Someone Else's Eyes

Fandom/Pairing: Naruto (Sasu/Naru)

Title: Intersection (Hooker verse)

Author: ursweetheartles (me ^.^)

Rating: Hard R?

Warnings: HJ, Oral, sneaking, prostitution

Summary: All of the planning and scheming he was doing in his head to run off and see Naruto were just distractions in the end, at least thats what he told himself. He wanted Itachi back as soon as possible, to relive the night he'd waited so long for, now that Itachi had given him that he couldn't think of anything else, anxious that the older boy might not return, might call it all a cruel joke if given enough time. And that much was true, in the end it didn't matter how gorgeous the blond hooker was, Itachi would always be the automatic first choice.

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By the time they'd gotten back to the Uchiha townhouse it had been late, long after dark, and Sasuke had been exhausted. Shisui had dragged him through the seedy part of town in which that pub had been located several more times before they'd actually gone home. Sasuke hadn't really minded that much though, even if it did kind of annoy him that he had to tag along while his brother's retainer, and former lover, went about his business. It had allowed him to cement in his head the location of the little pub.

He was a long way short of confident in his own abilities to find his way around the strange new city he was in, he hadn't really been here for more than a week, and the vast majority of that time had been spent alone, in his brother's bed, reliving the glory of that night. The one time he had left the house after that had been with Shisui at his side, most of the journey ignored out the carriage window, not really concerned about where they were going. He knew he would have to make up some excuse to the staff of the house, he doubted Shisui would be stupid enough to believe any excuse to take the boy back there, not with the orders Itachi had obviously left him, so he wasn't even going to try and fool him. But the man was always around, the only one watching, so he guessed he'd have to try it on his own.

The idea terrified Sasuke, but at the same time he found it horribly exciting. Not having a guide was his only option really, he would have to chance it. He wasn't really going that far after all, he was staying in the city like his brother wanted, and he was going to a place where the people seemed to know Itachi oddly well. He still hadn't decided whether that part of things was more upsetting or intriguing to him now. Still, they knew of his connection to Itachi, and thus it couldn't be too dangerous to venture out, they'd look out for him, wouldn't they? After all, they knew what Itachi was capable of if something of his was broken in some way. The older Uchiha was notorious for such displays after all.

Still, all of the planning and scheming he was doing in his head to run off and see Naruto were just distractions in the end, at least thats what he told himself. He wanted Itachi back as soon as possible, to relive the night he'd waited so long for, now that Itachi had given him that he couldn't think of anything else, anxious that the older boy might not return, might call it all a cruel joke if given enough time. And that much was true, in the end it didn't matter how gorgeous the blond hooker was, Itachi would always be the automatic first choice.

Still, if he couldn't have his brother now, he could always relive the moment with the other boy. Naruto had been there after all, he had ridden Sasuke gorgeously while Itachi took him. It was still Itachi's face that he held in his mind as he drifted off to sleep though, remembering how soft his lips had been, and hoping that his brother would hurry back so that he could feel them again.

X

It was a couple hours after lunch the next day when Sasuke managed to slip out of the house. Shisui had disappeared with one of the maids an hour ago, and Sasuke didn't even want to think about what the older boy was up to now. He supposed that the rest of the house staff would have let him leave if he'd asked them, he was still an Uchiha after all, and that meant it was his damn house, but it was easier this way, not to mention a thousand times more exciting. And this way, when Shisui came back from whatever little rendezvous he was on now, he wouldn't be able to figure out where he'd gone off to. At least Sasuke was relatively sure that he couldn't. That meant the man would be unable to send off to get him. Sasuke rather liked that idea.

Still, it had taken him far longer to find the place than he had expected, the journey much more time consuming on foot, and it was easing into the evening hours when he finally found himself outside of the seedy little pub, a bit more out of breath than expected. All of a sudden he found himself nervous, feeling like a blushing virgin on a first date, not entirely sure of what he was going to do or say when he found Naruto. He was psyching himself up for the challenge when he was greeted by an almost familiar and entirely over enthusiastic voice from behind him.

"OOh! Look now, if it isn't the littlest Uchiha! Fancy meeting an upstanding young citizen such as yourself all the way out here, and without a chaperone nonetheless. Itachi wouldn't be pleased, you know, I'm sure he wouldn't want to risk a little treasure such as yourself." He turned quickly, blushing a little at the comment. There stood the blond bartender that had been there when he had visited with Shisui. The boy didn't answer, just fixed the man with a cold glare and ignored his commentary. Deidara just chuckled, shaking his head a little. "I take it from the light flush, and your lack of forthcoming that you're not just here for the fabulous food and drink, hm? That just leaves the company."

Sasuke's blush deepened, and he reluctantly nodded his head, still glaring resolutely at the third button down on the man's jacket, unable to look him in the eye. He felt a little uncomfortable when a group of passers by turned to look at them. Sure, he was used to furtive glances and whispers following him, he was and Uchiha after all, and that meant he carried a certain degree of dark beauty. But standing in the street of a run down section of the city, in front of a disreputable little pub that was front for a whorehouse wasn't exactly his everyday fare. He still tried not to let that show.

Deidara chuckled quietly again and opened the door for him, allowing Sasuke to duck grudgingly under his arm and enter the smoky main room. It was a lot more busy now, the stools all full at the bar, and many of the little booths as well. The man behind him laid a hand on his shoulder though, steering him past all of that, through to the little door behind the bar where Shisui had disappeared on their last visit, the same one Naruto had entered through.

Now, in his head, Sasuke had a rather vague picture of what a bordello should look like, with lots of deeps reds and hanging velvet curtains, fireplaces and plush couches. The little room that Deidara led him into looked nothing like that. They climbed a set of stairs, plain wood, stained dark and worn with age. They creaked when he stepped up, something Sasuke was kind of perturbed by. He wondered a little bit anxiously if they would fall apart. Needless to say they didn't.

The room Deidara brought him to was on the second floor, it was a small lounge with rickety looking couches and lightly stained wood paneling on the walls. It looked rather unfinished really, hobbled together from this and that, nowhere close to the grand design scales that were carefully executed in the Uchiha houses. The man steered Sasuke to one of the couches, sitting him down. He pulled a little rope hanging from the ceiling and a bell run somewhere above them, echoing rather loudly in the empty room.

"Someone should be down to assist you momentarily. Your brother has a line of credit running downstairs if you need anything from us, I'm sure he wouldn't mind you using it." Sasuke wasn't sure how to respond, his nervousness returning to him now that he was sitting up here. Deidara took his lack of response as a dismissal and left silently. That didn't help the anxious twisting in Sasuke's gut at all. He'd never done anything like this before, in fact up until that party he'd been a blushing virgin for real, Itachi had got his first kiss that night for heaven's sake.

A sudden noise at the door made him jump, his heart racing in his chest as an unfamiliar red headed boy walked in. His skin was pale, as pale as Sasuke's, maybe even more so, but his eyes were a flat green, and quite cold.

"Yes?" The boy's voice was flat and disinterested. Sasuke worked up his nerve.

"Uh, Does Naruto work here?" He winced at the sound of his own voice, much weaker than an Uchiha had any right to sound. He noticed the boy's eyebrow quirked at the question. It was very subtle, but living with Itachi, watching his brother so closely, he was used to looking for subtle things. Still, this boy looked like he might be a contender for Itachi's joking title of iciest bastard in England. That though was almost enough to make him smile.

"Yes." The other boy's response was curt, short and to the point. It annoyed Sasuke to no end, he had hoped to get more than that without having to actually ask for everything. He scowled.

"Well, can I see him?" He was well aware that the annoyance he felt was sneaking into his voice now. If Itachi were here, he would be making fun of him, but Itachi was out of town, leaving him here alone. Thats why he was in the brothel to begin with, because the only other person in London he wanted to spend any time with was a whore. That struck his as depressing right then, and he sighed, looking back to the red head who paused before responding.

"Naruto is busy at the moment, but he should be available soon if you would like to wait. Then again, of you'd like to be served immediately I'm sure we could find another person who could provide the services you seek." Sasuke's eyes widened a little at that. He was in a brothel sure, but he hadn't yet really processed why he was here. He shook his head dazedly.

The red head turned and made his exit then, leaving the Uchiha to a peacefully quiet room. The boy felt like he could relax, by himself. His peace didn't last long though, before a group of girls walked in. Sasuke had assumed there would be other whores working in the house, but somehow he hadn't quite expected them. They were loud, brightly dressed, and all together annoying. there were three of them, one was taller than the rest, with blond hair that was cut unevenly around her face, strung up into two high ponytails with pale ribbon. She was dressed the most plainly of the three, her skirt a bit shorter than was proper but otherwise she could have passed for any girl on the street. The other two were slightly more daring, or slightly more gaudy depending on how you looked at it. One had blond hair, lighter than the first girl, and straight, hanging down to the middle of her back in one smooth line. The other had strawberry blonde hair, so bright it might have passed for pink in dimmer light. He froze when they walked in, all of his nervous fidgeting coming to a halt. It took a moment for them to notice him, and he found his discomfort growing when they did. The pink haired girl was the one who spoke to him first.

"Well, hello handsome. Looking for some company for the night?" The way she swung her hips when she walked over made Sasuke slightly sick, although that was mostly the nervousness coming to a peak. Still, he was used to woman throwing themselves at him, and he could deal with those attentions cooly, falling back on past patterns of behavior.

"I'm waiting for someone actually." He stopped there, hoping they would take his cold contriteness as sign enough that he didn't want to be bothered, but apparently they didn't notice, or maybe they just didn't care.

"Oh, and what utter monster is keeping an adorable guy like you waiting? If you were mine I'd drop everything else the second you showed up." It was the shorter blonde this time, her voice lower but still not comfortable. Sasuke gave her a pointed look before shifting his eyes to the faded pictures on the walls again.

"I'm waiting for Naruto, if you know him. I was told he would be here in a little while, but I would much rather wait and get what I want, my parents always taught me the importance of patience." He almost screamed when the first girl spoke up again.

"Teehee, Oh Naruto-kun always gets the cutest ones. Are you sure you wouldn't like something with a bit of a soft curve around the edges?" She batted her eyelashes at him, but he wasn't looking, already mentally gagging on the sweetness of her tone. It was the taller one who spoke next, but she seemed a little bit saner than the rest.

"Uh, Sakura, if he's here for Naruto that would probably mean he likes guys, so unless you're hiding a penis somewhere in that stupid little dress you're wearing, I'd lay off..." Sasuke blushed deeply at the word penis, though he wasn't quite sure why. Still, the slight embarrassment helped him to tune out the arguing now going on in the background, pushing it to a light roar as he focussed on settling the red tint form his face.

Unfortunately, or possibly it was fortune smiling, that was the moment when Naruto walked into the room. He was smiling, bright blond hair wild on his head, like he'd just rolled out of bed (the thought almost made Sasuke giggle, Naruto being a whore and all, he had probably done just that) his tan skin contrasting nicely with the loose orange shirt he wore. Sasuke's blush slammed back on when he saw the boy, suddenly wishing that the girls still squabbling in front of him would either leave or swallow him whole. Naruto just grinned widely.

"Ladies! What brings you down to dawdle in the common room at this hour. You['re not trying to steal my beautiful customers, are you?" The two shorter ones seemed to latch onto the boy right away, pouting and talking about how all the cute ones were here for the boys, even if they weren't always completely gay. Naruto shrugged it off. He turned to the Uchiha, smiling once again. "So, Sasuke, if I remember correctly? What can I do for you this fine evening?"

The dark haired boy just blushed again, not sure exactly what to say, eyes darting to the girls, who were intently listening now, and then back to the beautiful blond boy standing behind them. Naruto shook his head a little.

"Well, Sasuke. Why don't we go someplace a little quieter to talk. Would you rather stay here, or we could return to your house if you wish." Sasuke gaped a little, his mind scrabbling for anything. How would Itachi handle this situation? When in doubt he always thought of his brother.

"Why don't we stay here, at-at least for now. We can discuss other plans maybe?" Sasuke thought for a second, a very brief second, before nodding, letting himself stand and walk past the girls. He was glad when they were behind him, out of his line of sight, and he would fully admit that, when Naruto took his arm and led him out, he felt a little better, even if it was tinted with a certain giddy lightheadedness.

X

Naruto had been taken aback when he'd come down to the lounge and found Uchiha Sasuke looking rather uncomfortable, trying to fend off the girls. Gaara had found him in their room and told him he had a costumer waiting downstairs, not one of his regulars but a relatively attractive kid nonetheless. He'd been trying to take a little nap, and Gaara told him not to go down if he was busy, but Naruto couldn't really afford to turn down a job. Besides, he was a bit curious. Gaara didn't say anything he didn't mean, so if Gaara thought the boy was attractive then he had to be pretty damn good looking. Still, he hadn't expected it to be him, the weirdly shy little virgin he'd been fucked by on his own brother's request. That had been a weird day for him, but he had never quite understood wealthy people, and he knew they were quite wealthy from what he'd picked up at that party, so he put it down to jaded eccentricity.

When Naruto had first seen the pale skin and dark hair, he had immediately felt that little jump in his chest, thinking that it might be him, the only one who'd ever made him feel beautiful. That illusion had been shattered soon though, but he soothed himself, at least it was close. Well, the brothers acted much the same on the surface, but the small amount of time he'd spent with them had revealed the myriad of little differences between them.

This was one of them. Itachi would have never shown up out of the blue, and he definitely wouldn't let himself wait around just to see a whore. Well, at least Naruto couldn't really picture the older Uchiha doing that. But Sasuke had, the boy had come all the way down here, for Naruto couldn't really picture anyone of the Uchiha's importance living in this neighborhood, by himself, and then he'd waited around here for Naruto to come. It was a nice feeling in the end, that the boy was willing to do all of that just to see him.

Naruto could easily see the lingering stiffness and uncertainty in the boy's body as he led him out of the lounge and into the hallway. He assumed the boy would want to fuck him, although from the boy's blush he very well might just want to talk. In his head it was about a fifty fifty split as to which one Sasuke would want. Naruto himself wasn't quite sure which side of that wager he would prefer, but he knew that if it was Itachi here instead, he would be leaning heavily towards the options of getting his brains fucked out.

Naruto pushed the door to one of the little rooms open, leading Sasuke inside. There wasn't much in the room, just a bed, large enough to take up most of the space along one wall, a little dresser hugging the other, and a small sink by the door, a piece of mirror hanging from a nail above it. The room was bathed in soft yellow light from the lantern hanging on the ceiling, and Sasuke seemed to relax a little as Naruto steered him to the bed, sitting him down on the edge. The blond took a breath, waiting to see if his companion would say what he wanted, but the other boy remained silent.

Naruto wasn't sure quite how to ask what the boy wanted without making him uncomfortable again, and that was the last thing he wanted. He debated just saying it right out, but he could picture the boy's cringe in his head and decided against it. In the end, he did the only thing he could think of that would get right down to the point. He leaned in, letting one hand slide into Sasuke's dark locks, and gently pressed his lips to the Uchiha's.

They were softer than he remembered, drier as well, and he could feel the hesitancy behind them. Naruto let his eyes slide closed as he eased his lips apart, prodding gently at the seam between the other boy's. His own doubt ebbed away then, in that warm contact, and as Sasuke let his mouth slide open, granting the blond entrance, Naruto knew he wanted the boy inside of him.

He caught himself making a small mewling noise when Sasuke's warm hands touched him, one resting lightly on his shoulder, the other on the back of his neck. The contact sent little waves of something through him. He shivered with it, as the boy underneath him pulled him back slowly, lying down, forcing Naruto to release him and brace himself with both hands on the bed, one on either side of the boy's shoulders. Still, it felt wonderful to be covering the boy like this, his own body draped over the Uchiha, feeling his warmth filtering upwards, absorbing it like rays from the sun.

He broke away from that mouth, letting his lips burn a trail of little kisses down the boy's jaw, over the cords of his neck to the pale shoulder, suckling lightly on the skin there and relishing the moan that fell from Sasuke then, rumbling underneath his lips like a purr. He moved up, pushing Sasuke a little, rearranging them so the boy was all the way on the bed, and he was straddling those thin hips, one of his hands now free to push the boy's shirt up and over his head, revealing the pale chest to his again.

He let his lips attack the expanses of milky skin then, over the boy's flat chest, not as toned as his own but still gorgeous. He stopped at the rosy pink nipple on one side, suckling it harshly, his spine shivering slightly at the pleasured noise that drew. He pinched the other nub, rolling it between his fingers, bringing it to a hard point before sitting up.

He looked down at Sasuke then, the boy's dark eyes were half lidded in pleasure, his chest rising and falling sporadically with each panting breath. The boy really was beautiful, and each second he spent here he forgot the older Uchiha a little more, until the boy was a dull shape in the back of his mind, fading in the light of a more immediate star.

Naruto let a rather devious smile spread over his face when he glanced down at the boy. He knew Sasuke had been a virgin that night, he'd gleaned that much from his brother's actions, not to mention Sasuke himself. He was pretty sure that had been the boy's first sexual contact of any kid, outside of self experimentation. He suppressed a little giggle as he slid down the boy's body to kneel between his legs, not sure why this excited him so much, but loving the nervous, pleading little sounds that came from Sasuke.

When he pressed his mouth to the boy's stomach, it seemed to reassure him a little, the noises quieting to a softer, less frantic level. Naruto let his tongue lave over the smooth surface of the pale skin, dipping into the boy's belly-button, then nipping lightly at the flesh around it, distracting Sasuke from the path of his hands.

Still, the Uchiha twisted a little when his fingers worked the clasp of the boy's belt open, flicking the button on his pants with a practiced ease. The boy wriggled a lot, which was both a blessing and a curse to the blond, who eased his pants down over his pale hips with a certain amount of devoted effort, revealing the boy's erect member. It was a little shot of self confidence for him, that the boy was already hard and he hadn't really touched him yet, at least not there. He put it down to the inexperience of youth, where any touch was like heaven on earth, but still it felt good to know he'd done that without really trying.

He gripped the shaft around the base, stroking it once or twice, lightly and lovingly, before looking up at Sasuke, the boy's eyes half closed, his chest moving with the fast, panting breaths. It was simply gorgeous, and he watched that face change as he bent down, licking the head of Sasuke's cock experimentally. He kept his gaze locked with those dark eyes as he slid the shaft into his mouth, teasing down the sides with his tongue, laving back up the vein along the bottom.

The noises the younger Uchiha let out then were exquisite, something Naruto wished he could somehow record in his mind, so that he could hear them later, play them over and over again when he was trying to fall asleep later. He felt Sasuke shifting above him, unsure of what to do with himself right then. Naruto smirked, swallowing around the head of Sasuke's cock, where it sat bumping into the back of his throat. He caught Sasuke's wrists in his hands, guiding those hands to his head, feeling those pale fingers fisting into his golden hair tightly, as Sasuke let out a small moan of pleasure.

Those little pleading sounds were making Naruto hard, but he didn't really want to stop, not now. It was weird, for him the sex was always nice, it was always something he enjoyed a little, but it was always a job, and it had a tendency to get tedious before he was done. But right now, there were no thought of later, no thoughts of ending this, getting paid, going back upstairs. For this moment, his entire world was contained within this room, within the boy mewling softly above him, the flesh in his mouth and warm under his fingers as he stroked Sasuke's inner thighs gently, one hand gripping the base of the boy's erection, twisting and gliding in tim with his mouth.

He felt the muscles in Sasuke's thighs tightening, and the boy's pale hips starting to buck slightly into the warm wet cavern of his mouth and he let them, not gripping the boy's hips like he usually would, letting Sasuke have control. It was a weird feeling for him, although a nice one, to not care about anything else for that moment, and just let this be about the two of them, not anyone's job, or financial transactions. Then Sasuke tensed again, his mouth opening, his head lolling back in a deep moan, his fingers tightening in Naruto's hair.

Naruto closed his eyes, let the heat and scent of the other boy's body surround him like a cloud, the taste in his mouth taking over his senses, letting everything else fall to the background as his mouth flooded with the familiar bitter taste of another man's semen. Somehow though it was better than it usually did, the Uchiha had a spicy undertone to his taste and Naruto thought he could get used to that taste.

He swallowed it all, giving the softening member in his mouth a few more laving licks to clean it before pulling back, opening his eyes to look up at the boy on the bed, laying back bonelessly now, his chest moving fast with the panting breaths he took. Sasuke's eyes were closed, but they opened as Naruto crawled up next to him, a small smile of wonder forming on his lips as he reveled in the afterglow of his orgasm.

Naruto snuggled down into his side, loving the warmth he found there, hoping that Sasuke would stay for awhile, so this little world he'd created could live on. Sasuke's eyes widened though when he felt the press of Naruto's hardness into his side, gentle and insistent. He stilled for a second, looking over at the blond curled up next to him, the boy's eyes closed, his expression so peaceful.

He reached out a tentative hand, stroking the blond's clothed hip lightly, watching the boy's face for any signal to stop or continue. He just snuggled closer, so Sasuke moved the hand, slowly, dipping it around, between them. He stroked lightly over Naruto's side, and down over the boy's tanned stomach until he reached the front clasp of his pants. Naruto's eyes were open now, looking at him oddly, but Sasuke was more entranced in the task he'd set out for himself. Hesitantly he pulled to clasp open with a small pop, pushing the pants down a little until he could see the hard lump they had hidden.

Naruto let out a surprised yelp when Sasuke grabbed it, palming the bulge lightly, rubbing it in circles. Sasuke pulled back a little at the sound, but quickly returned to his task, rubbing Naruto's erection slowly, building up his courage until he could slip one hand inside.

Naruto's erection was incredibly hot and heavy in his hand, yet the skin was soft like velvet, slightly damp on the skin of his palms. It clung to his hand a little, when he moved, but he wasn't exactly sure how to fix that so he ignored it, focusing instead on the expression on the blond's face, peaceful and content. Sasuke swallowed hard, willing himself to keep his hand moving, fascinated by the way the blond felt beside him.

He was so focused on this he almost missed it, the moment when Naruto tensed a little, his muscles shaking slightly, his eyes squeezed shut once again. The blond let his head loll back, his mouth falling open with a groan as he reached completion, spouting pale seed across Sasuke's hand.

The Uchiha studied it for a moment, while Naruto's cock softened in his hand, before raising it to his lips, his tongue darting out to taste the liquid. It was salty and bitter, not delicious but not necessarily bad either. He shrugged a little, wiping his hand on the bed before Naruto caught his eyes, smirking a little. Sasuke blushed, glaring at the boy. Naruto pouted a little.

"Aw, Sasuke, that was nice. Lets not ruin the moment by being petty. Here, come here." He scooted backwards, snuggling back into Sasuke, letting one of his arms guide Sasuke's hand to his tanned chest, holding it there, intertwining their fingers. He gave the hand a quick kiss before laying back down, closing his eyes, and basking in the feeling of Sasuke's warm body behind him.

Sasuke sighed, letting himself lean into the contact, enjoying the warmth of a living, breathing body next to him. He only meant to close his eyes, but as soon as he had, Sasuke was asleep.

X

Naruto woke with a start to the knock on the door. He glanced over at the window, swearing quietly when he saw the daylight, bright enough outside that the sun was probably high in the sky. He paused when he registered the body behind him, his eyes widening as he remembered. He turned over quickly, but the image there made his expression soften.

Sasuke was still asleep, his hair spread out around him on the pillow like a holy shroud. All of the worry and tension had dissapeared from the pale face in sleep, making him look younger, more peaceful. Naruto smiled again, but was quickly pulled from those thoughts at the sound of another knock, and a familiar voice.

"Oi, Naruto." It was Gaara, the boy speaking in a low hiss, "Oi, I know you're still in there idiot. Come out already, they need to clean the room out." Naruto swung his feet over the edge of the bed, careful not to wake Sasuke yet, and stood, padding quietly over to the door.

"Fuck, sorry, I didn't mean to sleep in here, it just happened." He unlocked the door, opening it slightly to reveal his roommate, standing in the hall trying to look disinterested. He sighed. "Give me a couple minutes, I need to wake the kid up and make him presentable." Gaara looked at him blankly before nodding. Then he caught site of the boy and raised an eyebrow.

"An Uchiha?" Naruto blushed a little, nodding mutely. "A customer?" Naruto looked over his shoulder at the boy lying there peacefully. He sighed again.

"I dunno."


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