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Naruto › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
1,161
Reviews:
11
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Chapter One
Capture
Chapter 1/?
By: Lazuli
Naruto doesn’t belong to me. Yes, the chapters are short for a purpose. I’m posting every week, instead of all at once—so short chapters. I’m sorry—but with the way this story is going, I think it’s actually more fun to read it in pieces. It was never meant to be long. ^.~ I hope you enjoy this chapter as well.
~
“What prize?” He demanded. No matter what chakra he put into, no matter how much he tugged, he wasn’t able to get free. This wasn’t fair, that Sasuke caught him like this. Granted, a shinobi had to be prepared for anything and everything, but being caught by one’s best friend and sometimes bedmate—who had a decidedly perverted look in his eyes—was not something one should expect!
Sasuke was starting to scare Naruto a little bit by this point. That creepy smile on his face, the way he edged so close—it all spoke of something that wasn’t going to be quite in Naruto’s favor. Naruto had only seen Sasuke like this a few times, and every time after, he had to knock Sasuke out so that he wouldn’t go all raving mad again. Naruto prayed this wouldn’t be one of those times. For one, he was tied up and couldn’t restrain Sasuke if he needed to.
The hand on his face was still gentle, but the way the tips of Sasuke’s fingers wandered, the warm puffs of air…it was making Naruto uncomfortable and warm and he wasn’t going to give the bastard the satisfaction of responding to something weird like this. At least Sasuke hadn’t moved his hands anywhere else, but with the way he was making himself comfortable on the squeaky bed did not bode well for Naruto’s future mental health. Or bodily health when it came down to it. Why me? He asked silently as he felt the weight of Sasuke’s stare. I’m a good shinobi. I’m loyal and I train hard and I’ll be Hokage some day. Why this?
Sasuke wasn’t aware of his mental conversation, and his dark eyes gleamed. “You know, Naruto—you act as if your hands are you only weapons…” He smirked faintly. “Of course, with the way to toss around those big jutsu like kage bunshin and Rasengan, you’d think they are your only weapons.” Dark hair fell into his eyes as he shook his head. “But I suppose that Konohamaru’s little group couldn’t exactly tie you spread eagle to the bed. Who knows what perverts would come around to take advantage of you?”
Naruto’s face turned red with embarrassment as Sasuke settled on his legs, sitting in such a way that he effectively pinned Naruto to the bed. “You’re the only pervert that I see!” He almost shouted, but remembering how much sound carried in this area, he lowered his voice just in time. He didn’t need the neighbors investigating any shouts, and for them to see in this compromising situation with Sasuke of all people—he gave a mental groan at the implications.
Sasuke’s smirk widened as he leaned over Naruto. “A pervert, me?” He raised an eyebrow. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, Naruto. I’m just a concerned…friend…making sure no one plays with you while you’re all helpless.” As he talked, his hands were stroking up and down Naruto’s arms, something that should have been soothing, if not for the look on Sasuke’s face or the rich amusement in his voice. “You should thank me.”
“What for?” Naruto asked sourly. “It’s your fault that I can’t move.” He hissed out, struggling under Sasuke, trying to wiggle free, but froze when he felt the boys response. “You.. you…!” He couldn’t get anything past that, his eyes widening. “You sick bastard!”
Sasuke held the faintest of blushes on his cheeks, but none of that was revealed in his voice. “You shouldn’t move around so much, Na-ru-to.” He dragged out the syllables of Naruto’s name. “You might give me ideas.” His smirk was back as warm breath fanned over lips. “You don’t want me to get the wrong idea with you wiggling underneath me, do you?”
Naruto swallowed hard when Sasuke exerted a little more pressure, shifting slightly as if making himself more comfortable, instead of teasing Naruto. He knew what the bastard was up to, even with Sasuke’s words and casual way of acting. He’s not going to win! Naruto mentally protested, but with no real escape—he couldn’t even form the simplest of seals with the way his hands were bound—he wasn’t sure what he was going to do. Worse, he was starting to wonder if he wanted to escape.
But no, down that path lay madness…
Although with the way Sasuke was acting lately, perhaps madness was the only thing reliable these days.
I’ve really got to check into his medication. Naruto thought absently as that warm air moved further down his neck, no skin touching except where strong fingers traced around the bindings holding his hands immobile. Sasuke rarely acted on these type of impulses, and Naruto felt a shiver work down his spine as dark eyes met his again. There was more emotion in those eyes then there had been years previous, but Naruto never wondered how it was directed towards him. He, out of so many people, had been one of the few privileged enough to invoke a reaction out of Sasuke.
Crazy, psychopathic brothers with more problems than Sasuke himself didn’t really count.
Naruto saw the movement before it really happened (being tied up didn’t impede his eyesight any) and so he was expecting and could respond right away to the kiss. He didn’t mind that, and he could almost forget that he couldn’t move his hands, Sasuke was sitting on him, and quite willing to keep ‘playing’ the captive ninja game. Naruto got so caught up in the slow, pulling kisses that Sasuke gave that he didn’t remember his predicament until he tried to move his hands to pull Sasuke closer.
It hit him all over again and he jerked away, eyes narrowed. “Sasuke...!” He was disgruntled that his voice wasn’t as strong or commanding as it should be, considering the circumstances. “Let me go now! This has gone on long enough.”
Sasuke, to his dismay, didn’t seem as inclined as he slowly drew away, licking his lips deliberately as he did so. “I don’t think so, dobe.” He said softly, his voice an octave lower than usual. “We’ve barely started.”
~
t.b.c.~
Chapter 1/?
By: Lazuli
Naruto doesn’t belong to me. Yes, the chapters are short for a purpose. I’m posting every week, instead of all at once—so short chapters. I’m sorry—but with the way this story is going, I think it’s actually more fun to read it in pieces. It was never meant to be long. ^.~ I hope you enjoy this chapter as well.
~
“What prize?” He demanded. No matter what chakra he put into, no matter how much he tugged, he wasn’t able to get free. This wasn’t fair, that Sasuke caught him like this. Granted, a shinobi had to be prepared for anything and everything, but being caught by one’s best friend and sometimes bedmate—who had a decidedly perverted look in his eyes—was not something one should expect!
Sasuke was starting to scare Naruto a little bit by this point. That creepy smile on his face, the way he edged so close—it all spoke of something that wasn’t going to be quite in Naruto’s favor. Naruto had only seen Sasuke like this a few times, and every time after, he had to knock Sasuke out so that he wouldn’t go all raving mad again. Naruto prayed this wouldn’t be one of those times. For one, he was tied up and couldn’t restrain Sasuke if he needed to.
The hand on his face was still gentle, but the way the tips of Sasuke’s fingers wandered, the warm puffs of air…it was making Naruto uncomfortable and warm and he wasn’t going to give the bastard the satisfaction of responding to something weird like this. At least Sasuke hadn’t moved his hands anywhere else, but with the way he was making himself comfortable on the squeaky bed did not bode well for Naruto’s future mental health. Or bodily health when it came down to it. Why me? He asked silently as he felt the weight of Sasuke’s stare. I’m a good shinobi. I’m loyal and I train hard and I’ll be Hokage some day. Why this?
Sasuke wasn’t aware of his mental conversation, and his dark eyes gleamed. “You know, Naruto—you act as if your hands are you only weapons…” He smirked faintly. “Of course, with the way to toss around those big jutsu like kage bunshin and Rasengan, you’d think they are your only weapons.” Dark hair fell into his eyes as he shook his head. “But I suppose that Konohamaru’s little group couldn’t exactly tie you spread eagle to the bed. Who knows what perverts would come around to take advantage of you?”
Naruto’s face turned red with embarrassment as Sasuke settled on his legs, sitting in such a way that he effectively pinned Naruto to the bed. “You’re the only pervert that I see!” He almost shouted, but remembering how much sound carried in this area, he lowered his voice just in time. He didn’t need the neighbors investigating any shouts, and for them to see in this compromising situation with Sasuke of all people—he gave a mental groan at the implications.
Sasuke’s smirk widened as he leaned over Naruto. “A pervert, me?” He raised an eyebrow. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, Naruto. I’m just a concerned…friend…making sure no one plays with you while you’re all helpless.” As he talked, his hands were stroking up and down Naruto’s arms, something that should have been soothing, if not for the look on Sasuke’s face or the rich amusement in his voice. “You should thank me.”
“What for?” Naruto asked sourly. “It’s your fault that I can’t move.” He hissed out, struggling under Sasuke, trying to wiggle free, but froze when he felt the boys response. “You.. you…!” He couldn’t get anything past that, his eyes widening. “You sick bastard!”
Sasuke held the faintest of blushes on his cheeks, but none of that was revealed in his voice. “You shouldn’t move around so much, Na-ru-to.” He dragged out the syllables of Naruto’s name. “You might give me ideas.” His smirk was back as warm breath fanned over lips. “You don’t want me to get the wrong idea with you wiggling underneath me, do you?”
Naruto swallowed hard when Sasuke exerted a little more pressure, shifting slightly as if making himself more comfortable, instead of teasing Naruto. He knew what the bastard was up to, even with Sasuke’s words and casual way of acting. He’s not going to win! Naruto mentally protested, but with no real escape—he couldn’t even form the simplest of seals with the way his hands were bound—he wasn’t sure what he was going to do. Worse, he was starting to wonder if he wanted to escape.
But no, down that path lay madness…
Although with the way Sasuke was acting lately, perhaps madness was the only thing reliable these days.
I’ve really got to check into his medication. Naruto thought absently as that warm air moved further down his neck, no skin touching except where strong fingers traced around the bindings holding his hands immobile. Sasuke rarely acted on these type of impulses, and Naruto felt a shiver work down his spine as dark eyes met his again. There was more emotion in those eyes then there had been years previous, but Naruto never wondered how it was directed towards him. He, out of so many people, had been one of the few privileged enough to invoke a reaction out of Sasuke.
Crazy, psychopathic brothers with more problems than Sasuke himself didn’t really count.
Naruto saw the movement before it really happened (being tied up didn’t impede his eyesight any) and so he was expecting and could respond right away to the kiss. He didn’t mind that, and he could almost forget that he couldn’t move his hands, Sasuke was sitting on him, and quite willing to keep ‘playing’ the captive ninja game. Naruto got so caught up in the slow, pulling kisses that Sasuke gave that he didn’t remember his predicament until he tried to move his hands to pull Sasuke closer.
It hit him all over again and he jerked away, eyes narrowed. “Sasuke...!” He was disgruntled that his voice wasn’t as strong or commanding as it should be, considering the circumstances. “Let me go now! This has gone on long enough.”
Sasuke, to his dismay, didn’t seem as inclined as he slowly drew away, licking his lips deliberately as he did so. “I don’t think so, dobe.” He said softly, his voice an octave lower than usual. “We’ve barely started.”
~
t.b.c.~