Freedom of Deaths

“Oi, dobe.”1

Naruto stared up at his new lover; truthfully, it surprised him more than anyone. Never had felt love so there, so intense, so real. 2

He closed his eyes, taking another sip of his red wine, thicker than should be, yet, no one seemed to care, or notice his sudden interest with it when he came back with Sasuke almost two years ago. 3

Now 16, Naruto still looked the same, only, something’s changed, so small that not even he had noticed to last year, his aura had shifted, deflated, then reborn. Smiles never flattered, though, laughter never stopped, and talking never subsided. 4

Still, as he contemplated this thought, strong, pale arms wrapped around his torso, freezing all thoughts. He smiled softly, leaning into the embrace. Soft moans escaped his mouth (How long has it been? Decades? Years? Perhaps Centuries, or even Months?)5

Soon clothes were discarded, lying on the bed. Him bottom, his rival top. Though, he disapproved at first, he must keep up his act if he wishes to stay.6

Teasing accorded, Sasuke licking, biting, touching everything his owned, everything he was. He felt the erect cock against his thigh, licked the head of the hard erection, electing a moan from his seme. He nipped soft, sucking lightly.7

Hearing an annoying growl, he chuckled in his mind (What strange things these mortals be?) Smirking lightly, he deep throated his prey, sucking hard and rubbing the balls with his sinfully skilful hands. Hands dug through his hair, pushing in deeper as Sasuke fucked his mouth.8

Soon, all to soon, did he cum within his mouth. He greedily swallowed all the white liquid, licking up some dripping down his mouth. Hands pulled him up, kissing him deeply, so deeply, and he could feel Sasukes’ member harding. He coaxed it out, sliding his hands up and down the shaft, until he could feel how painfully hard it was. 9

He guided the raging member down to his entrance, moans of pleasure coming from Sasukes’ mouth. Sasuke plunged in, not even preparing Naruto. He thrust hard, every thrust met, lust and pleasure taking over love and rightness. 10

After the orgasms, both fell asleep, side-by-side, but never touching. As the first ray of light appeared, Naruto slandered over to the bathroom carrying a glass of red wine. Once there he cut his arm, drawing his blood, which fell into the half empty cup, filling it to the top, leaving a space near it so as to not drop any. 11

He healed the arm, walking out of the bathroom and lazily continuing on to the meeting spot. As he leaned on the railing of the bridge he could not help but think how long he has been free from that prison, one year, one whole year. 12

He felt like smirking and claiming his prize, the destruction of Konoha. He couldn’t help but think of how this blood is so different from his own, so much sweeter and thicker, he almost felt sorry for talking away the young boys’, who would have been Uzumaki Naruto, body, mind, and soul. 13

Yet, as he took the last sip of that forbiddingly sweet drink, he saw Kiba and the rest of the Konoha 12 walk towards him, and Kiba put his arm around his shoulder, laughing at him, calling him fox-boy and everyone else taking and laugh around him, he pushed those thoughts aside.14

Simply put, he didn’t feel (want) to go back into that cage, so he locked the childs’ soul within it, forever sealing it until the day he dies from the poison within the wine. Then, he thought coldly, this body, these friends, this life, it’s mine. (All mine.)15

As everyone left to go out to eat, Naruto claimed he’d be right there, saying he had to put away the fragile glass of someone dead. No one understood, but left him be still. Leaning over the railing and staring into the waters reflection, he didn’t see blonde hair and blues eyes, no; he saw fiery shoulder length red hair and glowing crimson eyes. 16

Kyuubi smirked as he dropped the glass, still containing one drop of blood left, into the water, throwing it with such force that it shattered as soon as it hit the bottom, the tainted blood turning the whole water the same shade of crimson red. 17

For a minute, he stared, fascinated. Until he heard the call of Narutos’ friends. He raised and walked over, laughing and chatting as though he were the real Naruto as the headed into town for a day together.18

Locked inside the cage, a child of golden blonde hair and sky blue eyes felt a single tear fall down his cheek. As darkness slowly engulfed Narutos’ soul, the only thing that shown in the old cage was a tear. It just happened to be red.19