D/s Naruto

Note: I modified some of Sasuke's speeches to fit with later chapters.

Chapter 55 (Monday 18 June 2007, early A.M.)

“God, I hate that bastard!” cried Naruto as Sasuke pulled him back into the limousine with their clothes. “I’m going to take it up with Neji! If he doesn’t keep his slave in line, I’m going to do it for him!”

“Naruto, calm down. Let’s go home,” said Sasuke.

“Where’s home, Sasuke? Are we moving in together? Who’s dom now?” asked Naruto, no longer sounding angry, just a little confused and tired.

“Well, I’d rather sleep in my bed than on that futon in your shop, and I’d rather sleep with you than alone,” said Sasuke, “so home tonight is my place. I don’t know about moving in together. I think we need to figure out our relationship before we can do that. I won’t sub for anyone but you, Naruto, I can promise you that. But I’m not ready to be a sub all the time. I don’t know if I could ever do that,” said Sasuke.

“Huh, only me, eh? I’m the best dom you’ve ever had, eh? You like being my slutty slave Sasuke, don’t you?”

“Idiot!”

“Asshole!”

Sasuke just tossed his head and lowered the window to the driver’s section. “Please take us to the City Center Condominiums,” he said before raising it again.

He no sooner did he do that when Naruto pounced, pulling him back into his arms and kissing him aggressively.

But Sasuke pushed at him and said, “Let’s get dressed, so we get up to my place sooner.”

“Eager, eh?”

“What if I am?”

“I’ll satisfy you,” said Naruto with complete confidence and that smile that sent a little shiver down Sasuke’s spine.

Sasuke felt suddenly paralyzed with the knowledge of how much Naruto did satisfy him and how empty his life had felt this morning when he thought he had just been used by Naruto. Then he glanced over at Naruto, his eyes fixating on the necklace he’d put around his neck—the one that had supposedly saved his life, the one that the bank manager had been nearly hysterical at his simply slipping in his pocket, the one currently estimated as worth a mere three million dollars since it had been “proved” back in his great-grandfather’s day not old enough to be what it was supposed to be—the necklace worn by a living god, the avatar of the supreme god Shiva. He’d worn it himself for some three years as a young teen until he’d been overwhelmed by the harassment of the insurers and the feeling that it was burden, something chaining him to a past he couldn’t remember. The necklace that had supposedly saved his life by bringing him the blessings of a god had felt like a black hole that sucked up his life force, dragging him back to horrible memories and an even more horrible gap in his memories that would never be filled. What had he done that had made his parents try to kill him? And with that question, the question that he always tried not to think of, the old pain was there again, that old feeling of lost, that aching hurt of too many twisted painful feelings—guilt, betrayal, regret, anger, confusion, heartbreak . . .

“Sasuke! Sasuke! Look at me!”

And Sasuke blinked and focused on a pair of big blue eyes.

“Who am I? Sasuke, who am I?”

Sasuke stared at the blue eyes feeling that disconnection when your body is in one place and your mind is in another. He felt his body tugged and moved, cradled, but all he could do was stare at those blue eyes looking at him, looking at him the way he’d always wanted his parents to look at him—like he was the most important thing in the world and that nothing, nothing was so important as Sasuke smiling at those eyes. That feeling that had come over him yesterday in Naruto’s shop, the conviction that Naruto loved him, welled up in Sasuke flooding the aching dry places that longed for such love. And Sasuke smiled and let himself fall into that feeling, “Naruto, Naruto, my Naruto.”

The blonde’s face transformed at his words and the look on his face seemed so clear, so true, that Sasuke let himself cry out, “Love me, Naruto, please, love me,” knowing that he would get at the very least some physical love.

“Sasuke! Sasuke! God! Sasuke!” was all Naruto said, and a little part of Sasuke felt disappointed, disappointed that Naruto hadn’t said he loved him, words he’d not said directly, clearly, since Sai’s fingers had plunged into Sasuke. But the rest of him had no time to be disappointed, no room for sadness, for Naruto was kissing him, caressing him, making love to him. When the blonde finally raised his lips from Sasuke’s, they moved across his check, finding the pierced ear lobe and sucking on it.

“Sasuke,” said Naruto in husky voice in his ear, “you have the sexiest, cutest, prettiest ear lobes. And you let me pierce one. God, Sasuke, to see my earring in your ear, do you know how arousing that is? I’ve pierced thousands of ears, and none of them, none of them, have made me feel a thing. But you, god, you—the taste of you, the smell of you—“ Naruto’s speech abruptly stopped as he pressed his face into Sasuke’s neck, sniffing deeply. His mouth then moved across Sasuke’s shoulder, nipping, kissing, sucking, even as his left arm held Sasuke securely against him and his right hand stroked and caressed Sasuke’s legs and hip and arm.

“Sasuke—“

“We are here, sirs. Shall I come open the door?” asked the limo driver.

“No!” said two voices together. Then Naruto added, “Ah, we need like five minutes here.”

“Very well, sir.”

And then Sasuke and Naruto dove for their clothes, pulling them on.

“Skip the underwear, shoes, belt, and buttoning the shirt, Sasuke,” said Naruto impatiently, already in the state he considered sufficiently dressed for crossing a public sidewalk and heading up to Sasuke’s condo—a thin pair of dress pants hardly concealing his erection, that gorgeous grey-blue shirt just pulled on, unbuttoned, and everything else in his hands. Sasuke stopped working at his buttons and just gathered up the rest of his clothing as well. After seeing him led out on a leash, his doorman could hardly be surprised by the two of them emerging from a limo in this half-dressed condition, after all.

No sooner did the elevator doors shut than Naruto dropped everything he was holding and was embracing Sasuke, saying, “I will fuck you in this elevator some day, Sasuke, but tonight, tonight, I want to make love to you in that big bed of yours with all the lights on.”

Sasuke said, staring up solemnly at Naruto, “I’ve been fucked, but no one’s ever made love to me before.” Naruto’s eyes shut, and he sucked in air fast like he was in pain. His head tilted back, and he moaned. “Naruto, are you ok? Does something hurt?”

Naruto’s head fell forward, and he pressed his forehead to Sasuke’s. Those blue eyes stared into Sasuke’s dark ones only inches apart. “Sasuke, I need to make love to you so badly I hurt, I’ll die if I can’t do it soon.”

“You’re not going to die, Idiot,” said Sasuke,“but by dropping everything, that means it will take longer for us to get to my bed.”

The elevator binged, indicating they were at Sasuke’s floor, so Naruto said nothing but let go of Sasuke and scrambled to pick up his things. He was there at Sasuke’s back, however, before Sasuke was finished turning the key in the door. Naruto’s hand closed over Sasuke’s, and together they pulled the key from the door, pushed the door shut, spun the lock, dropping everything unneeded on the foyer floor—shoes, socks, belts, keys, underwear. Sasuke felt himself lifted up, and his lips sought Naruto’s and found them. The softness of his duvet was under his back, and Naruto was pulling off Sasuke’s pants, dropping his own, and then once more kissing him. And kissing him. And still kissing him—kissing when Sasuke wanted more, needed more, would die if he couldn’t get more.

“Naruto, Naruto, please, more, please!”

And then Naruto’s mouth at last moved downwards—to kiss his nipples. And Sasuke’s back arched up, pushing his nipples up at Naruto. But Naruto just placed light kisses on them, brushing his lips over them, frustrating Sasuke.

“Naruto! Please, please!”

“What Sasuke? Tell me what you want.”

“Bite me! Pinch me! Fuck me! God, you’re torturing me!”

“I’m making love to you, Sasuke. I’m being gentle, loving.”

“Fuck that! I want you to fuck me, Naruto! Master me! Please!”

“But I want to make love to you, Sasuke, my pretty, loveable Sasuke,” said Naruto softly kissing the center of Sasuke’s chest.

“Naruto!”

“I’m treating you like my lover, Sasuke,” said Naruto, kissing him again with soft, light kisses, moving in a slow line down to Sasuke’s belly button.

Sasuke pushed up his crotch, pushing his erection into Naruto’s chest, feeling his blond chest hair against it. Oh, soon, soon, Naruto’s mouth would be lower, would be on his cock. Ah—at his belly button, at the ring in his skin, the ring he put there, the ring he made. But still no tongue, just soft brushes of his lips. Now lower, thank god, a little lower, oh, yes, on the edge of his pubic hair! Sasuke pushed up, thrusting his arousal into Naruto’s neck, moaning. But then Naruto’s mouth moved over towards his hip.

“Naruto! God! Please!”

“This is what lovers do, Sasuke,” said Naruto.

“Then be my master, Naruto, be my master!” And with a speed so sudden that Sasuke screamed a little, he found himself pushed off the bed, falling on the floor, hitting the floor painfully.

“Fetch the clamps, now!”

The harsh tone of voice, the order made Sasuke shudder with pleasure as he rose up on his hands and knees to crawl into the kitchen and fetch them. Yes, this was what he wanted. “Master, I'm yours!”

The hard smack on his ass—oh, god, yes, yes, not some mushy lip presses—how could those even be called kisses? He crawled eagerly to the kitchen, rising up on his knees, grabbing the clamps off of the table. But then, the sound of a belt snapping—and his cock leaped, and his body tightened with excitement, with desire.

“Put them on and shake them for me,” ordered Naruto.

Sasuke whimpered, shaking, and clamped his fully erect nipples. Oh, god, the bite of the clamps felt so good, so intense. He pushed out his chest and shook it, making the chains swing and dance.

“How does that feel?”

“Oh, Master! So good! So intense!”

Naruto hands reached out and pulled the ends of the chains hard, making Sasuke cry out, “Yes! Oh, Master!”

And that seemed to send Naruto over an edge—he pushed Sasuke down on the table and brought the belt down on his ass—crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

“Master! Master!” He was on fire, burning; his ass was a mass of pain and excitement.

Crack! Crack! Crack! He was helpless, his master’s plaything, a slave being punished!

“Master, Ohhhh! Please!” The blows were on top of previous blows, too much, too much—so much, oh, god, so much--

Crack! Crack! Oh, god, slowing, still burning, still pulsing.

Crack! So hard! So intense! So thrilling!

“Master! My only Master!”

Crack! Crack! He was dying, a mass of pain that still felt so good, dying under his master’s lashes with the belt he’d bought him, the belt he’d beaten him with—oh!

Crack! Too much, too much!

“Master! Please stop! Please, I can’t take it!” Crying, sobbing, moaning.

Crack! Crack! Crack! Writhing, aching, dying.

“Danube, Master! Danube!” Giving up, despairing, failing.

“What do you want?” Hoping, waiting.

“Please fuck me, Master!” Begging, needing.

“Pull your asscheeks apart for me.” Obeying, waiting.

Finally, feeling Master’s cock pushing into his ass, taking him, claiming him.

“Is this what you want, slut?”

“Yes, Master!”

And then Naruto pounding, rough, harsh, savage, ordering, “Scream for it, slut! Tell the world you want to be my bitch!”

“Fuck me! I want you to fuck me!”

“Louder!”

“FUCK ME! FUCK ME!”

Naruto howled and jerked Sasuke’s upper body up, biting down on his shoulder and drawing blood. And Sasuke’s orgasm burst from him with a scream, triggering Naruto’s.

“Sasuke! My slave!”

Sasuke wasn’t capable of forming words at that moment, but even if he could he wouldn’t have protested, wouldn’t have complained. His heart, his body knew the words were true. Unfortunately his head just wasn’t ready to accept that.

Yet.