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Taboo Night Club	By : dablackstallion Category: Naruto Crossovers > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 8394 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Michael sat there in the chair, his black shirt covered in his and Sasuke's cum. Sweat dripped down his forehead as he recovered from his orgasm, his black bangs sticking to his face. As he breathed in through his noise, he would be overwhelmed by the intense scent of male adolescence. The musk, the sweat, the jizz. It was all mixing together and invading his nostrils. Michael thought he'd find that smell revolting, like he did earlier in the gym. However, he kept breathing it in. It seemed to travel through his body, heating him up, especially between his legs as his cock began to stir again after just having climaxed thanks to Kiba and Sasuke.

Looking around, the other boys were still going at it. Link had turned Naruto around and was now fucking him softly against the wall. Ben, Genis and Kai were now naked and writhing against each other on the couch, each boy reaching for another's cock as they made out. Sokka and his friends were bending the raven-haired teen and the younger, green-haired male over to fuck them. It was an orgy, and it all seemed so normal to them.

He needed to get out of here. He could feel his mind becoming more and more clouded as the idea of working here permanently became more appealing. He needed to clear his head and think about what he was doing here. Michael got up, stuffed his semi-erect cock back into his jeans and exited the room, not caring that he had jizz stains on his shirt.

He couldn't escape it.

As he stepped out into the hallway, he would see more action going on. Right beside the break room door was a naked Red, or rather Jake. The Asian teen was very well endowed, similar in size to Sokka, which was not what he was expecting given the stereotype he heard about Asians. In front of him was a tanned teen with short, brown hair and a very lithe, muscular figure.

“Fuck, Rai. Might just blow my load in your mouth.” Jake moaned.

“If you do that, you better bet that I get to do it to you after.” Rai told him as he went further down Jake's cock, prompting the Asian teen to push down on the back of Rai's head, groaning loudly.

Further down the hall from them, near the office, Michael could see a man who was older than most of the teens here who he figured to be about college-aged. He had short, black hair that was spiked upwards with a small bang over his left eye. In front of him he had two younger boys. One had black hair that seemed to spike outwards in many different directions and the other boy had short, lavender hair. The younger boys were on the older male's cock. The black-haired one sucked on the head of his cock while the lavender-haired one ran his tongue along his nuts.

“You two are getting much better at this.” The older male said.

“Thanks big bro! Trunks and I have been practicing with each other a lot.” The black-haired male said.

Michael was shocked. That younger boy was his younger brother? Why would he ever allow him to do something so sexual with him? Michael could never imagine doing anything sexual with anyone he was related to. He didn't have any siblings, but that didn't change the fact that he thought it was wrong to take advantage of his younger brother like that.

Yet, his body seemed to think the opposite. His was raging hard in his pants right now and doing his best not to address the growing pain in his jeans. His body wanted him to touch it, but he knew he needed to get out of here. So, Michael turned right and headed into the locker room so he could go outside and get some fresh air. When he opened the door, he was immediately greeted with the sound of loud groaning. It sounded like someone was getting murdered. From what Michael could see, that was partially true.

Standing just feet away from the door was Kiba, who was completely naked. In front of him, he had someone bent over. Michael couldn't see his face because his face was pointed towards the floor. All he could tell was that the boy had spiky, blonde hair. Kiba was ramming his ass hard, each thrust making the boy cry out as he jolted forward. If Kiba wasn't gripping his hips, the boy would have surely fallen off his cock by now.

Suddenly, Kiba let out a loud growl. He pulled out of the other teen and threw him up against the locker face first, only to rush after him, pressing the poor teen against the lockers, sandwiching him between the lockers and his big, burly body. He roughly shoved his cock back into the boy's ass and continued to pound away from him. The sound of their love making grew louder and louder as Kiba slammed the boy into the lockers with each thrust.

“Shit Alpha!” The blonde cried out, his head turning towards Michael, allowing him to get a better look. Michael noticed that the boy had a very “mean” face, the focal point of which would be his red eyes. The lower part of his face was covered in drool and saliva, and Michael could see several bite marks along his neck from where he stood.

“God. I fucking love breeding your tight pussy the most.” Kiba growled at him before biting down on his neck, making the blonde groan. “Open your mouth for me.” Kiba commanded, and the blonde obliged, opening his mouth for the tattooed teen. Kiba leaned in over his shoulders and shoved his tongue into the other's mouth. Soon, his lips closed around the blonde's as they starting making out. Michael wanted to look away, but he couldn't. He stared at them, watching Kiba's massive cock slide in and out of the blonde's ass with such force and surprising ease.

When he finally pulled his eyes away, he closed the door and headed through the curtains onto the club floor. Taking a deep breath, the black-haired teen walked through the empty floor, looking around at the large stage and the cushy booths that littered the floor. What was he thinking when he followed Sokka in here? He had a pretty good idea what they did here, but he still followed him. Was he really that desperate for money? He was doing pretty well pickpocketing at the mall.

Maybe...maybe there was another reason he felt so compelled to follow Sokka.

Michael tool a seat on the edge of the stage. He looked down to see the tent in his jeans. He couldn't deny that he wasn't turned on by what he saw backstage. Who wouldn't be turned on in this kind of environment? He ran a hand over his bulge, making him wince a bit. He hated how unbelievably hard he was. It was making it so difficult to figure out why he was truly here.

“New houses, huh?” A voice said from the entrance. Michael looked up to see a group of older males walk onto the floor. There were five of them. The most notable of them was tall and had long, white hair. He wore a red armless shirt and a pair of red jogging pants. He was built like a brick house, his biceps thicker than some tree trunks that Michael had seen. He also had canine-like features similar to Kiba.

The second was a black male with a shaved head. He was just barely shorter than the white-haired male and a bit less muscular, but still very impressive. He wore a black, armless shirt and some black jogging pants as well. From afar, Michael could tell that he was the strong, silent type.

The third male was short and rather effeminate looking. He had long, red hair and wore a pink vest on top of a black tank top. His arms were slender, but still had a bit of muscle definition to it. On the bottom, he wore a pair of white harem pants that clearly showed off his tiny waist and large rear. He seemed to have a constant smirk on his lips and mischievous look in his eyes.

Next to him was a brunette with short hair parted to the who had his arm wrapped around the effeminate redhead. He was a bit more dressed than the others, but it was still obvious that he was in great shape, his abs and biceps very clearly showing through the navy blue long sleeved shirt that he had on. On top of that shirt, he wore a lighter blue shirt with a band logo on it. He had jeans on that fit his body well.

Finally, there was the older male that drew Michael's attention. He was in the middle of the group as they walked into the club. He was tall, had short, black hair that was neatly parted in the middle, with bangs that neatly framed his fair face. He wore a simple black shirt tucked into some jeans, his chiselled body very visible through the thin fabric of the shirt. It wasn't his body that drew Michael's eye though. Just from looking at him, Michael could tell that this guy was...something else. He seemed charming, kind and most importantly, mature. It was a lot to assume just from a first look, but his body language gave off a confident, responsible vibe that was really resonating with Michael.

“So we're going to have to break up the dream team.” The brunette said.

“Unfortunately.” The responsible teen replied. “But it's for a good cause. Asuma and Kakashi will be splitting us up to room with the younger guys so we can teach them and guide them. You know how they preach about being a family. Well, they want us to be more like big brothers to them.”

“Big brothers?” The brunette asked.

“We are the oldest and most experienced dancers.” The black teen said.

“Oh god. We're getting so old.” The brunette replied.

“Speak for yourself. I'll always be young.” The redhead said. The brunette smiled as he leaned in and kissed him quickly.

“I better get some boys who know how to handle themselves. I ain't gonna be picking up after no one.” The white-haired male said.

“I'm sure Asuma and Kakashi have thought about our personal preferences when putting together the houses.” The responsible teen said as he looked over at the stage, noticing an unfamiliar Michael sitting on it. “Hey there. I don't believe we've met. Are you new here?” He asked as the group of older males walked over to him.

“Yeah.” Michael replied. “I'm working security tonight. I'm Michael.” He said, extending his hand to the male in the middle.

“I'm Tim.” He said as he shook Michael's hand. “This is Bobby, Zelos, Jackson and Inuyasha.” He said as he pointed to the brunette, redhead, black teen and the white-haired male. Michael didn't bother to shake all of their hands, opting to just give them all a wave. From this close, Michael could see a massive outline in Inuyasha's jogging pants, which started to get his hormones racing again. “We'll be working security with you.” Tim told him. He took a closer look at Michael and saw the stains on his shirt and obvious erection in his jeans, making Tim chuckle a bit. “Has anyone shown you around yet?”

“Yeah. Genis gave me a run down.”

“Cool.” Tim replied as he looked at Michael. The teen seemed unlike any other new recruit that Asuma and Kakashi had found. Usually, boys on their first days were excited or nervous. Michael seemed to be more confused and contemplative than others. “Hey. You guys go on ahead. I'll be right in.” Tim said to his friends.

“Don't be too long! You know I can't miss out on the infamous Tim Drake striptease.” Zelos said, prompting Tim to swat his ass playfully as the rest of the older males stepped through the black curtains. Tim hopped up on the edge of the stage next to Michael.

“Everything alright?” He asked. Michael was a bit thrown off. He had barely known Tim for a minute and the older male was already showing concern for him.

“Yeah. Just a bit taken back by everything here.” Michael told him.

“It is a very different atmosphere than most are used to.” Tim said with a chuckle. “I can see you were acquainting yourself with some of the boys.” He said as he pointed to the stains on his shirt. Michael blushed, embarrassed that someone had seen him with cum stains on his shirt. “No reason to feel ashamed. I'm sure it was a spur of the moment thing. Taboo isn't a place where we shame others.” Tim told him.

“I know. You're a family.” Michael replied rather sardonically. Tim smirked at his response.

“Kakashi fed you that line too, huh?” He said. “I know it sounds cheesy, but it's true.” He leaned back on his hands as he looked over at Michael. “I don't know how much Kakashi told you, but the boys who get hired here are all orphans. We have no family.” Tim told him. “Some of us were born without families. Some of us were abandoned by our parents. Others lost their parents.” Tim said as he looked out at the club. It was obvious what had happened to Tim.

“I'm sorry for your loss.” Michael replied. Tim turned to him, a gentle smile on his face.

“Thanks. It was over a decade ago, but it's still hard to deal with sometimes.” Tim confessed. “I went to a lot of therapists. A lot of shrinks. All of them tried their best to help, but it never really worked.” Tim told him. “But when Kakashi brought me in and I met Jackson and Inuyasha and Bobby and all of them, it was like a weight was lifted off of my shoulders. Just like that.” Tim said as he snapped his fingers. “They understood my pain. They knew what I was going through. Some of them were going through the same thing I was. Some had it way worse.” Tim said. “But we got through it together.” He smiled as he finished his sentence. “But that's enough about me. What about you? What brought you here?”

“I followed Sokka here.” Michael admitted. “I saw him at the mall, and he--”

“You were going to pickpocket him.” Tim cut him off. Michael was expecting to be reprimanded for it, but instead, Tim just looked at him with that same, gentle smile on his face. “Then what?” Michael was a bit stunned. Everyone else would have been on his case for stealing. Tim was not.

“I overheard him and some others talking about how much they made in a night, so I decided to follow them in hopes I could get in on the action, since I could use the money.” Michael said, not truly believing himself when he said it.

“Things bad at home?” Tim asked. Michael looked at Tim, the hesitation clear in his eyes. He didn't know if he should open up to him after just meeting him, but at this point, it only seemed fair considering Tim had revealed he lost his parents.

“Yeah.” Michael replied. “My foster parents suck. They've been using the government checks to buy stuff for themselves. I've pretty much had to fend for myself for the last couple of years.” Michael told him. “I've tried holding down a job, but my foster parents would just take my paycheck. Claiming that it's their money since I'm living under their roof. Any time I try and reason with them, they just threaten to kick me out on the streets again.” Michael hadn't realized his gaze had turned to the floor, ashamed of telling someone his story. When he looked up at Tim, he saw a bothered look on his face.

“That's not right.” Tim told him, the agitation clear in his voice. He placed a hand on Michael's back and rubbed it. “You shouldn't have to return to a place where people don't love you.” Tim told him. “If you need a place to crash, you can stay with us. We've got a lot of space.”

“Thanks.” Michael said, shocked by his kindness.

“Come here.” Tim pulled Michael into a hug and embraced him tightly. Michael didn't know how to react at first, but soon, he found himself wrapping his arms around Tim. The hug lasted for a lot longer than he anticipated, but it wasn't awkward. It just felt...right. Truth be told, Michael wasn't sure when he had last hugged someone like this. It felt nice to feel someone in his arms, and also to be in someone's arms. To feel that support and kindness. To know someone cared for him.

When the hug ended, Tim would shoot him another soft smile. “I know your apprehensive, but you're part of the family now, and we take care of our own.” Tim told him. Michael nodded, feeling less conflicted about working here. If everything Tim was telling him was true, then maybe he could find his place here. Maybe he could finally find people who understood what he was going through. Maybe he could stop being so angry at the world for giving him such a shit deal.

“Thanks.” Michael replied again.

“No problem.” Tim said as he leaned in and kissed Michael. The kiss definitely took Michael by surprise, but he didn't pull away. It felt good. It wasn't like when he kissed Kiba, where it was filled with lust and hormones. The kiss was more soft and tender, like Tim was trying to convey how much Michael meant to him. It was very passionate, which Michael was astounded by considering they had just met. How could someone he just met care about him so much already?

Michael suddenly felt a wave of guilt wash over him. Tim was being so open to him and was so accepting. It was clear that's just who Tim was. A kind soul who wanted to help. All Michael had done was question the place Tim loved the most and now he was resisting the kiss from someone who just wanted to help him. So, Michael finally gave it a chance. He parted his lips, giving Tim permission to slip the tongue into his mouth. But instead of feeling a tongue, he felt Tim pull away.

“Are you sure? You don't have to do this for me.” Tim told Michael. All Michael did was nod his head, telling Michael that he wanted this. So, Tim kissed him again, this time pushing his tongue into Michael's mouth. Michael received the kiss without hesitation, wrapping his tongue around Tim's. The older male would place a hand on Michael's cheek, cupping it, his thumb stroking his cheek while his fingers combed through the back of his hair.

It was such a gentle, caring touch. This entire experience with Tim had been so different than his experience with Kiba just minutes ago. Kiba's kiss was filled with lust, power and aggression. Tim's kiss was filled with more passion, tenderness and affection. It made Michael moan softly into the kiss, his cock pulsing in his pants for the kind soul that was holding him so gently. He moved closer to Tim, closing the gap between their bodies as he wrapped an arm around the older male's neck, draping it lightly over his back as the kiss continued.

Minute passed as the two black-haired males sat on the stage, affectionately making out with each other. Michael's hands never once moved from the older male's back, caressing the length of it but never venturing to check out the rest of Tim's clearly muscular body. Tim didn't make a move on him either, the older male's hands remaining on Michael's cheek, the other placed on his hip, never sliding towards the teen's crotch or his rear.

When the kiss finally did end, Michael took a sharp breath as he realized he was short on air. He slowly opened his eyes to see Tim's kind face in front of him, a friendly smile on his face. Tim's hand never left his cheek, the older male still stroking it as the duo just sat there gazing into each other's eyes. He saw Tim's eyes glance down for just a moment before locking eyes once more. “You're still hard.” Tim said.

“Y-Yeah. I'm sorry.” Michael apologized. He didn't want to ruin the tenderness of the moment with his raging erection. He felt embarrassed and kind of ashamed since Tim didn't seem to be hard at all from their kiss.

“No need to say sorry. We're both guys. I know how hard it can be to control that little guy down there.” Tim said with a bit of a chuckle. “Would you like me to help you with it?”

“N-No, Tim. It's okay. You don't have--” Michael was cut off when his lips met Tim's again. They shared another soft kiss as Michael let out a gentle moan into the kiss again. The kiss ended quickly, making Michael want more.

“You can be honest with me, Michael. I won't judge you.” Tim told him. Michael felt another pang of guilt. He didn't want to bother Tim with his problems, but now, he felt ashamed for not telling Tim his problem in the first place. He was hard, and honestly, he wanted Tim to help him with it.

“Lay down on your back for me, Michael.” Tim said. “And slide your pants off for me.”

“Tim, it's okay, I can wait until--”

“What did I just say?” Tim said, his voice taking a stern tone despite his gentle words. Not wanting to disobey Tim again, Michael did as he was told. He leaned back on his elbows and pulled his legs up onto the stage. He pulled his knees up to his chest as he unbuckled his jeans before pulling them down, revealing his hard, pre-cum covered cock and his virgin hole. He stretched his legs out, placing one on either side of Tim so that the older male was situated between his legs.

Tim turned his body towards Michael and gently spread his legs wider, causing Michael's right leg to dangle off the side of the stage. “Not everything here is about lust.” Tim said as he crawled closer to Michael. “We may be a horny bunch, but at the end of the day, Taboo is about family.” He told Michael as he lowered his head between Michael's thighs. “So lean back and let me take care of you, little bro.”

Michael didn't have time to think about how he felt being called “little bro” by Tim because as soon as he finished talking, Tim ran his tongue along Michael's hole. It caused the teen to shiver against the stage. Tim continued to slowly run his tongue along his hole, gently lapping at it. He could feel Michael's body tensing up and twisting, the teen looking for some way to deal with the pleasure surging through his body.

“T-Tim!” He cried out rather effeminately, surprised he could sound so fragile and soft. His hands clawed at the stage as he tried to deal with the searing bliss that Tim was giving him. He bit his lip, trying to keep himself from moaning. But then, he felt that tongue push inside of him. “Ahh!!” Michael cried out again, arching his back wildly.

Tim's tongue continued sliding in and out of his ass, turning him into a moaning mess. He shamelessly pushed his rear into Tim's face, trying to force his tongue deeper into his insides. His breathing was getting progressively shallow the longer Tim ate him out. He bucked his hips frantically, trying to get some release for his cock. He didn't even think about stroking it. The pleasure from being eaten out was just that distracting. The short bursts of moaning quickly turned into long, drawn out groans as Tim found his rhythm. It was so good. So fucking good

“Brother!!” Michael moaned as he came hard, arching his back drastically, causing him to shoot a load in his own face before spraying his seed all over his black shirt and his naked lower half. His body convulsed violently as Tim continued to eat him out, not stopping until Michael's cock shot its last rope. When it did, the older male finally pulled away.

Michael laid there, eyes slowly opening as he basked in the afterglow of having his ass eaten out for the first time. It was the greatest pleasure he had known thus far. He even managed to achieve an orgasm without touching his cock. As his eyes opened more, he would wipe some of his own cum off of his face, only to see Tim hovering over him. This man. This kind, generous man. In the midst of his heat, he called him “brother”. He wanted that. He wanted an older brother like Tim. He wanted someone he could talk to. Someone who wouldn't judge him. Someone who could take care of him. He wanted a family. And now, it was apparent he had found it.

Staring up at Tim, Michael smiled for what he felt like was the first time in a long time. “Brother...” Michael said as he panted, the exhaustion and happiness clear in his voice. Tim smiled down at him, a big smile stretched across his lips. He leaned down and kissed Michael once more. Tim groaned, tasting his own insides on Tim's tongue. It was just another new sensation he never thought he'd experience, but it wasn't as bad as he thought. Michael lazily brought his arms up, wrapping them around Tim as they continued to kiss.

The kiss lingered for a few moments longer than it should have. When it finally ended, their lips would part, but not their bodies. Tim remained close to Michael, their noses touching as he gazed down at the teen. With one last kiss on the teen's lips, Tim sat up straight. Michael took a few moments before he did the same as well, naturally sitting close to the older male. Michael felt a wave of embarrassment run through him as he realized that he had been so vulnerable in such a public place. They were sitting on a stage. Anyone could have heard those rather high-pitched moans of his. But as quickly as the embarrassment came, it left as a wave of comfort settled in as Tim wrapped an arm around his shoulder.

“I asked you to be honest with me earlier, and said I wouldn't judge you.” Tim told Michael. “I want you to know that every single guy here will do that for you. They're all here for you, Michael. You don't have to shoulder your burdens alone anymore, alright?” Tim told him. Michael nodded.

“I understand.” Michael replied. Tim kissed him on top of his head before hopping off of the stage.

“Go get cleaned up and we'll start to show you the ropes of security detail.” Tim instructed before disappearing behind the black curtains to the backstage. Michael nodded as he slid off of the stage. He stepped through the black curtains, knowing now that his stint at Taboo would last much longer than one night.
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