D/s Naruto

Chapter 65 (Monday 18 June 2007, morning)

It was June in Southern California, a Monday morning as perfect as almost every morning this month had been. The sun was shining, the palms were swaying gently, and the birds were everywhere before the heat of the day silenced them. The flowering shrubs and vines were all in extravagant blossom, while in various planters and beds all over town, the roses, day lilies, agapanthus, birds of paradise, cannas, society garlic, pansies, petunias, geraniums, and snapdragons were spots of beauty. But Naruto didn’t notice any of these as he strode along to his shop. He was holding hands with Sasuke, who was suffering.

Really, any other sub would find this such a privilege, such a gesture of equality, that it would seem almost a violation of the agreement that he dominate. But not Uchiha Sasuke, thought Naruto with a grin. He wondered how long it would be before he had to give up holding Sasuke’s hand in public because he had learned to like it and it made him feel powerful, equal to Naruto. Hopefully, not before the month of Sasuke’s submission was over. For Sasuke had never walked hand in hand with a lover, let alone a dom. He didn’t know how to handle the stares, the frowns, and the occasion burst of hatred from some homophobe, hating “fucking faggots.” But nothing, nothing could make this walk anything less than perfect for Naruto. He had left his shop in misery, Iruka’s angry words striking home. But now he was returning in triumph, half dragging along a scowling, petulant Sasuke. He would punish his sub for those faces and muttered words—he’d heard idiot at least three times—but not until after the piercing. Because he was going to pierce that cock of Sasuke’s, that thing of beauty.

And what made everything even more wonderful was that Sasuke had said “Pierce me when you want, where you want” last night. The when was now, but the where and how often was what was making Naruto’s heart dance. The Prince Albert, of course, a given. But since that cock was going to hurt, why not a few other piercings there as well? Nothing big time that would take a half a year to heal, but something like a lorum piercing, right where the cock met the balls. And he’d have to shave Sasuke for that—god, just thinking of it, made his cock harder. A frenum piercing right where Sasuke had been circumcised, would look good too. God, maybe he was too kinky, but he wanted to just pierce that beautiful pale body over and over. He had a sudden vision of Sasuke’s cock with a frenum ladder running down it and continuing over his scrotum, back to his ass. He felt Sasuke jerk his hand sharply, and the image vanished as he said, “Idiot, watch it!”

Christ, he’d almost walked right into a concrete trashcan! Sasuke’s jerk had moved him out of the way and had made that ratty necklace he had put around his neck fly up and down, hitting his collarbone. Somehow, now, Sasuke was leading him, pulling him forward. Naruto opened his mouth to complain, and Sasuke glared at him so fiercely, looking so dominant and sexy that Naruto’s head pulled back a little and he said nothing. Sasuke was in navy blue again, a linen shirt that made his eyes look more dark blue than black and brought out the blue in his hair and in the little sapphire in his ear. His loose tan cargo pants looked perfect, the way Naruto’s never did. Somehow his pairs always looked a little too rumpled, a little too worn.

The arrived at the door of the shop, and Sasuke released his hand with a last tug that sent Naruto stumbling forward into the door. That shocked Naruto and suddenly his need to dominate was back. He opened the doors and stepped in, ignoring Sasuke. He set about opening the shop, pretending Sasuke wasn’t there, watching out of the corner of his eye as he settled down on the stool in the front of the shop, leaning back against the wall, looking amazingly good-looking and insufferably aware of it. Naruto hit his answering machine, listening for messages.

The first was from Anko, asking him to call but giving no reason. The next was long and complex and from the murderous-looking guy from Saturday night, Gaara Suna. He wanted a gold spring-loaded nipple clamp that looked like a simple thick yellow gold hoop. It had to look like the one in his slave’s nipple, so could he call and leave a time this week he should bring him in to show it. He wanted his slave’s belly button and perineum pierced as soon as possible and yellow gold rings for those piercings as well. In addition he wanted two sets of six dangles for all these piercings—one set of the kanji for love just like the tattoo that he had on his forehead, made of yellow gold set with red coral or carnelian, the other simply some light little beads of golden topaz or citrine. Naruto sighed—business was great, but all the fucking orders he was getting meant he was going to have a lot less Sasuke-time than he wanted.

There was a message from his old mentor and friend, Jiraiya. It was nothing urgent; apparently Jiraiya had had an incredible night of sex with a hot babe twenty years his junior with a fantastic set of knockers. Naruto rolled his eyes—the old guy was pathetic in the way he was always going on and on about his various sexual exploits, none of which involved any human Naruto found remotely sexy.

The next message was automated sales call, and then, the last was a shocking message from Kisame asking if he could come over to his penthouse above Uchiha’s today as he had pierced Itachi’s nipples with some temporary piercing rings that Itachi had laying about in his own penthouse, and he wasn’t sure if the rings were good enough to be permanent. If he could come take a look at them and maybe bring over replacements just in case, that would be great, and anytime was fine as he and Itachi would be in one or the other of their penthouses all day. The piercings seemed fine, but Itachi had passed out from the pain and was still hurting a bit, even after some serious painkillers. But he’d had those nipple clamps on Itachi for hours yesterday, so it probably had more to do with that, but he’d like Naruto’s opinion. And lastly, Kisame also wanted to talk about some custom jewelry using shark teeth and maybe a diamond or two.

During the last part of this message, Sasuke had appeared at Naruto’s elbow looking rather dazed. When the message finished playing, Sasuke hit the machine again and forwarded through the messages to listen to Kisame’s again. When it finished the second time, and Sasuke’s hand reached out again, Naruto slapped it away, saying forcefully, “That’s enough, Sasuke. We’ll shave and pierce you now, then walk over to your brother’s. You won’t pass out, asshole, so stop looking like a scaredy cat!”

Sasuke stiffened and his nostrils flared.

“I’ll give you some pain to distract you and snap you out of those sulks, boy. Strip and bend over, showing me that pretty ass of yours,” Naruto ordered. He watched Sasuke, whose head had fallen at that speech, slowly unbutton his shirt. “Pathetic,” he sneered, “and I know you can strip better than that. Hurry up, or I’ll rip them off you, and you go see your brother in my clothes.” Naruto grinned at the way that got Sasuke’s fingers flying. His cock was stiffening again, and he rubbed it through his shorts, letting Sasuke see him. It seemed to inspire Sasuke, who walked over to carefully drape his shirt over Naruto’s microwave with a distinct wiggle. Lowering those cargo pants also seemed to involve more wiggling than necessary, and Naruto’s penis was indicating his approval.

When Sasuke was naked and bent over, it occurred to Naruto he was an idiot to open the shop, and he ran back in front and set about closing up. But just as he was putting the closed sign in the front window, Kotetsu and Izumo, knocked on the glass. Fuck! Naruto went back to the door and let the two of them in. It wouldn’t be bad to keep Sasuke waiting, bent over for his spanking.

“Hey, what’s up, dudes?”

“What’s up? We’re here on our lunch break to ask you what’s up!” said Kotetsu with a laugh. “Iruka hasn’t called you?”

“Iruka? No, I just saw him yesterday afternoon, and he was fine,” said Naruto. “Pissed off, but fine.”

“Yeah, well, he wasn’t fine early this morning when he brought in Kakashi naked and unable to talk or eat solids.”

“What?”

“Yea, I called around, and I think he was the one working the gloryhole at Manda’s last night,” said Izumo in soft voice.

“No!” said Naruto, truly shocked. “He can’t stand Manda’s! He’d never take Kakashi there—oh, fuck, he just might. You don’t do that sort of thing at Uchiha’s, do you?”

“No. Only if it’s a special party, and everybody has to sign a waiver acknowledging they know and accept that public sex is going to happen,” said Kotetsu.

“Jesus god, Manda’s!” said Naruto.

“But that’s not the worse thing,” said Izumo.

“It’s not?”

“Iruka and Kakashi are banned just like you and Sasuke,” said Izumo.

“What??”

“Kakashi broke some furniture,” said Kotetsu, exaggerating and holding back info to get the best reaction.

“Jesus Christ tell me what fucking happened now!”

“Well, Iruka started crying—“ said Kotetsu.

“Really sobbing and scaring the shit out everyone,” expanded Izumo.

“And then he got all huggy all over Genma—“ continued Kotetsu.

“Which made Kakashi try to comfort him—“

“Then Iruka freaked and tried to punch and slap and push Kakashi around—“

“And he went all judo master and just dragged him out, gagged him, and tied him in the garage before driving off,” concluded Izumo in a hushed whisper.

Naruto stared at them, appalled, then dashed in the back and grabbed his phone, dialing Iruka’s. His cell needed charging, or he’d have used that. Sasuke was lying on the floor in a heap, his shoulders shaking like he was silently crying. Naruto, grateful his phone was cordless, moved over and sat down on the floor next to Sasuke, stroking his back with one hand, comforting him.

The phone rang before Iruka answered saying in voice that sounded shockingly normal, “Hello.”

“Iruka, Iruka, do you need me? Is everything ok?” demanded Naruto.

“Yes, Naruto, Kakashi and I are fine,” said Iruka.

Naruto looked up at Kotetsu and Izumo who had followed him into the backroom, full of wrath. “I just heard the most terrible story about last night, Iruka. Is it true? Because if it isn’t, I’m going slice some tongues out!”

“If you heard Kakashi and I had a fight at Uchiha’s, then it’s true,” said Iruka in a sad voice. “But, really, it IS going to be ok with us. Different, but ok.”

“Do you want me to come over? What can I do?” said Naruto.

“Tell people we’re fine and not to call us. Actually you are the first to call,” said Iruka, “which surprised me. I expected to hear from Itachi early today.”

“Yeah, well, he’s passed out from getting his nipples pierced, and, ah, well, he’s got other issues,” said Naruto, belatedly deciding he shouldn’t make life hell for his best customer by gossiping about him in front of two of his employees.

“Passed out from that? That’s weird,” said Iruka.

“Ah, well, probably that was just one factor,” said Naruto.

“So, how are you and Sasuke getting along?” said Iruka.

“He’s agreed to be my sub for a whole month,” said Naruto, pride and happiness evident in his tone of voice.

“Naruto, that’s wonderful!”

“I know! It’s fucking amazing! I’m bouncing off the walls with happiness! I almost walked into a trashcan this morning, I was so out of it. Fortunately my boy was looking out for me,” said Naruto.

“Oh, god, this is so good! We have to have a celebration dinner, the four of us!”

“Well not at Uchiha’s! Evidently all four of us are banned,” said Naruto.

“Dwayne’s,” said Iruka. “It has to be the best. Is tonight good?”

“Dammit, we ate there last night! Which reminds me—Iruka, I know about my dad! The goddamn mayor told me about him!”

“What?!”

“Yea! So I fucking want to talk to Kakashi!”

“Dwayne’s, tonight, 7,” said Iruka. “It will force us to be civilized, and I think we might need that social pressure.”

Naruto sighed, “Ok, but Sasuke’s going to go on and on about wine till we’re half mad. Don’t say I didn’t warn you!”

“He’s your sub, isn’t he?” asked Iruka in a confused tone.

“Oh, yea! He is my sub! Yeah, so I guess he won’t be going on and on after all. Ok, 7 pm., Dwayne’s. Kakashi fucking pays.”

“Absolutely!”

“Later!”

“Thanks, Naruto. See you tonight,” said Iruka, hanging up before the blonde could even get another word out.

“Iruka? Iruka? Dammit,” said Naruto tossing the phone on to his futon. Then, seeing Kotetsu and Izumo gearing up to ask a million questions, he screamed, “You two get the fuck out, NOW!” He leaped up and charged at them, sending them scurrying backwards. Later on, they would say, “He came at us like a man possessed, like a demon,” but now, they just went. Besides, they had gossip that absolutely needed to be told. And they had to make a reservation for Dwayne’s and make sure they didn’t need to work. This was turning out to be one of the most exciting weeks ever!