Cambion

His back arched, his skin tingled, his hair was drenched with sweat, and his hands entangled themselves in the sheets. His body shook as sensations and feelings overwhelmed him. Hands were on his body, everywhere, his nipples, his stomach, his thighs, his back, his feet, and inside of him. Oh god, the fingers inside of him, there had to be twelve of them to cause the body wracking sensations. Every part of him felt violated, and yet so so good.

Once again Naruto tried to open his eyes, but they wouldn’t work. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words would come out. The little voice that said something wasn’t right was drowned out thoughtless desires. Every sexual fantasy Naruto ever had flashed through his head, causing his body to tense even more. He opened his mouth to scream as everything became too much, and he reached another orgasm. It seemed to happen in slow motion. Naruto could feel his sac tighten, could feel his cum rush up his over sensitive shaft, could feel his anus pulsing, clutching at the unknown fingers. It felt like hours before Naruto’s body fell back onto the bed. He was exhausted and strangely drained.

The several hands all disappeared at once. Maybe the dream was finally over.

“Five.”

Naruto tensed. There was something about that voice that told him he wasn’t dreaming. Someone was with him. They weren’t just invisible hands. Naruto struggled to open his eyes. He felt one eye crack slightly, but it was only enough to see a pale hand running down the inside of his thigh.

“Don’t.” The voice was quiet, pleading, and yet demanding at the same time. But before Naruto could respond he felt a hot body press up against him. His legs were lifted, and Naruto guessed they were perched on shoulders. Strong shoulders. And then something hard and cold brushed up against his well worked entrance. His virgin entrance. Naruto sucked in a breath. He should struggle, but he knew instinctively that nothing but pleasure awaited him.

And then the hardened penis slid into him and stilled. Naruto gasped at the coldness. Somewhere back in his mind he knew that a cold penis wasn’t right. But he didn’t care. It sent entirely new pleasures shooting up his spine. Immediately he was hard again. This had to be his sixth erection…and he was sure it would end with his sixth orgasm.

The body above him started moving with swift controlled thrusts, each one hitting that sweet button inside of him, tearing a silent scream of pleasure from his throat. And slowly each thrust began to get deeper, tingling his insides.

“Ahhhh…” He had found his voice. He wiggled against the intensity, it was too much. It overwhelmed him, drove him insane. He blindly brought his hands up, looking to dig them into anything solid. He found hair. Soft short spiky hair. He wrapped his fingers in it, pulling until the head was forced to bend down, close enough he could feel heavy breaths against his face. He brought his head up and greedily pressed his lips up against the stranger’s. He could hear and feel the surprised gasp. Naruto thrust his tongue inside the mouth and was surprised to be greeted with the taste of ramen. But just as he tried to process that fact his body tensed and jerked as another orgasm rushed through him. He felt something cold spill out inside of him. And then too soon, the man had pulled out of him. Naruto’s legs fell slid off his shoulders, his mouth separated from Naruto’s, and his incredibly hot body left Naruto’s feeling cold.

“Call for me again.” This time the voice wasn’t as demanding, it seemed almost…rattled.

“Don’t go.” Naruto begged, trying desperately to open his eyes. After a few seconds of struggling, his eyes flew open.

No one was there. Naruto scanned his economy apartment. The door was still deadbolted and the bathroom door was still closed. It was as if the person had just vanished.

Naruto looked down at his body. There was no cum anywhere on his body, or on the sheets. Maybe it really had been a dream. But Naruto could still feel the left over tingles of six orgasms. His body felt heavy and weak. It couldn’t have been a dream, it was so real.

With incredible effort Naruto brought a hand down between his legs and slipped a finger inside of himself. It slipped in with no resistance, and it was cold. His insides were cold. Naruto felt a tear slide down a cheek. It was the closest thing he had to any proof of losing his virginity, and it left him feeling cold and depressed.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Shikamaru unlocked Naruto’s door with his credit card. It was always pretty easy to jimmy open. Kiba stepped in ahead of him. “Hey, Naruto. Get your lazy ass up.”

A lump in the bed groaned.

Shikamaru stepped inside too and sniffed the air, “Does it smell like smoke in here?”

Kiba scrunched up his nose, “Yeah, it kind of does.” He stepped over to the side of Naruto’s bed and kicked it. “Get up.”

Naruto threw the sheets over his head and growled when they were torn away from him. “Damn it, Naruto. Can’t you sleep with at least boxers on?” The covers were thrown back over his waist.

Naruto opened his eyes and stared down at his naked body. He had gone to bed with boxers on. He threw his arm over his head. He felt like shit, both physically and emotionally.

“You’re going to be late for work.” Shikamaru muttered.

“I’m not going.”

Kiba walked around the small room, sniffing, trying to find the source of the smoky smell.

“What do you mean you’re not going?”

“I don’t feel good.” Naruto said, annoyed with all the questions.

Shikamaru jerked Naruto’s arm from his face and put his hand over Naruto’s forehead. “You’re not running a fever. But you don’t look good.”

“It smells the strongest on the bed. Naruto you didn’t take up smoking did you?” Kiba interjected.

“I wish I had.” Naruto groaned.

“What happened to you?” Shikamaru asked, a serious look of concern on his face. He couldn’t remember the last time Naruto had been sick. But he didn’t just look sick, he looked sad.

Naruto couldn’t even force a smile. If only he could have some real proof. But people didn’t just disappear. Maybe he had had such a bad fever during the night that he had hallucinated. It would explain the lack of boxers in the morning.

“Kiba, lets go. Naruto, we’ll come back by during our lunch break and check on you.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*

It was morning when Gaara stepped inside his house. He could smell bacon and eggs cooking. Most likely Temari was making food for their brother, father, and mother.

“Gaara?” Temari called from the kitchen.

Gaara stepped in to the kitchen to see what she wanted, “What?”

She handed him a plate of eggs and bacon. Gaara stared at it. That’s not what he ate.

“Take that to Mom.”

Gaara tensed. “No.”

“Gaara, I don’t have time for this. I have a job interview, so I can’t spend the day watching over her. Just go take it to her, make sure she eats it, and then you can leave.”

“She won’t eat it if I bring it.” Gaara said in an annoyed voice. But Temari had conveniently tuned him out. With a deep breathe, Gaara turned and took the plate of food up the stairs to their mother’s room.

He unlocked the door from the outside and stepped in. The windows were pulled down, and as usual there were no lights. The frail woman on the bed looked over at the door. Her eyes widened when she took in her youngest son’s form. “Demon!” She shouted, scooting up in the corner of her bed as best she could.

Gaara’s hands clutched the plate, “I brought you breakfast. Temari made it.” He hoped the name of her ‘real’ child would calm her down.

“Go away!” She clutched the cross necklace and held it out in front of her chest, as if that would actually keep him away. “You damned creature.”

She began crying when Gaara stepped over to the side of her bed and placed her food on the night stand. To anyone else she would seem crazy. But she was the only one who knew the truth. And the truth was so crazy it was better that people that her insane.

The fact was, Gaara was only a half sibling. The man he called father had absolutely nothing to do with his conception. His mother had summoned an incubus that had left her pregnant…with him. The creature created between a mortal woman and an incubus, known as a cambion, that was Gaara. Usually mortal women died when a cambion was born, but somehow she had survived. And even more luckily was that Gaara wasn’t born in a hospital. After all, it wasn’t until he was seven that he worked like a normal human. His heart never beat, he didn’t breathe, and he had no pulse until he turned seven. But he was slightly grateful for that. Several times she had tried to stab him, but he didn’t bleed. She strangled him, but he didn’t choke.

“Don’t forget to eat, Mother.” He quickly left the hysterical woman.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Naruto tried to push himself out of bed, but his arms were weak and wouldn’t support his weight. With a frustrated growl he fell back onto the bed. He needed to piss but he didn’t even have the energy to stand up. He looked over at the clock, it was a little after noon. Shikamaru and Kiba would be there shortly.

As if on cue he heard the sounds of his door being unlocked, and moments later Shikamaru stepped into his room.

Naruto looked over, “Where’s Kiba?”

“I had him go pick up lunch for you. He’ll be here shortly. Are you okay?”

Naruto gave a sheepish grin, “I don’t seem to have the energy to stand up, and I need to pee.”

Shikamaru gave his friend a worried glance. One thing Naruto never seemed to run out of was energy. Drunk, sick, sad, tired…and yet he always had energy then. This exhaustion was a problem. But he didn’t say anything as he stepped over to Naruto and helped pull the boy out of bed.

Naruto wobbled a few times, “Can you…uh…help me get to the bathroom.”

Shikamaru sighed and let Naruto use him as a crutch.

“Hey, Naruto. When did you start feeling so bad?”

Naruto stayed silent for a moment, debating on whether to tell Shikamaru about his all too real dream or not. Shikamaru was a literature major, spent a lot of time reading, and analyzing. He also did dream analysis, so he was sure Shikamaru would be interested in it.

They made it to the bathroom, where Shikamaru stared to the side, still supporting Naruto, not interested in seeing his friend piss.

“I had a sex dream. And I’m not talking about the typical wet dream. It felt real.”

“With who?”

“I don’t know. I couldn’t open my eyes.”

“And you felt bad afterwards?”

Naruto nodded and flushed the toilet, “Make anything out of it?”

“Write it down for me. Write down everything you remember, and I’ll see what I can figure out. But dreams shouldn’t make you so worn out that you can’t go and pee on your own.”

“What if it wasn’t a dream?”

“Why wouldn’t you be able to open your eyes if it were real? Were you blindfolded?”

“No.”

“Did you see the person leave?”

“…They disappeared.”

Shikamaru dropped him back on the bed.

“It felt so real. I swear it was. But things just don’t add up. I know…but…” Naruto ran his hands through his hair.

Shikamaru scowled. “Regardless of it being real or not, if it comes back, don’t have sex with it. It’s unnatural to be this weak. Especially for you.”

Naruto nodded, but he knew if he had the chance again to feel everything again, he’d take it.