D/s Naruto

Chapter 27 (Sunday 17 June 2007, 2:30 A.M.)

Sasuke’s back arched, his head tilted back, and he cried out wordlessly as he came for the third time since Naruto had taken off the cockring.

“Sasuke! Sasuke!” shouted Naruto as he once more filled Sasuke’s body with the liquid proof of his orgasm.

It had been Naruto not shouting his name as he came inside him on Sasuke’s bathroom floor that had originally sent Sasuke deep into subspace. Naruto’s use of his name now brought Sasuke back to himself—back to being the youngest Uchiha.

Sasuke’s dark brown eyes flew open and met Naruto’s blue ones. The look on the blonde’s face was so full of love, pride, and certainty, certainty of ownership that Sasuke panicked. Uzumaki’s mouth opened, and he said, “Sasuke, I lo—“

“Danube!”

Immediately concern flooded those blue eyes. Naruto pulled himself out of Sasuke, had the nipple clamps off, and was unhooking the collar in seconds. In those seconds, Sasuke could see a future where he was always taken care of like this—when these golden brown hands would always race to his aid, be there in an emergency. It would be easy to let himself just be taken by Naruto—but only a fool would do that because always never happened, it never lasted.

Sasuke grimaced at his thoughts, and Naruto, thinking he was in pain, flipping him on his stomach before racing off to fetch something. A numbing blast of pain spray covered his back that wasn’t hurting, and then, yes, the damn knife. He was slicing away all the ribbons. A strange ping made Sasuke turn his head, and he realized Naruto was taking out his temporary piercings, flinging the rings about in his haste. Then alcohol, antiseptic cream, more pain spray, and gauze pads. Sasuke doubted any of it was necessary. At one point his wrist with the master-and-slave bracelet was pulled back and fiddled with. Evidently Naruto was satisfied that wasn’t what triggered his use of the safe word, so he let it be.

“Are you ok, now? Is it your ass or your lung?”

It was neither, but Sasuke decided to go with his lung. How do you tactfully say, “I think your temporary infatuation is so seductive I might agree to something that we’d both later regret?” It would only lead to denial that the feelings were temporary, sure to fade—and with Naruto, he might just stab himself and swear another oath of pain he’d always feel like he felt now. Sasuke didn’t think he was wrong about Naruto being in love with him, and telling someone their loving you was making you fall in love too, wasn’t the way to protect both of you from the inevitable broken hearts and bad feelings when it all fell apart—and it would because nothing this fast ever lasted.

“Relax, Naruto,” said Sasuke rolling over. “It’s just some more chest pains—I’ll have my doctor Shizune come check me out. I don’t usually have them two days in a row, but I don’t usually sub two days in a row. Nor have I ever subbed like I’ve been doing—you were great, really great. I guess I am pretty delicate. I usually sub for Itachi, and he knows my body and its limits. It’s better for my health if I’m the one in control, and fortunately, being a dom is what really does it for me sexually and emotionally. But every month or so, I like to switch up and sub. You’re now number 1 on my list of who I’ll go looking for when I’m feeling in the mood to submit.” God, he was a bastard. Naruto had turned away to hide his pain at Sasuke’s words, but he would have to be a first-class asshole not to notice it. Well, no better way to speed along the inevitable disillusionment of love that was merely based on a weekend of good fucking than acting like a first-class asshole.

“Our session tonight was pretty hot,” said Sasuke aloud while inside he was thinking, yeah, if by pretty hot you mean a thermonuclear bomb. “I was serious when I said I would put on these gorgeous nipple clamps you made and masturbate thinking of you; it’s probably going to be my favorite way to go solo for a good month or two,” or year, or decade, added Sasuke to himself. “You seemed to like watching me masturbate with them; hmmm, I’ll have to try that with a sub of my own,” fuck, no, nobody but me or Naruto will ever wear them, but he doesn’t have to know that.

At that Naruto turned and stared at him with a look that Sasuke thought at first was pure rage. But when the blonde spoke, he wasn’t sure. “So that’s what I’ll be doing, eh? You want to watch me masturbate with these things on?” Naruto picked up one of the nipple clamps and twirled it on his finger. After a moment, he cocked his head to the right, asking, “You want to start domming now? Maybe that will make your chest pains go away.”

Sasuke was embarrassingly aware that he was staring to get hard again—fuck, he shouldn’t be able to get an erection again so soon, not after all the times he’d already gotten off today. “I should rest,” he said, aware of how lame that sounded.

“Yea, you should,” said Naruto. “You going to need your strength to dominate me, especially if you want to make me scream. I’ll be happy to masturbate for you, but I hope you’ll fuck me raw so I can’t sit for days. So how about Monday night?”

Jesus—this wasn’t really working. Sasuke had expected Naruto to not want to sub at all. He licked his lips, saying honestly, “Well, I have a private training session with Kakashi on Monday afternoons.” Then he added dishonestly, “With my chest pains, I probably shouldn’t schedule more than one physically exhausting activity.”

Naruto smiled, “Yea, I’m going to exhaust you, Sasuke. Well, why don’t we spar at Kakashi’s on Tuesday. Then I’ll give you three days to rest, delicate boy. Shall we agree you dom for me next Saturday?”

“Sure,” said Sasuke, trying to sound indifferent. “I’ll send over a contract either late today or early Monday. After we spar, you can let me know if it needs any modifications.”

“Good. Let’s make it legal,” said Naruto, “and then I can pierce this cock of yours next Sunday.” He reached out and gripped Sasuke’s half hard cock, and it went fully erect instantly. His thumb smoothed over the slit, and Sasuke tried to remember why he was pushing Naruto away. He looked away from that golden brown hand around his stiff penis, and his eye fell on one of the rings that Naruto had temporarily put into his back. It was bent out of shape. He picked it up and was surprised at how heavy it felt.

“That’s only 10K white gold,” said Naruto, “The one I’ll put in your beanpole will be 20K.”

Sasuke was shocked that Naruto had used white gold for a temporary piercing and mangled it as well. “I’ll pay for these; I seem to have made you damage them. In fact, I should pay for the Prince Albert—you only were going to give me three free piercings, and I’ve gotten double or triple that.”

Naruto’s hand was stroking his cock now. “I’d pay to pierce this cock, Sasuke, but I know you aren’t a whore that sells access to your body. I’ll do it for free like we agreed unless you are a scaredy cat, and all this talk about paying is an excuse to back out of it?”

God, a simple handjob shouldn’t feel this good. Oh, yeah, answer the question. “No, I’ll be there next Sunday if you’re up to it after subbing on Saturday.”

“Oh, I think the sight of this cock will get me up for it, Sasuke,” said Naruto. “So, no subbing for you for a month or so, and no domming until Saturday so you can rest. It looks like your beanpole is going to have a lonely week. Let me give you something else to masturbate to,” said Naruto lowering his mouth to Sasuke’s cock.

Oh, god, yes. One more orgasm wouldn’t make a difference, thought Sasuke, falling back on the bed. God, he’s good at this—and that tongue stud. Oh, god, so good. Yes, this is why I dom—this is better than getting fucked—and then his mind wouldn’t let him lie. He remembered being fucked in front of that mirror, fucked on his foyer floor, fucked on his bathroom floor, fucked on this bed, fucked over there on the padded bench—oh my god, can’t think about that, oh god so good, so amazing, no don’t remember, focus on this, jesus god, tongue studs should be illegal, oh yea, yea, god, yea, so close, so close—

“You know, I’ll be happy to pierce your subs’ tongues for you,” said Naruto, lifting his head from Sasuke’s cock like he wasn’t really very interested in what he was doing. “That is if you like the sensation. Do you?”

“What?” asked Sasuke not having taken any of that in.

“Do you like the feel of my tongue stud on your cock?” asked Naruto slowly as if Sasuke was mentally deficient.

“Yea,” said Sasuke, his voice ragged.

“I’ll give you a discount,” said Naruto.

Sasuke shut his eyes and told himself, `I deserve this. It’s ok; I don’t need to come. I’ve had enough sex. I’m going to get up and leave now. Ok, come on, Sasuke, just sit up.’ Sasuke inhaled deeply and let it out slowly, then began to sit up. But when his body was only partially raised up, Naruto went back to sucking. And now Sasuke was in the perfect position to watch that gold head work him over. Three times—three times was the number of times Naruto was going to sub for him. Three times after this to feel this, to see this—Fuck! Naruto had pressed his tongue stud right into the slit on his cockhead. He’d fucked his cock with his tongue. Oh mother of god, that, that was too good. Oh, fuck—oh god, yes, yes--

“Naruto!” screamed Sasuke as he came hard into the blonde’s mouth. He fell back on the bed, feeling all the fight gone from him. He was hopeless—he wanted so badly to kiss Naruto, to taste his cum inside the blonde’s mouth, to cling to him and have him put that demon cock of his inside him again. But Naruto just went into the bathroom.

When he eventually came out, Sasuke pretended to be asleep, remembering how on Friday night Naruto had shaved his chest and then climbed on top of him and rubbed their cocks together until Sasuke couldn’t pretend anymore . . .

But Naruto merely dressed. He dropped the key to Sasuke’s condo on the night table, switched off the light, and walked out. He didn’t say goodnight, he didn’t say good-bye, he didn’t even look at me, let alone kiss me, thought Sasuke. He rolled on his stomach and pushed his head into the pillow, reciting in his head, `I don’t care, I don’t care, I don’t care.’ And his chest started hurting, hurting so bad that he wanted to cry. It didn’t matter. He’d done the right thing. Already Naruto was getting over him. Well, of course, everyone did. It wasn’t like he was someone successful, popular, or unforgettable like Itachi.

Sasuke’s hands fisted, and he became aware he was still wearing the gold bracelet with its five chained rings. He sat up, turned on the light, and tugged at the clasp. It didn’t budge. Sasuke fiddled with it, then moved closer to the light and bent down. Part of the clasp had been cut away, and there was an odd dent—a dent probably made with a knife. Sasuke remembered his wrist being lifted after he’d said his safeword. Oh. Naruto had damaged the bracelet so he couldn’t take it off. Of course, he could cut it off. Yeah, cut off a five-thousand-dollar work of art—ok, slightly damaged work of art. Hmmm, like it mattered. It was a gift from Itachi. So what that Naruto made it? Sasuke had even thought about buying it himself earlier. It was a nice piece. No reason to damage it more or worry about taking it off. It didn’t mean anything. Nothing at all.

Sasuke turned off the light and tried to sleep. He lay on his back, then his stomach, then his side. He moved the pillows; he adjusted the blanket. Eventually he found a position that seemed to work, and he drifted asleep—with the gold-adorned hand under his check, curled into a fetal position like a baby.

It didn’t mean anything.

Nothing at all.