To Protect and To Serve

I don't condone the fact that Sasuke and Naruto didn't talk to each other before they started to scene, but as the stories I write become more developed, the characters are harder to control. Please don't follow their example. Discuss safewords/gestures with your partner before you scene! NEGOTIATE. Talk about limits! Be safe. COMMUNICATE. Have a first-aid kit and a telephone nearby in case anything goes wrong. Don't worry about what the paramedics will think; they have seen everything. Make sure to tell them the injuries sustained were accidental and all conduct was consensual.

-Naruto-
And it's the sixth time of asking 'please' that a very personal heat expands in my lip and jaw from Sasuke's hand. It makes me even harder. I hadn't thought that was possible. He kisses me hard and pushes my hips down. "Try," he whispers. His hot breath in my ear causes a shudder to ripple down my spine and back up over my nipples. I groan. Damn it! I groaned too soon. I was planning on waiting till he was getting more into it. Oh well. Sasuke sits back on his heels and holds my legs down, hands on my knees. I calmly use my abdominal muscles to raise into a sitting position after he unties my wrists. I wriggle for a bit, then lie back down and raise my legs to Sasuke's hips. He smirks. My toes grip the cotton and it begins to slowly move downward. Sasuke's face is expressionless as my toenails rake his skin, leaving angry red trails down his upper thighs. "Ow!" he grimaces and growls something in Japanese.
"What?" I ask.
“Kimono. It’s my yellow-light. My red-light is tengu.”
“What do those mean?”
“A kimono is a traditional garment worn by women. Tengu means shape-shifter.”
I nod.
“So should I use my hands instead?” He scowls. “Use your teeth and file your goddamn claws.” This is the most he’s said so far. “Uh…do you have a nail file?”
“You idiot, I’m not going to let you use mine. I don’t know what kind of germs your feet have.”
“Hey pretentious bastard, I’m just trying to make this a good scene for us.” I scowl and cross my arms as he rolls his eyes and shakes his head. Pangs of guilt and indignation flow through me masked as grumpiness as I lower my head to his hips.

(-Cause the way that we touch is something we can’t deny-)

Not all attempts at something new can be successful, so I revert to my usual method of using my mouth. He makes a strange noise as I lick the scratch marks, something between pleasure, pain and indignance. I look up at him, wondering if he’s going to call a red light. Damn it, I at least want to give him a blow job. My partners’ satisfactions are important to me! Sasuke glares impatiently down at me and I nip gently at his skin. He relaxes slightly. His bare body is pale, with no hint of scars, tattoos, or moles. I slither against his body until my face rests on his left thigh. “Can I give you a blow job or are you going to flip over and tie me down again?” Sasuke sits up and raises an eyebrow. “What makes you think I’m so predictable, Francisco?” I sit upright immediately, my eyes narrowed in indignance. “That’s not—-fair, you mindfucker!” I holler. I almost told him that my name isn’t Francisco. It’s part of why I don’t have sex when I’m undercover if I can help it. I gag slightly. He opens his eyes and glares. “What are you, a blow job virgin?” I pull away from him. “No, I underestimated. Like I said, it’s been six months.”
“Hn.”
I resume tentatively and he lies back again, fingers locked into my hair. His breathing is heavy. I move carefully to meet his thrusts.

(-And the way that you move-)

I wish I could get a tongue stud. It’d be a twelve-gauge barbell in the center of the tip of my tongue and my partners would be driven wild…but I’m a Special Agent Linguist. I have to speak loud, fast and clear to help my coworkers get what they need to prove the suspects innocent. I can’t believe I’m thinking about work right now! I haven’t had sex in six months and I’m thinking about how I shouldn’t get a tongue piercing for sexual purposes because it would interfere with work. I have issues.

(-Oh, you make me feel alive-)

He pulls my hair hard and my head jerks back with the force of his action. His body jerks only once as he comes. I have difficulty swallowing the semen because of the angle at which my head is tilted, but he’s having a good time. I can deal with it.

(-Now come on-)

His actions are fast and hard—he doesn’t even relax or really look at me after the blow job, he rolls over and ties me down again. Sasuke uses the two-finger rule, which means he doesn’t tie me down as tight as I’d like (okay, that’s not what it really means, but it’s how I’m reacting to the situation). No words are exchanged between us when he blindfolds me. It’s a rather heavy one, not made of cotton.

(-Ring my bell, ring my bells-)

Maybe gingham or velvet. I don’t even know what gingham is.

(-Ring my bell, ring my bells-)

I really like being blindfolded when I’m tied down—it intensifies everything and just makes things better. Bad sex becomes okay sex, okay sex becomes good sex, good sex becomes great and great becomes mind-blowing. Believe it!

(-You try to hide it-)

His hands are rough and dry and I squirm as they roam over my body. Sasuke leaves no place untouched. The way he does it reminds me of old boyfriends, the ones who, after a night of sex, made me breakfast and asked if they could drive me to work. No, I always answered. Why not? Well, I can't tell you where I work or what I do. They would grumble and eventually leave me. They would only believe for so long that I worked as a Navy SEAL. I writhe as his hands move. "More," I whimper. It's been a long time since anyone made me feel like this--no, no one has touched me like this. His hands are warm, not hot or sweaty. They're probably cold as ice normally. His fingers are slender and I think about the parallels between pulling a gun's trigger and striking a man's prostate as he prepares me. I wonder if he is, too. I've had sex with eight men and relationships with five of those eight. Sasuke wll be the ninth one. Not a single one of them maintained eye contact with me while they touched me like this, let alone intense eye contact. It probably comes naturally to Sasuke. He gnaws on my neck and I shudder.

"You know everything I've wanted, and things I never imagined but needed," my voice trails off. Wow, can I sound any more like a lovestruck virgin? He smiles into my neck and bites harder. "Don't come," he murmurs, biting my ear. "Screw you!" He laughs at me and squeezes. Hard. "Ow!"
"Like I said, don't come."
"You arrogant bastard! This orgasm better be worth it!"
"Shut up or I'm not going to be gentle in the beginning," he snarls. He removes the blindfold. I could cry in frustration. What a bitch.

(-I know you do-)

At least he's wearing a condom.

(-When all you really want is me to come and get you-)

"Sasuke."

(-You move in closer-)

I am NOT going to say it.

(-I feel you breathe-)

"Sasuke...please, cover my mouth. It's--ah--best for--ooh--us both."

(-It's like the world disappears when you're around me, oh-)

He chuckles low in his throat.

(-'Cause the way we touch is something we can't deny, oh yeah-)

"Ow!" Pain shoots through me.

(-And the way you move, oh, you make me feel alive-)

"Don't ever tell me to do something like that," he pants.

(-Now come on...ring my bell, ring my bells-)

"I don't care what secrets you have. I don't care who it could hurt if you told," he growls.

(-Ring my bell, ring my bells...ring my bell, ring my bells...ring my bell, ring my bells-)

I writhe and grip the bedframe, desperately trying to catch my breath and protest.

(-I say you want, I say you need, I can tell by your face you love the way it turns me on-)

His weight on top of me is heavy.

(-I say you want, I say you need, I will do all the things I would never do...you're wrong-)

All he has to do is grab my throat and already I've come, screaming his name.

(-'Cause the way that we love is something we can't fight, oh no...I can't get enough, you make me feel alive-)

He smirks as he comes. So arrogant. But it felt damn good.

(-So come on, ring my bell, ring my bells...ring my bell, ring my bells-)