Manipulation Mandrakes

NOTES: Obviously, I took some liberties with Zetsu's abilities, and I don't recommend eating mandrakes because they're poisonous.



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Zetsu watches, sliding along the soil and peering through the grass at the two young men traveling this beaten path to the side. They’re ridiculous, these two, arguing over who would outdo the other in various contests involving mundane things like the accuracy they have with their shurikens—or the loudness of their bodily functions. It has been a rather painful drag, listening to these two drone on about unimportant, childish things. Is this really what the shinobi-world has amounted to? Ninjas were once feared, respected, and most importantly—silent. Now the only thing Zetsu wishes for is the two of them to shut up—for one of them to shut up. He’d kill them here and now if the Leader hadn’t given him specific instructions to merely observe them, to gauge their skill.

Well Zetsu could already gauge their skill: worthless. He didn’t want to be here at all.

“But you know what you really want,” he says to himself, his voice a whisper in the willows, a shudder in the trees. “You want to experiment with your latest creation, don’t you?”

“The mandrakes?” he continues. “But it might be dangerous . . . the Leader said—”

“It won’t hurt them, and you know it. You only developed those mandrakes because you’ve never truly tasted the flesh of another person—it’s the one thing you could never claim with that body of yours, that inhuman blood. You crave to ‘deflower’ them, don’t you?”

Zetsu hesitates, then: “That may be true, but—”

“Do it,” he commands. “Do not deny yourself. It will not hurt them, and the Leader will never know, will he? They may remember the ordeal—but they’ll never know what hit them in the first place, will they?”

A tree sighs nearby, its branches nodding in agreement.

“You’re right,” Zetsu continues. “It won’t hurt them, and they’ll be utterly clueless as to why they did what they did in the first place like you said. Hmm . . . choices, choices. . . .”

“Do it. Now’s the time. No more arguments. Just do it.”

Zetsu considers the alternatives, the ramifications. He nods. “Very well then. I’ll do it.”

“Perfect.” He hears a raspy sigh from the darker half of his face. “Then get on with it.”

Zetsu ducks his head back under the earth, showing no sign of emotion as he speeds ahead of the two males, swimming through forests of roots and rivers of clay until he reaches a small pond near the trail. He sprouts up from the ground, his torso surrounded in a ring of exotic blossoms as he leans forward and eases his palm onto the cool, cool mud below. This is the perfect place to grow his newest creation. His calves imbibe on the ample pond-water nearby as liquid-chakra begins to surge out his palm on into the mud, and soon, leaves are flowing from his wrist, pouring from his fingers in swirls of velvet green. His entire hand becomes a garden, a tangled galaxy of greenery, and out falls a wash of seedlings.

The ground begins to glow a deep emerald as layers of earth fold and unfold to accept Zetsu’s gift, devouring and nurturing every single seed, the earth’s saliva soaking them up in a warm, leafy gel; and without a smile or a frown, Zetsu draws his reverting hand back to observe the life splashing and rippling in the earthen pool below. Dirt, seeds, and grass blend together in a soup, a vortex of vegetation, and in seconds, his newest creations have taken root, already growing to noticeable proportions. Their hair is a mess of mangy leaves, and their brown bodies swell into plump orbs, tightening into a set of abs, a pair of calves and pectorals, human curves. He takes a breath and can smell that strong musk, can taste those powerful minty fragrances emanating from his mandrakes as they grow greater.

“Gah,” one of the males moans nearby. “Why’d I have to let Akamaru sit this lame mission out? At least I would’ve had someone to talk to.”

Zetsu silently sinks below the ground and listens.

“Yeah,” the other agrees. “And why’d Tsunade have to send you on a mission with me again? You stink worse than a, than a—hey, what’s that smell?”

Zetsu hears them sniffing out his mandrakes just as he’d planned. So predictable.

“Smells like trouble, Naruto,” the other says. “I think we should take the long way around. That smell’s all over the place now, and I don’t like it at all.”

“Oh, come on, Kiba! It smells good!”

“Good? It smells like a—like a male butt, man.”

“Huh?”

“I should know, Naruto. How could I ever forget your stink?”

“Shut up, wet dog!”

“Hey, I’m not even wet!”

“You’re sweaty then! And you’ve got dog-breath, too!”

“Look, idiot, all I’m saying is it doesn’t smell like something we should fool around with, okay? It could be a trap, you know? Like lure? Or genjutsu?”

“Bah!” Zetsu hears that Naruto character rustling through the leaves nearby. “Stop being such a damn chicken, Kiba.”

A growl comes from the other guy—Kiba. “I’m not a coward, dammit—I’m just not a dumbass!”

“Yeah?”

Zetsu feels Naruto pluck one of his mandrakes from the ground.

“Then what the hell’s this thing?”

A long drag on the air from Kiba, then: “Don’t know what it is. Shino or Hinata’s the one you wanna talk to about plants. Not me.”

“Looks like a frigging doll.” Another sniff. “And it smells like those things they sell all over at the marketplace. You know what I’m talking about?”

“What, peppermints?”

“Yeah, that’s what they’re called. Always wondered where those came from. Bet that’s what this is.”

“I can smell that, yeah, and sure, it does smell pretty good,” Kiba says. “But it also smells . . . just—wrong.”

“Man, I’m feeling hungry all of a sudden, too.”

“Thought the only thing you practically ever ate was ramen—and I especially thought you never ate random vegetables of all things.”

“Well—but it just smells so damn good!”

“You know it could be poisonous. Put it down.”

“Mmmmm, but my stomach’s growling like a wolf now.”

“Well I’ve got some jerky in my stuff if you’re hungry then. Just let me get it out.”

Zetsu hears Kiba rummaging through his pouch.

“This ain’t ramen,” Naruto says. “But it’ll have to do.”

“Hey, wait a sec!”

A meaty crunch.

“Idiot. . . .”

And that has sealed the deal, finalized the preparations. Mission succeeded. Zetsu is now in control. He knew these children too well. He knew at least one of them was lacking enough in intelligence to fall straight into his snare.

“You’re such a moron,” Kiba says. “Your stomach killing you yet?”

And now Zetsu is inside Naruto.

“Tell him you’re feeling fine,” he whispers into the mind’s ear. “And take another bite. Yes, take another bite.”

Naruto looks around. Zetsu feels the male’s brow scrunch up in confusion, those eyes blinking a few times.

“Do as I say,” he commands. “There’s no use in fighting. Just do as I say.”

But this male’s got a little more willpower than he expected.

There’s a brief struggle for dominance—surprising, considering how easily the guy yielded to the mandrake’s scent—however, Zetsu’s darker half outweighs this futile attempt, and Naruto gradually brings the mandrake to his lips, his elbow trembling, his heart bleeding out cold sweat. For a few seconds, he holds the root against his lips, still shaking all over, still fighting—then he abruptly relaxes in one smooth motion and bites into the mandrake’s meat, chewing and chewing it into a pulp, swallowing it heartily and tearing off another chunk with his teeth. Zetsu tastes the minty musk, enjoying it, savoring it, and those jaws in this body, they’re young and powerful, different than what he’s used to. Far better than what he’s used to.

“Yesssss,” he says. “Eat it—eat all of it.”

“Hey . . . Naruto,” Kiba says. “You feeling all right?”

“Kiss him.”

Naruto stares at his teammate. “Yes,” he says. “I’m feeling fine, Kiba. Now you should try some of this, too. It is delicious.”

“. . . You don’t sound fine.”

“Just try some, Kiba. You’ll like it.”

Kiba shakes his head, folding his arms. “No thanks, man. I’m a carnivore, remember? And even when I occasionally eat something green, it’s something I know isn’t gonna screw up my system.”

Naruto says nothing, walks back over to his teammate.

And Kiba scans him over curiously. “But what’s it taste like anyway?” He gives a snort. “Ass?”

“Now’s the time.”

”You want to know?” Naruto asks. “You really want to know?”

“. . . That plant’s really gone and messed you up, hasn’t it?”

Naruto looks into Kiba’s eyes—

“Do it!”

—and grabs him, jerking him into a lusty kiss, forcing his tongue inside as he shoves the pulpy remnants of the mandrake straight down the other’s throat.

“Mm!”

And Zetsu tastes—for the first time—the pink heat of a mouth in his own, the strong nudge of a tongue against his, that burning heat below. Zetsu/Naruto moans as he slides his fingers through all that brown hair, devouring the new textures with his touch.

“Nnnnn,” Kiba says, easing into the kiss—and Zetsu’s darker half has entered this male as well by now, rapidly taking over his actions. “N-Naruto . . . what the fuck . . . ?”

Their erections are suddenly nuzzling into each other’s pelvises. Hands are rummaging along each other’s bodies, feeling the other’s ass, gripping it in their hands to test its supple-firmness, running fingers through each other’s hair as they continue to deepen the kiss, Zetsu/Kiba growling back and biting down on Zetsu/Naruto’s lower lip.

“Fuh-fuck me, Naruto,” Kiba whispers. “Fuck me hard. And now.”

Naruto says nothing, and Zetsu is genuinely surprised at his other half.

“Let’s . . . let’s fuck, Naruto . . . right here,” Kiba continues, his voice wispy as he slowly turns then falls to the ground, the darker Zetsu flaunting his new ass at his eternal brother. “I want all your cock in me,” he says. “And I want your pubes scratching me, too. I want you fucking me so hard I can hear your balls clapping.”

Naruto drops down to his knees in obedience. He slides his hand down into the sweaty warmth of Kiba’s pants then pulls them down until a pair of wet mounds meets his eyes.

“Mmmmm.”

Naruto yanks the pants the rest of the way off then removes his own, carefully taking out his cock as Zetsu observes, feeling all these intense sensations for the first time, a cool breeze fluttering against his flesh as Naruto slips out of his jacket and sandals, completely nude now.

“Hurry up,” Kiba says, his taut ass spread open and wide, pointing it up at Zetsu’s new loins. “Do it now, Naruto. Fuck me.”

Naruto instinctively spits in his hand, and Zetsu gets a nice view of Kiba’s asshole. He traces the wisps of hair swirling it, reaches out to massage the two plump balls below, then drags his finger up the sweaty crevice until his thumb is resting right against the male’s heat. It’s like flames are gnashing at his fingers, his skin, his loins as he reaches his other hand out to part that anxious entrance even wider with his other thumb, sliding a wet tongue across his lips.

“Lick me, Naruto,” Kiba says. “Fuck me with your tongue.”

And Naruto leans forward, wasting no time and diving into the entrance with zeal, plunging his thick muscle up that rectum as Kiba moans and shoves back onto him. After all, this isn’t Zetsu’s body. He can do whatever he wants in it, as long as he doesn’t kill either of these males.

And he’s tasting his brother’s asshole now, groping the slick mounds in his hands, massaging the firm flesh, pumping his head up and down the hot cleft.

“Yesssss, right there,” his brother says. “Deeper. Deeper.”

Zetsu slides his hands along Kiba’s waist to grip those thighs, dragging them back along his tongue, thrusting inside even farther, carving into the depths of those fiery-wet walls.

“Now fuck me,” Kiba commands. “Now’s the time.”

Naruto pulls his tongue out, licking his lips. He swallows, places his palm below his mouth as he works up some saliva then spits into his hand again. In seconds, he’s lathered up his cock and is setting himself up in the heat of Kiba’s crevice, not quite inside yet, his crown merely nudging the lips, his hands holding Kiba in place.

“Do it,” Kiba says. “Do it now.”

And Naruto does. All at once, he sheaths himself inside that burning door, a wash of muscle flowing over his cock, clenching tightly around his shaft, squeezing him in an intensely wet grip. His eyes widen, and for the first time, Zetsu feels something new sliding across his face. His lips, they’re tightening. They’re lifting upwards into a—into a smirk. Zetsu can sense—can feel his brother doing the same thing right below him as that ass begins to pump back into him, to meet his pelvis thrust for thrust; and Zetsu’s unaware he’s already pistoning in and out of that ass because he’s so caught up in his own display of emotion, of lust. Those lips that have only uttered quiet words of observation until now are expressing something entirely without sound. They’re expressing something entirely through silence.

They’re expressing desire.

And his erection is swelling in light of that now, filling that tight hole below, his coarse hairs scribbling against Kiba’s ass, his lower abs rocking back and forth to meet that warmth. That fiery, sunny warmth. He slides his hands along Kiba’s sides, slick with sweat as something explosive builds in his loins, blossoming up through his legs, sprouting in the pit of his stomach, bursting through his cock on into the male below. He stifles a moan of pleasure as his seed burrows into the depths of his brother, and Kiba’s growling and pushing back at a faster pace now, furiously stroking himself with that clawed hand, shoving back into Naruto’s pelvis, holding himself there, squeezing his ass around that erection—it’s so tight, it’s so wet, it’s so hot—he’s just sitting there on that shaft, pushing back against it with all his might, and Zetsu catches the side of Kiba’s face, a glimpse of his darker half’s devious grin as he feels that hot-wet ass violently envelop him in heat, his brother letting out a stifled moan, the supple muscles in that chiseled back rippling and straining into taut folds of flesh—then together, all at once, they collapse upon the ground below.

After what seems like two eternities, they’re both still panting and panting together, warm in each other’s embrace, and Naruto’s deflating erection, it’s still lodged inside Kiba, his pelvis resting upon the cushy curvatures of that perfect ass as anything but silence whirls through everyone’s thoughts.

Yet it all still sounds like silence. Nothing is coherent. Everything is a static slush of emotion as the breathing doesn’t even begin to slow down. This feeling, this moment, it’s indescribable for Zetsu, and he’d like to stay like this forever, sheathed inside his darker half, his demonic brother—but he also knows that he’s low on chakra reserves already and that the jutsu’s enchantment is about to reach an end. Then Kiba suddenly groans, coughing into the dirt, shattering the loud silence, announcing a return to sanity.

“I’ve already planted my final seed,” the darker half says, now reunited with his brother. “It’s your turn now. Your turn to add the finishing touch.”

“You mean . . . ?”

“Yes. Now’s the time. Do it.”

Zetsu plants a final seed in Naruto’s mind. A parting gift.

Then makes his exit.

* * *

It’s awkward, continuing the mission after something like that for Kiba, to say the absolute least, the understatement of the century. Indeed, his ass still feels sore, he has no idea what came over him or Naruto, and he has even less of a clue as to why he liked it so much. He’s massaging his own butthole as he walks along, a hand stuffed down the back of his pants, an angry frown across his face, and definitely a good yard, or two, or three, or thirty away from his good old buddy, old pal, Naruto, who’s also walking along awkwardly, his hands in his pockets, constantly staring at the ground, looking a little depressed with himself.

They haven’t spoken since “the Incident” as Kiba has decided to call it, and it’s getting even more uncomfortable with each footprint they leave behind, with each inch of distance they add between themselves and that pond where it all happened. It feels like some sort of whirlwind of words is building up inside his chest, about to blow his mouth down, and yet another one just as big and mighty is just sitting right behind the lip-doors of Naruto’s mouth, too, anxious to blast its way out all at once as well, loudly and proudly and with that smirky-jerky grin of his piled on top of it all, of course, since Naruto’d—Naruto’d. . . .

But see, it’s also like a game of who can last the longest, too. It’s a game of who’s going to give into that door and speak first. Because whoever it is who wins, both of them lose. What just happened, happened. It was real, and those words are only going to confirm it even more. And—

“Kiba did that—”

Winner: Uzumaki Naruto. Collect your prize, please. It’s walking right next to you.

“—did that really just happen?”

Kiba sighs, still kneading the sore, sore dough of his own flesh with two fingertips. “Yeah,” he says. “It did really just happen. And my ass still hurts like hell, dammit.”

“But—but why would I wanna fuck you like that outta nowhere, man?”

“I don’t know, ’cause I’m hot?” Kiba actually chuckles despite the mood. “You know, I bet it was that damn plant you ate, you dumb bastard. It—it must’ve fucked with your brain real bad.”

“But then why’d you let me fuck you if I was going crazy, huh?”

That one had Kiba stumped, too. He couldn’t reply with anything intelligent except: “Look, let’s just forget that it ever happened, all right? Let’s just pretend we were both just dreaming . . . or more like having a fucking nightmare. . . .”

“Right!” Naruto suddenly sounds cheerful. “But—but I’ve got a question for you, Kiba. A real kicker actually.”

Kiba stops walking, rubs his ass. “All right then. What is it, ass-licker?”

“Shut up, Kiba!”

“Hey, that’s what you did to me.”

“Didn’t wanna!”

“Tch, whatever.” Kiba grins faintly, just a little bit proud at how well he’s taking this whole thing, at how well he’s coping with the fact that he just got ass-raped. “What was it you wanted to ask me again?”

“Uhh. . . .” Naruto’s voice trails off like a damn five-year-old’s. “What was it like?”

Kiba frowns. “Huh?”

“You heard me, Kiba. How’d it feel? My cock up in your tight ass. Bet it felt real good, didn’t it? Your butthole’s fucking hot, I gotta admit! Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!”

“Hey, shut up, you bastard! That’s not even remotely close to being funny! Take it back!”

“Heheheh, did you like it?”

“Grrrrr—I’m gonna kick your ass so damn hard if you don’t shut the hell up about this.”

“’Cause if you did like it—I gotta admit I liked it a little bit myself.”

“What?!”

“Your ass, Kiba, it was so fucking hot and wet and tight inside. Best damn feeling I ever felt since screwing a cup of noodles.”

“What the fuck?”

“That’s right. I fucked a bowl of Ichiraku’s once.”

“Shut up, Naruto. You’re a fucking pig.”

Naruto grins impishly. “Starting to get a little hard-on again just thinking of being up inside that hot, tight ass of yours, Kiba.”

“Seriously, Naruto. Stop joking around with the—”

Kiba sees the crotch of those orange windpants stiffening, rising into another erection—and something inside his mind begins whispering, a shudder of raspy voices.

“Submit,” it tells him. “Give in to him. You want him inside you now. Anytime he wants you. Anytime you see that full cock growing, you want it lodged firmly up inside your asshole. You want all of it inside you. So turn around right now. And take it.”

Kiba immediately whirls around, his mind screaming to stop as he rips off his pants again and presents his ass to the male behind him.

“Nnnnnn,” he says against his will. “D-do it now, dammit. . . .”

“Fuck, Kiba,” he hears Naruto say. “I just heard a voice in my head again, man. Did you hear that shit a second ago, too?”

Kiba moans, his face planted on the ground now, his ass pointing up at the guy behind him, lying in wait, his erection swelling in anticipation. “Fuh-fuck me again, Naruto. I want your cock inside me now.”

“Yeah, that’s right,” Naruto says—and that fat cock is already nuzzling firmly into Kiba, just beginning to burrow inside as he feels Naruto lean forward, the guy’s hot, hot breath splashing into his ear. “And you wanna know what that voice told me just now, Kiba?”

“Nnnnnn.”

“It said I get to fuck you from now on anytime I’m horny, bitch.”

And unable to control himself, Kiba yelps out in pleasure, in pain, in total humiliation as Naruto’s cock digs straight into his ass. He starts shoving back along that powerful, thrusting shaft, helping it strike the depths of his rectum as he submits to that hypnotic voice inside his head now, yielding to that desire he can no longer silence.