Can't Keep a Good Fox-boy Down
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Adult +
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The Tattoo
It’s been a very long time since anybody’s seen this story. I’m sorry, I’ve just been focused on my other one.
This is in Naruto’s POV
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Ch. 4: The Tattoo
Even though I was pouting, I made sure to watch Itachi out of the corner of my eye. I needed to know what he bought at Ero-sennin’s store. So far it seemed like stuff Sasuke and I used. Did Itachi read Icha Icha Paradise Volume VII: Yaoi Bondage Edition too?
Then again, that whip looked like it would hurt. Wait, whip? Damn that bastard, I hate whips. They make me feel like an animal that’s being trained. Well, I *am* supposed to be his pet fox.
Itachi pulled out a small cardboard box, like one of those packing boxes stores give you for breakable stuff. He didn’t open it, so I don’t know, and am now even more curious as to know, what’s inside. I did see him pull out some needles and other stuff, though. I didn’t have time to wonder what it was for because the oldest Uchiha bastard unlocked my cage.
“I hear you’re into bondage,” he said.
“Doesn’t take a genius to figure that one out,” I replied with a roll of my eyes. Itachi gave me a Small Glare, but it seemed that there was more amusement than anger behind it. I doubt that he’ll ever admit it, though.
“Get out of the cage or I drag you out.”
That bastard. Always threatening me with pain. I wonder if he even realized that it doesn’t bother me. Does he *not* hear the moans or something?
“I wouldn’t want to ‘accidently’ break something if I have to get rough with you.”
Ah, that’s right. He’s a homicidal Uchiha bastard that belongs to the most feared criminal organization. Breaking a few bones wouldn’t get to his conscious. If he even has one.
I snapped back to reality when I felt Itachi’s presence right in front of me. “Kitsune, I thought I told you to get out of the cage.”
“Hm? Oh, right. Sorry Master.” If I wasn’t so concerned about my dignity – not that I have much left anyways – I would have ran out of the cage. As it was, I walked out with my head held high. Well, as high as a pet was allowed to, anyways.
“Much better, Kitsune. Now take your shirt off and lay on your stomach. I’ll be right back.” With that, Itachi left the room.
I did as I was told. Why oh why did I let Sasuke train me to be such a perfect pet?
You know, this cave thingy is like one big maze. No matter how many times Itachi leads me to his room, I would never be able to find it on my own. And that is why I’m not trying to escape. I’d get lost and die of starvation because no one would care enough to find me. Wait. They’d have to find me to make sure I didn’t escape back to Konoha. I’d be saved!
It seems it took me too long to come to that realization. Before I could even lift my head up Itachi walked back in with Sasori.
“How big did you want it?” Sasori asked after staring at Naruto’s back.
“How big can you make it with this?” Itachi opened the cardboard box and pulled out bottles of white, red, and black…ink?
I looked from the bottles to the needles. Hell no. I am not getting a tattoo. Much less one of that damn Uchiha crest – what else is white and red with a black outline?
“Big enough. But why not Deidara?”
“I’d rather not have Kitsune blow up as soon as I touch him.”
“Ah. Good point.”
Sasori sat on my thighs, and I was pretty sure I could feel Itachi burn holes through Sasori’s head and into mine. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do about it, I’m just a pet.
“Itachi-san?” I asked in an innocent voice.
“Hm?”
“I don’t want a tattoo.” I made sure to add a pout.
“Too bad.”
“But I-“
“Silence.”
“Ita-“
“Shut up.” Itachi glared at me.
I fully turned towards him, almost making Sasori fall off. “Don’t you glare at me, Uchiha! Unlike most idiots, I’m not scared of them!” Fuck using my uke voice, I was mad.
Sasori calmly looked at Itachi. “I thought he was uke.”
Itachi’s eyebrow twitched and I laughed.
“Kitsune. You’re getting a tattoo weather you like it or not. Now lay down and shut up.”
The last thing I remember is feeling something hit my neck and seeing Itachi’s smug smirk. Damn that bastard.
----Itachi’s POV---
If he wasn’t so cute, I would have killed the blonde a long time ago. It hurt my ego to have Sasori see my pet out of line. I’m Itachi Uchiha. People are supposed to do what I say, damn it.
“I see that he’s not the perfect pet,” he said.
“Hn. Not until he goes into his so-called ‘uke mode’.” I smirked. “Then you’d never know that he talks back to his master.”
“Do you think I could-“
I glared at him. Nobody is going to touch Kitsune. I took a moment out of my time to remind myself that that was exactly what I was letting Sasori do. But for a perfectly good reason.
Sasori ignored my glare and finished his sentence. “-borrow that whip?”
I almost blinked in surprise. That wasn’t what I was expecting. Then again, why would he want to borrow Kitsune when he had Deidara? “Yes.”
He nodded and turned back to Naruto. I sat in a chair in the corner of the room, listening to the steady buzz of the needle. A while later, Sasori finished and wrapped a bandage around it.
“That stays on for four hours. It gets washed with soap and water twice a day every day for a week. Pat it dry and *gently* rub this on it.”
He tossed me a small tub of lotion. I nodded and handed him the whip. Sasori left without another word from either of us.
I looked at Naruto when he started to stir. Maybe I should have thought this through more. I can’t fuck him if he’s covered in bandages. Hm, I could, but Sasori will be pissed if I mess up the tattoo. Which also means I won’t get to use any of my new toys and Nar- Kitsune won’t be able to lay on his back. That part wouldn’t really affect me, though.
---Naruto’s POV---
I woke up and saw Itachi staring at me. Not the usual stare, but the stare I caught Sasuke giving me before he admitted that he loves me. I must still be asleep.
“Kitsune. I know you’re up.”
I opened my eyes all the way. “What the hell happened?”
“You got a tattoo.”
“WHAT?!” I tried to twist around, which ended up being a bad thing. There was a lot of pain.
“That hurt?”
I growled. Of course it hurt.
Itachi looked like he just mentally sighed. He must have been planning something. Take that bastard. It’s your own fault that you can’t fuck me now.
“Now what?”
“…Hn.”
I rolled my eyes. “Food?”
“Hn.” He walked out of the room and I followed.
“Ramen?”
“….”
“What, no ‘Hn’?”
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I forgot what the stuff they gave me for my tattoo was called, or how long I was supposed to put it on, so guessing is the result.
This is in Naruto’s POV
######
Ch. 4: The Tattoo
Even though I was pouting, I made sure to watch Itachi out of the corner of my eye. I needed to know what he bought at Ero-sennin’s store. So far it seemed like stuff Sasuke and I used. Did Itachi read Icha Icha Paradise Volume VII: Yaoi Bondage Edition too?
Then again, that whip looked like it would hurt. Wait, whip? Damn that bastard, I hate whips. They make me feel like an animal that’s being trained. Well, I *am* supposed to be his pet fox.
Itachi pulled out a small cardboard box, like one of those packing boxes stores give you for breakable stuff. He didn’t open it, so I don’t know, and am now even more curious as to know, what’s inside. I did see him pull out some needles and other stuff, though. I didn’t have time to wonder what it was for because the oldest Uchiha bastard unlocked my cage.
“I hear you’re into bondage,” he said.
“Doesn’t take a genius to figure that one out,” I replied with a roll of my eyes. Itachi gave me a Small Glare, but it seemed that there was more amusement than anger behind it. I doubt that he’ll ever admit it, though.
“Get out of the cage or I drag you out.”
That bastard. Always threatening me with pain. I wonder if he even realized that it doesn’t bother me. Does he *not* hear the moans or something?
“I wouldn’t want to ‘accidently’ break something if I have to get rough with you.”
Ah, that’s right. He’s a homicidal Uchiha bastard that belongs to the most feared criminal organization. Breaking a few bones wouldn’t get to his conscious. If he even has one.
I snapped back to reality when I felt Itachi’s presence right in front of me. “Kitsune, I thought I told you to get out of the cage.”
“Hm? Oh, right. Sorry Master.” If I wasn’t so concerned about my dignity – not that I have much left anyways – I would have ran out of the cage. As it was, I walked out with my head held high. Well, as high as a pet was allowed to, anyways.
“Much better, Kitsune. Now take your shirt off and lay on your stomach. I’ll be right back.” With that, Itachi left the room.
I did as I was told. Why oh why did I let Sasuke train me to be such a perfect pet?
You know, this cave thingy is like one big maze. No matter how many times Itachi leads me to his room, I would never be able to find it on my own. And that is why I’m not trying to escape. I’d get lost and die of starvation because no one would care enough to find me. Wait. They’d have to find me to make sure I didn’t escape back to Konoha. I’d be saved!
It seems it took me too long to come to that realization. Before I could even lift my head up Itachi walked back in with Sasori.
“How big did you want it?” Sasori asked after staring at Naruto’s back.
“How big can you make it with this?” Itachi opened the cardboard box and pulled out bottles of white, red, and black…ink?
I looked from the bottles to the needles. Hell no. I am not getting a tattoo. Much less one of that damn Uchiha crest – what else is white and red with a black outline?
“Big enough. But why not Deidara?”
“I’d rather not have Kitsune blow up as soon as I touch him.”
“Ah. Good point.”
Sasori sat on my thighs, and I was pretty sure I could feel Itachi burn holes through Sasori’s head and into mine. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do about it, I’m just a pet.
“Itachi-san?” I asked in an innocent voice.
“Hm?”
“I don’t want a tattoo.” I made sure to add a pout.
“Too bad.”
“But I-“
“Silence.”
“Ita-“
“Shut up.” Itachi glared at me.
I fully turned towards him, almost making Sasori fall off. “Don’t you glare at me, Uchiha! Unlike most idiots, I’m not scared of them!” Fuck using my uke voice, I was mad.
Sasori calmly looked at Itachi. “I thought he was uke.”
Itachi’s eyebrow twitched and I laughed.
“Kitsune. You’re getting a tattoo weather you like it or not. Now lay down and shut up.”
The last thing I remember is feeling something hit my neck and seeing Itachi’s smug smirk. Damn that bastard.
----Itachi’s POV---
If he wasn’t so cute, I would have killed the blonde a long time ago. It hurt my ego to have Sasori see my pet out of line. I’m Itachi Uchiha. People are supposed to do what I say, damn it.
“I see that he’s not the perfect pet,” he said.
“Hn. Not until he goes into his so-called ‘uke mode’.” I smirked. “Then you’d never know that he talks back to his master.”
“Do you think I could-“
I glared at him. Nobody is going to touch Kitsune. I took a moment out of my time to remind myself that that was exactly what I was letting Sasori do. But for a perfectly good reason.
Sasori ignored my glare and finished his sentence. “-borrow that whip?”
I almost blinked in surprise. That wasn’t what I was expecting. Then again, why would he want to borrow Kitsune when he had Deidara? “Yes.”
He nodded and turned back to Naruto. I sat in a chair in the corner of the room, listening to the steady buzz of the needle. A while later, Sasori finished and wrapped a bandage around it.
“That stays on for four hours. It gets washed with soap and water twice a day every day for a week. Pat it dry and *gently* rub this on it.”
He tossed me a small tub of lotion. I nodded and handed him the whip. Sasori left without another word from either of us.
I looked at Naruto when he started to stir. Maybe I should have thought this through more. I can’t fuck him if he’s covered in bandages. Hm, I could, but Sasori will be pissed if I mess up the tattoo. Which also means I won’t get to use any of my new toys and Nar- Kitsune won’t be able to lay on his back. That part wouldn’t really affect me, though.
---Naruto’s POV---
I woke up and saw Itachi staring at me. Not the usual stare, but the stare I caught Sasuke giving me before he admitted that he loves me. I must still be asleep.
“Kitsune. I know you’re up.”
I opened my eyes all the way. “What the hell happened?”
“You got a tattoo.”
“WHAT?!” I tried to twist around, which ended up being a bad thing. There was a lot of pain.
“That hurt?”
I growled. Of course it hurt.
Itachi looked like he just mentally sighed. He must have been planning something. Take that bastard. It’s your own fault that you can’t fuck me now.
“Now what?”
“…Hn.”
I rolled my eyes. “Food?”
“Hn.” He walked out of the room and I followed.
“Ramen?”
“….”
“What, no ‘Hn’?”
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I forgot what the stuff they gave me for my tattoo was called, or how long I was supposed to put it on, so guessing is the result.