Eternal Pleasure. [KH SMUT]

[JD.]

Alrighty, heres the deal. I've decided to make a thread in which will be updated regularly with different short story fanfics written by me and others. All these stories could be very graphic in the description. So this is advised for anyone over 18 years old. I will not be held responsible if one of you get in trouble for reading any of theses stories. These stories are not all yaoi, they will also be yuri and straight focused too.
Also these stories do not have to be Kingdom Hearts focused, I am just simply writing them, so I labeled this to as KH.

As of now the writers for this thread are as followed:
Me: JD Seme
Judy: WhoaryJooDee
Seto: ~ChibiDarky~
Kyo: Kyo~Kyo~Kyon-Kyon
Cherry: Cherry Dynamite



If you would like to be a writer please PM with why you would like to write and a short sample of your writing. Also if you are a writer you will be required to post a short story every two weeks. If you would like you may write more and post them as you finish but you must post atleast one every two weeks. Also for you readers feel free to leave feedback and comments throughout the thread. Now I bid you all a great time reading.

[JD.]

Here is my first story and just a warning it gets right into it and it is rather graphic.

Riku groaned as he thrusted harder and deeper into Sora. Sora screamed in pleasure, sweat dripping from his body enjoying every moment of his time with Riku. Sora's body quivering from the pure bliss he was in was starting to give out from under him. Riku slapped Sora's ass to make Sora focus on the task at hand. Sora cried in pain after Riku had slapped his ass, he was tried of being the uke he wanted his turn of dominating Riku. Sora quickly pulled his body away from Riku and moaned as Riku's cock left the tightness of his ass. "Now it's my turn Riku" Sora said as he grinned and grabbed the handcuffs." Sora quickly pinned Riku down and cuffed his hands to the bed posts leaving Riku helplessly lying on the bed at Sora's mercy. "Lets see how you like being dominated Riku" Sora said has he grinned evily grabbing his keyblade. Sora grabbed the keyblade and grinned down at helpless Riku. Riku twisted and turned in protest of having the keyblade used on him. "So-Sora I'm sorry I was such a dick earlier, please don't...." Sora suddenly shoved the keyblade into Riku's tight -------. Riku cried out in pure pain as the keyblade made its way into him. "How do you like being dominated Riku? Not as fun as you think huh" Sora said as he continued to slowly push the keyblade in. Riku shook with pain and pleasure all at once. Riku now moaned with pleasure as Sora slowed the keyblade in and out, but Sora didn't want Riku to have a good time just yet. "Is Riku my little uke?" Sora asked as he continued to ---- Riku with the keyblade. "Yes, yes Sora I am your uke." Riku said as he moaned. Sora then suddenly pulled out the keyblade leaving Riku gasping in pain and in disappointment. Sora smiled as he slowly creeped over to Riku slowly sliding his erect cock into Riku. "You know I love you Riku, so don't forget that." Sora said as he moaned while feeling Riku's tight ass around his cock. Sora slowly pumped in and out of Riku as they both moaned in pleasure. "Sora... I love you too" Riku said as he blushed a bright red. Sora smiled and started to thrust in harder and faster. "Riku that's enough out of you" Sora said as he gagged Riku with a ball gag. Sora uncuffed Riku and flipped him over onto his stomach and recuffed Riku to the bed posts. "Now it's my turn to have some fun" Sora lifted Riku's ass up and thrusted into him making Riku moan loudly only to be muffled by the gag. Sora pumped in and out as Riku's body shook with the intense pleasure. Sora and Riku now pouring sweat from their bodies as Sora continued to thrust into Riku. With each stroke Riku grew closer and closer to exploding. Sora was now growing impatient with Riku thrusted harder, deeper, and faster wanting Riku to explode all over the bed. Finally Riku's body gave out as he exploded all over the sheets. Sora smiled and he uncuffed and took off the ball gag. "Now clean up this mess you dirty -----, I want you to lick it all up as I continue to ---- you." Riku obeyed and started to lick up the cum as Sora continued to pound into his ass. "Sora, I can't take much of this abuse." Riku said while heavily breathing. Sora gripped into Riku's hair pulling up his head as he continued to fck Riku. Riku cried out as he was becoming too weak to hold his own body up. Sora showed no mercy and continued on as Riku collasped into his mess of cum and sweat. Sora pulled out as he exploded onto Riku's back. He then demanded Riku to get up and lick his cock clean.

[Bbubbii]

Title: Gaara's Finally Legal!

Another year older and another year wiser. Yeah right.

Age makes no difference when it comes to knowledge. No, no. Not when you are Sabaku no Gaara, a boy - well man now - who is wise beyond his years. Another year means more responsibility and with responsibility, becomes trouble.

Lots of trouble.

More trouble than he could possibly imagine.

That trouble stood right at the door of his office in the village hidden in the Sand. His door, his private door, the only exit in the entire room, beside the window. If he wanted to escape from the duo he knew he wouldn't have the chance, unless he risked the seven story dive into the barren streets below. Of course his sand would protect him, but then he would have to make up some bogus story about why exactly he was nose-diving out of his window in the first place. For that reason alone he stayed put, hands flat against the surface of his desk. Gaara's face was impassive, though single beads of sweat began to gather on his neck and forehead, drenching the kanji above his eyebrow...if he had one.

The two stood there patiently. Naruto Uzumaki with his orange and black jacket unzipped - probably due to the ridiculous heat in Suna - arms folded over his mesh covered chest. Blue eyes focused ahead on Gaara as he shifted in his chair slightly, face holding a slight smirk. The pale orchid eyes of Neji Hyuuga watched the red head jinchuuriki just as intently, the same perverted lust inside his eyes. His shoulder propped up against the opposite side of the door frame than the blonde, one hand placed casually on his hip. Both smirked like the devil himself.

Gaara, in all his black rimmed, green eyed glory, stood from his desk. Face stern, impassive, even as he shook visibly. It was slight, but the men at the doors noticed it none the less. Their grins widened simultaneously and the sand in Gaara's gourd churned nervously. He cleared his throat, not entirely trusting his voice to speak, but forcing himself to do so anyway.

"What are you two doing in here?" his voice was deep and monotone, but it quivered.

Naruto and Neji turned to look at one another, as if they were in some sort of secret club and could telepathically communicate with each other. They nodded unanimously as if agreeing to some silent pact. Naruto was the first to speak.

"It's been a long time Gaara. We just wanted to see how you were."

"Right." Neji chimed.

Bull. Complete and utter bull. No way was he ever going to believe the blonde. Not in his hyperactive, colorblind little dreams. 'Just wanted to see how he was doing.' Gaara snorted mentally, his face still a mask of calm. Yeah...and he would bet this had nothing to do with today being his eighteenth birthday either. Boy was he in trouble. He easily saw past both leafnin's bluff.

"Is that so?" He asked, the sweat gleaming off his skin was more predominant.

"So how are you, Gaara?" Neji asked, flashing a set of brilliant white teeth.

Gaara shifted again, the folds of his Kazekage robe shuffling together. His eyes darted from the Hyuuga to Uzumaki, panic causing his heart to beat faster and the sand in its holding place to knock around like crazy. He wet his lips tentatively.

"I'm well." He squeaked...as much as his monotone voice could in fact 'squeak'. "What...er...what have you two been up to?"

Naruto narrowed his eyes. "We heard today was your birthday...so me and Neji thought we might come by and give you a gift."

"Oh?" The brow that wasn't there rose. Some how he didn't think they were gonna pull balloons and noisemakers out of their pants and shout 'Happy Birthday' while a terrifyingly happy clown rode around on a unicycle doing funny little tricks and singing his silly little songs. At least Gaara hoped they didn't, clowns - in all that they were supposed to represent - were scary, and I don't mean funny scary. No, no, no. Scary, scary. So scary they make little kids run and crap their scary little pants. To put it simply, Gaara was terrified of clowns.

But it didn't look like they would pull any of that out on him. Thank Kami. Instead the two looked like they had something else they wanted to pull out of their pants and show the young Kazekage. Now that, he wouldn't mind. Accept for the fact that they looked like two hungry lions eying a poor, defenseless foul, licking their lips in anticipation of the bloodshed. This did not make Gaara any more secure in his safety while both Konoha ninja were in the room.

"Yeah..." Naruto was saying. "...if you were up to it." Neji bit back a laugh while the blonde's grin widened.

"What did you have in mind?"

Obviously that was the worst question to ask. Of course he knew what they wanted; it was printed on both of their handsome faces. Even more so after they reached around themselves to close and lock the double doors behind them.

Gaara gulped noisily and inched back even more. This had been the moment the two were waiting for. Gaara was finally legal and now he really couldn't do anything about it...not that he really wanted to. But that doesn’t take away from the fact that the red head was extremely nervous about what Uzumaki and the Hyuuga had planned for him. For his birthday.

Something told him he should have stayed in bed this morning.

Neji walked toward him, all the lust in the world hidden behind his pale eyes. Unconsciously, Gaara felt himself backed up against the hard, cool wall, the raven haired boy still advancing on him. He saw out of the corner of his eye that the blonde made no move. Naruto stood there watching, waiting for his opportune moment to make his advancement. His blue eyes sparkled with mischief.

His eyes, however, stayed focused on the raven haired male coming closer and closer to him. The Konoha ninja grabbed the bulky fabric of Gaara's Kazekage robes, tugging him closer, anchoring the red head to him.

Gaara made an indistinguishable sound in his lower throat. If he doubted the intentions of the Hyuuga before, nothing could hide the proof of his desire, which the male had casually started to press against Gaara’s hip. Neji buried his face into the sand nin's neck, licking and sucking in the pale column, forcing Gaara to bit his lip in annoyance/pleasure. But how could he really deny himself this? He was going to be taken advantage of by two of Konoha's sexiest and eligible bachelors. Hey, he only turned eighteen once, right?

Neji nipped along his jaw line, traveled up to bite the lobe of the jinchuuriki's ear, all the while tugging at the knots and ties that held the garments on Gaara's pale form. When the raven managed to get the front open, he quickly moved his hands to run over Gaara's warm, well sculpted chest. His lips moved with them, they found their way to pale and shivering lips that belong to a slightly flustered Kazekage. Neji looked into Gaara's eyes and smirked, before his mouth landed on the others.

Now this wasn't the kind of kiss he had shared with anyone before.

This kiss was urgent and devastatingly passionate. Neji kissed much like the way he fought. His movement's were graceful and oh so precise. He angled their bodies just the right way so that his and Gaara's growing arousal brushed roughly against each other. And when Gaara managed a strangled gasp, Neji took the opening to swiftly move his tongue into the red head's wet orifice again. Gaara knew the shinobi was passionate, but he would have never guessed he could demonstrate passion like this. The movement of the raven's tongue and the groping fingers of his hands brought the Kazekage to the point where he was panting from exertion.

Neji distanced himself suddenly, removing the outer garments of his Hyuuga robes until he stood in just his pants and sandals. Gaara's own garb was torn from his pale shoulders and pulled down his lithe body; he was half naked when Neji lifted him up onto his Kazekage desk. The byakugan wielder moved in-between Gaara's legs, kissing his neck and shoulders, stroking his sides with his cool, smooth hands, trailing down to bring his attention to a pale nipple. Gaara gave out a gasp that quickly turned into a moan; Neji nipped at the tender flesh before soothing the slight pain with the tip of his tongue. This time Gaara's groan was louder.

The red head had been so preoccupied with the Hyuuga's ministrations that he'd half forgotten Naruto. The blonde was on the side of him now, tangling his fingers in his hair and pulling Gaara's head back so that he may have access to his slender neck. Gaara's mind was whirling when Uzumaki's hot tongue touched his skin, adding to the bigger heat pooling in the region Neji's hand was centimeters close to fondling. Naruto moved up to his jaw, licked it lightly, and then captured the lips of the sand nin.

His kiss was different from Neji's, more rushed and impatient, but just as passionate, maybe even more so. Just as the blonde forced his tongue between Gaara's already swollen lips, Neji's hand brushed over his hardness, causing him to moan into the mouth of Naruto. Neji smirked while licking his belly button.

Gaara felt his pants being pulled over his slim hips and suddenly he felt horribly exposed. He'd never been naked in front of anyone, not even Kankuro...His father hadn't condoned bathing together, even if they were brothers. And the thought to having both Neji and Naruto looking - more like leering lecherously - at his naked form, caused him to shudder and want to cover himself. But Naruto caught his hands before he had the chance to reach the quickly disappearing fabric. He felt Neji's long hair tickling his thighs as the leaf nin stripped his legs bare, taking off his ninja sandals in the process also.

Naruto, who had laid Gaara down, pinning his arms above his head with one hand while the other pinched and twisted a flushed nipple, had previously removed his shirt and jacket, his sealing mark swirled around the tempting dip of his naval. Naruto still had his tongue currently buried inside Gaara's mouth, preventing him from any form of protests...not that he would if he could. He just had a little problem with being taken advantage of inside his office, on his brand new desk, by two incredibly fucking sexy Konoha ninja.

He didn't care how sexy they were...when they were done, they would pay.

He tried to think about their punishment, but that was rather difficult considering the fact that Neji decided it was his responsibility to ease the tension in Gaara's groin, by licking the underside of his cock. He gently wrapped his fingers around his strained flesh and proceeded to lick the base if it tentatively, placing slow, wet kisses around him, managing to suck the hot flesh whenever he could, until he slipped him entirely into his mouth.

No...Gaara couldn't think straight when the raven-haired boy did that.

What made it worse was when he swallowed him whole, shoving the entire length into his beautiful mouth. Gaara groaned into Naruto's mouth, bucking his hips.

They were really making it hard for him not to enjoy this. The more he denied, the farther they went.

Just how far was this gonna go...?

He flinched as soon as something wet ghosted over his opening. The warm, wet feeling traveled back over his sack and all over his weeping member, the one conducting these movements squeezed his hand over Gaara's length, pumping lightly before sucking it back into his mouth. While not really meaning to, Gaara's teeth clamped down on Naruto's lower lip, the blonde flinched. When he finally let go, Naruto lifted his head.

He stroked his lip with his free hand. "Jeez, Neji, what are you doing to him down there?" He heard the male laugh.

"I think it's pretty obvious what I'm doing. Why? ...Doesn't he like it?" He asked, lifting his dark head, lower lip moist from his activities. He looked into Gaara's half lidded eyes and smiled.

Naruto snorted. "I think he's enjoying it...a lot."

Neji gave a short laugh, enjoying the way Gaara flinched every time he tugged on his length. He lifted up, however, and stuck three long fingers inside of his mouth, drenching them in saliva. He kept his eyes focused on the red head as he lowered his hand towards his opening. Gaara squeezed his eyes shut when he felt the prodding digit enter him slowly. The intrusion was...strange. It didn't feel good, but it didn't hurt either, it was...really uncomfortable. The finger began to move, slowly in and out of his opening, easing the tension as his muscles tentatively relaxed. It was when the raven added another finger, that the discomfort made itself known more. A third finger made its way inside of him and he whimpered lightly, that is when the blonde decided to distract him.

His lips crashed down on his, his tongue exploring at its own will. After Gaara's mouth was thoroughly ravished, Naruto moved his attention lower, to the warmth of his neck; he nipped it with his teeth, scraping them back and forth against his pulse. Gaara groaned heavily when Naruto's hand traveled down to caress his recently abandoned member, the smooth friction on his groin made him momentarily forget all about the intruding digits of the Hyuuga.

Soon enough the fingers were removed from his opening and Neji gave the green eyed man another warm caress before removing his hand from his middle and grabbing his bare leg, dragging him farther down the desk. He removed his pants, positioning himself. He eased the red head over his fully erect cock, Gaara screamed softly as he was fully impaled.

The kazekage's senses buzzed as Neji pulled back and then rolled forwards again, sending waves of pleasure up and down his spine. His head lolled against the cool hard desk when the ebony haired ninja's movement quickened the pace in his rhythm. The sand nin screamed incoherently as the blonde caressed his sides and back, running his hands over his flesh slowly and methodically, soothing him of all tension. Neji pounded inside him again and again, holding stead fast to his hips, his grip tightening with each thrust. His length brushed against something inside of Gaara that caused waves of pleasure to hit him with each thrust. Neji leaned over Gaara's lithe body as he thrust inside of him; his hair tickled the sensitive flesh of the red head's chest. Naruto moved out of the way for a moment, allowing the Hyuuga to lick over Gaara's swollen lips.

With each roll forward, the Kazekage winced, snapping his eyes shut and whimpering softly against the ebony haired man's lips. He ran his hands down the sleek, sweat laden back of the leaf nin, digging his dull nails into his flesh as he pounded harder and faster into his body. Suddenly Neji slowed down and rose to support his weight onto his arms. He pulled out very slowly until they were no longer connected, and then slammed back in harshly, causing the jinchuuriki to yelp in surprise. He steadied his pace, going excruciatingly slow, so much so that the red head beneath him begged for him to go faster.

As soon as he thought it was never going to be over, Neji pounded into him once more before he released, sending hot ribbons of his seed shooting inside of his body, causing the village leader's own release to land on his stomach along with the middle region of the male above of him. The raven pulled out with a short groan, Gaara winced, his essence dripped out of his core and onto the shiny wood desk beneath them.

Neji's breathing had turned back to normal when his head finally lifted to look at the male spread across the desk. Gaara looked gorgeous: green eyes dilated, face flushed from exertion, body damp and shivering, his blood red hair matted to his forehead. With an evil smile he looked over to Naruto, who leaned over the red head's body slightly, hands flat on the table. Gaara was caressing his weeping length absently, until it was stiff and overly engorged.

The two leaf ninja nodded to one another again and Neji grabbed Gaara's arm, pulling him up from the desk. The Suna leader's legs were still a little wobbly and he watched the raven with wary eyes. Neji smiled in Gaara's face as he handed the male to Naruto, who bent the red head over his own desk.

Smoothing his hands over the soft flesh of Gaara's rear end, he entered him from behind and the red head screamed out. Naruto grabbed his hips and slid him along the extent of his shaft. By the time the blonde pulled out again, Gaara was impervious to coherent thought; he placed his head against the desk, the wonderful friction unbearable. Naruto steadied himself, grabbing both of the kazekage's pale hips. Gaara moaned each time the blonde angled his body, he seemed to be aiming for one place in particular and with each thrust he hit that place. He rocked his hips steadily at first, calming himself, then more urgently, pulling the red head against him so hard that he bounced back into the desk. Gaara couldn't stifle the vocal expressions of his pleasure at this point. Every time the leaf nin hit that tangle of nerves inside of him, he wanted...no, needed to scream.

This was shaping out to be one hell of a birthday present, thought Gaara, when Naruto literally growled. His member brushed that spot inside him again, Gaara felt the heat pooling in his stomach. He would cum soon, he knew. Naruto was close also, his movement became even more sporadic, and he pounded into the red head's body with undue force. Neji - currently on the floor - brought his attention back to Gaara's member, sucking sternly on the head, pumping his hand against the shaft. Gaara moaned thickly and Neji caught his breath as he watched the boy tense, his face flushed in the ecstasy of his orgasm. The white, sticky substance shot into the raven's mouth, he swallowed, sitting back licking his lips.

Naruto pounded into the red head's body a few more times before his own orgasm consumed him. His eyes bled red for a moment as he squeezed Gaara's hips, cumming inside of the sand shinobi. When he released his fierce grip, the red head slumped over onto the desk. Naruto laughed, smacking his ass.

"Happy Birthday, tanuki." he said breathlessly.

Neji chuckled behind him. "Can't wait till next year."

Gaara groaned then slumped down to the floor, mumbling incoherently.

Not sure of the quality x) this is REALLY old.... and horribly OOC xD
Tell me what you think =D

[Cherry Dynamite]

No one understood why they went to each other. Some, such as Ulquiorra, surmised that it was some sort of pathetic connection between them as they both knew what it was like to be without rank and power. Others, mainly Nnoitra, claimed that the sadistic bastards just used sex as an excuse to try to kill each other.

And quite honestly, not even they knew why they continued to meet up in the middle of the night, either in their bedrooms or in the lab.

Well, at least that's what they had everyone thinking.

Szayel Aporro would say it was all for research purposes. That he was simply learning more about his fellow Espada. Like what erogenous zones left the sexta Espada writhing under him and groaning obscenities that could make even Starrk blush. He'd never say he did it just for pleasure, that he liked having Grimmjow's cock in his ass, the way the blue haired man's calloused hands felt on his baby soft skin. That he liked the way he could reduce the mouthy Espada to stuttering, incapable of forming complete sentences or think of anything besides him.

It had nothing to do with carnal lust and everything to do with his ego as a scientist.

Or at least that's what Szayel Aporro was always trying to convince himself.

Grimmjow claimed the opposite. For him, it was all about his dick when it came to the octava Espada. It was no secret that he lusted for the mad scientist or that the wounds he sustained after their meetings were caused by the sadistic pinkette. But no one knew that he liked the violence between them, that he got off every time the damn cannibal sank his teeth into Grimmjow's flesh. And what Grimmjow liked the most was that he knew things other people didn't about Szayel Aporro.

No one but him knew that Szayel Aporro's 8 was inked into his right hipbone and that the scientist loved when Grimmjow traced it with his tongue. Or that his Hollow hole laid hidden beneath his clothing, a large hole on the inside of his left thigh. It was something that the scientist had only ever revealed to the sexta and that was a fact the blue haired man relished in.

But no one needed to know that. After all, it wasn't like he cared for the sick son of a bitch. He just had a pretty face and knew how to take care of his dick.

And Grimmjow was damn near convinced that that was the only reason he kept going back to the octava.

[Cherry Dynamite]

There was always a certain element of unease that left Grimmjow on edge whenever Szayel Aporro crawled into his bed at night, particularly when he had his pretty lips stretched around Grimmjow's thick cock. The octava Espada could do fucking wonders with that mouth of his, with his tongue. There had been multiple times where Grimmjow had fucked that mouth and nearly made the scientist choke as he reached completion; something the pinkette allowed only because he got off on it.

Allowed. Szayel Aporro called the shots, even if it was Grimmjow ramming his cock up the scientist's ass. The only reason Szayel Aporro was able to call the shots, despite being two ranks under him was because of only one thing. Teeth. The times were few and far in between that Grimmjow was able to leave without deep grooves in his flesh from the cannibal's incisors. Sometimes he took a little more than just a bite and Grimmjow was left with a gaping wound, cursing and yelling while the sadist peered down at him from behind his glasses curiously, blood dripping from the flesh between his pearly whites.

It was those morbid images that kept Grimmjow on guard as the octava's head bobbed in his lap. He could deal with chunks of flesh being ripped from his arms, shoulders, sides, and thighs. But if he ever found himself without a dick, well, he'd find a way to kill the gorgeous immortal working to get him off.

"Fuck." Grimmjow growled as he fisted the other man's hair, hips bucking slightly into his mouth. The sexta received a moan of approval in return and that was all he needed to tighten his fingers in the pink locks and thrust his hips up, relishing in the surprised and choked groan the octava made. He continued to hold Szayel Aporro's head in place while he continued to violently fuck his mouth, loud obscenities falling from his lips as he forced his dick into Szayel Aporro's throat.

It only took another minute for the blue haired to go over the edge and hold Szayel Aporro's head in place tightly as he came with a feral growl, forcing the octava to swallow his load. Grimmjow's fingers smoothed the pink strands he had pulled out of place as the other man removed himself, panting and coughing from the abuse his mouth was put through. The scientist's lips were swollen, rouged, and slicked with saliva and traces of Grimmjow's seed. Without giving it a spare thought Grimmjow grabbed the man by the front of his shirt and pulled him forward, crushing their lips together and was rewarded with another groan from the lower Espada.

Szayel Aporro pulled away with blood smeared on his lips and left the bedroom leaving Grimmjow to nurse the deep grooves left on the exposed side of his jaw.

[Bbubbii]

The red head screamed, tossing his head back in pure ecstasy, his lover ground into him again, eliciting another shout of pleasure from his full, swollen lips. One rather hard thrust moved both of their bodies forward, causing the headboard to knock noisily against the wall. The red head moaned loudly, arching his back and clutching the sheets as the lips of his lover closed over his, swallowing his cry. The brunette above him ground into his opening with ardent fervor, loving the sounds coming from his partners mouth, aching to drown out more from those delicious lips.

"Ahh...Neji...h-harder..." He moaned just as the brunette grabbed his hips, thrusting into him wildly.

The red head clutched at the others shoulders, turning his head to the side, moaning uncontrollably as the tip of his lovers prick hit the sweet spot inside of him continually.

Neji angled his body perfectly and, with another hard placed pump inside of his smaller lover, spilled his hot seed inside of him, releasing a groan of his own as Gaara's walls clamped down on him; he felt the sticky remnants of the others lust all over his stomach. As he pulled out slowly, Neji saw the sand-nin below him wince slightly. The red head was still out of breath from their exertion, face flushed from passion and sweat gleaming all over his beautiful body.

The brunette lifted up then, hands still on narrow hips, his long hair tickling the face and torso of the one beneath him, to stare into hazy, lust-sated green eyes.

"You know we'll never hear the end of this if he finds out..." He breathed softly, watching the beauty beneath him grin widely, eyes still half lidded.

"Who cares? He probably wouldn't even mind..." Gaara paused, looked to his right and narrowed his eyes then chuckled breathlessly, running a hand through his damp hair.

Neji's eyebrow quirked. "Knowing Naruto, what makes you think that?"

Naruto stood in his doorway, dumbfounded at what he just witnessed. Gaara sighed and crawled on the bed towards Naruto, excusing himself from under the pale-eyed brunette. Gaara grabbed the blonde by his jacket and threw him on the bed, crushing his lips on the hyperactive ninja's.

Naruto groaned into the kiss, just a bit surprised at the young Kazekage's boldness loving the feel of the soft, still slightly damp, pale body against him. His hands were everywhere on that body when the red head ninja found the bulge in his pants and squeezed firmly on his flesh. Naruto moaned again.

Hadn't he had enough? Naruto felt strong, yet gentle hands caressing his bare skin, removing his clothes, until he was as naked as his other two partners, Then, to his extreme pleasure, Naruto felt something hot and wet slip over his aching member.

Neji slipped him entirely into his welcoming mouth, grinning at the way the blonde's hips bucked beneath his head, impaling him slightly with the hard member. He pushed the hips back down, restraining the other so that he may continue safely with his previous activity.

Naruto groaned into Gaara's exploring mouth again when the brunette hovering over his lap sucked firmly, bobbing his head up and down, increasing the friction between his legs. The blonde dug his hands into the blood red hair of the jinchuuriki, pulling his face closer so that he may deepen their kiss. When they broke apart for air, however, the red head moved his attention lower, to Naruto's nipples, flicking a small pink tongue over each one in turn before gently biting the hardening flesh. Naruto released a low growl, seeing as he couldn't do much else, what with both other ninja just out of reach, delivering pleasure that had his head spinning.

Gaara made an excruciatingly slow path down his stomach, tongue tracing the swirl and design of his sealing mark; eventually joining Neji, face right at Naruto's crotch. Neji released the blonde from his mouth when he noticed the curious tongue of the ally ninja. He watched as Gaara licked the shaft slowly and heard as the rasengan user mumbled an equally drawn out moan. The brunette smirked, placing his tongue at the base of the blonde's shaft at the same time as his red head partner, mimicking his actions, dragging his tongue up ever so slowly, watching with pleasure as Naruto writhed beneath them, a few decibels close to screaming.

Naruto came hard, unable to hold back from the double-attention he was receiving in his nether regions.

Neji and Gaara were covered in Naruto's lust. Drops landed on Gaara's cheeks and mouth, Neji, on his nose and chin. The sand-nin laughed at the spectacle the brunette made before licking his face free of the substance, simultaneously stroking Naruto's limps member back to life. He kissed the pale eyed brunette hotly once more before the nin was roughly pulled up on the bed by an unknown force.

That force turned out to be Naruto himself, pushing the byakugan wielder down on his stomach before positioning himself at his opening. The blonde was about to spit on his hand for makeshift lubrication before Gaara did the job for him, placing Naruto's aching member back in his mouth, covering it in his saliva, then allowing the blonde to inch himself slowly into the brunette, gasping a moan.

Neji threw his long hair over a shoulder so that he could look back at the blonde as he entered him. He clenched down on his his jaw, closing his eyes against the burning feel of his unstreached passage. He was so painfully tight and Naruto was incredibly hard, it took a while for the Hyuuga to get use to the feel of the fellow leaf-nin inside of him. When the Uzumaki was fully sheathed, the brunette allowed himself a slow moan.

Fuck, but he was so big...

Naruto began to move, rolling back, then harshly pushing forwards into the brunettes opening. He moaned with each thrust feeling a little jolt of pleasure as the head of the blonde's member brushed past the bundle of nerves that, when hit correctly, would have the usually stoic brunette voicing his intense pleasure. Naruto pushed into him again, rolling closer and closer to his target, angling inch by inch, in no real hurry to reach his goal; he liked to take his time Neji realized when his hips were pulled on harshly and the blonde's hard member impaled him once again to the hilt. The pale eyed leaf-nin gave out a yelp of surprise.

Gaara, feeling a little left out, scooted underneath the brunette so that he was face to face with his dripping manhood. He licked his lips before sliding the organ into his mouth, giving a subtle suck, but by that time Naruto had finally reached that spot inside of the Hyuuga, allowing the movement to send waves of heat to Nejis abdomen and causing him to groan with new fervor, fisting the red heads swollen member in his hand.

Gaara groaned, arching his back, speaking incoherently around Neji's manhood, while the brunette stroked him slowly. Neji moaned when he felt the red head push him further into his mouth, while the blonde behind him pushed against his prostate yet again.

Naruto was close, he could feel it in his stomach, heat pooling where he was connected to the fellow konoha ninja. He pounded into the brunettes opening, feeling the moisture gather at the back of his neck, eying the sweat that glistened along the others pale spine and watching as Neji lowered his head to Gaara's lap, taking the red head completely into his mouth. Naruto came hard again, for the second time that day, when he felt a soft hand squeeze lightly on his balls. He groaned out loudly as he filled the ninja below him and felt the other tense up, the red head below him gave a small gasp of surprise.

Gaara wasn't expecting Neji to cum right after Naruto, but enjoyed himself nonetheless, smiling as he licked the white substance from his fingers. Neji fell to the side, panting from exertion, while the blonde sat on his knees, sweat soaked and exposed, breathing just as heavily as the Hyuuga.

Gaara shuffled over to where Naruto was sitting and gave him a quick kiss on the lips, pushing him back against the bedding and straddling his waist. Naruto could taste Neji still on the red heads lips, the foreign taste mixed in with the familiar taste of Gaara was enough to make the blonde excited again; his member pushed against the sand nin's backside.

Gaara smiled wickedly, bringing three fingers to his lips, slowly sliding them into his wet mouth. Naruto tilted his head as he watched the jinchuuriki's actions, curiosity in his sparkling blue eyes. The green-eyed one above him removed the fingers from his mouth and moved them down and around to his opening, eager to prepare himself. Naruto's member twitched.

Disrupting Gaara's fingers, Neji brushed them aside, sticking out his tongue to lick the swollen puckered hole; Gaara moaned. His tongue moved in out and around the opening, making the red head pant and grind back against his searching mouth. Neji gave one final lick then pulled the red head's hips down and onto Naruto's awaiting member.

Gaara screamed.

Naruto hissed.

Neji laughed and slid the jinchuu's hips up then back down; both ninja groaned loudly. Neji positioned himself behind the red head and slightly leaned forward. Gaara shut his eyes tightly, and clutched Naruto's shoulders, squeezing rigidly as the brunette entered him as well, stretching him painfully. He released a low hiss when he felt the others chest mold fully against his, him member sheathed completely inside of him.

Naruto cried out when Neji moved, their lengths rubbing together in the confined space that was Gaara. Neji pushed forward while Naruto pushed up, filling Gaara completely, causing said ninja to scream out in pain.

The brunette brought his face to Gaara's neck, licking and suckling his tender flesh, groaning with the friction that was caused. His hand came around to stroke the red heads length in time with his and the blonde's movement. Gaara eyes started to glisten with tears that were far from pain. Naruto lifted up, still moving the sand nins hips, grinding him into his and Neji's members, he tasted the saltiness at the base of Gaara's neck and shoulder, moaning again when the red head arched against him.

Gaara came first, spilling himself all over Neji's hand and Naruto's chisled stomach. Then Neji, releasing himself inside Gaara's opening, it flowed down and dripped around Naruto. Then finally it was Naruto, with one final thrust, his seed mixed in with Neji's, joining it in it's flow down the red head's leg.

Neji fell backwards, bringing Gaara with him, still panting. Naruto stayed motionless.

"Still upset that we were doing it on your bed?" Neji asked Naruto quietly. Gaara chuckled.

Naruto lifted up on his elbows. "Eh... I'll get over it."



8D Threesomes. <3

[SetoKaiba]

All Is Fair In Love And War (A RoxasxAxel Story)

Roxas lay there panting in the warm summer night upon the thick grass staring up at the moon. Sora's keyblade laying beside him as blood trickled down the blonde's head. The stars stared down at him, winking at the other in a very repetitive way.
"Interesting Roxas I see you have Sora's keyblade."
Roxas sat up and turned to see Axel walk up behind him. Axel bent down and picked up the keyblade.
"Axel it's all your fault." Roxas cried, standing up. He glared at the red head as the other looked at the blonde shocked.
"How is it my fault? You are the one who stole the keyblade." Axel said, dropping the weapon. His shocked expression changed into a lust full look. Roxas stepped back, trying to avoid the other however was too slow
Axel grabbed Roxas and pulled him closer than ever before; holding him and staring into his eyes.
"And that my friend deserves some kind of reward." Axel whispered lustfully as he let his lips connect with the blonde's. Roxas' eyes stared at Axel thoughout the whole kiss. Axel opened his eyes slightly and smirked, breaking the connection.
"Axel--what are you doing?" Roxas asked, his bottom lip quivvering with fear. Axel let a small laugh exit his lips as his hand ventured under Roxas' shirt.
"I'm giving you your reward." Axel replied evilly, a devillish look in his eyes. He tripped Roxas, gently putting him down on the ground; pinning him. Axel kissed the other opnce more, kissing down the blonde's neck, getting turned on by the feeling of Roxas squirming underneath; making Axel as hard as a board.
"Axel, please don't do this." Roxas whispered, tears rolling down his cheeks, "please; i'm--i'm scared." Roxas' plea made Axel lok into the blonde's eyes. He smiled and nibbled on the other's ear.
"I was scared my first time too; don't worry." Axel went back top what he was doinfg. His hand ventured up Roxas' shirt and carressed the boy's chest, making the other's muscles relax. Axel could tell Roxas wanted this, the boy was allready hard.
Axel's other hand wandered down to Roxas' pants, undoing them slowly, a faint blush overcoming the boy's face.
"I know you want this." He whispered to Roxas. Roxas nodded, his blush getting even more red. Roxas hgad his eyes closed, Axel smirking once more.
"Be gentle." Roxas squeaked as Axel was pulling off the boy's pants. Axel nodded and took ROxas' member into his mouth, sucking on it. A small cry escaped Roxas' lips as the blonde squirmed some more as Axel sucked and licked. Axel started playing with Roxas' blls, Roxas was blushing even more. A quiet moan came out of roxas as Axel slipped a finger into Roxas' tight rectum. Axel slipped his finger in and out, adding another to widen the muscle. Roxas' moans became louder everytime.
Axel got onto his knees and gently flipped Roxas on his knees as well.
"You ready?" He asked, unzipping his own pants. His hard cock popped out and he rubbed it against Roxas' small hole. Roxas nodded to Axel's question and Axel gently and slowy pushed inside. Roxas gave out a couple of cries before it started to get deeper; feeling good.
"Roxas, how does this feel?" Axel whispered, gently thrushing in and out. Roxas was gasping, he could not even talk. Axel smirked once again and bent over onto Roxas' back, and reaching down; grabbing Roxas' cock. As Axel thrusted, he played with the hard member, making Roxas moan even more.
"Axel; I--I like this." He whispered, miling a little. He looked back at Axel, his eyes shining. Axel smiled at this and grabbed Roxas around the waist, and he made Roxas sit on top of him.
"Ah!" Roxas cried as Axel went even deeper. Roxas quickly learned to push himself off and onto Axel's dick. He did so obediently and twisted his body, their lips connecting once more ina very passionate kiss.
Axel reached around and started to rub the other's dick once more; Roxas still moaning, enjoying the time with the other. He bounced up and down, his dick becomming harder, a great sensation flowing through his body.
"Axel--I'm coming--for you." Roxas whispered. Soon enough, Roxas' cum flew out of his cock, tainting the grass and some of Axel's hand. Axel started to thrust once more as he lapped up the salty treat off of his hand.
"And I shall do the same for you." He whispered.
"Ah!" Roxas cried as he felt Axel's cock pulse inside him, filling him up with warm cum. Roxas sat on Axel for a moment. both of them sweating and gasping.
"So do you want me to do this for you again sometime?" Axel asked, wrapping his arms around the ohter's stomach as he still sat on the grass. Roxas looked over his sholder at the other.
"Maybe." He repled, taking Axel in for another deep, passionate kiss as they sat there in a seual, sensational bliss.

[Cherry Dynamite]

It was appalling. It was disgraceful. It was completely inconceivable. Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez had been demoted, no, he had been entirely stripped of his title as the sexta Espada. The former Espada had even lost his arm to that holy-than-thou fuck Tosen.

It was absolutely infuriating to Szayel Aporro.

There wasn't a chance in all of Hueco Mundo that the scientist would even associate himself with the blue haired man. Not only would he be lowering himself to Grimmjow's level, but all it'd serve to do would be to bring back unpleasant memories of the time of his own failing. Both were things the narcissistic octava would not, could not tolerate and because of that he found himself stuck in a high state of sexual frustration.

This just isn't going to do, no, not at all. Szayel Aporro had thought to himself on the fifth night of Grimmjow's falling. He laid in his bed, white sheets mused around his sweat covered body, with his hair sprawled around his head creating a pink halo. His hand was still grasping his spent cock in hand, stroking it languidly now and then as he tried to think of a way to solve his perpetual state of hormones. At this rate, Sazyel Aporro was going to have to take Nnoitra up on his late night offers even if the very thought made his skin crawl.

That's when it hit him. An idea so obvious, so incredibly genius that the ovtava Espada didn't know why it didn't come to him before. Just the very thought of successfully completing what he had in mind, which he would, brought his cock back to life. The scientist was almost laughing as he fisted his cock, back arched off the bed while his fingers worked the tight passage of his ass once again. It only took a few minutes before his stomach was covered with white and Szayel Aporro collapsed back onto his bed breathing hard.

Tomorrow, Grimmjow.

There was never a time the cannibal was more excited to conduct an experiment.

[Cherry Dynamite]

"You've really outdone yourself this time, Szayel Aporro, old chap."

Lying in front of him, stretched out on his examination table, was a life sized doll of Grimmjow lying as if he was asleep. It was a mirror image of the former sexta Espada, with his arm still in tact and the 6 standing out boldly against soft, toned skin. The likeliness stroked Szayel Aporro's ego as a scientist to have given life, in a sort, to such a perfect replica. It also served to stoke a fire in the pit of his lower stomach and the more Szayel Aporro stared at his creation, the tigher his pants became.

Above the body was a large computer screen displaying multiple rooms in Hueco Mundo from the many security cameras - including Grimmjow's room, which after the scientist hit a few keys, expanded and took over the entire screen. The loudmouthed Arrancar was currently lying on his bed, staring impassively at the ceiling, and Szayel Aporro had the strongest urge to change that.

His amber eyes drifted from the screen to the mannequin and he closed the space between himself and it. With his superior knowledge and special ability, this doll was going to help him relieve himself of his sexual frustration and Grimmjow would even get some fun out of it. The cannibalistic scientist couldn't wait to watch Grimmjow's reactions.

Let the game begin. Szayel Aporro thought as he pulled off his gloves and stripped out of his clothes. Fully nude with his cock standing erect and already dripping, the octava Espada climbed elegently onto the table and straddled the mannequin's slim hips and settled his weight down on the lifeless doppelganger.

Behind him a surprised grunt could be heard from the screen.

Note: I wanted to post this on New Years for Kyo but I got distracted and bah, Jan. 2nd, 2010 isn't bad either, right? It's only 3am for me, to me, it's still the 1st. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

[Cherry Dynamite]

Nagato shivered and it wasn't just from the constant rains that plagued Amegakure. Beneath an eave of a building Yahiko had cornered the red maned shinobi and had him pinned between his body and the cold wall. Slim fingers clutched at Yahiko's shirt as the blue eyed male cupped his groin, manipulating heat and Nagato's body in ways he never would have guessed Yahiko capable of.

"Y-Yahiko..." Nagato's fingers tightened their grip as Yahiko's hand became bolder. "What if Konan-" Before he could further question his friend, Yahiko covered Nagato's mouth with his own and effectively stunned the male into silence. His Rinnegan eyes widened considerably as Yahiko's tongue entered his mouth and for a fraction of a second he considered pulling away, but then Yahiko sucked Nagato's tongue into his mouth and bit down, Nagato's knees turned into water.

His leader was there to support him and deeper their bloodied kiss, allowing the thin Rinnegan user slump against him. Nagato groaned lowly in his throat when Yahiko bit into his lower lip and kept the flesh between his teeth as he pulled away. Their eyes locked for a moment and Yahiko's hand came to a still against Nagato's clothed, hard cock. Nagato's breath came out in a quick repetition of shallow pants, barely audible over the pouring rain.

Lavender eyes darted down to Yahiko's red lips and without giving it a second thought, Nagato leaned forward and initiated the second kiss himself. He could feel Yahiko smirk into his mouth and then a chill ran up Nagato's spine as cold air suddenly embarrassed and contrasted the heat below his waist. Yahiko had maneuvered his cock free from the confinements of his pants.

Nagato's pale cheeks flushed, though only some of the color was from embarrassment, and moved his hands to clutch at Yahiko's shoulders. Yahiko's fingers stroked him steadily, carefully, even as he ravished and bruised the redhead's lips. When Nagato went rigid against him, Yahiko swallowed his friend's moan of completion and continued to milk Nagato of his pleasure until the aftershocks of his orgasm slowly came to a halt.

For a long moment the two shinobi stayed together beneath the eave, one looking out over their rainy village while the other struggled to compose himself. Neither of them spoke about what transpired, what it meant for the two of them. After all, they'd be meeting with Hanzō soon - they couldn't afford to acknowledge their feelings, not now.