Forbidden Jutsu of Love

Outside, it is quiet – a fullish moon rises over the village – a few night birds call in the distance. The shops are closed, the people at home with shades drawn.

Inside, it is even quieter – especially with the layers of barrier jutsus surrounding the room. No one needs to hear what is happening in the room – or rather, what is not happening in the room.

Things are as close to normal as they can get – considering everything. Wars have popped up and faded away, treaties hastily signed and broken. It all comes back here though, to this village, these people, these three people. If they can make this work, then everyone will have hope. If not, the fighting may never end.

And so they are here – Sakura, Naruto, Sasuke. They can cover their bare skin with the sheets, but the awkwardness cannot be smothered and hidden. Naruto in the middle, arms thrown behind his head, fingers laced – a familiar gesture of embarrassment. Sakura and Sasuke lay on either side, arms straight at their sides, rigid.

Sakura got over Sasuke long ago and now, whether she will admit it or not, Naruto is her obsession. Naruto stopped chasing Sakura when he ran off to chase Sasuke. And Sasuke, well, Sasuke has mostly gotten over himself. He knows he needs them both – so they have this lopsided not-love triangle that they have to make work, for Konoha, for all of the villages.

“So ummmm…. How’s this supposed to work?” Sakura whispers, almost to herself. The boys shrug. They’ve all three had indiscretions, not with each other, not like this, not when it really means something. Even Naruto is at a loss for words.

He is in the middle, body stiff, except for where they need it to be. He jerks away when Sasuke rolls over on his side and puts a pale hand on his stomach – startled by the sudden contact. Finally, Naruto laughs.

“Who’da thought that after all these years of me chasing you down, you’d be the one to come to me! Ha!” he was almost shouting over his own laughter. Sasuke snorted, but neither moved his hand nor removed it and the silence fell thick in the room again.

Eventually, Sakura also turned on her side, retucking the blankets modestly, and slid her had up Naruto’s side to intertwine her fingers with Sasuke.

She knew this had to work. They could be not only the most powerful ninja in the village, but perhaps all of the villages – together at least. They needed her to soothe them, to buffer them against the world and each other. And she just needed them. When she was younger she thought she knew what need was – she thought she needed the Uchiha – so did all of the other girls. When he’d left, she felt empty, but eventually that emptiness wasn’t because of his absence. It was because of what it did to Naruto – the emptiness he felt because of the absence. She needed to see that emptiness gone from his eyes, their eyes – because when Sasuke had come back, his eyes looked pained and empty too. She needed them to not lose each other, themselves, the way the original sannin had.

Sakura lay there, absent mindedly playing her fingers against Sasuke’s, ghosting them across Naruto’s taut muscles, thinking about their senseis, the similarities and the differences of the generations. It was almost funny how it had all worked out, like fate had been at work all along. The sannin had left, fled, you might say, trying to escape from who they were. And yet, they’d all ended up teaching the next generation of Konoha ninja. They had all been surpassed by those pupils. They had died, and the pupils had returned to be the legendary sannin people thought the originals were meant to be. The strength of Konoha had been funneled into them.

Sasuke wasn’t a surprise – everyone knew he was destined to be powerful. Naruto had surprised everyone – then she remembered that she, that everyone, even the people who KNEW who son he was, had abandoned him. Sakura dug her fingers into his flesh at that thought, her anger beginning to flare.

Then she heard him moan.

She thought she’d hurt him, but realized that he’d arched his back into her touch, not away from it. She was *almost* mortified at the thought, but this is what they wanted. They wanted to create a stronger bond, a physical bond to connect them, to fuse their power.

When Sasuke had come home, he’d led them to one of Orochimaru’s lairs where they’d found dozens of forbidden scrolls. Sakura had discovered that one of them detailed how to “bleed” chakra from one lover to another – to combine and intensify the chakra. But, the bond had be real and unwavering.

Then she had come up with this plan. Then she had chickened out. And yet, here she was anyhow. She knew the jutsu wouldn’t be completed tonight, or even a hundred years from tonight if they didn’t all want this.

And she realized that she did want this. Her body was responding to Naruto’s moan. The heat flaring inside her overrode her distraction and her embarrassment.

Sakura scooted her body closer to Naruto, her leg looping over his, rubbing against Sasuke who had apparently responded the same way. She continued running her hand up his stomach to his chest, squeezed his pecs, sliding her fingers until she was tugging at his nipple. His body surged upwards, his light moans and whimpers intensifying in volume. She ground her hips into him, feeling the slick heat of her arousal sliding against his hip, feeling her breasts crushed up against his side – and her moan almost drown out his.

On the other side, Sasuke was also grinding his hips into Naruto, his arousal gaining with every thrust. He reached across Naruto’s writhing form and rolled Sakura’s nipple in his fingers – causing her to throw her head back, thrust her hips into Naruto and scream. Naruto moved, bringing his arms down around them, pulling Sakura and Sasuke closer – greedy for their heat, their closeness, their acceptance and need. He ran his hands down Sakura’s spine, tracing circles, massaging away the last vestiges of her apprehension.

He held his breath, listening to her breathy moans, to his name not quite forming on her lips. Sasuke pooled chakra at his fingertips, alternately kneading her breast and nipple – causing her to scream and buck her hips into Naruto. With her head thrown back, Naruto dragged his lips up her neck, nipping at the soft skin under her chin. He felt the chakra from Sasuke as her body crushed the teasing hand into his skin. He got the idea and increased his chakra flow to his fingers, massaging the junction at her waist and hip as she frantically ground herself into him.

Sasuke was unconsciously matching her pace, concentrating his conscious thought on Sakura – the way she arched her back, her neck where Naruto left a red line of nips, the way her scent filled the air – the wanton half names she moaned over and over and over “Nar…. Sas….. ohhhh… Naru……” as she worked her way to the edge of ecstasy.

Somewhere in the haze of lust, she realized that as good as her body felt under the ministrations – this wasn’t just her pleasure, wasn’t just about her, it needed to be all three of them. It wasn’t about the forbidden jutsu; it was about the healing that had to happen before the jutsu.

She reached up and grabbed Sasuke’s hand, tugging at him. At first he resisted, tried to bring his hand back to her breast, but she pulled his hand down, rubbing their intertwined fingers against Naruto’s neglected cock. Naruto’s body jumped, he moaned into her neck and pushed his hips up against their hands, adding a new level of friction to Sakura’s frantic movements.

A jolt of understanding hit Sasuke. Naruto was in the middle, he was the reason they were there to make this work at all. His body was giving them pleasure, and in typical fashion, Naruto wasn’t complaining when it wasn’t being returned.

Sakura was hurt when she felt Sasuke jerk his hand away. Anger started to flare up again when she felt his whole body shift. He disentangled his legs from Naruto, who whimpered at the loss, but seconds later he had shifted his body so that he was above Naruto, straddling his leg, half lying on Naruto’s chest. He moved his hips, pressing upwards, causing his own rigid cock to rub against Naruto’s.

A deep moan was elicited from Naruto as he bit Sakura’s neck harder than intended. The pain made her writhe against Naruto, who bucked up against Sasuke’s length. Sasuke latched onto Naruto’s throat, biting and sucking, moaning as Naruto massaged his back and butt, forcing more friction. The angle he lay at was already awkward, but the pleasures outweighed the discomfort. He snaked his hand back over to grasp Sakura’s nipple again.

Their bodies writhed together, undulating in a complex algorithm of mutual pleasure. All three moaned wantonly, but only Sakura’s cries remained unmuffled. They rode each others’ pleasure to completion – Sakura first, followed closely by Naturo and Sasuke.

As they lay still entangled, panting, Sakura leaned upwards and placed a soft, chaste kiss on Naruto’s lips, pulled Sasuke towards her, and did the same. The boys didn’t exactly kiss, but rested their foreheads together, breathing together, satisfied.

It occurred to Sakura that this was as close to perfect as she could imagine – so she drug her body to a sitting position, bringing them up with her. They sat in a tangle of legs, bodies still covered with evidence of their shared pleasures.

They listened as she explained the scroll in more detail – understanding dawning in their eyes. Their hands joined in a circle, each hand forming half of the signs as Sakura called them out. It was clumsy and slow, but they made it through all nine, then repeated the chant that Sakura had memorized.

Nothing happened. They thought they had failed, leaned forwards and embraced – knowing that there would be years to practice – each of them silently looking forward to those years of practice.

When Sakura moved, getting up to get a cloth to clean everyone up, when she moved, brought down the barriers, something felt different. She funneled chakra to her fingertips, brought them to her lips to taste the energy, a technique she learned as a med-nin, to check for disruptions in chakra. The cum on her fingers tasted salty, but the underlying energy did taste different to her.

They boys were watching her. They felt the difference too – well, Sasuke did; Naruto wasn’t exactly sure what he felt.

When she turned back to them, tackled them back into the mattress laughing, eyes wide, beaming – they knew they has succeeded. Their chakra had bled into each other, binding them together in an inexplicable way. It was small, almost insignificant, but it had worked.

There would be more work, more binding rituals, more training to control their new reserves of chakra – and they couldn’t wait to begin.