Kusari no Naruto

Fifteenth Link

Sweaty, heaving flesh rose and fell with the beat of two synchronised hearts. Breaths only came in rough pants, periodically interrupted by shuddering spasms as pleasure surged through Naruto's very being. The feeling was indescribable, like being filled with pure and unadulterated warmth. He could almost feel the affection from his partner, bleeding through their intimate contact. He continued to steadily gyrate his hips in a continually increasing tempo. Wiping away a few long, damp strands of hair from his face he couldn't help the radiant smile that bloomed on his face as violet eyes met shining blue.

With greater energy they moved, in an ever-faster tempo that only they could hear, locked in each other's gaze like that. He could see himself reflected back in those loving, deep pools; like intense mirrors that only served to reflect back his own feelings of love in an out of control spiral. The pace picked up dramatically as both partners reached some unseen signal, working towards that elusive climax just out of reach. His fingers curled into the soft material of the bed sheets, gripping them in a vice-like hold as, like a steel coil, something began to tighten in his stomach.

His bucking grew wilder as a hand rose up and began to caress his skin, unashamed of where it touched and never once rebuked. Both were reaching a fervent crescendo now, to the point where Naruto had to screw his eyes closed in a feeble attempt to prolong the perfect, unobtainable moment. Finally, as a hand cupped his breast and squeezed ever so lightly, a trigger was flipped and a radiant warmth burst from his body, filling him up to the brim as his very nerves were set alight.

"Mina-kuuuun!" His own voice betrayed him as the hoarse scream burst from his lips, unintelligible in its volume as he filled the space up in his passionate cries. His body froze there, back arched in an unintentionally alluring pose for a good few seconds as his muscles tried to return to some semblance of working order. When they finally did he slumped back forward, damp hair falling defiantly about his face as he just panted, eyes half-lidded in the aftermath of the intense feeling. However he wasn't alone, below him, smiling that ever-present smile that spoke of comfort and security, was Minato.

"I love you Kushi-chan." He managed, his own voice sounding somewhat strained from their throes of passion not even a minute ago. It was enough though; a content grin passed over Naruto's features as he slumped to the side, falling in a messy heap next to his lover. That familiar warmth between his legs was still there; a reminder, a promise. It was a bit stickier than he was used to though; the thought only made the grin wider.

"I love you too Mina-kun."

Naruto sat bolt upright in bed, eyes wide and crazed as his chest rose and fell rapidly. In his haste, he managed to get tangled in the bed sheets. It caused him to awkwardly fall out of bed, landing painfully on his side and eliciting a stifled grunt. But the pain snapped him out of it somewhat, allowing him to see that he was indeed in his own room; his room, not Kushina's. At that thought, his head snapped around to the bed so fast he might have given himself whiplash, his breathing still somewhat erratic. A sigh blew over his lips when he saw it was empty, it was just him, nobody else.

He realised he was quite cold now on the floor; the night air was blowing in through the window and it wasn't being kind to his clammy, sweat-soaked skin. He couldn't find it in him to move for the moment, instead shifting lack-lusterly into a vaguely sitting position and laying his face in his hands. His breathing finally slowed, although there was little he could do about his frantic heartbeat for the moment.

This had been all too common occurrence these past few weeks; the memories coming to him in his dreams, looking and feeling more real than ever. Some nights he would wake up, confused and disoriented, wondering where he was, before finally realising that he was not in fact Kushina Uzumaki, but Naruto. He was losing himself. His identity was slipping away slowly but surely, and by the end he wasn't sure exactly who would be left standing in his place. If this kept up, it would not be him.