Sasuke's Drug

A/N: This was written for a contest on y!gallery. (I write as RegencyCathy there since Hestia was taken--sob, sob). Anyway, I thought my readers here might like it too.


“Sasuke’s Drug”

Sasuke looked at the clock and scowled. Once again Itachi had left him with janitorial work, taking off the minute he’d finished that last tattoo, cleaned up his precious equipment that Sasuke wasn’t permitted to touch, and dealt with the cash register. Sasuke, of course, was the one who had to wipe the smears off the glass, the displays, the counter, hell, just about everything, not mention clean the john, the furniture, the floor, and deal with the trash. Fuck, Itachi acted like the sun and moon revolved around him, while Sasuke was nothing but a bunk of space junk.

Christ, he had to get a better job. Working for Itachi sucked. And the customers were stupid too—oh, should I get the metal or the plastic? The gold or the stainless steel? The barbell or the ring? The purple or the green ink? The rose or the daisy? Why the fuck did they think he could tell them? As he picked up the trashcan by Itachi’s workstation, a paper fluttered to the floor. Picking it up, Sasuke snorted. The paper was an little sketch done in an ink pen of a pineapple by someone who couldn’t draw—done no doubt to give Itachi an idea of what they wanted for their tattoo. Right there was the proof that their customers were idiots—who the fuck got a pineapple tattooed on them? And just the other day some freak had the cookie monster put on his right asscheek and a pile of cookies on the left. Another weirdo had a string of basketballs tattooed around his wrist like a bracelet. God, like they were really going to be happy with their choices in twenty years?

Jesus, twenty years—there’s no way I can work here for twenty years. I should specialize in tattoo removal, thought Sasuke as he headed outside with the trash. I can fix all these freaks when they come to their senses. Walking back from the dumpster, he was pissed, seeing someone lingering in the alley. Of course they wanted to talk to him—even in the darkness, he could tell the guy’s hair was bleached blonde and spiked up to high heaven. Another freak, no doubt. But just then the guy moved into the light set by the back door to the tattoo parlor, and Sasuke’s hatred for everything and everybody took a blow.

The stranger looked good from his bare toes in those sandals to the tips of that white-blonde hair. Maybe it was because nothing he wore was black, and he didn’t have a visible chain or stud or tatt or even a bit of leather on him. The ridiculous white hair color and the bizarre gravity-defying hairstyle somehow managed to just look right on him, like something he didn’t even put any work into. He wasn’t an emo, a goth, a punker, a biker, or a leatherman; he was just a guy in a simple t-shirt and jeans--an incredibly muscled, tall, thin, hot guy in a tee and jeans, that is. But just because a guy looked like something from a wet dream didn’t mean he wasn’t an asshole.

“Get lost, we’re closed,” said Sasuke reaching for the door.

“Please.” That was all the man said, but it came out in a low, desperate sounding voice, the voice of someone in pain or highly aroused or maybe both. Sasuke looked over and got distracted. His eyes were at the lip level of the stranger, and as he watched, those lips once more said, “Please.” Sasuke felt his cock start to harden a little, and he bit his tongue as the stranger said, “I, ah, have a piercing emergency. Can we go in, and I show you?”

“There’s no such thing as a piercing emergency,” said Sasuke, sneering, his misanthropy rising again. “Go to urgent care.”

“Dammit, just look at this,” said the stranger in that breathy, erotic voice, and his hands went to the crotch of his pants. Sasuke froze as he undid the button, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his problem. There was so much metal—balls, rings, and a chain—that it took Sasuke a while to register what he was seeing. He moved closer and bent his head, intrigued. Oh—a magic cross, a wand with a slave ring and a small chain, and two frenum ring. The guy had to have a high level of pain tolerance—you had to, to get two holes drilled through your cockhead perpendicular to each other. Not to mention the rings under the cock head and the metal tube down the guy’s urethra. He had to be masochist. His emergency was that the small bit of chain on the slave ring attached to the wand in the guy’s dick had somehow gotten twisted and knotted on the two frenum rings.

Once he figured out what he was looking at, Sasuke started blushing. He was bent over staring at a man’s cock, a fully erect cock--a nice thick, long, pink fully erect cock his mind emended—in the back alley under a bright light. The cock of a guy who had to be some kind of kinky submissive—who else had a metal chain attached to slave ring on the end of either an ampallang or apadravya wand? He straightened and scowled, saying, “So? Go home and take the frenum rings out and unravel the chain or cut it off.”

“I can’t get at the captive beads to take the rings out because the chains are twisted over them. And I guess you haven’t taken a good look at my face because I’m blind in one eye, and I don’t think I’m up to cutting things around my dick with one eye. Please, could you just cut the damn chain off for me? I’m willing to pay extra because it’s after hours, whatever. Please--” long arms and reached out towards Sasuke as if to grab him.

“Relax,” snapped Sasuke quickly moving out of arms’ reach and unlocking the door. “You can come in, and I’ll cut it off.” He scowled, trying to hide his embarrassment at not noticing the obvious problem with the guy’s eye—the one eye didn’t even look like it had an iris, just a huge black pupil with a hideous red slash running vertically across the eyeball. Yea, real subtle and hard to see.

“That doesn’t sound very relaxing,” said the blonde, but his voice for the first time had lost that desperate note. It still sounded like the guy was in pleasurable pain, and, well, Sasuke had seen the proof of that himself.

Sasuke stopped abruptly as he reached the first piercing station down the hall. To his horror, the guy plowed into him. The metal ring on the end of his cock hit Sasuke just above the crack of his ass and then slid up under his shirt as the guy’s body pressed into him. Time seemed to slow for Sasuke as he felt the metal and warm skin of that pierced cock along the small of his back. Hands grasped his arms, and Sasuke’s half-hard cock stiffened completely.

“Dammit, sorry! Seriously, I can’t help the erection without an ice pack; it’s the fucking wand.”

“Let go of me and sit on the fucking table!” As soon as that came out of Sasuke’s mouth an image of him fucking on the table popped into his head—he was kneeling on the table between those long legs, holding them wide, and slamming into the ass beneath that pierced cock. The chain was untangled, and he had the end in his mouth, tugging that studded cock every time he slid out before thrusting back in.

“Ah—“

“Pull some of that sanitary paper over the table first,” ordered Sasuke, trying to shut the guy up. Dammit, he’d spaced out there, and his cock was not going down. Sasuke darted across the hall to the bathroom, calling, “I’ll be back with the tool box, and as soon as I’m done, you can go down the street to that diner that stays open all night and get a cup of ice.”

“A tool box? Don’t you have specialized equipment?” demanded the blonde.

“I’m not touching my brother’s shit for you,” called back Sasuke, trying to pull his tee shirt down to hide his erection. Oh, fuck, well, the guy had an eye problem, anyway. Sasuke began rooting through the storage cabinet in the bathroom opposite the piercing station, adding, “I’ve got a pair of needle-nose pliers that should be fine. Don’t worry. Yea, here we go.” Sasuke pulled out the tool box and fished around till he found the pliers he wanted. But when he emerged from the bathroom, his mouth fell open.

He’d gotten on the table. He’d even used the sanitary paper. But why the fuck had he taken off his jeans, t-shirt, and sandals? And why the hell were his legs up on the table on either side of him, spread wide, like he was posing for a porn shot or waiting for a lover to just push him back a little bit and slide into him?

“This is a joke, right? I’m being punked, aren’t I? You’re a friend of Itachi’s, aren’t you?” demanded Sasuke angrily, staring resolutely at the guy’s face and chest.

“This isn’t a joke; for fuck’s sake, do you think I’d want a video of myself like this?”

“Well, you look like you’re posing for a video,” said Sasuke before his mind stopped him.

“Please.”

And that word, that voice, hell, that cock—Sasuke walked over and put his hands on it. The damn thing jumped in his hand, and his left hand tightened around the shaft. At that point, they both moaned.

Sasuke leaned down and brought the pliers close. For some reason his left hand didn’t let go of that hard white shaft. But the whole task didn’t need more than one hand anyway. One tug of the pliers on one little link, and chain was loose from the slave ring on the end of the wand. It was still tangled in the frenum rings, but surely the guy could deal with the rest now. He forced his left hand to let go.

“Oh, thank god,” breathed out a husky voice right near his ear. And then two long legs slid down on either side of him, two white hands with long white fingers were unscrewing the slave ring from the top of the wand. When it came away in one of them, Sasuke was a little shocked at the diameter of the wand inside the guy’s cock, and the sight of that metal coming right out of tip of that pink head. He’d never seen anything like this in person. His own cock jumped in his shorts, and he dropped the pliers. Just as he bent to get them, the guy cried out and came.

The cum hit Sasuke right in the face, startling him. He let out a little cry of his own, falling back, losing his balance. Two long white legs wrapped around him, and two arms pulled him close. He gasped, and some cum sprayed in his mouth. Shocked, he shut his eyes and mouth tight, twisting his head away. But the taste was in his mouth, the dripping wetness on his face, neck, and shirt, and a naked body held him captive and shuddered against him.

Then everything was still and silent—except for Sasuke’s heart beating loud in his chest. He wanted to open his eyes and mouth, but he could feel cum on his eyelids and lips.

“Let me clean that off,” said that husky voice, and hands tugged at his head. Then he felt a tongue licking over his closed eyes, his cheeks, his nose. Sasuke struggled, and his erection in his shorts rubbed against the stranger’s cock. The tongue went to his lips, and Sasuke moaned. Then he was pulled against that body, and the licking became a kiss, a cum-flavored kiss. For a moment, Sasuke let the stranger’s tongue explore his, before he moved his hands and arms to push that body away from him.

“Dammit, it’s like you want me to rape you,” cried Sasuke, torn between desire and disgust.

“Please.”

“Yea, well, I don’t have a condom,” snapped back Sasuke, furious at having his fantasy offered to him when he wasn’t prepared.

“I do, in the front pocket of my jeans. Fuck, you’re sexy as all shit; I don’t need two eyes to tell that.”

Sasuke pulled out of the prison of those white arms and tugged off his t-shirt. The blonde was already hard again, the chain still twisted around his cock, tangled in his frenum rings. Sasuke kicked off his sandals and jerked off his shorts.

The legs were back up on the table, but this time the stranger was laying back on his elbows, and Sasuke could see his asshole there waiting for him. He picked up the jeans and pulled out four condoms and two little lube samples as well.

“Boy scout?” asked Sasuke with a smirk, opening one condom.

“Well, most rapists tend not to be prepared. My name’s Kakashi by the way.”

“Kakashi, eh? You have a master to go with the slave ring and chain that’s gonna come rip my head off?”

The parts of Kakashi that weren’t already pink started to turn that way as Sasuke squeezed the lube over his latex-covered cock. He just said, “No, if I had somebody to take care of me, I wouldn’t be here, wouldn’t want fucked so bad the touch of the sexiest guy I’ve seen in years makes me lose it all over him. Oh, God, just do it, I don’t need stretched.”

Sasuke grinned. Yea, with that much metal in his cock, this Kakashi no doubt liked a bit of pain. He moved up in position and waited, wanting to hear that voice say the word that had first sent his blood racing downwards.

The blonde moaned, pushed against Sasuke, saying once more in that low voice, “Please.”

Sasuke pushed in, and Kakashi pushed down with a moan. Holy fucking shit, thought Sasuke. It was nothing like anything he’d fucked before, male or female—pushing through that unstretched ring of muscle into that tight heat was a mind-blowing experience. His cock finally in as far as it could go, he tried to calm down. His brain registered something odd about the white legs under his hands, and he stroked the thighs spread for him. They were smooth like a woman’s—shaved just like the cock and balls above his cock. Sasuke pulled out and pushed in watching his cock slide and then disappear again, watching that pierced and stuffed cock jump.

“For a rapist, your techniques are a little gentle.”

Sasuke’s head snapped up with a glare, and his anger and annoyance flooded back. Why did everyone criticize everything he did? Was nothing good enough? He started thrusting in roughly, hard, putting his anger into it. Anger that the stranger dared criticize him, anger at being tempted to fuck this guy, anger at the mess the guy had made, anger that the world was full of someone dumb enough to get a chain wrapped around their cock, anger that he would still have to clean the fucking bathroom after this, and anger that this guy’s ass was the tightest, hottest fucking thing he’d ever felt, and it wasn’t going to be his for very long. And to make it worse, the face under the white blonde hair had gone from a dreamy desire to overwhelmed, suffering pleasure that looked sexier than all shit.

The moans were now cries as Sasuke slammed in again and again, and that head tilted back, hitting the wall, those features distorted in pleasure or pain—Sasuke didn’t care. He wanted to fuck this asshole even harder. He moved around to the foot of the table, pulling that body with him, and then climbed up on the table. Those long legs were jerked up so high that the guy’s ass lifted off the table, and Sasuke pushed down into him. Gravity or the increased vulnerability of that body beneath him made it feel like he was going deeper, thrusting harder.

Kakashi’s head flew back, showing Sasuke his neck, with its straining muscles. It was a long, thin neck, vulnerable, and the sight made Sasuke feel like Kakashi was submitting, like a lesser dog showing its belly to the pack leader. Sasuke threw back his own head with a shout, shutting his eyes, knowing he was going to come soon, come into the hot tight heat of his very own bitch. He thrust in, his shut eyes somehow making everything feel more intense. Yes, it was coming, no stopping it, one more thrust, one more dive into this hole, and there—Sasuke screamed as he shot out his sperm. Then it seemed to him, the stranger fought back against it, clamping down on his cock so hard as if he was going to squeeze him out. It took Sasuke’s pleasure to another level, shocking him, and he opened his eyes, his head flying forward. His eyes met unmatched ones—one blue, one black and red, over a mouth open wide, and as he looked he saw the stranger’s climax take him in the expression of his face. And that ass got even tighter, contracted, and once more cum flew up in the air. Two voices screamed, and two bodies hit passion’s peak, then went crashing down the side.

His eyes shut, his head down on his own chest, his lungs working hard, Sasuke tried to pull himself together. He felt himself pulled down, and with a cry, opened his eyes, finding himself sprawled over a bigger, stronger body. Then he was on his back on the table, and that muscled body was looming over him, still impaled on his dying, exhausted cock.

“Hey, the condom, what the fuck!” he cried out, only to have his words cut off with a kiss. It was better than the first one—much better. Maybe it was because he had just come, maybe because he was on his back, maybe because Kakashi had learned a little about his mouth and his tastes the first time, but no matter the reason, Sasuke surrendered to it. He let his mouth be ravaged, dominated, crushed. And when he was feeling dizzy and weak, it lifted from his lips.

“Lay there, and let me take care of things,” Kakashi said.

Sasuke nodded, but he watched. If Kakashi was a robber, now was the time he would act. But the tall blonde just pulled himself off of Sasuke and took off the rubber, tying it off, tossing it in the newly emptied trash. He picked up the condom wrapper and empty lube sample and tossed them too. Then he used some of the soft white folded paper towels there on the little side table for piercings that bled and began wiping up the two of them.

“How about I go wet a few of these just across the hall?” Kakashi asked.

Sasuke nodded, but he tensed, listening.

But Kakashi was quickly back, now wiping both of them again. The trash would definitely have to be emptied again. Sasuke sighed.

“Hey, the chain’s loose,” said Kakashi. He leaned over and tried to untangle it. He kept moving his head, so his one eye could see what he was doing.

“Just come over here,” said Sasuke, sitting up. It didn’t take long for Sasuke to untwist it from the two frenum rings. But as he was working, Kakashi’s cock was hardening again in his hands. By the time, the chain slid loose and dropped to the floor, once more he had a full erection.

“I’m sorry,” said Kakashi, “Your touch excites me.”

“Yea, well, my stud services are closed for the night. You can go jerk off in the alley or get some ice from that diner,” said Sasuke nastily, angry at this show of stamina that made him feel inadequate.

“You do a lot of these here?”

“No, we don’t normally fuck our customers,” snapped Sasuke.

Low laughter rumbled out of the blonde, and he said, “I meant do you do a lot of piercings like mine, a magic cross?”

“No, in fact we’ve only done one apadravya in the time I’ve been working here,” replied Sasuke, mortified at his misunderstanding.

“You can look at mine carefully then,” said Kakashi, “for professional reasons, of course.”

“I think I’ve seen enough,” snapped Sasuke.

“I haven’t got to try it out yet to see if it really is magical,” said Kakashi, his voice sounding sad and lonely. “That was the reason I got it, but my boyfriend left me when I was over in Iraq.”

“Is that—“ Sasuke stopped, embarrassed, not wanting to pry.

“Yeah, that’s where my eye got fucked up. Got a purple heart and a broken heart both. Even the war hero shit can’t help you when you’re ugly.”

“No fucking way! What were you doing with such a superficial prick anyway? You could have anyone!”

“You think so?” said Kakashi in a seductive low voice. “Even Sasuke Uchiha?”

“You bastard! You do know Itachi! This was all a set up! Get out!”

“I’ve never talked to your brother more than a minute. I’m the asshole vet who rented the upstairs apartment who’s going to take you all out some day,” said Kakashi. Sasuke felt like he was kicked in the gut, hearing his own words repeated. “The ceilings pretty thin, so don’t shout out anything private in the future. And, yea, thanks for the complement and the pity fuck.” The worse thing about that last comment, was that it wasn’t sarcastic. It sounded almost genuine, the loneliness almost a tangible trace in the tone.

Sasuke watched, frozen, as Kakashi just scooped up his jeans and shirt, shoved his feet in his sandals and left. He opened his mouth a few times, but there was nothing to say. He felt like the lowest worm there was. He’d bad-mouthed a decorated war vet, showing how little respect he had for any soldiers. He used Kakashi, used him roughly, and had had some of the best fucking sex ever, but he wasn’t ready to offer him anything else. Or was he? Sasuke looked down at the three condoms, little sample of lube, and bit of chain on the floor. He turned his head, looking at the little screw-on ball with the slave ring that went into the top of that wand in Kakashi’s cock.

He heard the sound of a door shutting and slow footsteps above him. Those tired footsteps were one of the most solitary sounds Sasuke had ever heard. He stood up and pulled on his shorts, checking for his keys. His heart started beating wildly again as he grabbed the little ball, the chain, the condoms, and lube and ran down the hall, out the back door, and up the rickety wood steps to the second floor, racing so he wouldn’t change his mind. What the hell was he doing? Well, he could just pretend he was returning the forgotten things. But just as he reached the door, it opened, and the look of hope, of need, and of desire on Kakashi’s face just made something in him act crazy.

He dropped the things in his hand and jumped on Kakashi—pulling that head down for a kiss, wrapping his body around that tall thin one like a warm blanket.

“Sasuke,” breathed out Kakashi, in that low, husky voice that had made him weak from the first moment he’d heard it.

“You don’t need a cross to be magic, stupid,” said Sasuke. “Now let’s see what magic we can make on a bed.”

There was no need for any more words.


At work the next day, everyone was dumbfounded. Sasuke didn’t whine, didn’t bitch, didn’t scowl. He didn’t pace around full of nervous energy. He just sat around looking out of it.

Finally around two when the shop was empty for a moment, Itachi searched Sasuke for weed, sniffed his breath, and insisted his brother tell him what drugs he had taken. Sasuke just shook his head, saying in a pissed-off tone, “I’m just happy, Itachi. Why the hell do you assume I’m on drugs? Can’t I fucking have one day that I’m in a good mood?”

“What’s got you in such a fucking good mood, Sasuke?” demanded Itachi, a little relieved that Sasuke was sounding like his normal sourpuss self.

Just then two giggling girls popped in the store. Sasuke beamed a welcome at them, making them start drooling in between giggles.

“Answer me,” hissed Itachi.

“Oh, my good mood is all due to magic, bro, just some good old magic,” said Sasuke, his voice lilting and his eyes sparkling.

Itachi shook his and and sighed. “I’m calling in Kisame to come in early,” he whispered fiercely. “You come in stoned again, and you’re fired.”

“Whatever,” said Sasuke smiling. Kakashi’s last class at the university just five blocks up the street was at 3:30 today. An early day would be just perfect.

“I can come back and close up the shop for you tonight, bro,” offered Sasuke.

Itachi’s eyebrows rose up, and he said, “Just go, just go.” And as he talked to the giggling girls about the merits of a star vs. a heart as an ankle tattoo, he was fretting inside.

He didn’t even hear the door upstairs shut and the soft footsteps of someone moving across the floor.

But later that afternoon, he was cursing. Jesus, Sasuke was right that having that vet move in upstairs was a big fucking mistake.

His girlfriend was a real screamer.