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Pick up at the bar	By : Trollmia Category: Naruto AU/AR > General Views: 1177 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Pick up at the bar
- 2-Smutty Part
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This is a gift-fic for my lovely, cyber-dicked beauty
Dom and her friend ElfieRae.

Pick up at the bar

Another shitty week had ended.
�Thank the gods for that,� the young CEO thought as he drove through town.
He loved his job but hated his female co-workers. Slutty little bitches the lot
of them was. He snorted as he pushed the memory of them out of his head. He
didn�t want to think about them. It was weekend and he would enjoy it at his
villa at the beach.

But before he would head there he
decided he would stop at the next bar he saw. A beer and then he was good to go.
Perhaps pick up some groceries. But first a beer.

He found a cosy looking bar just at the
end of town and stopped his car, locked it and entered the pub. Inside you could
hear a low murmur from people talking and there were some music in the
background but it was just very faint. He smiled; he would try and remember this
place in the future. It looked like his kind of place.

The bartender gave him a questioning
look and the young CEO just smirked.

�I�ll have a Guiness please,� he said.

�Ohh, a sound like a true beer drinker,�
the bartender said with fake Irish accent.

A snort.

But he soon got his tar-like beer and
moved around to look at the people in the bar. It was mostly men of various
ages. Most looked rather shabby to speak the truth.

He had downed down half of his beer when
there whirlwind that rushed passed him.

�Asuma, give me something strong,� the
whirlwind said as it sat down just a few feet away from the CEO.

�Iruka, what�s the matter?� the
bartender asked as he poured the whirlwind a cup of lemon vodka.

The man downed it down and tapped the
cup again, silently telling the bartender to give him more, which he got. And
very soon that cup was empty as well.

�Iruka, tell me, what�s wrong?� the
bartender asked again as he gave the man a beer instead of hard liquor.

�That damn cop is the problem. He thinks
he can force me to give him a blow job by just being a cop.�

The CEO, named Uchiha Sasuke, blinked
and almost choked on his dark beer when he heard the whirlwind, obviously named
Iruka, blurted out such a thing.

�That is not good, Iruka,� the bartender
agreed.

�Well, next time he makes another lewd
suggestion I�m going to rip off his balls and fry them and then feed them to him
through his nostrils.�

Sasuke cringed hearing that and he
unconsciously cupped his treasures. But he also got a little bit more curious to
who this person was so he looked over his glass and took in the person next to
him.

Petite, that was Sasuke�s first
impression of the man next to him. Petite and a temperament to go with it.
Explosive really.

But the thing that really was
eye-catching with the man was not his hair, dark chocolate brown, nor was it his
dark brown eyes. It wasn�t his tanned skin either. No, it was a scar, a scar
that reached across his nose, very striking and Sasuke couldn�t help but wonder
what the man had gone through to get such a scar.

Sasuke could tell that this man was
quite the few years older than his own 22. But not by much. At most ten years he
would guess.

Yes, the young man had managed to get
the CEO post at a very young age, but then again, he was the heir to the
emporium his grandfather had founded. So not only was he very good looking, he
had the money to back it up with too. He frowned when an image of the girls at
his office licked the floor he walked upon, well it was almost literal.

He made a quiet snort as he shook his
black hair as if to rid himself of the images. He looked at his glass and
noticed it was empty. He snapped his fingers to get the bartender�s attention.

�Another one please,� Sasuke asked.

�Sure, one Guiness coming up.�

At this moment the whirlwind named Iruka
took a look at the young man next to him and he could almost feel his heart
stop.

It should be illegal to look that sexy.
Porcelain white skin, midnight black hair. Large hands, long fingers. Iruka
shivered. He got ideas on how those fingers could be used. Then he just closed
his eyes and forced the fantasies away. No, he was not ready to be with another
person again.

�Why not another one for him too?�
Sasuke said as he nodded towards Iruka. He knew that the older man had checked
him out.

�Sure,� the bartender said and poured
another beer for Iruka.

Sasuke noted a slight blush on the older
man�s face as he nodded a thanks to him.

30 minutes later they sat next to each
other, talking. Sasuke had gotten most of Iruka�s life displayed to him in
colourful words. Most of it consisted about hanging a certain ex-boyfriend, who
also was a cop, by the balls from a crane. And there was a lot more very
colourful descriptions on how to castrate that very cop too.

Sasuke felt a sting of jealousy as the
scar nosed man told him what good times he indeed had with the cop but that was
before Iruka had realized that he couldn�t keep his fingers from others, it
didn�t matter if it was woman or men.

Sasuke was careful not to drink too
much; he had still a drive home to do. But the older man next to him was getting
pretty plastered.

And clingy.

Sasuke could feel their legs rub against
each other as they sat there at the bar.

�It�s been awhile��
Sasuke thought as he watched the blushing man next to him.

So Sasuke decided right there to make
something of it.

�Can I drive you home?� Sasuke asked the
scar nosed Iruka.

�Yeah, that would be nice. I think I had
a little bit too much here,� Iruka answered and pointed shakily at the empty
beer glass.

�Come on, my car is outside,� Sasuke
said and grabbed hold of Iruka�s elbow and yanked him off the stool.

�Take care of him,� the bartender
shouted.

�I will.� Sasuke answered with a sincere
voice but he smirked as he opened the door end exited the bar.

Sasuke helped Iruka get into the car and
a few seconds later he was driving fast towards his beach house.

Iruka looked out the window and frowned.

�This is not the way to my home,� he mumbled but felt that he was too drunk and
too tired to give a shit at the moment.

A few minutes later he was asleep.

Sasuke smirked as he heard the long
snores coming from his passenger. And when he finally reached his beach house he
shook the tanned man awake.

Iruka blinked and swallowed as he
stepped out of the car.

�W-where am I? This is not where I
live!!� he said as he realized that he didn�t recognized where he was.

�I said I would drive you home. But I
never said I would drive you to your home,� Sasuke pointed out.
�This is where I live.�

Iruka just gaped. The house was located
just a few hundred feet from the ocean. Rocky cliffs surrounded a private beach
and a lush forest guarded the back of the house.

�It�s beautiful�. You really live here?�
Iruka asked.

�Yes, this is my place.�

And with that Sasuke grabbed hold of the
older man�s hand and pulled him up on the porch and with a few quick flicks with
his keys the door was opened and he led Iruka inside.

�Want something to drink?� Sasuke asked
but he could feel that he was getting closer and closer to his limit. The man
had teased him all evening with just being there and it was getting harder not
to just pounce the man, rip his close off and fuck that ass of his.

�J-just water please� Uhm� I think I�ve
had enough to drink for one evening.� Iruka�s soft voice answered. �Uhm� why did
you bring me here?�

Sasuke didn�t answer his question;
instead he just went to get Iruka a glass of water and a glass of whisky for
himself.

Why had he brought the man here?

�Well� to fuck him of course,�
Sasuke�s naughty side smirked. �To fuck the living daylight out of him.�

�Here,� Sasuke said and gave the glass
of water to Iruka.

�Thank you�� Iruka answered as he took
the glass. But before he took a sip he looked up at the handsome young man. �You
never answered my question � why did you bring me here?�

�Are you sure you want me to answer
that?� Sasuke said as he took a taste from his whisky.

Iruka blinked.

Sasuke leaned forward, their noses
almost touched.

�Couldn�t you tell at the bar already?�
Sasuke asked.

�W-what?�

�I want to fuck you.�

A needle would have made a thunder noise
if dropped.

T B C

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