Adult-FanFiction.org : Naruto

This is Not a Game [Complete]	By : JaydenNara Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2211 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 7
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor do I profit from writing this story.

Chapter List
- 33
- 34
- 35
IMPORTANT NOTICE!
1. This is unbeta'd. The beta'd version should be up in a few hours, but I didn't want you to wait any longer.
2. Many of you may have noticed that there hasn't been an update in quite awhile... Well I went back to school (today is my final class) and I've been a little overwhelmed. But I'm back for a good few weeks, and I'm hoping to finish up the story by the end of the year!
3. If you ever want to know what I'm doing, then follow me on facebook. I'm the only Jayden Nara on there, or there is a link on my profile.
Anyway, enough with that. I'm sure you're eager to read. So after a short/long hiatus, I give you...

Blood, Sweat, and Tears
The pale hand stopped its comforting motion through the sunshine blond hair, and Naruto whined in protest. He felt Sasuke slump against him, completely exhausted, and automatically his arms were around the small form, drawing him down to the ground and cuddling him close to his body.
There was a sudden realization that he had been selfish in taking all the comfort for himself, and Naruto set about rectifying his mistake.
Soft lips moved over the porcelain skin, covering his precious boyfriend with soft, chaste kisses. The gentle caress of his lips moved over the pale brow to each cheek, the very tip of Sasuke's nose, and finally settling on the pouty lips where the raven haired teen welcomed him eagerly, pressing closer to the nude tan body.
Sasuke was reaching his breaking point. Fear gripping his insides. His chest feeling as though it were constricting, cutting off his air, while tears stung his eyes, the flood gates threatening to burst at any moment. Choking back a sob that came out as a muffled pained gasp, he tangled his fingers in the sunshine hair, trying to merge their two bodies. He needed confirmation that Naruto was there, alive, and they were together.
Hearing the small choked gasping breath, Naruto nipped at the lower lip, slowing the kiss and drawing back. "It's okay to cry S'uke," he murmured, resting his forehead against the raven haired teen's.
"I'm not going to cry," the young teen said indignantly. His eyes shimmered with the unshed tears, and he struggled to hold himself together. He wanted to be strong; he wanted to be the one to protect Naruto, not the other way around.
Naruto's brow furrowed. "Why not?" he asked, slightly confused. He could clearly see the strain of emotions. The small body was tense, and his eyes swimming with pain and grief. "You said it was okay for me to cry, so why not you?"
"If you're not going to cry, then I'm not going to," Sasuke claimed stubbornly, setting his jaw, and narrowing his eyes.
Naruto couldn't control the chuckle, the sound reverberating through his chest. "Well, I can't argue with that logic." He hugged the Uchiha closer, kissing the pale forehead in an attempt to smooth out the frown lines.
In a strange way he was proud of Sasuke. The boy was growing up, trying to be strong enough for not just himself, but for Naruto as well.
The low rumble of Naruto's laughter was reassuring. They were alive, and they were together. In that moment, it was all that mattered.

A sake bottle smashed against the wall, droplets of warm liquid hitting the terrified assistant in the face. After wiping the alcohol from her cheeks, Shizune crept farther into the large circular room. Tsunade was seething.
"T-tsunade-sama," she stuttered. Several heavy ornaments went flying of the desk and crashing into the wall. Shizune winced at the resulting crack echoing through the room. There was serious cause for worry over the Hokage's stability at this point.
A drawer was opened and Tsunade pulled out a new bottle of her precious alcohol. Liquid comfort for her burdened mind. "I don't care how they do it, just find them," she ordered. Pouring a small serving, she downed the drink and slammed the cup back on the table. It was a wonder the porcelain didn't shatter on impact.
"Tsunade-sama, everyone is doing everything they can," the petite woman tried to assure her Hokage. Her knuckles were turning white with the grip she had on the clipboard in hand.
"Well it's not enough!" she yelled. "Get me agent scarecrow!" Another cup of sake was downed.
The loud bark made Shizune jump and she fumbled for her clipboard before it could fall to the ground. "K-kakashi-san?" she squeaked, terrified to be questioning her superior. Angering the LEAF leader was not the wisest choice. "But he's guarding the Uzumaki's residence. We can't afford to take guards off the building when we don't know who is still after Itachi-san"
Tsunade scowled and downed another cup. "Do you really think Kyuubi doesn't have a handle on the situation?" she snarked. A hand gripped the edge of the table, the wood groaning under her strength. After what has happened, do you really think he would risk Itachi's safety in any way. He probably hasn't taken his eyes off him yet, and is holing them up in the apartment. I doubt they will even go for groceries. Get me Kakashi, now!
Jumping to attention, Shizune bowed hurriedly and rushed for the door. "Yes, Tsunade-sama," she called over her shoulder, already halfway out the door of the office.
Left alone in the room, Tsunade let her walls fall away to leave behind a frail old woman terrified for her family. Naruto was like her son, and ever since Sasuke had come into the boys' life everything had been so much better. The turnaround she'd witnessed in the young agent was miraculous. She owed so much to the young Uchiha, and would move mountains to find the two missing teens.
A trembling had closed around the edge of a silver frame on her desk. It was the only object that had not been destroyed in anyway. She choked back a sob, a single tear landing on the glass where a grinning Naruto and Kyuubi looked up at her with their father's arms wrapped around their shoulders.
She gently placed the picture back on the desk. They were her family, Sasuke and Itachi too, and the only ones she had left. Losing Naruto would destroy Kyuubi, even with Itachi there to ground him. The elder Uzumaki may have acted tough, but he was dangerously close to breaking, and she knew it. Losing the last member of his family would be the end of the Kyuubi. The same was true for Itachi, that she was sure of. His whole family would have been taken away from him in only a few short months. It could prove to be too much for the young heir to deal with when already in the process of mourning and healing.
"Whatever it takes," she promised to the empty room. She wouldn't allow her family to be ripped apart. Not again.

Dark onyx eyes slowly blinked open, taking in their unfamiliar surroundings. The memories of the day before came flooding back, Sasuke's thoughts immediately going to the well being of his lover. Sometime during the night they'd shifted. His back was now pressed to Naruto's chest, the strong tan arms were wrapped around his slight frame, holding him possessively.
"Naruto..." the Uchiha called softly. He felt a nose against the back of his neck as he was nuzzled before the soft press of lips.
"You finally awake then?" Naruto murmured into the silky hair. The raven head bobbed, the flattened spikes tickling his nose. "Good. My guess is that it's sometime in the early morning. Five, maybe six. They will be coming in soon, so be prepared."
Slipping his arms out from around the younger boy, Naruto attempted to pull himself into a sitting position, a low groan of pain escaping. He reached for the pair of boxers Sasuke had so very kindly shed the night before for his benefit. It didn't seem possible without causing an inordinate amount of pain.
Sasuke rolled over when he was released, his eyes following Naruto's sluggish movements. "Do you need some help?" he finally asked, his brow furrowing. It was almost painful to watch Naruto struggling with something so simple.
Naruto couldn't help the blush that spread over his tan cheeks. "Yeah," he mumbled, slowly lowering himself back to the cold hard ground. Even after the fact there was still humiliation. His younger lover, the one he was meant to protect and care for was the one he now needed to depend on. Just watching his young boyfriend pick up the discarded boxers and gingerly help him put them on one leg at a time was a major hit to his pride, wincing as he lifted his butt only a few inches off the ground so Sasuke could slide the thin article of clothing over his hips to cover his privates and offer him a sense of dignity.
The pale hand of the Uchiha lingered on the tan skin, tracing along the elastic waistline, apparently deep in thought. He looked up to meet the cerulean gaze watching him, his own expression impassive.
"Naruto, I..."
The sound of the cell door unlocking echoed through the small room, and both heads snapped in the direction to see the steel door swing open. Two guards silently entered, one heading straight for the table that Naruto had been strapped to only the night before.
Reaching out to seize the young Uchiha by the arm, Naruto's hand was met with nothing but air, instead watching Sasuke low defensive crouch in front of him, taking up his place as Naruto's protector. If the injured agent wasn't quite so terrified for his boyfriends' life and safety then he may have found the act endearing.
The inky black eyes of the young teen watched both men closely, following every movement. He wouldn't let them near Naruto.
"Aww... now don't that jus' warm yer heart," the man tightening the straps on the table mocked. Abandoning his job, he headed towards the slight boy, grinning as Sasuke's eyes narrowed. "Not afraid of me, are ya boy," the guard said, stopping in front of the Uchiha. He reached out, running the back of a finger over the soft porcelain skin before cupping the pale cheek.
Naruto tried to sit up and move to his boyfriends' aid, a soft cry of pain escaping, but he attempted to work through it. His efforts were unneeded though as he watched Sasuke lash out, landing a solid kick from his position.
The guard barely caught himself on the table, stumbling. "Why you little piece of shit," the man hissed, raising a hand to strike the teen.
Sasuke was facing his punishment with a brave face, determined to protect Naruto, and if that meant taking the hits, then he would. It also meant the guard would be punished for marking him. Much to his great relief and disappointment, the man stopped.
"I wish I could hit ya," the pissed off guard snarled, lowering his hand. "But lucky for ya, Orochimaru would have ma hide if I damaged his precious merchandise." And before Sasuke could react, the man lashed out, kicking Naruto.
The LEAF agent grunted having expected the kick, and collapsed to the ground clutching his side.
Screaming in rage, Sasuke launched himself at the guard, but was stopped short by strong arms catching him around the middle pulling him back into a hard chest. He thrashed, trying to get free and throttle the chuckling man watching him.
Laughing at the struggling teen, the guarded hoisted up the table that had taken two men to carry in, and made his way out the door, the other guard shaking his head in frustration.
Once again they were left alone in the cold cell, the stain of blood and semen still on the floor. Tan arms wound their way around his waist, tightening and pulling the panting Uchiha back in the naked torso. To Sasuke, it was a relief as he hugged the agent back. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I tried."
Naruto smiled sadly, petting the raven hair. "I know, S'uke," he murmured back, just relieved that his lover was unharmed. "I know."

Glaring sunlight filled the bedroom pulling Kyuubi out of a restless sleep. With bleary eyes, he looked down at the man curled into his body with his face buried in his chest hiding from the invading sunrise, raven hair spilling out of the usually neat ponytail. The porcelain skin almost glowed in the morning light, and it seemed they had forgotten to close the curtains once again.
Deciding against waking his boyfriend, Kyuubi let a tan hand card through the loose tangles of raven hair. Only one day had passed, and despite his brave front for the sake of Itachi, Kyuubi was a mess. It was happening all over again. Two loved ones go missing, taken by one evil son of a bitch, and there was no guarantee they would find either of them, dead or alive.
The sad azure eyes glanced around the bedroom, hand still moving soothingly through the raven hair, though possibly it was more for Kyuubi's benefit than for the sleeping man's. A small sad smile broke his stoic features. It had been years since he had been in Naruto's room, never really having a need to do so, and from what he could remember, it hadn't really changed all that much other than evidence of Sasuke's presence. The younger Uchiha had moved in and made himself at home. From the door to the bed, he could see a trail of hastily discarded clothing, and it made Kyuubi smile at the teenage hormones that ruled their brothers lives. Not that he and Itachi were much better. But last night was different.
The night before, the apartment had seemed so empty. In an attempt to distract themselves, Kyuubi suggested a movie, something mindless, and Itachi quickly agreed. But not even twenty minutes in, Itachi excused himself to use the restroom and never came back. Kyuubi waited patiently, agitation growing, but eventually he couldn't wait any longer, the need to keep both eyes on Itachi too strong, and he broke down and went looking for his wayward lover. After an extensive search, he found his lover in the last place he would have imagined, their brothers room.
His back to the door, Itachi had stared out the window, tears silently trailing down his cheeks. The sight was heartbreaking. Unsurprised his boyfriend had come looking for him, he didn't flinch as the bed dipped behind him, and warmth surrounded him.
Kyuubi had wasted no time crawling onto the bed and gathering the distraught man in his arms, holding him close and whispering words of comfort. Together they cried, kissing and holding each other until the early hours of the morning when they drifted off in each other's arms.
A soft sigh broke the reverie, and Itachi stirred in Kyuubi's arms. The comforting hand in his hair stopped and he grunted. He heard a chuckle reverberate through the chest under his head, the familiar rumble comforting. "Kyuu?"
"Hmm? What is it love?" the Uzumaki asked, his hand resuming the earlier petting.
Tilting his head, Itachi looked up into the blue eyes swimming with concern. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have disappeared on you last night, but I saw their room, and suddenly I found myself sitting here. I didn't mean for you to worry." He swallowed the large lump forming in his throat. Having Kyuubi was such a blessing, especially now. If he lost Sasuke, and even Naruto, Kyuubi was all he had left.
Bending at an odd angle, the older man managed to place a kiss on the furrowed brow. "Don't think anything of it," he murmured, cupping a pale cheek and rubbing the smooth skin with his thumb. "Do you want to go to LEAF with me this morning to check in? They may have news, though I will warn you, the chances are slim." He felt the raven head nodded against him, and rested his cheek on the soft raven locks.
The slender form of the Uchiha climbed out of the bed. Now that he saw them in the daylight, he could see the orange that surrounded them and raised an eyebrow. "How did Sasuke live like this?" he mumbled, heading for the door. Behind him he could hear his lover laugh, and his heart felt a little lighter.
Still chuckling to himself, Kyuubi followed his boyfriend out the door and into their own bedroom where Itachi was already striping as he headed for the bathroom. He caught the shorter man around the waist, and nuzzled him. "You taking a shower?"
"Mhmm."
"Mind if I join you?"
Itachi turned in Kyuubi's arms and wrapped his own around his lover. "Not at all," he said, kissing the smiling lips. With Kyuubi around, it didn't hurt quite so much.

Blood splatter over the floor as a fist was driven into the bruised and bare chest of the captive LEAF agent. Naruto coughed, more blood flowing over his lips and dripping down his chin to add to the growing pool. He sagged against the two men holding him up by his arms. Too weak to fight back, the blows kept coming; sometimes a punch, other times a kick or a knee. He didn't even dare look to Sasuke, fearing what he would find.
The young Uchiha was currently lying on the filthy cold ground in the corner. His position affording him the best view as his lover was beaten. Keeping his promise to himself, no tears were shed, but he felt as though someone were stabbing him through the heart every time he witnessed a strike against his boyfriend. He felt helpless, his hands bound behind his back, and his ankles bound together as well. A small length of rope secured his wrists to his ankles to prevent any movement on his part. They had forgone a gag, Kabuto saying he wanted to hear every plea from the Uchiha's mouth. Sasuke refused to give him the pleasure.
The cell door burst open, the sound echoing through the small room.
"Payment! Where is my fucking payment you slimy son of a bitch!" All eyes, including Naruto's turned to regard the seething man in the doorway.
Orochimaru stood from the chair place directly in front of his show. Annoyed to have been interrupted, he turned to look at the intruder. "Ah, Kisame," Orochimaru said, almost seemingly bored.
"Don't, ah, Kisame, me you bastard," the enraged man snapped. A fist collided with the wall. "I want my bloody payment. You promised that if I helped you get your hands on the youngest Uchiha and his bodyguard that you would bring me the elder one."
In the corner, Sasuke stiffened at the mention of his brother. Fear shot through him at the thought of his brothers' safety being compromised. He and Naruto were already there suffering through this torture, and they didn't want Itachi dragged into this mess, or Kyuubi.
Across the room, despite his appearance, Naruto was on full alert. He knew Kyuubi wouldn't let anything happen to Itachi, especially not now. The Uchiha more than likely under Kyuubi's form or lock down and wouldn't be out of the agents eye for more than a minute. It was a good thing they were in a relationship because he doubted Kyuubi would let him go to the bathroom on his own.
The snake like eyes regarded the infuriated man for a moment. "We are currently devising a new plan forthe retrival of the first born Uchiha," he explained calmly. "As it stands, security has been increased, and Kyuubi Uzumaki does not let him out of his sight due to both of their younger brother's going missing." He gestured to the bound teenager on the floor and the bruised and beaten agent still being restrained by guards.
Shouts and threats bounced off the walls, and even Sasuke knew Kisame was pushing it. These were not men to toy with or annoy.
Growing tired of the other man, Orochimaru raised a pale hand, signalling. The twins, Sakon and Ukon, appeared, flanking Kisame. "Ah, would you be so kind as to show Hoshigaki-san the plans so far," he said, taking a seat in front of the bleeding blond agent.
The malicious smirk on the pale face was missed as Kisame followed the SOUND agents from the cell, the door slamming shut behind them. Sasuke may not have liked the man, but he suddenly felt guilty, like he should have warned him. But now it was too late.
The sounds of three sets of footsteps echoed through the cold dark stone hallway as Kisame followed the twins. He was showed to a room, but when he stepped though the door, it was empty. Only a single drain set into the floor sat in the far corner. The door was slammed shut behind him, the sound bouncing off the bare walls, and he spun around, almost expecting to find himself locked in by himself. To his surprise the twins were there, but they were grinning cruelly.
"What is this?" he spat. "I held up my end, so how do you plan to pay me? My price was Itachi Uchiha." His beady eyes darted between the two, and he could smell betrayal. There was no honour among thieves.
"Orochimaru-sama has decided..."
"... He no longer needs your services."
Twin gunshots rang out. Kisame was dead before he hit the floor. Eyes frozen wide open with shock, crimson blood soaking through his white designer shirt and pooling on the cold stone floor beneath his body. He'd always had expensive tastes, and his greed for the best in life, including the men he desired, won him a very exclusive prize.

Yeah, this chapter was all over the place, but I couldn't really help it. So much is going on right now.
Please let me know what you think, and feel free to yell at me!
Just a few things more. For those do don't know, my husband is in a band, Fighting for Ithaca, and they're signed, but they also just released their christmas song, so go look at the video on youtube, it's pretty funny. The link is on my page.
Also, several people have written me fanfiction with different Naruto pairings, the links are on my profile, so please go read them! And don't forget to check out the fanart for This is Not a Game!
REVIEW!
- 33
- 34
- 35
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

This is Not a Game [Complete]