In Bloom

Ch 2: Germination

CHAPTER TWO : GERMINATION

People thought that hell was flames and torture. They thought that hell was the devil poking and probing you while you whittle away into ash, into nothing but a vague memory. But none of that was hell, Sasuke could tell you exactly what hell is. He could even give you all the unforgiving details.

Hell is your body hot as a scorching desert, needy and wiggling for something that it has no business needing. Hell is being depended on someone you don't even know to take care of you.

Do I even know where he's going?

No. Nope. Nada. He had no clue.

If he was in his right state of mind, he would have never put himself in this predicament. But he wasn't in his right state of mind. His mind somewhere off a cliff into a fiery abyss.

All he can do in this fresh hell is cling to the last little embers of strength to push the need down, to silence the noise that was buzzing around behind his dark damp strands. He licked his lips, his mouth salivating for something that he knows he can't have. He's thirsting for something that he hasn't ever tasted.

"We're almost there."

Sasuke's ears were hot and ringing, his head felt dizzy and swollen like ballon preparing to burst. He had never done this, held himself back from releasing his essence, which he was sure Naruto or any warm bloodied body could smell from miles aways.

"I'm Naruto, by the way." He usually liked silence, liked to be able to feel and think while shifting gradually, but... This voice.

The sound of his voice, the timber, the vibrations of the gentle words did something inside of Sasuke. He felt himself feel the need to lean in the the words, that voice, felt the need to sway like a flower under a soft warm sun.

"N- Naru- hm." Sasuke would berate himself, scold himself for sounding like such an idiot in front of a colleague, but he didn't have the capacity to handle even that task.

"Close enough." He could hear the soft smile in the voice. It didn't sound malicious, or rude, not at all like the voice he expected.

Why is he doing this for me?

Sasuke swayed, his body laying across the seat, his hand gripping his collar, popping the top buttons in his haste. He knew he needed to keep trying, to keep holding back, but the more he tried the more the shift continued. It seemed to be coming in hot, burning fast like a star.

Why is he so nice to me?

He couldn't stop the moan that released from his lips, his back arching towards the heavens. He was sure he was shifting, looking more green than skin. He was sure he was shifting, smelling like a garden after a sweet rain. He was absolutely sure he was shifting, he could no longer hide his erection, or the pants that were pouring out of him like a waterfall.

Sasuke couldn't stop the shift any longer, his eyes taking in the sacrifice in front of him, his eyes slowly raking up and down sun kissed skin. All that skin he wanted to taste. He paused at the impressive bulge in his pants. Sasuke licked his lips, the air tasted thick and sweet like nectar.

Sasuke had never felt like a black widow before, but here he was luring him in. Preparing to have him however he saw fit.

That smell...I can taste it on my tongue.

He was drawing him in. He was drawing him in. He was being drawn in by the shift of strong thighs cradling something big and divine in the driver seat.

A low needy groan escaped his lips, his hands in his hair pulling. Sasuke at that moment felt so tired, so fragile, and so very alone.