Unleashed Desire

Plotline: Sasuke never left the Konoha. They continued their training as a team. Sai was never invented, I guess. Either that, or before Orochimaru came to pick up little kid Sasuke, except they're older (somehow). Tsunade is Hokage…

WARNING: Heavy stuff starts right here, right now, from Chapter 1.

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Chapter One: Helpless

It was one of those cold, eerie nights, where the moon was full, but half-hidden in wispy clouds, illuminating everything in half-shadows. Naruto couldn't see much, and what he could see was hidden in a grey-black blur.

Occasionally, a bush would rustle, or an owl would hoot distantly from nearby tree. Every sound sent his brain into panic mode. He hugged himself tighter and walked a little faster, the chilling air freezing his cheeks and nose and fingers.

Some of the ominous rustles explained themselves as stray cats or fluttering nocturnal rodents, but others remained stubbornly incognito. Somehow, the orange-clad ninja felt a burning presence staring hungrily into his back, and no matter how many times he turned, it was always right there behind him, hot, sour breath on his neck.

Paranoia always set in at night. It was just too easy. The atmosphere was always different.

But this wasn't just paranoia. Naruto was sure of that. He could usually laugh off such trivialities in his imbecilic way. But tonight, the air was thick with something, and although it was freezing temperature-wise, Naruto felt cool sweat begin to form droplets on his skin. His quick walk turned into a pressured jog.

But there it was, the hissing of leaves sliding together. The noises were following him. An effeminate whimper escaped his lips as he pivoted for the umpteenth time that night, breathing heavily for god-knows-what reason.

"Come out…" he said, eyes darting from one dark shadow to the next, desperately searching out whatever it was that was following him.

His voice, despite the fact that he had tried to sound unconcerned and demanding, had come out a shaky whisper. The presence changed, it became more dangerous, now that it knew of Naruto's uncertainty.

A deep, blood-curdling chuckle came out from the darkness.

His breathing got heavier, and he turned and ran again.

Why did he have to pick the path around the edge of the village? It had to have been the darkest, most cluttered path in Konoha…

He was running, using all his tai-jutsu, but the attacker was keeping up perfectly. The laughter was following him, getting closer. His heart was flittering in his chest like a butterfly in a web.

And then, his legs did the stupidest thing that they could have possibly done. He turned wildly into the pitch-black forest edging the village, fight-or-flight present, but not yet apparent.

Not two steps in before he fell crashing to the ground, tripping over loose rubble and shrubbery, grating his palms and tearing his loose jump suit as he came to a grinding halt.

With that single mistake granting his downfall, a body pushed heavily on top of him, pushing him harshly into the ground, face pressed ungraciously into the dirt, arms held fast and painfully to his back, his attacker making quick work of rope around his wrists.

Frozen with shock and fear, he felt rough hands force him up to his knees, fingers prying past his jacket and shirt, disappearing up the cloth and practically ripping the material from his body. Teeth sank into his neck, drawing blood. Naruto jerked at the action, pain tearing through his nerves. His aggressor lapped it up messily, hunger oozing.

Just as Naruto began to collect his senses and whimper at the very power this assailant was releasing, he felt his face reconnect with the damp, cold earth below him, his rear forced into the air.

When he felt his pants pulled down to his ankles, the chilling air hitting his exposed flesh, Naruto hissed and bucked, trying to escape. It suddenly became clear what this man's (Naruto was sure it was a man, by now) intentions were, and inner-Naruto had snapped in.

The man stumbled backwards, cursing, as Naruto's foot connected with his chest. His eyes grew wide when he realized the man was chuckling again. That deep, unsettling laugh.

"You like to play rough?" he whispered, smile glowing dangerously in the pale light.

The attacker was on him again. Naruto found his face too close to a suddenly loose appendage, the other gent grabbing him by his hair and forcing him to it.

The man growled when Naruto tried to turn his head away, forcing his face closer to it and nearly ripping the blonde hair out. Naruto shook his head and tried to turn away, eyes becoming watery and body shaking from the cold.

"Do as you're damn well told!" the man grunted, with a hard kick to his chest.

Naruto doubled over, the man releasing his hair momentarily while he tried to catch his breath. The blow had winded him, and his lungs scrabbled for air. He barely regained several staggered, pained breaths before his hair was taken up again. He had no choice.

He opened his mouth and took the vile thing in, bobbing up and down like he'd imagine it should be done. The man above him began to moan and groan and push him down more forcefully, until he was practically gagging. Somehow, he willed his throat to take it, not wanting to face having the inability to breathe.

"Nnhh… Naruto…."

How does he know my name?

Naruto almost dislodged himself to ask, but quickly remembered the aching pain in his stomach and scalp, and decided best not to bother.

"Almost…" the man said, giving a guttural growl. Perhaps this would be over soon?

As if the thought had relayed straight to the violent man, he felt himself, for the third time that night, pressed face-first into the dirt, with his naked rear up in the air. He took no time in repositioning himself.

Naruto felt a firm hand grab his balls. He almost shrieked at the contact, realizing how badly his body had betrayed him, and how sensitive it had made him. The attacker cut off any pleasant thoughts with a firm tug.

"Try what you did again, and I'll rip them off."

The seriousness of the voice felt like a bucket of icy water was dumped down his neck. He gave him a harsh jerk, as if to finalize the statement into a question, "Ok?"

Naruto tried to stammer out a 'yes' or 'ok' back, but his voice was lost. He nodded pathetically.

It wasn't a second later before he found his voice again, a scream echoing out of his lips as the man pushed his swollen manhood roughly into his tensed behind.

"Shut it," the man said, dragging a kunai across his shoulders, making a shallow cut. It was still deep enough to bleed. A warning.

As soon as Naruto puckered his lips in and put his head down again, the man returned to his prior task, pounding into the boy below him.

Naruto felt tears form at the edge of his eyes. This was painful. He could feel blood tricking from his de-sanctified backside. It was probably just making it easier for the sadistic man, who had begun groaning again, calling Naruto's name, almost tenderly.

The man reached round and began stroking Naruto into an even more submissive state. He cursed him for taking advantage of such a perfidious body.

Naruto's own pleasure didn't last long, if at all, as the man began huffing and panting, releasing deep within the boy, grinding into him in long, drawn-out thrusts, whispering his name in husky tones.

Was that voice familiar?

He felt pain tear through him as the man pulled out and flipped him onto his back. Why wasn't it over?

The presence disappeared, briefly, before it reappeared between his thighs. A hot mouth taking his hard self in. He cried out in shock, as he felt his attacker give it his all, Naruto already close to release of his own.

He didn't know why he said it. He just did. It came out breathy and needy between pants.

"This won't make it better… you know…"

He felt himself white-out as he orgasm exploded through him in an amazing chain-reaction of pleasure. That mouth was good.

And it hadn't stopped. Despite the fact that he was becoming limp in the strangers mouth, he continued to suck and lap, just giving Naruto every last bit of the sweet sensation that was spreading like wildfire.

When he finally released him, he had milked every last inch of orgasm from his body. His breathing had almost leveled out, and the cold air hit the saliva-covered appendage cruelly.

Warm lips, with a faint bitter taste, crushed against his own, which gave way to a probing tongue.

When had his arms become untied? He wrapped them around the man's neck, not sure why.

The kiss broke, and Naruto felt cold again. He felt a smirk against his lips, before the man gave him one more chaste kiss.

"I'll see you round…"

The power which had been surging suddenly disappeared as Naruto heard the man disappear into the distance. Was that a threat?

… or a promise?

He shook the thought away. What he had just gone through was traumatizing.

Grasping his pants back up to his waist and pulling his knees to his chest, he lay on his side. The pain was fading, but still there.

He tried as hard as he could to fall asleep in the mess which surrounded him. Tattered clothes and bodily fluids littered the area in a savage aftermath.

There was going to be no sleep for Naruto tonight.

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"What the hell happened?" Tsunade was screaming. Not at anyone in particular. But she had her own way of getting results from the questions nobody knew the answers too.

Kakashi stood in front of her, brow furrowed deep and mind working a million miles an hour.

"Tell me what happened," Kakashi said, softly.

She turned on him, face indignant and lips puffed in an angry pout. "Sakura found him this morning, curled up into a ball with blood and clothes everywhere. He must have been out there all night!"

Kakashi raised an eyebrow. "Anything else?"

Tsunade squinted. "We don't know… he just won't talk."

"Where is he now?"

"In the hospital," she ground out through clenched teeth, "being treated for shock."

Kakashi nodded and disappeared, although Tsunade knew he was just using fast tai-jutsu. She sat down at her desk, some papers falling from the table from the impact of her tired weight. Her fingers interlocked, and she rested her chin on them, looking concernedly out the window.

Nothing shook up the great Naruto Uzumaki… He was such a thick-headed numbskull.

She sighed loudly, taking up some paperwork which had been long forgotten until this moment. Maybe his teammates were getting a better answer from him than her deranged half-sobbing, half-yelling did.

She could only hope so.

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Naruto sat up, propped in his bed, white linen making perfect folds down his legs, the sheets tucked loosely around him.

He stared down at his hands, which were holding each other. Yesterday was beginning to form an odd crystal-haze in his mind. Some parts clear and sharp, others, only the frightening sensations remained.

Now he couldn't remember how he got here, but he had become more and more aware of his surroundings and situation. Sakura sat next to his bed, face in her hands. She had stopped crying, but she was still upset.

Sasuke, the bastard, stood against the wall, hands in his pockets, seemingly uncaring. Naruto knew that he wouldn't be here if he didn't care, so he forgave him for acting like such an asshole.

Kakashi had just appeared, literally morphing out of the shadows.

"How is he?" a question. A question directed at Sakura. She looked at Naruto with teary eyes.

"Better," Naruto croaked out.

The entire room seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

"What happened?" Kakashi asked, cautiously.

Naruto swallowed. It was painful. "Nothing."

Sakura looked like she was about to argue, Sasuke put a hand on her shoulder, shaking his head.

"You looked pretty taken care of, dobe." Naruto's face twitched. Nothing like a good old round of verbal abuse to take your mind off things.

"Shut up, teme."

"I'm just saying… if you ever need my help…"

"Shut up!!" Naruto roared, attempting to claw at Sasuke, but jerking back at the pain.

"Hn," the dark-eyed boy said, a smirk across his lips. "You can't even move."

Naruto stuck his tongue out, crossed his arms and turned away.

"Nurse!" he yelled, loudly, "Nurse! Someone's disrupting my rest!!"

"Time to get out of here, guys…" Kakashi said, motioning for the door. "Come on, Sakura…"

The pink-haired girl stood up, kissed Naruto on the cheek (at which Naruto wiggled his eyebrows, receiving a sharp backhand slap from Sakura) and left. Kakashi followed.

Just before Sasuke filed out after the other two, Naruto stopped him.

"Sasuke…" Naruto grinned. Being a man of little words, he held a thumbs-up. How else would he thank him from bringing back the old Naruto so easily?

He nodded curtly and left the room quickly, shutting the door silently behind him.

Sasuke paused, smiling to himself.

How ironic.