D/s Naruto

Chapter 3 (Friday 15 June 2007, evening)

Naruto just stared at Sasuke, trying to get control. Thank god, Sasuke was trained enough to keep his eyes down. It wasn’t cool to be on the edge of cumming in your pants before you even said a single word to your sub, nor to be so overwhelmed at the chance to dominate him, to tie him up, to touch, to fuck, to fondle, to kiss, to—oh, jesus god, get a grip, Naruto, think of something to get your head straight. You’re an experienced dom, you’re not the nerdy sex-starved boy you’re acting like now. And it’s just one night—he’s only subbing because his brother would give it to him worse than me. It’s just about power, yes, power. This is isn’t some schoolboy romance. There’s no such thing as love at first sight.

Wait! Love?! Where did that thought come from? This guy’s a jerk, an ass—oh, fuck, thought Naruto as his cock twitched violently and his balls lifted just a little, warning him to get a grip. But then it struck Naruto that, hell, this was a one-time thing, what the fuck was he doing, trying to hold back and be cool for?

The distance between Naruto’s body and Sasuke’s kneeling form vanished. Naruto’s hands went to the laces of his leather pants, and he undid them quickly, efficiently. His hands didn’t tremble though his eyes barely focused on them, seeing only Sasuke’s pale face under that head of blue-black hair, his eyelids faintly blue from blood vessels and a little fatigue, those long black lashes laying at the tops of those beautifully sculpted cheekbones. Just the faintest hint of pink was on those cheeks. Jesus, though Naruto, as he pulled out his cock, he looks fucking beautiful, too beautiful as if he was made-up—and that’s just nature. With mascara, blush, and some eyeshadow, he’d be lethal, lethal.

“Look at me, asshole,” ordered Naruto—and those lashes fluttered, and black eyes rolled up to meet his blue ones, hesitating for the tiniest fraction of a section as they swept past Naruto’s cock—and that was all it took. Naruto came on Sasuke’s face, jerking his cock to coat those eyelashes, those cheeks, to spray in that blue-black hair, on that expensive, elegant silk shirt.

Sasuke made a face of disgust and scorn, opening his mouth. Naruto could almost see the word “Idiot” forming as he thrust his cock into that opening. His hands thrust into that gorgeous hair, pulling that dark head around his ejaculating cock, slamming his dick into the back of Sasuke’s throat. He heard a shout of “Sasuke!” as from a distance, and everything seemed to slow down and grow dim and distant as Naruto’s world exploded and reformed around him.

A tugging under his hands brought Naruto back to his senses. Christ, that—that orgasm had taken him to a place he hadn’t been since he’d given up drugs. Holy fucking shit. Oh. Holy fucking shit—Sasuke was tugging his head back from Naruto. Naruto let go and let Sasuke’s head snap back, his cock falling down, limp. Their eyes met and glared. Naruto felt himself turning red. That had been incredible—and so not what Dominance and submission was about. Fuck—he was likely to get kicked out of the club! He’d put a sub in a position where he couldn’t use his safe words if he wanted to, possibly choked him, hadn’t even used a condom—shit, shit, shit! He was clean, but was Sasuke? And then that shout of “Sasuke,” yea, that had been him—shouting out like they were lovers! No dom used a sub’s name—they were boy, slut, fuckhole, or some such name. You didn’t shout their given name out when you came. Ah, hell, you didn’t come just at the sight of your sub kneeling and looking up at you.

Sasuke’s mouth moved and opened just a bit, and Naruto bent his head down and kissed him. It was the first thing that occurred to him to stop that word from forming—that scathing rebuke or even the hated word, Itachi, that would end this all. Yes, yes, those were the reasons that Naruto’s lips, his tongue devoured Sasuke’s mouth, tasting his cum and Sasuke’s blood, tasting that taste he’d only started to learn from the kiss in the hall, that taste that was Sasuke.

Sasuke’s head jerked under his kiss, his mouth twisting, his tongue resisting for just a few moments before falling still, passive. Naruto growled in his throat, pulled that dark hair harshly, and his hand ripped away the cum-splattered navy silk from Sasuke’s chest. He bit down on Sasuke’s tongue and his hand found Sasuke’s nipple and pinched hard, then twisted.

And Sasuke moaned under Naruto.

Naruto’s cock twitched and started to harden—after he’d cum like he never cum before. Fuck! He pushed Sasuke away, sending him falling backwards, back too far to stay upright on his knees. He lay arched back, his head falling back to the floor, his mouth open, his eyes wide, his face no longer defiant, sulking, or angry, but rather dazed. Cum glistened on his face, in his eyes, on his chin, neck, and the half of the silk shirt still intact. The side that was ripped away showed Naruto a pale, pale chest with just a little strip of black chest hair. And that nipple—red, puffy, swollen from Naruto’s pinch. A nipple like that was made to be bit, to be pinched, to be clamped. But then his eyes shifted lower, to Sasuke’s crotch jutting in the air from the arch in his body. His eyes fixed on Sasuke’s cock, hard, pressing against those loose white linen pants, pants with a damp spot near the tip of Sasuke’s cock, evidence of Sasuke’s arousal.

Naruto heard himself yelling, “Sasuke,” and was down on his knees, ripping apart Sasuke’s pants, tearing away the thin white silk boxers he found underneath the ruined linen pants. Then Sasuke’s cock was there in front of him—long, slender, beautiful--just like his whole body. Naruto’s head went to Sasuke’s cock, and his lips closed over that pink head and sucked hard—and Sasuke screamed and came. Naruto sucked hard, swallowing, just forgetting everything but tasting Sasuke, tasting Sasuke cumming for him, spilling out.

Even as he sucked down Sasuke’s cum, sucked that cock further into his mouth, his hands were still tearing at Sasuke’s clothes, until they were squeezing a naked ass. His right index finger sought and found Sasuke’s anus, pushing in dry, for Naruto no longer cared about the rules for doms: he cared about nothing but his need to be in Sasuke.

As his finger thrust in, Sasuke went wild beneath him, screaming and struggling even as his cum began to spurt again, one last spasm that drained his balls dry.

Naruto pulled up, holding that last burst of cum in his mouth, jerking and rolling Sasuke till he was face down on the floor. He pushed his mouth down on Sasuke’s asshole, ejecting Sasuke’s own cum into his anus, pushing his tongue into that tight hole and forcing more of Sasuke’s own spunk inside him. Then one of Naruto’s hands reached up and around to Sasuke’s face and hair, slicking his palm with Naruto’s own cum, which he then smeared on his rock hard cock—how? A miracle? No time to wonder, to care why he was hard again—only that he needed to be, he had to be, inside Sasuke now. He had to fuck that tight pink hole of Sasuke’s now, now—immediately. Naruto positioned himself and then thrust in, sparing Sasuke nothing, forcing himself as deep as he could go. Sasuke screamed again, and this time Naruto heard his name in the sound—his name cried out as he had never heard it before.

“Yes, that’s me, that’s who’s fucking you, Sasuke. Cry it out again, you beautiful bitch, again,” shouted Naruto, too lost in his emotions to realize there was no need for shouting, not when he was supporting himself with just his left hand, and his right hand was pulling Sasuke’s head and torso up to him.

He bit down on the back of Sasuke’s neck, like the male animal in the wild does to hold the struggling female down, a bite to claim, to mark. As he tasted Sasuke and blood, that voice once more screamed, “Naruto!”-- and he thrust in hard, fucking Sasuke like his uke was trying to tear himself away and needed to be pinned down. He fucked him like his life depended on slamming into that tight warmth as hard and as fast as he could. It wasn’t until Naruto heard a small sob that he stopped seeing red, stopped needing to fuck like he needed to breathe, like an animal in heat.

That one small sob, and Naruto stopped and threw his head back and fought himself for control. He was balls deep in Sasuke—he had savaged him. Never, never had Naruto treated any sub, any lover—fuck, anyone--this way. God, he was in Sasuke bare and had been rough enough to tear him. If Sasuke had HIV, well, Naruto would now too. And he would deserve it. The sound of Naruto’s and Sasuke’s heavy breaths seemed loud in the sudden quiet. Naruto looked down at Sasuke’s neck under that hair he’d always loved. On that white pale skin, a red bite mark was clearly visible, and a tiny drop of blood seemed to catch the light where one tooth had gone too deep. As Naruto watched, a drop of sweat slid down from Sasuke’s hair, like a teardrop.

Were tears running down Sasuke’s face? Had what had been so pleasurable, so amazing to Naruto been something painful—and not that good pain--for Sasuke? Naruto’s head seemed to lower itself without his permission, and he found himself gently licking the trail left by the drop of sweat.

At the touch of Naruto’s tongue, Sasuke’s muscles clenched tight around Naruto’s cock and that pale body shook beneath him. A small sound, half moan, half sob vibrated in the neck beneath his tongue, and Sasuke’s ass muscles seemed to spasm, clenching and releasing. Naruto’s cock responded, shuddering and shaking deep in Sasuke’s ass, and with his own soft cry, he released his second load of sperm deep in the body that seemed to be favorite sex fantasy come to life. His cumming triggered more clenching and releasing from Sasuke, and Naruto moaned and gasped for the short time of his orgasm—he didn’t have enough cum for it to last long. He pushed to raise his weight off Sasuke, and then Sasuke moaned—and fuck, if he hadn’t just come, he thought he might again at the sound. Naruto collapsed, and his weight fell down on Sasuke.

With an “ooofff,” Naruto heard Sasuke say, “Idiot! Get off me!”

Naruto pulled out and rolled off him, collapsing on his back beside him. “That’s Master Idiot, Asshole!” he gasped out.

“Yes, Master Idiot,” he heard Sasuke say with a snicker.

A grin covered Naruto’s face. Yes, he was the master. Sasuke was his for this night. Now he just had to rest here a little bit, so he could do something about that, yes about that—wait, that, what the fuck was that? God, he felt so good, so tired. What the fuck was he supposed to be doing? God, it smelled of Sasuke—Sasuke’s cologne, Sasuke’s sweat, Sasuke’s blood, Sasuke’s cum. Naruto breathed deeply, sniffing again.

“Are you crying, Master Loser?”

“Smelling, Asshole, smelling you, smelling us.”

He heard Sasuke sniff as well.

“You like that smell, Sasuke-bitch?”

“Perfect,” he heard.

He sighed, “Yea, perfect.”

“I said putrid.”

“Yea, perfect, perfect. Sasuke. Perfect,” mumbled Naruto.

Sasuke lay there silent, still.

Until Naruto snored.