Foxtrap

AN: apologies for the lame writing. I had fun thinking this up and that's about all there is to it...


They were playing at him being captured, so Sasuke was wearing his Atakuski robe. Naruto didn't like it, the sight of the red clouds and what they'd once stood for, but there wasn't anything he could do about it when Sakura had said this was what she wanted.

For their anniversary.

And also because there wasn't anything he could do about it now.

The arm binder was ridiculously hot and tight, uncomfortable in many ways, his skin already starting to slick with sweat. The unyielding leather pulled his shoulders back to the point of painfulness, puffing his chest out even with thick straps crossing over and around his torso.

"Don't you think this is overkill, asshole?" he griped, but as he'd expected, Sasuke didn't so much as flick him a glance.

He and Sakura had decided to leave the preparations up to Sasuke, so everything that was going to happen to him would be a surprise. But now he was starting to sweat that decision, literally.

Did he mention, he was naked? Yeah, he was naked, and it was getting darker and colder outside.

Sasuke had started by ordering (he never asked) him to strip, after which he'd been pushed down onto his knees and then his ass on a cold, stretcher-like board. He'd have been more creeped out, except the board was fatter and shorter than it's medical equivalent, so mostly he'd just been confused and a little curious. But now even that was starting to become clear to him.

They were playing at him being captured, so the board was meant for transportation, yes, as he'd first suspected. Only this wasn't going to be a comfortable move.

"Did anyone consider how I'm going to feel during all of this?"

At first he'd helped with the process, buckling the thick leather straps, comfortably across his thighs, just above his knees in a frog-legged position as Sasuke had locked matching black leather cuffs around each ankle. Then came another set of straps higher up his thighs, looping through the ankle cuffs and chaffing notably close to his groin.

Naruto had thought, Well this should be interesting.

But it didn't feel weird and interesting anymore, it felt unbearably tight now that they'd both wriggled him into the restrictive armsleeve. And to add insult, Sasuke had gone back and buckled the straps on his thighs a hole tighter each. Probably out of spite.

"Teme," he seethed, irritated and also excited for the unknown to come, his heart hammering low and fast in his chest.

"Tch." Sasuke reached around and tweaked a nipple between calloused fingers, causing Naruto to hiss and jerk in place. He hid his smirk against Naruto's shoulder, pleased at how the restraints held up.

"What the fuck was that for?" Naruto swore, though he already knew.

Sasuke didn't answer him further, instead gripping a fistful of Naruto's hair and yanking his head back. Naruto's pulse quickened and he made a noise like an, "Aah," which was exactly Sasuke's intent--he used the split-second parting of lips to fill Naruto's mouth before he could further protest.

Of course, it didn't stop Naruto from trying.

He should have known something like that would have been coming next, but it always irritated him the way Sasuke made a show with his force, man-handling Naruto now when he was already a willing victim. It was unnecessary, and he suspected Sasuke secretly enjoyed any suffering he was able to inflict.

His face burned with his embarrassment and anger, and he could see that Sasuke was enjoying it.

This was the first time they'd used something like this--it was hard not to choke or drool, the penis-gag feeling huge and rubbery between his teeth, as if it filled his whole mouth, stretching his jaws and pressing his tongue useless. He wanted to ask if it was because Sakura wasn't here. Was that why? Was Sasuke doing it just to get a rise out of him, or had Sasuke fantasized about shoving his mouth full of cock before? They'd never gotten that far, only light instances of touching each other when they'd both finally gotten used to being naked and together with Sakura.

He tried to roll his tongue and made a series of unhappy noises, but they were muffled against the panel pressed taut over his lips.

Naruto narrowed his eyes. Which one of them was it that had decided they didn't need a stupid safeword for this? Oh, right, that had been him...

Sasuke wrapped some thinner straps around his stomach and arms; they were probably just for show at this point, and Naruto started wondering what would happen if he had to take a piss before all of this was over or if he really did start to gag on the damn thing locked in his mouth.

He shot Sasuke a look as if in question, but by that point his teammate was too lost in his work, finishing up and taking a hold of Naruto at the small of his back and shoulders, tipping him backwards to lower him to the stretcher.

Naruto grunted in surprise and resisted. No. There was no way he was that flexible. He strained and bucked but eventually, he ended up arched on his back and panting, face squinted in pain.

He shook his head, no, but Sasuke reprimanded lightly, "It's not gonna be that long, Scaredy-cat."

He tried to sit but found it impossible from the way his lower arms and hands were trapped under his hips and ass. Well, that was alarming. Before he could try again, Sasuke had planted a hand in the center of his chest.

"Ahn. Uhn." He made more noises. His thighs were gonna start burning. And the pressure on the joints in his knees and ankles...

Sasuke's hand strayed to the same nipple as before and Naruto shut-it, immediately silent, but the look on his face said he was thinking worse than he'd been trying to say before.

A few clicks and he was hooked properly to the board for transportation even if he wasn't gonna be going anywhere because they were all just pretending.

It was stupid, but it wasn't up to him.

Just when Naruto started to wonder what was taking Sakura so long, Sasuke knelt between his spread legs and as if momentarily bowing for prayer, produced a slender, rounded device with a flared out bottom from the folds his sleeves. At first Naruto thought it was one of Sakura's tampons or something, face twisted with confusion, but then Sasuke flicked a switch and it whirled to life.

Naruto panted and jerked and chomped at his gag, trying to express to Sasuke how much he'd kill him if that thing so much as came near his ass--

He tipped his head back, eyes searching frantically for their other teammate, a desperate moan escaping his throat when he felt Sasuke's jelly-slicked fingers, probing in places they should never touch. He was violating the trust they'd built--the bastard--he was doing this on purpose.

The vibrating of the little device sounded thunderous to Naruto's ears. It was growing closer. Sweat beaded down his face.

"Don't clench on purpose," Sasuke chided him.

It wasn't a request, it was the only warning he was gonna get. He had to try to force himself to relax.

Naruto choked and groaned, his ass burning and feeling weird and good all at the same time. It made him squirmy, and it was embarrassing. The sound of the vibrations ceased when the tiny toy disappeared inside of him, but he could feel the ever-buzzing.

Sasuke waved a thin remote in the air, no more than the length of his palm. "If you do anything but make Sakura swoon, I'm going to change the settings, like this."

Naruto bucked and cried, unable to stop the convulsions. He craned his neck to look down the length of his body, incredulous that his cock was swollen and throbbing.

"Guh."

"Understand, usuratonkachi?"

Sasuke eased the setting once more, and just then Sakura arrived, panting and red-faced as if she'd run the whole way. Some birds took off overhead, startled from the underbrush by her footsteps. Naruto hoped there were no Anbu watching them. It'd be too embarrassing.

"Naruto!" She didn't look alarmed like she should have; she was trying not to smile. "Are you-are you okay?"

He moaned pitifully, wondering how he'd ever been talked into this. If only she knew, he thought. And then he felt shameful, wondering if she'd think he'd asked for it, that he'd wanted a cock shoved in his mouth and ass. He could feel the heat burning up his face and chest, the tips of his ears scarlet red.

But, she wasn't even paying attention to him anymore.

"Sasuke-kun."

"You can't stop me."

It was like a bad roleplay considering they'd all been fucking for months.

"Watch me." She didn't sound determined so much as breathy.

There was some scuffling, and Sakura ended up topless, in only her best red lingerie bra. Sasuke "forced" the kunai out of her hand and appeared to twist her arms behind her back. Not even a hint of pain registered on Sakura's brow.

So much gentler on her, Naruto thought with a frown to the unfairness of it all.

And then suddenly Sakura was on top of him, forced onto her knees where she squished and panted against his tummy, his erection trapped between both of their bare skin. Her hands were on either side of his hips, her breasts threatening to spill out onto his chest, and he couldn't take it, the thought that this close she would hear the thing humming incessantly inside of him, so he writhed, eyes pleading with her for forgiveness or mercy or just physical release, anything other than what was currently happening.

"Hmmmn!"

"Oh, come on. You'll get yours soon, fox-face," she whispered to him with a wink, biting playfully at his abs while Sasuke ripped her skirt away, and she moaned and shrieked. "How could you?" she cried. "I thought you loved us, Sasuke-kun!"

He huffed, "Hmph. I broke those bonds long ago." And it sounded scarily real, except that he was brushing Sakura's spine in such a loving way, and it was the same lie he'd always told, now or then, which meant it had always, always been a lie.

He loved them. He had to.

Sakura seemed oblivious to the racing of Naruto's chest--she was too busy having her undergarments stripped away--but she did her best to give him attention, fingers feathering his hip, lips kissing the length of his erection. He thought he would burst before she pulled away, and he realized then that Sasuke had lost his Akatsuki robe and had had no clothes on underneath. He was pawing at Sakura's breasts and biting her neck and shoulders, possessive as always, and again Naruto thought it wasn't fair but Sakura had wanted him to be the one captive, and then he realized that as part of the play Sasuke was going to take Sakura right in front of him while he was helpless but to watch.

Naruto felt angry and also excited again, the feelings too conflicting for him, but Sakura was enjoying herself, and what could he do, anyway? He couldn't--he couldn't do anything.

And as if in response that bastard turned the vibrations up at that moment. Naruto ended up thrashing, stomach muscles clenching and bunching beneath his tan skin, but Sakura wasn't alarmed--rather, she seemed to enjoy it. Her response caused an adverse reaction in Naruto, and he ended up whimpering for her, desperate to see her body react to him rather than Sasuke.

Sakura-chan.

He couldn't even murmur her name. He felt pathetic, tied down in such a way, but she loved him regardless, was kissing and licking his body in rhythm even as Sasuke bumped her from behind.

He came without her even touching his erection, to the sight of her breasts bouncing over him, the pressure having built up too much inside of him, and that was embarrassing, too. He came shuddering and would have cried, but was too muffled to get the proper sounds out. Whatever whimpering he could have made was drowned out by Sakura's heady moans anyway.

Afterwards, he remembered to be angry when the boneless feeling in his body began to ebb away and he realized he was slowly becoming hard again. The buzzing inside of him had taken on a strange pulsing pattern, and it was starting to make his cock twitch.

No.

But he couldn't stop the way it affected his body, and Sakura misunderstanding, was quick to help him along, pumping his new arousal and licking the sticky ejaculate from her fingers. Stupidly, he nodded his head at her touch, pleading in his encouragement for her to pleasure him. He wanted it to stop, he wanted to be set free, but more than that he wanted to be a part of this and to be loved by the both of them.

Sakura was finished, collapsing on top of him in a heap of heat and sweat and sex, and she told him exactly what he wanted to hear. "I love you," she breathed, "both of you. Very much."

Then she rolled off of him, and Sasuke unhooked him from the board so that she could help him sit up. He groaned at being moved, but as soon as he was back up it felt better. Some feeling was restored to his legs. He wriggled his ass, finding it hard to hold himself still against the toy's pulsonic waves.

"I really love it when you look like this. I love it that you do stuff like this for me," Sakura breathed in his ear, arms wrapping around his chest in a possessive hug from behind.

He didn't know how to take it, that she liked him like this, but he blushed happily at her praise like an idiot regardless.

She was gentle as she unbuckled the straps behind his head and eased his gag free--the surprise at the type and length written all over her face.

Immediately, even though it ached to talk, he snapped, "Did you know he was gonna use one of those?" Then looking at Sasuke, he growled, "Teme, I'm gonna kill you for that prank."

Sakura laughed at his outburst but kissed his cheek in apology. Her other hand stroked his whisker-scars in what she knew was a soothing gesture for him. "It's okay," she calmed him. "I'm sure Sasuke-kun will make it up to you."

He lulled momentarily, but he wasn't happy about it. Sasuke hadn't turned the toy off yet.

"Naruto." Her single word pulled his attention back. "You've been really good this whole time, so it's your turn now. Do you want me to have sex with you, or do you want Sasuke to make up with you? Sasuke-kun can suck you off." The last line she said as if she were issuing a challenge, but the Uchiha didn't so much as glare at her. It seemed that when he'd said he was gonna go along with whatever Sakura wanted for the special night, he'd meant it.

Naruto wanted to ask why he couldn't have sex with her, not the other way around, but he bit his tongue. He agreed to this as part of Sakura's fantasy just like Sasuke had, so he wanted to honor it. And plus, he got to have sex with her the way he wanted most nights of the week. He didn't want her to think he was being a baby on their first team seven reunion anniversary.

It seemed tonight was going to be a first for a lot of things. He felt suddenly shy, asking for what he wanted, but it was an odd emotion for him, so after only a moment's struggle he spit it out: "Sasuke."

He glared at his dark-haired teammate, defiant and attracted and spiteful. Served him right, having to clean up the mess he'd caused.

Sakura 'ooh'-ed, obviously liking his choice, eager to watch the boys as she supported Naruto from behind. She nibbled and licked at his ear, and he had to ask her to stop for fear that he'd orgasm again before Sasuke could touch him. Damn toy, making him look like he had no self-control.

Sasuke frowned. One word, "Fine," and then he was bent over in a broad-shouldered arc, hot mouth swallowing Naruto whole as if he'd literally eat him.

Naruto bucked into his mouth, not by choice, but later he decided he liked it and kept it up, until Sasuke planted his hands on his hips to hold him still.

"Don't stop me, jackass." He squirmed.

Sakura pinched a nipple, and he wondered what it was with them. But the way Sakura twisted each, alternating, was more pleasurable than painful, so he didn't complain.

Sasuke needed to learn a thing or two about giving head from Sakura. That's all he was saying, anyway. But every time he tried to get the insult out, he gasped, a new level closer to climax.

"Too fast," he finally hissed.

He was scowling and grunting, and Sakura seemed to love it, rubbing herself against him from behind, which only brought him that much closer to the edge. Sasuke barely made any noises at all, but that wasn't surprising.

Only sometimes could they get Sasuke to pant and groan.

Finally it was upon him, so hard he literally shot into the back of Sasuke's mouth (for which he grinned with a deep self-satisfaction even as he collapsed, spent against Sakura's front).

"That was too much for a first time," he complained to both of them as he was delicately extracted from his binds. He stood and hobbled a little, stiff and aching with red marks all over his skin, and dying to rip that fucking toy out that was still grinding silently inside of him. "I've gotta go take a piss."

Sakura shrugged, and Sasuke only smiled.