Darkness Written On Your Soul

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Rating: Explicit
Archive Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Rape/Non-Con
Category: M/M
Fandom: Naruto
Relationship: Uchiha Sasuke/Uzumaki Naruto
Characters: Uzumaki Naruto, Uchiha Sasuke
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Captivity, Top Uzumaki Naruto,
Bottom Uchiha Sasuke, intimate shaving, Non-Consensual Bondage,
Dubious Consent, Cock Warming, Oiroke no Jutsu | Sexy no Jutsu, Sexy
no Jutsu Uchiha Sasuke, Biting, Long-Haired Uchicha Sasuke,
Codependency, Vaginal Fingering, Stockholm Syndrome, Obsessed
Uzumaki Naruto, Twisted and Fluffy Feelings, Unhealthy Relationships,
Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Dark Uzumaki Naruto, Victim to Lover
Language: English
Series: Part 1 of To Keep You, Part 2 of Where The Sun Meets the Moon Naruto
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Stats: Published: 2023-06-08 Words: 6,239 Chapters: 1/1
 Darkness Written On Your Soul
by GoldenEyesObsession

Summary

Naruto stares at Sasuke's still face as the rain begins to fall on them. He knows, staring at that
unconscious face, that there's nothing he can say to make Sasuke stay in Konoha.

So he's not going to ask. He's bringing Sasuke back to Konoha and keeping him there.

If it means he has to tie him up and lock him in his basement, well... that's just what he'll
have to do.

Notes
See the end of the work for notes
“Move an inch and you won’t get to come tonight,” Naruto says, as though he needs to warn
Sasuke to stay still when he’s got a kunai down around Sasuke’s dick.

The larger problem isn’t staying still—he can do that—it’s keeping his dick still. Time is
slippery these days, but Naruto is the only other living person he’s interacted with in years,
and a few years ago, he started touching Sasuke. Now, he knows how to play Sasuke’s body
like it’s his own personal instrument, and Sasuke’s body thrills to his touch.

And Naruto being between his spread legs, caressing the sensitive skin of his inner thighs and
running the shaving cream over his crotch—his body responds. Those are all touches it’s
learned to see as arousing.

Though, if Sasuke is honest with himself, these days, all of Naruto’s touches feel arousing.

“Getting hard for me, Sasuke?” Naruto asks with a chuckle as he carefully shaves away
Sasuke’s pubic hair. “I would never have imagined that you would be the one with such a
high sex drive.”

As if you haven’t conditioned it into me, Sasuke thinks. He can’t say anything around the gag
in his mouth, even if he were stupid enough to.

Naruto takes his dick in hand and guides it out of the way as he continues to carefully shave
Sasuke’s pubic hair. He had started with shaving Sasuke’s legs—the pubic patch and balls are
always the last.

“You’re gorgeous,” Naruto tells him. “I should stop being amazed by it at some point, but I
always am. It’s our fourth anniversary, you know? Four years since the fight at the Valley of
the End. Four years since I brought you back here.” He pauses and presses a kiss to Sasuke’s
inner thigh. Sasuke’s cock throbs with the tease of Naruto’s mouth so close, and his hole
clenches. He wants his hands to be freed, wants to reach out to pull Naruto closer, wants to
feel his warmth all the way through. These days, Sasuke feels like he doesn’t even remember
what warmth is if Naruto isn’t inside of him.

The kunai moves down to Sasuke’s balls, and Naruto carefully shaves the delicate skin,
pulling it taut to have a smooth surface. By the time he’s done, Sasuke’s leaking, and he
whines in his throat.

“I know, babe,” Naruto says, soothing, then reaches up to unhook Sasuke’s chain. He reaches
around Sasuke’s head to release the gag, and Sasuke works his jaw for a moment, moaning
softly as Naruto massages it. “Take it easy.”

“Need,” Sasuke says, his voice a quiet rasp. He doesn’t talk to anyone except Naruto, and
Naruto’s been gone for over a week. He tugs at the chains linking his wrists to his collar.
Naruto shouldn’t need them on him anymore—it’s not like Sasuke can channel his chakra
worth a damn, hand seals or no.
“Okay, okay,” Naruto says. He wipes his hands on a nearby towel, then reaches to release
Sasuke’s wrists.

There’s a heartbeat where Sasuke’s tempted to attack Naruto, but he knows that would be
idiocy. Instead, he leans into Naruto, pressing close to him, wrapping his arms around
Naruto’s waist.

“Miss me that much, babe?” Naruto asks, stroking a hand through Sasuke’s hair. It’s grown
long over the years, nearly down to Sasuke’s waist, but he doesn’t mind. Naruto loves to
brush it and run his hands through it, and Sasuke is long past the point he’ll take any excuse
to have Naruto’s touch.

“Always,” Sasuke says, squeezing a little harder.

Naruto brushes his lips over the scar on Sasuke’s shoulder, and it always sends a shiver
through Sasuke when he does that. He remembers waking up in this place—it was little more
than a glorified cave at the time—and Naruto growling, enraged at the curse seal Orochimaru
had given him.

Engulfed in the Nine Tails’ power, he’d torn out the seal with his teeth, forcing the Nine
Tails’ chakra through Sasuke’s chakra pathways, burning most of them out. To this day,
Sasuke doesn’t know if the curse seal had done most of the damage or if Naruto had, but his
ability to mold his own chakra was permanently destroyed.

For a long time, he blamed Naruto. Now… now he knows that he might be lying to himself,
but he tells himself it was Orochimaru. He needs to believe that, because he needs Naruto too
much to stay angry.

Besides, Naruto killed Orochimaru for him, even brought him the man’s head. It was the first
time Sasuke went to Naruto entirely willingly. His body had already learned to enjoy
Naruto’s touch, to enjoy sex with Naruto, but that was the first time Sasuke had initiated it.

Maybe it’s stupid to be surprised that sex is much better when one is an active participant.
Then again, with how good Naruto made it feel when Sasuke didn’t want it, maybe he could
be forgiven for being surprised that it was so much better when he participated.

“C’mon,” Naruto says, standing, tugging Sasuke to his own feet as if it’s effortless. The days
in which they were almost the same height, same build, same strength are long gone, and he
feels small and frail in Naruto’s hands.

Naruto wraps a hand around Sasuke’s waist and they walk to the bathroom that Naruto had
built. It’s very nice now, a spacious shower and bathing space, plus a luxurious tub that fits
them both comfortably. Sasuke follows him, letting him rinse Sasuke clean of the residual
shaving cream. Once he’s rinsed, Naruto rubs his face against the newly shaved skin, and
kisses just above his dick.

“You’re so hot when you’re freshly shaved,” Naruto tells him, stroking a hand up between
Sasuke’s legs, rubbing his fingers over Sasuke’s hole.
Sasuke hitches one of his legs around Naruto’s waist, giving Naruto access to him, while he
holds onto Naruto’s shoulders. “I stayed still,” he says, and Naruto slips a fingertip into him.
The water doesn’t make for much of a lubricant, but it helps a little.

“You certainly did,” Naruto agrees, grinning at him. “What do you want for a reward?”

“You,” Sasuke admits. “Inside.” Sometimes, the only time he feels real, feels alive, is when
he’s having sex with Naruto.

Picking him up like it’s effortless, Naruto walks him over to set him down on the vanity
counter. There’s lube on the counter, and he gets a generous amount out of the pump, slicks
himself, and pauses. “Do you want me to—”

“Fuck me,” Sasuke interrupts him. “I want you inside.” It’s been a long time since he’s
needed Naruto to prep him.

With a grin, Naruto presses his cock forward, a steady, even pressure until Sasuke’s body
gives and lets him in. Sasuke groans, his own cock twitching between them. “Yes,” he hisses
as Naruto slides into him, not stopping until he’s buried to the hilt. He anchors a hand behind
Sasuke’s neck, holding him in place as he stills, letting Sasuke adjust, then leans forward and
kisses him.

Sasuke opens to him, welcoming Naruto’s tongue into his mouth just as he had welcomed his
cock into his body. He feels warm, full, right. Maybe he shouldn’t, but this is Naruto, the
only person who ever saw him, who ever fought for him. This is the man who killed both
Orochimaru and Itachi for him. As long as Sasuke has him, he doesn’t need anyone else.

As they kiss, Naruto begins to thrust, shallow at first, then with more force, with more
strength. Sasuke clings to him with both legs and arms, keeping him close, as if he can pull
Naruto into his skin and keep him warm.

The first time is always the shortest, especially when Naruto’s been away. He tugs on
Sasuke’s hips a little, adjusting the angle perfectly to start nailing Sasuke’s prostate. It doesn’t
take long for them both to come.

They kiss for a while longer, Sasuke not wanting to let Naruto move away, holding him close,
keeping him inside.

When Naruto smiles into their kiss, Sasuke knows he’s about to pull away. “C’mon,” he says.
“Let’s get in the bath.” Sasuke’s hands tighten on him, and he kisses Sasuke’s throat. “I
promise, once we’re in the tub, I’ll let you warm me. I want to talk to you anyway.”

He pulls away, and Sasuke can’t stop the whimper he lets out, not wanting to let Naruto pull
away even enough to wipe down their chests from Sasuke’s come. Naruto kisses his mouth
softly again, comforting him. “C’mon, babe,” he coaxes, having also wiped as much of the
come leaking from him as possible.

Taking his hand, Sasuke hops down from the vanity. Naruto sinks into the tub first,
continuing to hold Sasuke’s hand as he steps over the edge and into the water. It’s warm
around them, but it’s still not enough. Sasuke reaches between them, stroking Naruto’s cock,
expertly coaxing it back to life, at least enough for his purposes.

As soon as he’s hard enough, Sasuke kneels up, pressing their chests together, then lowers
himself. He sighs softly, relieved as Naruto sinks into him, fills him, warms him.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, do you know that?” Naruto asks him, cupping the back of his
head.

Sasuke honestly isn’t sure if he believes Naruto or not. He knows that Naruto believes he is
beautiful, true, but whether that means he’s objectively as attractive as Naruto seems to think
or not is a different question. Not that it really matters much.

“You wanted to talk about something?” Sasuke asks, his voice growing less rough as he uses
it more, and finally feeling grounded with Naruto inside of him again.

For a minute, Naruto uses damp hands to stroke overlong bangs out of Sasuke’s face, and
then he strokes a hand down Sasuke’s chest, down until he’s petting the newly shaved skin
above Sasuke’s dick. That spot is shockingly sensitive, and Sasuke’s cock twitches at the
touch.

“We’re finally eighteen,” Naruto says, a faraway look in his eyes as he continues to stroke
that spot.

“And?” Sasuke prompts when he doesn’t continue.

“I love you.”

Sasuke has only ever said it to Naruto when out of his mind with need, but he nuzzles at
Naruto’s throat and says, “I know.”

“I want to be with you always,” Naruto tells him, raising his eyes to meet Sasuke’s own.

Raising a sardonic eyebrow, Sasuke says, “I think you’ve already accomplished that.” He’s
been locked in this cave that he’s pretty sure is beneath Naruto’s shitty apartment building for
four years, and he’s not even mad about it anymore, no matter how ghostly pale he is from
lack of real sunlight, no matter how Naruto has bound him and held him captive over the
years. He’s past the point of even trying to imagine his life without Naruto, and—truly—he
doesn’t feel the need for anyone else as long as they have one another.

Naruto blushes slightly, clears his throat, and says, “I want to have a family with you.” When
Sasuke just looks at him blankly, he clarifies, “I want to be a parent with you.”

Feeling like he’s still missing a critical piece of the puzzle, Sasuke says, “You want to
adopt?” He’s not sure how he feels about that, to be honest. Children have never had much
appeal to him, despite wanting to revive his clan. There’s no way he’s going to be with
anyone other than Naruto, so that goal fell to the wayside long ago.

Blue eyes dodge his again, making Sasuke a little suspicious. “No,” Naruto admits. “I want to
have a child that’s both of ours.”
“I’m a man,” Sasuke points out the obvious flaw in this plan.

“I know that,” Naruto snaps, defensive. He jolts in a way that makes him rub up against
Sasuke’s prostate, and he can’t help but moan as he cock fills more.

Ignoring his arousal for the moment, Sasuke says, “Then exactly how do you think we’re
going to have a kid?”

Naruto’s fingertips trace a pattern Sasuke can’t make sense of over the newly shaved skin
again. “Sexy Technique,” he says, staring down between them.

Sasuke still feels confused. “And you’re going to explain getting pregnant… how?” he asks.

“Not me,” Naruto says. “I’ve been researching, and I’ve developed a seal that should allow
me to loan you excess chakra to maintain the technique,” he explains.

Silence hangs heavy between them as Sasuke stares at Naruto. “You,” he starts slow, wanting
to make sure he understands.

“Yes?”

“Want me…”

“Yes.”

“To use your stupid fucking technique to turn myself into a girl so you can knock me up?”

Naruto winces, then meets his eyes again. “Yes,” he says firmly.

“I can’t even mold enough chakra to stick to anything!”

“The seal I’ve developed will let me feed my chakra into you. You’d perform the technique,
and I’d give you the chakra you need to sustain it. It’ll work! I promise!”

It might be a little precious to be so outraged when he’s literally sitting on Naruto’s cock for
comfort, but Sasuke says, “There’s no way to guarantee it’d be stable, or that it wouldn’t fail
and kill me and the child both!”

“I would make sure to take care of you!” Naruto says, pulling him in tighter, and making
himself rub up against Sasuke’s prostate again while he does it. “I just… I want us to be a
family, a real family. And you always wanted to revive your clan… I can’t stand the idea of
sharing you—even just your come—but I can do this for you. For us.” He strokes a hand over
the swell of Sasuke’s ass in what’s become an oddly comforting motion. “And if you can do
ninjutsu through this technique, then maybe you’ll be able to do other techniques too.”

Sasuke knows how much chakra it takes for Naruto to do his stupid technique, so he knows
he wouldn’t be able to do much while maintaining it, but… if it gave him a chance to do
ninjutsu again, if it gave him a chance to be a ninja again…
“Okay,” he says, slumping his forehead to Naruto’s shoulder. “I’ll try it.” Before Naruto can
cheer, Sasuke interrupts him. "On one condition."

"Anything," Naruto says, clearly not thinking about it twice. Sasuke's tempted to take him up
on it, tempted to demand Naruto release him, but he's pretty sure Naruto will walk back
anything immediately if he does.

"You'll have to take them outside," Sasuke says. "Into the sun." Under his breath he adds, "A
child doesn't deserve to be trapped down here." Not even as nice as Naruto's made it over the
years. Sasuke still knows it's ultimately a cage.

"Yeah," Naruto says. "Of course. And maybe we can even let you out..."

Sasuke's stunned by the offer, even if he doesn't believe it for a second. "It's okay," he says,
pressing his head to Naruto's chest, listening to the strong, steady beat of his heart. "I just
need them to be free."

Naruto lifts his face and kisses him. When it breaks, he murmurs against Sasuke's lips, "They
will be. I promise."

That's really all Sasuke feels like he can ask as he lays his head on Naruto's chest again.
"Okay," he says, trying not to think about what it really means, that he's agreed to change his
body into a woman's, that he's agreed to allow Naruto to impregnate him, that he's agreed to
have a child with Naruto.

Later. He will think about those things later. Right now, he wants to relax in the warmth and
comfort of his other half.

They have sex in the bath, of course. Sasuke can only warm Naruto for so long before they
both end up needing more. Sasuke would swear he can feel Naruto’s come inside of him,
warming him from the inside out. They dress—well, Naruto dresses, Sasuke’s wardrobe is
mostly limited to shirts and short kimono for ease of access—and end up at the couch.

Sasuke kneels on a pillow at Naruto’s feet, dressed only in one of Naruto’s shirts, which is
big enough to slide off one of his shoulders, while Naruto takes his time blow-drying
Sasuke’s hair.

Even that little bit of distance is a little irritating to Sasuke. He’d much rather be in Naruto’s
lap, filled with Naruto’s cock, but Naruto’s tenderness when handling Sasuke’s hair is a close
second in the comfort department. A TV plays in front of them, the volume so low that
neither are listening to it anyway.

Over the years, Naruto has made the cave into a surprisingly nice apartment. There’s even a
small kitchenette, though Sasuke’s rarely allowed to care for himself when Naruto’s away.
Sometimes, he’ll just chain Sasuke up and leave him with a clone— clones are never as good
as the main body, no matter what Naruto says—but if he knows he’s going to be gone for a
while, he’ll seal Sasuke into a scroll.

Even though he doesn’t really remember the time that passes in the scrolls, Sasuke hates
them. He would much rather be chained and left to his own devices, even if Naruto is
keeping him chained and leashed.

A thought occurs to him, and he twists on the pillow to look back at Naruto. “If this works
and I get pregnant, you won’t be able to seal me in scrolls while you travel, will you?”

“No,” Naruto says without hesitation, which means he’s already considered this and knows
the risk. “It wouldn't be safe for you or the baby.”

Relief goes through Sasuke. Nine months. At least nine months without being sealed into a
scroll. Maybe more. After all, Naruto can’t expect to seal both Sasuke and a child into a
scroll once it’s born.

He doesn’t think about the practicalities attached to all of that, but the benefits make the pill
easier to swallow. He crosses his arms over Naruto’s legs and lays his head on them.

“When did you want to do this?” he asks as Naruto sets aside the blow dryer and pets his
hair.

“I’m surprised you’re taking this so well,” Naruto admits, then chuckles self-deprecatingly. “I
thought it was going to take way longer to talk you into it.”

Sasuke considers that and shrugs. “If you have to feed me chakra regularly, it means you
won’t be gone much. And if doing this makes it possible for me to mold chakra again, even if
it’s only a little…”

Naruto’s hand slides down, fingertips brushing over the big scar on Sasuke’s shoulder. It
sends a shiver through Sasuke, as it always does. “I should apologize,” Naruto says, voice
heavy with emotion.

I should apologize is not an actual apology, and after four years, Sasuke knows better than to
expect one. “You didn’t know what would happen.” He’s not wholly convinced that Naruto
wouldn’t have done it even if he had known what would happen, but that’s neither here nor
there. He didn’t know, so they can both pretend it would have changed anything.

For over a year after Naruto had brought him to this place, he’d been forced to restrain
Sasuke, not to protect himself—Sasuke without the ability to use chakra really isn’t a threat
to him—but to keep Sasuke from trying to kill himself. His wrists bear permanent scars from
how hard he’d fought his restraints back then, but they’re almost invisible against Sasuke’s
pale skin. Even then, Sasuke didn’t really begin to come out of his suicidal streak until they
started having sex.

Speaking of which, with his face this close to Naruto’s crotch, Sasuke is very aware of
Naruto’s growing arousal. The thin sweats don’t hide much.
Sasuke pulls a hand from beneath his head and walks his fingers up Naruto’s inner thigh, till
he cups Naruto through his pants. Looking up at him through his lashes, he says, “It looks
like you’re getting ready for me again.”

Naruto chuckles, but he’s long past being embarrassed by how much Sasuke arouses him.
“Want me inside of you again?” he asks.

Pushing off Naruto’s knees, Sasuke gets to his feet. Part of the ritual of drying off and getting
dressed had included lubing Sasuke up again—they try to keep him lubed when they’re
together because he spends so much time with Naruto inside of him—so he’s always ready
when Naruto is.

Naruto pulls out his rapidly-hardening cock and strokes it once, twice, before holding it at the
perfect angle for Sasuke to sink down. “Front or back?” he asks.

It’s always a toss-up. Facing Naruto means he gets to face Naruto, but the penetration from
behind is better. For now, Sasuke turns and lets Naruto guide him down until he sinks down
onto Naruto’s cock. No matter how much they do this, no matter how well-adjusted he is to
it, the first time Naruto sinks into him always steals his breath a little. Naruto reaches up
under his shirt to stroke his chest and down over his newly-shaved patch as Sasuke seats
himself fully. He lets his legs rest outside Naruto’s, getting a little extra depth from it, and
moans when Naruto takes him in hand.

“You’re hard for me again too,” Naruto says, leaning forward, kissing Sasuke’s shoulder.

Sasuke puts a hand on Naruto’s, stilling it. “I don’t want to get off right now,” he says.

Against his throat, Naruto chuffs, but he kisses Sasuke’s neck and lets his hand drop away.
Sasuke is hard again—Naruto being inside of him usually causes that reaction, regardless if
he was aroused before or not—but he wants the comfort right now more than he wants the
sex. Besides, they need to talk more.

“Tell me about how this is going to work,” Sasuke says while Naruto’s hands roam over him,
especially stroking freshly-shaved skin and slipping up to tease Sasuke’s chest. The latter
especially makes his cock twitch and throb for attention, but Sasuke ignores it. A consistent,
low-level arousal when he’s with Naruto has become normal for him, and Naruto being
especially handsy after he’s freshly shaved is also hardly unusual.

Naruto hitches his chin over Sasuke’s shoulder—the covered one, not the scarred one—and
sighs. “I’ve developed a seal that should be able to channel and focus my chakra—and what’s
left of yours—into a jutsu. You won’t be able to do anything else while it’s active, but it will
allow you to complete the Sexy Technique. Once you’ve done that, I have another seal I can
add to it to draw my chakra into you—”

“And how will you do that?” Sasuke interrupts.

When Naruto chuckles, it always makes him twitch inside of Sasuke in ways that makes it
harder to ignore his arousal. His hands move, one landing on Sasuke’s scarred shoulder, and
one reaching past his balls to tease at his rim. “I should be able to channel my chakra all the
way through you. It might even heal some of your chakra paths.”

Fuck everything else—if this technique has even a chance, has even the slightest possibility
of healing his chakra pathways even just a little bit, Sasuke will take it. If that means being
stuck in a female body and fucked by Naruto and carrying his child, Sasuke will do it.
Considering he’s literally been Naruto’s living cockwarmer at every opportunity for the
last… however long it’s been, it doesn’t seem like it could be a much worse burden.

“Anyway, once we check that the technique is stable…” He presses a fingertip to Sasuke’s
rim, as if he’s going to press it in alongside his cock. He’s done that before—in truth, there’s
not a lot they haven’t done in regards to sex, including Naruto fucking him at the same time a
clone does—and Sasuke’s toes curl a little in anticipation of that additional stretch. The hand
over his scar slides into the collar of his shirt and Naruto plucks at his nipple as he begins to
roll his hips. “From there…” He rubs up against Sasuke’s prostate, making him gasp, his
cock growing hard enough that ignoring it is quickly growing impossible. “From there, we
get to have fun, trying to make a baby.”

Sasuke squirms, his cock beginning to leak, and he tries to think around the fog of arousal
and pleasure that are taking over his brain. “There’s… nothing… we can do…” He chokes
off his words as Naruto slips a finger in alongside his cock. He has to breathe through the
intensity for a moment before continuing. “Nothing we can do to—ah—ensure conception?”

“Nope,” Naruto says, almost cheerfully. “I’ve looked, but everything to ‘guarantee’
conception is just old wives’ tales. There’s no actual technique that will conclusively help.”

He tugs at Sasuke’s rim, making Sasuke moan and go limp in his arms. Naruto knows how
weak Sasuke is to extreme stretching, and he mewls as Naruto slips a second finger in
alongside his cock.

“What if it doesn’t take… the first time?” Sasuke asks.

“Then we keep trying till it does,” Naruto says. He bites down on Sasuke’s scar, and the feel
of it goes straight to Sasuke’s cock. He comes with a shout, spraying what little semen his
balls have left all over the floor, while Naruto fucks into him harder, keeping his teeth locked
in deep enough that Sasuke is sure he’s drawn blood. Pleasure that’s almost pain sparks
behind Sasuke’s eyes as Naruto chases his own orgasm, spilling deep within Sasuke, not
taking his mouth away until his hips still and Sasuke is a limp doll in his arms.

Sasuke makes no move to get off. Naruto being soft inside of him is almost as good as him
being hard, and Sasuke will take it. Before he can change his mind, he asks, “So how soon
can we do this?”

Naruto’s arms wrap around his waist, hugging him tightly, and he licks over the almost-
certainly bleeding wound on Sasuke’s shoulder. “Tomorrow,” he says. “It’ll be better to do it
tomorrow.”

“When you’re not already all fucked out?” Sasuke can’t resist teasing. He gets a nip that goes
through him almost like Naruto rubbed his prostate.
“Like you don’t know damn well I can get it up for you as many times as you need it,”
Naruto says, but there’s no heat to it. “But yeah. It’ll be better to do this without playing
first.”

Taking a deep breath, Sasuke leans even more heavily into Naruto. “So, tomorrow then.” It
isn’t a question.

“Tomorrow,” Naruto affirms.

They start the next evening with Naruto teaching Sasuke the technique. He has no idea when
Naruto actually sleeps since he rarely wastes “precious Sasuke time” to sleep. He used to
sleep with Sasuke, but not these days, and not in a long time. The one time Sasuke had asked,
Naruto had mentioned something about figuring out a way to have his clones do it for him,
but since the Shadow Clone Technique wasn’t one Sasuke had ever been overly familiar with,
he really has no idea what Naruto is doing.

Sasuke makes the seals and tries to focus his chakra, but even though he can feel it, it’s like
trying to catch the wind. He can no more contain it or shape it than he could expect to make
the wind stop blowing. It’s been a while since he’s actively tried, and the helpless frustration
he feels at his inadequacy reminds him why he hasn’t.

Demonstrating multiple times, making specific notes about paying attention to the thighs, the
ass—showing him female anatomy in more detail than Sasuke ever wanted to contemplate—
he says, “You need to have a really clear picture in your mind.”

“Of looking like a bimbo?” Sasuke sneers, his own failures making him more surly than
usual. “Is that what you want?” For the first time, insecurity makes his chest clench. “Have
you just always wanted me to be a woman?”

For a solid minute, Naruto just stares at him, utter incomprehension in his eyes, before he
starts to frantically backtrack and try to reassure Sasuke that he likes him very much as a
man, and he doesn’t really care what body Sasuke’s in because he’s obsessed with Sasuke,
and the package is kind of immaterial, and—

Sasuke shuts him up with a kiss at that point. The complete confusion and does not process in
Naruto’s eyes had been enough to reassure him that this isn’t just about getting Sasuke to be a
more suitable gender for him. Besides, if he’d wanted to do that, he could have started on it a
long time ago.

Honestly, if he’d wanted to force it, he could have dressed Sasuke up as a girl. It’s not like
Sasuke could have done much about it.

But he’d never even really made the suggestion before now. And, at least with Sasuke,
Naruto is a truly hideous liar. If that had been the goal in the beginning, it would have been
written all over his face.

Stepping away, Sasuke says, “I still can’t mold my chakra at all.”

“Yeah, I know,” Naruto says, not rubbing it in, just a statement of fact. “Lay down on the bed
so I can paint the seals on you. Some parts will probably be permanent as long as the
technique is active, so I’ll do my best to make them look attractive.”

Sasuke tugs off his shirt, then lays himself down on the bed naked, waiting as Naruto preps
the seal ink. Even though he agreed to this, nerves are starting to hit him a little. He stays still
as Naruto opens his legs, painting the cold ink over his skin, down between his legs, low over
his abdomen, up around his pecs, and up to his scar.

Sitting back, Naruto looks over every line and swirl with careful, critical eyes, then nods.
“Okay,” he says. “Give it a few minutes to dry. This’ll be easier from behind.”

Right, because Naruto needs to channel his chakra through Sasuke before Sasuke can form it.
Naruto lubes up his cock, then sits back, waving Sasuke over. Careful not to touch any of the
ink, Sasuke does so, straddling him, his back toward Naruto’s chest, before sinking down.
They’ve done this more times than he can count, but he moans at feeling Naruto filling him.
For his part, Naruto is very careful to keep his hands on Sasuke’s hips where the ink isn’t
even close. At his back, Sasuke can feel the rapid beating of Naruto’s heart.

“Okay, there?” Naruto asks.

“I feel like I should be asking you that,” Sasuke points out, as much to settle his own nerves
as anything.

Naruto gives his hips a reassuring squeeze. “Okay.” He takes a deep breath. “You need to
have your female form really clear in your head. How big the boobs are, the ass—”

“I remember,” Sasuke gripes at him, but even though it’s not fully activated, he can feel the
seal working, can feel his chakra beginning to centralize. He can almost, almost mold it.
Then he feels something else—something warm and soothing, like sunshine, like cool water
rushing over him on a hot day, like a breeze in spring.

Naruto’s chakra.

It’s gathering low in his abdomen, and Sasuke belated realizes that it seems to be drawing
from Naruto’s cock into his own chakra system. It sounds almost absurd, but when he thinks
about where the root and sacral chakra are located… it makes a strange kind of sense that
Naruto could tap into his chakra system with his dick.

Lifting his hands from Sasuke’s hips, Naruto sets the ink bowl on Sasuke’s lap, then carefully
uses a tiny brush to write some seals that Sasuke doesn’t understand on the fingertips of his
left hand. That done, he sets the ink and brush aside and takes another deep breath.

Sasuke doesn’t have to ask what he’s doing—he can feel Naruto’s chakra beginning to flow
into him, a stronger current now. It’s beginning to fill him up, mingle with his own chakra,
and he would swear he can feel it soothing charred pathways.

“You have the image in your head?” Naruto asks, his voice tight, and Sasuke realizes there’s
enough. There’s enough in him to do any number of techniques in him at the moment, and he
can form it—he can feel it—

But if he does… if he takes this one shot to get away from Naruto, there’s no guarantee he
won’t just tear out all of Naruto’s chakra. There’s no way he can be sure that Naruto’s chakra
doesn’t rebound and lash back at him. Naruto has given him this chakra as a form of a
contract, and in return for the chakra and whatever healing it may provide, he wants a child
with Sasuke.

It’s not a small contract to break, and Sasuke isn’t going to risk losing all of his chakra by
abusing what Naruto has given him.

He brings his hands together in the seals, forms the chakra, then calls out, “Oiroke no jutsu!”

The chakra molds, forms, spreads out through him, and Sasuke feels it take hold,
transforming his body. It’s a risk on Naruto’s part to let Sasuke do this while buried balls
deep inside of him, but he does it, and when the smoke of the jutsu clears, Sasuke can see that
it’s worked, though looking down at himself and seeing breasts and no dick is definitely
disconcerting—

And just like that, he can feel his grip on the jutsu slipping.

“Naruto!” he calls out, and Naruto yells some jutsu that Sasuke doesn’t wholly catch, and
slams his painted fingertips into Sasuke’s abdomen as he sinks his fangs into Sasuke’s scar.

The pleasant stream of chakra Sasuke had experienced before becomes a deluge, tearing
through his body, slamming into scarred and damaged pathways. It presses through
seemingly every inch of him, too intense to be called pleasure or pain, but he screams with
the feeling.

When the deluge recedes, Sasuke slumps, boneless into Naruto’s lap. His ass is still filled
with Naruto’s hard cock, and every inch of his body feels over-sensitized, so it takes him a
minute to realize…

It worked.

He’s still in a female body, and he doesn’t feel like he’s straining to mold and hold the
chakra. It feels stable.

“It worked?” Naruto asks, pressing his forehead to the back of Sasuke’s neck.

Looking down at himself again, Sasuke’s body appears to be undeniably a woman’s… and
also, the only remaining sign of the seal is some mark very low on his abdomen that almost
looks like…

“Did you use the shape of the female reproductive system in your seal?” Sasuke asks, and his
voice comes out as decidedly not his voice. He puts a hand over his mouth, unnerved, then is
further unnerved by how small and dainty his hands are.

Naruto chuckles, which makes him jolt around inside Sasuke, but it feels different. There’s no
feeling of his prostate being rubbed up against. It feels more like cock warming. Rather than
answering directly, Naruto slides his fingers down Sasuke’s front, down to where a subtle
cleft now is, and presses two fingers into him. It feels so different than fingers in his ass do.
Not bad, just weird.

“Yeah,” Naruto says, then rubs his thumb over something—the clit, Naruto had called it—
and that lights up Sasuke’s body with pleasure. “Needed the jutsu to figure out what shape to
keep.”

“Now what?” Sasuke asks, squirming, stuck with Naruto’s cock still up his ass as Naruto is
fingering… other places. He can’t decide if he likes the feeling or not yet, but it feels like a
lot.

“Now,” Naruto says with a grin that Sasuke can hear even if he can’t see, while Naruto cups
one of his breasts. “Now we have to test its stability. Thoroughly.”

It takes Sasuke’s brain an embarrassingly long time to figure out that “testing the stability”
means “fucking Sasuke to make sure the technique doesn’t break,” but he’ll blame the new
body and new sensations for his slowness. Naruto continues to tease him, and the sensations
definitely become pleasurable. Heat builds between his legs, and Naruto continues to tease
him until Sasuke is whimpering with his new high, needy voice.

“Naruto—I—!”

“That’s right, baby. Come for me. I want to see it. Come for me. ”

Sasuke cries out as the orgasm rushes through him, much like Naruto’s chakra had rushed
through his system before. When he catches his breath, he realizes that Naruto is still hard
inside of him.

“You didn’t—”

With the hand that wasn’t just inside Sasuke, Naruto turns his face so their eyes can meet.
“One of the best parts of a woman’s body?” He smirks. “You can come again and again and
again.” He runs his tongue over Sasuke’s parted mouth, and the metallic tang of blood teases
at his taste buds.

Given the hunger in Naruto’s eyes, Sasuke knows he’s in for a very long night.

But if it heals his chakra pathways? It’ll be worth it.

It will be worth all of it.

End Notes

Prompts for this fic:

Act: Biting
Trope: Oiroke no Jutsu/Genderbending
Object: Gags
Setting: Prison/Captivity
Quote: “Move an inch and you won’t be coming tonight.”

Okay, so I don't get extra points for incorporating them all, but they just played so nicely
together, I had to. I am planning a sequel to this, so let me know if you enjoyed!

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