Naruto Fic
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lierdumoaTitle: Wait
Pairing: Naruto/Sasuke
Rating: Hard R/NC-17
Summary: Futurefic based on what I've seen through ep. 135. Shameless angsty porn. Unbeta'd. I'm fairly certain this is the worst thing I've ever written.
They find him at a men's club.
Naruto and Sakura sidle up around the back and peek through a window, searching the tables until they find Sasuke in the center of the room, surrounded by Orochimaru's other henchmen. The cursed seal is blotted across his neck like a finger painting. Naruto pictures Orochimaru's fingers on that skin for a moment and sees red. He shoves away the thought. Anger isn't helping.
He needs to talk to Sasuke tonight, somehow.
Somehow.
He lifts a hand, signaling to Sakura. She turns to look at him. "I have an idea," he whispers.
"So do I. You stay back while I go in there and --"
"Pretend to be a waitress?"
"I...yeah. You too?"
"Yeah, except I figured I'd go in there with you."
"How do you expect to do that?"
"Seduction technique, of course!" Naruto grins, and in a flash goes from an orange clad idiot to a voluptuous blonde swathed in a short, form fitting black robe.
Sakura smacks him hard in the face. "That'll never work, you idiot. They'll be able to tell you're faking."
"They'll be half drunk! The only one who'll recognize me like this is Sasuke."
"You can't be sure of that."
"You'll stick out more than I will. Your boobs are way smaller than the other waitresses'."
Sakura hits him again, just on principle ("Stop! You'll give me bruises!") before altering her appearance to better match the men's club employees.
"Service entrance," they say, in unison. They make their way to the door. Naruto deftly picks the lock.
Sakura quickly knocks out two waitresses ("I can't hit a girl!") and steals their name tags. A closer look at the uniform reveals that each sleek black gown has an animal pattern snaking from breast to hip. A snap of her fingers adds an artful dragon print to her ensemble. She turns to Naruto so see that he has drawn a fox. She tosses him one of the tags.
"I don't look like a Satsumi, do I?"
"You look like a silly boy playing dress up -- now clip it on."
"Fine, fine." He glances at her tag. "Kashimi?"
"Cutesy stripper names. They probably aren't even real."
Naruto gives her a quick leer before grabbing up the wine Ms. Satsumi was holding and sashaying into the main dining area. "I'll work the far tables. You try to get close to Sasuke."
Sakura nods, then grabs a dish of hors d'oeuvres and follows him out, only to find herself held back by a hand grabbing her ass. She turns to see some rich asshole grinning drunkenly up at her. One hand snaps down to grab his wrist and she twists until she hears something pop. The grin transforms into a pained frown. Shit. She's fucking this up already. She covers with a soft, overly fake giggle, pats the man's limp hand and drops an hors d'oeuvre onto his plate.
A waitress grabs her by the elbow and whisks her into the kitchen. "What, are you new here? Don't ever attack the patrons, got it? Pull something like that again and you're fired."
"He grabbed my --"
"Why do you think they come here? For the food? Get your act together or go back to the streets."
Sakura glances desparingly over her shoulder. Naruto is nowhere in sight. "I'm sorry," she murmurs, glancing back towards the waitress who has her in tow.
The woman smiles. "Hey, it's okay. Just don't do it again, alright?"
Sakura nods obediently.
"Hurry up and get a bottle of saki from the back. Baldy and his party of pricks in the back corner want the house's best."
The doors to the kitchen slam shut behind her. The noise is easily drowned out by conversation from various tables, but for some reason Sasuke finds himself snapping his head up to look. Something is wrong. He feels he's being watched. He stares at the closed kitchen door, then scans the rest of the room trying to figure out what his instincts are telling him.
He finds himself staring into the bluest eyes he's ever seen.
Naruto.
Sasuke gives his ex-friend a look he hopes conveys the sentiment, "Get the fuck out of here." Naruto, unfortunately takes this as an invitation, sidles up to the table and plunks himself down in Sasuke's lap, giggling flirtatiously.
"Anything for the gentleman?" he simpers. He leans in close to Sasuke's ear. "A quiet word outside, perhaps."
Sasuke turns his lips into the curve of Naruto's neck and hisses under his breath, "Get out of here."
Naruto shivers softly. "Not without you," he whispers back.
The next thing he knows, Sasuke is prying the wine bottle from his fingers and whisking him out the side door of the building.
Their exit is followed by much rude hooting and whistling. Naruto yanks away from Sasuke the minute they find themselves clear of the doorway. "What the hell was that for? Why'd you make a scene?"
"Me make a scene? You were in my lap."
"Look, let's just find somewhere more private to talk, okay?"
"No, I'm not going anywhere. You're leaving. Right now."
"Damnit, Sasuke, he's using you. He'll kill you when he's done playing with you. He wants you for a host body. Why are you having drinks with that bastard?"
"You have no respect for power."
"You have no respect for yourself."
"That's rich coming from a guy disguised as a chick dressed up like a floozie."
"Sasuke! Fuck. Someone's coming."
The words are barely out before Naruto finds himself slammed back against the wall of the club, Sasuke's tongue plundering his mouth. Oh god.
Oh god.
Sasuke pulls back, breathless, a devilish look in his eyes. "They gone yet?"
Naruto frowns nervously. "Sasuke, let's get out of here."
He can feel Sasuke's thumb sliding across his right breast, feel the nipple tightening into a sensitive peak. Dark eyes peer into his. "What if I want to stay."
"Sasuke, you're drunk."
"No I'm not." Sasuke dips in for another kiss, then slides up Naruto's jaw to nip at his earlobe. "Neither are you."
Naruto gasps, thighs shuddering against the hard brick at his back. "Sasuke..."
"I think I like you like this, Naruto." The hand drops from his breast to creep up under the hem of his robe. There's a tug. A slight burn as he feels his underwear ripped out from between his legs. Fingers tease at the moist heat between his legs.
"You really go all out with this transformation technique. Perfect down to the last detail. How long can you stay like this?"
"S-Sasuke..."
"How long?"
Two fingers slide easily into him. Naruto bites his lip. A tiny moan escapes. Sasuke is hard now, he can tell. "Days," he blurts out. "Days if I don't use up chakra for anything else."
The fingers start stroking while Sasuke uses his other hand to fumble with his pants. Naruto feels himself being lulled into the rhythm of it, his false body begging for it. The next thing he knows, his leg is being lifted and Sasuke is sliding into him, impaling him against the dirty wall. Naruto whimpers.
"Sasuke, why..."
"Stop following me, Naruto."
He pulls back, only to drive forward in a hard thrust. Naruto gasps. The sound is definitely all pleasure.
"Stop hunting for Orochimaru's hideout."
Naruto arches in his arms, barely hearing the words, hips rocking forward to take more of him.
"Stop leaving me messages in whatever town I'm in."
Naruto's slammed back again so hard he knows he'll have bruises later.
"Stop trying to save me."
The hand slides down from his breast to tease at his clit. Not real, he thinks. Not real. Still, he barely has time to catch his breath before he's sobbing into Sasuke's throat, shuddering under the boy's bruising grip, coming in his arms with a scream that's not quite female. Not quite human.
One more thrust, and Sasuke follows, gasping loudly, almost growling, teeth bared in a grimace. A minute passes before he regains his composure enough to speak. His words come out loud and angry. "I've abandoned you. I've beaten the crap out of you. Now I've taken you up against a wall like some back alley whore. Give up, Naruto. Give up on me."
Naruto curls shaking fingers up into Sasuke's hair and draws him into a long, plaintive kiss. After a minute, he pulls back enough to speak, missing the contact already.
"I don't know how."
"Goddamnit, Naruto." The words are meant to sound angry. They come out broken.
Naruto kisses him again. "I don't want to know how."
A beat.
Sasuke carefully unwraps Naruto's legs from his waist and sets them back on the pavement. Naruto takes a moment to find his balance. "This changes everything, doesn't it?"
Sasuke nods.
Naruto starts to ask why, but figures Sasuke doesn't know any better than he does. Drink does funny things to people. Kind of like love. Instead he says, "I don't think I'll tell Sakura-chan about this."
Sasuke nods again, then pins Naruto under a peircing gaze. "I won't let him kill me, you know."
"He's one of the Sannin. He's so strong --"
"I know. It doesn't matter. I won't let him kill me." Sasuke's lips twist into a smile he hopes is reassuring. "So you can stop following me. I'll come back eventually. I just have to finish this first."
Naruto smiles. "You promise?"
Sasuke freezes for a moment, then nods one final time.
In a flash, Naruto's a boy again, wearing his regular orange ensemble, grinning like the goofy idiot he is. "I think I'll keep following you anyway, just in case." With that, he runs down the alley, back towards the center of town. Sakura will meet him at their hotel soon enough. He's not worried. She knows how to take care of herself. And Sasuke...
Sasuke keeps his promises.
Pairing: Naruto/Sasuke
Rating: Hard R/NC-17
Summary: Futurefic based on what I've seen through ep. 135. Shameless angsty porn. Unbeta'd. I'm fairly certain this is the worst thing I've ever written.
They find him at a men's club.
Naruto and Sakura sidle up around the back and peek through a window, searching the tables until they find Sasuke in the center of the room, surrounded by Orochimaru's other henchmen. The cursed seal is blotted across his neck like a finger painting. Naruto pictures Orochimaru's fingers on that skin for a moment and sees red. He shoves away the thought. Anger isn't helping.
He needs to talk to Sasuke tonight, somehow.
Somehow.
He lifts a hand, signaling to Sakura. She turns to look at him. "I have an idea," he whispers.
"So do I. You stay back while I go in there and --"
"Pretend to be a waitress?"
"I...yeah. You too?"
"Yeah, except I figured I'd go in there with you."
"How do you expect to do that?"
"Seduction technique, of course!" Naruto grins, and in a flash goes from an orange clad idiot to a voluptuous blonde swathed in a short, form fitting black robe.
Sakura smacks him hard in the face. "That'll never work, you idiot. They'll be able to tell you're faking."
"They'll be half drunk! The only one who'll recognize me like this is Sasuke."
"You can't be sure of that."
"You'll stick out more than I will. Your boobs are way smaller than the other waitresses'."
Sakura hits him again, just on principle ("Stop! You'll give me bruises!") before altering her appearance to better match the men's club employees.
"Service entrance," they say, in unison. They make their way to the door. Naruto deftly picks the lock.
Sakura quickly knocks out two waitresses ("I can't hit a girl!") and steals their name tags. A closer look at the uniform reveals that each sleek black gown has an animal pattern snaking from breast to hip. A snap of her fingers adds an artful dragon print to her ensemble. She turns to Naruto so see that he has drawn a fox. She tosses him one of the tags.
"I don't look like a Satsumi, do I?"
"You look like a silly boy playing dress up -- now clip it on."
"Fine, fine." He glances at her tag. "Kashimi?"
"Cutesy stripper names. They probably aren't even real."
Naruto gives her a quick leer before grabbing up the wine Ms. Satsumi was holding and sashaying into the main dining area. "I'll work the far tables. You try to get close to Sasuke."
Sakura nods, then grabs a dish of hors d'oeuvres and follows him out, only to find herself held back by a hand grabbing her ass. She turns to see some rich asshole grinning drunkenly up at her. One hand snaps down to grab his wrist and she twists until she hears something pop. The grin transforms into a pained frown. Shit. She's fucking this up already. She covers with a soft, overly fake giggle, pats the man's limp hand and drops an hors d'oeuvre onto his plate.
A waitress grabs her by the elbow and whisks her into the kitchen. "What, are you new here? Don't ever attack the patrons, got it? Pull something like that again and you're fired."
"He grabbed my --"
"Why do you think they come here? For the food? Get your act together or go back to the streets."
Sakura glances desparingly over her shoulder. Naruto is nowhere in sight. "I'm sorry," she murmurs, glancing back towards the waitress who has her in tow.
The woman smiles. "Hey, it's okay. Just don't do it again, alright?"
Sakura nods obediently.
"Hurry up and get a bottle of saki from the back. Baldy and his party of pricks in the back corner want the house's best."
The doors to the kitchen slam shut behind her. The noise is easily drowned out by conversation from various tables, but for some reason Sasuke finds himself snapping his head up to look. Something is wrong. He feels he's being watched. He stares at the closed kitchen door, then scans the rest of the room trying to figure out what his instincts are telling him.
He finds himself staring into the bluest eyes he's ever seen.
Naruto.
Sasuke gives his ex-friend a look he hopes conveys the sentiment, "Get the fuck out of here." Naruto, unfortunately takes this as an invitation, sidles up to the table and plunks himself down in Sasuke's lap, giggling flirtatiously.
"Anything for the gentleman?" he simpers. He leans in close to Sasuke's ear. "A quiet word outside, perhaps."
Sasuke turns his lips into the curve of Naruto's neck and hisses under his breath, "Get out of here."
Naruto shivers softly. "Not without you," he whispers back.
The next thing he knows, Sasuke is prying the wine bottle from his fingers and whisking him out the side door of the building.
Their exit is followed by much rude hooting and whistling. Naruto yanks away from Sasuke the minute they find themselves clear of the doorway. "What the hell was that for? Why'd you make a scene?"
"Me make a scene? You were in my lap."
"Look, let's just find somewhere more private to talk, okay?"
"No, I'm not going anywhere. You're leaving. Right now."
"Damnit, Sasuke, he's using you. He'll kill you when he's done playing with you. He wants you for a host body. Why are you having drinks with that bastard?"
"You have no respect for power."
"You have no respect for yourself."
"That's rich coming from a guy disguised as a chick dressed up like a floozie."
"Sasuke! Fuck. Someone's coming."
The words are barely out before Naruto finds himself slammed back against the wall of the club, Sasuke's tongue plundering his mouth. Oh god.
Oh god.
Sasuke pulls back, breathless, a devilish look in his eyes. "They gone yet?"
Naruto frowns nervously. "Sasuke, let's get out of here."
He can feel Sasuke's thumb sliding across his right breast, feel the nipple tightening into a sensitive peak. Dark eyes peer into his. "What if I want to stay."
"Sasuke, you're drunk."
"No I'm not." Sasuke dips in for another kiss, then slides up Naruto's jaw to nip at his earlobe. "Neither are you."
Naruto gasps, thighs shuddering against the hard brick at his back. "Sasuke..."
"I think I like you like this, Naruto." The hand drops from his breast to creep up under the hem of his robe. There's a tug. A slight burn as he feels his underwear ripped out from between his legs. Fingers tease at the moist heat between his legs.
"You really go all out with this transformation technique. Perfect down to the last detail. How long can you stay like this?"
"S-Sasuke..."
"How long?"
Two fingers slide easily into him. Naruto bites his lip. A tiny moan escapes. Sasuke is hard now, he can tell. "Days," he blurts out. "Days if I don't use up chakra for anything else."
The fingers start stroking while Sasuke uses his other hand to fumble with his pants. Naruto feels himself being lulled into the rhythm of it, his false body begging for it. The next thing he knows, his leg is being lifted and Sasuke is sliding into him, impaling him against the dirty wall. Naruto whimpers.
"Sasuke, why..."
"Stop following me, Naruto."
He pulls back, only to drive forward in a hard thrust. Naruto gasps. The sound is definitely all pleasure.
"Stop hunting for Orochimaru's hideout."
Naruto arches in his arms, barely hearing the words, hips rocking forward to take more of him.
"Stop leaving me messages in whatever town I'm in."
Naruto's slammed back again so hard he knows he'll have bruises later.
"Stop trying to save me."
The hand slides down from his breast to tease at his clit. Not real, he thinks. Not real. Still, he barely has time to catch his breath before he's sobbing into Sasuke's throat, shuddering under the boy's bruising grip, coming in his arms with a scream that's not quite female. Not quite human.
One more thrust, and Sasuke follows, gasping loudly, almost growling, teeth bared in a grimace. A minute passes before he regains his composure enough to speak. His words come out loud and angry. "I've abandoned you. I've beaten the crap out of you. Now I've taken you up against a wall like some back alley whore. Give up, Naruto. Give up on me."
Naruto curls shaking fingers up into Sasuke's hair and draws him into a long, plaintive kiss. After a minute, he pulls back enough to speak, missing the contact already.
"I don't know how."
"Goddamnit, Naruto." The words are meant to sound angry. They come out broken.
Naruto kisses him again. "I don't want to know how."
A beat.
Sasuke carefully unwraps Naruto's legs from his waist and sets them back on the pavement. Naruto takes a moment to find his balance. "This changes everything, doesn't it?"
Sasuke nods.
Naruto starts to ask why, but figures Sasuke doesn't know any better than he does. Drink does funny things to people. Kind of like love. Instead he says, "I don't think I'll tell Sakura-chan about this."
Sasuke nods again, then pins Naruto under a peircing gaze. "I won't let him kill me, you know."
"He's one of the Sannin. He's so strong --"
"I know. It doesn't matter. I won't let him kill me." Sasuke's lips twist into a smile he hopes is reassuring. "So you can stop following me. I'll come back eventually. I just have to finish this first."
Naruto smiles. "You promise?"
Sasuke freezes for a moment, then nods one final time.
In a flash, Naruto's a boy again, wearing his regular orange ensemble, grinning like the goofy idiot he is. "I think I'll keep following you anyway, just in case." With that, he runs down the alley, back towards the center of town. Sakura will meet him at their hotel soon enough. He's not worried. She knows how to take care of herself. And Sasuke...
Sasuke keeps his promises.
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Date: 2005-05-26 01:44 am (UTC)Naruto curls shaking fingers up into Sasuke's hair and draws him into a long, plaintive kiss. After a minute, he pulls back enough to speak, missing the contact already.
"I don't know how."
"Goddamnit, Naruto." The words are meant to sound angry. They come out broken.
Naruto kisses him again. "I don't want to know how."
*whimpers*
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