Whore

Here is the final part of what was supposed to be a oneshot but turned into a twoshot.

Msuzumaki: Sorry it wasn't clear, I went back and read and realized it is a little ambiguous as to why Naruto finally understands he's not free. He lives in an apartment where people come and go all the time, and he thought that no one really kept tabs on it, but when Asuma shows up so quickly he realizes that even though he seemed to have the freedom to come and go as he pleases it's all just an illusion. Naruto never knew any better than to be happy with his lot, so he never noticed that the building he lives in is set up very much like a prison and that nothing happens without someone taking notice. I hope that clears it up for you.


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Whore

Chapter 2


A week passed.



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A month passed.



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Two month passed.





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After six month I still haven’t gotten up the nerve to ask anyone what was going on. Shino hasn’t been back. I saw Kiba once at school a few months ago. He just shook his head at me before turning around and walking away. I knew he didn’t go to school here, so I didn’t really know what to think.

Shino walking away did give me some clarity though. I was able to focus completely on school. I am now psychology major. It helped me understand myself, and I felt I could use the education along with my own experiences to help others. It was obvious that this was a profession that Mr. Sarutobi could benefit from as well so I was hopeful about the future.

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I finished my degree in three years. I made it just under the wire for spring graduation, and I was proud to walk with my class. There were at least twenty people at my graduation cheering for me. Mr. Sarutobi looked on with a stern face but proud eyes. He always made me feel good. Kakashi paid little attention to anything but his porn, and Asuma’s booming voice could be heard throughout the entire arena.

A party was held for me afterward at Mr. Sarutobi’s house where hundreds of people brought gifts and enjoyed the enormous cake with my name on it. I was very happy talking with some of the guests about my degree, and what plans I had for the future. My clients had been cut down to two a week during my last semester. They consisted of only the most important clients to The Sarutobi Corporation. Last week I was informed that I would only be seeing one client a week after graduation, and that I had been accepted into the Master’s program at my university.

My gift from Mr. Sarutobi was by far the most expensive and definitely more than I deserved. He led me out the back door toward the garage. He pulled out a door opener from his pocket and the door began to lift. He didn’t take his eyes off me the whole time. Inside was a bright orange Hummer H2. It was huge and obviously very expensive. The smile on my bosses face was a little more than I could take. I tried to refuse such a generous gift, but he wouldn’t take no for an answer.

“You deserve it. You are the most successful endeavor I’ve ever taken on. I am beyond proud of your accomplishments and your ability to over come all your adversities. This is your reward for working hard and not breaking my heart. I had such high hopes for you, and you’ve surpassed them all. This is my personal gift to you. When you graduate with your doctorate you will be one of my closest advisors. I hold you in high regard Naruto. I myself came from the streets of Tokyo, and I was able to make something of myself. I am an important man now, but I have not been here so long that I can’t understand what you have been through. Trust is not something you can buy with money and neither is loyalty. You have earned my trust and proven your loyalty many times over. You are the only one I have taken in that has made my investment worth while. I think of you like a son, and any father would give such a gift if they were able.”

I didn’t know what to say. The tear that slid down my cheek probably said it all. He hugged me in a very fatherly way, patting me on the back, and I felt loved in a way that I’d never known before. He handed me the keys, and told me that tonight I’d be driving myself home. I’d always had a driver before. I knew how to drive and I had a driver’s license. It was the easiest form of identification you could get, but I’d never been given much opportunity to do it myself.

We went back inside and the rest of the evening seemed like a dream. I wasn’t even uncomfortable that many of my guests knew me intimately. It was business, and if they could treat me with respect then I could do the same.

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Most of my gifts had been things like watches, subscriptions to several psychology journals, and cash. I didn’t have any expenses so I just hid the cash away in a jar on a high shelf in my kitchen. The H2 was by far the best gift and there had been several envious looks pointed at me when I pulled out of the drive. The party had been a week ago and I’d spent most of my time since then going out with friends from the building and preparing for my next semester of school.

No one had knocked on my door for the entire week. I was supposed to have a client this week, but so far nothing. I wasn’t worried about it. I was busy enough that it didn’t even occur to me until Saturday night when there actually was a knock at my door. I didn’t bother to turn the TV off when I went to see who was there.

When I opened the door I wished I hadn’t. Shino stood there looking the same as he’d looked three years ago. We didn’t say a word to each other, I just stepped back and let him in. It occurred to me then that this was probably my client. Just thinking this made me angry. I slammed the door behind me and walked over to the couch. I threw myself down on it and tried to watch the TV, but every move Shino made was impossible to ignore.

“What are you doing here?” I asked. I needed things to be clear, and if I waited any longer I was afraid I’d say something I’d regret.

Shino came over and sat beside me. He took the remote and turned the TV off. “I needed to see you. I know you’re angry, but I still needed to see you.”

I couldn’t look at him. He’s still so much of what I thought I wanted, but I couldn’t do this again. “You’ve seen me. You can go now.”

“I could, but I’m your client for the night. I knew you’d be this way so I made it business. You can’t refuse.”

I could cry at this very moment if I was prone to it, but I’m not. Frustration warred with my sense of loyalty to Mr. Sarutobi. He wouldn’t have sent Shino over unless this was what he wanted. I forced myself to move, but we had so much practice at this that my hands just seemed to know what to do.

I took off his coat and shirt first before sliding to the floor. I took off his socks, his shoes were left by the door, and then started on my own cloths. I kept my eyes downcast and my touches soft and sensual. When I was naked I went to work on his pants, but I was stopped when he grabbed my wrists.

“This isn’t what I want Naruto.”

“But this is all you get.”

He wasn’t happy and it showed in the tightening of every muscle in his body, but he had a monster erection so I wasn’t worried. His pants and underwear were pulled down carefully, but once they were passed his hips I jerked them off and dove into his lap. I didn’t waste any time with foreplay. I deep throated his cock dry and nearly gagged on it which would have been the first time in a very long time for that to happen. His hands went straight to my hair and pulled painfully tight, but not enough to pull me away. He wanted it, but he was showing me how mad he was at me for making him want it. I felt powerful in my ability to make him writhe and moan. I pulled back only to plunge back down on him and swallowed hard. He convulsed, but didn’t come. My throat would hurt like hell tomorrow, but I didn’t care.

His erection was like stone now, and an angry red that let me know it wouldn’t be long now, but I didn’t want it this way. I wanted him to come inside me. I wanted him to remember what we could have been, but would never be. I pulled off with a slick pop, and turned around kneeling with my back to his chest. Before he could say a word I slid down on him fast. His arms came around me like a vise holding me to him. His breath was hot on my back as he panted. He didn’t allow me to move at all while he regained control. I’d wanted it to be over fast, and I didn’t like how the tables had suddenly turned back on me again.

As his grip loosened I felt his hips shift down a bit before thrusting back up inside me. I tried to shift so he’d miss my prostate, but he knew me too well, and he hit it square. I was being punished with the euphoria of perfect sex. It had never been this way with anyone but him, and he knew it. I was as out of control as he was now, and we writhed against each other. I had the leverage to control the rhythm, but he had the upper body strength to control the angle. His hand slide down my stomach as I felt him harden even further inside me. He took hold of my weeping erection, pulling once, twice, thrice, and I was gone, whisked away on a wave of unbridled pleasure.

He was right there with me, and I vaguely felt him push into me hard for an even deeper penetration as his cock jerked inside me. It was beautiful and terrifying at the same time. He had such control over me, and I had tried for so long to get past this only to crack under the slightest pressure from his hand. Now was not the time to stay lost. When I finally came back to myself I pulled off of him and stepped up on wobbly legs. As I moved away I felt his come slide down the inside of my thighs, and I couldn’t help the twitch in my own cock at just the thought of how many times I’d dreamed of this. Just this, and nothing more. No romantic dinners or perfect relationships that in the movies work, but in real life were just a joke. All I’d ever wanted was to be good enough for him to have his come inside me.

My heart hurt suddenly. It was the same feeling when I’d realized he wasn’t coming back. I couldn’t do this again. I had goals and a future. I wouldn’t let him ruin that for me.

I didn’t have any words for him at that moment. I spared a glance in his direction, and noticed that he was still sitting on the couch; his head hanging back over the edge, the rest of his body sprawled out across the surface in complete exhaustion. The tension was gone from him, and I walked into my bedroom, closing the door softly behind me.

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When I got out of the shower I found him sitting on my bed wearing a pair of my pajama pants. He was stunning in the moonlight, all pale shadows and sharp angles. My breath caught at the sight of him, but I controlled it quickly. He saw it though, and a smile crossed his lips. He held a hand out to me, but I just walked around him to my dresser.

I pulled the towel off my waist and threw it in the hamper by the door before pulling out another pair of pants. I slid them on, and walked to the other side of the bed. I reached down to lift the covers when I felt his arms slide around my waist. He pulled me flush with his body, and breathed hot kisses on my neck. I melted at his touch, it was a reaction bought through time and experience and I couldn’t resist when it was all I’d dreamed of for so long.

I was still a whore though, and right now it was worse than ever because I was back to being his whore. I wasn’t hurt enough by the thought to let go though. All I wanted was for him to hold me and pretend that the last three years hadn’t really happened. I felt his renewed erection pressing against me, and I moaned long and slow. My body leaned against his molding to him perfectly.

This time it would be making love, and I felt myself surrender to it. He would have me how he wanted me, and I would let him.

His hands were slow and warm on my skin. I’m manicured, waxed, buffed and massaged once a week. Everyone in the building is even if they aren’t in my line of work. Shino always did love how polished my body is. I felt his hand slide into my pants and run light touches over my almost painfully hard erection. It was a tease and yet it wasn’t. He was letting me know that this time it would be gentle and that he was looking for the forgiveness I’d denied him earlier. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing I’d missed him, that I was still crazy in love with him. He’d hurt me and no matter how much I loved him, I’d learned to live without, and I honestly wanted to stay that way. Like I said before I’m no masochist, and setting myself up for more pain from this man was not something I wanted to do.

I felt his other hand slide in and then my pants were being lowered as far as he could push them without loosing contact. I felt his bare erection rest against me perfectly and I realized he had pulled his pants down at the same time as mine. I lifted up a bit and slid back onto him slowly, and I thoroughly enjoyed the moan of pure pleasure released against my neck. I slid my feet together to tighten the experience for him, and then reached back with both hands and pulled his hips into me hard.

I was always unusually tight for a whore, but after a week of no sex of any kind, I was like a virgin again. His teeth nipped at my ear as he pulled back slowly before thrusting back in. This time it was my turn to moan. It was never this good with anyone else, and with nothing between us it made the experience that much more personal. He’s the only man I ever voluntarily had unprotected sex with, and the freedom of it was intoxicating.

His hands moved to my hips as he slowly increased the pace, and mine went to his hair. I love his hair, it’s wild and spiky and absolutely perfect during sex. He kept it leisurely for a very long time just gliding in and out of me, and my body was quivering with the intensity of our connection. It had been too long since I’d felt this, sex had become meaningless again and I couldn’t control the fear in me at the thought of doing without this again.

He pulled away from me, and though I tried to hold on, his hands were firm and insistent. Both of our pants were removed and he shifted me onto the bed on my back. He was on me again, and I was struck with the sudden knowledge that this is what home feels like. This is where I’ve always belonged, right here beneath him. His lips were a gentle caress against my neck and still feather light as they moved to hover over mine. This would be our first kiss. I was practically vibrating with anticipation, and then his lips were on mine. I opened to him, and it was heaven. His lips are soft as silk and his tongue is strong and demanding. If I’d been standing I would have gone weak in the knees at how truly good he is at the art of kissing.

Our bodies shifted, but the kiss never broke. I vaguely heard a click sound next to my head and then his hand was between us, wetting his cock in a preview of what was to come. That same slick hand was now sliding under my thigh, and pulling my leg up around his waist. His lips released mine as his erection hovered at my opening. My hands moved of their own volition in a shameful act of submission. His smile is radiant, but I miss most of it when my eyes slide shut in pleasure. There’s not even the slightest burn this time as he enters me. I want so badly to come, but he’s avoiding giving me any pleasure other than our connection until he’s sure my body has calmed. For an instant I hate him for knowing my body so well.

I feel the time ticking by, but it’s more like a trance than simply motion. Shino’s moving over me with pin point accuracy. His muscles are coated in a sheen of sweat that make them stand out in stark relief in the moonlight. He is the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen in my life and I have to bit my tongue not to tell him so. I don’t want to come before he does, but he’s like a freight train with a full tank of fuel and I’m almost there. My breath is loud and harsh but not alone. I only have time to breath out the slightest warning before I’m diving over the edge. My legs tighten around him, but he still pistons into me without pause. His eyes are serious and calm, and I find I can’t look away for even a second.

I don’t come down for a long time. He’s keeping such a strong pace of constant pressure inside me that my orgasm turns almost painful. My muscles relax one by one, and still he drives on. It feels like hours, days, even weeks, and he’s still going. I vaguely remember wishing this could last forever, but I hadn’t really meant it. I won’t come again tonight, and my newly formed erection will only add intensity to the pain of over stimulation.

“I want to feel you come…” I whisper to him and the rhythm increases enough to let me know he’s listening. “Please…” I’m reduced to begging, but I’ve never been above it especially when it comes to something I want. His body shutters, and I know this feeling. His body lays closer down against mine, and his breath is now cool on my over heated skin. The sheets below me are soaked through, and I have so many aberrant thoughts about small inconsequential things trying to distract my mind from thinking that I might actually come again. His arms slide under my back and we are so close now that I can feel his heart racing in his chest.

He’s whispering something nonstop into my skin, but I can’t hear it. He holds me tighter and his thrusts slam into me painfully. The bones of his hips are leaving bruises in my thighs, and every second that passes his attack becomes more brutal. When he reaches then end the cry that leaves him is strangely filled with pain more than pleasure, and I hold him as hard as I can, as if my hands alone can make whatever hurt him this much just disappear.

He cleans me after. I can barely move. I will hurt horribly in the morning, but I don’t care. If this is how it will be then I will beg for it every night. He’s changed the sheets and when he climbs in next to me I’m pulled into his arms. All I want to do is sleep, but the tempo of his breath tells me he’s anxious and probably wants to talk, and that’s the last thing I’m ready for.

“I never wanted to leave you…”

That’s one hell of a cop out and I really don’t want to have his conversation right now. I just stay silent and try as hard as I can to convince him I’m already asleep.

“I can tell when you’re faking. Please talk to me.”

“What’s there to talk about? I was you’re whore then, and I’m you’re whore now. Nothing’s changed, I just want to sleep. You can go if you want.”

He shifted out from under me then to sit on the edge of the bed. He ran his fingers through his hair roughly and huffed a loud sigh. I want to scream at him to just go so I can sleep. I know he needs to talk about this, but I’m having a hard time finding it in myself to give him any concession.

“You’ve never been a whore to me. Things with Kiba were always so much more complicated than they had to be. He made caring for him hard, and the first time I came to you was because I needed to know that I had options. Kiba and I had broken up at least ten times by then and that last time was a strain. He always had to have things his way. When I found I couldn’t live with something anymore I would leave him. He’d always come back and promise that things would be different, but they never were. I’m no push over, but I loved him, and I didn’t want to live with constant confrontation so I put up with his need to be in control. It was a mistake to let him think that he could control me.

“In some ways I’m in the same situation as you. My father is head of operations in Tokyo. I’m well trusted, but I have the same type of freedom as you. I can do what I want as long as I do it the way I’m told. I was sent to Tokyo after I left you. Kiba and I were both sent there. We were told to sort out our differences. It was hard because he didn’t want to accept that our relationship was over, but he understands now. I was also told that I was to have no contact with you at all. Sarutobi Sama told me that I was becoming a distraction for you, and he would not have his prize tainted. He is very possessive of you. I wasn’t even allowed to come to your graduation. I think he feels threatened by my attachment to you.”

I was right. I’m not capable of handling this situation right now. The euphoria of great sex added to the complexity of the situation was making me sympathetic and forgiving. I want to be angry with him. The pause got a little uncomfortable, and I decided he was waiting for me to say something, but that would just lead me further in the “forgiveness” direction which I was avoiding at all cost.

“I don’t know why he would worry, it’s not like he doesn’t have a building full of whore’s to do his clients. It wouldn’t have made any difference if you’d stayed either. We were together for quite a while and I was still working. I wasn’t planning on stopping, and you knew better than to ask.”

Shino turned to me and gave me a strange look. It was so dark that I didn’t quite recognize it, but it made me uncomfortable anyway.

“You don’t know do you?”

I couldn’t hide the confusion on my face, but I was lucky that the light was behind me so he couldn’t see. “Know what?”

He laughed then. It was a laugh filled with humor, but there was something underneath that made my skin crawl.

“You are by far his highest earner Naruto. The average price of the others is two or three K, but you go for no less than ten. Ten thousand dollars a night Naruto. He doesn’t charge me or any of the other employees that were lucky enough to have a night with you, but all those business men, all those suits that paraded in and out of here paid top dollar for you. Do you have any idea how amazing you are? Not just the natural blonde hair and shockingly blue eyes, but the fact that you can hold a conversation, an intelligent one? You are worth every dime and all those men knew it. Several even tried to buy you, but Sarutobi Sama wouldn’t even consider it no matter how much they offered, and I can tell you they offered big. He is so proud of you, do you think all of his little sluts get a huge graduation party and a seventy thousand dollar vehicle for getting a degree. It was the fact that you graduated summa cum laude in pre-med and before you even graduated you were accepted into the master’s program for psychology.

“You are beautiful, young, and intelligent. You came from less than nothing, and have worked your ass off to become something better. He has said many times that he see’s himself in you. I was your lover, and competing for your affection, yes he felt threatened by me, and with good reason. My loyalty to him is unquestionable, but sooner or later I would have grown tired of sharing you. He knew this so he sent me away and forbade me from contacting you. Now that you need to focus mostly on your studies I was allowed to come home. He told me to make you happy, and I think that’s truly what he wants for you, it was just bad timing three years ago.”

Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit! Why did everything that came out of his mouth seem so sensible. It all made sense, and I couldn’t deny that Mr. Sarutobi was quite possessive of my attention when he was around. I had a hard time believing that I was actually worth that much money because that would mean I was making forty to fifty grand a week, sometimes sixty. It wasn’t worth contemplating though. All I could think about was what he’d said right there at the end. I wanted that too. I wanted Shino to stay with me and make me happy.

“Is that what you want?” I had to ask.

“What?”

“Do you want to make me happy?”

He smiled at me and leaned down to pull me close. It felt so good to be beside him again. “It’s what I’ve always wanted.”

The moment was too perfect so I do have to ruin it a little. Can’t have you thinking I’m really getting one of those cheesy happy endings now could I?

“I’m still made at you…”

“I know, but you love me so it’s ok.”

I would have slapped that cheeky grin off his face if he hadn’t kissed me so very very well.

He’s right though, I do love him, and I know he loves me. I guess sometimes whores do get happy endings after all.

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