These are actually turning out to be the rough draft of a full fic, aren't they? Random tense-change warning, because I can't write this sort of thing in past tense.
Naruto being Naruto, he doesn't think anything of Ekusa's request. "C'mmere!" he says, and before Sasuke can do anything to stop them, he's passing the brush through Ekusa's newly-thickened fur, and the most Sasuke can do is try not to let his reactions show. He ends up sat on the floor, head tilted back, breathing deeply to keep himself from whimpering or saying anything. He doesn't even notice the flush that's slowly climbing his neck, and Naruto certainly doesn't, but Sakura does.
Sakura notices that Sasuke, Ekusa and Naruto are so involved in what they're doing that they've forgotten she's even in the room. She hunches her shoulders a little and glares at Raksu, because it's his fault that they're there, being made to feel worthless. Raksu glares at Naruto and Ekusa jealously, turns himself into another angora rabbit, and wriggles under Naruto's hand - the one that isn't holding a brush.
Naruto jumps, surprised, and Ekusa glares at Raksu, who gives her a triumphant look. "Sakura doesn't mind if he pets me," he says smugly, and Sakura would tell him off for talking like that to Ekusa, but Naruto just started stroking him while he's brushing Ekusa's fur and she can't think.
She ends up flat on her back on the floor, because sitting up would take too much concentration, and all she can concentrate on is how it feels to have Naruto stroking Raksu over and over again, warm comfort and strength and she can't imagine why anyone would think that their daemon being touched by Naruto would be a bad thing, but she doesn't want anyone else trying it because this is special, just between them, and sharing it with Sasuke and Ekusa is one thing but she won't share with anyone else.
She hadn't realised before - Naruto's hand had touched Raksu for such a short time she'd only noticed the emotional impressions she got, not the physical sensation. But now, now he's touching Raksu slow and constant and she can feel it like someone's brushing a hand over her, and she understands why Sasuke's breathing so deeply. It tingles, almost like pins-and-needles but feeling so good, and she can't help shifting restlessly with each pass of Naruto's hand.
She's too pleasure-dazed to notice that Naruto has finally abandoned the brush to stroke Ekusa the same way he's stroking Raksu, Sasuke too lost in the feeling to complain even if he wanted to (and he doesn't, he wants this, needs this and Ekusa won't let him deny it to them both when Naruto is right here and offering). Sasuke is trying to hide how much it's affecting him, and there are hardly any signs at all, but the only thing he's aware of now is Naruto's hand on Ekusa's back.
And Naruto... Naruto is heavy-eyed and smiling a smile that no one has ever seen before on his face. Pure contentment. Because while he's here, touching these two daemons, all he knows is that he's accepted. And that's the only thing he's ever wanted.
Team Seven Daemons 4
Naruto being Naruto, he doesn't think anything of Ekusa's request. "C'mmere!" he says, and before Sasuke can do anything to stop them, he's passing the brush through Ekusa's newly-thickened fur, and the most Sasuke can do is try not to let his reactions show. He ends up sat on the floor, head tilted back, breathing deeply to keep himself from whimpering or saying anything. He doesn't even notice the flush that's slowly climbing his neck, and Naruto certainly doesn't, but Sakura does.
Sakura notices that Sasuke, Ekusa and Naruto are so involved in what they're doing that they've forgotten she's even in the room. She hunches her shoulders a little and glares at Raksu, because it's his fault that they're there, being made to feel worthless. Raksu glares at Naruto and Ekusa jealously, turns himself into another angora rabbit, and wriggles under Naruto's hand - the one that isn't holding a brush.
Naruto jumps, surprised, and Ekusa glares at Raksu, who gives her a triumphant look. "Sakura doesn't mind if he pets me," he says smugly, and Sakura would tell him off for talking like that to Ekusa, but Naruto just started stroking him while he's brushing Ekusa's fur and she can't think.
She ends up flat on her back on the floor, because sitting up would take too much concentration, and all she can concentrate on is how it feels to have Naruto stroking Raksu over and over again, warm comfort and strength and she can't imagine why anyone would think that their daemon being touched by Naruto would be a bad thing, but she doesn't want anyone else trying it because this is special, just between them, and sharing it with Sasuke and Ekusa is one thing but she won't share with anyone else.
She hadn't realised before - Naruto's hand had touched Raksu for such a short time she'd only noticed the emotional impressions she got, not the physical sensation. But now, now he's touching Raksu slow and constant and she can feel it like someone's brushing a hand over her, and she understands why Sasuke's breathing so deeply. It tingles, almost like pins-and-needles but feeling so good, and she can't help shifting restlessly with each pass of Naruto's hand.
She's too pleasure-dazed to notice that Naruto has finally abandoned the brush to stroke Ekusa the same way he's stroking Raksu, Sasuke too lost in the feeling to complain even if he wanted to (and he doesn't, he wants this, needs this and Ekusa won't let him deny it to them both when Naruto is right here and offering). Sasuke is trying to hide how much it's affecting him, and there are hardly any signs at all, but the only thing he's aware of now is Naruto's hand on Ekusa's back.
And Naruto... Naruto is heavy-eyed and smiling a smile that no one has ever seen before on his face. Pure contentment. Because while he's here, touching these two daemons, all he knows is that he's accepted. And that's the only thing he's ever wanted.