Different Breed

Shining up his heeled boots, Naruto smirked as he zipped them up over the legs of his leather pants. The orange corset he wore was tight and the straps thin, showing anyone looking that, though he might have appeared a woman, he most definitely didn't have the chest of one. It was fine with Naruto, he simply liked women's clothes better than men's. He had no particular desire to become a woman anytime soon.

Running a hand through his downward spikes, red lips pushed up in a seductive smirk. He looked good, and he knew he looked good too. He shrugged on the leather jacket and headed downstairs, waving good bye to the family that lived underneath him and had always been kind to him. Sometimes he really hated living in apartments, but other times he wouldn't have it any other way.

The black and orange Harley caused his smirk to widen. He climbed on, pulling the brightly colored helmet over his head. Some people complained about his orange obsession, but it was just fine with him. Naruto loved the color, and so long as his lover had no problem with it, he couldn't care less what anyone said.

They've got shiny cars and polished nails
Yeah, those girls they've got everything right
They've got fancy clothes, perfect hair, steady lives
But I don't

Sasuke ran a hand through his hair, ignoring his parents' scolding. He was fifteen, soon to be sixteen, and had always been such a responsible boy. His mother couldn't figure out why her baby suddenly started sneaking out at night and his father demanded to know where he went.

He resisted the urge to snort at their pathetic excuse for worry. Mikoto loved her son, but only because Itachi left the family to be with his boyfriend after their father had a conniption fit upon discovering his oldest son's homosexuality. Sasuke couldn't care less, he knew his mother would forget him as soon as the new salon opened down the street, so long as his affairs stayed secret and didn't ruin the Uchiha name.

“You're leaving me with no choice!” Fugaku stated. Sasuke raised a brow in his father's direction, clearly disinterested in whatever “punishment” he would soon be dealt. “I'm taking away your car!”

Sasuke did snort then, a soft sound of little interest. He smirked when he noticed his father's face slowly turning red, obviously angry that Sasuke wasn't taking him seriously. But Sasuke did take him seriously, he just didn't care about the car.

At one time, the Uchiha knew he would have been flabbergasted his father would do such a thing. He knew his “friends” would be had they had their ridiculously expensive cars taken away, and they would probably be sympathetic to him when he returned to school and told them about it.

Sasuke didn't care though, he couldn't care. When he found out there was life outside his rich neighborhood, life that didn't come on a silver platter, and people who worked like dogs just to live like mice, Sasuke knew he could never turn back. Unlike most people, his parents in particular, who would scoff at menial labor and giving to charity for more than mere appearances sake, Sasuke took pleasure in the lower side of society. He wanted to help the people now that he knew they were suffering, had experienced it himself, even if his parents didn't know to what extent he'd “suffered” while away from home.

If he wanted to keep his car, he knew all he'd have to do was tell his parents he was sorry and ashamed of himself. He would not only keep his convertible, but probably earn himself a new present from his father. It wouldn't be a present out of love or pride, simply something to keep his son in line and possibly make him look like a truly caring father to the public. That was all the Uchiha clan cared about after all, publicity.

Fugaku stared at his son seriously for several minutes. Any second now, he knew Sasuke would crack and apologize. The boy couldn't live without his baby, he knew, and that was why he'd threatened it. However, when no apologies came forth, Fugaku began to question his son. Was he perhaps playing a battle of the wills? Did he not believe Fugaku incapable of such an act? Well, he'd certainly show the little brat who was lying!

“That's it!” he shouted, grabbing the car keys from the hook and dangling them in his son's face. “You can say goodbye to these little babies for quite a while!”

“How long is quite a while?” Sasuke deadpanned. Fugaku smirked pleasantly, which was a lot scarier than an unpleasant smirk from him, and pocketed the keys.

“A week.”

Sasuke made his eyes go wide, though inwardly he was laughing at his father's serious expression. A week? He couldn't believe he'd ever been so shallow that taking his car away for a week would bother him. He knew it had been that way once, that was why he felt so proud of himself for running away now. No longer did the materialistic items get to him the way they once had.

He'd changed, he'd fallen in love, and Sasuke couldn't be happier.

They're the first to send out thank you notes
They've got well kept homes to entertain
They'll do anything just to please you
But I won't

Naruto pulled up to the gates of the manor. He frowned when he saw the lights on inside, but shook away his worry when a familiar silhouette headed towards him. Sasuke smirked when he saw his lover, tinted helmet blocking his eyes from view – though, Sasuke doubted he could have seen them anyway on this dark night. He took the extra helmet offered to him, this one bluish-black, and climbed on behind him.

“So, why are the lights on?” Naruto asked as he started up the bike. Sasuke snorted contemptuously.

“Parents fear I'll ruin the good Uchiha reputation if anyone finds out the youngest son sneaks away to party at night. I wonder how they'd feel if they knew how the public really feels about them.”

“Hey, not everyone hates them...” Naruto reassured only half serious. “Just ninety-five percent of the country.”

“Comforting.” Sasuke said, but his words were lost on the wind as Naruto drove away in that second. He hung on tight, arms a little low on the waist for simple friends.

A smirk crossed his face under the dark helmet; this was all his, body, mind, soul, and heart. Every time he thought of it, a giddy feeling rushed through him. No girl, especially not that Haruno Sakura his parents wanted him to be seen with, made him feel like this. So content and complete, he felt like he could conquer the world. Sasuke idly wondered what his parents would have been like if they hadn't married for money and appearance, but for love like some people did. He bet his childhood – assuming they actually married each other – would have been a lot happier, and Itachi might have stayed, instead of running off like he did.

If these are the girls that you choose
What makes you think I'd be good for you

Can you tell me baby
What do you see in me
I'm a FAST RIDE I'm a crashing tide and
I'm crazy
Can you tell me baby
What do you see in me
You've loved a long line of consistency
I'm a different breed

They pulled to a stop at a gas station not too far from Sasuke's home. The Uchiha stepped off while Naruto removed his helmet. They smiled and shared a kiss, Naruto's hand, formerly reaching for the pump, moving to tangle in the raven locks.

A soft “ahem” caught their attention, and they pulled away. A blonde girl around Sasuke's age, eyes bright blue but not quite Naruto's shade, stared at the couple. Sasuke frowned and ran an agitated hand through his hair, glaring at the girl who interrupted them.

“Ino.”

“Sasuke-kun!” Ino greeted with a false smile, her eyes moving towards the leather-wearing girl next to him. The leather jacket was zipped up, but Ino felt sure the woman was flat-chested unlike her own well-endowed self. She couldn't understand why Sasuke would leave her for someone like this, but she kept her smile up anyhow. “Is this your new girlfriend?”

Naruto smiled mockingly at the girl, teeth glinting under the bright lighting of the gas machines. Ino backed away a few steps when she saw the girl's teeth were sharper than usual, but she quickly shook her fears away. Vampires didn't exist, the girl probably just needed to see a dentist.

“This is Naru-chan,” Sasuke introduced. He clearly didn't want to be around the girl any longer than necessary, but Ino didn't seem to take the hint. “Naru-chan, this is Yamanaka Ino.”

“It's nice to meet you, Naru-san,” Ino greeted brightly.

“Pleasure.”

Ino frowned at the poison dripping from the seemingly innocent word. Well, she couldn't blame the woman really. She had a body to die for, and the poor girl was as flat as a washboard. Even Sakura, Ino's rival and best friend, had a little more up top than this woman. She pushed aside the dangerous tone as jealousy and tilted her head slightly to imitate a regretful goodbye that everyone knew wasn't really regretful at all.

“Well, I must be going. It was nice seeing you again, Sasuke-kun. I'll see you at the party next week! Save me a dance.”

Naruto raised a brow and turned to Sasuke once the girl had left in her bright red sports car. “Girlfriend?”

“Ex.” Sasuke corrected quickly. He pulled Naruto back to him, moving to nip at his neck. “Bitch too.”

“Mm. I don't think she liked me very much.” The sound of snickering told Sasuke that Naruto couldn't care less what Ino thought about him. He smirked. That's why he loved Naruto, nobody's opinion mattered to him except those close to the blond. Sasuke was glad he was one of the few who did matter to Naruto.

“Good. I'd have to dump you if she did.”

They both laughed as Naruto filled up the tank and Sasuke paid with his credit card. His father never thought to confiscate that.

Every time you take me out boy
We see another girl whose held your hand
And she acts like she doesn't care with me
But I know..
She don't like the way I look on you
I make her nervous 'cause I don't fit in
With my deep brown eyes, cigarette, cowboy boots
I stand alone (alone-whoa)
Baby I wonder if you know what
You're getting yourself into

The place was packed and almost everyone was adorned in leather, denim, or lace. A few people even combined the three, along with vinyl and silk, to create clothing made for seduction and sex. His hand slid lower on Naruto's backside as Sasuke pulled off the white dress shirt he'd worn over his tight black AC/DC shirt with ripped sleeves. It felt good to be back in his own clothes, clothes he'd bought while with Naruto.

A few people greeted the couple, and they nodded in return. None of their close friends were here, but a familiar faces still existed within the crowd. Naruto grinned widely and drug Sasuke out to the dance floor, the two immediately beginning a grinding dance that was more sex than anything. Pale hands slid down to cup the leather-encased arse, and Sasuke felt himself harden at the knowledge it would be all his again tonight.

He somehow managed to wiggle his hand inside the tight pants, smirking when Naruto gasped as a finger entered him without warning. He growled playfully at Sasuke, ignoring the slight pain in favor of grinding against the finger toying with him back there. Sasuke knew how turned on he got from public displays of possible yaoi action, especially when he was acting as uke in said action.

The males gasped as their clothed erections rubbed together. Naruto moaned and leaned forward to bite at Sasuke's lobe, smirking when he heard the hitch in the younger male's breath. He loved being turned on, but he loved turning his lover on more.

Nobody noticed when the dancing became more of a humping session, probably because that was all it had really been before. In fact, that was about all any of the dancers were doing. Sasuke smirked. He would never get away with something like this at the parties his parents attended, nor could he at the country club. Sure, the daughters of famous men and women, as well as billionaires, eagerly spread their legs for him in private, but he preferred Naruto to them, and he could never touch them like that anyway. They were too disgustingly easy for such “sophisticated products of society”.

The movement grew more frantic, and Naruto clutched at Sasuke's shoulders. Nails dug into his skin, driving Sasuke crazy, and Naruto's head fell back as he came in his pants. He sighed blissfully, feeling Sasuke tense against him soon after. He leaned forward to lick at the Uchiha's neck, biting his lobe teasingly again and smirking when he felt Sasuke harden against his thigh not long after.

“Naughty Sasuke,” he whispered huskily, “making me come in my leather pants. Do you know how hard it is to get a stain out of leather?”

“Mm.” Sasuke brought his mouth to Naruto's in a steamy kiss. “You'll just have to punish me later.”

What? He had a thing for dominant uke! Well, he did so long as it wasn't too common an occurrence. Sasuke liked control most of the time. He was always seme though, that had long ago been established between the two.

“Sasuke...” Naruto murmured against his ear. Sasuke shivered at the pleasant feeling of hot breath against his skin.

“Hn?”

“What is it you see in me?” Naruto asked softly. Sasuke frowned.

“What do you mean?”

“You're used to dating girls like Ino, right?” Sasuke nodded against Naruto's neck, still groping his bottom though his hands no longer lingered inside the pants. “So, why choose me? I love leather, hate the government for the most part, love to party, drive a motorcycle, cross-dress...”

“And that's why I love you,” Sasuke reassured his lover. He smirked when Naruto looked at him uncertainly and fused their mouths together once again, this time gentler. “You're different from the others.”

Naruto allowed a sweet smile to cross his face. However, it quickly turned into a seductive smirk that caused Sasuke's pants to tighten even more and the raven to gulp nervously.

“What's say we go home, hm? I wanna punish you for ruining my pants.”

Can you tell me baby
What do you see in me
I'm a FAST RIDE I'm a crashing tide and
I'm crazy
Can you tell me baby
What do you see in me
You've loved a long line of consistency
I'm a different breed

Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa. whoa, whoa

The motorcycle raced towards the shabby apartment at speeds that, in any other place than downtown Konoha, would have sent the police after them and had the firetrucks looking for possible burning homes. People ran out of the way, cursing behind the couple on the bike, but neither particularly cared. They had more important things to worry about, like making it home, and fast.

Sasuke needed to be punished by his uke after all.

Can you tell me baby
What do you see in me
I'm a fast ride I'm a crashing tide and
I'm crazy
Can you tell me baby
What do you see in me
You've loved a long line of consistency
I'm a different breed

Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa. whoa, whoa

END