Down the Rabbit Hole and Back Again | By : PrplGrl Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1209 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Admitting Defeat, Part 1
Naruto casually walked down the stairs, hoping his dad would want to take them out to supper, when his eyes looked toward the front door. Blue orbs widened as he saw Shikamaru pinned to the wall with a dark haired man pressed up against him, their lips locked together in a bruising kiss. The blonde was at a loss for words as he watched, shocked, for a moment. It wasn’t until he saw the Nara bite down on the other man’s bottom lip hard enough to draw blood that knocked him out of his stupor.
Growling, the Uzumaki skipped the last of the stairs and grabbed the dark haired man’s shoulder, roughly pushing him away from his lover.
The man smirked, bringing a hand up to wipe away the blood from his chin.
Naruto turned to Shikamaru, who was panting and spitting crimson fluid from his mouth. “Are you all right, Shikamaru?” he asked, keeping a wary eye on the other man standing just a few feet away.
“I hope so,” the Nara whispered, stepping away from the wall to stand in front of the blonde. “Why are you really here, Itachi?”
The dark haired man chuckled. “Is it so hard to believe that I’m here to fetch you?”
Shikamaru glared daggers, silently threatening this man he once knew to stay away from him. “I don’t work for you anymore. It’s been three months; don’t you think that if I wanted to return to that empty life I would have by now?”
“Empty? If I’m not mistaken, wasn’t it this life you’re living now what you thought to be ‘empty?’”
The Nara closed his eyes and sighed, reaching behind him to grab Naruto’s hand and pulled him forward gently to stand beside him. He open dark, determined orbs and looked confidently at Itachi. “That was then, before…. Before I almost made a mistake that would have cost me my life. I now realize what I want and that there are people who really care about me. I don’t want that life anymore, Itachi. Please leave me be.”
The raven-haired man raised a dark eyebrow at the teen. “Sorry, kid,” he said smoothly, “but you don’t really get a say in this.” As soon as the words left his lips, the door burst open and two teenage boys walked into the house.
Shikamaru recognized both of them as entertainers who worked for the dark haired man standing before him. The red haired teen, named Gaara, and a slightly taller brunette, called Kankuro, came to stand behind the Nara and his lover. Their faces were emotionless and they crossed their arms in unison, reminding him for a brief moment that the two were brothers. He couldn’t remember how he’d found out about that; anything about the “other” life was strictly forbidden to speak of. Secrecy had been the name of the game.
‘Hold on,’ Shikamaru’s mind finally clicked. He turned his glare from the brothers to Itachi again, growing tired of his smug smirk. “How the hell did you find out where I live?”
The oldest of them lightly sighed, closing his eyes. “It was not easy. Do you know how many ‘Nara’s there are in the phonebook?”
“Cut the bull shit, Itachi! Did…” his eyes averted to the floor, voice softening, “did Sai tell you?” He heard a chuckle and raised his orbs again.
“No,” Itachi stated simply, “that little fucker refused to give any secrets about you, not even at the end.”
Shikamaru’s dark eyes widened at the statement. He took a few deep breaths and released Naruto’s hand, clutching it into a fist. “You… were there?” he growled.
“Of course. Who do you think it was who got Sai the drugs?”
The Nara gritted his teeth. This man was responsible. The pale teen he had grown to like had been taken away from him on purpose! He glared dangerously at the raven-haired man. “Murderer!!” he screamed, leaping toward him with a fist raised.
Before Shikamaru’s feet left the ground, Kankuro held him in a strong grip with his arms held tightly behind his back.
Naruto yelped in surprise as Gaara held him in a similar pose.
“Leave him alone!” the Nara shouted, trying desperately to get the slightly older teen to release him. “Naruto has nothing to do with this!”
“On the contrary,” a new voice said from the doorway, “Naruto has a lot to do with this situation.”
Shikamaru’s gaze whipped to the door; shock once again exposed on his features as he watched one very smug Sasuke Uchiha casually enter the house.
“Sasuke?!” Naruto squeaked; stopping the small battle he was having with the red haired teen he didn’t know. His blue eyes widened as his ex-boyfriend walked up to him, his smirk the same as the older man in the room. In fact, Naruto suddenly realized that the two looked an awful lot alike….
“I told you, Naruto,” the Uchiha teen said, crossing his arms, “all whores are good for is sex, and it can get them into a world of trouble.”
“You told Itachi where I live, bastard?!” Shikamaru shouted, still trying to lightly break free of Kankuro’s grasp.
Sasuke didn’t even turn to the Nara. “That’s right, whore. It was easy enough, especially since I knew you were coming over to… baby sit,” he responded, pointing at the blonde. “I just followed you from school, Naruto.”
The Uzumaki glared hotly at his ex. “Why?” he asked in a low growl. “Why would you do this, damn it!?”
The raven-haired teen gave the other a curious gaze. “Because nobody, and I mean nobody, breaks up with Sasuke Uchiha. Itachi asked me about the little whore over there and I decided to help him so you could see what kind of situations drug addicted prostitutes can get themselves into.” He leaned in close to the blonde, his lips barely touching the other’s. “I did this for you,” he whispered, “to give you a second chance, Naruto Uzumaki. Dump this low-life, two cent slut now and be mine once more.”
Shikamaru chuckled, gaining a glare from Sasuke. “From what I can see,” he said, a smirk pulling at his lips, “this ‘low-life, two cent slut’ is a step up from what Naruto did have.”
The Uchiha teen fumed, hands clutching tightly into fists and he stormed over to the Nara, slamming his knuckles into a cheekbone. “Shut your filthy, unworthy mouth, whore!”
He continued to smirk. “Sorry, but you aren’t this whore’s pimp.”
Sasuke hit him again in the jaw then the nose, pleased when blood splattered across his knuckles. He grabbed the Nara’s shirt and raised him so they were nose to nose, Kankuro still holding tightly onto his arms.
“I won’t allow a cheap, butt ugly slut make cracks at me, understand?” he spat.
Despite his jaw aching and blood dripping from his left nostril, Shikamaru smiled and looked into the Uchiha teen’s dark eyes. “If I’m so cheap and ugly, why would Itachi want me? You know, Sasuke, you really shouldn’t judge people before you know them.” As soon as the last word left his mouth, Shikamaru crushed his lips onto Sasuke’s, ignoring the blood leaking onto his tongue as he plunged passed the shocked teen’s parted lips.
Shikamaru went to work, using all his experience to delve the warm and wet cavern fully, his ego getting a large boost as the Uchiha teen began kissing back. He dominated the raven-hair’s tongue and lightly nipped at his lips as he slowly pulled away, granting him a small sound that he recognized as pleasure.
“See, Sasuke,” he whispered, licking up the trail of blood smeared above his lips and down his chin, “I’m worth a lot more than you can afford.”
Sasuke glared when the Nara moved away from his face and Shikamaru gave him a look of superiority. It only served to piss him off more and he punched the bleeding teen again in the face and once more in the stomach.
“Stop it, Sasuke!” Naruto cried, Gaara having a firm hold on him. “He can’t even defend himself! Please!”
The Uchiha teen didn’t look at the blonde as he landed another hit to Shikamaru’s abdomen.
Tears fell from big, blue eyes, his heart breaking with every punch. He knew how hard the raven-haired teen could hit from experience, and he’d finally had enough. “All right, Sasuke! I’ll do it!”
Sasuke stopped mid punch and looked over at the crying blonde. He walked away from the Nara, who was doubled over, coughing and had a large cut on his lip.
“You’ll do what, Naruto?” the Uchiha teen asked, standing before the blonde.
“No, Naruto!” Shikamaru wheezed, trying to see straight. He had the feeling one of his eyes was going to be black tomorrow.
Naruto sniffed and blinked back more tears from hearing his lover sound broken. “I… I’ll leave Shikamaru… and date you.”
Sasuke smirked again, but his victory was cut short as Itachi walked up behind him.
“Sorry, Sasuke, but Naruto can’t do that,” he stated, amusement flashing in his otherwise emotionless orbs.
Dark eyes whipped to the slightly taller man, glaring angrily. “Why the hell not?” he hissed. “You told me I could—”
“My orders are much more important than your needs, little brother,” Itachi interrupted, voice cold and final. “I was told to bring the Pleaser in by any means necessary, and it appears I will need the blonde one as well.” He gave a small nod, while Sasuke glared at the floor and crossed his arms.
Gaara and Kankuro held their captives tighter and reached into their pockets, each retrieving a handkerchief.
Shikamaru knew what was coming and held his breath as the cloth was placed over his nose and mouth, trying to ignore the sharp stinging on his damaged lip. He watched as Naruto fought for a moment before he stilled, blue eyes fluttering closed and he went limp against Gaara.
The Nara’s fury boiled just below his skin as he glared at Itachi. How dare he get Naruto involved! The blonde had absolutely nothing to do with his past as an entertainer! He was going to voice his thoughts, but forgot about the cloth over his face and breathed it in deeply. Within moments, his eyelids became heavy and his knees buckled, the last thing he saw was his lover’s sleeping form and a rare smile slide onto Itachi’s face.
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