D/s Naruto

Chapter 26 (Saturday 16 June 2007, evening)

As Sasori, Neji, and Gaara waited under the club’s canopy, Kotetsu brought around the car that Sasori had driven into work tonight. It was a big aqua blue 1969 Cadillac convertible, a car restored to be almost identical to the famous “Stonewall Car” that is featured in almost every NYC Gay Pride parade. Ever since Sasori and Deidara had taken a holiday in the Big Apple, some six years ago, Deidara had spoken wistfully of the car. His favorite color was blue-green although he often used the Japanese term “Sei” for the color, saying it was a term as beautiful as the color itself. Two years ago for Deidara’s birthday, Sasori had given him the car, which had promptly been given the nickname, “Sei-san.” As Deidara almost never drove anywhere and would never deny his master anything, the car was essentially Sasori’s, but he was always careful to ask permission to use it and to refer to it as Deidara’s or “Sei-san.”

When Kotetsu brought around Sei-san, the white roof was up rather than back. Gaara impatiently went around to the passenger’s side before the car had barely stopped and climbed into the back. Despite the car’s size, it only had two-doors. Sasori took the opportunity to apologize to Neji. He let Kotetsu walk Neji around to the passenger’s side and seat him, jumping in and to start the car. He didn’t, however, because it was apparent that Gaara had been having sex recently and not taken a shower. In the few minutes he’d sat alone in the car, he’d managed to somehow make it smell of sweat and sex. Muttering excuses about it being a nice night, Sasori put the top down. Fortunately, the minute the car was moving, Gaara couldn’t be smelled any more—at least not from the front seat.

Sasori babbled on to the two silent men in the car about the history of “Sei-san” and then the history of the “Stonewall Car.” A useless lecture was probably the best way to handle the horrible awkwardness of this and keep it from violence. It seemed shockingly soon to Sasori that they arrived at Neji’s house although to the other two men in the car, the trip had been much too long.

Neji lived in a house on the property of his uncle. Right off one of the main roads in town was a small lane that ran between a cemetery and one of the few open plots of ground not under construction. The plot was owned by the Hyuuga’s and kept undeveloped as a buffer between them and the world. The entire lane and the six huge houses off it that curved around the base of a small, but steep hill belong to Hyuuga Hiashi. One of the smallest was occupied by Neji, right next to the larger Spanish-style home occupied by Hinata. Neji’s home was one of those California bungalows that were a sort of Disney version of Old England. The tiny house had timber framing, window boxes, shutters with cute little cutouts of stars and hearts, and even a few circular windows. It was so totally inappropriate for Neji that Sasori suddenly wondered how much Hiashi liked his nephew. He’d never let either of his nephews live in a place that would constantly annoy them.

Neji’s “cottage” came with a detached garage designed to look like a horse stable, and Neji indicated that Shika’s personal things were in the small room above the double garage. Sasori though about Gaara’s small one-story home and cringed as the three of them started up the rather rickety wooden steps to what had been Shikamaru’s room. Maybe he should offer to add on a second story as a wedding present? But when they all pushed into the room, Sasori relaxed. It looked terrible. Three of the walls sloped down so low that much of the space was unusable. There were three closets along the fourth wall, the one above the back wall of the garage. The first was really a closet, the second was a shower, and the third, a toilet. On the sloping wall opposite the door was a washtub-style sink next to a half refrigerator with a microwave on it. A single bed, a tatty area rug, and some other mismatched furniture that looked like it came from a thrift store filled the rest of the room. Not that a Hyuuga would shop at a thrift store; these were likely just the furniture that would have been sent to the thrift store had not Neji needed them. There was almost no evidence of Shikamaru other than a very modern black nylon backpack on one of the armless wooden chairs and a sleek titanium Mac laptop on the stained wooded table. A black rolling suitcase was in the small closet along with fewer clothes than what Sasori sent to the drycleaners after one weekend. A worn black motorcycle jacket and a sleek black helmet that looked like the twin to the one Gaara had left down in the backseat of Sei-san, however, made Sasori think that perhaps Gaara had chosen well.

The rest of Shikamaru’s clothes were in low bureau, and almost all of them were black, grey, military green, or khaki. Sasori thought about what Deidara’s reaction would be to such a wardrobe—his slave would leave him if forced to endure such clothing for longer than a few hours although there were a few black mesh pieces that he might like. There was one photo of Asuma, Shikamaru, and Chouji at a party on top of the bureau. Other than that photo, there were no knickknacks or purely decorative objects whatsoever. Again, Sasori took this as a good sign—he couldn’t imagine Gaara living peacefully with anyone who didn’t have a minimalist aesthetic.

It was bizarre watching Gaara methodically pack the black suitcase with the clothes, one picture, toiletries, and other personal items in the room. He ignored a carton of cigarettes, but carefully packed a jar of rhubarb jam and another of Dijon mustard from the little refrigerator, as well as some crackers that had been sitting on the microwave. The vague scent of smoke in the room and the evidence of smoking worried Sasori, knowing Gaara’s rather militant approach to making his life be smoke-free. You smoked at your peril around him, for he had in the past broken fingers and once a wrist, thrown people in swimming pools and fountains, and damaged various pieces of furniture by pinning the offending cigarette to the nearest surface with a knife. Oh, the time he’d used a whip to take the cigarette out of someone’s mouth at one of Sasori’s parties had actually been so amazing that they’d put unlighted ones in their mouth to let him show off for a while.

Sasori and Neji stood silently by the table with Shikamaru’s laptop all during Gaara’s packing. Sasori was wondering if most of Shikamaru’s things were in the actual house, or this was it, but he wasn’t really sure how to ask. Instead he started a discussion about various laptops that really was simply a lecture that allowed them all to pretend this wasn’t one of those “world’s most socially awkward moments.” It didn’t help that in the tiny room, the smell of dried semen on Gaara was competing with the faint smell of cigarette smoke.

The ring of Sasori’s phone was startling and seemed to upset Gaara, who turned and started at Sasori with an intensity that made his uncle nervous. It was Kisame saying, “Big Red, I’m think Sai will be a good way to keep Neji happy when he gets back here. Would you let Deidara give him a little makeover, so he doesn’t look like Itachi’s leftovers? It might be awkward since Itachi is consoling Kimimaro. By the way, your other nephew is on the way over.”

“Fine, Kisame, I don’t have time here,” said Sasori, thinking if he didn’t get off this phone now, Gaara was going to lose it for some odd reason. But the minute he’d spoken to Kisame, Gaara had turned back to his packing. When he seemed finished with everything but the backpack and laptop, Gaara methodically rechecked the room and, embarrassingly, flipped up the mattress on the twin bed to check if Shikamaru had hid something under it. He hadn’t. Sasori filed away the idea that Gaara thought his new slave might be secretive as he moved to the door, allowing Gaara to put the laptop in the backpack. Before zipping it up, Gaara routed through it and removed another pack of cigarettes. Then Gaara slung the backpack over his shoulder, picked up the suitcase and helmet, and moved towards the door. Sasori opened it and started down the stairs, deciding that if Gaara was satisfied with what he had retrieved, he wasn’t going to ask about anything that might be in the house.

He went around to the trunk, but Gaara just put the suitcase, helmet, and backpack in the backseat of the convertible. He pulled out his own helmet and said, “Where’s the bike?” in an unnecessarily hostile tone to Neji.

Neji just went over and unlocked one of the two sets of stable-like doors on the garage, pulling one as open as he could until it touched Sei-san’s bumper. Sasori immediately got in and started backing the Cadillac up. At the roar of the motorcycle, he spent a moment wondering just was sort of bike Gaara’s sub drove—a Harley like Gaara used to have or something more sleek, maybe one of those crotch-rockets, or even a chopper or big touring bike? The black motorcycle that Gaara backed out and turned around looked remarkably like the current bike Gaara had. Sasori felt another level of anxiety lift—Shikamaru, someone he’d never paid much attention to at the club, might just be a good match for Gaara.

His nephew said something to Neji before he accelerated away that made the Hyuuga nod once before locking the garage door. Sasori hoped it was a thank you. When Neji reached the passenger’s door, Sasori asked, “Neji, ah, just so my nephew doesn’t bother you later on, is there anything else of Shika’s that you’d like me to make sure he gets?”

“There’s a small toiletry bag in the house,” said Neji. “I’ll go get it.”

“Thank-you,” said Sasori. “I really appreciate this.”

Neji didn’t take long to return with a small grey bag. That he tossed on the back seat with the suitcase. The two of them rode back to the club in silence until they were only a few blocks away. “I’m going to pay for your expenses tonight because of all the trouble,” said Sasori. “Kisame called early and told me he just hired on a new house sub that we can offer to you complementary tonight. He was waiting tables earlier and running some errands for Itachi, but he’s been a house sub and dom before at a club down in LA, Roots. Ever been there?”

“No, but I’ve heard of the place. So, you mean that kid that looks like Sasuke?” asked Neji.

“Ah, there’s a bit of a resemblance. His name’s Sai. I’m sure he’ll be waiting for you in the bar,” said Sasori.

“I’ll talk to him. I don’t know if I’m going to stay tonight. It’s just been one of those days,” said Neji.

“Yea,” agreed Sasori.

At this point they pulled up in front of the club. Kotetsu was evidently parking Shikamaru’s bike because he wasn’t there. Gaara was by his own bike looking menacing, listening to Kankurou who was with the half naked Shino. Neji got out, and without talking to anyone just walked into the club. Sasori went over to greet his other nephew and admire Shino’s tattoos. It had been a long time since anyone in the club had seen Shino uncovered.

It was unfortunately at the this point that two giggling and drunk college girls pulled up in a Honda to ask directions to Castillo’s dance club. The one in the passenger’s seat, a blonde, shrieked out, “Dr. Aburame! Oh my god! Professor! It’s me, your student, Yamanaka Ino! I’m in your Entomology 101 class on Tuesdays and Thursdays! Oh my god, Professor, you should come dancing with us!” The blonde giggled and stared at Shino with wide eyes.

The three Sunas looked at Shino, feeling sympathy for him. He had to teach girls like this? The horror! Shino waved, but when the blonde made a move to get out of the Honda, he stumbled back into Kankurou, who decided to have a little fun. He spun Shino around and pulled him in for what was less a kiss that a semi-clothed grind involving massive amounts of groping. The blonde literally stared with her mouth open until the pink-haired driver finally got directions from Kotetsu who had pulled around with Kankurou’s Hummer. When the giggling girls finally drove off, the men relaxed and watched the show that Kankurou and Shino were putting on. The ruddy brunette’s sexual assault overwhelmed Shino to the point that when released, he just clung to Kankurou’s arms, clearly wobbly on his legs.

“Well, Professor, what grade did I earn?” asked Kankurou cockily.

“An F,” said Shino in a low, hoarse voice, “but I’ll tutor you privately.”

“I don’t think so doc, you cock tease. You gave me an F. You’re the one that needs to be taught your place,” and Kankurou reached into his pocket and brought out a pair of handcuffs, pulling together Shino’s wrists in front of him and snapping him into the cuffs. “Put him in my passenger’s seat, Kotetsu,” ordered Kankurou, shoving Shino at Kotetsu. Drunk and wobbly, Shino would have fallen, but Kotetsu caught him and took him around to the other side of the Hummer.

Gaara, Kankurou, and Sasori exchanged grins. Sasori said, “Big family dinner both of you, next Sunday, a week from tomorrow at my place. If you still have subs, I’ll expect you to bring them and explain how they are to refer to Deidara. Your grandmother Chiyo still refuses to believe he’s a man although I’ve got dad now saying, `he’ at last.”

Gaara nodded. Then asked Sasori if he was going to following him back to his place with Shika’s suitcase. “Yes,” said Sasori, “Although I’d appreciated a little warning before you make such big changes in your life. I want to look over the contract before you two sign it.”

Again Gaara just nodded. “Good luck, bro!” said Kankurou, helping out by distracting their uncle. “So which one of her bitches is your daughter bringing home from Vegas—Tenten or Tayuya?”

“Both! That’s my girl!” said Sasori fondly. “Well, her life is a circus!” Temari, Sasori’s daughter from a failed marriage, lived and worked in Vegas as a burlesque showgirl. She was tall, statuesque, and famous for her classic fan dancing. She dated two women who worked in the Cirque du Soleil, her roommates/lovers/submissives she occasionally brought home to California. Tenten was primarily a tumbler known for her knife-throwing, sword play, and juggling. The other, Tayuya, played the flute and was a rope dancer.

Kankurou frowned a bit. He and Temari were very competitive and always had been. His cousin’s lesbian ménage a trois made him feel pressured to find someone. And now dammit, Gaara apparently had. He was the odd one out of the family, again. But he also was the only one with a hot, half-naked man handcuffed in his front seat dizzy with desire for him.

“Well, see you next week!” he said, “Got me a Ph.d. to fuck!”

Gaara grinned, gave a thumbs-up sign, and revved up his bike and took off, leaving his uncle to follow. He too had somebody at home to fuck. But he remembered what it had been like when Shikamaru had taken his virginity. That had been amazing. He wasn’t going to give that up. And after all wasn’t that what being dominant was all about—getting exactly the sort of sex you wanted? Gaara had seen a lot of sex watching down in the monitoring room. Now that he had someone to have sex with, he had an awful lot of things he wanted to do. A week, a week off, spent in bed might not be time enough to try them all. He needed to go shopping tomorrow—they would need more food, but really, more importantly than that, they needed more lube. It suddenly occurred to him, he hadn’t asked if Shikamaru needed to work this week. Well, if so, he’d better be prepared to call in sick. And if he didn’t want to, well, there were ways to insure that he would have to say home.

Yes, a week in bed fucking. Gaara would be satisfied with nothing less. That way if Shikamaru couldn’t walk from the workout his ass was getting it wouldn’t matter. All he had to do was submit and do the best his body could do. Gaara had a feeling Shika didn’t have a clue how much he was going to be doing with that lithe coffee-colored body of his. But it would be Gaara’s pleasure to enlighten him. Yes, it would be very much a pleasure.


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A/N: Yea, right, I was going to work this weekend. Well, once more it's Sunday night, and now I'll have to stay up all night with the stuff that earns the money. But you guys made it all worth it. Wow--that review about reading my story and then seeing someone reading it on the train--god, that made me want to write a one shot about the reviewer and the girl with the laptop going off and fucking in the train station or something inspired by the hot story they were reading . . . god, my head has hopelessly swelled thanks to you all!

Well, this chapter is sort of "enter the angst"--my version of Sasuke giving up friends for being an avenger, maybe?

Oh, the toilet brush thing--well I hardly thing it needs to be written out, just a variation on scrub this floor with a toothbrush in your mouth--with a toilet brush in your ass. But maybe I'll give more details if I ever write Kisame making Itachi watch a tape of that.

Glad folks liked Shino.

Wow Allys, you sound super sexy looking, and also I love the strings and paddles. You must be like me a fan of the Beauty trilogy?? The awesome scene with the Queen, the gold balls, the studded glove, and the pot.

For the record, I wasn't thinking of Kakashi being in really bad, bad like damage yourself physical pain with the eggs--just so full he was contracting, wanting it all out, sort of not quite coming, and not getting relief--you know the good, kinky kind of sexual pain that makes the orgasm so, so good??? Or if you don't know, uh, well, just imagine it next time you masturbate and maybe it will sort of make more sense?

Thanks for the great ideas for Neji and Shino!

I'm think Sai dom for Neji now, but Gemna and Itachi are good options too.

As for the person that wanted plot--I have this vague one involving Oro wanting an Uchiha treasure that Sasuke has, but I've not even got a single character to Manda's yet. I was think Zabuza would hide out from Iruka there and Gaara would go slake his bloodlust, but Gaara has instead fallen in love. But I could still send Zabuza out there. I kind of like the idea of Kabuto being involved in illegal hormone injections for sex changes there, but I have no clue how that would remotely connect to anything . . .

Ok, ok, I really should start working. Waaa! Waaa! I want to write more Gaara/Shika and a Kankurou/Shino scene . . . and Neji/Sai/Neji . . .