Borusara- Addiction

by UsoraiWrites

Summary:

Do you know which is the most dangerous drug?" the woman questioned unfazed.

The girl whispered "No"

" Love"

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There are four stages of addiction. And when two leaders of the rival clans give in to their temptation and start an illicit affair against their better judgement, it doesn't take long for them to go through all the four stages of addiction -

And towards their fated destruction.

For Love- at last, is a dangerous drug.

Chapter 1: AUTHOR'S NOTE

Hi, my dear Borusara fam! 

 

Thank you for being here.

 

It's been quite some time since I have posted some Borusara fanfiction here. So, let me get straight to the point- this story has been sitting on my draft for a year or two. After a consensus poll on Twitter, I have decided to complete and post this story on AO3 and Wattpad.

 

But please be kind and read these points below:

 

Disclaimer: 

 

*I don't own Naruto/ Boruto franchise or any characters.I only own the plot of this fanfiction.

 

Main Ship: Borusara

 

Secondary Ship : Kawasumi

 

⚠️ Warning ⚠️

 

*This ff is 18+ 

Sexual themes, Gore/ Blood, Abusive language, discussion on drugs/ addiction, themes of  cheating/  affair.

 

* I personally condone extramarital affairs in any shape and form( this was one of the reasons this story got shelved up until now) This story  may contain themes of affairs/ cheating but that doesn't mean it is to be promoted in any shape or way. These kind of activities is highly discouraged by the author in real life( In short, grow a pair, tell the truth clearly, apologize and break  up instead of fucking around like a mad dog)

 

* Sub genere- Erotica

 

*Consensual Age appropriate Sex

 

*All titular characters are adults in their 20's

 

*Bold - Dialogues

* Italics - Discription 

 

Chapter 2: I. The First Taste

Summary:

Stage 1. The First Taste

It just takes a taste to get addicted.

Notes:

SONG: DIET MOUNTAIN DEW ( DEMO) by Lana Del Rey

Hope you enjoy this chapter. Feel free to give constructive criticism and positive comments

 

SONG- DIET MOUNTAIN DEW ( DEMO) BY LANA DEL REY

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Love is a Drug.

 

Sarada halted in her never- ending path- only to look up in hopes to see a glimpse of a vast expanse of blue sky – tainted with the patches of white. Instead, she caught the sight of nothing but huge green foliage that shaded them from the light of the sky. She didn't remember exactly for how long she had been on walking- but strangely, it didn't bother her much- for she wasn't alone.

 

"Shouldn't we just take a rest or something. We had been walking in this maze for God knows how long"

 

Sarada faced her infamous blonde comrade who was beside her- clearly pissed off from walking for the time that looked like eternity. She saw him from the side- but she was experienced enough to point out his discomfort.

 

The girl looked at the staunch branches of the trees. They could have jumped through them.

 

But they didn't that day. 

 

"Let's walk some more. Maybe we could find a place to relax" Sarada finally spoke. Boruto agreed.

 

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Love is a drug

Sarada looked up to find herself staring at the vast expanse of blue sky – tainted with the patches of white. The afternoon sun shone brightly. The birds chirping and the sound of gushing waterfall mingled together perfectly, creating a soulful harmony. She felt peace.

 

"Are you sure you don't want to bathe?" a familiar deep voice interrupted the harmony around " I can keep the watch if you want" 

 

Sarada huffed "No, I just want to lay for a moment"

 

"Are you sure?"

 

"Why are you so admanant about me getting into those waters, Boruto?" She closed her eyes- irritated.

 

Silence.

 

"Because I want to see you naked" Boruto jiggled his eyebrows.

 

Sarada eyes shot open as she felt a shock run throughout her body. "You pervert!! Mitsuki was right, you ARE A CLOSETED PERVERT!!!!!" The Uchiha bellowed as she got up to punch some sense inside that brat's mind. But he sprinted away, giggling.

 

"Says the girl who is here, right in front of me- waiting eagerly for the show to start"

 

"SHUT UP BAKA!!!"

 

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Love is a drug. 

 

You see, it all starts with a tiny trigger. The drug. It is offered to you- in the most generous and subtle way possible. You know that it is harmful- you know it is dangerous. No, no, its fatal. So, no wonder you will deny it first. For – you know, as a rationale individual that it is the best course of action.

 

So, you would just lay down with your onyx eyes shut close on the slight green slope near the waterfall just doing nothing. But then the curiosity would strike. A strange kind of keenness. Subtle yet impactful. Then your rationale would warn you- question you for why didn't you just get up and leave- and might so you will, for you are stubborn Uchiha. But then as you would stand up to depart- you would find yourself entranced for that split second.

 

And that second would be enough.

 

Enough to ruin you;

 

Enough to ruin Uchiha Sarada.

 

For the droplets of water shone on his bare back. His blonde hair wet and tousled in a mess. The trigger. She tried to hide her blush- and felt guilty to witness him in such a vulnerable state. But she didn't know it was her that she should feel bad for- 

 

She was the one vulnerable.

 

But she halted. Staring at his pile of clothes. All the pieces were there. And the mere sight of them churned something strange- something new inside her abdomen- not knowing when her logic seemed to get lost in her mind. That was when she turned to him again. He was there, in the middle of calm waters -his back still was wet than ever- and something about it made her twitch down there- her core making itself wet. And in no time she felt herself being uncomfortably drenched.

 

She couldn't take it anymore.

 

With rationale completely clouded- and mind deluded, the temptation veiled itself in disguise of pure curiosity. But it wasn't curiosity, it was temptation. Yes, it was that temptation- not reason that controlled her. That made her untie herself from her clothes to step inside those deep waters she couldn't retreat from. Those itchy pieces of clothes- the only barrier that could have saved her dignity- fell on the ground- pooled beneath her feet, without any shame whatsoever- for at last temptation exceeded rationale itself.

 

For at last- love is a drug.

 

Little temptation -or curiosity, one can say- is always there. Haven't we all just at a point of time in our life- that point being the ages of around the golden years of teenage dreams, where unharmful temptations tends to override rationale, most of the damn time; where you fantasize about all things deemed forbidden and they all, surprisingly seems so amazing.

 

All because of the cocotion of newfound feelings that are fated to come with that age; which contains a little bit of curiosity, a small pinch of unharmful temptation, and a lot of rush- that precious excitement caused by adrelanine. This cocotion is what makes one fantasize- many a times with wide open eyes- as one takes the first lick of the drug itself- having done so thousands a times in the dream world- or a tempting kiss.

 

It was all one and the same thing.

 

As for the staunch Uchiha Sarada- when she was living those golden years of her life- was guilty of the same crime. Yes, even the composed heiress of the Great Uchiha Clan- known for her exceptional skills and extraordinary intellect would spend her nights fantasizing about a certain someone. She was around 14. When she first dreamt a dream that she shouldn't and it all escalated till the Uchiha Sarada found herself- in the privacy of her silent personal chambers; when the night was at all time high- touching herself with his name on her lips, until she reached her own.

 

His name;

 

That damned name-

 

Uzumaki Boruto.

 

And no- she wasn't proud of her illicit fantasies- all suprisingly about a certain blonde comrade that arose from those ambers of lust. And when it was all done and dusted- all was blamed on her curiosity. But the very next day, with a new dawn, she found herself back to square one again.

 

Now at 21, her teenage years were left behind- with all those scandalous fantasies and adrenailaine rushes being gone for good. Or what she deluded herself to think.

 

A unadressesd temptation, you see, is a dangerous thing. Its like the hot molten fluid- steaming and gurgling within the hard yet fragile expanse of rocks that make the surface; all hot and ready to spulrge out. It just needed an outlet-

 

Or a trigger.

 

And that was what she got- a tiny trigger. It was enough to give her a strange confidence at that moment- which was more so the consequence of her logic dulling as temptation deluded her mind. And maybe it was because of this, her outer senses had hightended. For became too aware of her little movements; the wind felt cooler as it caressed her exposed back. Her long black locks swayed in an untuned rhythm. The water of the fallen cascades seemed to send a chilly tingling through her whole body just by submerging the tip of her foot in the lake. As she slowly approached the man-the object of her illicit desires- in the most shameless way possible, she felt the heat of her core spreading through her whole body; something so hot that even the droplets of chilled waters on her submerged body seemed to evaporate from it. The sound of her heart racing was audible amidst the deafeaning shrill of falling waterfall. The mist of boiling water should have dampen her sight- but that was not so. Instead, she could feel her vision sharper and more alert without activating her Sharingan. So sharp that she could even make out the scars that marked his back. Battle Scars.

 

And the thing was that she knew the story behind each one of them- of all the wars won and of all the battles lost. And it was only her- for she was the one to treat them all when it was all just red and fresh wounds. But now they were old scars he wore- like a medal of honor.medal. And Oh she would lie if she said she wouldn't be the one to preach his stories proudly , if ever given a chance-

 

even though they were established rivals.

 

A fact that wouldn't change; a fact that should have been enough to halt her steps from diving deeper into the waters she could never escape.

 

But at last,it wasn't. For reasons failed to inhibit her tempting desires.

 

As her feet took her deeper, she saw the blonde's back stiff and his sharp senses going on alert. His unique chakra held a powerful radiance; strong yet warm- and altogether familiar. She halted as she found his broad back standing tall in front of her-with just mere inches in between their bodies. Marred with honorary scars, Sarada found her fingertips tingling to trace those aeons old marks mapping his whole bare backside. His muscles contracted - like his breathing had elevated somehow.

 

And so, she did what her instinct dictated.

 

The first touch of the drug on the fingertips.

 

With her long fingers, she gently started to trace those all old marks -spreading like winding roads- that lead to nothingness, remembering each and every story of valour they held. She felt his muscles go stiff under her fingertips; his breath halting for a moment. The dazed Uchiha slightly continued to trace her fingers involuntarily; from the outlines of the warrior's toned back- to his sturdy biceps. No sooner did her hands traverse towards his staunch chest than she found her head on his bare back, their naked wet bodies barely maintaining the distance it should.The Uchiha heard the blonde taking a sharp breath in- his chest finally moving -but at an unusual heavy pace. His scent made her feel dizzy than ever- commanding her to close her eyes whilst her hands continued to wander aimlessly; like a lost nomad.

 

Suddenly she felt one of her hands restricted by a strong hold.

 

"Don't" His voice was strangely raspy- too haunting to not fuel her delusion. But it pierced like a sharp sound of death's knell; warning them of unforeseen consequences. For a moment did she regain her meddled consciousness than she found her fingers were dipped way down his navel; its tips, which were tracing his v line, were slightly submerged in water.

 

The steam around them spread like lavender haze.

 

The roaring of cascading waters dampened amidst the sound beating hearts-

 

Two beating hearts.

 

" It won't end well" His whispered was hoarse; his breathing rough.

 

For a fleeting moment it felt like those words were meant for her;

 

But she was wrong. 

 

Those mere words were soon contradicted by its own preacher when the ravenette sensed the man in front of her turn- to face her. She kept her gaze up shamelessly.His left eye was slashed aeons ago- now it just left a deep scar. 

 

There were thousands of scars on his body -

 

this one was her favourite.

 

But it was something else; something unusual in that sharp gaze- that shot a heat throughout her body - all down to her core. She felt all the droplets of water on her naked skin evaporate- leaving a strange burning sensation on those soft spots.

 

His  strong scent hit her. The first smell of the drug. He smelled of musk.

 

His electric blue orbs shone in the same hue as the water they stood in; clouded by dangerous lusty haze of desires-

 

Temptation.

 

In a swift movement, the ravenette felt Uzumaki's sturdy hands slithering to her lower back- jerking her closer to his body. It felt like electric. She gasped when she felt something hard poke her belly. Her eyes wanted to wander - but Boruto's sudden strong hold on her jaw forced her to keep her eyes on his. She felt the haze in his blue eyes clouding her already dimmed vision. The hues of the sky -above ,and the gushing waters -below, all seemed to have merged within his blue eyes; 

 

Soon her eyes wandered to his lips. They were wet...

 

And alluring..

 

somehow.

 

She wished her tiptoeing was enough to cover a feet's distance- for maybe more. But it wasn't .

 

The first taste of the drug.

 

It was him that closed the distance between them- crashing his lips into hers.

 

And from that very moment everything started to go downhill.

 

It just takes a moment- the first taste,

 

for your temptation to win against your better judgement and you are thrown a never ending spiral of uncontrollable pleasure and estacy, losing the last piece of your sanity in the process. Like the unfortunate man walking on a thin line between sanity and insanity; the morals and instinct;the reality and illusion- falling miserably on the wrong side. Like a thirsty nomad in the desert trapped in a mirage- chasing the oasis that never has existed- in hopes to quench his thirst,

 

Until he goes crazy on his own .

 

 

This was what the kiss was. Wild and crazy. Nothing was sweet about it. It was pure carnal desire working on instinct. His lips were hot and burning -tasting like cinnamon . The cold water had ceased to calm down the two bodies that burned together - as if it were any help before. Every touch, every contact left a burning sensation- from her nape of her neck to her trapped hips. From her head down her dripping core. All this intensity made her legs weak, but she knew she wouldn't fall –

 

for he held her close and tight as he continued to devour her mouth.

 

She was surprised how her trembling legs wrapped around him so naturally as he picked her up without ceasing their feverent kiss.

 

The kiss became deeper now that Sarada found herself on his level. Deeper and hotter- exhausting all the oxygen in her lungs. Suffocating. But when she opened her mouth to breathe, she felt his tongue tangling into hers. Eyes shut whilst taking in everything,Sarada's hold on his blonde locks tightened as she found herself dizzy in love.

 

At last Boruto retreated- leaving both of heaving and panting and empty. The ravenette opened her eyes only to see the brave Shinobi in front of her staring at her - the one she had known for as long as she had lived. And even though blessed by Godess Kichijotin herself, Boruto never looked so alluring like he did now. Not even in her wildest fantasies. For his face had gone all red and lips were plump- and bleeding-

 

Just because of her.

 

But before she could admire his beauty further, she was forced to shut her eyes tight again- when Boruto's lips started to leave their crimson marks all over her neck and down, biting her every sweet sensitive spot. With their chest heaving together in unison creating a sweet rhythm of their own, the Uchiha craved for a relief to her burning dripping core.

 

Uchiha Sarada wasn't an epitome of a traditional feminine woman- never; rather she was born and brought up to be a brave fighter and a great strategist- and most importantly a good human being. But she was also a staunch uptight leader who had her morals stronger than anyone of her age.

 

And out of all those ethics, one she (and all the women like her) were taught was that a maiden should devote her heart,mind, body and soul to one and only one man- her husband.

 

But now here she was- with a carnal heart and a delusional mind ; her naked body in heat and demanding to be ravished by a man she even couldn't call to be her lover- whilst her soul was lost in estascy of its own.

 

And so no wonder when she felt the tip of his manhood outside the entrance of her hot core and her favourite blue eye begging for her sole consent, she wasn't the one to refuse.

 

For she was nothing more than a nomad herself, trapped in the mirage of lust - with a hope to quench all her illicit desires and secret dreams.

 

The touch- 

 

The touch of her desires with his. 

 

The smell-

 

The smell of his musky scent.

 

The taste-

 

His taste in her mouth.

 

There was no way back.

 

A single sharp stroke.

 

A simple sharp stroke- it takes -for the line between reality and illusion to blur into oblivion; forcing both the diabolic entities to merge.

 

A piercing pain- a breathless gasp-and he was in her.

 

The world around them ceased to exist. Blurring the line between that of pleasure and pain.Filling that void that had been with her since ages. Taming that fire.

 

At last, they gave in to their temptation- aeons old.

 

Sarada's long legs - that had hooked themselves tightly around her blonde muse's waist - quivered with a sharp pain. She felt something warm run along her thigh. Those were last drops of her own innocence- lost. But she felt no regret; she was too engrossed in the newfound pleasure that came with that piercing pain.

 

Their breaths were heavy; gazes drunk. Their hot breath mingling. The ravenette onyx eyes welled up as she felt his pull it a little out

 

One more stroke.

 

One more stroke and she moaned. The disoriented woman was forced to shut her eyes tight as the long sturdy manhood inside her stretched the walls of her core once again.

 

But it was just the beginning.

 

A familiar set wet lips crashed into hers as Sarada felt Boruto's harsh grip on her round hips tighten, and bringing her closer to him as if trying to imprison her in him without any intention to let her go. And suddenly he amplified his ravishing pace and Sarada felt the world around her spin. Her breast moving in a rhythm with his strong chest, the colours of the sky and the cascade seemed to merge together. Her hips - guided by his strong hold, found its own rhythm with her man's throbbing manhood- creating a sweet blissful torturous fiction. High on lust- driven by instinct, Sarada still tried to hold on tight as she dug her nails deeper into Boruto like he was the only anchor that kept her away from being swayed away by the tides of tempest sea. She felt herself twitch down on him. But that doesn't seem to faze him- for his torturous moves kept on amplifying- like their echoing moans and grunts.

 

"Boruto" she managed to say, somehow.

 

His move became rougher as he hit all the right places inside. High on temptation, her eyes opened in half , and the world slowly dessipitating altogether in the hazy steam; a vortex. Reality and illusion-mixed in one- her senses danced with a melody his thrusts.

 

"Sarada" his husky voice whispered in her ear. She felt a strong bite on the tip.

 

Those were the last words -

 

before he hit that perfect sweet spot - and freed of their suppressed desires.

 

Salvation.

 

Love was a drug- a very dangerous one indeed .

 

 

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Love is a drug.

 

The stars in her eyes reflected in the dark sky above them. The day had fallen- and so as them. The time for her just warped up; amidst the countless kisses and releases, she was a mess and didn't care to keep any counts of their forbidden kisses. Or those lovebites. Or of her releases-

 

And her sins.

 

She was just content where she was at that very moment - her head on his chest- listening to his melodious heart beat- whilst his strong arms entrapped her close to his body.She stared at the moon shining in the night sky. The silence continued to befell on her.

 

She didn't care.

 

" Sarada" She heard a familiar voice calling her name.

 

She hummed in response. She didn't look in his eyes. Neither him.

 

" I am betrothed"

 

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Chapter 3: II-Wants and Needs

Summary:

Stage 2: Wants and Needs

Where an innocent want turns into a roaring need

Notes:

Dear Borusara fam,

I apologise for the delay. I won't lie- this chapter was in my drafts for what we can call ages. The reason being- I wasn't satisfied with the last part{ meadows scene} I had so many alternatives that I got confused.

anyway sorry once again and here is the chapter you all deserve
thank you for your love and support!

P.S- @Flowerflower94 sorry for replying late on Wattpad. Also I found out today only that my wattpad has been glitching. would upload this chapter later there

 

 

SONG: A LITTLE DEATH BY NEIGHBORHOOD

 

 

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There’s a difference between wants and needs;

A big one indeed.

 

 

Somewhere in his memory , the spring wind blew. The garden in front of him bloomed; of Roses and Gardenias. And in midst of it all- she stood. A little shy girl; with short jet black hair and matching eyes. And she smiled; as warm as the gentle sun that was shining above them. But it wasn’t for him, no- it was for  another boy; a brat only 3 days younger than her- with  blue eyes and mangled spiky blonde hair. Who dashed towards her enthusiastically after a long time waiting. He held her hand and both of them scurried away- giggling, towards the dense expanse of new spring blooms.

They were just 5.

 

“ My Young Lord” a simple sentence jerked him back to reality. It was of a house helper. He didn’t look at her - instead he continued to gaze faraway towards the open vast courtyard. His neck was stiff- his head throbbed. But he   didn’t complain. He just stood against the pillar.

The helper continued “ She is waiting for you”

 

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There’s a big difference between Wants and Needs.

 

Want is desire. Want is expectation- that comes after the high of the first taste ends. Want is all your hopes high- with a little bit of dreaming-

 

 And a lot of longing.

 

And he had longed ; for aeons he could not remember- for years he couldn’t count. He just remembered that he had waited-

 

As a little boy :for his childhood friend’s footsteps verbrating in his courtyard,

 

As a teen: for his electric eyes to catch a sight of her,

 

And as a sombre adult: for hearing her sarcastic yet sweetest of taunts.

 

 

He just knew he had waited for her. 

 

Why? He didn't know.

Maybe he didn't care too.

 

As long as she was there in front of him.

 

In that garden of red and white blooms; of roses and gardenias- where they grew up playing in.

 

 

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He walked through the garden hazed in lingering familiar scents and newfound taste. Her taste- that he had discovered recently.  Where? to their only place - beside the koi pond. And there she was, the most beautiful creature among that thriving garden- like always. Sitting down with a cup of her favourite black tea. A sweet lady with a bitter taste- amused, he thought.He strided flawlessly towards her.. She smirked without adorning a gaze towards him. He sat in front of her. On the other side of the table. Her calm smirk didn’t left her beautiful face; her raven hair flew with the wind- unbothered -as she brewed him his favourite green tea. 

“ Only you can do this”

“What?” She asked, her long fingers mixing the tea with hot water.

 

“ Show the head of the clan attitude in the vincity of his own home”

 

She smirked in response 

 

“ You know I can get you assassinated. Our clans are not what we would call …”  He leaned closer only to whisper “comrades”

 

 

Her onyx eyes met his electric blue orbs calmly as she kept the tea in front of him.. “Try me”

 

The haze covered his eyes- intoxicating him.  The smell of roses intensified. Until he was drunk from those cursed waters of the deep dark ocean; her onyx orbs themselves.

And then the haze deepened; the world around him blurred.

 

And that’s how he was jolted out of his futile daydream.

 

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He found himself sitting beside the same koi pond. On one side of the ornate table. The scent of roses faded.The gardenias failed to bloom. But he didn’t complain. He just sat stoically. His blue eye distant, boring at the woman sitting on the other end. She didn’t move; she didn’t speak a word. She looked like a life like statue; realistic yet dead. She reeked of a strong floral scent- man -made. 

Not roses. Not her.

 

“ I am Uzumaki Boruto, the Head of Uzumaki Clan. Hope your travel was safe and sound. Lady Kakei ”

 

The lady’s eyes remained boring down- not daring to spare a look at him. “ It is my pleasure to be a part of your esteemed clan”

 

She kept a cup of his favourite green tea in front of him. 

 

“ We are only engaged. We are yet to be married” He picked up his cup. And took a sip. It never tasted so horrible.

He literally felt the lady in front of him shiver. She fiddled with her purple locks.

“ Do you have any questions for me ?”  He pushed the cup slightly away from him.

 

No noise. No protest.

“ Have your tea. Make yourself comfortable.” His voice was stern.

“ I heard you love green tea. I like green tea too” That was her first words to him. A string of few mumbles and weak words.

 

How revolutionary of her.

 

“ Make yourself at home. Lady Kakei. Until I make arrangements for you to go back to your village” The blonde leader stood tall from his place “ My brother , Kawaki would assist you in your travels. Send my warm regards to Lord and Lady Kakei”

 

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Wants- are natural. Everyone wants something- or someone. Dancers want to dance. Poets want to string sweet words into a song. Fishes wants to swim.

 And lovers want love- like addicts want their drug. Especially after their first taste.

 

It’s natural. Nothing to be ashamed about.

 

That’s why his gaze never wavered when it caught a glimpse of his favourite drug.

 

Her 

 

Amidst the monotonous lifeless crowd , she stood out- shining bright- like always. Like always her  onyx eyes pierced through his soul- enchanting him. After what looked like eternity , she strided towards his arranged procession with pride- with her two comrades. His peripheral gaze caught a red box in her hand. Her small group halted just in front of him and his horsemen. 

 

She bowed down in respect“ Uzumaki Boruto” she acknowledged him - with a melancholic strength. “ And Lady Kakei” she smiled. The blonde leader bowed. 

“ Well Congratulations on your betrothal. You look lovely together” she held her smile- somehow .“ Here’s a small gift to the to -be- Uzumaki bride, as a token of goodwill from the Uchiha clan”

 

He felt his jaw clench. 

 

The lady stole a glance towards her betrothed.  Her purple eyes lay low- submissive.

 

“ You don’t need his permission to accept a gift. It’s for you after all!” The noble lady squealed as the box was shoved playfully into her hands. “Am I right, Lord Uzumaki?”

 

“ I don’t mind at all” His words were cold as stone.

 

“ See?” The onyx eyes imitated a faked smile that could only be caught by him- even though the smile was for the new bride beside him.

 

Only for her.

 

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Wants- they aren’t defined. Never indeed. 

You can draw boundaries- in the starting. But many a times, in truth, you don’t. You turn careless- which is natural-after that first taste; after that first high.

 

That was the reason why the jet black man- rugged and fucked up - found himself -naked and breathless, as he left his mark deep inside the woman beneath him.

 

Without any hesitation.

 

Once again.

 

It surprised him how aloof he was,

 

And terrified how nonchalant she was-

 

Her.

 

The heaving naked woman beneath him -all spoiled and drenched - 

From the rain and his spilled seeds.

 

She never sat back- she just lay on her back; her purple hair splayed on the backseat of her royal carriage- with her chest dancing with every heavy tired breath she took.

 

He lit a cigar and gave it to her.

 

“ You are my brother’s bethroed” 

“ Is that why you fuck me so good everytime huh, Kawaki?”

 

His heart twitched as her words vertebrated in that small carriage.Outside -the raindrops hit the fogged glasses like pelting stones of guilt. He felt her soft legs on his slouched shoulder.

 

She let out a chain of smoke. He didn’t care.

 

“ You know- we all have duties and expectations to fulfill. You, me and him- all.” Her purple eyes stared into blurred oblivion outside. “ Let me make these few days of freedom count.”

 

“ It’s just a fuck”

 

“ Never wanted anything more from you” Her purple orbs met his dark ones. “ Politically, you are useless for us- my bastard group of family. An orphan brought up on the mercy of Great Lord Uzumaki Naruto. Don’t take any offense, will you?”

 

“ Where are these crude words of yours in front of Boruto ?”

 

“ You are a stupid man! No obedient lady talks like that in front of her to -be -husband” she kicked his shoulder playfully 

 

“ Ah what a precious privilege I get to be your fucktoy” he smirked.

“ Aren’t you a lucky bastard, Kawaki?” Her cheerful laugh vibrated. He smiled- as he pinched her exposed nipple.

 

Voices halted. The rain continued to pour outside the messy abandoned carriage. 

Suddenly, the rugged man took something out of his discarded coat’s pocket. And kept it beside the woman.

 

It was a tulip.

 

He saw the lady’s eye widening. The man said nothing. 

“ You know what- Kawaki”

He grunted without sparing a look at her.

“You really are damn stupid”

 

++++++

 

 

It’s when that your want turns into need that all hell break loose.

 

You would never know when- or how it happens. For it takes a moment for a want to become the need. All because you never cared to draw that boundary you should have before. After that first taste- that first high. You go on a hunt- to find more to satisfy that little tinge on your tongue where the drug has burnt its hole for the very first time.

It always that “one taste” again- that one lick; that one sniff. A freaking crumble.

 

He also thought it was natural- a harmless foul play- to live on those crumbs of her

 

To replay that first moment again and again -in his nightly dreams; in his waking dazes..

To steal harsh undignified glances at her..

To let his stark blue orbs search for her amidst the crowded street like a sane maniac- stoic yet vulnerable inside.

 

It was just a harmless machoistic loop of wanting what you could never have- to feed one’s desire on those shabby morsels of moments stolen.

Like a stray starving dog.

 

Like an addict surviving on that one futile taste of the drug he could find- from anywhere;

 

And for a week or two he even tried to convince that those crumbs were enough for him to live by forever….

 

Foolish man- him.

 

Those crumbs were not enough..

 

Memories weren’t enough..

Nothing was damn enough..

 

For him -when it came to her.

 

 

It was just a matter of him seeing his betrothed and his forbidden lover together in front of each other- for all the hell to break loose 

 

To realise the difference between wants - and needs.

 

And heaven and hell- and everything in between knew  he needed her.

 

 

For when need hits - your palms become sweaty, your hands shake, your heart beats fast like raging horses and lungs - they work so hard until they  burn.

 

 

That’s how you hit what they call- “haze”

 

He hit it too. The haze. That’s why he wandered the deserted cold streets at midnight.  His feet seemed to have a mind of their own- taking familiar turns;  hitting known nooks. The chilled breeze blew his mangled gold locks. But he was hot and bothered- and dizzy. And above all -

He was needy.

 

That’s why his feet took him through the nightfall- walking on enemy lines- till they reached their destination -

 

Her house.

 

His chakra veiled- he let his karma glimmer blue as he opened a portal. And let himself pass through.

 

 

In a blink he found himself in a huge room- dark. No light or sound except the filtering nagging moonlight through the balcony window- closed. And amidst that dancing moonlight she stood 

His worst addiction-

His forbidden muse.

 

 

Her back was turned to him- but he knew she has sensed his presence in her room; despite his sealed chakra, she knew. For she knew the faint sound of his steps -and deep breaths.

 

And for she whispered soft.

“You shouldn’t be here..”

She faced him.

 

The moon changed its traction- and so the moonlight fell on the other side of the face. The one that reflected the ornate mirror on her side. And that’s how he fully saw the face of his his addiction; his vice

 

Her.

 

It shone in moonlight. Her pale skin; her black silky hair. Like pearls - she glimmered. 

 

Two  strides and his chest touched hers. He activated his Jougan.  He saw her breath hitch - and her heart skip a beat. Her black eyes- moist and red-shone with apprehension - and vulnerability.

 

He spun her around and pushed her-  so she was bent down with her back to him on the table

 

“ And you shouldn’t be so willing…”

 

He knelt down..

 

To bend for me…

 

His hands hike up her silk Komon up to her hips- as he ripped apart her panties

 

“ To drip for me”

 

A strong aroma hit his nostril -

And there it went-

His sanity.

 

The opium poppy has been used since centuries to produce what is called opium- a popular drug. It is a flower with red and pink petals- with sweet yet addictive aroma - that could make a man go on their knees .

 

And so here he was on his knees for her.. like a devoted addict he had become. In front of her flower - his drug- whose poppy petals were drenched in its own 

nectar- sweet. He took a long drag of its  strong tingling aroma- as he dived headfirst into the sweet pool of drugged nectar; sucking on the nectar from its delicate petals. A soft surprise moan escaped her lips - even she had bit her lips to suppress her shame.

 

But Boruto didn’t care. He only focused on quenching that insatiable thirst that he had endured for what seemed like eternity. He sucked and drank mercilessly - his drenched tongue exploring corners unknown -till her legs started quivering. But his addiction needed more-

 

Her;

He needed her.

 

He suddenly pushed his tongue on her bud above and in an instant- with shameful muffled cry- a gush of arousal drenched his face. His tongue lapped on the release like a addicted madman - devouring the last pinch of his drug.

 

He looked up to his side. A mirror. Where their dark reflection fell. 

 

He stared at her heaving disheveled form- illuminated in moonlight . Her face glistened with sweat; her lips bruised - a sign of her harsh attempt to hide her moans. Her eyes had tears of pleasure glimmering with shame.

 

But no regret.

 

His hands reached for her face- forcing her to face him directly- as his crashed into her bruised one in a brutal claiming kiss. A tear fell from her eye.

 

 

“ Come to our place. Tomorrow. At midnight. I’ll wait, Sarada”

 

 

****

 

 

 

 

The moonlight lit up the midnight skies.The voices of the night screeched in silence. In depth of the woods of Konoha- it stood. Above the glimmering stream- that ancient shrine.

 

Near it - stood a shadow. He snapped his fingers to open a portal. As he made his way into the strange known passage. He found himself in a secluded valley.Of wildflowers. 

 

A gush of wind- he closed the portal discretely As he followed the playful warm wind. For he knew now that it would guide him to his ultimate destination-

 

Her.

 

And he was never proven wrong.

 

For there she stood out- amidst those wildflowers - daisies and daffodils- like an exotic flower she was-

 

A red rose;

A forbidden red rose.

 

And that’s how he end up- Him on top of her brooding naked form. Those silk robes forgotten in a dark corner. His lips on hers. Her heated flower rubbing on his forbidden desire. Bodies burning so close - they could have melted as one.

 

And that’s how he gave in once more to his addiction- her; his wants and needs all in one. And so he pushed in deep. His manhood inside her- claiming her once more.

 

The wind roared in defiance. The stars above burned in anger. But they didn’t care.

 

He couldn’t bring himself to care.

 

Not when her legs wrapped his waist.

 

Not when her nails were dugging deep into his skin.

 

Not when she moaned his name like a prayer.

 

Not when she was letting him thrust deeper into her

 

Not when her walls held him like a vice.

 

Not when he let his seed into her womb.

 

 

He couldn’t bring himself to regret. To care. 

For he needed her- like an addict needed his lovely drug.

To breathe. To survive. To live.

 

 

As he lay inside her heaving- he put his two fingers to check on his activated seal. 

 

As much as he wanted to- he couldn’t let his seed take root.

 

“ I cannot be the other woman, Boruto”

“ You are not” He wiped sweat off her neck

“ So what they say for woman who slee…?”

“ I am betrothed-not married” His voice became harsh and cold.

She fell silent. He remained still. Then suddenly he felt her hold getting tight. He looked in her shining dark eyes.

 

Fine- they side

Fine- he replied.