D/s Naruto

Chapter 10 (Friday 15 June 2007, evening)

“I’m going home, Naruto,” said Iruka. “If you’re alive at the night’s end, find your own way home. And don’t visit me at my home until you are retrained. I won’t have you corrupting my sub.”

“Yes, Iruka,” said Naruto humbly. “I left my cell phone in your car. Would you mind dropping it off at the desk before you go?”

“I’ll take care of it,” said Sasori, shooing everyone out of the room. They all carefully walked around Sasuke’s body on the floor, set down where Kakashi had laid him after catching him. It was ok for another sub to touch a sub, but none of the others could have caught Sasuke. To touch another’s sub was something unforgivable.

When the others were gone, Naruto got the smelling salts, sat on the floor, and put Sasuke’s head on his lap and the smelling salts under his nose. Those long, long lashes fluttered, and then those black eyes looked up at him. Sasuke said, “Please don’t make me wear orange.”

Naruto smiled but didn’t laugh. He look down seriously at Sasuke saying, “You’re probably only going to let me pierce your ear three times, but if you let me pierce you belly, I’ll give you a something orange I guarantee you’ll like: a red gold ring set with a blazing fire opal with a 4.5 luster rating. Though in an ideal world, I’d have you wear the gem of my dreams in your navel.”

“Tell me about it,” said Sasuke, softly, fascinated by the dreamy look on Naruto’s face. He’d seen a look like that before, a look directed at him, but now, Naruto was staring off into a distance, clearly seeing something not here, something he had wanted very badly.

“It’s a natural Padparadscha Sapphire, pear-shaped, faceted, 5.02 carats. It’s rated a 4.7 in color and a 4.5 in luster. It’s a drop of glowing fire you can hold in your hand. If it had been found in ancient India, it would have been put in a god to be worshipped. It’s like the eye of a fire demon, the orange of pure flame.”

“Like your fox,” said Sasuke.

“Yes, just like that,” agreed Naruto.

“Why don’t you have it?” asked Sasuke. “You seem like a man that makes his dreams come true, who doesn’t give up.”

Naruto sighed, “When it was on the market, I wasn’t doing very well. It’s not the sort of thing someone like me buys anyway. I don’t wear jewelry like that. But you, you look good in fancy things. Your body’s the kind meant to wear the finest silk and most precious gems.” Naruto sighed again, adding in his normal tone of voice, “It was 38,583 dollars, too. But, hey, I’m not dead yet. And there’s probably a better stone out there somewhere. It didn’t have a single rating of 5 anyway.”

“What’s a 5 rating mean?” asked Sasuke.

Naruto smiled down at Sasuke, and that look came over his face again like he was seeing something he had dreamed of, longed for, and wanted desperately. “Exceptional,” he said in a husky voice. His finger went to that notch at the base of Sasuke’s throat. “I saw an exceptional Ceylon natural Sapphire, 14 carats, at the last gem show I went to. It was exceptional in 8 out of 9 standards. It wasn’t for sale, but the insurance had valued it at over 150,000 dollars. It would look good here on a collar around your neck. It would bring out the blue in your hair.”

Sasuke rolled his head and stuck up his nose, managing to convey disdain and dismissal even with his head in someone’s lap. “Only exceptional in 8 out of 9 standards? And 150,000 dollars? Itachi’s new Lamborghini he got for his birthday last weekend was over twice that. If I put on a slave collar, it will cost more than my brother’s car.”

Naruto smiled down at Sasuke, “So it’s like that is it? Well, I guess like the commercial goes. One pair of Armani pants, $300.”

“Three hundred and ninety-five dollars,” said Sasuke.

“One Versace silk shirt, $900,” said Naruto.

“Four hundred and ninety-five dollars,” corrected Sasuke.

“One white gold hand-crafted slave collar set with a rare, exceptional blue diamond, made by the great goldsmith Uzumaki Naruto, 2.5 million.” Naruto paused waiting for a correction by Sasuke, but he said nothing. Then Naruto added, “Having Uchiha Sasuke as my slave, priceless.”

Sasuke felt a sharp pain in his chest, like he’d felt earlier that night. He rolled over and curled up, one hand pressed into his chest. “What is it?” asked Naruto.

“Chest pains,” said Sasuke. “I had them earlier, too. I once had a collapsed lung. It passes.”

“Jesus God, Sasuke, you can die from a collapsed lung. We should get you to the hospital.”

“No, Idiot,” said Sasuke. “I’m fine, the pain goes away. I’ve lived with this for years now, and Itachi’s had a million doctors check it. Besides if Kakashi liked my back, I’m sure you’d be arrested if we showed up at the emergency room. I think I just need to eat.”

“Fuck, the food’s probably cold,” said Naruto.

“There’s a microwave,” said Sasuke.

Naruto crawled over the table on his knees and grabbed Sasuke’s dinner and handed it to him. “Check if it needs reheating,” he said.

“You really do need retraining, Master,” said Sasuke slyly as he took the dish and picked up a piece of meat with his bare hand. He bit into the steak.

“You said `Itachi,’” said Naruto, and then, cursed, “God dammit, why the fuck did I point that out? It’s your fault with your chest pains and fainting! You’re fucking delicate!”

Sasuke laughed, “You so strange, Goldsmith Uzumaki Naruto! Delicate! I look pretty crying with snot and tears on my face.” Sasuke shook his head, and the chains hanging from his nipple clamps swung. “You tell lies like they are the God’s honest truth. You should be a lawyer.”

“Me, a lawyer?” laughed Naruto, getting up and grabbing some of his ramen before sitting down crosslegged on the floor again. “God, I think the fine arts degree was enough.”

“Do you need a fine arts degree to be a silversmith or goldsmith?” asked Sasuke.

“Nope, but I was already two years into college when I got the bug from working at that tatt and piercing parlour. Lots of the regulars wanted something better than the crap out there, especially those into our kind of scene. I met the local who did most of the work around my school and started studying under him.”

“I didn’t realize you were that Naruto,” said Sasuke. “I like stuff you’ve made for Kakashi.”

Naruto grinned, “Come to my new shop, tomorrow, after our shopping trip. I need to meet a client at 5, but you could poke around and pick out what you want for your piercings. I’ll take you out for some food afterwards.”

Sasuke tilted his head, considering. “You have a tongue piercing, don’t you?” asked Sasuke.

Naruto stuck out his tongue with a grin, “Felt good, didn’t it?”

Sasuke ignored the question, looking over the meat on his plate as if it offered some difficult problem to solve. But just a hint of pink was on his cheeks as he said, “I don’t remember. That was a long time ago, and I think I lost some memories passing out twice.”

“Sasuke,” growled Naruto, “eat fast, or you’ll pass out again when I demonstrate how it feels.”

“I can wait until you sub for me to find out,” said Sasuke.

“Yea, but do you really want to?” asked Naruto.

“Let me finish this, have some tea, use the bathroom, and I’ll tell you then,” said Sasuke.

“We could 69, so you could get some practice in,” said Naruto. “You don’t give a lot of head, do you?”

Sasuke mumbled something.

“Your first? I’m your first blow job, meaning, like in giving? The first one?” asked Naruto in disbelief.

“I’ve had my face fucked before,” said Sasuke, “but, yea, that’s the first time I did any work.”

“Wow! Your first time, and you got me in your throat. I puked all over the first time I tried to deepthroat. Oh, man, and it was St. Patty’s Day—the guy had green puke all over him.”

Sasuke rolled his eyes and just said, “Naruto.”

“No 69ing then,” said Naruto, “I don’t want you to lose that steak all over me.”

Sasuke made a face.

“Yea, well, what kind of tea do you want?” asked Naruto heading over to the little kitchen area with the tiny fridge, microwave, and instant hot water tap. The kitchen area was at the foot of the bed, close to the bathroom for the sake of the plumbing.

“Surprise me,” said Sasuke.

“When’s your birthday, Sasuke?” asked Naruto as he looked over the tea choices.

“July 23. Are you going to make me a present?” asked Sasuke.

“Only if you’re a good boy,” said Naruto.

“Oh really? You don’t think you’ll like me when I’m a bad, bad boy?” asked Sasuke in his new “sexy” voice he had used to such an advantage when licking that drool off Naruto’s face.

When Naruto didn’t say anything, Sasuke stood up and moved up behind him, using the low, husky voice that he was getting more used to, “Well, Uzumaki?”

Naruto turned around and tackled him, flopping them both back on the bed. He thrust his erection into Sasuke’s stomach, saying, “What do you think?”

“I think you’re going to be a very, very fun sub,” said Sasuke.


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A/N: For a few hours I put up what I think is the epilogue of this story with a question about ending the story now or adding more chapters. The reviews that came in were for more chapters, so I deleted what with probably still be the "end." I don't know, though, since sometimes stories just change as you write them. I've got to work till Thurs. the 19th, but I promise to come home Thurs. night and start writing about the shopping trip--I must have Sasuke try on naughty underwear with Naruto peeking in the dressing room and maybe trying for a little action in the store.

(No writing until Thurs.? Who am I kidding--I'll be goofing off writing this story when I should be earning the money to pay my bills?)

There's definitely a dom Sasuke/sub Naruto chapter coming.

Oh, yes, and a piercing chapter of course.

Naruto needs to confront his old crush Neji--so maybe I'll write that from Neji's perspective. I haven't decided if Neji has Shika as a permanent dom or not.

(Stop reading here if you don't want to hear things not already hinted in the story. If you want to hear my ideas--and of course give me advice on them in reviews, read on!)

I want to do something with Gaara going to Oro's for some really bad D/s--I guess I mean SM--that probably would involve blood. But of course Gaara will have his psycho ways changed a la the official canon. He has (although it isn't in the story yet, a raccon tattoo of course). I was thinking Lee should leave Gai, so I can have some Gaara and Lee fun. But I love Gaara and Neji so maybe that should appear. Anyway, I think Neji will dump Shika and Shika will be consoled by Chouji, the cook. But that's not to say that Neji couldn't win Shika back from Chouji.

I'd like to write some judo fights between Naruto and Sasuke, Naruto and Neji, Gaara and Sasuke, and Naruto and Gaara, but I don't know anything at all about judo. So I don't know if I'll be able to fit that into the story.

I don't know if Itachi is going to stay with Kisame or not. I haven't decided what Itachi is going to do about Naruto and Sasuke. I left him getting screwed in the control room . . . feel free to email me or post ideas.

In a review, someone mentioned wanting some Kiba action. Kiba is a dom in my mind and his sub is a dog boy named Akumaru . . . fuck--I'll just shut up now, I'm spoiling the story.

If you want me to send you the possible end of the story now, the epilogue I posted for about six hours or so, feel free to email me at cathy@regencyfashion.org.

Thanks for all the fabulous reviews! I'm so glad someone likes this stuff too. But really the inspiration for this story is the masterpiece by ffpanda (I can't believe he or she read my story--wow!!!) the Graviation story Depravity and Depravity 1.0 http://anime.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=600000019 Ffpanda's stuff makes mine look so tame. And the whole Kiba with a dog boy is totally inspired by the banquet scene--really? do people really do that? I'll have to google it.

And my love of piercing's is all Iron Dog's fault--read her/his Lost Cadre which is so, so hot . . .
http://anime.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=544209732 This is my second piercing obsessed tale, all due to the Lost Cadre . . .

Cripes, I could have written another chapter in the time it took me to write this author note . . .

Love,

Hestia

(For the curious, I'm female, feminist, and bitchy and usually dominate everyone that lets me or isn't in a positon to fuck my life up if they are pissed at me [a suprisingly large number of people], but I get off on sub/Masocistic/B and D stuff. I've got a vanilla partner of 15 years, hence my obsession with writing this sort of stuff to take the edge off . . . I don't have a cock, alas, but if I did I would be an evil dom seme that was hoping for a bigger, badder dom to collar me and take me home and make me obey . . . I'm sure I'd always be trying to top from the bottom and bottom from the top since I'm just down right perverse)