D/s Naruto

Hi folks,
Yet another not-a-chapter. Here was what was going to happen after Chapter 5, and then that was it. Hmmm, I guess I had a bit more to say . . .


Epilogue

“Jiraiya!” cried Naruto as he reached the booth of the man who had taught him silversmithing. “How’s my old sensei?” The big international gem show in Tuscon was in full swing.

“Hey, boy, who’d you leave in charge of your booth?” asked the old white-haired man.

“Oh, Konohamaru, my new assistant,” said Naruto, sitting down on a glass case of several thousands of dollars of fine crafted silver.

Jiraiya studied him carefully. “You here for your share? Finally going to take the money you deserve for—“

“Shut up, old man, don’t even go there,” said Naruto. “I don’t want anything to do with your line of Icha, Icha adult toys.”

“Yea, but you’re the one that got me into marketing to the other team, you know,” said Jiraiya. “And you are the designer of one of the greatest—“

“Can it, you old perv, or I won’t tell you about my new boyfriend,” said Naruto.

“Boyfriend? Not sub?” asked Jiraiya.

“Not yet. A guy can dream,” said Naruto, reaching up and unconsciously fingering the simple necklace Sasuke had put on him during his first subbing session as a collar. It was a simple crystal on a rather ratty piece of leather. Sasuke still subbed more than Naruto, but Naruto had not taken the necklace off.

“Holy shit,” said Jiraiya, “Let me look at that. Come over here in the light.” He pulled out a jeweler’s loop and carefully looked at the necklace.

“Jeeze, that’s a damn good copy,” said Jiraiya, “but you do live in the town where the original is no doubt locked up in a bank vault.”

“Copy of what?” asked Naruto.

“Copy of a necklace that is allegedly one worn by Shri Hanuman, human incarnation of the supreme God Shiva and eleventh avatar of Rudra.”

“Shiva, as in Shiva the destroyer?”

“Shiva: the creator, sustainer, and destroyer. About a hundred years ago, some experts declared the original of this one around your neck was a fraud, but it’s an old fraud. Its value went from priceless to about three million. It’s still worth that because it’s credited with saving lives, one in our own lifetime.”

“Really? How does a crappy necklace like this save lives?”

“Well, it’s only rumor, but the fact that the youngest member of the family that has owned the necklace for the last five hundred years was given possession of such a great family heirloom suggests the story is true.”

Naruto snorted, “Go on.”

“Well, somebody or somebodies in the family beat the shit out of the little kid, and he was dying. Fortunately, they had a small hospital set up for the old matriarch who was on her deathbed at the time. She was wearing the necklace to her hang on to her life. She had doctors 24/7. Well, they dragged the kid up there at death’s door and kicked the old lady out of her bed. Supposedly he flatlined, was dead on the table or bed or whatever it was they had him on. Then the old biddy rips the necklace off her neck and places it on his, saying something like,`I pass this to you, you are the new owner of the Shiva’s sacred token. O great Shiva, bless him!’ And then, whammo! The kid comes back from the dead.”

“Damn, that’s a good one,” said Naruto. “So this is the necklace of a supreme god? Hmmm, he knows me better than I thought.”

“The boyfriend?”

“Yea,” said Naruto and a lovesick look crossed his face.

“You’ve got it bad, boy,” said Jiraiya with a laugh. “I should have known seeing you in a necklace. No dom wears a necklace.”

Naruto blushed bright red.

“Jesus Christ, you’re a sub now! That’s a fucking slave collar! You got married and didn’t even tell me, Naruto!”

“No, no, it’s not like that,” insisted Naruto.

“Are you telling me you weren’t a sub when that was put around your neck?” said Jiraiya.

“No,” admitted Naruto.

“Have you taken it off since?” asked Jiraiya.

“No,” admitted Naruto, “But, really, he subs for me the majority of the time. We’re just switching now till he comes to realize he wants to be my slave.”

“He’s already collared you,” said Jiraiya.

“No, it’s not like that,” said Naruto. “He’s going to wear my collar some day, Jiraiya, some day.”

“So why don’t you just causally collar him the next time he subs like he did to you?” asked the white-haired man.

“Because he says the only collar he’ll consider is a solid white gold one I make and set with an exceptional blue diamond. The collar has to be worth at least 2.5 million,” said Naruto.

“So, make the collar and give it to him,” said Jiraiya.

“Do you see me walking around with 2.5 million on me?” demanded Naruto.

“No, but I happen to know that you have 2.9 million in a Swiss bank account in your name from designing the one and only Prostate Popper, the world’s best anal vibrator, marketed exclusively by Icha, Icha products, CEO, my humble self,” said Jiraiya.

“That fucking toy made 2.9 million?” said Naruto. “I thought I was turning down a couple thou.”

“No, it made 4.3 million. I took a third for marketing it,” said Jiraiya. “You take the money though, and I get to put your name on the new version. But you can have 75% of future profits, and I’ll get you your diamond. You don’t know the dealers in Antwerp like I do. I’m going over next month. If anyone can find you a 2.5 million exceptional blue diamond, I can.”

“Jesus, my name on the box?”

“You do know that’s a genuine uncut rough diamond on that necklace he gave you?” said Jiraiya.

“What?”

“I mean it’s not worth 2.5 million, and but it’s not like he gave you something from the five and dime.”

“Hmm, the necklace of Shiva, the Supreme God, eh? Hell, yea, he’s priceless. Put my fucking name on the box and get me my damn diamond. You’re right. I got to get a collar around him before he goes anywhere.”

“Where’s he now?” asked Jiraiya with a grin.

“The rental car wasn’t good enough. He’s off renting something ridiculous like that damn Lamborghini his brother drives,” said Naruto.

“Oh, so he’s pretty well to do, your owner, eh? Speaking of owners, does your boyfriend know the owner of the original necklace? Come to think of it, I think the miracle survivor and his brother run a gay club in your town, so you’ve got to know him. Their name is something with U, I forget what.“

“Uchiha,” said Naruto looking dazed.

“Yea, that’s the name of that family,” said Jiraiya.

“Talking about me to your sensei, Uzumaki?” said Sasuke suddenly from behind Naruto, putting an arm around the blonde and extending the other to Jiraiya. “Hi, I’m Sasuke, and you must be Jiraiya. Any relation to the Jiraiya of Icha, Icha fame?”

“I am the one and only creator of the entire Icha, Icha, line. Except of course for the toy Naruto designed for me, the famous Prostate Popper. Have you tried it? Isn’t it wonderful? You two must invite me to the collaring ceremony. I’ve never been to a double one before. I’m getting your blue diamond for Naruto, and I can tell you if I get it for 2.5 million, it will be worth a lot more than that when it’s appraised.”

“Prostate popper?”

“Tell me this a copy, Sasuke,” said Naruto grabbing at the necklace he wore.

“So that’s what this diamond is about, is it Uzumaki? You can’t take a gift?” demanded Sasuke angrily.

“No, no, he agreed to buy the diamond when he had no idea it was you who had the original. He’s such a shitty jeweler, he didn’t even know it was a damn diamond he’s wearing,” said Jiraiya. “Don’t be mad at your slave. And seriously, that better fucking be a copy.”

“I’m a goldsmith, not a jeweler,” Naruto shouted, “and I’m not his fucking slave.”

“Yes, you are,” said Sasuke and Jiraiya together.

“Fuck, we’re not even living together,” said Naruto. “And who the fuck in your family tried to kill you? That’s what the collapsed lung is about, isn’t it?”

“I can’t tell you,” said Sasuke.

“See, see, he tells me jack shit, Jiraiya,” said Naruto. “He doesn’t trust me; the Asshole just doesn’t care.”

“I can’t tell you, Loser, because I don’t know,” shouted Sasuke, “Head injuries, Idiot, make you not remember. I don’t remember a whole fucking month of my life. That’s how much my family loves me, Naruto, they almost killed me! The only one who wasn’t home at the time was Itachi. There are dead to me, dead! Why do you think I didn’t tell you that story? Do you think it’s a happy story? How do you bring that up—hey, let me tell you about when my family beat me to death, and I died?”

“You died, Jesus God, you died,” said Naruto, hurling himself on to Sasuke and kissing him passionately.

Applause and cheering erupted around them from the big crowd of spectators that had gathered to watch.

And one person took the opportunity to ask Jiraiya, “Hey, are you selling the Prostate Popper here at your booth? How much is it?”

Just then Naruto, still kissing Sasuke, with one hand with a death grip in Sasuke’s hair, made a fist with the other and smashed out the back of one of Jiraiya’s cases. A number of people screamed loudly. Sasuke tried to pull his head away, but Naruto’s one hand held him fast while his other one groped around in the case.

Jiraiya was there in a second, but rather than stopping Naruto, he pulled the silver necklace Naruto had snagged from the blonde’s fingers and replaced it with one he had pulled from his own pocket. He then starting reassuring the crowd everything was alright.

Naruto let Sasuke pull back his head from the kiss and quickly flipped the necklace around his neck, not even looking at the stone set in the front of the heavy gold chain. The closure was a screw type, and his fingers nimbly spun the closure shut before Sasuke had completely pulled away from him.

“Idiot,” snapped Sasuke, glaring at him.

“Asshole,” said Naruto.

“Did you even look at what you put on me?” demanded Sasuke.

“No, but it’s only temporary,” said Naruto.

“But the first one should be special,” said Sasuke in a voice that was just a little bit unsteady.

“It is special, Sasuke,” said Jiraiya, handing him a hand mirror. “I’ve had that collar for years for Naruto, waiting until he would finally agree to take the money for designing the Prostrate Popper.”

“You have?” said Naruto.

“Idiot,” said Jiraiya and Sasuke together.

Then Sasuke, holding the hand mirror in front of him, tugged at the gold necklace. It slid around Sasuke’s neck, and the heavy stone centered itself at the base of Sasuke’s throat. It was like a burst of fire under the bright lights of the showroom.

“My fox demon’s eye,” cried Naruto. “You bought me that sapphire, Jiraiya?”

“Well, kid, it’s so you,” said the old man, looking a little embarrassed. “And you made me a shitload of money.”

“Thanks, Big Perv! Sasuke?” asked Naruto nervously. “Is it good enough for the first one?”

Sasuke tossed his head, looking like some high maintenance fashion model. “It will do, Idiot. Come on, let’s go to lunch before you’re arrested for causing a riot.” He started away, confident Naruto would follow.

“Hey, maybe I’m possessed by Shiva the destroyer,” said Naruto to his back, following like a slave would.

Sasuke paused and turned around. “Hmmm, could be,” he said. “We can send that one back to the bank when you get me my real one. This one might be safer for you.”

“Yea, this one’s just the eye of fox demon, not the sacred talisman of a supreme god,” said Naruto coming up to Sasuke and stroking the big orange Padparadscha sapphire lying against Sasuke’s throat.

Sasuke leaned over and whispered into Naruto’s ear, “Let’s have lunch in our hotel room, you, me, and the demon.”

Naruto whispered back, “I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll scream like a demon’s possessed you.”

Sasuke tossed his head again and snorted. “You’ll pass out, long before I start screaming,” he said and started for the door again.

“You’re the one that’s delicate,” insisted Naruto.

“Who passed out last Thursday?” said Sasuke.

“We’ll settle this with a swordfight,” said Naruto. “First one to come is the delicate one.”

When Sasuke didn’t say anything, Naruto grabbed his arm and stopped them both in a doorway blocking traffic, “Agreed?”

Sasuke sighed and said, “If that’s what it takes to get you to hurry your slow ass up, Idiot. Come on.”

“Hey, well, at least we have a fast car, now,” said Naruto.

“Did I tell you it has tinted windows?” said Sasuke.

“Oh? Completely dark ones, the kind you can’t see into?” asked Naruto.

“Yes,” said Sasuke.

“Well, hurry the fuck up, Uchiha. You’re too damn slow,” said Naruto, grabbing Sasuke’s wrist and pulling him towards the parking garage at a pace that could break one of those speed walking records.

Sasuke didn’t complain.