D/s Naruto

Chapter 33 (Sunday 17 June 2007, early A.M. hours)

Naruto didn’t carry Sasuke towards his condo, but over to the parking garage. Once inside and out of the view of anyone from the street, he put down Sasuke, pushed him against the cold concrete, and kissed him hard. But Sasuke was too angry to let himself be distracted by a kiss, he twisted his head away, and pushed at Naruto. When Naruto pulled back a foot from him, he slapped him again, saying, “You bastard!”

To his surprise, Naruto just said, “Yea, my mom wasn’t married. I don’t know who my dad was.”

“Idiot! I’m not talking about your parents!”

But Naruto moved in and pinned Sasuke against the wall, kissing him again. This time he didn’t stop, no matter how much Sasuke’s hands pushed at him. Sasuke knew judo, after all. Who did he think he was fooling? If he wanted to escape from Naruto’s “pin,” he could. When at last, Sasuke stopped resisting, Naruto gentled the kiss. Then he licked his way to the ear he had pierced, whispering, “All this slapping. Should I call you Master now? Itachi’s pretty much got the contract for you to dominate me filled out. Like I said, everything on that long, detailed list of the house contract, everything, except scars, shit, and permanent ink.”

“Everything else?” asked Sasuke stunned.

“Yea, and Itachi wants the two of you to double team me, give me the Uchiha brother special.”

“There is no Uchiha brother special,” said Sasuke. “What are you talking about?”

“He suggested that next Saturday night you and he fuck me together on the stage in the dining room. I guess after Kakashi, it takes something like a double penetration to be entertaining. Of course the incestuous flavor just adds to the titillation.”

“You think I fuck my brother?”

“No, I don’t think you fuck your brother, but I think he’s all but fucked you. Hell, he has mentally fucked you up, so I wouldn’t be surprised if he’d fucked you physically.”

“He wants fuck you, Idiot, not me!”

“Yea, but it’s his cock you’d be feeling against yours, rubbing together, like frotting to the millionth degree. It’s sex, it’s fucking incest, it’s disgusting!”

“Oh, so now you think I’m disgusting! You who sticks your cock into any mouth Itachi wants. You wanted to pull your cock out in front of him. I saw you, I saw the way you looked at him yesterday night. You weren’t in the door but a minute, and you wanted him to fuck you. Can you deny it?”

“I hadn’t met you yet; I hadn’t even seen you. And he looks like you!”

“So you did want him to fuck you! So it doesn’t really matter which one of us it is, does it? You and your raving about dark hair and white skin—that’s all that really matters, isn’t it?”

Naruto blushed bright red, saying in a strangled voice, “Sasuke, Sasuke, it’s not like that. But I can’t help what sort of body I’m attracted to.”

“You know what, it doesn’t matter. You agreed to everything but scars, shit, and ink. You’re a little party toy. I can have every fucking member in the place fuck your ass and your face. You can service a gloryhole the whole night. I can put you in the center of a circle jerk and have everyone come on you. Oh, yea, and then I can piss on you and have you fuck a toilet brush or two just for sentimental reasons.”

“Yea, well, I guess I’ll find out on Saturday. Don’t forget to clean your piercings just because you hate me,” said Naruto. “Here, take your presents from Itachi,” he added as he thrust the bag Sasuke had brought down with him from Room 1 in his hands. Then he turned and walked away. Walked down the street. Turned at the corner. Didn’t look back once.

He left. He fucking left. Of course he did, Sasuke told himself. You treated him like shit, slapped him, and told him you were going to use him as a party toy. Well, I guess that was his great love. I knew it; I knew it wouldn’t last. He wanted Itachi. He settled for me. I’m always just Itachi’s little brother. Always.

I knew it.

Sasuke walked home to his condo, head high. He didn’t care that doorman looked at him bizarrely; actually, he didn’t even notice. He felt sick when he got in the elevator. He had never had anyone from the club back to his apartment for this very reason. It would haunt him, haunt him when they left. What the fuck had he done?

He opened the door to his condo and saw the rug on which he’d been fucked. On which he had cried out to Naruto, calling him “beloved.” Yea, and then he went and put his cock in Lee’s mouth. Lee, Lee of all people—the one so good at oral sex he could make you cum twice with one blowjob, his famous double lotus special. He only let Lee blow him because of Itachi. He said he wanted to fuck Itachi the minute he saw him. Oh, god, was that what this was all about? He wanted Itachi and the only way to get him was through little Sasuke, stupid little Sasuke, who will do anything for him.

Sasuke fell to his knees on the carpet, then just let himself flop forward. He wouldn’t cry. He was Sasuke Uchiha, the Icy Uchiha. So he’d acted like someone else tonight. Next week, he’d be Sasuke Uchiha. And he and Itachi would fuck Naruto on the stage. Then he’d end the session and leave. No, no, he’d give Naruto to Itachi for the night. He’d give him away to the one he wanted. Let him find out first hand how Itachi doms. And Itachi never kept any of his subs longer than two weeks. By August, Naruto will be at my door begging. Yea, right.

Fuck.

He was going to have to redecorate.

This rug was a piece of shit.

And he was going to have to learn to give a blowjob. He was going to suck cock like a pro. He was going to have to get a tutor, practice. Because one day, he was going to give someone the blowjob of their life while Naruto watched and regretted. Yea, you’re the only one I want to suck my cock for the rest of my life. Yea, and what, ten minutes later, you want my brother to fuck you.

God, he needed a bath.

His head hurt.

His back hurt.

His ass hurt.

Fuck, his everything hurt.

That bastard, that rotten fucking bastard.

He hadn’t even put pain spray on him after he’d used that crop on him.

Suddenly Sasuke could remember pushing into Naruto’s ass. It had been tight, hot and tight. Christ, he couldn’t take two cocks; it would rip him apart.

What the hell was he thinking?

Wait—I didn’t sign the contract! It’s not legal!

Oh, god, now I’m sympathizing. My head hurts. I’m taking a sleeping pill, and maybe I’ll have a drink or two as well.

I don’t want to dream.