D/s Naruto

Chapter 18 (Saturday 16 June 2007, late afternoon, early evening)

“We both need to pick new safewords,” said Naruto in between shoving wads of instant ramen in his mouth with an elegant pair of chopsticks. “As soon as, I heard yours, I knew they sucked and were some sort of sick joke. You brother probably thought they were hilarious, eh?”

Sasuke, sitting cross-legged on the futon eating instant pizza that had been heated up in Naruto’s little microwave, frowned and said, “Actually he hates them. I always use those safewords with Itachi just to drive him crazy.”

Naruto looked up and frowned, “That’s so stupid; I can’t believe he’d let you pick words like that. Even if you don’t love your brother and you have perfect control as a sub and never use your doms’ given names, it’s stupid because it’s gonna wreck both of your mental space. No one should use terms of endearments or the names of people they know or any food names either.”

“Why?” asked Sasuke curiously.

“Well, endearments are out cause subbing can make you love your master. Kakashi’s always calling Iruka `My Beloved Master,’ `My Adored Master,’ blah, blah. I mean you could be just way into your subspace, and it would pop out.”

“That sounds more like a problem for masters and slaves, not your average dom and sub,” objected Sasuke.

“Nah, come on—when you’re begging sometimes, you’ll say anything. And what dom’s not going to like being called `Beloved’?” asked Naruto. And obviously, names of other people are out because you might need to talk about them, like what happened with us last night.”

“But the food names, what’s wrong with them?”

“Well a lot of them are endearments or sex terms—honey, hotcake, cream, cream pie, popsicle, beefcake, candy, candy cane—“

“Ok, I get it,” said Sasuke, “So what are your words now, and why do you have to change them?”

“Oh, I just use yellow and red,” said Naruto, “but that’s too boring. I want something different when I sub for you, something I won’t associate with any other time I’ve subbed.”

Sasuke picked up his soda can and took a long swig to avoid showing Naruto his smile. The blonde had it bad—that instant love that is really just a heady rush of infatuation and sexual attraction. It’d wear off soon—relationships that start like that never seemed to last too long, maybe two months or six, in rare cases, although usually that sort of love was gone after a week or even a few days. The high never lasted. People who fall in love that fast, fall out of it equally as fast, if not faster. But for a while now, Sasuke would enjoy it. It wouldn’t do to encourage it—that would only make him look like an idiot when Naruto lost interest. But it would be fun while it lasted. So he just asked lightly when he lowered the soda can, “What sort of words would you recommend for safewords?”

“Well, you can use tree names or animal names that wouldn’t be something you might mention during sex—so no degrading or sexy animals. I guess you could use birds or flowers, but again it has to be something you wouldn’t maybe accidentally mention.”

“Why would birds or flowers come up?” asked Sasuke.

“Oh stuff like, `I going to make you sing for me, my little songbird,’ `fly for me, my dove,’ `you ass is covered with red roses,’ `you skin is softer than a rose petal and as creamy as a magnolia blossom,’ you know, all that stuff a dom says when he’s admiring his sub.”

“Doms don’t need safewords, and I hardly they would say a lot of that,” said Sasuke.

“Iruka does, do you think he’s a bad dom?” countered Naruto.

“He said all that to you? You subbed for him?” asked Sasuke, his skepticism clear in his voice.

“I never said that he said it to me, of course not. But fuck, I spent a month locked in a cage in his bedroom, so believe me, he says that kind of shit to Kakashi all the time.”

“A month in a cage?! What the fuck did you do to earn that? And how did you if you weren’t a sub?”

Naruto blushed and looked embarrassed. Sasuke stayed quiet. “Ah, fuck, well I might as well tell you. Neji probably will corner you anyway to tell you some fucked up version of the truth. I was into drugs in high school, fuck, I was on the way to being an addict. Ok, so, maybe I was a little bit hooked. Iruka saved my life. The cage was Iruka’s form of detox and rehab. He would never lock anyone in a cage and leave the room and he can’t go longer than a day or two without Kakashi, so I got to see a lot of, well, let’s just say, I learned just about all you can about D/s without doing it. Christ, when I got out of that cage, I was ruined for sex without some extra twist, some bondage, some power exchange. And as for sex with women—well, I’d never been very into that anyway. For about a year, the only thing that could get me off was remembering Iruka and Kakashi until I made my way into the scene on my own and could, thank god, then fantasize about other things, things I’d done, things I could then imagine doing. Now, I don’t think I could get off thinking about Iruka and Kakashi. I mean, it would feel so wrong, and not a good wrong. Sort of like getting-off-on-your-parents-having-sex wrong, not like the oh-naughty-me-I’m-fucking-in-a-public-parking-lot kind of wrong. Does that make sense?”

“Yea, yea, it does,” said Sasuke. “So what do you get off thinking about now?” To his surprise Naruto turned bright red and just looked away.

“That’s personal,” said Naruto gruffly.

“Ok,” said Sasuke, but he now knew one thing he was going to make Naruto the sub do. He would masturbate in front of him, telling him one of those “personal” fantasies—or he’d live through a personal nightmare under Sasuke’s arm. It wouldn’t do to give Naruto a clue of his intentions, however, so Sasuke distracted Naruto saying, “By the way, Neji already told me how Uzumaki the silversmith was a druggie in high school.”

“Oh, I’ll bet he said more than that, the prick,” said Naruto.

“Well, he did mention your low grades, frequent detentions, and imply you were pretty physically ungifted. The picture he panted was so bad, that’s why it never occurred to me you were that Naruto.”

Naruto grinned, saying, “Yea, I guess I’m the ugly duckling that became a swan.”

“Those are good safewords,” said Sasuke, “duckling and swan.”

“No, no, no words that are associated with me and you. Safewords need to neutral, not tied to emotions about a dom or sub,” insisted Naruto, “like, like—“ Naruto’s eyes glanced around the back room, `cardboard’ or `Junikyo’—oh, wait, that last one might be an insult a dom might want to use. But cardboard, that’s a good one, I’ll use that for my yellow.”

“Ok, cardboard, so what about some sort of wood for the red? But not ebony,” amended Sasuke remembering Naruto talking about his ebony hair the night before.

“Hmm, good point. Ok, so my words are cardboard and teak; that’s good. So what about yours, Sasuke?”

Sasuke looked around the room, focusing on a laundry basket full of Naruto’s dirty clothes and a bottle of laundry detergent at the foot of small metal clothing rack. Naruto had been so busy with getting a storefront and moving his stuff since he arrived in town in May that he was camping out here until he found an apartment. “How about detergent and polyester?”

“Hmmm, maybe, but what if your dom wears polyester? Detergent might be ok—while soap wouldn’t work, of course. I doubt you’d need to talk about detergent with a dom. But I don’t know,” said Naruto.

“Well, maybe teak isn’t so good for you either. Lots of furniture is made with teak; there are teak floors too,” point out Sasuke, then adding bizarrely, “Teak floors always make me think of Thailand for some reason.”

“Hey, that’s it—geographic words! How about Yangtze and Yukon for my words?” asked Naruto.

“Yea, those will work,” said Sasuke watching Naruto’s face lit up with excitement, making his big blue eyes almost sparkle. Sasuke had thought that was just a metaphor, but looking at Naruto, he realized now what had no doubt first inspired the phrase. “My words will be Danube and Zambezi.”

“Good, cause I’m going to push you till you use that first one someday, Sasuke. I want to take you right to the edge of what you can take and make you fly.”

“Another Iruka-ism?” asked Sasuke raising one eyebrow.

“Don’t be thinking of other men when I’m talking to you, Sasuke,” said Naruto.

“Come over, here and make me forget,” challenged Sasuke.

Naruto did, and the two of them managed to forget so much that when Naruto’s five o’clock customer rang the bell, both were still naked lying on the futon admiring Sasuke’s new belly piercing, done about an hour ago. The marks of the clamp were gone, and the promised red gold ring studded with two small fire opals was set into Sasuke’s skin. Naruto had showed Sasuke the dazzling fire opal drop that could be added to the ring in a few days. He’d locked it back in his safe, however, along with the gold and garnet nipple clamps.

“Ah, fuck, that’s my 5 o’clock,” said Naruto, standing up and pulling on a pair of orange running shorts and his black t-shirt. He looked down at Sasuke, lying on his futon naked, and reached down and grabbed his phone and snapped another picture before pushing through the curtain and leaving Sasuke alone.

Sasuke lay back and listened to Naruto welcoming someone—a woman! It was someone named Anko, and as he rose and collected his clothes and found his shoes, he listened as they discussed a collar she was having made for her lover, a slave collar. When he heard her say, “It really needs to be discreet. Her father, Mr. Hyuuga is not—not a pleasant man,” Sasuke’s eyes widened.

He knew Neji’s cousin, Hinata. She was one of the shyest women he had ever met, so it wasn’t surprising she was a submissive. But she was frequently in the local paper’s society pages, out with various eligible bachelors—all rich, all businessmen like her father. Her father had even once tried to pressure Sasuke to take her out with discrete comments and hints over a lunch for a local charity. He’d been so obscure in his phrasing despite the clarity of his wishes, that Sasuke had been able to pretend to misunderstand, telling Mr. Hyuuga that although he had enjoyed his time with his nephew, they’d discovered they were both too dominate in bed to enjoy a serious relationship. Neji’s uncle had turned purple and almost choked. And Neji hadn’t shown his face around the club for almost a month after that.

Well, well, well—he’d have to tell Itachi about this. It would make his brother happy with him, and right now, well, Sasuke was wanting Itachi to be happy. A happy Itachi left him alone. It wouldn’t take long for Naruto’s obsession with him to fade, to slide to someone else—and Sasuke wanted to take full advantage of every minute of it while he could.

Thinking of that, Sasuke dropped the black pants he’d been about to put on and instead wiggled himself into the blue pair of pants with all the zippers. He threaded the studded belt that already had two good memories associated with it into the loops. Fastening a gauze pad over his stomach piercing, he then put on his white shirt. He looked into the mirror, he’d been fucked in front of and adjusted his hair, stopping to admire the sapphire stud in his ear. Then, putting the other new pants and his black slacks in the shopping bag, he walked out into the shop. Naruto and Anko were seated on opposite sides of a glass case with a black velvet cloth between them covered with assorted stones. Naruto had a pad and was sketching while Anko was examining a stone with a jeweler’s loop. They looked up as Sasuke emerged into the store.

“Sasuke!” said Naruto, his eyes showing the Uchiha that he looked as sexy as he felt. Anko turned around and whistled.

“I play for the other team,” she said, “but you sure are one fine looking jewel.”

“Hey, Anko, that’s my boyfriend there, stop drooling,” said Naruto.

Sasuke had been planning to leave, saying something witty, seductive, brilliant. But all he could think of was “boyfriend”—Naruto was calling him his “boyfriend”! “Dinner at the club?” he managed to get out.

“Yea, baby—I’ll be there at 8. Let’s have the same thing as yesterday,” said Naruto with a wink.

Sasuke nodded coolly, not trusting his voice to be able to say anything calmly.

After he left, Anko turned around and said, “How the fuck did you manage to get Uchiha Sasuke, the ice prince and sexiest thing without breasts, as your boyfriend? Weren’t you living in Seattle until late May?”

Naruto just looked at her and shrugged, saying, “I’m Uzumaki Naruto!”

Anko waited for more, and when it was apparent that the blonde thought that was sufficient enough explanation, just shook her head and went back to examining the white opals in front of her. They would look stunning around Hinata’s neck. Soon, Naruto and Anko had forgotten all about Sasuke, lost in the process of creating the perfect slave collar.

By the time Sasuke had walked one block, he decided to just call a cab. He pulled out his cell phone and opened it, and then almost dropped it in shock. He’d known Naruto had taken pictures with a phone last night, but he’d thought it was with Naruto’s. God, the blonde had tried to take a picture in that damn dressing room this morning and had snapped another just moments ago. But here was a photo on his phone of Naruto’s “demon,” erect and surrounded with gold curls. Cripes—how was he going to get that off the phone screen? He hadn’t a clue where the damn manual for his phone was. A cab was idling by the coffee shop on the corner, and Sasuke put up the embarrassing phone and gave the cabbie the address of the club, only a block from his condo. He stop there first and make sure he could have the night off, a room, and a dining table. He’d tell Itachi about Hinata and Anko and then head over to his condo to soak and prepare for the evening ahead.

Itachi had offered him the other penthouse on the top floor of the club, but Sasuke had refused, and he was glad of that now. The top floor of the club was divided into two luxurious penthouse apartments, now occupied by Itachi and Kisame. If he was living in the one he’d been offered, Kisame’s, he’d have taken Naruto up there this morning and they’d probably still be there. It was Sasuke’s rule to never, never scene or have sex in his apartment. It was his sanctuary, where he found peace. It was where he was just “Sasuke,” not Uchiha Sasuke. No one from the club had ever stepped foot inside his condo, not even Itachi.

When the cab pulled up, Kotetsu was already there, paying for it before Sasuke could reach for his wallet—in his bag, not his pants, since they didn’t fit inside the skin-tight zippered fashion disaster that Naruto called “pants.” The look on Kotetsu’s face when the bottom half of Sasuke appeared around the cab surprised him. He never seen Kotetsu with his mouth hanging open and such a naked look of lust on his face. Sasuke breezed past him with a wave and entered the club. Perfect—Itachi was in the foyer talking to Shino, a member Sasuke had never thought enough about to like or dislike. His brother had a new sub kneeling behind him on a leash. He was practically naked, dressed in a skimpy pair of black leather shorts, that matched the thick black leather collar around his neck. Sasuke had never seen him before, but he could care less who the dark-haired sub with the pale skin was.

Itachi and Shino turned at the same time and saw Sasuke. Itachi must have said something to Shino because he turned and went into the bar. His brother then gave Sasuke one of his infamous stares. Normally, it would have bothered Sasuke, and they probably would have wasted twenty minutes just glaring at each other and exchanging insults. But with plans for tonight, Sasuke merely smiled. It occurred to him without Itachi, he’d never had gotten to experience Naruto. So he did something, something he hadn’t done since he was ten or so—he leaned in and hugged his brother tightly. With his arms around his brother, he whispered, “FYI, Hinata Hyuuga is getting a slave collar from a woman named Anko.” Pulling back he added in a normal voice, “And I need off tonight, Itachi. I want to play with the new dom a little more before he decides it’s time to shop for a sub. That ok? Did that waiter ever show up?”

Itachi tilted his head down to the kneeling sub, and Sasuke laughed. “Oh, training him yourself, then?”

“He needs it,” said Itachi coldly, but then his attention was back on Sasuke. He looked his brother up and down, his look conveying that he though his brother looked ridiculous. It didn’t bother Sasuke, since he agreed, but if it got Naruto (and Kotetsu) hot, hey, who cared?

“That’s a new look, little brother,” said Itachi.

“Yea, it is,” agreed Sasuke.

“So let me see your piercings,” ordered Itatchi.

Sasuke wasn’t surprised. Itachi always knew everything he did or said in the club. He pushed his hair back, showing off the stud in his ear.

“I said piercings,” said Itachi.

Sasuke grinned and said, “There’s only one more. The third will likely be done next week. But here, take a look at this one.” He went to set his shopping bag down and found Izumo at his elbow, who took the bag from him. He pulled his shirt out of the pants and held it up, undoing the gauze bandage and showing his belly piercing to his brother. The red gold ring with the fire opals gleamed, a splash of pink and orange curving into his belly button.

Itachi’s face was blank, unreadable. He nodded, and Sasuke took that as an admission the piercing and the ring in it were acceptable and refastened his bandage and dropping his shirt. “Would you like the same room, tonight, Sasuke?” asked Itachi.

“Sure, but I think a real dinner would be good, too. We’ll be in around 8, 8:30.”

“Two chairs or a chair and pillow?” asked Itachi. Sasuke shrugged, saying with a grin, “I don’t know. But you can call Naruto and find out.” He turned around and grabbed his bag from Izumo, heading towards the door. It was perhaps unfortunate that at this moment, Neji arrived, having already turned over the Prowler that his uncle had bought him to Kotetsu’s care. Neji and Sasuke met at the doorway, exchanging glances that rivaled Itachi’s for coldness and had hints of smoldering malevolence in them. Then nodding at each other, Neji passed into the club and Sasuke left.

“Neji,” said Itachi, “I’ve been waiting for you.” Kotetsu had phoned Sasori, the minute he’d seen the Prowler approaching. Sasori was already at the front desk, taking over as Itachi started to lead Neji into the elegant little room off the front foyer that was his “public” office. He passed the leash on Sai to Sasori who couldn’t help but frown. As soon as the door to the office shut behind Itachi and Neji, Sasori snapped, “Get up,” and unhooked the leash. “I called Danzou, your former boss. You don’t need any training. When Itachi wants to play with you, fine. But otherwise, you’re a waiter, not one of our sub members. Go check in with Hidan. You can help in the bar tonight.”

Sai just looked coldly at Sasori and turned away silently, heading for the bar. Sasori frowned. This twenty-two year old bothered him. He couldn’t quite figure it out. Well, if he proved a disaster, Itachi would be the one to blame. In his earpiece, Kotetsu let him know Kiba’s truck was pulling up. He and his friend Shino were having dinner. Kiba’s dogboy, Akamaru, would of course lay at his feet. Akamaru was exceptionally well trained. He didn’t require a gag to stay silent and never spoke in anything other than an amazingly realistic bark. Some dogboys needed chains from their forearms to their thighs, preventing them from rising from all fours. Akamaru only wore such things as punishment.

Sasori tucked a dog biscuit discretely in his pocket and moved to great Kiba at the door. His dogboy had the finest accessories Kiba could buy—leather rather than rubber. His leather fist mitts were lined and even had paw pads on the base that left paw prints on impressionable surfaces. His leather kneepads likewise had the rubber paw pads. His thick white tail was beautiful. The white leather hood with its ears made his head look surprisingly dog-like. Many humandog owners preferred their dog to wear a leather muzzle-like attachment in public that gave them the appearance of a snout. But Kiba couldn’t bear anything that kept him from feeling Akamaru’s tongue—his dogboy wore no muzzle or gag unless he had done something truly horrendous, such as bite or bark inappropriately.

Kiba and Akamaru were a joy to watch, and most expected that Akamaru would soon become a dogslave, owned for life by his Master and Trainer, Kiba. The two entered the club, Akamaru barking a warning to Izumo to stay back from Kiba. A simple jerk on the leash, and Akamaru sat as Kiba tossed over his leather jacket. It was still warm and the sun wasn’t even down yet, but later it would cool, and Kiba might want his jacket if he took Akamaru out in the courtyard for a walk. He might also want it if he decided to take Akamaru to the special outside enclosure for the club’s dogs, pups, wolves, pigs, and ponies to do “their business” if they were not permitted to use the human facilities. The fees for members to access this enclosure were incredibly high, money that paid for the high-paid attendants who cleaned and sanitized the area, constantly testing and monitoring to insure that the enclosure was not a health risk and could pass any health inspection.

Sasori approached and greeted Kiba. He waited for Kiba to indicate if it was appropriate to comment on his dog. Akamaru hung back, not wanting to get close to Sasori at first. But Kiba, jerked on the leash, saying, “Here, boy, relax. It’s just Sasori, take a sniff and say hello. He won’t bit, Sasori, feel free to pet him.”

Permission given, Akamaru rushed up and pressed his face into Sasori’s crotch, barking hello, and wagging his tail. Sasori laughed, saying, “And it’s good to see you too, Akamaru.” He petted the barking dog, praising his beauty, then asked, “Can I give him a treat, Kiba?”

“Sure. He knows you are the man with treats, so that’s why you get the special welcome,” said Kiba grinning, pleased with his dog. Sasori dangled the treat, making Akumaru leap for it. When he secured it, he ran behind Kiba and settled down to chew his biscuit. As he ate, Kiba asked, “So tell me what’s up? I got an odd call from Chouji yesterday saying I should definitely come in tonight to at least hear the gossip. So what’s been going on?”

Sasori just shrugged his shoulders, asking, “Now, how can I gossip, Kiba? If I did that, I would be a terrible host. But perhaps you might want a drink in the bar? Hidan, who loves a good chat, is working the bar tonight, for my nephew mysteriously called and asked for a week off. Now there, that’s not gossip, that’s a fact. And if you find out what Gaara’s doing, please pass on the story to me. Shall I escort you there? Shino has been here for a little while and is I believe enjoying a Grasshopper as he isn’t planning to scene tonight.”

“No, no, no need,” said Kiba with a laugh, “Come on, Akumaru.” His dog leaped up with a joyful bark and tugged at the leash. Shino was Akumaru’s favorite person after Kiba. He was the one who took care of him when Kiba had to go out of town. Shino lived in an outlying area of the city that was called the “greenbelt.” There, large lots, big enough for a few horses, were common, as were feedlots and country Western bars. Shino often invited two or three of the club’s dog owners out for barbeque. It was great for the dogboys to have a chance to play freely outside, splashing in Shino’s pond, fetching Frisbees or balls, chasing each other, and collapsing at the their masters’ feet at night around a campfire. Sometimes the dogs were even permitted to fuck. Shino usually objected, pulling at the hose and spraying any mating pair with cold water. But he was forgiven, for everyone knew that Shino had lost his own dog four years ago. He hadn’t been able to bring himself to get another. Both Kiba and Akamaru couldn’t help but pity him. They could think of nothing so terrible than being separated from each other.