Rites of Passage: Naruto

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Rites of Passage: Naruto


Jiraiya’s face was strangely set when he offered Naruto the cup. Naruto stared at the proffered sake, feeling his skin prickle.

“I’m underage, old fart,” he pointed out, unnerved by Jiraiya’s shuttered eyes. “Besides, it tastes like crap.”

Jiraiya smirked tightly. “Tried it already, have you?”

Naruto grinned maliciously. “When we first travelled together and you left your stuff at the inn.”

Under normal circumstances, such a declaration would have made Jiraiya laugh, or try to strangle Naruto for going through his things. The older man did neither; he waved his hand towards Naruto until the sake was accepted, and then he watched the boy quietly.

“Well, you’re almost sixteen already…” Jiraiya explained, pouring himself a drink of his own.

Naruto scowled. “Fourteen and a half is hardly almost-sixteen.”

Jiraiya’s shrug was noncommittal. “Since when were you a stickler for the rules, anyway?”

Naruto downed the cup in one gulp and managed to hold his breath for the entirety of four seconds. Then he broke down coughing and gagging. Jiraiya rolled his eyes and smiled thinly.

“You’re ruining the moment, brat.”

“I had no idea we were having ‘a moment’, you old pervert! Aghhh---“ Naruto hacked loudly and thumped his chest. “And I’m not sure I understand why you like this shit.”

Jiraiya poured him another cupful and sipped his own. “It comes with age.”

Naruto set the cup down beside him and rubbed his left shoulder with a wince. “Right, whatever. I thought you were going to teach me something tonight. Whatever happened to that?”

Jiraiya sighed and sipped from his cup again. “I am. Sake comes first, though.”

“Old man, I want to learn something, not get smashing drunk and forget it all later!”

Jiraiya regarded him in silence, and his eyes were so level, so very blank, they made Naruto’s hair stand on end. Then the look was gone and Jiraiya was smiling again. “Trust me on this one, the sake will help.”


* * *


The scent of perfumes and powders was making him dizzy. Naruto had stumbled as he took off his sandals at the entrance, and now he walked slowly, following Jiraiya. His mouth felt very dry and there seemed to be cotton stuffed between his ears. It took more concentration than it should have to walk straight.

They were guided through the halls by a woman who reeked of sweet oils and whose kimono kept slipping off her shoulders. Naruto had to look away, unsettled by the way he could see her nipples each time the silk moved. He had at first craned his neck to get a better look, until Jiraiya leered at him and put his hand on the back of her neck. Naruto had never realised how big Jiraiya’s hands were, nor had he seen how pale and thin the woman’s neck was. The way Jiraiya’s fingers dug into her skin made him self-conscious, somehow.

He had seen prostitutes before, but he’d never been inside a brothel for longer than it took to steal his wallet back from Jiraiya. Now Jiraiya had brought him here and---

“This is Suzu-chan’s room.” They had stopped in front of a closed door. Naruto rocked on his heels, and watched Jiraiya expectantly. The woman smiled confidently and stroked the closed door as she spoke: “She’s exactly what you requested.”

Requested?

Jiraiya hadn’t dropped his hand from the woman’s neck, which made Naruto edgy for reasons he couldn’t place. When Jiraiya lifted his other hand, it was to stroke her collarbones absently, letting his fingers glide until he found a nipple. Naruto drew in a shaky breath and fixed his eyes on the opposite wall.

He knew what it was that Jiraiya did with these women, but it was one thing to know, and another – entirely different – thing to see. It made him feel embarrassed, somehow, even though the woman clearly didn’t mind him watching. Women weren’t supposed to do that … to just stand there and smile when an old man flicked their nipples in front of--- of---

Naruto swallowed uncomfortably and crossed his arms. The women in Konoha were nothing like this. Sakura would have died before letting anyone do these things to her with an audience. What made things worse, was that he did find the idea attractive, and he did like her nipples, and the way she smiled at Jiraiya gave him gooseflesh. As if she were telling Jiraiya that, yes, he was a man.

He wanted to have someone smile at him like that, too.

“Jiraiya-sama…” the woman tittered, batting her eyelashes. “I thought you were going to visit with Suzu-chan tonight.” Her voice startled Naruto back into reality.

Jiraiya was rubbing the woman’s powdered skin absently. Jiraiya’s face was oddly flushed, which only made Naruto flush just as badly. He could see the woman’s nipples pressing against the fabric of her kimono. They were much more visible now. Naruto clenched his teeth and forced himself to look away.

It was too personal, and they were making it seem like it wasn’t. Peeking was fun, but it was still… well, it just wasn’t like this! The girls didn’t just let him watch.

“Jiraiya-sama?” The prostitute whispered, questioningly.

“Naw, I requested Suzu for this brat, here.”

Naruto stiffened. “Old man? What the hell---?”

Jiraiya opened the door and jerked his head in that direction. “In you go, brat.”

For one incredulous second Naruto almost stepped in. Then he seemed to come back to himself, and he balled his fists. Naruto wished he hadn’t taken all those cups of sake after all. It was making him feel stranger than he already would have felt, and it slurred his thoughts. “No fucking way!”

Jiraiya’s smile hardened, his eyes were flat. “This is today’s lesson, so step up.”

“I’m not sleeping with a random stranger!”

Jiraiya barked a laugh. “Suzu? She’s as reliable as they come.”

Naruto flushed darkly. Was it possible that Jiraiya had already been with this Suzu? The thought made Naruto’s stomach flip uneasily. He did not want to sleep with a woman Jiraiya had already tried out. The very concept of it made his mind reel.

“Fuck this!” Naruto cried, and he turned to leave. His pants felt tight and it was suddenly humiliating, because Jiraiya had certainly seen it.

“Are you renouncing your training, Naruto?” Jiraiya’s voice was deceptively soft.

Naruto stopped in his tracks and tightened his fists until his fingers hurt. “What does this have to do with training?”

“Everything.”

“I don’t want this.”

Jiraiya laughed darkly. “Another man would have jumped at the chance.”

Naruto turned angrily, but he couldn’t think of an answer. He had never pictured himself with someone, not like that. It seemed too unlikely, too fucking personal. Hardly anybody ever touched him outside of fights and medical assistance, and now Jiraiya wanted him to jump into bed with someone? He wanted him to touch a girl and---

Fleetingly, Naruto wondered what it might feel like to have someone slip a hand down and---

FUCK! This is just FUCKED UP.

“Well, I think it’s sick.”

Jiraiya’s sardonic smile was proof enough that he had seen Naruto’s hesitation. “I don’t have all night brat. Step in.”

The woman shifted against Jiraiya, cloth slipping down a pale shoulder. “Suzu is yours for the entire night, as you requested, Jiraiya-sama.”

“Thank you, Kiku. I’ll be with you in a second.”

The woman – Kiku, apparently – slipped into another room, leaving them alone.

The cloying scent of spicy incense was coming out of Suzu’s open door. Naruto swallowed the dryness in his mouth and stared at Jiraiya. “You really mean it, don’t you? You want me to have sex? Now?”

“I can’t have you ogling girls’ breasts all the time, and it’s cramping your style kid, believe me, I can tell. I’d rather deal with this now than have you develop mistaken feelings for a random girl out of pure frustration.”

“I wouldn’t---“

Jiraiya cut Naruto off with a harsh wave of his hand.

“This is not negotiable, Naruto.”

No one had even stroked his hair before, how did Jiraiya expect him to…?

“Naruto,” Jiraiya growled, making Naruto start.

Jiraiya’s face was coldly set, but his eyes were oddly warm and almost – almost – compassionate. There was something that looked like pride, and remembrance and… too many things all in one. Naruto looked away and tried to regulate his agitated breathing.

Who was he kidding? As much as it made him uncomfortable, it suddenly dawned on Naruto that he could find out what sex was like. What all the fuss was about. How it felt to be touched…

Naruto walked up to the door and almost tripped when Jiraiya shoved him in unceremoniously. He barely caught himself, stumbling to his knees in front of a girl. She wore a long, purple kimono with silver fireflies embroidered on it. Her willowy legs stuck out from under the fabric, pale and smooth like milk. When he looked up – slowly, dazed – he saw how thin she was, how the silk grew darker as it covered her shoulders and her chest. Her hair was pitch black, and it was pulled back to reveal her pale face and two deep, ebony-black eyes.

Breath caught in Naruto’s throat as she moved and silk rustled.

“Naruto-san?” she inquired in a meek, little voice. Her hands were small and thin; she folded them over her lap and cocked her head.

“Y-yeah.”

“I am Suzu-chan.”

“I know.”

She was clearly waiting for him to do something, but Naruto didn’t really know what. Was there some kind of protocol for this kind of thing? Or did one just grab the woman and… well?

He thought fleetingly of what Sakura might have expected, and realised that he had no idea. He did know that there was no way for him to equate Sakura to this situation. He had liked Sakura, and he didn’t even know who this girl was, but swell of her chest made his pulse hammer.

After a long silence, Suzu shifted to her feet - graceful and petite, Naruto noted – and went to fetch something from a table. On the other side of the room, there was a plump futon, covered with dark purple sheets. Naruto tried hard not to look at it.

Suzu came back and knelt in front of him, setting a tray of sake before her knees.

“Sake, Naruto-san?”

Naruto’s mouth watered and he said yes, even though he knew he shouldn’t. The burn of alcohol made it somehow easier to look at her again. He realised, quite suddenly, that he was allowed to look at her as much as he wanted. She smiled and poured him another drink. He liked that smile.

Naruto licked his lips, trying to find something to say, but he was engrossed with the swell of her breasts, visible under the kimono. He wondered if he could touch them. He wanted to touch them, thinking about it made his body feel strained.

“Suzu-chan…” he started, then stopped. Her face showed deep interest, and he knew it was probably feigned, but it made him preen a bit nonetheless. “Can you let your hair down?”

She didn’t even reply. Pale arms slid up and then there was a rustle as her long black hair fell over her shoulders. Black eyes regarded him patiently. He felt powerful… and at a loss for what to do. Naruto reached out and touched a thin ankle, rubbing the skin slowly. It was unbelievably soft.

It made him wonder – briefly- how much Jiraiya had paid for him to have this girl. She was so obviously expensive that it was baffling.

Suzu smiled and lifted her foot into his hands. “You have such warm hands, Naruto-san.” Her soft voice snapped him out of his reverie. He would have dropped her foot, but he didn’t want to be rude.

But what IS polite in a situation like this?

“Don’t stop, Naruto-san.” Suddenly, he realised that he didn’t want to hear her voice, it made him edgier than he was already.

He looked up at her, studying her bland expression through his own sake-muddled senses. She hadn’t tasted a single drop, and he was pretty smashed. She had nice lips, though, shiny and wet. She also had nice breasts, even if she was a bit too thin. Naruto looked up slowly and studied her eyes, they were very black and hard to look at, and her hair… she smelled sweet and warm, and her kimono felt soft and heavy when he rubbed his hands over it. The more he looked at her, the hotter the room got, until he had trouble letting go of his breath in silence.

Suzu lifted a hand and beckoned to him. Naruto slid closer and touched her hips, rubbing his thumbs over the silk embroidery. He leaned in further and found he could smell her sweat underneath all the different powders and perfumes she had put on. She tipped her head sideways and the curve of her neck caught his eyes entirely by surprise. Naruto didn’t feel himself leaning in, until he had put his mouth on her neck and was running his tongue over her hot skin. She hummed softly and touched his back, rubbing slow circles over his shoulder blades.

Naruto drew back, surprised at his own boldness, and found her smiling patiently. His breath kept trying to catch in his throat, which only made her smile wider. “It’s alright, Naruto-san,” she murmured, and Naruto realised she must already know he had never done anything like this before. “Let’s go to the bed,” she coaxed, and he followed her numbly.

When they sat on it, Naruto lifted his hands and boldly pulled her kimono off her shoulders. She let him. When he touched her warm breasts and thumbed her nipples curiously, she also let him, smiling benignly. When he squeezed them a bit, her eyelashes lowered and her breathing hitched. He did it again, lowering his head to kiss her breasts, and she sighed breathily. It made him feel unaccountably powerful. He pulled the rest of her kimono off – an easy matter – and touched her legs, her belly, her thighs. He could feel her erratic heartbeat and it made his mouth feel drier, oddly enough.

“I don’t know how to do this,” he confessed, feeling calmer than he thought he would be. He hadn’t realised how much he could want this.

Suzu smiled and sat up, working his clothes off. “I can show you, Naruto-san.”

It was strange to have someone touch him so openly. Her little hands were warm and decisive; her mouth was hot as it moved over his chest. Naruto groaned, unsure of why he did so. She repeated what she had been doing, and Naruto found himself shifting under her restlessly.

Then her fingers moved to cup and press between his legs, and he had to close his eyes and concentrate on breathing for a while. A small hand wrapped around his cock, pumping it gently. Her fingers moved to the tip, and she rubbed it slowly, slowly, until Naruto’s hips jerked upwards. Then her crafty fingers drifted down to cup his balls, squeezing ever so gently, drawing a strangled moan from him. Naruto hadn’t even thought of doing something like that when he masturbated, but it felt good.

Really good.

Naruto’s breathing was loud to this own ears. He groaned lowly and thumped his hand against the mattress, covering his face with the other arm. “Uuunh… don’t stop.”

Suzu chuckled softly, but she didn’t stop. She leaned closer until Naruto could feel her long hair on his belly and then---

Oh … fuck, ohfuckyesfuckohfu---

“Suzu-chan!” he gasped. He had read about this sort of thing – over Jiraiya’s shoulder, when the old man cared to write – but he had never thought of it, not like this. “Hmm…” Naruto moaned thickly, reaching down to feel her head moving up and down.

It got harder to breathe, and she was still moving, building up a rhythm and speed that were making it hard to focus. He was dizzy from the sake and all the incense, and she was sucking him off carefully, long hard sucks that made it hard to stay still. His hips twitched and he grasped her head. Blood was loud in his ears and his entire pelvis felt heavy, he wanted to--

let me move, damnit!

-- but she was holding him down, and he knew he should let her do so. Except now she was sucking harder and rubbing his balls between her fingers with just the right amount of pressure. Naruto’s breathing was too rough. He fisted his hands in the sheets and felt them part like hot butter. He dug his fingers in and found it all parted easily and he was touching the futon’s filling.

He pulled on her hair and she grasped his thighs tightly.

“Harder,” he gasped, gritting his teeth as she complied and his gums ached with the force of it. “Fuck, harder.”

Suzu pulled back with a gasp and pushed the hair out of her eyes. Naruto stared at the way her breasts moved. For a moment her black eyes widened as she looked at his face. “Naruto-san…” She sounded uncertain, almost afraid. “Do you want to--“

He knew what she was going to offer and he wanted it very, very much. He wanted it so badly his legs twitched and his cock throbbed. The air in the room was stifling, and her skin was so incredibly white, and that hair… he wanted to push her into the mattress and make her cry. He wanted to pull on that pretty mane until she tipped her head back, and he could put his mouth on her neck and---

Naruto ran his tongue over the inside of his mouth and found that his teeth were too sharp. He had indeed broken the futon by clawing into it, and Suzu’s face was full of uncertainty as she watched him.

“Your eyes … Naruto-san … they’re strange.” She wasn’t afraid, though, which could mean a number of things.

His belly burned and his cock thrummed in time with his animal-quick heartbeat. Naruto took in a long, shaky breath and fisted his hands on the futon. “Don’t stop.”

Suzu hesitated. “Don’t you want me to…”

Yes, yes I do.

But he was afraid he’d hurt her, he was too dizzy and the sudden flash of heat in his belly wasn’t all lust. The idea of having all that long hair pressed against him was sexy. He wanted to touch it and he wanted to bite her neck when he fucked her. He wanted it so much that it drew another groan from him as his cock jumped, and he had to cover his face because his eyes felt hot and his cheeks stung.

“Do what you were doing before,” Naruto growled, digging both hands into the futon again, as if that could hold him there. “Please.”

He didn’t dare do more, not right there and then.

I should stop---

But that was a terrible thought. It had never felt like this when he touched himself. This was something else entirely, and he couldn’t just stop now.

“Suzu-chan,” he hissed, pressing his face against a cool pillow.

She leaned over him again, and Naruto had to bite his lip to hold back a cry. Her tongue swiped over the tip of his cock, pausing over the rim of the head to lave the ridge there. Then she took him in again and sucked.

Naruto gritted his teeth when she leaned on his stomach for support, the seal burned under her fingers. He dug his hands deeper into the futon and gasped as she sucked harder still. It was hard to focus on anything, his head felt light. He thrust upwards helplessly and growled, digging his toes into the mattress as well. The sounds that wanted to break past his lips were inhumanly rough so he bit his tongue and tasted blood.

“Nnnnnhgghh!”

The metallic flavour was like sake on his tongue; it made him even harder. He could truly smell everything now, from the fruits on her table to the sake he drank earlier, to her firm skin and his own sweat. He could even smell the flame of the candles she had lit and hear them crackle as his chakra reached out to them.

Naruto swallowed convulsively and anchored himself to the bed as best he could, feeling as if he’d come flying apart – or tear everything down – if he didn’t. He was gasping for breath and there wasn’t enough air in the room anymore. She was rubbing his balls and pinching his chest, but when her elbow brushed the seal, it ached and he moaned throatily.

The room was darker, and yet the flames were dancing strangely. He could see the shadows creep over her skin and her black hair could have been blood spilling over her shoulders. He touched the dark tresses and let out a soft growl. He felt for her neck and tightened his hands over it. Suzu sucked harder still, and bobbed her head faster. Naruto loosened the grip but did not let go, tightening again when the heat got to be too much. He arched under her and pushed her head down, then he realised what he was doing and he let her go.

She put her hands over his hips and leaned her whole weight on him. Then she took him into her mouth again and swallowed, throat contracting over him. Naruto cried out hoarsely. She did it again, and again, and one last time. Naruto’s jerking hips dislodged her and---

Naruto shouted, surprised by the intensity, terrified by the burn in his belly and for a moment reality seemed to bend. He spent himself in her mouth and pulled her off him, grasping her arms so tightly she protested, but he couldn’t care, not while everything twisted around him. Naruto took a long steadying breath and pushed the feeling back down, forcing himself to breathe deeper and slower, until he could no longer feel the candles flicker. Until it didn’t feel like he’d roar if she moved off him.

Fuck… hell… I almost---

“Thank goodness,” Jiraiya’s voice came, suddenly.

Naruto sat up abruptly to find the old man sitting in the opposite corner of the room. He looked pale, but his eyes were full of relief. Suzu was shaking in Naruto’s arms; he could smell her fear even then, but she was unharmed. Save for a few bruises.

“Old man,” Naruto whispered. He wanted to call him a pervert and yell at him, but nothing came. Jiraiya got up and walked towards the door. He stopped beside Naruto and smiled thinly.

“Good thing you didn’t lose it.”

With that, he left.

Suzu sniffled and sat up on the bed. Her eyes were wide and terrified as she looked at him, even though Naruto knew he looked perfectly normal now.

She put on her kimono with trembling hands and politely asked him to leave.

Jiraiya was waiting for him outside already. He lit his pipe and exhaled slowly. Naruto trudged up to his teacher, not sure of what to expect anymore. He’d never felt as young and lost as he did then.

Jiraiya reached out and rubbed Naruto’s head like a father would. “Well done, Naruto.”

His eyes and smile seemed to say to Naruto: you are a man now. You are a man.

He didn’t feel like one, though.


”Life is a succession of lessons, which must be lived to be understood.”
--- Ralph Waldo Emerson

First Rite: The End


Many thanks to Cindelius who is an AWESOME beta. Comments are much loved on, naturally!

Author’s notes: The general idea for this fic was to explore the ‘first times’ of the three members of Team 7. Though each part is technically a stand-alone fic, they make up a short 3-chapter arc. I am also planning this to be the prequel to a Team 7 threesome fic, but that’s another story. Literally. ;D Figuring out how to post this has given me a headache, since the three parts all have different ratings and genres… ah well, there goes.

I'll defintively post the third part in this section, as it's also het. But I'll the 2nd part won't appear here, being yaoi and all. If you DO want to venture there, check my profile, I guess ;)