Anbu Training

AN: I bring you another attempt to write a one-shot PWP without it turning into a full-fledged story!! This was what I was doing Friday and Saturday instead of writing SoD –chapter 60! (Shame on me!!!)

Many thanks to Adi who graciously stayed up until 2am helping me beta this over MSN!! You were wonderful, sweety!! Many thanks as well to my standard beta who helped me find a few more boo-boos! Love you much!!

Hope you all enjoy!!

Anbu Testing

Naruto groggily opened his eyes, blinking a few times to adjust his sight to the dimly lit room. He was prone on his stomach with his bent knees up under him and his arms were strangely twisted behind his back. Frowning, he tried to lift himself up but could only move an inch or two before he was pulled up short. That was when he felt the collar around his neck that was attached to the floor.

Eyes widening, he began to register the other restraints on him. The leather cuffs around his wrists held his arms behind him and spread to the sides and were anchored with chains into the wall on either side of him. His knees were strapped to a bar which forced them to stay parted and the bar was bolted directly to the floor only a short ways from the collar, preventing him from stretching out. In short, he was tied up, chained down and spread with his ass in the air. He was also naked.

Trying to quell the instinctual need to panic, he reached for his chakra for the strength to break his bonds. There was nothing there.

No, that wasn’t completely accurate. His power was there, but it was like a glass barrier separated him from his chakra. He could sense it, could feel it just out of reach, but he couldn’t touch it.

He now felt justified in his need to panic.

Just as he was about to open his mouth and start yelling, his reasoning jolted awake. No, he wouldn’t start acting like an idiot. He was almost an Anbu and Anbu didn’t go around yelling their blond little heads off when things were …creepy. No, not creepy, when things were strained? Yes, strained was a good description.

Dammit, this was supposed to be his last assignment before being accepted into Anbu. He couldn’t fuck this up. Sasuke would never let him live it down. The bastard had been accepted last year with practically open arms. Naruto had been reduced to arguing, yelling, demanding and then flat out begging Tsunade to let him test for the Anbu ranks.

He loved her to death and appreciated her concern, but sometimes her mothering instincts just pissed him off. He knew it wasn’t because he was weak; it even wasn’t because he was an idiot because he had shown that he had a knack for tactics in the heat of battle. He had been denied previously because she didn’t want him hurt or traumatized or whatever in the hell kind of reason she used to justify herself for her unfair treatment of him.

Of course, being stuck in this position, he began to wonder if he hadn’t been ready. No! He knew he had been ready. He had just been unlucky with this mission, that’s all. How was he to have known to expect a freaking ambush within miles of Konoha. Hell, he figured he had been home free. Sons of bitches.

He tensed when he heard a door open behind him. He felt the strange blankness of someone repressing their chakra signature as footsteps drew closer to him. A bucket of water was suddenly dumped on him, causing him to gasp at the chilliness on his skin.

“It looks like a little Leaf has fallen into our pond,” said a hollow voice.

Naruto immediately recognized the filtered sound of a Water-nin’s mask. The puddle of water around him took on a new level of threat to his well-being. He strained against the collar, trying to keep some kind of distance between his face and the liquid below.

“Fuck you, you prick! I’m not telling you a damn thing!” Naruto boasted, anxiously searching for some weakness in either the chains or the barrier blocking him from his chakra. Desperately, he reached out to the Kyuubi only to freeze in shock when he found the demon’s chakra blocked from him also. For them to have done that… they had to have known who or what he was.

The shit that he was in suddenly got a lot deeper.

“Don’t worry, we will definitely question you,” the voice assured him smugly. “But in the meantime, I think I will have a little fun.”

Hands were suddenly on him, running over his skin, tracing muscle and bone in their explorations. Naruto couldn’t help but freeze for a second time. Someone was… touching him. Not hitting him, not kicking him; it had nothing to do with combat. It wasn’t a ruffle on the head or a brief glomp before letting go. Someone was touching him.

It was… strange.

One hand left his back and, after a moment, he felt something slick probe at his hole. He immediately tensed up and struggled, not wanting some stranger to touch him like that. An arm wrapped around his waist from the side and pulled him tight against the other body. Unable to twist and turn any longer, he let out a frustrated yell that abruptly turned into a yelp as the man behind him thrust two fingers into his ass.

“What the fuck-!”

The man’s grip tightened as the tanned body bucked with renewed vigor, trying to dislodge the intimate contact. After several minutes of futile thrashing, Naruto dropped his head down while panting heavily. Apparently that had been what his attacker had been waiting for as the man began to move his fingers steadily within the young man’s tight passage.

Since he wasn’t being hurt, Naruto took a moment to collect himself; preparing for his next bout of resistance. His breath leveled out but then started to become uneven once again. He was shocked to feel something inside of him begin to respond to the touches. They definitely weren’t painful… actually, they were beginning to feel nice.

He shifted his weight; uncertain of what he should be feeling when those fingers brushed over an extra-sensitive spot. He let out a small gasp that didn’t go unnoticed by his captor. Those agile digits began concentrating on that one area, causing Naruto to bite his lip in uncertainty. He hesitated a long moment before he began to shift his weight again, pushing himself ever so slightly against the pleasurable pressure in his behind.

His captor rewarded him by slipping another finger into him, the slender appendages causing the blond very little discomfort. Naruto let out a small whimper and moved back against them more firmly, amazed at how such a touch affected him. His hips brushed something hard against his flank which caused him to falter for a brief moment. He realized in shock that the other ninja had become aroused with what they were doing.

He had caused someone else to become sexually excited and this someone was willingly touching him in a sexual manner.

This was something new and astonishing to the blond. While he was friends with many females, none had ever approached him in a manner that would indicate that they found him desirable. He began to wonder, given his current circumstances, if perhaps it was because he wasn’t attractive to women. Maybe he was more attractive to men. He couldn’t think of any reason why that would be so. He wasn’t girly looking; he didn’t have curvy hips or anything. At eighteen years old, he was more muscular than Sasuke although he wasn’t quite as tall. His body was taut and toned with the calluses and roughness that came with living his life as a ninja.

He felt the hardness of the other male begin grinding against his hip and he couldn’t help but give a small moan. His body was heating up, causing sweat to glisten on his skin as he began to yearn for something to which he couldn’t put a name.

“Yes, that’s it,” the voiced groaned out from behind the breather mask.

It then hit Naruto that he was still in the hands of an enemy and he was giving into said enemy with very little fight. He pulled his scattered will together and tried to patch it into a makeshift defiance.

“You son of a bitch, when I get out of here, I will kill you,” Naruto threatened in a dark, albeit breathy, tone.

The almost metallic laughter sounded as a hand reached down and grabbed Naruto’s chin. Turning the boy’s head toward him, the Water-nin lowered his masked face down near Naruto’s ear. “You are like a little yapping dog. All bark and no bite,” he taunted.

Enraged, Naruto twisted his head and then sank his teeth into the enemy nin’s hand. The shinobi let out a growl and tried to pull his hand away, but Naruto kept his jaw clamped tight. The fingers left his ass, which was what he had wanted, but they immediately dropped down and grabbed a handful of his nuts. He got the message with crystal clarity and instantly let go of the hand.

The other shinobi clenched and unclenched his fist a few times to make sure nothing had been severely damaged. He paused with his hand fisted as if he was contemplating using it on Naruto’s face.

“So the dog can bite after all,” the voice snarled in that grating, hollow sound. “Let’s see how well you do as a bitch.”

The man quickly moved behind him, leaving him with only the sound of clothes being hastily torn off to let him know what was happening. A hand gripped his hip, a thumb pulling his ass cheeks apart, and then the prodding of something larger than the fingers had been. He started to struggle wildly once again, not wanting to be used in such a manner. A hand gripped the back of his hair and jerked his head back as the other hand slipped around to grab at his cock and balls.

The Water-nin chuckled as he felt the hard length in his palm. “You want this,” he said, seemingly pleased with his discovery. “You want me to fuck you.”

“No!” Naruto denied. He couldn’t want this, could he? He came to the almost immediate and shocking discovery that, yes, he did want to be touched. He did want someone to desire his body. The quiver in his body that he had mistakenly thought was fear was now identified as anticipation. What in the hell was so wrong with him that this could arouse him?

Not bothering to argue further, the other shinobi slid himself deep into the intoxicating heat of the tight body beneath him. Once he was buried to the hilt, they both ceased all movement.

Yes, it had hurt, but beyond the inconsequential pain was something else. A something that had a little to do with the physical pleasure the action caused and a lot to do with the emotional impact of being filled by someone else. This went beyond the feeling he got when he hung out with his friends. This went beyond the feeling of a companionable hug from Iruka. This was soul deep, earth shattering and overwhelming in its intensity. This was similar to the few rare times that Sasuke would casually touch him but a hundred times more powerful.

A sudden sense of hunger awoke in him, blazing like fire through his system, almost frightening in its magnitude. He wanted to be fucked. He wanted this nameless, faceless man to take him, to make him feel what it was like to be connected so intimately to another. He lifted himself slightly and pushed back against the other, forcing the man’s cock into him a little deeper.

Naruto heard a ragged gasp and couldn’t help but wonder what thoughts that the other had been lost in.

He pushed his hips back once more when the man behind him didn’t move. “Please,” he whispered, feeling pathetic while he did so, but needing it just the same.

The pelvis finally drew back from his buttocks slowly, almost achingly so, until they stopped with just the head of the other man’s cock left within him. Time seemed to suspend in a perfect moment where the want, need and anticipation built to almost a bursting point before the hips jerked forward and the Water-nin slammed back into him.

An almost guttural cry tore itself from his throat, but the other male didn’t stop. His pace quickly picked up until he was ramming himself into the blond as rapidly and deeply as he could. The sounds that continued to pour from the Leaf-nin were not ones of protest, pain or anger.

The pleasure raced through Naruto’s body, causing him to writhe on the manhood impaling him. It blew away everything that he had every felt, but left him hungrily starving for more. “Harder!” he demanded, wanting the sensation and emotion of this moment to fill every empty hole that his past had left within him.

He heard the sound of something metallic hitting the floor and then lips were on his back, kissing and licking urgently while the hips put more vigor into their thrusts.

He panted heavily as hands gripped him harshly; the hot breath beat against his skin as the mouth continued to dance over him.

“Harder!” he demanded again as his body strained towards some goal that, while seemingly elusive, was approaching rapidly.

He let out a cry of protest as the man behind him stopped for a moment. Hands were braced on his lower back, weight was shifted and the feeling of legs alongside of his disappeared. Straps were torn loose around his thighs and the sound of the bar hitting the ground reverberated in the small room as his legs were shoved together. His captor crouched behind him, his feet on the floor as he balanced his weight over Naruto’s hips.

Naruto let out a wordless shout as the pounding resumed. The position allowed the other man to put the strength of his legs behind the movements although it prevented him from tasting the sweat soaked skin of the blond. He made no noise as every bit of his concentration went into maintaining his precarious perch as well as the speed of his motions.

Naruto’s body jerked with the power behind the thrusts, his collar bit into his neck and his shoulders felt like they were about to be pulled from their sockets. He didn’t care however, the pleasure raced through him like some kind of addictive fire, burning everything in its wake and leaving what was behind to hunger for more. The figure behind him shifted slightly and the fire turned white hot.

“Fuck me!” he cried out as something inside of him, which had been steadily coiled, was suddenly pulled into a tight vortex.

“Fuck me!” he yelled as every muscle in his body started to lock up, throwing his lover into a frenzy of motion.

“FUCK ME!” he screamed as he lost control, his body almost convulsing as his orgasm ripped itself from him, soiling the floor below with thick, white ribbons of cum.

Light danced before his vision as white noise echoed in his ears. There was a burst of heat as the other man’s seed flooded him and he couldn’t help but eagerly welcome it. It was further proof that someone had actually found pleasure in him. He could dimly hear the cries of release, but couldn’t translate them. Oblivion stretched its arms out toward him and he gladly fell into the warm embrace.

Tsunade watched the Anbu member standing in front of her through slightly narrowed eyes as he gave his report.

“…so I would say he passed the test,” the man concluded. “There’s no reason why he shouldn’t be able to handle anything that an Anbu might encounter.”

“I’ll be the judge of that,” she informed him a trifle harshly.

The Anbu stood there, unfazed by her irritable reply.

“How did he react?” she finally asked.

“Better than expected,” came the emotionless reply.

“Details,” she growled.

“Do you really want me to go into details?” the Anbu asked, making sure to keep the amusement out of his voice.

Tsunade looked away, as if she could physically avoid the issue. “Why did you volunteer for this?” she suddenly asked.

There was a moment of silence. “We both know it would have been a lot worse if someone who had a grudge against him because of what’s inside of him had been selected.”

She nodded slowly, acknowledging that he was right. She looked up at him and he could see the concern in her eyes. “You’ll take care of him out there?”

“Don’t I always?” he countered.

She nodded again, conceding the point. “You should get your hand looked at,” she murmured, her mind still on her favorite blond-headed menace.

“It’s fine,” he responded. He didn’t want her to know that he had no intention of getting his hand looked at and actually hoped that it left some kind of scar. He wanted a reminder. He wanted a physical remnant of what had transpired between them. He wanted to be able to look at it and remember the blazing inferno that had been Naruto and the fire that had burned him as well.

“Where are you going now?” she asked, her eyes still lost somewhere else, perhaps mourning the loss of Naruto’s innocence.

“I’m going to the hospital. Someone should be there when he wakes up,” he replied stoically.

Tsunade smiled softly, approvingly at him. “You’ve been a really good friend to him since you’ve been back.”

“That’s what best friends do,” he murmured.


~Fin~