The Stage's Avenger
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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult +
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4
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Chapter Three
A/N: 500 hits on 2 chapters~! WOO! I suppose with all of the reviews, people are really enjoying the idea of this! But people should remember, this is something to clear my head when I can’t focus on ‘Found You’, so this story may never finish – and may update very infrequently.
A note: Sasuke’s seiyuu, Mr. I need a paper bag because I’m a butterface - does sing. He coulda been a Jrocker if he wasn’t more hideous than Mana’s never-seen ass fried in Crisco. If you want to hear Sasuke making sweet love to a microphone, there are songs on the BLEACH ost performed by his series personality – Quincy. ‘Suigintou no Yoru’ is probably the best one.
oOKeairaOo: The thought’s appreciated! I’d rather not have my fic in too many places, though, and I’m not a member of LJ. It’d seem kinda cheap joining just to put it up, ne? Ah well. I’ll just have to make this fic SO FUCKING HOTZORZ that people will have to come here to read it cuz they’ll be talking about it in those rings!
Chapter pairings: Uchihacest, Orochimaru x Kabuto
Disclaimer: I do not own Uchiha Sasuke’s audio tapes. …Sadly.
The Stage’s Avenger
by Peaches
Chapter Three
One of the clunking boots that had been unbearable to stand in thudded on the floor under the table, followed by the other. Sasuke raised a leg to rest his socked foot on the edge of the table and stare to the pair that had invited him.
Neither made a comment towards the stain of blue punch on the big toe.
The one with the silver hair had come back stage and presented the business card and immediately, Ino had tried to take herself and that ‘friend’ who was supposed to be the leader up on it. Though the guy apologized humbly, he was stern about making sure only Sasuke came with him. So now, that group wanted nothing to do with him and had cursed him on the way out while the blond threatened to auction off his briefs.
Like it was the only pair he had.
Or that he could go home in them. But the guy he was being introduced to… Pitch eyes narrowed, enhanced by the shadow riding his lower rims as he chewed his lip in thought. What a creepy guy. Though Sasuke externally emitted no signs of being disturbed, his insides were slowly freezing over. He could only assume it was because they wanted to die at the way the man licked as his lips and his poisoned gold eyes glazed over every time Sasuke did anything.
He had never felt so revolted to be in his own skin.
“…If you’re just going to stare…” he offered glumly, arms slung across the back of the booth cushions. When he moved to get up, the young man settled a hand on his bangled wrist. He was about to rip it away when the creepy man spoke up.
“You have potential.”
Never in Sasuke’s dreams or nightmares could he have grasped how disgusted he could feel with being paid a compliment. The oily voice was still in his ears and resulted in him shuddering. It was different from having a bubble of chlorine from the pool; this was one that migrated through the channels to one’s throat and constricted them.
He ignored the discomfort to attempt swallowing the lump away. Grimacing as his arms folded impatiently, he inclined his head for an answer. “Potential for what?”
A child’s curiosity was one he never grew tired of. Sulfuric eyes rolled up with a smile, chuckling shortly to himself. “To be owned by every listening ear in this country and then some.”
Defiant, the Uchiha breathed his own chuckle, defensively narrowing his eyes. Beside him, the silver-haired man shifted to adjust his glasses. “You can tell that after just one song?”
“You shouldn’t underestimate yourself,” he cooed insipidly, placing his hollowed cheek in to a hand. “Or me for that matter, Sasuke-kun.”
“Don’t call me that.”
Impishly he smiled, breathing out a chuckle. “Of course. Uchiha-kun, then.”
Features twisting sourly, Sasuke pulled his foot off the table and collected himself to leave, hissing under his breath. “If you’re just going to condescend to me…” He had better things to do than listen to some freak speak to him like he was still in grade school.
What a temper. In the beat of the café that swayed to the new band occupying the stage, it was easy for him to shiver and go unnoticed. But, this one appeared to be more… rabid than the older specimen he had the fortune of crossing. By the way the boy’s lip curled as his angry glare settled, Orochimaru must have been licking his dried lips again and not been keeping aware of it.
The smaller guy removed the lenses from his nose, his tone casual and informative, but second in his priorities as he freed a kerchief to clean them. “Please, do not be mistaken. We would like to speak to you with the utmost respect – and do – but we cannot give you the same title as…” Dark brown eyes drifted to the older man that cut in to his explanation with that giddy venom lacing his tone.
“—We simply can’t give you the same amount of consideration as we would if… you were Uchiha-san.” His expression was priceless, and in the shadows of his bangs, his pupils had the guise of being inky slats in pools of joy-smelted gold.
There was so much in common. They had the same pride in their spine that widened graceful shoulders. This one, however, had a way that his hips tilted forward, keeping the rest of him at distance and isolated from anyone that could ever be close to him.
He had no reason for anyone else, when Sasuke knew he already belonged to someone, carried himself in a manner that said he was in no way collared like the leather on his neck belied. Instead, it was a badge that he wore in the esteem of no one else being able to bend such a confession from him.
Uchihas broke for no one. This one, though rabid, had a bed not his own in which he retreated to. At the mere thought a peel of laughter erupted from him, disturbing the immediate tables and his company. His lungs ached and his loins burned, collecting a fist on the table as he shook his head of the absurdity. It wasn’t tangible, how different they were. He had been convinced, for the longest time, that the entire lot of them must have been passionless, ruthless calculators. Here, right in front of him stood the antithesis to everything that brilliant, frigid little prick stood for.
Kabuto shifted his stubborn glasses, glancing to the teen that stood in mute contempt. As the snake of a man uncurled from his own hysterical world, one eye from the swamp of his hair peered up as his cheek rested on the cool tabletop.
“How does it sound, Sasuke? Contract that wonderful voice of yours to me…”
Nails dug in to the wood grain as he watched the consideration drift through ebon pools that ran much deeper than the lifeless pair he had been reduced to working with so many late nights.
”Scream for me…” trickled under his breath, lips twisting at the idea. Anything but ‘yes’ would bring from him a joy that would dampen the fabric bunched in his lap. The small price of his entertainment.
“I believe what Orochimaru-sama is… attempting to convey is that—“ There wasn’t a soul that had the intent to let him finish tonight, the snip of ire next to the table stopping him.
“I think he’s trying to ask me to sing on his cock until dawn.”
In his lapse, the serpent could pay no heed to how the Uchiha gnashed his jaw and turned away. He could only tremble in the aftershocks of bliss at the way a leather-wrapped ass retreated for the doors. Beside him, his shoulder nudged in the energy of Kabuto rising to remind the boy of his abandoned clogs.
Sasuke would rather walk home in his socks than take the offer of a ride home or put on those unbearable rubber stilts.
Six inches from where they had started, his nails were now cracked and filed from dragging in to the wood, biting in to the heel of his palm the same way he tore at the inside of his lip.
“…Kabuto,” he barked distantly, eyes rolling shut in the way threads of his yukata began to cool.
“Yes?”
“Was it just me… or did that sound like a challenge…”
“…It was just you, Orochimaru sa—AH!” His head twisted as he was struck, knuckles freeing his glasses in to the crowds nearby, blood from his lip, and senses from his sockets that oozed from his nose.
Amusement was gone from him, features contorted in savage disappointment towards the young man. “You should know better… Everything is a challenge, with their kind.”
As Kabuto fumbled with himself to keep blood off of his coat and again free his kerchief, the snake slipped out of the booth and led himself out. Shortly behind him, his assistant was bowed and letting crimson flow in to the cotton, mourning for his lost prescription.
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Refer to the AU section for the rest of this chapter, and this fic.
A note: Sasuke’s seiyuu, Mr. I need a paper bag because I’m a butterface - does sing. He coulda been a Jrocker if he wasn’t more hideous than Mana’s never-seen ass fried in Crisco. If you want to hear Sasuke making sweet love to a microphone, there are songs on the BLEACH ost performed by his series personality – Quincy. ‘Suigintou no Yoru’ is probably the best one.
oOKeairaOo: The thought’s appreciated! I’d rather not have my fic in too many places, though, and I’m not a member of LJ. It’d seem kinda cheap joining just to put it up, ne? Ah well. I’ll just have to make this fic SO FUCKING HOTZORZ that people will have to come here to read it cuz they’ll be talking about it in those rings!
Chapter pairings: Uchihacest, Orochimaru x Kabuto
Disclaimer: I do not own Uchiha Sasuke’s audio tapes. …Sadly.
by Peaches
Chapter Three
One of the clunking boots that had been unbearable to stand in thudded on the floor under the table, followed by the other. Sasuke raised a leg to rest his socked foot on the edge of the table and stare to the pair that had invited him.
Neither made a comment towards the stain of blue punch on the big toe.
The one with the silver hair had come back stage and presented the business card and immediately, Ino had tried to take herself and that ‘friend’ who was supposed to be the leader up on it. Though the guy apologized humbly, he was stern about making sure only Sasuke came with him. So now, that group wanted nothing to do with him and had cursed him on the way out while the blond threatened to auction off his briefs.
Like it was the only pair he had.
Or that he could go home in them. But the guy he was being introduced to… Pitch eyes narrowed, enhanced by the shadow riding his lower rims as he chewed his lip in thought. What a creepy guy. Though Sasuke externally emitted no signs of being disturbed, his insides were slowly freezing over. He could only assume it was because they wanted to die at the way the man licked as his lips and his poisoned gold eyes glazed over every time Sasuke did anything.
He had never felt so revolted to be in his own skin.
“…If you’re just going to stare…” he offered glumly, arms slung across the back of the booth cushions. When he moved to get up, the young man settled a hand on his bangled wrist. He was about to rip it away when the creepy man spoke up.
“You have potential.”
Never in Sasuke’s dreams or nightmares could he have grasped how disgusted he could feel with being paid a compliment. The oily voice was still in his ears and resulted in him shuddering. It was different from having a bubble of chlorine from the pool; this was one that migrated through the channels to one’s throat and constricted them.
He ignored the discomfort to attempt swallowing the lump away. Grimacing as his arms folded impatiently, he inclined his head for an answer. “Potential for what?”
A child’s curiosity was one he never grew tired of. Sulfuric eyes rolled up with a smile, chuckling shortly to himself. “To be owned by every listening ear in this country and then some.”
Defiant, the Uchiha breathed his own chuckle, defensively narrowing his eyes. Beside him, the silver-haired man shifted to adjust his glasses. “You can tell that after just one song?”
“You shouldn’t underestimate yourself,” he cooed insipidly, placing his hollowed cheek in to a hand. “Or me for that matter, Sasuke-kun.”
“Don’t call me that.”
Impishly he smiled, breathing out a chuckle. “Of course. Uchiha-kun, then.”
Features twisting sourly, Sasuke pulled his foot off the table and collected himself to leave, hissing under his breath. “If you’re just going to condescend to me…” He had better things to do than listen to some freak speak to him like he was still in grade school.
What a temper. In the beat of the café that swayed to the new band occupying the stage, it was easy for him to shiver and go unnoticed. But, this one appeared to be more… rabid than the older specimen he had the fortune of crossing. By the way the boy’s lip curled as his angry glare settled, Orochimaru must have been licking his dried lips again and not been keeping aware of it.
The smaller guy removed the lenses from his nose, his tone casual and informative, but second in his priorities as he freed a kerchief to clean them. “Please, do not be mistaken. We would like to speak to you with the utmost respect – and do – but we cannot give you the same title as…” Dark brown eyes drifted to the older man that cut in to his explanation with that giddy venom lacing his tone.
“—We simply can’t give you the same amount of consideration as we would if… you were Uchiha-san.” His expression was priceless, and in the shadows of his bangs, his pupils had the guise of being inky slats in pools of joy-smelted gold.
There was so much in common. They had the same pride in their spine that widened graceful shoulders. This one, however, had a way that his hips tilted forward, keeping the rest of him at distance and isolated from anyone that could ever be close to him.
He had no reason for anyone else, when Sasuke knew he already belonged to someone, carried himself in a manner that said he was in no way collared like the leather on his neck belied. Instead, it was a badge that he wore in the esteem of no one else being able to bend such a confession from him.
Uchihas broke for no one. This one, though rabid, had a bed not his own in which he retreated to. At the mere thought a peel of laughter erupted from him, disturbing the immediate tables and his company. His lungs ached and his loins burned, collecting a fist on the table as he shook his head of the absurdity. It wasn’t tangible, how different they were. He had been convinced, for the longest time, that the entire lot of them must have been passionless, ruthless calculators. Here, right in front of him stood the antithesis to everything that brilliant, frigid little prick stood for.
Kabuto shifted his stubborn glasses, glancing to the teen that stood in mute contempt. As the snake of a man uncurled from his own hysterical world, one eye from the swamp of his hair peered up as his cheek rested on the cool tabletop.
“How does it sound, Sasuke? Contract that wonderful voice of yours to me…”
Nails dug in to the wood grain as he watched the consideration drift through ebon pools that ran much deeper than the lifeless pair he had been reduced to working with so many late nights.
”Scream for me…” trickled under his breath, lips twisting at the idea. Anything but ‘yes’ would bring from him a joy that would dampen the fabric bunched in his lap. The small price of his entertainment.
“I believe what Orochimaru-sama is… attempting to convey is that—“ There wasn’t a soul that had the intent to let him finish tonight, the snip of ire next to the table stopping him.
“I think he’s trying to ask me to sing on his cock until dawn.”
In his lapse, the serpent could pay no heed to how the Uchiha gnashed his jaw and turned away. He could only tremble in the aftershocks of bliss at the way a leather-wrapped ass retreated for the doors. Beside him, his shoulder nudged in the energy of Kabuto rising to remind the boy of his abandoned clogs.
Sasuke would rather walk home in his socks than take the offer of a ride home or put on those unbearable rubber stilts.
Six inches from where they had started, his nails were now cracked and filed from dragging in to the wood, biting in to the heel of his palm the same way he tore at the inside of his lip.
“…Kabuto,” he barked distantly, eyes rolling shut in the way threads of his yukata began to cool.
“Yes?”
“Was it just me… or did that sound like a challenge…”
“…It was just you, Orochimaru sa—AH!” His head twisted as he was struck, knuckles freeing his glasses in to the crowds nearby, blood from his lip, and senses from his sockets that oozed from his nose.
Amusement was gone from him, features contorted in savage disappointment towards the young man. “You should know better… Everything is a challenge, with their kind.”
As Kabuto fumbled with himself to keep blood off of his coat and again free his kerchief, the snake slipped out of the booth and led himself out. Shortly behind him, his assistant was bowed and letting crimson flow in to the cotton, mourning for his lost prescription.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Refer to the AU section for the rest of this chapter, and this fic.