Of Curry, Fevers, and Kits

“I want you to live with me.” That had been what Granny Tsunade had told him the day before he had been released. “I would feel better if I could keep a close eye on you to keep track of your condition and changes.”

He had known the real reason behind it. The godaime didn’t want to leave him feeling lonely and vulnerable in his current condition. The gesture was sweet, so he had agreed, though he had still had second thoughts. That was until he reached his apartment to pack his clothes. He had insisted that he wanted to do it alone, and now he was both glad and regretful that he had.

Anywhere he looked he would get flashes of images that made his cheeks glow pink and a warmth drip into his belly and slowly spread itself out. There wasn’t a room, a surface in his apartment that didn’t remind him of Gaara, Sasuke, and Sai and the passionate night and day he must have had with them. He felt a little shiver go through him when his body suddenly remembered those feelings, making his knees buckle for a moment, fighting the rise of arousal he felt.

Gods, he had to get out of here.

He had packed his clothes first, stuffing his dirty clothes and sheets into a trash bag that he used instead of a laundry bag, his scrolls, books, kunai, shuriken, anything else of importance he could fine. He frowned when he found a strange shirt torn down the chest. It didn’t belong to him. Picking up the ruined shirt he got another flash through his mind, tearing off Gaara’s shirt in his desperation to get closer to him. He nearly dropped the shirt with a hot flush. Gaara’s shirt… Before he even realized what he was doing he was inhaling the scent of the kazekage from the shirt, moaning softly. Soft, thick musky, smelling slight of spices, this was Gaara’s scent.

He inhaled deeply againm mewling softly and slipping down to his knees. Gaara’s scent. That scent had surrounded him, claimed him, took up all his senses, had helped drive him to the brink of pleasure more times than he could clearly recall. He held that shirt over his mouth against his nostrils, clinging to it like a life line as his other hand roamed over his aching and sensitive body, under his shirt to twist his nipples with a soft cries, then over his stomach, splaying his fingers across the seal mark. Lower still, into his pants, fingers wrapping around the turgid flesh of his arousal, tilting his head back with a low groan as he started to stroke himself off slow and hard.

He had never been one to masturbate that often before this, but gods this was good. He never felt his body burn like it was burning now, surrounded by Gaara’s scent. He pressed his thumb against the slit on his cock head, hissing a sharp breath at how surprisingly good it felt to just barely pressed his fingernail against it. Around the ridge of his cockhead and shaft, the thick vein along the underside was especially good. Gods… close… so close, and that scent surrounding him spurred him on. So close, he was so close! He could feel the ghost of that hand exploring him, teasing him, that thick, hard length pushing into his…!

His breath hitched, realizing what he was doing, throwing the shirt far away as if it had burned him. What the fuck had he been doing?! He groaned softly, realizing how fortunate he was to be leaving his apartment. When this was all over he’d start to look for a new one. A bigger one… One meant for him and his baby. Ignoring the painful throb of his neglected length he tucked himself back into his pants and got to his feet. He had to finish packing.

There wasn’t much else to pack, just a few random scrolls, some knick knacks, the toiletries in the bathroom, some photos. He tried not to look too closely at the photos, most of them held Sasuke or Sai, one even with Gaara in it. He couldn’t take it right now. He packed them all away and looked around for anything he might have forgotten.

With a crimson blush he found the rubber dog toy half sticking out from under the couch, an image of himself bent over, pushing that long, slim toy into himself over and over again making his body burn with shame and a hint of arousal. That’s right. Sasuke had caught him fucking himself with the toy he had given him. He wondered what must have been going through his mind to find him that way. Had he felt shocked? Disgusted? Aroused?

No… he remembered, Sasuke had wanted him, he had scented it on him. Lust mixed with the unique scent that was Sasuke, very lightly musky, mostly the scent in the air before a thunderstorm, crisp, sharp, clean, electric! It sent thrills up and down his spine. Sasuke had been watching him as he had shamelessly touch himself, his legs spread wide like a wanton slut, stroking his aching length as he had now, fucking himself with the dog toy. He felt his entrance clench in want as if it wanted the toy in it again.

His other hand slid into the back of his open and slack pants, shivering when he felt his fingers brush against the quivering ring of muscles, his other hand still furiously stroking at his front. Sasuke had seen him like this, watched him pleasure himself and had gotten horny… And then Sasuke had dominated him, over and over again, each and everytime he had challenged him. Sasuke had claimed him, had said that Naruto belonged to him. “Uhnn!” Close… so close… Sasuke… Sasuke! Sasuke had claimed him, made Naruto’s his… and then he had abandoned him.

“Aah!” He felt a throbbing pain in his chest and he pulled his hands away from his body as if they suddenly burned, feeling tears prick at his eyes. Sasuke had said he belonged to him… but then he had abandoned him. Why? Why didn’t he stay to stake his claim?

…

And why the hell did he think he had to be claimed?! Dammit! Kyuubi had permanently fucked up his mind! He couldn’t let this beat him! No matter what happened he had to keep his mind clear, he couldn’t let these changes completely take over his life. He snarled, harshly tucked himself back in and got back to his feet a second time, wiping away any lingering tears. He wouldn’t let this beat him, dammit!

With determination he marched into the kitchen, pulling out a trash bag and throwing away any small leftovers he had, only having a small amount of milk left he threw that away, too. He was out of instant ramen. He had made plans to buy some the next day, but had spent the entire day… ah… indisposed. Oh, who the hell was he trying to kid?! He had spent the whole day like a bitch in heat because that was what he had been! He started to throw all the food away like a vengeance, as if it had been it’s fault that this happened to him.

That done he carried the bag out of the kitchen to throw it out, stopping short when he noticed a container of soup on his table, next to a bouquet of sunflowers there were showing the first signs of wilt. Someone had brought him flowers? When? He found a card nestled amongst the drooping leaves, carefully pulling it out. He felt his heart clench as he read the simple card.

Naruto,
I hope you feel better soon. These flowers made me think of you. They’re yellow like your hair is yellow. Like the sun. I read that giving flowers to sick friends is a good thing to do. I hope you like them.
- Sai

His heart skipped a beat. Sai had gotten him flowers, and the card himself was oddly sweet. And Sai had brought him soup. Sai really had come over to check on him, and he had probably jumped on the pale anbu like a sex starved beast. He felt a small swell of guilt even as his body remembered the pleasure.

Amongst all the drooping sunflowers the blond managed to find one that still seemed mostly fresh, pulling it out from the rest of the bouquet. A sunflower… yellow like his hair. Did Sai think of him whenever he saw sunflowers? His heart fluttered in his chest. Closing his eyes he brought the flower up to his face, caressing it over his cheek in a romantic gesture that surprised even himself, feeling the soft petals caress his lips. Soft… silky… He gasped, heart thrumming and eyes snapping open wide, a little distant as his mind was suddenly flooded with memories of soft, silky heat against his lips, thick and throbbing. The scent of the earth, mixing with a citrus-y tang, no… more minty… like herbs, a strong and masculine scent.

Sai had been so big, thick. He could almost understand how he could have become so penis obsessed when he had one to be so proud of. It had filled him so completely and it had tasted so good in his mouth, he could still swear that the taste was still there. He licked his lips, feeling a hard tremor run up his spine, his entrance quivering again in memory of that thickness spreading him apart.

He bent over the table, panting for breath as his fingers reached behind himself to alleviate some of the ache, moaning as he quickly pushed a first then quickly a second finger into him, whimpering that they couldn’t seem to reach as deep inside him as Sai’s impressive girth could. He tried to reach as deep as he could, moaning in bliss when he managed to touch that sweet spot inside him, pressing there again and again, stars breaking out against his vision, pushing his hips back desperately at nothing more than air and his own fingers.

He closed his eyes tightly, wanting desperately to pretend that he really was feeling it again, and his other hand was pushing three fingers into his mouth and he sucked on them hard, wanting to taste that silky heat again, working his tongue to tease each of his fingers. He whimpered, realizing what he was doing again and forcibly drew his hands away from himself again, panting for breath.

No good… it was no good! No matter what he did his body seemed to have a mind of it’s own, and even now he could hear Kyuubi calling him a slutty bitch… He was… he was acting like such a slutty whore, wishing that he could have all three of them with him now just so they could stimulate every pleasure center in his body. How was he supposed to make it?!

He felt despair envelope him for a second, then realized what he was doing. He was acting like… a weak-kneed woman who couldn’t survive without a man! Fuck! Even Sakura would kick his ass for acting this way! Hell! Even Hinata would! He had to get a grip on himself. He was Uzumaki fucking Naruto and he didn’t give in to anything or anyone! Hormones be damned, animal instincts be damned! He wouldn’t roll over and give into them! They wanted him so damn badly! Well let them prove it! He wouldn’t take being owned, it was equals or nothing at all!

With a deep, soothing breath he pulled himself together again. With a soft sigh he threw the container of soup into the trash as well. It couldn’t be any good after a couple of days, right? He took the trash out, then did one final sweep of the apartment to see if he had forgotten anything. All that was left was the torn shirt, the rubber toy, and the bouquet of flowers. He was half tempted to just leave them there. He almost did, but in the end he didn’t have the heart to, carefully picking each of them before gathering everything up, slinging his travel back full of clothes over his back, and carrying the two boxes with his things in them in his arms.

With a final look around he said goodbye to the place where he grew up. He wouldn’t be coming back this time.

~

It had been a week since he had moved out of his apartment and into Granny Tsunade’s home. A room had been prepared for him already, and the room itself was almost as big as his apartment had been. Unpacking had been quick. The first few days, when the godaime wasn’t running tests on him to check on his development, he had spent exploring the large home that had once belonged to the first hokage, still not ready to face the rest of the world, imagining that he could see bits and pieces of history everywhere.

The awe hadn’t lasted more than a couple of days, and doing nothing but practicing his ninjutsus quickly got tedious as well. He was bored out of his skull. When he had complained about it to the godaime for the umpteenth time, the buxom blond had decided she had enough, giving Naruto a decent sized lump on the head (holding back from her true strength and then some) and had kicked the blond out, telling him to go out, have fun, be with is friends, just get out of her hair!

Naruto had groused and muttered to himself about bitchy old hags being mean to him. But he had to admit that she did have a point. He did miss hanging out with is friends, though he still didn’t think he was ready Sasuke and Sai, assuming that Gaara had already returned to Suna. What would he do if he ran into them? He sighed, idly kicing up dirt on the ground as he walked through the streets of Konoha.

“Naruto?”

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To be continued!

HOMG! Who could it be?! No really! You tell me! Between here and y!g I'm asking you now, who do you want to be calling out to Naruto for the next chapter? Sasuke? Sai? Maybe Gaara? Someone completely random?! IT'S UP TO YOU TO DECIDE! Majority vote wins and if random wins I'll choose the random character I liked best from suggestions! X3

I'll start writing the next chapter either Sunday afternoon or Monday, depending on how my days go. *nods*

Sorry this chapter is shorter than the others, but if I had continued it would have gone far too long. X3;;