Your Reality or Mine?

AN: Just the prologue of a story I've been developing in my head. I hope you like it... although there isn't much plot development in it.

Naruto gasped and writhed on the bed, a hand meandered over the expanse of his tanned chest. Fingertips brushed against nipples and caused a rippling effect of goose bumps across his tanned flesh. He jerked his hips forward, feeling the rough texture of his palm against the already pearling tip of his length. Biting down as the on his bottom lip, already swollen from previous gnawing, the blond tried to keep from letting the groan escape. It came anyways, in the form of a soft, low rumble that echoed from the depths of his chest and outwards. Hot seed slid down his knuckles as he stroked once, twice and thrice. He collapsed against the futon and lay still, listening to the blood pounding in his ears. Nonchalantly, the kitsune holder wiped his hand across his already soiled sheets. He already had made a mental note that he’d have to wash them in the morning so he didn’t feel entirely guilty about dirtying them.

Dragging himself out of bed, Naruto grabbed a crumpled towel from a pile of clean laundry that had been dumped in the corner of his room and threw it over the wet spots before settling back in again. He placed a palm on his feverish forehead and grimaced as he smelled himself against the long fingers that laced over his eyes. It was three in the morning and his neighbours hated it when he ran the water since they were right beside the water tank. The pipes were loud in his ancient apartment, they tapped and clonked, rattled and banged like a disgruntled poltergeist.

The shinobi willed himself to lay still and stop fidgeting. He could ignore it for one night, at the least. It certainly wasn’t worth being evicted from his apartment for a quick shower. Hell, he’d slept in worse. He wouldn’t give that hateful bitch any reason to toss his ass out on the street, like she had promised numerous times before. The only reason she hadn’t found a reason to do so was because he was rarely ever home to begin with. What with missions and being ‘voluntold’ to help Tsunade at the office with paperwork, he barely had enough time to work.

There was a low chorus of groans and thumps which made Naruto cringe with the mental image it had caused. The neighbours were at it again, he thought wearily and touched his temple where a headache was beginning to form. The lucidity of post-orgasm had long since grown cold and in the light of the Tamanakas’ baby making noises, it was growing by leaps and bounds.

“Oh fuck.” He whispered softly, rolling over onto his stomach. The stiff, scratchy terrycloth made him wince as it rubbed against his belly. If she heard him in the hallway, she’d accuse him later on, of trying to break in or loitering or something equally as stupid. He stood up and threw on a shirt and pants before making his way towards the window.

Throwing himself out the window and sailing through the air, Naruto smiled. His fingers wrapped themselves tightly around a worn, sturdy branch and he dangled there momentarily before dropping down to the ground two stories below. He landed with the nubile grace of a dancer and straightened himself out before cramming hands in his pockets and slouching off down the street.

He wasn’t interested in the night crowds of Konoha, so he avoided the bars. He didn’t really care for the darkness of the forests, so he stayed on the paved streets. Naruto wasn’t quite sure when he had stopped until he found himself squinting against the soft buzzing glow of the streetlight, watching a fat greyish moth beat itself against the glass light.

He found his mind wonderfully blank. His brain wasn’t working over the six million things that he had to do the next day when he got into Tsunade’s office. He wasn’t thinking about the missing-nin he’d been assigned to capture for the next day. He didn’t really care about the fact that the village was really pushing to put Sasuke up for the chair of Rokudaime—or that Sasuke seemed to be striving to accomplish their wishes, either. Instead of thinking about all the usual things, he just stood and watched the insect desperately throw itself against the light.

He sighed.

And didn’t have time to feel the dart pierce his skin. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he collapsed backwards, hitting the pavement in a clatter of loose limbs.

TBC