I'm posting the first prequel to this here as well as in my one shot collection. I know some people will be, what the fuck is going on no matter how many times I tell them to go read the prequel first. WARNING: Dark!Naruto Fic. Violent sex, cursing, violence, blood
In a Darker Universe
The decisions made can often determine the fate of more than just a single person. Dark and light--different sides of the same coin--circle each other in a constant and equal battle for dominance. Each are created by the choices a person makes. A test. A challenge and the choice made in a pivotal moment can set the world on its ear and change the world for the better or for the worse. The wind whistled through the trees littering the landscape of Fire Country in colors of brilliant green. Upon a mountain, the Akatsuki stronghold was a place feared by many. No longer in the shadows, the men who were monsters ruled the world and everything in it. Only a few dared to oppose them and were crushed beneath their sandals. The leadership of Sasuke Uchiha and Naruto Uzumaki was absolute. Those who opposed them, died painfully and mercilessly.
“You were stupid, Gen Shiba.” A dark voice echoed through the room, its barely contained violence striking fear into all.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. They made me do it. I won’t cross you again. Please, Uzumaki-
sama.” The man sniveled before the lean frame clad in a mixture of blacks and oranges. A foot kicked out, slamming into the man’s abdomen, sending him crashing to the floor in pain.
White teeth gleamed bright in the torch lit room. The cowering shinobi whimpered pitifully--prostrate before his judgment. A quick glance behind him spoke of Sasuke’s presence, a calm and control to his wild temper. Naruto Uzumaki--demon container for the former shinobi village of Konoha--withdrew a kunai with a speed to rival his long dead father and slit the throat of the man before him in one smooth motion. There was no pity or regret upon seeing fearful eyes grow wide in shock and terror.
Blood arched in a fountain spray of red--the victim, unable to scream, gurgled out the last sounds of his life before going limp in the growing pool of crimson. Pupils blew and finally a last gurgled breath before life fled the man's face. The feel of Sasuke’s amusement behind Naruto gave him cause to turn and questions.
“What?”
Sasuke shook his head, smirk lifting one corner of his mouth--a telltale sign of his amusement. “Did you have to kill him?”
“He was a spy for Konoha rebels.” Naruto snarled towards Sasuke. He’d only been with the Akatsuki for four years but in that time, he’d help make it what it was and no other held a position closer to the nearly demonic Uchiha leader. Naruto was his only confidant. They possessed a connection far deeper than what most ever dreamed.
Sasuke shrugged lazily. “They are nothing to us--a futile resistance that is all but wiped out.”
“He still needed to die. I don’t plan to ever let anyone loyal to Konoha live,” snarled Naruto.
“Even Sakura?” That was a heated topic between them. Naruto’s loyalty was for Sasuke alone, but a small glimmer in his heart reminded him of the closeness he’d once shared with her. That she was a leader in the Konoha forces made the question all the more painful as was evident when he grimaced at her name.
“Even Sakura,” he said. “If we couldn’t turn her.”
Sasuke rolled his eyes at the familiar comment before turning them back to the body cooling in the room. His lips curled at the coppery scent of blood mixed with the ammonia smell of urine.
“We could have interrogated him. He might have held information we could have used.” Sasuke stepped forward, the tip of one sandal barely missing the coagulating pool of blood.
Naruto snorted, wiping his kunai on shirt of the fallen shinobi before them. “Not likely. Kakashi wouldn’t dare send in someone who could be broken. They either sealed away anything of importance or he never knew anything to begin with. He was probably positioned to feed information back to the resistance.”
“Which begs the question, how did he last this long?”
Naruto shrugged. “I don’t really care. I’ll kill anyone who threatens us.” The unspoken you wasn’t missed by either.
“Naruto.”
He turned back to see Sasuke lounging lazily against the wall. “What?”
“Have someone clean up this mess, then have them toss the body where Konoha will find it.” Sasuke smirked lazily.
“Why don’t you do it, bastard?”
Sasuke’s smirk grew even wider. “That’s what I have you for.”
Naruto sniffed, stepping over the dead body and making his way from chamber without the slightest pause in motion. Sasuke didn’t follow. He didn’t expect him too. Their relationship had never gone beyond what it was now. They spoke words of comfort when they were needed and advice even when it wasn’t. Both knew the affection each other possessed and both feared giving in to it. Perhaps it was the fear of loving the other only to lose them in their chaotic, crazy lives. If they gave in to the temptation, they could very well destroy each other and all they had created. Sasuke had given him a life and a purpose. Who would have thought Madara and ironically Obito's plan to create peace by ruling the world would work so beautifully in their hands, even if their ultimate goal did not come to bear the fruit they had hoped.
Naruto chuckled darkly. Thinking back on his life, he wondered how things could have been different had the fates not dealt them their prospective hands? When faced with his own darkness and in an attempt to save the shinobi world from destruction, he’d embraced that small tendril of evil. Never did he consider the fork in the road of his fate. It never crossed his mind in the moment he accepted the darkness always present inside him. It wasn't even the Kyuubi trapped inside him that created that small bit of evil. It was simply the natural evil found in every human. He had taken the same path Sasuke faced so long ago in his search for the power to defeat his brother. The quickest path to power was always the darkest one.
What Naruto hadn’t realized as he stood above Madara and Obito's bodies, blood dripping crimson from his hands, that the world feared him more than they ever had the instigator of turmoil.
At first he tried to control it. It was a part of him and unable to be separated by seals or jutsus. Each step forward in control brought about two steps back. He could no longer deny his addiction to the feel of the power. As the saying goes, absolute power corrupts absolutely and Naruto had power--dark, dangerous power.
After the short, but horrifying war, Sasuke had escaped to rebuild Akatsuki as a powerful shinobi organization loyal only to their clients. His own corruption from both Orochimaru and Obito had tainted him from ever finding peace in the village. Sasuke’s own darkness was a stain on the pristine concept of Konoha.
The betrayal against Naruto came much less obviously. Despite the darkness, he attempted to conform. He had come to understand Sasuke would never return and had made his peace with that knowledge. His darkness, tamped down with every force of his being, was released in all its dark glory on a summer afternoon, a short month after the apparent peace brought on by Naruto's sacrifice and the end of the more dangerous of the many threats to the village.
Naruto, a small part of him still innocent, had never seen the following events coming. A special council was convened to evaluate the safety in allowing Naruto to roam about the village freely. Many had seen his demon like aura and horrifying brutality during his final battle against the dual attacks from Madara and Obito--seen it and feared it. To them, the next great threat resided in their very village.
He was deemed too powerful to imprison and too dangerous to live. The village--the place he had dedicated 16 years of his life to--had betrayed him as they had the Uchiha clan…as they had Itachi Uchiha. An army of ANBU was sent to execute him. The most horrifying of all was the order possessed the seal of the Fifth Hokage.
Standing amidst the death he’d wrought on the attacking force, he had screamed out at the scroll. An order of execution. His village had betrayed him so thoroughly; the darkness lurking in the back of his mind had struck with the full force of his wrath. All he had ever wanted was to be accepted in his village and yet they turned on him after all he had done.
When the bloodlust faded, he’d found himself standing in a massacre much like what Pein had brought months prior. Bodies of the dead, both shinobi and villagers, littered the ground. Those who survived took shelter in the nearby caves. Naruto felt nothing--no anger at himself for having destroyed the home of his birth, no shame for having slaughtered hundreds of people. If anything, he felt pleasure and satisfaction for repaying the service extended to him. His fall from grace was complete. A monster had been created. Perhaps that had been Madara’s ultimate plan all along.
Sasuke found him a week later, holed up in a cave at the border of Fire Country. He often wondered how Sasuke knew where to find him. A cold hand offered to him was all it took for Naruto’s loyalty to once more reside with his friend. From that moment, Sasuke’s cool reserve tempered Naruto’s wild, dark nature. Sasuke’s cold nature, created from the world gone mad days of their youth, was the perfect accompaniment to Naruto blazing darkness.
Each would defer to the other in cases where a decision must be made and together they made the Akatsuki a force to be reckoned with. Akatsuki ruled the entire shinobi world in the short span of four years. Daimyos and villagers alike answered to them. Their power was ultimate--paid in the blood of all who opposed them.
Naruto and Sasuke were kings, but like all empires, they were threatened time and again by resistant movements. Konoha, once a mighty force, had been reduced to mere resistance against them. Naruto took great pleasure in handling those found to be loyal to them.
It didn’t matter. They could ram their heads against the Akatsuki as many times as they liked. He would crush each of them beneath his feet time and again. Their own fear had brought this upon them and Naruto was happy to let them stew in their mistakes until the end of time.
Opening the door to his private rooms, he stilled at the sight lounging across a chaise. Suigetsu. Naruto’s blood boiled quietly under his skin. He longed to sink his nails into his pale skin, peeling every inch from him while he screamed in agony from the all encompassing pain.
“What are you doing here?” He didn’t bother to stop the barely tempered violence in his voice. If not for Sasuke, he would have killed the water shinobi years ago and likely taken enormous pleasure in it.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Suigetsu swung his feet from the chaise, climbing smoothly to his feet.
Naruto’s lips lifted in a snarl. “Get out.”
“Hmm, I think you should play nice. Sasuke wouldn’t be happy if you tried to hurt me. We all know how much your happiness depends on his.” Suigetsu slid against Naruto, his hands lifting to pat a broad shoulder. “And I make him very happy.”
Naruto’s anger erupted, his speed unmatched. A careful swipe of his kunai gripped hand passed through where Suigetsu’s neck should have been only to find his hand passing through water. “You chicken piece of shit!”
“Tsk. What would Sasuke say if you hurt me? You remember what happened last time, don’t you?”
He did. He remembered Sasuke’s refusal to speak with him while Suigetsu’s body lay broken in the infirmary. He remembered destroying three training grounds until Sasuke spoke the careful words, warning him if he ever attacked Suigetsu again, he would never speak to him again. Petty threat it seemed, but a risk Naruto was not willing to take.
“I see you do.” Suigetsu moved back to circle Naruto like a shark.
“Get out!”
Suigetsu grinned, his sharp jagged teeth catching the faint light. “Did you know Sasuke makes the most arousing sounds when he cums? His back arches so prettily and his nipples darken ever so slightly in color. I can make him scream while buried in him. Do you know what’s even better than fucking Sasuke? It’s knowing that you want him so bad you would kill for one night. It’s knowing that while I’m fucking him, you are alone in your rooms jerking off to what it would be like. It’s knowing that Sasuke is mine and not yours--will never be yours.”
What little bit of control Naruto had was diminished with those words. He wheeled around, moving even too fast for Suigetsu to activate his water jutsu or replace himself with a clone. There was no time as Naruto had him pressed against the wall, the tip of a kunai scraping the base of his throat. “Don’t think you have the control, Suigetsu. I don’t care if Sasuke never speaks to me again as long as I have the pleasure of ending your life. Sasuke will never be yours. He might not be mine, but he will never be yours. You should consider yourself lucky I don’t kill you where you stand. I would take great pleasure in slicing you open to feast upon your entrails. The kyuubi likes that thought as well.”
Naruto smiled darkly, his eyes flashing to the feral red. The radiating heat of his chakra sent Suigetsu screaming--the burning licks scorching away patches of skin. He didn’t care. His inner demons, more friends than enemies, screamed for the blood they could taste. The scent of burned flesh rushed into the air and Naruto reveled in it. Suigetsu’s pain was his pleasure.
“Naruto!”
Naruto’s red eyes glared dangerously towards where Sasuke stood, his face an impassive mask. It was impossible to tell what thoughts were running through his mind. Was he angry for Suigetsu’s injuries? Did care? Would he now lose any hope of staying by Sasuke’s side?
His insecurities made his chakra burn even brighter, screams from his victim alerting him to the fact. Though he loathed stopping, he called in his chakra under the weight of Sasuke’s cool aura. Only Sasuke could leash the beast inside.
“Let him go.”
Naruto growled low in his throat but did as commanded. He watched Sasuke dispassionately observe Suigetsu slump to the ground, small burns littering his body. Almost instantly a group of medics rushed in the room, taking Suigetsu away for healing.
“He started it!” Naruto growled, not waiting for what Sasuke would say provided he ever spoke to him again.
“Shut up.” Sasuke’s dark eyes burrowed holes straight to Naruto’s soul. “I told you what would happen if you attacked him again.”
“But Sasuke--”
“Your only saving grace is that I know he spurred you into attacking. I don’t take kindly to manipulation, regardless of who it comes from. I won’t ever be manipulated again.”
Naruto blinked a few times. “So…you aren’t mad?”
“No. I’m fucking furious. I would suggest you not speak to me for a while or you might find yourself with a chidori laced blade through your heart.” Sasuke turned with flourish, storming from the room.
Naruto, left alone with his thoughts, was prepared for the worst. At least Sasuke’s anger had been a bit less vicious than in their past disagreements involving Suigetsu. He would leave Sasuke to whatever brooding the other wished to participate in. At least he was still wanted at Sasuke’s side.
The tension of Suigetsu’s inflammatory comments and Sasuke’s subdued anger was reaching a head. It churned just below the surface, threatening to blow at any given moment. Unless he wanted to destroy their entire safe hold, he would need to work off energy. In a best case scenario, he would find some low ranking shinobi to fuck or kill. Today, his mood felt much darker. Only fucking Sasuke--an impossible event--or sparring with Sasuke would completely appease his dark desire to destroy everything. A second, less desirable but just as effective, option would be to run his body into the ground. It would destroy their training grounds, but was a better option than destroying a large part of the Akatsuki organization, possibly including Sasuke. That was an unthinkable option as far as he was concerned.
Popping the bones in his neck, he trotted quickly towards the training area only to find it already occupied. His eyes widened and breath caught in his lungs at the sight before him.
Sasuke, naked from the waist up, was in the process of destroying their training area and doing a damn good job of it. Sweat gleamed on pale skin--his muscles stretching and bunching beneath his skin. Unable to stop himself, his own killing instincts took control. Every fiber in his body called for him to claim what had always been his.
The darker, more violent part of him, screamed for a taste of Sasuke. It wanted to strike, to force Sasuke to the ground and take what had been denied him for so long. It was a hard thing to resist when the kyuubi began to make rumblings of wanting the same.
The faint scent of blood was the straw breaking the horse’s back. Blood, sweat, and Sasuke’s dark aura were the siren’s call to Naruto’s own darkness. There would be no stopping him. He would take what was his. The kyuubi crowed loudly, its own lust for conquering adding to the heat building inside.
A flash of movement was all the warning Sasuke was given before he was plowed to the ground, grunting under Naruto’s weight. His body reacted before his mind was able to digest the attack. The chidori flared down the arm he plowed forward in a deadly blow, missing the blond body by inches.
“Naruto? What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
Naruto didn’t answer, only snarled from where he’d jumped to dodge what would have been a fatal blow. Neither he nor Sasuke gave an inch whether it was sparring or actual battle. It made them all the deadlier because of their natural instincts to kill.
“Mine!” Naruto snarled, lunging forward again. A quick swipe of extended claws was easily dodged; the plunging attack with rasengen from above was not. Sasuke’s body went flying only to give a loud pop signaling Naruto’s attack struck only a clone.
Sasuke’s eyes glared red, sharingan spinning wildly several feet away. “I told you to leave me alone.”
It was Sasuke’s turn to attack having recovered his katana from where he’d dropped it. His chidori shot down his arm and into the metal weapon. The sound of chirping filled the air, producing a large feral grin across Naruto’s face. “Don’t think you can stop me with that old trick.”
Naruto grunted as a shadow clone of Sasuke appeared from behind to bring a kunai to his throat.
“Are you looking for a fight? Or maybe you want something else?” Sasuke snarled.
“Bastard.” The familiar title only made Sasuke smirk.
“You must be off your game to have been subdued so easily,” he smirked.
A kunai slid against Sasuke’s throat and soft words whispered in his ear. “The only one off his game is you.”
The restrained Naruto dissipated with a loud pop. Sasuke’s wide eyes turned towards Naruto. “I didn’t see you move.”
“I didn’t want you to.” Naruto took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of Sasuke and sweat. “I’m claiming you as mine. Suigetsu can go to hell and I will send him there if he tries to touch you again.”
Without further words, Naruto sunk his teeth into Sasuke’s shoulder in nearly the same spot where once Orochimaru‘s mark lay. “Fuck Naruto! What the hell are you doing?”
The taste of blood filling his mouth was divine. That it was Sasuke’s blood made it all the more addicting. He released the flesh, arms holding Sasuke still despite his struggles. His tongue began to stroke the mark, savoring the blood oozing freely.
Sasuke’s breath stuttered in his lungs. “N-Naruto?”
“I’m going to fuck you so hard; you won’t remember any other but me.” Naruto slammed Sasuke to the floor, forcing a gasp from the other.
Sasuke, having gotten over the initial shock, began to struggle. His fist pulled back, plowing forward only to be caught in a tan palm. The strong arm forced Sasuke’s arms to his sides.
Naruto chuckled darkly. “Tsk, Sasuke. You and I have been skirting around this for years.”
“You’re an idiot if you think I’m in the mood for a fucking.”
“I think you are very much in the mood for a fucking.” Naruto purred. His knee slid easily between Sasuke’s thighs and up against the distinctively hard bulge. “You’re hard Sasuke.”
“Fuck, Naruto!” Sasuke struggled to pull his arms free of the powerful hands.
“No.” Naruto lowered his face so they were eye to eye. “Fuck Sasuke.”
His lips smashed into Sasuke’s. The taste, faintly of mint, flowed into Naruto’s mouth. His tongue dipped inside for a quick swipe before pulling away. Sasuke’s teeth snapped at Naruto’s lip adding a taste of blood to the kiss, the pain only serving to drive Naruto all the wilder. “I like it rough, bastard.”
Naruto pressed his knee harder into Sasuke’s crotch, earning him a deep moan. Not as high and mighty now, thought Naruto.
His hands released Sasuke’s arms, nails scraping over the pale chest, leaving darkening scratches with just the hint of blood. Naruto’s grin deepened as Sasuke moaned beneath the violent assault, his own hands lifting to scrape furrows down Naruto’s back.
Naruto wasn’t a lover. His nature demanded violence. This act was how both showed their affection. The world they were raised in demanded less of the heart and more of the body. Possession was all they knew. Sasuke was his. He was Sasuke’s. It was the only way they could understand each other. That both had sacrificed so much for the power they possessed, taking this bit of pleasure from each other made the consequences of their actions all the easier to bear.
Sasuke’s pants were discarded in a quick motion. Pale legs wrapped around his waist, forcing Naruto to his back. Lips pulled back in an angry growl. Sasuke’s cool demeanor did little to cool the heat.
“I’m not some low class shinobi you can fuck and throw away.” Sasuke snaked his hands into Naruto’s hair, clenching them and forcing Naruto’s neck in a painful arch. “I know about the little whores you fuck. I took great pleasure in killing each and every one of them.”
Naruto’s eyes widened, surprised at the revelation. He never visited the same man or woman twice. Their faces were wiped from his memory. If they had died or left, he wouldn’t have known or cared. The jealous glare in Sasuke’s spinning red eyes told all and made his passion burn all the brighter.
“Sasuke--”
“Don’t speak.” It was Sasuke’s turn to capture lips. His teeth bit hard into Naruto’s lip, drawing more blood and pain from the previously injured skin.
“Fuck!” Naruto screamed, tackling Sasuke to his back once more. The dust of the training ground rose up thickly around them, each fighting for dominance--each wanting to possess the other completely.
Sasuke sat back on his haunches, his tongue dipping out to lap at the blood trickling down his chin. His eyes drew Naruto in, possessed him in all ways. They were the same. Both scarred. Both feared the world over. They were kings, but to each other they were merely Sasuke and Naruto. Dominance and passion warred with each other, their bodies crashing together in heat and lust.
Naruto’s physical strength overpowered Sasuke, taking him to his knees once more. His tan body pressed against the warm back, hands forcing Sasuke’s legs to spread and offer up his submission.
Sasuke, being the person he was, refused to relent to the demand. His leg kicked out, striking Naruto’s abdomen and producing a loud grunt. Any satisfaction was short lived. Naruto retaliated with a harsh bite over the previously abused skin on Sasuke’s shoulder. His hands snatched Sasuke’s hair and forced him to bend to the will. His erection, throbbing with need, teased the pink pucker.
“You’re mine,” he purred before plunging into the heat.
Sasuke screamed, his body clenching so tight Naruto’s eyes closed at the internal embrace. He loved the sound of the scream. There was no lubrication or preparation. This was about possession as much as it was about release. Both men, wanting it hard. The pain only served to inflame them both all the more.
Waiting wasn’t an option for either as Naruto began a hard pounding rhythm. Their sweat and blood mingled together, making their bodies slide all the more pleasantly across each other.
“Do you…like that, Sasuke,” gasped Naruto, his hips pounding into Sasuke. Though he loathed saying it, Suigetsu had been correct. The little sounds Sasuke made were powerfully arousing. He could already feel his body hardening even more as it prepared for release. Each inward thrust had Sasuke panting while releasing deep throaty cries. The cries became louder with an adjusted angle.
“Such a good bitch, taking it all,” snarled Naruto, biting down on Sasuke’s shoulder as waves of pleasure erupted through him--his cum spurting deep.
Sasuke snarled, twisting to glare, his teeth nipping at Naruto’s jaw. “Idiot.”
Sasuke shoved Naruto his back and straddled him, his thighs clenching at lean hips. With a few hard tugs on his erection, he too was releasing warm jets of cum across Naruto’s chest before collapsing weakly to the side.
“What the hell was that?” Sasuke snarled, finally recovering from his orgasm.
Naruto cracked open an eye, glaring at Sasuke for interrupting his basking. “That was me claiming you. If I see Suigetsu anywhere near you, I’ll cut off his balls before slicing open his throat.
“Took you long enough, moron.” Sasuke pressed his brow against Naruto’s sweat soaked shoulder. “I was beginning to think I would have to take control.”
Naruto only huffed, a smile playing across his lips and the first touch of peace he’d had in over four years entered his soul. Good and evil. Yin and Yang. None of it mattered. Evil was just a matter of perspective after all.
