Some Kind of Wonderful

Some Kind of Wonderful

Heat. Thick, heavy, wet heat surrounding his cock. A stiff point of pressure right at the slit. Slim, cool hands cupping and rolling his balls, just as the heavenly suction on his cock released. A soft, low gasp echoing in his mind as the mouth returned, humming, the vibrations making his balls draw tight as he was pulled all the way in…

Sasuke awoke with what was meant to be a gasp but what came out a croak. His eyes snapped open and winced instinctively at the threadlike rays of sunlight that speared the shadows of the room. His throat felt like it had been through a meat grinder and his nose was uncomfortably dry and itchy, but all Sasuke could concentrate on was the weighty pulse in between his thighs.

A pale hand lifted on it’s own to press against the ache, but the feel of his bare, swollen cock had Sasuke shooting up from the bed and promptly throwing up on the cheap, threadbare rug that had been placed besides it. He continued to retch after he had expelled the contents of his stomach, his innards lurching viciously and causing his eyes to water.

“Fuck…” his shoulders caved in as he gagged for the last time, panting harshly before lifting himself up and wiping his mouth delicately on the coarse fabric of the bedspread. He lifted himself from the bed gingerly, grasping the headboard as his sight was bombarded with blinding pinpricks of light. He shook his head as if to banish the dizziness, and stared blankly at his half hard cock.

Memories, disjointed and fuzzy around the edges, flooded his mind and he pressed a hand to his throbbing head as images of laughing blue eyes and a bright red mouth stretched around his cock flashed before his tired, puffy eyes. He remembered those tanned, long fingered hands roll the condom on with practiced ease and the thought of those hands, that mouth, having done the exact same thing to hundreds of men before him made his stomach rebel once again.

He bent over at the waist and pressed his lips closed, stubbornly refusing to vomit a second time, despite the fact that he had nothing left to expel. Bile rose in his throat and he swallowed it down, coughing thickly and fisting his hands into the bed spread. He repeated the process several times before he was sure he could rise without doubling over again. He calmly stood up on trembling legs and tucked his cock back into his pants, clenching his eyes shut as disgust washed over him like a wave.

If only you could see me now, aniki, he thought bitterly as he made his way to the door. Would you wonder where you’d gone wrong?

His hand rested lightly on the doorknob and he turned back to face the room one last time. Proprietary demanded that he clean up the pool of vomit that was rapidly congealing next to the bed, but Sasuke could think of nothing but wanting to escape this place, to go home and wash himself of the grime that had no doubt encrusted his mind and body.

He opened the door and reeled back at the torrent of light that greeted him. Forcing his eyes to slit open, he pushed his way through and deliberately ignored his surroundings as he walked towards the exit. The numerous whores that lined the walls, engaging each other in a smoke or mindless chatter escaped his notice. Several curious eyes followed him, and Sasuke felt his breath come heavy as he mindlessly calculated how long it would take for him to reach home.

“Hold on a bit, pretty boy.” A hand grasped his arm and Sasuke turned jerkily as pointed nails dug into his skin. A boy that looked to be about his age stared back at him with a sneer. His hair was an outrageous purple that fell past his shoulders but his eyes were as dark as Sasuke’s own.

“You can’t hog one of our best rooms all night and then spect to run out on us in the morning.”

His lips, smudged with lipstick and god knew what else pursed as he waited for Sasuke to answer. When he received no response other than a pointed stare at the hand still clutching him, the boy sighed and stepped back.

“Money, Richie Rich,” he drawled, looking the tall, imposing boy up and down and wondering if he was stable enough to tease. “You owe us 250 for that all-nighter.”

Sasuke gritted his teeth and inwardly cursed Orochimaru for giving him something strong enough to knock him out for the entire night. He turned a withering glare on the boy watching him with barely concealed interest and shoved a hand into his pocket to retrieve the wallet…

…that wasn’t there.

The expression on his face would have been comical if he had been anyone but an Uchiha. He slid his hand urgently into his other pocket, even as dread settled in his stomach. The comforting weight of his cellphone had vanished as well, and for a few moments prior to the blind rage, all he could think of was why he hadn’t noticed earlier.

You were a bit busy trying not to throw up a lung, an amused, mocking voice that sounded suspiciously like his older brother rang in his head and Sasuke fought the urge to scream.

“That fucking whore!” he hissed instead, jamming both hands into his pockets as if his belongings might have been miraculously returned to him in that amount of time. He turned furiously to the boy who was staring at him with a knowing smirk and jammed a finger in his face.

“I want to know where the fuck he went with my money!” he snarled, further incensed when the boy just tilted his head and blinked his wide eyes in blatant mockery of innocence.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” The boy, Sai’s, lips twitched as he tried in vain to contain his humor.

His smile quickly vanished as he found himself shoved against the wall with a pale hand gripping his neck and flashing ebony eyes staring into his own. A spark of fear skidded down his spine at the sheer rage in that handsome face before he noticed several whores moving towards them over his shoulder.

He twitched his head slightly to keep them from coming any closer and returned his attention on the man that was slowly cutting off all of his oxygen.

“You knew which room I stayed in,” Sasuke’s voice was low, hoarse, and his hand tightened punishingly around the boy’s throat. “You know who he is and if you don’t take me to him right now…”

Sai nodded his head as much as he could in agreement. The stranglehold loosened instantly and he took in a shuddery breath curling his own fingers around his throat with a wince. “I know who he is,” he said quickly as he noted the dangerous glint in the other boy’s eyes, “But I don’t know where he is. He…” he glanced quickly over Sasuke’s shoulder at a pale redhead who shook his head slowly.

“He left a coupla hours ago.” He finished, eyes flickering quickly back to Sasuke and stepping back hesitantly as if anticipating another attack.

Sasuke ran a frustrated hand through his hair and cursed under his breath before turning back to the purple-haired whore. “Where?” he demanded. “Where did he go?”

Sai shrugged uncomfortably. “Dunno. He… uh, he doesn’t come around here much.”

The boy’s shifting eyes told Sasuke instantly that he was lying. He debated forcing more answers from him, but he fell back as his stomach rolled again. There was no point in running around aimlessly searching for a boy whose face he barely even recalled.

He turned back to the prostitute with a scowl, determined to forget all about this nightmare and find his way home. “Is there a telephone booth nearby?”

--oo—oo—oo--

“Kakashi.”

“Sasuke-chan! What made you think of me at this hour?”

The man’s chirpy voice made Sasuke’s ears ache, but he refrained from snapping back because of the anger hidden under that obnoxious tone.

“I…” he started, but found he couldn’t finish. “I. Kakashi…”

“Where are you?” The voice was low now, frustrated, exhausted. Sasuke squashed the trickle of guilt in his mind ruthlessly.

“Shine Street.” He replied quietly, wincing as Kakashi cursed viciously on the other end of the line. “Near the…” he looked around for an outstanding monument that might direct Kakashi to him. His gaze fell on the hotel he had just evacuated. “Near the Icha Icha Paradise Motel.”

The words sounded slimy on his tongue and he scowled in disgust, but felt lighter at Kakashi’s low chuckle.

“Alright, stay there. And we’re going to have a long talk once you get home, Sasuke.”

The subtle threat in Kakashi’s voice made Sasuke sigh as he hung up. He pressed his forehead against the cool glass, closed his eyes, and waited for oblivion.

--oo—oo—oo—

The silence in the car was oppressive at best and suffocating at worst. Sasuke could feel the heavy gaze of Kakashi’s disappointment even though he was turned away and facing the window.

The streets went by in a whir, and the car came to a slow stop as the street light turned red. Sasuke scoffed lightly at this; not only was Kakashi’s perhaps the only car on the street at this hour, but the police were also practically nonexistent in this part of town.

He debated telling him to just run it, but a flash of blonde hair caught his eye as a boy crossed the street and wandered into the sparse crowd of people on the other side. Sasuke didn’t realize that he’d leaned forward and pressed his hands urgently to the glass on the car window, but Kakashi did. He frowned curiously at him, but thought no more of it as the light turned green and he floored the gas, eager to get home.

Sasuke was just about to dismiss the bright haired boy as the car started moving again, but as if fate itself had gently nudged his face to the side, he turned to catch one last glimpse just as the boy looked over his shoulder and met Sasuke’s gaze with eyes the color of which Sasuke had only ever seen once before.

“Stop the car.” The words left him in a breathless whisper as he kept his gaze fixed on the wide, shocked eyes that were diminishing in the distance.

“STOP!”

Kakashi braked purely out of shock as Sasuke grabbed his arm, but didn’t have a chance to voice his incredulity as Sasuke kicked the door open and stumbled out of the car.

The boy stood there, staring, as Sasuke started running forward, and suddenly Sasuke recalled Orochimaru’s hissing voice and his own, in the throes of passion, calling out the boy’s name.

“Naruto!”

That seemed the break the boy out of his stupor and his mouth dropped open in shock before he spun on his heels and broke out into a sprint. Sasuke cursed viciously under his breath as he started running in earnest, his feet pounding the pavement in tandem with his heart. The boy disappeared around a corner and Sasuke put on another burst of speed, silently voicing his thanks to the track coach that had worked him day and night back when he had been in high school.

He skidded around the corner and saw Naruto look back over his shoulder before kicking off the wall and grasping onto the steel railing that hung dangerously from the second floor balcony of what Sasuke guessed was an abandoned apartment.

He was about thirty yards away from Naruto when the boy swung his legs up in an attempt to maneuver himself entirely onto the railing. Twenty yards when he slipped and the steel scored a bloody line along his leg. Ten when he lost his grip entirely and started to fall.

Sasuke felt all feeling leave his legs as he ran – they became nothing more than a heavy moving weight that propelled him forward. For a moment, as startled blue eyes met his, he thought he wouldn’t make it. That thought frightened him, though he couldn’t understand why. Naruto was perhaps ten feet from the ground, a fall surely wouldn’t kill him.

But his mind refused to grasp that simple thought, and threw himself into motion, diving the last few feet as he had been taught to do in races, and caught Naruto seconds before he hit the ground.

His twisted his body to the side as he fell, hands tightening on the warm bundle in his arms and felt the impact jar his very bones as his back made contact with the concrete. The breath was knocked out of him and his head swam with panic as his lungs refused to expand. The weight on top of him shifted quickly and he took in a shuddering breath before pulling it back.

Naruto landed on his chest with a soft ‘oof’, and Sasuke opened his eyes to stare into his scowling face. The scene brought back the memory of last night, when they’d looked at each other in the exact same way. His heart continued to pound despite the lack of exertion on his body and for a few, insane moments like the night before, he ached to press his lips to the ones above him.

And then, of course, Naruto had to open to his big mouth.

“RAAAPE!”


TBC

A/N: Thank you, all of my darling readers, for the overwhelming response! Much love to you all! I've gotten most of this story planned out, so updates should be frequent. I'm concentrating most of characterization, so I'd love love LOVE some comments on that. Drop me a line if you would?

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Ella