Presuming

Presuming
Description: Sakura presumed she'd be the one... M/M,Yaoi
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Naruto is the intellectual property of Masashi Kishimoto. I do not own these characters, nor do I make any pretence of owning them. This story contains inexplicit homosexual sex, abuse of Naruto and abuse of the English language. Thank you!

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When we first got this mission I presumed that I’d be the one playing chicken. When an influential man needs a lobotomy, being a whore is an easy way to get close, you know? Primp your hair, act half your age, pout, show some leg, try to hide some leg, whatever. A little scouting goes a long way toward finding what works. After that, you just choose an innocuous but obvious place to stand, et viola! You get what you need before he even pulls his pants down.

I knew this one was a going to be harder because the information was in his head but there are ways of instigating precoital talks. I’ve done it before. Then I found out the target liked boys. He liked them fairly young too. Apparently, and quite conveniently, he also liked blondes.

Go figure.

I was surprised to see Naruto take it on the chin. He took our orders, cocked an eyebrow at Tsunade, “You old hag, you.” He smiled jauntily and then left, hips swinging softly in his wake. When we met the next morning he was already dressed for the sting. Baggy clothes to hide his muscle, hair limp from yesterdays sweat and shoes that were worn down to the sole. He looked pathetic. I asked him if he’d done this before and he just winked at me, breaking character already.

We made it to the edge of fire country quickly, where the border settlements were. To live between laws is to live without them and it was a good place to get our kind of work done. Naruto shuffled his way to a convenient gay bar and stayed just far enough from the front door to look suspicious. He looked uncomfortable and he looked scared. It was so perfect it broke my heart.

I will always remember him in that frozen moment. It was like he was a child again, though I’d never taken notice of him then. He was reliving that wounded, lonely part of himself. Still, I knew him better than to be completely fooled. He was so detached, that was the scariest part. He was bearing his wounds for the world to see while waiting patiently for a paedophile to pick him up. Didn’t take too long, we’d arrived at a perfect time, Naruto had been standing there just long enough to garner a little attention.

The old bastard just eyed him at first, looking at the hunched merchandise. Naruto made all the mistakes a kid could make, made eye contact, flinched away. Like I said, he was too perfect. When the target asked him if he was waiting for anyone he answered honestly enough, “I was waiting for someone like you to come along.” His gaze was unerringly steady, filled with hatred.
“How much?”
“How much you willing to pay?”
“I was thinking fifty.”
“Double it but you have to pay me half upfront.”

Naruto looked at him as though he knew up front was all he’d ever get. I thought he might have blown it by being to forward but…
“Sure thing kid, follow me.”

I took the rooves and walls so I could follow them quickly enough. It’s a pretty safe bet actually. The human eye seldom looks above its own height. Dressing in black during the night keeps any visible peripheral movements down to a low as well. Naruto and the target made their way to hotel quickly. One of those “rent by the hour” places. Clearly our man preferred the relative comfort of a bed to an alleyway encounter.

Naruto waited a few extra seconds, pretending to look pensive, before closing the door to their room. He gave me enough time to cloak myself and run through the door. I moved toward the window, furthest from the light. There was an old bed in the middle of the room, a small adjoining bathroom and not much else. Not even any pictures for Pete’s sake! There was only a small night-table. Still, better than some places and it least the rooms had pretty thick walls in case we made some noise later.

The old guy shrugged off his jacket, revealing shoulder holsters. He had two machetes, which explained why he didn’t have anyone covering him while he walked the red light district. Cocky bastard. Naruto looked suitably surprised and backed away a little. The man smiled, “Don’t worry kid, I’m not gonna use these on you. I just keep them for a little security. Never know who might be out there…” He left a good pause after that, smiling. Naruto looked genuinely unconvinced this time.

The man sat down on the bed, making an unattractive squeaking noise. “You’re pretty quiet kid. You haven’t told me your name yet.”
“Rei, you can call me Rei.”
I almost smiled; Rei was a favourite cartoon character of his.
Of course, right after that…
“Well Rei-chan, you can call me Sasuke.”
The shit really hit the fan.

To his credit, Naruto barely flinched and even then he made it look like he wanted impersonal sex. I think it even turned that man on. I almost gave myself away by gasping. Three years, six months have passed and not once have I met someone of that name. Rare name, very rare name. Has certain emotions, colours and textures associated with it. Say that name and we can all taste the ice, the power. This man was the antithesis of what Sasuke was. Yet, we were stuck with it. The orders had only given us a description, “White male, late fifties, no identifying marks, heavily built.” The list went on and had a shiny picture and a note on how to meet him. It had no fucking name, no fucking aliases. This was just a low blow, probably just bad luck.

Naruto went on with the show while I seethed.
“So, how you want to, um, do this?”
You could see him getting excited.
“I need to know if this is more than a one time thing though. ‘Cause if you wanna buy tomorrow you’ll have to feed me first.”
That knocked me out of my stupor. What stupid thing to say. I wondered if he could be any more obvious.
“I guess you find it hard to get work here.”
“I’m a bit new.”

I could finally see where he was going. Pretending he’d just left home, of course he’d be that naïve, that eager. Sas… The old mans eyes flickered and before I knew it, he was groping at Narutos shirt. Luckily Naruto had decided henge’d in some ribs and henge’d out his abs. He looked like a plucked chicken and his chest was heaving in surprise. The man didn’t even mistake it for excitement, he just laughed. He soon had Naruto on his belly.

If I might take a moment aside, you should know I hadn’t figured out he was going to go through with “it” yet. When I did, the deed was already being done.

Naruto screamed.

It was so brutal that I almost killed Sasuke on the spot. Naruto stopped me with one look. He’d kept his head turned in my direction and while the man had his head thrown forward he glared at me. He’d heard me move. Clearly he’d been ready for this the entire time. The wait was awful. Naruto just kept crying out. Even though I knew he was faking it a little, I knew it had to hurt. Sasuke was even holding his head down. Narutos face was red and contorted.
He just… just…

The ending was the worst. The man’s face went lax, he legs gave way and then he just fell on top of Naruto. His full body weight smothering him. Narutos eyes teared a little, a trick we’d all learnt how to do at some stage. Part of me died, anyway. When the guy finally got off, he told Naruto to meet him at the same place until Thursday. After that he would be out of town meeting "friends". He told us exactly what we needed to know. It annoyed me. Men will brag to girls about what they're doing, they show off. It isn't the same with two men, two men like this. If it had been me, it would have saved so much trouble...

Naruto strangled him with garrote wire. He wasn’t someone called Sasuke anymore. I’ve never been more relieved.

Naruto pulled on the spare clothes I’d kept for him and I decapitated the target. We kept the head, weighted the body dumped it in the river. It was easy to clean up the urine. The carpet was dirty to begin with, no one would notice. We took our information and our proof to Tsunade. Never knew why we needed it in the first place. Naruto did all the talking, his face impassive. He even told Tsunade to find a more interesting target, next time.

Naruto was limping a little on our way out, so I offered to share a dinner with him at his place. I wanted to walk him home. I felt awkward, I didn’t know what to say after watching one of my, probably my closest, friend violated in that way. I tried to say something but I couldn’t find the words. So I kissed him instead, not romantically, just desperately. To show him I was sorry, to show him that I loved him. To show him that I hadn’t wanted any of this to happen. Maybe I just felt that we’d been betrayed by Sasuke all over again.

Funny thing was he just looked at me, perplexed and asked, “What was that for?”

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Un-beta'ed as I have no beta. I fully expect flames.