Gamble

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Nexus

A/N: A long time in the making, that is all. Hiatus and all that good stuff. Point in fact, to let everyone know you have two stories to thank for my return: Sound of Dreams and Volatile, bloody amazing pieces of fiction. You also get to thank yourselves I forgot how good it feels to have such wonderful commenter’s as yourselves.

Gamble

Sasuke was pissed, not disturbed, not angry, not murderous, well perhaps murderous, but he was just pissed. Sasuke knew something had been up with his dobe since the encounter in the hallway. He hadn’t expected his best friend to do something as cruel as he had though. He really hoped that it hadn’t happened to any of the other Uchiha family members, it was bad enough that he was plagued with this thing. Sasuke believed he did not deserve this type of punishment. Sasuke also believed that the blonde idiot couldn’t make something like this possible. At least he thought it was all Narutos fault.

Naruto was going to pay, perhaps with his life.

But that would be too messy. Blood was so hard to clean out of clothes and certain surfaces and he didn’t think there was enough all-purpose cleaner to clean up all of the blood in the idiot’s body. The blood had to run to something and since Naruto didn’t have a brain he had to have more blood then the average human being.

Now Sasuke was a patient man, he was also a very smart man. He knew that getting Naruto would be a challenge. He knew there would be certain obstacles that he would have to cross, one of which being the fact that Naruto was 100% completely straight. He’d cross that hurdle when he got to it, no biggie. But you had to wonder; he took the blowjob in stride. Sasuke had come to the conclusion, because he is a smart man that Naruto was either:
a) Not 100% straight
b) A little curious
c) Just plain horny as most teenagers tend to be
d) All of the above.

As stated previously in Sasuke general psyche, Sasuke is a patient man. He could take the waiting; he had been waiting since he was thirteen after all for the blonde dobe. But there were a few things that Sasuke couldn’t stand: Gaara, Neji, Hinata, and generally anyone who got even remotely close to the blonde. In reality that would mean everyone and since Sasuke hates people in general we now have a reason for why he does. But Naruto is a people person, he compels people to come close to him, close to the sunshine and when they get to close, fire. They burn up in his wild emotions and can’t help but are devoured by the flames. Then again if you’re local resident ice pricks you get thawed to a point of ice burn and just want to get closer to Naruto. Sasuke being local resident ice prick number one knew the dangers of getting to close but he had thrown that all to the winds when he had started to see the stares directed at the blonde for more than his charming smile. He was the only one who could look at Naruto that way and he would horribly kill, maim, slaughter, or eviscerate anyone who got close or thought otherwise.

Sasuke was still pissed. He was pissed at Naruto because this was entirely his fault, in some strange way it just had to be his fault. If something went wrong in his life it just had to be because of the blonde. So being in this situation, still being in this situation had the dark haired male fuming. Fuming in a sexy way mind you.

Naruto was so going to get it. Not right now though, right now he was a little preoccupied.

The toilet flushed for the umpteenth time that night. Sasuke stood up for one full minute before inevitably sitting right back down on the porcelain bowl.

Sasuke had diarrhea and Naruto was going to pay.

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I hadn’t fully realized when Sasuke and me landed on the bed. It was all an alcohol-induced haze for me. I couldn’t really comprehend what was even happening anymore over the roaring of blood through my veins. His tongue was curling inside my mouth, spreading fire through my blood. My hands ran down his still clothed back and slipped under the material.

“Uhn… Sasuke” I moaned or groaned or whimpered. I felt a smile grace my neck where he began to nibble like some kind of animal thing, sucking followed. I grasped at his back the muscles flexing under my fingers. His crafty lips scaled down my quite naked chest. How did I get naked? Was this a bad thing? Sasukes lips came into contact with a very sensitive, very hard organ and I ceased to care. I bit my lip hard to contain the noise that would have left my throat the minute Sasukes throat constricted around my cock.

“Gah, Sasuke, harder!” I fisted my hand in his hair marveling at the smooth texture. When I’d be sober later I’d come to realize that maybe Sasuke could be in an herbal commercial as well. Sasuke started to suck harder bobbing up and down at a torturously tortoise like pace. My hands fisted harder and harder not fully caring if I was hurting the other teen, he’d deserve it somehow. Sasukes hand slithered up my body, caressing a nipple before gripping my wrists tightly above my head.

“Damn it, Sasuke!” I screeched and tried moving my hands in his grasp. I felt a rumble like a purring engine or something really good because I could only gasp and arch my back off the bed. That must be exactly how girls feel on top of washing machines or something. I fisted my hands around his neck hard when I realized he was laughing at me. Sasuke smiled at the tug and released my cock from his mouth with a wet popping noise, I whimpered in response. Well that is before he took his shirt off and I noticed the strong graceful quality of his chest. Damn, he was godly. My legs were shifted and I looked around in confusion.

When, how, what?

I felt fingers at my entrance and squeaked or squawked in indignation. I started to thrash like a wheat thrasher or some type of automobile that thrashers around. My legs were pulled further apart when he settled in between my legs. I realized at this point because the booze had started to wear off that this was not a good thing.

Not a good thing at all. I was supposed to lose my virginity to a sexy mama, or a cute schoolgirl, not, not Sasuke! I squeezed my eyes shut to try and stop my heavily panting breath.

“Sasuke, stop, you jackass” I panted out. I felt a tongue run across my neck and nip at the skin there and I couldn’t help but shiver. I opened my eyes to see long hair pooling over my chest and onto the pillow.

Wait long hair?

A finger thrust itself up into me and I tried to scream and edge away but a hand clamped over my mouth.

“Now, now Naruto-kun you wouldn’t want anyone running in here to see you in here like this,” Itachi panted out against his hand removing it quickly to place his heated lips over mine. I squeaked and he thrust his tongue inside to plunder and search. He pulled back minutes later with a grin on his face, his hands reaching down to his pants to unbuckle them. He pulled down the zipper ridiculously slowly.

“Now, I’m going to fuck you Naruto.” He smiled a little deviously and my eyes widened when I saw him fully.

Oh, shit.

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Sasuke sighed in absolute bliss. It was over, finally over. He had been on that damnable porcelain death bowl for over two hours and he wondered if Naruto had been over his own toilet, because he was drunk and stuff. Sasuke contemplated going over there to see how the idiot was doing but couldn’t decide so he made a list in his head like he often does.
1) He could be sleeping
2) He could be sick
3) He could be dead (A thought that made him both sad and happy for his previous trauma)
4) He might not want to see Sasuke
5) He might be naked
6) He might be horny
7) He might need Sasukes help in some manner
8) Sasukes spider senses were tingling

After creating his mental list Sasuke realized that perhaps it was in the blondes best interest that he should assist him in any needs he might have at the moment. That or stay in his room and play some type of game, going back in the bathroom to jerk off doesn’t seem all that appealing even if Sasukes half hard and wanting. That or another list could simulatiously formulate in the back of his mind for no other reason than this is Sasuke and he’s weird that way.
1) Sasuke could be sleeping
2) Sasuke could be playing the newest version of Grand Theft Auto (Beating the shit out of civilians always gives Sasuke a sense of utmost satisfaction)
3) He could be beating himself off (But as previously stated not that appealing, even if he was horny as all hell)
4) Sasuke was hungry (Not food hungry, Naruto hungry as he often is)

So on that note he decided to go into Naruto’s room, which was coincidently right beside Sasukes. So quietly as to not wake up anyone Sasuke walked out into the hall and slowly opened up Naruto’s door, the sight before him was enough to make his vision go red.

“Shit, fuck Itachi stop.” Naruto whined thrashing his head from side to side.

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I couldn’t even move and Itachi was right there, doing stuff. I couldn’t see what he was doing but he was doing, stuff. He was doing stuff with a place that wasn’t to have shit pushed into it, shit came out of it, simple fact of nature. (Sasuke was well aware of this fact by now.) My eyes bulged open when I felt a tight pressure against my ass but then it was gone. I looked to the side and there stood a red-eyed Sasuke pinning his brother against the wall. I immediately used this opportunity to hide my prized bits and pieces under the expensive silk sheets. Silk feels good. I sat up slowly afraid that something bad might happen to my ass. From that moment on I swore to every higher power that my ass was off limits.

“You bastard! You fucking bastard! What the hell did you think you were doing?!” Sasuke yelled in Itachi’s face, little bits of saliva hitting Itachi in the cheek.

“Exactly as you said it little brother, I was fucking.” Itachi smiled smugly, removing Sasukes hands from his shirt collar. “Naruto didn’t seem to mind, did you Naruto-kun?” I stared at Itachi like he’d grown a second or third head, my lips gasping for air like a fish. I looked over at Sasuke who was still giving Itachi the iceberg death glare.

“I, uh, I was uh, sorta drunk,” I stammered my face going red. Note to self: a drunk Naruto, is a gay Naruto, don’t ever get drunk again.

I stared at the bed for a while since I realized looking anywhere else might result in my imminent death. Beds are amazing pieces of furniture; I mean they provide you with good quality sleep. There are different types of beds too with mattresses of course, can’t have a bed without a mattress. The one I was currently lying on felt nice and firm much better than those water bed deals. Imagine if one of those sprung a leak, that’s one hell of a wet dream. The frames are something else entirely ever tries going frame shopping you get this look, a look that should only be warranted with the purchase of four-poster beds. It’s like you broke the frame by doing you know bad stuff, like sex or something. Now four-poster beds scream sex and well I’m glad I don’t own one because getting tied up really didn’t appeal to me right then. Then there was more to a bed then just sleep and at that point in time wasn’t something I really wanted to think about just incase my brain imploded in on itself or something. And for Christ sakes it was a four-poster bed! At least it wasn’t one of those vibrating motel deals or else you could call me a whore, a virgin whore.

“Get the fuck out of this room Itachi!” Sasuke used all his weight to throw Itachi towards the door. Itachi just smirked at him grabbing his pants from where they had fallen during the, what was it, sex, making out, some type of new age homo erotica? I wasn’t too sure, ask me again when I’m sober, if I’m not scarred or repressing that is. Itachi opened the door after he got his pants on but stopped momentarily.

“Just remember this Sasuke, every time you touch him, look at him, kiss him, you’ll always remember that I was the first one to claim him.” Itachi smirked and closed the door quietly. The room went quite silent after that.

Awkward silence.

“Naruto,” I glanced up at Sasuke who stood stiffly near the door. “Did my brother fuck you?” He looked at me for the first time since the hallway and I actually saw a flicker of emotion in those cold, stormy depths.

“No, like I, the great Uzumaki Naruto, would ever let anything like that happen. If anything I’d be doing the taking!” I saw Sasukes mouth twitch slightly before he moved to sit on the edge of the bed.

“Dobe. Are you tanned everywhere?”

I squeaked for the third, four maybe fifth times that night in indignation.

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Just to let you know the Uchiha household was a very big place and considering the fact that a lot of booze was consumed last night, I thought we’d be okay. Sasuke had even said ‘no one’s going to be awake at six in the morning.’ I of course believed him. So I packed up the dress, the wig, and the implants and proceeded to head down the hall in another pair of Sasuke’s clothes. This time a nice navy blue t-shirt and some rather snug white shorts. He ordered me to wear the panties but what he can’t see can’t hurt him, or whatever. So yeah, I was going commando yet again in Sasuke’s clothes. We were down the hall and about to pass the kitchen when we heard roars of laughter. Apparently we both hadn’t taken into consideration the fact that no one had slept at all last night.

Uchiha’s sure knew how to keep the party going.

I opened the door slowly and gapped at the spectacle. I couldn’t believe my eyes.To tell you the truth I don’t think I’ve been this freaked out since that time I walked in on Kiba jerking off in my bedroom. Of course, last night was a shocker too. Hell the past week has really raised the bar. I squeaked and turned the corner, or I tried but Sasuke grabbed my arm. His one eyebrow was lifted in question.

“Your mom’s naked,” I squirmed in his grasp and tried to look anywhere but at him or the door. Here’s what shocks me, he actually releases me and goes to check and comes back calm as a really relaxed cat.

“So?” He shrugs.

He shrugs, like seeing ones mother topless in a room full of guys is a natural occurrence. As if watching her give a lap dance to someone who isn’t her husband, or having money waved in her face like a stripper was normal. There was something really wrong with this family because if that’s normal what have I been doing wrong. Scratch that, now I know why Sasuke’s so damn weird.

“Dude, you’re fucked up.” I snorted and started towards the door again. It didn’t take two steps before I stopped in my tracks with a very tall, very male Uchiha blocking my path. And look at that if it isn’t Obito, a very drunk Obito who smelt a little like a mix between booze, vomit and sex. Which clearly made me wonder because as far as I knew I was the only unrelated person at this party, so if he was having sex it had to be in the family. That was a whole new level of ew.

“Hey Sasuke, how’as your girlfriend?” He swings his arms around my very stiff shoulders and I proceed to gag at the very smell of him. Scratch previous statement, he smells like garbage. Then it hit me like his arm patting my ass, he called me a girl. Well, it was warranted since I did pretend yesterday, but I was clearly a man today!

“I don’t know ask Itachi.” I just gawked. GAWKED. I stared at Sasuke like he’d completely gone insane. I looked at him in hope, to please re-align that statement with the correct tracks because that was wrong on so many levels.

“So Itachi got a go with the sexy lady, can I have one too? You know we could be like cum brothers or something?” By this time my vision had gone completely red and I turned to face him. I looked him dead in the eye a sweet little smile on my face and proceeded to knee him in the groin. When he was directly at eye level with my crotch I proceeded to palm it and in the most menacing voice I could muster, spoke slowly and deadly.

“You see this, you know what this is? It’s called a penis guys have them. Is anything about this girly to you? DO GIRLS NORMALLY HAVE DICKS BECAUSE IF THEY DO LET ME KNOW BECAUSE I’VE BEEN SERIOUSLY MISINFORMED!” Okay well, half way through I turned back into the regular Naruto but it was still mildly intimidating. I heard a snort from behind me and smiled because that was Sasuke’s ‘I’m slightly amused with this situation noise.’ Obito was gapping up at me; just imagine the look on his face if I actually whipped out my dick. That’s a funny thought. At my outburst everyone ran out of the kitchen, Mrs. Uchiha thankfully with a top on. I thanked the gods above that they did something right this week. Well that was until they all looked at me funny.

“WHAT?!” I barked like a German shepherd not one of those little shits. It was a deadpan look throughout the long hallway and I couldn’t help but become fidgety. I felt the intense need to suddenly confess all my sins it was just that awkward.

“You’re a boy.” Someone in the small crowd stated. Well, yes thanks for finally stating the obvious. I smiled charmingly around at the group and proceeded to do something very Naruto-like, which in other terms could qualify as being stupid. I smirked my usual foxy-smirk and did something I might regret later on.

I kissed Sasuke.

Mind you at this point I couldn’t blame it on alcohol or whatever but that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t try. It was a chaste kiss… oh what the hell am I saying I thrust my tongue in his mouth and plundered it for all I was worth. There is no chaste kisses for hormonal teenage boys, there’s all the way or no way at all. I pulled away smugly before I caught sight of something I didn’t want to see in a long time.

Itachi.

I picked up my bag and ran so fast out the door I’m pretty sure I created a tail wind. Sasuke walked out the door with smug satisfaction written all over his handsome face.

Damn it! His face is not handsome!

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Later in the car I would come to the realization that Itachi had looked absolutely adorable and could actually be labeled a human. Of course, I wouldn’t say any of this out loud because I’d have to come to a very sad realization and I wasn’t quite ready to cross that line just yet. But my thoughts couldn’t stop me from snickering out loud, no matter which way Sasuke looked at me.

Itachi had bed head. It looked like a tiny bird had come up to nest in his hair. And that’s usually how Sasuke’s hair looked on a good day. But for Itachi that was a dampener on the pride-o-meter. He wasn’t perfect after all.

“Dobe, what the hell are you giggling about.” Sasuke stated flickering his eyes from the road to me. For the record I don’t giggle which I will proceed to tell Sasuke since he apparently doesn’t know this fact. Girls giggle, men do sometimes when intoxicated, but I Uzumaki Naruto do not giggle. He had no reasons to even say that to me anyway, the bastard snorts.

“For the record bastard, I don’t giggle, I chuckle, and I snicker, and I laugh. I do not giggle. And it’s really none of your damn business what I’m LAUGHING at.” I proceeded to stick my tongue out at him, which didn’t do much since he was looking at the road anyway.

“I beg to differ usuratonkachi, we swapped spit in front of much of my family, I think it’s my business. Also, don’t stick your tongue out at me unless you plan to use it.” Sasuke smirked and glanced at me from the corner of his eye. I couldn’t help but huff and blush a little. I would later deny the act of my blushing and would state that I had been scratching my face, which could definitely describe the redness. “So what were you giggling about?”

I am going to kill Uchiha Sasuke, perhaps not today, perhaps not tomorrow but someday and I would be magnificent. I glared at him from the passenger seat and crossed my arms childishly. I smirked suddenly for a wicked thought had entered my head, oh a very wicked thought indeed. I proceeded to tell him this wicked thought in a sigh. “Itachi is so damn sexy.”

Now I’ve never really feared for my life before but this past week has changed a lot of my perceptions on life. It also brought me my first feelings of déjà vu ever. The car skidded to a miraculous halt on the side of the road and I couldn’t release my white knuckled grip from the dashboard. I couldn’t look over to my left; I really couldn’t because death was glaring into me full force.

“Naruto,” Can you die just from words because I felt pretty damn chilled. Is frostbite even possible in this weather or were those icicles clinging to every word. I turned slowly to see him staring directly at me with these wild, crazy eyes and I wanted to whimper.

Dear god I wanted to whimper.

That is a pretty scary sentiment in itself. Uzumaki Naruto does not whimper, not usually anyway, there have been instances where a small keen has been emitted but nothing more. Or so I like to think, my ego couldn’t take the plunge to admit that I am a whimper-er. So I stared death directly in the face and took a deep breath and took it like a man.

Like a man who normally gets kissed by other guys. So I wasn’t normal I could so deal with that. But Sasuke looked like he was going to cut my dick off and wave it in front of my face with a sadistic smile plastered on his face. Well he probably would if he didn’t need it for something. Sasuke always has a plan and for some reason the current one needed my dick. I liked this plan; as long as I could keep junior every plan was good for me. That is until his hand grabbed junior with vice-grip strength.

This time I whimpered.

I could feel his other hand working on the clasps of his white shorts. I could feel him lowering the zipper but I couldn’t open my eyes because of the pain. Trust me this is a situation you wouldn’t want to be apart of. But then the grip was gone and I was left with a second of relief. That is until I felt Sasukes hand go up and down my cock slowly. If I didn’t know better I’d think he was trying to erase the previous pain but since I know Sasuke that’s not what he’s doing at all. My cock of it’s own accord got hard and I cursed the damn thing. One day I’d praise teenage stamina, when I’m old and need Viagra but right now not so much. I felt his lips go down on me and then my eyes widened and I clutched at his hair, my knees coming up reflexively to frame his head. He started sucking and bobbing and I could feel the heat all down my length and the saliva trail from his mouth. I gasped my back arching off the seat. It couldn’t be very comfortable for him but a point was being made. Somewhere in my brain I knew a point was being made.

“Did Itachi do this for you? Did he suck your dick into his mouth until you couldn’t help but cry for more? Did he have you running your nails down his back in ecstasy? Did Itachi give you so much pleasure that you were begging him to fuck you? Is that it Naruto, did he? Did you?” Sasuke spoke his warm breath going across the head of my dick. I whimpered.

“Yeah,” I cringed when I felt my legs being violently pushed farther apart and his hands holding them down with bruising force. His mouth descended back to my cock and worked it up and down. His teeth coming into play to add pain to pleasure, for this was a lesson that Sasuke wanted to teach and at the moment I was listening. I felt him graze his teeth against my sensitive skin and not bother to ease the burn with his tongue. He sucked and curled his tongue around the head and made deep growling noises in the back of his throat. I thought about reaching for him but apart of me gave of little warning signs and a little red light went off in alarm. ‘Danger, danger, pissed off Uchiha with dick in mouth, could lose at anytime.’ And I did lose it, I lost it all in Sasukes waiting mouth.

“But I’m the only one who can make you cum, the only one who owns you. The only one you’ll ever touch again. Isn’t that right Naru-chan?” Sasuke jerked my head forward with my hair. I couldn’t pull my eyes away; a bit of cum was sliding down his chin that had escaped his mouth. I gasped sharply when he jerked my head harshly. “Right? You belong to me, right Uzumaki?” I stiffened and looked him in the eye.

“Right.” I gasped when his mouth descended on to mine and he kissed me with such bruising force that I was well aware that my lips would be red for a week. I felt his tongue crash against mine and I could taste myself on his tongue. I tried to back away from the taste but his hand tightened in my hair and I was forced to taste myself. He pulled away slowly and I watched him zip me back up into his white shorts. I was forced to meet his eyes when he glanced back up at me without a single emotion on his face.

“You’re all mine.”

The rest of the ride was spent in silence.

I couldn’t tell you how happy I was to finally be back in my room. How happy I was to see the very clean, very rancid milk colour of the carpet. I couldn’t tell you how confused I was to see the actual carpet or the sketches framed on the walls. I couldn’t even tell you how shocked I was to see a very similar head of black hair walk in through the only other room there was in the small dorm. I could tell you how frustrated I was when I heard the first words out of those similar yet foreign lips.

“Yo dickless.”

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So there, I hope it wasn’t ridiculously disappointing.

Hopefully there will be more updates in the future. I will do all I can to unsure that this will be done.

Anything you’d like me to possibly add or consider for this story, you know the drill.

Love you all,
Nexus