty damned strong one too. Minato wasn’t stupid.. far from it. He knew that the creature would most likely lie. Would say anything, do anything to make him hurt. To make him doubt, and the chances of getting Naruto out was slim to none.



Unless..



He somehow, miraculously, managed to get a hold of Orochimaru before it was all over. Or at least convey a message to Naruto, so that maybe. Even after he was gone.That Naruto could somehow find a way to save himself, or make someone contact the crazed exorcist.



Orochimaru had seen one too many demons. Or that’s what Jiraiya always said whenever Minato, as a curious kid, would ask him about his silent lover. The serpent looking guy, with his yellow eyes, and abnormally long tongue had always creeped him the fuck out. Always carrying that black book with him, a book of demons..of blood, made from real human skin. A black book that contained the tales of the dead, and haunted, according to the creepy man. Of course. Back then. Minato had assumed the man just made things up. Because, surely.. there were no such things as monsters, demons.. right? Yeah. At least. That’s what he had always thought...



until today...



This calm Sunday.. when a something that came so far from being human, that it made Minato’s bones shiver in painful thrills, stood in front of him. Looking at him.. with that look in it’s eyes. It was such a dark look, a hungry look. A look Minato never would have wanted to get from his son’s eyes. He shivered again, creeping closer against the leather recliner situated in front of the t.v.



“Please.. I don’t want this. Please.. Just let him go...please. I’ll do..” He couldn’t say it. Because he wasn’t sure he could handle what the dark look was putting down as a prize. In Minato’s mind, that would be equivalent to rape.



Surely, if Naruto could somehow see, feel, or even comprehend what was going on. It would be like raping his own son. And that was just so fundamentally wrong. He couldn’t make his hands stop shaking, his lip from quivering or his breathing to slow, while his heart beat too hard in his chest. So hard, he was almost afraid to fracture a rib.



“Please.. don’t.” The creature was stroking it’s dick, or.. Naruto’s dick, in long lazy strokes. Smiling contently, like it enjoyed his suffering. Yeah, it probably did. ‘Fuck..’



“What gives you the idea that you have any choice in this matter human? Do you really think that I care about you and your opinion? About your wants? Silly man..” Naruto shook his head, laughing softly while he walked towards his father on the floor, putting a little swing to his hips as he walked, stepping over the corpse of his stepmom. “Tell you what.. if you do this without bitching.. I’ll let you talk to your son.. just a little chat between the two of you before I kill you. Alright? What about.. hmm...40 seconds? That seems fair doesn’t it? So you two can say your goodbyes.”



Minato flickered his eyes. Staring at his hands, clenching and unclenching them.. 40 seconds.. Was it worth 40 seconds? No.. but would he get a better offer? Unlikely. Would the demon take what he wanted regardless? Minato didn’t even have to confirm the answer in his mind. His body shook with the knowledge.



He took a deep breath, licking his lips before he nodded weakly. Cursing the tears that ran down his cheeks, the salty slime that covered his phallus.



“Oh my.. you look really good now. So precious with that fear shining from every damned pore in your body, and god, how good you smell. So.. enticing. Come here.. crawl to me, look at me.. beg for my cock.”



Minato swallowed. Afraid of what was to come. He knew it... deep down, he knew it. And he rebelled against it. Didn’t want it.. oh god, he didn’t want it. But he raised himself on shaky arms and legs, crawling like a fucking animal over to the still form of his only son. He bit his lip to keep his whimper back when a soft dick was pushed against his chin, his mouth.. smearing salty precum over his lip.



“Ahh.. dad. Fuck.. you look so good right now.. come on, open that pretty little mouth of yours and suck me off.. MMm...”



Minato turned his head down, sobbing helplessly. “Please..please don’t..” But oh god, it was the worst thing he could do.. to let this motherfucker

know. To know just how much it hurt when he called him that



‘Dad..’



It was something holy, something pure.. or, it used to be.. should be. But it wasn’t anymore. He shook his head, as if to shake the words away from his mind.



It didn’t help. Not when the familiar voice shrouded his mind again, piercing his soul. That all to familiar whine “Come on dad.” In an entirely wrong situation.



He opened his mouth reluctantly, and Naruto shoved inside, gagging him on the first thrust. Choking sounds coming from him as he struggled desperatly to breathe. But the demon didn’t let up, didn`t slow down. Only yanked his hair harder, pulling his head back. Setting a brutal pace, hard.. fast. Throat fucking him.



Minato braced his arms on Naruto’s hips, trying to push back, push away.. The creature was humming low in its throat, relentlessly pounding into him, and Minato felt himself suffocating, vision blacking in and out. Gasping desperately at every draw back, gagging, coughing, tears and snot running.



He collapsed when the dick was pulled completely from his mouth. Sobbing between coughs and splutters. He couldn’t believe this was happening.. it was all too sick, too fucking twisted.



But oh god, it was happening.



His clothes were being ripped away from his body, and he couldn’t help but to try and hold back, to grip at his pants when they were torn from his legs. “Don’t be shy.. you know, the harder you struggle, the worse this is going to be for you. Just shhh.. be still. I’m gonna fuck you, and I want to hear you beg for my cock.. I want you to ride me. To use that beautiful body of yours to thrust your tight little hole onto my dick. Have you ever had cock before... dad?”



Minato heaved. Swallowing back thick slime and bile.



“Don’t do this.. please! Just let me talk to my son goddamnit!” He screamed the words, feeling anger boil in his blood. filling his muscles with adrenaline and hate. Soaring heat. So, so fucking angry now..His whole body shaking.. feeling utterly humiliated, furious.



He rushed the laughing demon, knocking him to the floor, stradling him. And gods.. something broke in him when he landed the first punch. Feeling the jaw crack under his knuckles. But he couldn’t stop. Wouldn’t stop, this wasn’t Naruto. Not anymore..no matter how much it looked like him.



The creature was laughing at him, mocking him as blood started running from Naruto’s nose,from gashes in his face, a split lip. But it didn’t fight back, didn’t do anything. It just laughed. Mocked him.. l



Minato stopped from exhaustion, breathing hard.. crying harder, falling down against Naruto’s chest. Heaving in painful sobs. “Please.. don’t do this..”



“Oh come on.Don’t be a tease..and see.. you’re already in the right position. Mmm..” Minatos eyes snapped wide open, when he felt something nudge against his hole, something big and warm. He looked down, seeing Naruto’s dick nudging his entrance, he followed the line of the body beneath him, clenching abs, a heaving chest.. up to see Naruto’s healed face. The blood gone. He knew he shouldn’t be surprised..not after the mind trick with the tar, the melting door handle.



And somehow.. he hated that. That the blood was gone. He much rather would have Naruto’s face looking unrecognizable, rater than this. No, this..



this was the same blue eyes, soft lips.. golden hair. So precious, so loved..



“Suck my fingers.. I’ll slick you up a bit, I don`t want to hurt you.” A glint in the demons eyes let him know that he really didn`t care if he hurt. He probably just liked the show..



but he opened his mouth..



Defeated...



Sucking at the digits while he steadied himself by holding onto Naruto’s chest. Diving into his mind..



Maybe, maybe if he didn’t think about it. Maybe if he just fled.. fled into the darkest recesses of his mind. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt so much. It wasn’t the physical pain he feared.Oh no.. the psychological hurt was much worse. Much worse. like glowing coal running down his throat.



He felt it when one finger entered him, wedging itself inside. Fuck. It hurt. Burned.. A second finger was added. Too shortly after the first. His thighs were trembling now.. his head bowed down, blond hair falling over his closed eyes.. he gritted his teeth, breathing hard. Telling himself to relax, to calm down..



And then the fingers were ripped out all too soon. He couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped him. The demon was talking gently.. But the words it spoke.. Oh gods. The words. Harsh words. Telling him how scared Naruto had been, how alone he had felt.. how fucking terrified he was now, lost in a maze of darkness. And how good it would be for him to be let out, if only for a moment.



Minato let himself be lowered down, Naruto’s hands supporting his trembling legs. He tried to ignore the burning pain, bite it in. The dick felt big, too big.. ripping him open. He felt when he started to bleed, but the blood made it easier to move. To force his body to take it, and soon enough he was sitting flush on the other. Feeling so full.



Naruto let out a long moan, bucking his hips, using strong hands to guide Minato up and down his hard shaft. And it felt so good.. almost as good as it had felt with Sasuke, almost.. Those little tingles of euphoric endorphin rushing through him as his balls tightened, he could feel his stomach clench.. shaking. fuck, he was almost ready to cum.. already. He took a deep breath, making the reluctant man riding his dick move faster, to take him deeper.



Sweat was beading on Minato’s body, running down his chest, his brow. And he looked beautiful. Kyuubi had to admit it. Yes, he looked fucking ethereal. Especially with tears flowing freely down his face, the way he bit his lips.. breathing hard. Trying so hard to escape, his dick half hard from the prostate stimulation. And Kyuubi was sure, that if it hadn`t been for the fear, oh yes.. this man would like riding dick.



“Oh god! Dad!Dad! I’m- I’m.. fuck!! I’m cumming...” Strings of semen shot from his cock, a violent shudder coursing through him. Rendering him breathless.. ah god! This human pleasure felt like nothing else..so good, so damned good.





He breathed hard a couple of times before he laughed.. watching the man crawl away, cum running down his tights. Not sobbing anymore now. Just breathing hard, heaving.. trying not to throw up..



The demons voice was dead serious.. “20 seconds..”



And then, a whimper was heard from the youngest blond. “Dad?” The voice so silent, so weak.. desperate. Scared shitless..



And all Minato could think was ‘20 seconds? 20 seconds..’ He tried halfheartedly to cover himself as he scrambled to his son, clutching him close, cradling him, rocking him while he whispered as fast as he could. “Naruto..Naruto, I love you. Don’t ever forget that. I love you so much. Call uncle Jiraiya.. Orochimaru. Don’t forget..”



“But.. But I can’t..”



“Listen to me.. you can! You must! break free, even for just a second and get that message out. You need Orochimaru, Jiraya. Don’t let the demon know. Don’t let him...” The eyes went dead again, cold, calculating. Like it was trying to figure out what they had been talking about.



It gave a small sense of relief. To know that the demon couldn’t know what Naruto didn’t want him to know, if he just concentrated on it..



A sneer crept over the demon’s mouth, obviously not happy with the new development, sensing that something was wrong.. “I hope you told him you loved him..”



Then..



Nothing..