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Chapter 41 Nar/Sas (A/N)
Chapter 41 (Sunday 17 June 2007, noonish)
Sasuke slammed down the phone, furious. Itachi wouldn’t answer his phone. No doubt he was monitoring his calls, punishing Sasuke, trying to force him to come crawling up to his penthouse and grovel. It didn’t occur to Sasuke that Itachi had no clue he wanted something from him, so even if his brother had known Sasuke was calling, he couldn’t have know it was to ask for a favor. That Sasuke was considering asking Itachi for anything was a sign of how fully this weekend had transformed him.
He’d wanted to settle this damn contract thing, wanted to find out if he could how Itachi felt about Naruto.
Naruto.
Sasuke sighed and sat down. He began moodily moving the ten 10K white gold rings that Naruto had pierced his back with around on his kitchen table. Four them were very bent. He flipped one of the perfect ones onto his index finger and spun it around. He slid the rings into a pile and then began moving them in patterns. Then, angry, he swept them all into small cardboard box that had been in his wrapping box. Fuck! Christmas was ruined! He’d never be able to look at red velvet again and not think of Naruto.
Then he started laughing—yea, right, Christmas—all he had to do was look down at his hand stuck in the gold bracelet. Oh, that was where to start! He’d get the damn bracelet removed. He got up to get his phone book, but then it occurred to him, he wasn’t even sure if the damn thing was paid for. That too, like the contract, needed either Itachi or Naruto to be resolved.
Was there nothing he could do that didn’t involve Naruto?
Yes, damnit—he could go spar at Kakashi’s because Naruto and he were supposed to spar on Tuesday night. And he’d not exactly come out the best in the fight last night. But damnit, putting a chokehold on him when he was picking a fight with someone else, that was fucked up!
Oh shit. Hidan, Deidara, and Sasori were likely furious with him. They would no doubt be happily telling everyone how (1) Sasuke sucked at blowjobs, and (2) Sasuke sucked at judo, and (3) Sasuke was a bad sub even when he tried to be a good one, and maybe even (4) Sasuke was crazy for a dom that wanted to be fucked by both him and his brother.
In having his pity party, Sasuke had completely lost sight of the fact that (4) was only likely to be the conclusion of a mentally deficient fool (like perhaps Aoba on his worse day) as (A) Naruto was clearly in love with Sasuke, and (B) Naruto was going to be the sub, and (C) Naruto was obviously jealous as hell of Itachi, and not to mention (D) as exciting as it was to watch, almost no one wanted to experience double penetration for themselves without massive preparation, and frankly the Uchiha brothers hardly seemed the type to bother.
Damnit! If he didn’t do something to turn this whole thing around, he would be completely humiliated on Tuesday and Saturday, not to mention Sunday. After Sunday, that was it—the last time he’d agreed to meet with Naruto. Oh, to be more precise, the last scheduled meeting with Naruto. As his Prince Albert piercing in his cock healed, he was supposed to dom for Naruto two more times. Well, those he could no doubt avoid, unlike the Prince Albert which would make him a complete scaredy cat if he didn’t go through with it.
Sasuke sat back down at his kitchen table and thought about Naruto piercing his cock. To his utter humiliation, his cock stiffened at once. Beanpole knew what it wanted. Fuck! Naruto had named his fucking cock! And was going to pierce it! He could never even pee, let alone fuck without thinking of him! At that point Sasuke felt himself right on the edge of hysteria. He could either cry his head off or he could jerk his cock until he came all over the floor. No, until he came all over those fucking rings that had been in his back. Over those nipple clamps too.
Oh, god, his nipples still were sensitive from wearing those heavy things so long. Sasuke moaned and his head went back a little, which moved his nipples under his T-shirt. It made them ache. What was he thinking wearing a shirt anyway? They would recover faster without clothing on them. He pulled off his tee and ran his hands over his sensitive nipples—and cried out at the feeling. Pleasure and pain, but really all pleasure. Oh, god. Sasuke stood up and went over to the kitchen counter and pulled out a soup plate for one of the cabinets. When an accident had taken out his mother’s tea table at a party, she had given him what was left of the set of Royal Worcester, deciding the Diplomat pattern was too plain. But Sasuke liked it.
Once back at the table, Sasuke put the nipple clamps and white gold rings in the shallow white china bowl with its dark navy rim with some gold edging. The gold on the edge of the bowl only made the gold of the nipple clamps seem brighter, more intense. Sasuke ran his finger around the edge of the bowl, tracing the odd, irregular curves of the soup plate and trying not to just reach into the bowl and grab those clamps and play with them. Or put them on his nipples again—oh god, cripes, he had been intending to get some lube, but he didn’t need it. Sasuke dropped his shorts and put his hand with the slave bracelet on it around his cock, using the little bit of fluid coming out of the tip to make his hand glide. His other hand slid up to his nipple, playing with it. In about forty seconds he was coming in the bowl, covering the nipple clamps and corset-piercing rings with his cum.
He collapsed down into the closest chair. His hand and cock tip were still wet with cum. He was about to reach down for his shorts when he could almost hear Naruto’s voice ordering him to lick his own cum off his hand. His fingers were in his mouth, and he began to lick. He remembered how he’d eaten his favorite steak out of Naruto’s hand, licking that hand, sucking on the fingers. Oh, god, and that vibrating buttplug had been in his ass holding in Naruto’s cum and those clamps had been on his nipples. He shuddered, moaning, his mouth greedily sucking the cum from his hand, then just licking at the little gold chains. Oh, god, he was hard again. If Naruto saw him, he would laugh at what a slut he was. Oh, he’d no doubt make him put on those clamps dripping with his cum, so he could feel the evidence of what a slut he was dripping down chest. Maybe he’d put the bowl on the floor and make Sasuke lap it up like a cat. His hands would be cuffed behind him, so he couldn’t touch himself since his cock belonged to Master, not him. Naruto would put that gold cockring on him and fuck him, fuck him right here on the floor as he made him lap up his own cum. Moaning Sasuke grabbed the bowl and sank to the floor. He pulled out one of the clamps and put in on his nipple dripping with cum.
Oh God! Oh, the pain—his nipples were so sensitive. Oh, Master, Master. And Sasuke fell back down on the floor, writhing, lost in his fantasy.
XXXXXXX
To AnimeCookie and anybody confused over Chapter 40:
I'll go back and see if I can make it more clear later since I'm into writing Chapter 42 now, but Itachi's boyfriend told Sasuke he liked being tied up. Sasuke cuffs Itachi before he knows what's happening. Maybe I should add something about Itachi not wanting to hurt Sasuke in the struggle which made it easier for his brother to tie him up?
Sorry it wasn't very clear. That was an icky chapter to write, but I need it for my--gasp--plot. I'm not very good at plot, but I'm trying for more of it instead of just sex, sex, sex, more sex, sex . . .
Sasuke slammed down the phone, furious. Itachi wouldn’t answer his phone. No doubt he was monitoring his calls, punishing Sasuke, trying to force him to come crawling up to his penthouse and grovel. It didn’t occur to Sasuke that Itachi had no clue he wanted something from him, so even if his brother had known Sasuke was calling, he couldn’t have know it was to ask for a favor. That Sasuke was considering asking Itachi for anything was a sign of how fully this weekend had transformed him.
He’d wanted to settle this damn contract thing, wanted to find out if he could how Itachi felt about Naruto.
Naruto.
Sasuke sighed and sat down. He began moodily moving the ten 10K white gold rings that Naruto had pierced his back with around on his kitchen table. Four them were very bent. He flipped one of the perfect ones onto his index finger and spun it around. He slid the rings into a pile and then began moving them in patterns. Then, angry, he swept them all into small cardboard box that had been in his wrapping box. Fuck! Christmas was ruined! He’d never be able to look at red velvet again and not think of Naruto.
Then he started laughing—yea, right, Christmas—all he had to do was look down at his hand stuck in the gold bracelet. Oh, that was where to start! He’d get the damn bracelet removed. He got up to get his phone book, but then it occurred to him, he wasn’t even sure if the damn thing was paid for. That too, like the contract, needed either Itachi or Naruto to be resolved.
Was there nothing he could do that didn’t involve Naruto?
Yes, damnit—he could go spar at Kakashi’s because Naruto and he were supposed to spar on Tuesday night. And he’d not exactly come out the best in the fight last night. But damnit, putting a chokehold on him when he was picking a fight with someone else, that was fucked up!
Oh shit. Hidan, Deidara, and Sasori were likely furious with him. They would no doubt be happily telling everyone how (1) Sasuke sucked at blowjobs, and (2) Sasuke sucked at judo, and (3) Sasuke was a bad sub even when he tried to be a good one, and maybe even (4) Sasuke was crazy for a dom that wanted to be fucked by both him and his brother.
In having his pity party, Sasuke had completely lost sight of the fact that (4) was only likely to be the conclusion of a mentally deficient fool (like perhaps Aoba on his worse day) as (A) Naruto was clearly in love with Sasuke, and (B) Naruto was going to be the sub, and (C) Naruto was obviously jealous as hell of Itachi, and not to mention (D) as exciting as it was to watch, almost no one wanted to experience double penetration for themselves without massive preparation, and frankly the Uchiha brothers hardly seemed the type to bother.
Damnit! If he didn’t do something to turn this whole thing around, he would be completely humiliated on Tuesday and Saturday, not to mention Sunday. After Sunday, that was it—the last time he’d agreed to meet with Naruto. Oh, to be more precise, the last scheduled meeting with Naruto. As his Prince Albert piercing in his cock healed, he was supposed to dom for Naruto two more times. Well, those he could no doubt avoid, unlike the Prince Albert which would make him a complete scaredy cat if he didn’t go through with it.
Sasuke sat back down at his kitchen table and thought about Naruto piercing his cock. To his utter humiliation, his cock stiffened at once. Beanpole knew what it wanted. Fuck! Naruto had named his fucking cock! And was going to pierce it! He could never even pee, let alone fuck without thinking of him! At that point Sasuke felt himself right on the edge of hysteria. He could either cry his head off or he could jerk his cock until he came all over the floor. No, until he came all over those fucking rings that had been in his back. Over those nipple clamps too.
Oh, god, his nipples still were sensitive from wearing those heavy things so long. Sasuke moaned and his head went back a little, which moved his nipples under his T-shirt. It made them ache. What was he thinking wearing a shirt anyway? They would recover faster without clothing on them. He pulled off his tee and ran his hands over his sensitive nipples—and cried out at the feeling. Pleasure and pain, but really all pleasure. Oh, god. Sasuke stood up and went over to the kitchen counter and pulled out a soup plate for one of the cabinets. When an accident had taken out his mother’s tea table at a party, she had given him what was left of the set of Royal Worcester, deciding the Diplomat pattern was too plain. But Sasuke liked it.
Once back at the table, Sasuke put the nipple clamps and white gold rings in the shallow white china bowl with its dark navy rim with some gold edging. The gold on the edge of the bowl only made the gold of the nipple clamps seem brighter, more intense. Sasuke ran his finger around the edge of the bowl, tracing the odd, irregular curves of the soup plate and trying not to just reach into the bowl and grab those clamps and play with them. Or put them on his nipples again—oh god, cripes, he had been intending to get some lube, but he didn’t need it. Sasuke dropped his shorts and put his hand with the slave bracelet on it around his cock, using the little bit of fluid coming out of the tip to make his hand glide. His other hand slid up to his nipple, playing with it. In about forty seconds he was coming in the bowl, covering the nipple clamps and corset-piercing rings with his cum.
He collapsed down into the closest chair. His hand and cock tip were still wet with cum. He was about to reach down for his shorts when he could almost hear Naruto’s voice ordering him to lick his own cum off his hand. His fingers were in his mouth, and he began to lick. He remembered how he’d eaten his favorite steak out of Naruto’s hand, licking that hand, sucking on the fingers. Oh, god, and that vibrating buttplug had been in his ass holding in Naruto’s cum and those clamps had been on his nipples. He shuddered, moaning, his mouth greedily sucking the cum from his hand, then just licking at the little gold chains. Oh, god, he was hard again. If Naruto saw him, he would laugh at what a slut he was. Oh, he’d no doubt make him put on those clamps dripping with his cum, so he could feel the evidence of what a slut he was dripping down chest. Maybe he’d put the bowl on the floor and make Sasuke lap it up like a cat. His hands would be cuffed behind him, so he couldn’t touch himself since his cock belonged to Master, not him. Naruto would put that gold cockring on him and fuck him, fuck him right here on the floor as he made him lap up his own cum. Moaning Sasuke grabbed the bowl and sank to the floor. He pulled out one of the clamps and put in on his nipple dripping with cum.
Oh God! Oh, the pain—his nipples were so sensitive. Oh, Master, Master. And Sasuke fell back down on the floor, writhing, lost in his fantasy.
XXXXXXX
To AnimeCookie and anybody confused over Chapter 40:
I'll go back and see if I can make it more clear later since I'm into writing Chapter 42 now, but Itachi's boyfriend told Sasuke he liked being tied up. Sasuke cuffs Itachi before he knows what's happening. Maybe I should add something about Itachi not wanting to hurt Sasuke in the struggle which made it easier for his brother to tie him up?
Sorry it wasn't very clear. That was an icky chapter to write, but I need it for my--gasp--plot. I'm not very good at plot, but I'm trying for more of it instead of just sex, sex, sex, more sex, sex . . .