Disclaimer: again I do not own Naruto

A/N: Well I said I would update before Christmas and surprisingly I managed to do so. Honestly, with all the christmas baking and gift wrapping I was really wondering if I could finish this. Reviews are always welcome :)

They won't do it here. He has to find a secluded place. Although, with no one around in this barren part of town he could take the desirable boy anywhere he pleases. Perhaps even in the middle of the street. He likes the thought of that, of the pale beauty writhing and begging for more in full view of looming vacant windows. Except he doesn't want to share the boy, not even with the deserted village. Tonight the stunning raven is all his to control.

He lets go of the almost feminine waist and grabs the slight, but callused hand. The grip is strong, on the verge of becoming painfully so. He leads them down the roof, both of them landing with practiced ease on the ground. He doesn't have to pull his seductive companion along; the raven-haired boy matches his steps perfectly. No reluctance, just an insinuation of defiance. He knows that no one has ever dared to treat the beauty like this before. Save for him.

He feels empowered by it, and a thrill runs through him. The beautiful boy is no doubt aware of this fact; the need rolls off of him like waves of heat.

The hand that was once limp in his crushing grip squeezes back. Hard. A petty foolish battle that reminds him of times when they were younger.

Did he know back then that they would be doing this? Did he know that he would become someone so obsessed with achieving this twisted self-gratification? No, but then he didn't think that life would turn out like this. With him searching to fill a seemingly endless desire.

As he walks down the road with the irresistible beauty, he is conscious of nothing else. The boy saturates his senses; everything from the seductive mouth pursed in hesitant curiosity, to the way the raven subtly allows their bodies to be less than an inch apart.

It is a miracle really that they are heading in the right direction. His feet know where to go even if his mind is elsewhere. The buildings around them are an unfocused mesh of grey, completely unimportant to him.

They avoid the route back to the festival. Somehow it wouldn't be right to bring the statuesque beauty with him through crowds of gleeful people. Those are two worlds that shouldn't be mixed. Even though deep down inside him, in some tiny insignificant crevice, he wishes it could be different. But he doesn't dwell on that.

They head down another deserted street, this one with hotels lined across the sides. There won't be any people inside of the buildings this early on in the night, not when they could be out celebrating and forgetting all their worries.

This will make it easier for him not to hold back on the stunning raven-haired boy. Not that he would hold back anyway, he has waited too long for this person to douse or enrage the passion building up in him. He will make the beauty scream his name.

A few steps into the inn, he feels the boy go slightly rigid. He smirks at the pronounced apprehension coming off of the raven.

The receptionist at her desk barely glances at them as they walk. She is most definitely lamenting the fact that she has to work on this festive evening.

His room should be empty, it normally is. His teacher makes a point of visiting the local whorehouses when they arrive in new villages. The old man right now is most likely consuming large quantities of alcohol, encompassed by giggling women. He never remarks seriously on his teacher's habits and in return, nothing is said about his own.

They enter the sparse room and he swings the door shut. It closes with a small click that echoes loudly through their beings. The gorgeous boy turns to stare at him. Dark pools of obsidian hold a challenging and sardonic look, while the lithe body stands firmly, in a slightly defensive position. The stance of the beauty amuses him, because he knows that he will break down that last little bit of resistance.

He closes the distance between them and pushes the boy down onto the futon. His eyes flash with barely restrained desire as he leers over the raven. The body beneath him trembles faintly, a mixture of fear, loathing, and lust, from he can tell. He leans in closer and pale arms reach out and press against his chest. A futile attempt to push him away. He grabs the slim wrists and pins them over the boy's head.

A hungry look across his face, he brings his mouth down to the enticing slender neck. He licks and sucks at the soft skin causing a sharp intake of breath from the raven. He slowly and tantalizingly makes his way up to underside of the elegant jaw, leaving angry red marks in his wake. His lips tease the smooth flash in a way that he knows will affect the beauty.

The chest below him rises and falls more frequently as the boy gasps for air. He can feel the other's heart racing against his own and yet the beauty refuses to utter a sound.

He is not surprised. If he thought it would be this easy he would never have bothered with this insatiably person.

He lifts his lips gently off of the now tender skin and, before the boy can turn that alluring face away, attacks the plump lips with a harsh force. There is no response, aside from an immediate tensing, as he moulds the irresistibly luscious mouth. The lips being plundered open a fraction, and he wastes no time sliding his tongue into the slick warm cavern.

The raven gradually starts to kiss back, hesitantly at first, then with increasing strength. Teeth bite his lips, deliberately drawing blood. It makes him growl deeply into their mouths. The scent of his blood mixed with the arousal coming off of the tempting perfection drives him to ravish the seductive mouth with impossible vigour. Their tongues dart around each other, an imitation of a frenzied dance. His lips work hard against the beauty, unyielding in their cause. That he has more skill is obvious; he doubts if the captivating boy has ever kissed anyone besides him.

He lets go of the raven's wrists as continues to explore the other's hot mouth. The newly freed hands dig into his back, breaking the skin. He ignores the stinging sensation and lets his own hands wander down the slender body

Briefly raising his lips off the boy's bruised ones, he fluently rips the raven's travelling shirt off. Then resuming his pursuit with the red swollen lips, he ghosts his fingers over the creamy white flesh. The exposed chest quivers from the faint contact. He lets the tips of his digits brush an erect nipple, swirling the nub and gets the smallest hint of a reaction from the enthralling boy.

He grins into their mouths and pulls back to look at the stunning beauty. The porcelain skin is tinted rouge around artistic cheekbones. Ink black hair surrounds the oval face in disarray. Obsidian eyes stare up at him taunting, a furious lust hidden in their depths.

He leans down and attaches his lips to the base of the ivory neck. He glides his tongue over the collarbone, nipping at the revealed flesh. He trails a path of bite marks down to a pink bud and flicks it none too gently.

A stifled moan escapes the beauty as he assaults the sensitive nub. Teeth grazing the hardened peak, he pulls it into his mouth and sucks ruthlessly. The enchanting raven lets out a strangled gasp, sounding as if it is taking every fibre of being to hold in the wanton noises.

His hands sliding along the edge of the narrow waist move in such a way as to send a thrill of electricity through the boy. His fingers grip the boney hips as his thumbs massage light sensuous circles into the flesh below the beauty's belly button.

Abandoning the abused nipple, he lowers his face down to the bulging crotch. Ginning almost sadistically, he deftly undoes the boy's pants. Feeling him near the delicate groin, the beauty jerks up. Leaning on pale elbows, the beautiful face looks at him with alarm.

He ignores the raven's trepidation and pushes down the worn trousers uncovering the boy's hard pulsating member. The beauty shivers as a breeze caresses the warm bare flesh. Looking into the dark onyx eyes, he conveys a silent message with his piercing blue orbs for the boy to lie back down. As soon as the raven-haired boy does so, he takes hold of the pale organ and strokes it casually.

The effect is immediate. Slender hands cover the luscious mouth in an attempt to prevent the involuntary moan. But it's no use. He increases his pace, pumping the stiff length, and the boy is forced to let out the gasps and sounds of ecstasy. Watching the beauty fall apart, a rapturous satisfaction comes over him. The writhing and straining boy beneath him lets out a stream of incoherent noises as he continues to pleasure the beauty.

He really wonders how much the gorgeous raven can take and with that thought, brings the swollen member to his mouth. He slides his tongue over the length before encompassing it in his mouth. He can feel muscles tightening under his fingers as he holds down the jutting hips. Hollowing his cheeks he sucks the hardened flesh, drawing the member in and out of his mouth. The beauty's moans echo against the barren walls, making it seem louder in their ears. A strangled cry warns him that the boy is about release and he pulls his mouth away just as jets of white shoot out the tip of the beauty's organ. The raven-haired boy climaxes, back arching with one distinguishable name pouring out of the delectable mouth.

His desire mounting in him he presses his body against the raven's and places a long deep kiss on the plump lips. If the boy thinks that he is through for tonight, then the flawless beauty is in for a surprise.

He wakes up with the sunlight streaming over his face. The intense radiance blinds him momentarily as he opens his sleepy eyes. Sitting up, he gives a huge yawn and stretches out his stiff limbs. Wincing at his sore shoulders he glances about the room. He is alone. Of course he is. He wouldn't expect it any other way.

But he can still feel that desire rumbling through him. He can still feel that demonic lust that constantly threatens to overthrow him, that craving for the pale-skinned beauty. He rubs his eyes and knows that there is no going back. He'll only ever feel satisfied if he can have that stunning boy on a regular basis. He wonders why.