D/s Naruto

Additional Warning: minor urination reference

Chapter 1 (Friday 15 June 2007, evening)

“Iruka! So good to see you, old friend!” said the tall, thin dark-haired man before embracing the brunette. He was a looker, thought Naruto, admiring his elegant facial features, pale skin, and gorgeous long, dark hair. But he was clearly a dom. But, god, he looked so like Naruto’s ideal sub, with that skin and hair, that Naruto knew he would be tempted to take a session of subbing under this man—fuck, yes.

“Itachi, let me introduce you to Naruto,” said Iruka.

Naruto and Itachi shook hands, and Naruto inwardly shivered at the force behind Itachi’s stare. But he met it, knowing it for the test it was. But it was hard to hold the man’s dark black eyes—the power of his gaze was stunning, mesmerizing. No wonder he was the owner and head dom of this exclusive members-only club for gay doms and subs.

Iruka grinned at the stare off between Itachi and Naruto. Naruto was like that—he wouldn’t lower his eyes like a sub to anyone unless he wanted to, and when his pride was up, he didn’t want. Those incredible blue eyes of Naruto’s were glaring back at Itachi, returning back that stare. Itachi was famous for his stare—he could order a sub to look at his eyes and send that sub into subspace, into that blissed out, druglike state of ecstatic, willing submission. Iruka reached down to Kakashi’s head and pulled his silver blonde hair, saying, “Look up, boy, and watch your master’s protégée do him proud.”

Kakashi’s eyes rose from the floor at his master’s bidding. A good sub like Kakashi never looked up without permission. Iruka had zipped a leather mask over the lower part of Kakashi’s face. He, like any sub, wouldn’t eat or talk tonight unless ordered to by his master. He had been given permission to drink water if he needed some, but Kakashi was a proud sub. The only liquid he’d let himself be seen drinking in this club was Iruka’s cum, unless of course Iruka ordered him to drink something else. Sometimes Iruka would put a bowl of milk on the floor for Kakashi to lap at. He like the way the milk looked around his mouth. Kakashi didn’t usually drink very much of the milk before Iruka had his cock down his throat—exactly what the judo master wanted. If they had competitions for giving head, Kakashi would be as big a superstar as he was in the judo world. He loved sucking cock so much, that denying him the chance to wrap his mouth around a dick was one of the worst punishments Iruka could give him.

The staring contest between the club’s owner and the strange dom was drawing a bit of a crowd. Most of the diners were blatantly staring over at the two gorgeous men in foyer. Naruto was young, tan, blonde, blue-eyed, muscled, and wearing skintight black leather pants and boots. His orange cotton sleeveless tank showed off his arms, and the spikes of his pure gold hair were already the subject of some whispered debate—surely that was a dye job—no one’s hair could be that bright naturally, could it?

The number of staff that needed to be in the dining room and entrance foyer seemed to be unusually large. A little rise in the noise level, made Iruka turn his head and smile. “Sasuke! Good to see you!”

“Hi Iruka! Who’s the idiot trying to stare my brother down?”

“Idiot! Who—“ Naruto just froze and looked suddenly ridiculously young, ridiculously inexperienced. The shift from a dom who had held the eyes of Itachi as an equal to an embarrassed young twenty year old fascinated everyone.

“You, you’re the idiot—who the fuck wears orange and black? It’s not Halloween, blondie,” said Sasuke in a cold, sneering voice.

Itachi’s eyebrows went up for just the briefest second before he said, “Foolish little brother, are you mistaking our newest member, our newest dom, for the new waiter you are supposed to be training? Did our new employee not show up?”

At Itachi’s speech, Naruto had changed back into the forceful dom he’d been before Sasuke had spoken. It was Sasuke’s turn for embarrassment—he simply tossed his head and began to turn away. “Sasuke,” said Itachi in a voice that made a sub behind Iruka and Kakashi lose control of his bladder. His master’s anger redirected Itachi’s attention.

“Sasuke, take care of Iruka and Naruto,” ordered Itachi softly before he moved over to deal with the scene developing behind them.

Scowling and petulant looking, Sasuke said, “Would you please accompany me upstairs? Is this Naruto’s first time at a club?” he added in a subtle insult not lost on any of the men accompanying him.

Iruka, followed obediently by his sub, turned to Naruto with a pleading look, but Naruto was too busy glaring at Sasuke to notice.

“It’s my first time here, Mr. Fashion Critic,” he said, “I’ve been to clubs like this before.”

Sasuke gave him a look like he was a piece of lying garbage. Naruto responded by attacking, “So white pajama pants and blue silk is the `in’ look now?”

Sasuke gave him another look. Iruka was feeling a little embarrassed, “Naruto, don’t be childish.”

There was a soft muffled sound from behind the three, making them all stand taller and fall silent. Kakashi had laughed at them behind his leather mask. Iruka was silent and angry that Naruto and now his beloved Kakashi were shaming him. Naruto was furious and humiliated that the sexiest guy he’d ever seen in his life—so perfect he’d felt like he’d been kicked in the balls when he turned and saw him—thought so little of him. Sasuke’s white linen pants and navy silk shirt were perfect—rich, elegant, polished, and sexy as all fuck. Naruto had thought he’d looked good, but now he felt like some foolish teen who was overdressed and tacky. Why, why was he being tortured like this? Not one, but two gorgeous men that had exactly the kind of body he fantasized about, that had him rock hard in his leather pants, and one was The Dom of the city and the other was an asshole! Fuck, asshole—god, he wished Sasuke was an asshole, his personal asshole to fuck and fill with his cum! Naruto turned his head to look at Sasuke again--oh, yea, that was something to masturbate to.

Sasuke stopped in front of door half way down the hall. He smiled at Iruka and said, “Will number 7 do for you tonight, Iruka?”

“Thank-you, Sasuke. Please, give your brother my thanks for granting Naruto membership. I’ll call him tomorrow, of course, to thank him personally. I didn’t think I would need to be administering punishment tonight,” he added in a hard voice that made Naruto shiver internally. It was that voice that had terrorized his high school years. When Mr. Umino used that voice, you fled, confessed, or just went right into begging. Naruto grinned a little—Iruka was a dom alright although he had a lot of people fooled into thinking he was a mild-mannered softy. But the shutting of the door behind Iruka and Kakashi, left Sasuke and Naruto alone in the hallway.

They stared at each other, glaring. Sasuke was a bit taller, and he moved closer, trying to use his height to intimidate Naruto. Naruto responded by moving closer as well and tilting his head up to Sasuke. Their faces were an inch apart. Naruto could feel Sasuke’s breath on his face. He could smell Sasuke’s scent—something spicy yet with a hint of something pretty, floral somewhere in the mix. Naruto’s nostrils flared—not so much in anger but to drink in the smell of Sasuke. He didn’t know what that scent was—cologne wasn’t his thing—but it pure seduction. Shit. Sasuke’s scowling lips were an inch from his own. Black eyes and blue eyes locked and fought for dominance. Naruto could hear noise—a door opening, footsteps, but he wouldn’t look, wouldn’t break eye contact. He wouldn’t just cave in to Sasuke, no matter how good he looked. He was a dom, not a sub, although Sasuke, god, Sasuke—already his name was engraved in Naruto’s memory. Naruto stared into that face, that face of his dreams, and vowed not to blink or look away first.

The thud of a body against his back threw him into Sasuke—and for just a few seconds Naruto was in heaven. Sasuke’s lips were shockingly soft under his while his cock and his body were hard. Those pale white hands clenched his bare arms, and for just a second they held him close before pushing him away. Naruto felt triumph rising in him—the bastard hadn’t wanted to push him away. Naruto was fucking hot, and the sulking brat’s body knew it even if his mind didn’t.

“Zabuza!” snapped Sasuke.

“Oh, hey kid! Pretty one—like your taste!” said a voice behind Naruto’s back. Naruto stiffened and opened his mouth to set this jerk straight, and—

Sasuke kissed him.

Really kissed him.

Tongue in the mouth, fingers gripping hard enough to bruise on Naruto’s arms, and his cock back against Naruto’s. Naruto forgot about everything but Sasuke. His hands gripped Sasuke’s hips just as tightly, grinding their erections together. His tongue tried to take over the kiss.

“Sasuke.” Both Naruto and Sasuke froze. Naruto could feel Sasuke’s erection wilt a little. It was Itachi. “I see you are at least trying to apologize to Naruto.”

Naruto and Sasuke broke apart.

“Iruka—“

“Itachi—“

Both Naruto and Sasuke stopped, glaring at each other again. Before either of them could finish what they had started to say, Itachi moved over, close to his brother, and said, “Sasuke, you caused a scene tonight and insulted our new member in front of a lot of the house subs and his mentor.”

As Naruto watched, Sasuke grew just a little bit whiter and a little bit angrier. Although his posture and facial expressions hadn’t changed one bit, Naruto could sense a leashed anger, almost to the level of hatred in him that he hadn’t sensed before. Seeing Itachi and Sasuke next to each other, Naruto realized that whatever attraction or interest he had had in Itachi downstairs was gone, blown away by the intensity of his response to Sasuke.

“Kakashi broke silence, and Iruka’s punishing him,” said Sasuke, “or he’d thank you in person for approving Naruto’s membership. He’ll call you tomorrow.”

“Lee loses control of his bladder, Kakashi breaks silence, and my brother--usually unwilling to do anything with that mouth of his--insults and kisses a new club member. This is an odd night; it must be a blue moon,” said Itachi. “Naruto, Sasuke, follow me.”

Itachi lead them around a corner to another door. This one didn’t have a number on it. He unlocked it and went in. Naruto followed, and Sasuke, the last one in the room, carefully closed the door behind him.

“As an apology, Sasuke will be your sub tonight, Naruto,” said Itachi.

The tingle that went through Naruto at that made his knees feel weak. He listened, numb and in shock to Itachi’s words, “No scarring. His safe words are `beloved’ to stop what you are doing and `Itachi’ to stop the session.”

`Oh that’s cruel,’ thought Naruto, `you are a wicked dom.’

“If he uses either one, please hit the panic button, and I’ll come up personally.”

`Yea, right,’ thought Naruto, `You just insured he’ll pass out before he uses either one of them.’

Itachi continued, “Here, this is the panic button. Feel free to use the phone if there is something you would like to drink not in the refrigerator, or you feel the need for food or some other supplies.”

Naruto nodded, forcing himself to say calmly, “Thank you, Itachi. You are a most generous and gracious host.”

Itachi smiled and nodded back, “Please enjoy yourself, Naruto. I hope this is the first of many pleasurable nights for you at Club Uchiha.” He turned and strode to the door not even looking at his brother who had quietly slid to his knees on the floor behind Naruto. Sasuke’s eyes were downcast, his position perfect—hands behind his back, knees spread a bit. Naruto didn’t even see the grin that spread across Itachi’s face as he watched Naruto look at his brother. The blonde was looking at Sasuke like he had found his heart’s desire. The blue-eyed dom’s desire to beat and fuck his little brother senseless was so strong, Itachi felt his own cock twitch just a little.

Itachi shut the door and shook his head—it must be a blue moon. He pulled out his cell phone to call his partner Kisame to make sure that both the hidden microphones and cameras in the room with no number were activated and working. What went on in that room tonight might be good enough to earn a place in his own private and very exclusive collection of special tapes. It would be a bit sick to put a tape of his own brother in that collection, but Itachi shrugged. If you ran a club like his, sick was a good thing.