Black Aria

VIII

Something fragile wobbled and crashed. Naruto was sure it had been a vase and there would be a puddle on the floor come morning. But he couldn’t bring himself to care at the moment, not when Kyuubi was making him appreciate all the tricks the demon could do with his tongue.

Naruto yipped when Kyuubi bit his inner thigh, making a bright purple bruise. The blonde half-heartedly tugged at a fistful of dreadlocks in protest and mewled when that evil, evil bastard ran his tongue up Naruto’s straining erection to make a few passing licks to the very tip. The biju had pounced on Naruto not a moment after the human had retreated to his apartment, literally ripping off his clothes before the door had even shut properly.

Now, the blonde was naked, littered with bruises, covered with sweat, and was perched on the back of the couch with his legs on Kyuubi’s shoulders. His cheeks were flushed with blood from sheer embarrassment at his inability to do anything and the fact Kyuubi was purring horribly arousing things, mostly about being the one to pop Naruto’s ‘cherry’.

Kyuubi was a connoisseur of painful pleasure, and he knew just how to apply enough of each to make Naruto beg for more. But Naruto, irritating chit that he was, refused to beg for anything more than tongue and the fingers that drilled mercilessly deeper into his body. So Kyuubi continued to torture him using his tongue and fingers until Naruto’s head hit the wall with a resounding ‘thunk’ and the boy moaned deliciously for him.

Not even missing a beat, Kyuubi pulled the blonde into his arms and dropped the kid on the couch, head tilting so his eyes could catch what little light was getting into the den. At Naruto’s sharp intake of breath, Kyuubi could only grin.

“You know what to do, Naruto,” Kyuubi purred.

He could only grin at the glare Naruto gave him and simply waited. He didn’t have to wait long, no, and he almost – almost – regretted teasing his jinchuuriki when Naruto took his sweet, sweet time pulling off Kyuubi’s pants and fisting him. Kyuubi jerked up on Naruto’s head, positive he’d ripped out a few of those blonde strands.

“Bite me again, Naru, and you’re going to live long enough to regret it.” Kyuubi snarled.

“You wouldn’t kill me,” Naruto replied as he learned down to lick the bitten flesh.

Kyuubi gave a sighing purr. “And why not?”

“Who would you fuck then?”

“I can think of a few people.”

“Name one.” Kyuubi remained silent. Naruto laughed and dragged his tongue up the biju’s ever-hardening erection. “That’s what I thought.”

Kyuubi gave a dangerous snarl then and grabbed Naruto’s shoulders, holding him still as he glared into the boy’s eyes. He didn’t say a word, only slowly began to grin until he could smell the uncertainty coming from Naruto. Without even giving his – his – lover warning, Kyuubi lifted Naruto up just slightly and brought him down hard on his straining cock. Naruto screamed and muffled the sound by sinking his teeth into Kyuubi’s shoulder, clinging to the elder as skin tore to accommodate the biju. Kyuubi growled; a low, threatening sound that was meant as a claim, a warning to anyone else who would make a pass at his jinchuuriki, and gave Naruto scant seconds to recover before he began to move, pounding the smaller blonde into the couch cushions. Naruto could only cry out and with, his position not allowing for much movement on his part. As if Kyuubi knew this, knew that he had the blonde completely at his mercy, Kyuubi’s hips moved harder into Naruto’s until the boy was sure he’d broken something.

But the sounds were of sticky, sweaty flesh slapping together and pulling apart, not bone cracking with the force of a biju’s barely contained lust.

Then Naruto’s world changed as lights exploded behind his eyes. His nails scraped down Kyuubi’s back, eliciting a pleasured hiss from the elder. Kyuubi rolled then, bringing Naruto above him and pulling him down, giving the flushed kid a grin that should’ve set women’s panties on fire.

“Ride me, Naruto.”

The blonde was still only for a moment, and then he braced his hands on Kyuubi’s chest, his knees against the cushions, and lifted his hips, only to bring them down again, driving Kyuubi deeper inside of him. He closed his eyes, focused on the feel of the cock inside him, on the feel of Kyuubi’s nails pricking his hips, and then the feel of –

Naruto screamed soundlessly. There really wasn’t any other way to describe it. Kyuubi shifted just slightly and wham! – Naruto’s world exploded, shattered into a million little pieces of colour and emotion and noise, of Kyuubi goading him on through his orgasm. His body locked up, muscles squeezing, toes curling, and then he just slumped, a rag doll that took a few more hard thrusts from his lover before Kyuubi’s breath hitched and Naruto felt his insides sting with the salty liquid of Kyuubi’s semen.

He slumped over Kyuubi’s chest, the two panting practically in unison. Kyuubi nuzzled Naruto’s cheek, very carefully maneuvering the younger male off of his flagging erection. The biju soothed Naruto’s abused hole with his tongue, cleaning him free of seed oh so gently and purring the entire time. He knew if Naruto hadn’t been so utterly exhausted, the kid would’ve gone another round or three. But they had a mission come morning and his beautiful kit needed to recover.

So there wasn’t any objection to sleeping on the couch, and Naruto didn’t quite seem to care so long as he was snuggled up to Kyuubi’s side. Kyuubi decided there wasn’t any other place he’d rather be than right here.

The demon silently thanked the Yondaime then, for trapping him within the body of his mate.