D/s Naruto

A/N: I was able to reconstruct this chapter. I hope I can rewrite some of the others I lost. My hard drive was stolen when it came back from the shop--sob! sob! Thanks Duos Angel for the typo info, and of course Kakashi and Iruka won't leave the scene even if they get married and start switching. Thanks for your concern llyoung--I hope Bear, your cat, is ok, and Tommy is doing ok. I'll get a new laptop (eventually), but I won't get back my Hiashi/Kimimaro scene or my Gaara/Shika scene . . . (goes off to cry in the corner)

Chapter 84 (Monday 18 June 2007, late afternoon)

The black suit fit Naruto like a dream. He pulled on the suitcoat over the red silk dress shirt before he’d finished buttoning it up or tried on the tie, and Sasuke couldn’t even pretend to be indifferent to Naruto’s appearance. He walked over to Naruto looking so out of it, that Naruto thought his piercings must be bleeding and making him light-headed. “Oh, shit,” he said, grabbing a swaying Sasuke. “Hey, he got his cock pierced today four times, and I think he’s bleeding,” said Naruto to Sasuke’s personal shopper. “He might pass out here, and I need to check it and redo the bandage, so can you get out?” Naruto was already undoing Sasuke’s pants before the embarrassed Emilio had withdrawn from the dressing room.

But when Naruto took out Sasuke’s cock and ripped off the condom and bandages, he found it was fine—fully erect, just oozing a little no doubt from the erection, but nothing to account for Sasuke’s sudden lose of energy. The gold of the piercings, the red of the rubies against Sasuke’s pink, blood-infused penis, made Naruto’s own cock harden. But he ignored it, worried. One minute, the Uchiha had been talking away to Emilio, discussing fit, fabric, and color, and the next he was silent, slack-jawed, and swaying.

“Sasuke, what’s wrong?” asked Naruto, looking up from Sasuke’s dick to his face. And Sasuke just moaned, “Naruto, please.”

“Sasuke, if you are feeling ill now, I can’t let you come,” said Naruto. “You’ll bleed and the cum might infect the piercings.”

“I don’t care if I can’t come, just please, please Naruto, do it with the suit on, take me now, right against the mirror,” said Sasuke.

Naruto shut his eyes, tilting his head up to the ceiling, thinking, “Thank you, God!” And then he proceeded to do just that. He had a condom in his wallet, and to his delight, Sasuke dropped to his knees and sucked him over the condom in lieu of lube with such enthusiasm that Naruto was honest in his praise, saying, “Damn, Sasuke, that’s some fucking fine cocksucking!” Sasuke’s look of complete devotion at the praise just pushed Naruto closer to coming right then. “God, Sasuke, stop, I’ll come right now,” he moaned, “Your face, that feeling, oh, fuck!”

Sasuke pulled his mouth off Naruto slowly, and then slowly rose up, his hands running over the wool of the suit pants, then up over the silk of the shirt. By the time he was standing before Naruto, he was trembling and whimpering. Naruto turned Sasuke to the mirror, needing inside him. He pushed into Sasuke, just using Sasuke’s saliva as lube, going in slowly, hoping that all the fucking they’d done still had Sasuke loose enough so he wouldn’t be hurt. They watched each other in the mirror as Naruto’s cock moved deeper and deeper into Sasuke, both entranced—Sasuke seeing his fantasy come to life while Naruto saw Sasuke’s pierced cock, helpless to come in his cockring, his red gold ring in Sasuke’s navel, and the look of complete submission and adoration on Sasuke’s face.

“Who’s fucking you, slut?” Naruto whispered in Sasuke’s ear, as he began to move in and out of Sasuke slowly, carefully aiming his cock for Sasuke’s prostate.

“My master, Master Naruto,” moaned Sasuke, his face transforming as Naruto hit that gland inside, and he cried out loudly enough for anyone fairly close to the dressing room to hear, “Master! Ohhhh!”

Naruto slid a hand up over Sasuke’s mouth, saying softly even as he kept gently moving in Sasuke, “Shhhh, pretty slut, or Emilio will know that your getting your ass fucked in his dressing room. Or do you want him to know? Are you an exhibitionist, my slut?” In the mirror, Naruto could see the effects from his words, his appearance in the suit, and his slow strokes rubbing over Sasuke’s prostate. He gave Sasuke a few more strokes and realized that Sasuke was lost in subspace and incapable of saying anything but “Master.” The realization he could do anything to Sasuke, anything, and Sasuke would not only let him, but deeply enjoy it, went to Naruto’s head. He drove into Sasuke hard, his hands now grasping Sasuke’s nipples and tormenting them. Sasuke’s body shuddered and shook, his ass convulsing around Naruto, so he could hold back his orgasm no longer. He kept his eyes open as his cum jetted out his cock into the condom’s little reservoir, regretting he wasn’t bareback, but he didn’t want Sasuke more uncomfortable than his new piercings necessitated.

When he’d emptied his balls, Naruto let himself sit down on the bench in the dressing room, with Sasuke still on his cock, in his lap. He whispered sexy, romantic things in Sasuke’s pretty, delicate-looking ear, licking and kissing it, knowing that Sasuke was still not quite there and he would likely not remember anything he said: “I love fucking you, god, do I love fucking you. You’re the sweetest, sexiest fuck. The best, the best I’ve ever had, I’ll ever had. There’s no one like you, Sasuke. God, I love you. I want to collar you and keep you for the rest of your life. I’ll never, never stop wanting this, wanting to fuck you, to hear you call me master, to hear you beg me to fuck you, to feel you tight around me. You belong to me. I own your cock, I named it, I pierced it. You can never look at it, feel it, without thinking of me, for the rest of your life. Your nipples will remember me, remember my pinches, my clamps. If you run away from me Sasuke, your body will betray you. It will remember me, remember its master, its owner, its lover.”

The honesty of his own words started to scare Naruto, and he buried his face in Sasuke’s hair, going silent. Gradually Sasuke stopped panting and trembling until he suddenly stood up, pulling himself off Naruto. He took the condom off Naruto’s cock, carefully tying it up, and putting it in the little wastebasket. He didn’t seem to care that it was obvious. He didn’t talk, just smiled dreamily at Naruto, and seemed completely uninterested in any further shopping, content to watch Naruto in the new suit and shirt in a blissful daze. Naruto was surprised at how pliant Sasuke was, and after he’d adjust Sasuke’s clothes, he called back Emilio, telling him to bring some sexy, tight clothes in Sasuke’s size. Sasuke didn’t protest or whine when Naruto picked out a ridiculously tight pair of black jeans that might be more properly called leggings and a tight black short sleeve top that was of such a loose or sheer knit his skin showed through in long stripes. The knit top had a deep v-neck with buttons on one side of the v, but it was cut to be so tight the buttons were merely for show. When Sasuke not only tried both of them on without protest and agreed to buy them, Naruto decided that maybe letting Sasuke buy him a wardrobe of suits was an excellent idea.

Emilio seemed pretty excited by Naruto’s shirt selection for Sasuke and began babbling about other “pieces” in the Costume National Menswear “collection,” and Naruto had Sasuke buy himself a sheer white dress shirt that also left a deep v of flesh showing and a pair of white, shimmery silk pants. Remembering Sasuke’s Versace shirt he ruined, Naruto asked if they carried Versace, and Emilio practically ran out of the dressing room. Naruto and he ended up choosing a beige and navy satin Versace print shirt with a deep v and another pair of shimmery silk pants, which where “the look of the Spring season” Emilio declared, but this pair in navy.

But Sasuke’s passivity worried Naruto, and the sight of one price tag made him feel positively ill with guilt. He hustled Sasuke back to the condo, tucking him in bed, and leaving him with orders to rest until it was time to get ready for dinner. He headed back to his shop, feeling that he needed to earn some money. It was humiliating to have his sub paying for things like he was the boy toy, and besides, he really did need to call the mayor and get ready for his appointments tomorrow. If he kept getting orders at this rate, he’d need an assistant.


Kakashi had made Iruka promise to let him pick out both of their clothes to wear to Dwayne’s tonight. Iruka wasn’t worried as Kakashi almost always wore just one sexy or provocative piece of clothing and toned it down with more conventional pieces. He would wear sexy leather pants with plain, loose-fitting t-shirts or conventional button-down shirts. If his shirt was tight or flashy, he would be wearing conventional dress slacks or jeans that were boring and normal. But tonight he put together an outfit for himself that screamed “gay” or “wannabe rock star” or “diva.” He wore white leather ankle boots and a pair of white leather pants that Iruka had bought for him to wear to Uchiha’s and he’d never worn anywhere else. The pants were tight and clung to his legs and crotch, and also made his ass look amazing. With his white hair spiked up and his height, even if he had worn a conventional top, he’d be the focus of everyone. But he’d put on a skimpy tight tank top in white that was sliced across it, so his flesh showed through. Over it, as Dwayne’s had a dress code, he had a white silk poet’s shirt or maybe a pirate’s shirt—at any rate it had ruffles and lace and wide, wide sleeves that gathered at the wrist, as well as dangling ties. His silver collar was of course around his neck, plain silver barbells in his nipples, diamond studs in his ears. He felt positively bridal.

Iruka owned only one pair of pants that were close to being white, a dress pair of natural linen pants that had a matching suitcoat. Kakashi selected an elegant white shirt and silk tie in a beige, cream, and white print. With his hair pulled back in a ponytail, Iruka looked sexy and sophisticated in the suit. Kakashi dressed in the bathroom after showing Iruka the outfit he’d picked out for him. When he looked in the mirror before leaving the room, he felt a moment’s doubt—would Iruka be embarrassed to be seen with him? They weren’t going to Uchiha’s after all. But when he walked into the bedroom, Iruka’s reaction made all doubt vanish. Iruka didn’t hear what Kakashi said to him, his mouth hung open, and he was making the linen pants tent in the crotch. He had the look of a dazed sub once more, and Kakashi swept him into a kiss, wanting to see just how befuddled he could make Iruka.

Iruka was so adorable in his dazed arousal that Kakashi had to suck him off. He told himself it was necessary as Iruka could hardly go out with that boner in his pants, but apparently Iruka’s cock didn’t agree, for it was already hard again by the time Kakashi had turned over the car to the valet at Dwayne’s.

When they walked in, the room fell silent for a moment in homage to the stunning couple. As they were escorted over to the glass enclosed little wine cellar, the murmur of voices began only to end once more when Naruto and Sasuke arrived with Naruto wearing the suit and red shirt with a subtly patterned silk tie and Sasuke in the black legging and barely there black knit top. The suits and skin-tight pants of both couple made it quite obvious who was the top and who was the bottom in each pair. The fact that the “boy toys” were the famous faces, the wealthy ones, made the shocked whispers fly faster.

Just when it seemed that the other patrons were going to stop staring and whispering, a pretty blonde waitress came out from the serving area with a bridal bouquet in hand—for what else could it be? There were white roses with orange blossoms and dangling from the handle were white satin ribbons. A hum went through the dining room as everyone looked to see whom the bouquet was for—was this a proposal? A few female’s hears went into overdrive as the waitress approached their table—and then those hearts sank as she walk by and opened the glass door to the little wine cellar. A collective gasp could be heard. Kakashi, yes, the famous Kakashi, took the bouquet from the waitress and knelt down beside the man in the tan linen suit, offering him the bouquet. What followed created chaos, for no few than three people dropped their drinks, and a little girl cried out loudly, “Look at those men kissing, Mommy!”

As a kiss, it wasn’t much by the standards of Uchiha’s: too chaste, too short, too little groping. But the beauty of the two men, the circumstances--the bridal bouquet, the insanely expensive champagne being opened, the white clothing--and the expressions of love on their faces when the two men drew apart, well, it was hard, even for those shocked by homosexuality not to find it moving. Izumo was quietly crying, and Kotetsu found himself suddenly feeling hollow and unsure. You didn’t get married in the D/s world, you got collared. He’d always felt pity for those that dropped out of the “scene” and settled for “marriage.” But right now, he turned away from the glowing faces of Kakashi and Iruka feeling anything but pity. As he watched tears roll down the one cheek of Izumo’s that wasn’t hidden by his hair, he felt only an aching sadness that made him shiver.