Answer the PHONE

Title: Answer the Phone
Status: COMPLETE
Genre: YAOI
Warning: Oneshot/ AU / Masturbation / Cosplay / I don't know what to call the others honestly...
Pairing: SasuNaru / ?Naru
Disclaimer:
Trailer: It’s worse than THE RING. Scarier than THE GRUDGE. And downright humiliating than AMERICAN PIE. Because it’s real. And it’s threatening to send Naruto to an asylum if his stalker didn’t stop blackmailing him with a video of him and Sasuke going at it. Should Naruto obey him to do everything at his whim for the sake of the famous model Sasuke Uchiha’s reputation?

>O<

I’m BITCHY! Don’t go near me for you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup. SO why can’t AFF let me upload the first and fifth chapter of Evanescent Trail that I ended up deleting the whole damn story? Sorry for the reviews they got erased too… uhuhuhu and to think that my reviews are almost always less than five. Could it be they have an inborn hate in me or my account or something? Haa… I still haven’t organized my LJ account but I’m gonna post it there… someday… somehow…

^_^

This is dedicated to Kurai, ‘coz she rocks my pants. -grins- Please be nice, it’s my first time writing ‘slightly’ plotless smut.

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Dread slowly crawled from the small toes of his feet, zipping up his spine. Making the small hairs at the back of his arms to rise. He could just stare at the white piece of communication device lying innocently atop a coffee table as it continued to make repeated ringing noises. His fingers twitched and his toes curled and uncurled, not knowing how they should move as he stood mere yards away from it behind the sofa.

Finally on what he guessed to be the last ring, or the second to the last—for it had been ringing on a long time since he’d stepped inside his apartment and turned on his t.v.—he dashed for the phone before it picked up on the voice mail and hastily plastered it to his ear.

“H-hello?” He gulped down, noticing how his throat had suddenly gone dry. Blonde cheek length fringes plastered against his moist skin, slender body clad in pajamas made of black pants and a sweatshirt.

“Did you like my present? How’s the quality?” A distorted mechanical voice answered amused from the other line and his grip on the phone tightened even more, threatening to crush the plastic to pieces as he pressed his lips tight.

“Bastard! What do you want from me!?” He hollered, trying to cover the urge to shake and slide down the floor when his knees started to weaken.

“Don’t use that tone on me Uzumaki.” As light as the tone of voice came earlier, it had instantly switched to a cold menacing one making the blonde’s throat constrict trying hard to hold back tears. His heart beat faster and as he tried to calm down his voice, he failed to hide how he was starting to hyperventilate.

“Come on… Stop this already. You’ve already got me, fine. I’m already frightened and panicked to my wits here. You’ve already had your fun so please…”

“Oh no Uzumaki. The fun is just starting. To be honest, I never knew myself to be a good cameraman, all the shots were so perfect in every angle. Must be because the subject is as well. But you know, you should start buying proper sleeping clothes. The sweatshirt and jogging pants simply won’t do.”

His lips trembled in fear as do the entirety of his body knowing full well how much the person on the other line knew everything about him. It had started a month ago that he received an anonymous gift while he was working at the salon, of course, the first thought that crossed his mind was Sasuke but when he asked, his lover denied and even got angry that he received such a gift.

He thought at first that it was just some silly prank his friends was having so he let it go, but after that, the next following days he began to receive anonymous gifts along with letters giving him advices on what kind of ramen tastes good, commenting on what color of clothes he should wear. He pretended not to be frightened and kept it a secret even from his lover, not wanting him to worry and just outright ignore it. Then the phone calls began and the gifts were sent to his apartment.

Clothes, flowers, chocolates and even lingerie. Until he couldn’t take it anymore that he snapped at the what he finally realized as his stalker over the phone and he was downright frightened and shocked when the person answered back, declaring how he should just dump Sasuke and date him instead, and how their sex life was lacking excitement, something that he should be able to give to him.

His relationship with Sasuke was something hidden from the public eye, he was working as a stylist for a production company which employed Sasuke as a Grade A quality model.

“When I was filming this, do you know what kind of things were going on inside my head? I said ‘ah… this is the true Naruto.’ You know despite your innocent face, who knew there was a slut hiding in there somewhe-”

“Stop!!! Just—stop! Stop talking!” Naruto looked away from the television still playing a clear image of him and Sasuke, he could still recall where they had done the dirty. It was exactly a month ago inside the man’s dressing room after a shoot. At first he was angry, no one was supposed to know this kind of thing except for the two of them, he valued their privacy and it was one of the things he enjoyed with Sasuke. Now the man over the phone had ruined it all for the two of them. Now every time Sasuke would ask of him to do it apart from the man’s suite he couldn’t say anything but ‘no’.

He would have shut the t.v. the moment the content of the c.d. was realized by him, but along with it was a note saying that should he turn it off, the same c.d. would be sent to the number one television network in the country. He should have stopped the stalker while the situation was still light. But even if he changed his phone number, or the landline or just moved out of his apartment, he doubted the person would just give up. He’d done it twice, and he had no idea how the stalker got a way of finding out his number.

“What I do with him is none of your business!”

“Shut up.” The harsh order sent Naruto gasping in fright, other words getting caught in his throat and staying there. He was crying now, whether out of fear, panic, anger or just pure helplessness he didn’t know, maybe a mixture. He never went home alone, and almost every time he would find himself looking over his shoulder to see if there was someone following him. He was becoming a little paranoid.

“Now now… don’t cry blondie.” Said the mockingly sweet tone, he could almost see the sickly grin on its voice. “I have a present for you…”

And as if on cue, the doorbell rang and he nearly jumped from his position at the sound. “Clean your face and answer him cheerfully just like what you would do on a happy sunny day Naruto. I’ll call later.”

Without a word the person over the phone hung up and hastily he opened the door, something hard he had grabbed and hid behind him should the delivery person try anything. But what only greeted him was a chubby delivery boy handing out a small package asking for his signature and i.d.

As soon as the delivery boy had disappeared and he’d closed the door the phone started to ring again and though wary, he answered it on the third ring. Package heavy in hand, he sat on a stool he pulled beside the coffee table.

“Open it sweetheart. Don’t worry, it won’t bite you. Not like me.” Hands though trembling from nervousness began to weakly peel out the brown masking tape with a knife, tearing away the blue plastic under it until there was nothing but a plain brown box enough to cover his thighs when he placed it over his lap. He stared at it warily for a second, deciding that it would be better to just go and open it and wish it was a bomb and kill him than something else.

He furrowed his brows, lips twisting in disgust as he pulled every piece up to the last from the box with his forefinger and thumb and dropped it on the floor like a dirty smelly sock that needed to be buried under the ground—screw washing.

“Do you like it?” He had received things like them before, a black thong, red leather micro-mini skirt that could expose everything with the slight bending of your back, spaghetti strapped black top, a white furry coat, a butt plug and a pink vibe along with a tube of cherry flavored lubricant, a pair of high heeled stiletto shoes and a blonde wig.

“Had your laugh now?” He replied dryly, not at all liking what those things were suggesting.

“Now why would I do that? There’s something I want you to do for me, and you better do it good. Lest I get a little upset and accidentally send another different package to N TV.” His heart rate began to pick up its rhythm, instantly catching the man’s drift. He realized a long time ago that it was a man, he always trusted his guts, he only wished he’d listened to it when he reluctantly let Sasuke have his way with him inside that dressing room, he just gave that stalker something to hold over his head.

“What… what do you want me… t-to do?” He asked worriedly, wishing for all that was holy for the answer to have no ‘Sasuke’ and ‘dump’ at the same sentence and at the same time, silently wishing fo it not have anything to do with the disgusting stuff on his lap. He would have loved it had it been Sasuke who gave it to him.

“Pick up your cellphone.”

And the line went dead.

Abruptly his cellphone began to ring and he reluctantly picked it up over the sofa.

“Hi again.”

“What do you want?” He sighed, a little exhausted.

“Take a quick shower. I want to have a little cosplay this evening. Do remember to bring my gifts for you to your bedroom.”

After that he was instructed to put the phone on 3G over the counter of the bathroom, although he knew trying to see the face of his stalker over the phone was futile he still hoped, but when he saw that only the neck down to the torso could be seen he sighed in defeat, and he was right, the bastard’s a man. He did it anyway, knowing how besides giving the stalker something to watch for amusement there was nothing he could do. He couldn’t touch him. If the stalker wanted to meet up, he will comply, only so that he could crush the guy to pieces and dump the body to Tokyo Bay for good measure.

He placed the phone over the counter opposite the bathtub until the stalker had approved of the position and slowly pulled his shirt over his head, hesitating a little to pull down the waistband of his pants and boxers until he was reminded by the man about the cd still playing on mute in the living room. He heard the stalker hiss as his firm posterior was displayed in sight, honey hued thighs and slim waist and hair spiking all over the place that had gone straight and subdued the moment warm water was poured from the shower head and steam rolled up from the surface of the tub slowly beginning to fill with warm water.

He brushed his body clean with a fragrant soap Sasuke had given him for his birthday last year, letting the foam cover some parts of his body when he turned the shower off, shampooing his hair. He was a little peeved letting the guy watch him wash his private parts, but if it would make him happy and forget about the damn cd, he could care less. Instead of worrying about the guy watching him take a shower, he was more worried about what he’d tell him to do afterwards.

Naruto took a dreaded glance over the change of clothes that was lacking in fabric over the counter beside the phone before quickly washing the remnants of the soap and shampoo he used. He dried off his body like he used to as if no one was there watching and tried to act calm.

“Take the lotion. And put them in every inch of skin on your body.”

A little panicked, he did it anyway, moisturizing his arms, chest and legs except for the back since he couldn’t reach it.

“All of it.”

“Huh?”

“You still haven’t put some on your… well.” Some of the pink substance fell on the floor as he realized what the bastard was saying, hand absently gripping the tube of lotion a little too tight out of annoyance and anger. Sighing roughly under his breath, he squeezed some on his palm and paused in the middle of reaching down his cock before shaking off his head and finally doing it. He had never done that in all his life, so it was a little awkward doing it. Even lube, Sasuke was always top and he never asked to resign his position as the bottom since being bottom meant less work and more pleasure.

He was instructed next to wear the silk thong, grimacing as he held it in his thumb and forefinger. “How am I supposed to wear the fucking thing?” He thought aloud, causing for the man over the phone to chuckle.

“You put your right foot in, you put your left foot too and you pull it all to the top. You do the boogie woogie—” The man began to explain in a sing sang voice, a mock imitation of some kindergarten song that had Naruto hollering about him to stop.

“Turn your back on me.” Doing what he was instructed, he turned around. Bending a little so he could put his foot inside the loop and then his left. Displaying his ass thrown up high in the air for all the man to see. The naughty thong slowly slid up his legs to his thighs, the string slipping and disappearing in between firm mounds of flesh and Naruto squirming a little.

“Shit, why are these things so itchy?” Naruto whined turning to face the phone again so that he could put on the brassier next which he had a bit of difficulty too. The guy had a weird hobby. Next was the mini skirt, the red leather hugging the firm buttocks and defining thin hips as well as the slim waist when the top was slipped on.

“Now be a good girl and do your make up.”

“What!?” He shouted in dismay, voice echoing in the white tiled bathroom.

“You’re always working putting them on others, I was curious if you could do it to yourself.”

“What do you take me for!? A fucking mannequin!?” Just when Naruto was about to hurl the phone against the wall the image of the man’s pale hand went in front of the screen, holding out a slim case containing a cd, reminding the blonde of what the consequences would be should he up and refuse him.

Nearly stomping out of the bathroom he walked straight to his bedroom, cursing at the annoying itchiness on his ass the moment he got himself seated on the bed in front of a full size mirror that he dragged out of the bathroom with him. It had been so long since he put make up on himself, he was still in high school then and he had to put on one for the school play. He could still remember which part he played, he was Cinderella and Sasuke was the foot soldier. But he ended up kissing said foot soldier because of an accident, but Naruto thought otherwise.

The thought made him smile a little, the glossy red lipstick making his full lips pouty.

“Gorgeous.” But the memory crashed and shattered at the voice, his face twisting into an ugly grimace.

“Thanks.” He said dryly, putting all the cosmetics in his bag and kicking the said bag under the bed. The phone he placed atop the bedside table. He had already worn the heels, not even pausing to wonder how the man got the right size. He was medium height, hence the small shoe size and he was the sole proof defying the saying that men with big hands and feet have a big dick, because his limbs are all medium size and his manly pride certainly wasn’t.

“Turn around.” He stood up and obeyed. “And kneel on the bed.” He did with a little difficulty. He lay on all fours, hands clutching at the sheets feeling scrutinized as the leather mini skirt stretched and slid up his waist displaying his bare ass, the cheeks separating a little showing the thin string not enough to hide the puckered hole.

“You have smooth looking thighs, just imagine them being caressed by your lover’s hands all the way up to your adorable balls.” The words barely even registered in Naruto’s ears when he was introduced with a very attractive image on his head, he bit his lip, seeing himself on the glass floor to ceiling window separating his room and the balcony, the curtains pushed aside as he was ordered. It caused little shivers of lust up his spine, almost as if there was really a hand reaching out between his parted thighs, caressing the inner side of them and sliding up-up-up to cup his balls.

“His rough thumb pressing against that hole, stroking it up and down.” The voice took up another level, suddenly becoming tempting, seducing. Convincing for the image in his head to move. “Him kneeling behind you, breathing against that little hole, licking his lips dry…”

“Ah…” Naruto bit his lip, realizing how it had gotten to the point of his lips opening to let out that slutty noise. He blushed fiercely at the chuckle resounding in the room.

“You have a nice expression going on about there. That glass door is really something. I can see you everywhere… just to remind you. The phone is just for closer supervision. And it’s kinkier that way.”

“Sh-shut up.” The blush just intensified when he realized how the thought had made him slightly erect, the little cloth covering his cock getting slightly damp.

“Touch yourself.” The order sent the squinted eyes to snap wide open at the husky order.

“Come on, you know you want to. Why devoid yourself of such pleasure?”

“Don’t fuck with me—who—”

“Just imagine him fucking you with his fingers, long… and cold. I’m not asking you sweetheart, I’m telling you. I’m telling you to do something you want to do. I’m giving you a reason to open up… pleasure yourself.”

As if mocking him, the tube of cherry flavored lubricant and vibrator along with the butt plug lay innocently on one corner of the bed, well within his reach. He could feel his saliva pooling under his tongue inside his closed mouth and he gulped them down, wetting his dry throat.

“Now get them, little slut of mine.”

“I’m not your little slut.” Naruto said in unsuppressed contempt although he’d wished it came out harsher because it was so weak, as if the tone of voice he used was begging for that voice to order him around more. Shifting his weight in one hand, he grabbed the little toys from the corner of the bed, not knowing what to do with them. What to use first. That was answered by his stalker.

“Tell me Naruto. How would you have liked to do it if that vibe was Sasuke’s hand? Or his tongue?”

Naruto quietly picked on the oblong object the size of an overgrown thumb and flicked on the switch, pausing, he slowly reached behind him, the vibe in hand.

He let out a gasp, hot silken strands of pleasure shooting up his spine as he jerked up, body stilling as the vibe made first contact on the sensitive ring of muscles. He groaned, squeezing his eyes shut as he kneaded his hole in a light circular motion with the pink object. The vibration resonating against his body as if his veins were made of musical strings and it was being strummed with expert fingers. He pulled away, the vibe still switched on he licked on it, sucking and letting the vibe get wet from his tongue and drool escaping at the corner of his mouth as it vibrated against the pink organ before putting it back into the same position.

“Yess… that’s right. Sasuke’s tongue… imagine it teasing your little hole, round and round. Kneading your smooth thighs… biting on your cheeks, sucking on them. Hot breath against your slit. But then you wanted that tongue to do more don’t you? You want it to thrust in…” Naruto’s mind quickly drew a blank, his body responding for the man over the phone, his stalker as he pressed the vibe inside the hole slowly. He let out a guttural moan, Sasuke’s name coming out of his lips in a raw call as the vibe began to relax the tense ring of muscles, darting in and out at a shallow thrust, the vibe only going halfway.

“See, it’s twitching like it’s asking for more. It’s sucking Sasuke’s tongue inside. Like it wants something else. Something longer. Bigger. Hotter.” The sheets threatened to tear under Naruto’s fingers as his other free hand moved away from the twitching hole, eyes peeling open to reveal lust glazed blue as he blindly groped for the tube of lube.

He straightened a little, pouring a generous amount on his palm while the other was squeezing the tube before throwing it somewhere on the bed and kneeling on all fours again, thighs spread wider than earlier. He shifted his weight on one hand again while the other one with the lubricant reached behind him and slathered the hot pink gel all over his hole, some dripping down honey colored thighs.

The blonde hissed at the hot contact, imagining them to be Sasuke’s hand and saliva. And without any more instructions from the stalker, he pushed in his middle finger down to his knuckle, grunting at the invading feeling as his inner walls clamped down the slender digit.

“Sasuke’s pushing it in and out now, in a torturously slow pace… but you know you have to let him do as he wants… because you know there will be more in store for you.” The voice of his stalker acted like the devil in his mind, coaxing him to do everything, knowing it will reap rewards later.

And then he added another one, a wanton moan tearing out of his throat. He began to scissor his fingers inside him, stretching himself his hips thrusting back into the fingers fucking him from behind. He was groaning now, Sasuke’s name coming out of his mouth as his head slowly leaned against the mattress and his hips started to buck against the sheet, letting the almost painful friction of the cloths to rub at his cock still encased in the thong.

He then leaned his head completely on the mattress, facing the side so as not to smear the make up and thankful he used the one that was waterproof non-smear lipstick, his other hand reaching behind him as well as two fingers hooked on the thin string getting in the way of his thrusting fingers and pulling it to the side.

“Yes… that’s it. Thrust it in deeper. Loosen up your hungry hole.”

“Ah… FUCK!” He drew his blonde head back, three fingers thrusting deep down to its knuckles stretching him. He let his fingers curl and uncurl inside, twisting, blunt nails brushing the inner walls, brushing against the sensitive spot inside him.

“But your hole wants something else, don’t you think so too. Naruto? Now pull away like a good slut that you are…” As if that had brought some sense back to him he snapped his eyes open, almost wanting to beg the other man to let him come. But he still had his pride. And he still felt like a heel for letting some other man see this side of him. Sasuke hadn’t even seen him jerk off like this, not like he’d ever let him. Although his hole was saying otherwise.

Reluctantly, he pulled moist fingers out of his hole, nearly moaning, but biting back the longing for its loss of friction and movement inside him.

“You see that vibe there? Or are you already seeing spots?” Naruto wasn’t seeing spots, but he was trembling from the near orgasm and its painful suppression.

“I want you to turn it off,” He slowly did so with a moist hand. “And put it as deep as it can get inside you.” He blindly obeyed until half of the short pink cord had disappeared; if only to have his fingers go back inside. Maybe then his stalker would tell him to go on. “And that butt plug over there.” He glanced at the violet round object that was slightly smaller than a dildo, its length the size of a middle finger. “Put it in too.”

He winced slightly as he slowly pushed the round head inside him and then relaxed when the thickest part had passed and the rest slid in and disappeared. Swallowed by the moist ring of muscles.

“Now stand up and wipe yourself up.”

“Wha-what?” Naruto breathed, barely hearing the order.

“We’re going for a nice short trip.”

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After reapplying make up when he realized some had come off because of sweat, he made sure that his face had calmed down to a level of normality from its bright red blush earlier.

He locked his apartment, bowing his head slightly out of embarrassment as a pair of male teenagers probably just gone from clubbing whistled and did catcalls as they passed him. He gave them dirty looks indeed. Even he was surprised at how he looked the part of a strip dancer.

He brought his arms to his chest and rubbed them for comfort as he shivered in the night air, cursing for the fifth time ever since he’d gone out of his apartment as his hands quickly hooked on the metal rail of the stairs when he nearly tripped. He bit back a moan to escape him, the two toys shifting inside him to brush against sensitive walls. He was thankful it was dark, or those boys would have seen the slight bulge under the deceptive tight leather mini skirt suppressing his erection.

His phone was attached to the inner pocket of the furry white coat he was wearing, the headset secured in his ears as he called for a nearby cab. Glaring at the driver who looked him up and down with a very aroused look as he put both hands in front of his lap trying to pull down the skirt to hide his privates from his eyes as he stepped inside the cab.

Quickly his hands left his skirt, sliding up to show the higher part of his thighs as the hands came to cup his mouth. He bit his tongue, nearly drawing blood just to suppress himself from moaning as the movement of his body shoved the toys deeper inside him, brushing harder against his prostate.

“What club miss?” He barely heard the man’s gruff voice as the stalker’s voice over the headset overlapped with his.

“Tell him to take you to the nearest subway.” The stalker supplied.

“S-subway…” And the hands went quickly down exposed thighs, pulling down the skirt.

“Subway?” The man cocked a brow. “You sure miss? A person with your stature… in a subway. Although at this time of night it’s not that full, there are still some guys who… if you catch my drift.”

“Oh don’t worry… I’m not a black belt for nothing.” He gave a confident smirk, sending the man to turn to the front and shrug. And he was saying the truth. The pointy heels were another option too.

“I warned you.”

After that the stalker hung up, and the way to the subway was spent in him suppressing a groan every time the wheels passed a hump on the road or turned a little quicker than normal.

Getting to the nearest station, he paid for his ticket and went to stand by the area where the subway trains would stop. He’d taken them plenty times whenever he’d visit Sasuke. There were a lot of people along with him waiting considering that it was already two in the morning, boys bold enough casting him lusty grins and whistles while he received scathing glares from older women and possessive wives of the men throwing him lopsided smiles.

He brought an arm over his face as he blocked the wind swishing against his body brought by the impact of the train halting slowly in front of him, wishing for all the higher beings for the wig not to fall off, and silently thanking them when it didn’t. He chose to stay against the wall standing, not trusting the other passengers to keep their hands to himself, at least when he’s on a corner, his eyesight was limited to the side and the front one would have to be bold enough to molest him when he’s facing them.

He squinted then, daring for the smirking dark skinned muscular man inches taller than him to do anything.

“Hey babe.” His glare intensified but that glare was directed to no one present in particular as he pushed the button on the headset and cursed.

“Fucker. What?” The mechanical noises drowned his voice from the people with him except for the one over the phone, he leaned against the cold metal wall of the subway, eyes alert for the approaching men in his direction suddenly having an ill feeling inside him.

“How’s your trip going?”

“Oh, nice and enjoyable thank you very much.”

“You sounded sweeter back in your apartment.”

“Fuck you.”

“No, Uzumaki. Fuck YOU.”

“Let’s end this alre—” Suddenly Naruto stilled, his whole body tensing and grip on the round plastic handle attached to the ceiling of the subway tightening as he felt smooth cold hands caressing their way up the inners of his thighs. His free hand shot immediately to one thick wrist, blunt nails digging on the skin in warning.

He looked down, it was pale and long and clad in white medical gloves while the other was dark, broad and had thick fingers also wearing gloves. He squawked undignified as he was pulled close to one broad and muscular body, his ass cheek being cupped by a large hand and he gritted his teeth as he felt that one hand give his ass a firm squeeze.

He relinquished his hold on the handle, reaching behind him to pull on the wrist of that hand that was squeezing his ass like it owned it but then that slender pale hand moved up to squeeze the highest part of his inner thigh, the edge of that hand brushing against his balls followed by the other.

“If you still want your filthy hands intact with their sockets, let go. Otherwise I’ll have to rip them out and use them to shove it inside your empty heads!” Naruto hissed dangerously, cornered by the two his back hit the wall firmly as the two men clad in black trench coats and shades loomed over him and smirked.

“Tsk, tsk, Naruto. What did I say about being sociable?” His stalker said over the line, amused.

“You did this, bastard!?”

“Meet my two friends. B1 and B2.”

“Who are you humpty dumpty!?”

“Why don’t you introduce yourself to them too, Naruto?”

Naruto barely even heard the annoying voice, his attention too taken with preventing the gloved hands from having their way with his lower extremities but to no avail. Until the white skinned man pressed his side against the wall trapping his hand with a hand while the other did pretty much the same.

His right hand was held by the pale man’s right hand, the left one stroking the slit in between his ass, thighs trapping his thighs to separate. His left hand was held by the dark man’s right hand, the left lifting his skirt to his waist rubbing his bulging member.

“Ah—sto—” He gasped, the back of his head hitting the metal wall painfully as he drew his head back, squeezing his eyes shut as his sex was released from the confines of the thong being palmed by the dark man while the pale one inserted a finger in his hole, pushing the butt plug further inside and doing a circular motion with it. His body was blocked by the two tall broad men, like walls separating him away from the eyes of the other passengers. And he stifled a moan.

He panted hard, as the ball of orgasm that had dulled earlier suddenly weighed like a heavy ball at the pit of his groin as one smooth gloved thumb smeared precum on the crown of his cock, teasing the slit and then pumping his sex back and forth, squeezing in different strength at the base. Tears began to form at the corner of his eyes, and his mouth opened wide in a mute scream nearly choking him as the square switch of the vibe dangling from his hole with the cord was switched on and the finger teasing his hole pushed the butt plug just a little deeper.

The incoming moans were drowned by the train, and the more he was stroked to near edge the more he was quickly losing his mind. Sure that the sounds he was making was enough to amuse the man over the phone who was yet to hang up.

His eyes snapped open, not even realizing they had shut close when those caressing and stroking hands left as soon as they came, leaving him panting and silently begging them to continue. His cock now hard as ever was put back into the confines of his thong and the tight restricting leather mini skirt was slid back down to its proper place. His eyes went to search for the two men, in their distinguished clothes but they were gone as well. Soon the ringing sounds signaling for the train reaching its station echoed.

He was the last to leave the train, some mistaking him for a drunken prostitute by grimacing women while other men were tempted to give him a ride home by the way he was trying so hard to keep his knees straight and avoid them from crossing. He panted, hands planted on a random wall as he struggled to keep himself standing, the vibe pulsating inside him causing for him to shiver and tremble worsening the need for release.

“Aaahh…” Even the breath he was letting out was shaking, his vision was getting blurry and he was now seeing spots. Until they went completely black as he felt fabric touch his eyes and tightened around them.

Those hands fisted against the wall of a random alley that was lacking proper lighting in some area inside the stations, the place went quiet as the people went out and about their way getting home.

A warm hand closed around his wrist and he was turned around, back hitting the smooth wall as hot breath caressed his cheeks, followed by slightly rough tongue laving his cheek creating a wet trail down to the jaw to the crook of his neck. He let out a loud moan, a searing suck and grazing teeth attacking the pulse at the crook of his neck as the other free hand slid up the thin top pushing up the empty brassier to brush against the hard nub aching for attention.

“Ah!” He screamed as hot mouth closed in on one nipple, hard muscular body pressing against his.

A firm thigh kicked his legs apart, the unknown man’s own erection grounding against his own.

“Mmmn… ah… fuck…” He could feel the smirk against his skin as he bucked against the man plastering him against the wall, too tired to struggle, too roused to care. Still there was something dampening the white blindfold until it had started to fall past them and fall down moist cheeks as he gritted his teeth.

His body seemed to go along with the flow when that hand let go of his wrist. They quickly went to snake around the strong neck, smelling of spicy tobacco and sweat, along with a hint of perfume. He let his thighs be led to wrap around slender waist, firm calloused hands stroking his thighs up and down until they reached the skirt and pulled them up to his waist, a finger hooking around the string pulling them to the side and another two roughly pushing inside his loose hole to pull out the butt plug but letting the vibe remain.

A sweaty forehead leaned against the crook of his neck, feeling the harsh panting of his silent attacker.

And then he was soaring high up against the wall with a raw scream, a hard thick cock effortlessly pushing inside him, filling him with its hot throbbing length and the vibrating toy pushing deeper than it had earlier. Fingers dug against the smooth skin of his attacker’s back and thighs wrapped tighter around the waist, as hips bucked violently against him, practically slamming him against the wall as with every thrust he let out a cry of pleasure.

“Ah! Ah! Shit! Ah! Hard! Ah!”

And then that thick cock quickly slid out of him, his body being let go and nearly sliding down the dirty floor with jelly knees when he was roughly turned to face the wall and that cock slid inside of him with a much more violent intensity, so much that the foot flat against the floor was being constantly lifted and brought back down with every high thrust. The silent attacker grunted, continuing to thrust in uneven rhythms. Hand hooking at the back of a trembling knee to raise them up and against the wall.

And with a raw call of Sasuke’s name Naruto came hard, his sheath clamping down the still thrusting cock inside of him, his own erection squirting warm jets of liquid white every hammering rhythm to stain the wall and slide down the ground, making a small puddle of thick white.

The furry coat was pulled down to a bent elbow exposing moist shoulder and neck. With a hard bite along with a searing suck on a pulse, tongue pressing against the flesh in between teeth the silent attacker came inside him, hot liquid pulsing out repeatedly.

With a grunt the unknown man slid out of him and stumbled back to the opposite wall of the dark alley way panting barely able to stand up, he on the other hand nearly collapsed, barely registering the pain of knees dropping hard against cold floor as he knelt on all fours panting hard the same. The silent attacker’s hot cum flowing down shaking thighs.

The last thing his mind registered, was his weakened body being lifted up from the ground and his nose getting buried in a hard clothed chest enveloped in a familiar scent along with something warm covering his whole body.

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He smiled inwardly as he groaned, rolling to his side letting his face sink into the familiar essence of his lover on the soft pillow, curling under the comforts of warm thick blankets. He let out a sigh, hearing the sound of water hitting tiles echoing in the room.

Ah… this feels great. Although my body kinda feels tired… I wanna sleep s’more, do I have work today? Nah… I never skip work even for Sasuke… so if I’m with Sasuke then it means I don’t have wo—what the FUCK!?

Naruto quickly shot up to sit on the bed, quickly regretting the hasty movements as the dull pain on his head began to throb with intensity, his hand was already in the middle of caressing his aching head when it darted to his backside. Not knowing what ached more, his ass or his head.

He was thankful for the dark curtains of his lover’s suite as he started to realize where he was, who was on the other side of that glass bathroom door and paused.

“Wait… was that… all a dream?” He asked himself staring at his hands on his lap as he did so. And then something like a flashing sign at the corner of his eyes dragged him away from his hands and into the pile of clothes sitting on a high backed chair, the blonde long wig on top of it as if in mock, stiletto shoes placed neatly under it.

“Hey babe, you awake?” The bathroom door opened, and he slowly turned his head to stare at a smiling, satisfied and obviously pleased with himself Sasuke standing by the door in all his naked glory.

In other times Naruto would have been turned on by the mere fact that Sasuke was wet—and smiling, which was a rare action for the usually grouchy man.

His eyes arched, as a slow smile made its way on his face. “Hey… Sasuke.” He greeted back. He stood up slowly despite the heaviness of his body and the fact that he was naked, too.

“I was wondering when you’ll wake up.”

“Mmn… my head is killing me and I can’t remember anything. Did we go drink or something?” He asked in an innocent voice watching the man still for a moment before smirking.

“Yeah… you were really trashed last night.”

“I’m kind of hungry.”

“Oh, sure. There’s some on the microwave, want me to reheat it for you?”

“Yeah, make sure to put lots of food. I’m famished. I’ll just go and take a bath.” He said before kissing him chastely on the lips and walking past him to enter the bathroom.

“Hurry up.” He let out a yelp when a hand slapped his ass good-naturedly and he turned ever so slowly to smile back, his lover obviously too distracted and too happy to notice the slight shaking of his hands.

“Sure.”

In the bath he took his time savoring the large tub, soaking into the foam on top of the water and letting its scent relax his overly tense body but to no avail. He made sure he was really clean and by the time he finished, the smell of Chicken A La King and mushroom soup had his stomach grumbling in protest while he was starting to dress up, glad that he had clothes in there not wanting to borrow Sasuke’s.

When he went into the dining room Sasuke was already seated, complete with fruits and a bottle of champagne.

“You look so happy Sasuke, did anything good come up?” He asked smiling and suppressing the cry of pain that threatened to escape him when he slowly sat down, thankful the chair was cushioned.

“Hmm? Oh yeah…”

“A new project?” He took a large bite, barely chewing it before it went down his throat and was followed by another and another.

“No.” Sasuke on his part just ate calmly, watching with deep affection in his eyes his blonde lover eat vigorously.

“A new contract?”

“No.” Sasuke practically chirped the word out, looking very pleased with himself as his elbows propped on the table, he clasped his fingers settling his chin over them.

“A new hobby?” Naruto finished his second plate in ten minutes tops, hand snatching for a pitcher of juice not even bothering for a glass as he downed it all in one go, burping after. He didn’t wait for Sasuke to come up with an answer as he stood up from his seat, the man was obviously contemplating on answer.

“Hey, that was fast.” Sasuke didn’t finish his meal, standing up as well to follow the blonde walk across the living room back to his bedroom. The Cheshire grin displaying white even teeth enough to split his face in two.

“Say Sasuke?” Sasuke followed the blonde fuss over the bedroom, opening the closet he pulled out an empty duffel bag.

“Yeah?”

“Do you love me?”

“Dobe, should you still be asking that? We’ve already been dating for years after all.”

“Why?” The blonde asked, quickly pulling out several clothes neatly folded at the bottom of the ones in the hangers and stuffing them inside the duffel bag. Sasuke frowned at this, stepping behind the blonde.

“What are you doing?”

“So… Did you have a good laugh?” At that the cracking of the voice began to be noticed by the raven as he stared with dark eyes at the blonde’s back.

“What?”

“You’re really something huh. Really fooled me there… Sasuke.”

“Wha—oh… oh… shit Naruto…” Sasuke stumbled back, running a hand over his face as he heaved a panicked sigh. “Look I can explain.”

“I bet you enjoyed seeing me get scared like a girl like that huh.” The bag zipped close with a sharp sound, and Naruto quickly stood up, bag over his shoulder and stepped away from the closet leaving the bottom empty before closing it.

“I must congratulate you… out of all the pranks you got me in high school, this one’s the best…” He wiped his face with the back of his clothed arm, refusing to meet Sasuke’s eyes as the man speechlessly followed him around the room.

“Look, it’s not like that. I thought to spice up things a little bit. You know… we’re already an old couple so I guessed that…”

Sasuke trailed off, not knowing where to start and how to explain. He’d already practiced his speech lots of times, rolled up different kinds of scenarios in his brain preparing himself for the worst. But now, he couldn’t seem to move his mouth, his brain suddenly stopped functioning for some reason and all he could do was follow Naruto snatch every little thing and trinket that belonged to the blonde.

“Listen! I just wanted to try something different! Stop making a big fuss over it—hey put that down!” Sasuke hollered quickly losing his cool, pointing a finger to a picture of Naruto in high school, it was his most prized possession. Naruto quickly dismantled the picture frame and grabbed the photo stuffing it on his pocket, not letting Sasuke to pry his hands out of it. He never stayed in one place, making sure never to leave a single trace that they’d been together.

How could he have been so blind? Every time he switched phone numbers Sasuke and his co-workers were the only people he’d give it to, they knew he had a stalker save for Sasuke so they knew not to give his number to anyone else and he thought Sasuke would never give his number to anyone else, simply because he was Sasuke’s lover. All that time, he felt like such an idiot actually hiding it from Sasuke when the bastard himself was the blackmailer and stalker. He couldn’t remember the times when he would repeatedly apologize accusing someone out of nowhere because of frustration that people who didn’t know him better thought of him as crazy, he couldn’t even take a piss without looking scared that he’d end up holding back until he couldn’t take it anymore. The bastard didn’t know how to draw the line that even after being hospitalized for two days from over fatigue and depression because of his lack of sleep he continued to call and harass him.

And he loved the bastard.

The killing blow was—that even after realizing all those things, his love for him still didn’t lessen and remained.

Stupid heart!

He still wanted to believe that despite all the obvious proofs that Sasuke had nothing to do with it, he wanted Sasuke to deny it, to lie to him and just tell him that he saw him lying unconscious on the alleyway or some anonymous guy had called him, then he could still live with letting Sasuke off even though it terribly hurt. But the man never denied anything, the bastard really believed he could explain the reason behind it? There’s no reasonable explanation, just the plain desire to make use of his feelings to make fun of him.

“Fuck it Naruto! Stop being such a girly wuss!”

Sasuke nearly fell on his ass but quickly regained footing. The blonde suddenly stopped walking, nearly getting Sasuke who was frantically following him on every corner to collide with him and the raven fighting to stop himself before he did collide which he succeeded in doing.

Sasuke never knew it coming.

A shaking fist connected to his jaw, something cracking as it did.

His head snapped painfully to the right.

Body slamming hard on the floor and bouncing as if he landed on the mattress before he settled on a bloody heap on the floor. His nose bled down to his mouth, the side where his head had hit pavement already sporting a nasty bruise.

“BASTARD!”

Sasuke barely heard the broken name-call through the coughs, he heaved heavily trying to force back much needed air that was snatched out of him when his back slammed against the smooth cold floor. His body screamed with pain, humming mockingly on the surrounding areas as the initial pain burned on his face.

It was when his focus was starting to come back that he saw the tears forming at the corner of angered blue, teeth bare as the shoulders shook trying to heave huge lungful of air and fists clenched on the side. And Naruto thought, it was really worth it taking his time to eat.

“I was fucking scared!!!” Naruto’s voice trembled with every word. “Every time I get those horrible things from the office, do you realize how much I want to disappear!? I was so afraid! If maybe someone was watching me! I almost turned insane and you fucking laugh at me from the back!?”

“Nauo I…” Sasuke slurred, unable to speak with the blood on his nose making it hard for him to get the correct name out as he slowly sat up, hand caressing the jaw turning slightly violet.

“Every damn time! I think of how that person could endanger your career—destroy you! I never thought of myself—not even once! You were always the one who came first! And you do this! Did you realize how I felt like trash letting some unknown guy screw me while thinking of you!? How I felt guilty all over!? I did all those things—those—those disgusting things for you! I humiliated myself in front of those people! I let some bastards touch me! Degrade me in the middle of all those people thinking it was okay because it was for your sake! Or did you get off knowing that!?”

It was not enough, words were not enough to describe the fury in his chest. Any word is too small to contain all the hatred, and heartbreak he was feeling right then that even if he killed the Uchiha it wouldn’t be enough, the pain was so evident and inerasable that just looking at Sasuke was enough to send him shaking with immeasurable negative emotions.

Again, Sasuke tried to call out, hand steadily reaching for the blonde’s hand but Naruto inched away. Bitterness and resentment marring the beautiful androgynous face.

“So you think I’m boring? Oh yeah…” Naruto smiled bitterly, finding the gesture difficult to make when his lips were trembling uncontrollably but he managed to do so, almost perfectly. “I guess I’m just not good enough for THE Uchiha Sasuke huh.”

Naruto completely backed away from the raven’s reach, walking towards the hateful pile of clothes on the high backed chair to extract his wallet and phone before calmly retracing his steps towards the door of Sasuke’s bedroom.

“Naruto wait…” Sasuke’s throat hurt, his back and shoulder, his head hurt. But the fear of putting an ugly ending with his relationship with Naruto was greater than any physical pain. He picked himself up with as much hastiness as his injured body could, wanting to stop Naruto even if it meant him ending up in the hospital.

“Well guess what Uchiha.” The blonde spat the last word, looking over his shoulder with angry narrowed eyes. “You can have all the fun that you want. We’re through. Have fun and please… have the decency to never call me again.” The finality of those words hit him like a solid brick and Sasuke could only stare at Naruto’s back, body seemingly frozen as if his feet had been nailed on that one particular spot.

“Hello Sai?” Were the last words he heard from his now-former-lover.

And the door was closed in front of a one shocked, bloody and speechless Uchiha.

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Hurray! There’s no angst!

Guys… did you honestly think that a story by me would have no angst? Come on, I live for the word! This was my second fic that had me drooling all over the place. I can’t wait for Kurai to have a connection with the civilized world and read this, I am SO eager!!! Yay! I feel so dirty it’s criminal, my friends might hate me!

And so I am off to go to a wedding, the shoes are already looking at me like it wants to murder my innocent feet. Will I survive? Ugh… and the dress! THE dress! I never wear a dress! But I have to! WHY!? Okay dumb question, mostly because it’s a wedding? I’m so fluffy it hurts! And unfortunately, I don’t have the funds for the sex change so I’m still a girl that had to live with wearing a dress every time an occasion such as that happens.

So… there will be a second part in this but on a separate story, another oneshot sequel entitled ‘When I say’. What will become of Sasuke and his dislocated jaw? Of Naruto and his anger? Yes… yes… this only proves that dragons must not be angered. Because Sasuke is crunchy and taste good with ketchup.