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Lost	By : Rosebud Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1430 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Warning/chapter summary: No actual sex in this one, though lots of sex based themes/moments some that might be disturbing…? Phone sex (Itachi/Sasuke), mention of drugs, acts of vandalism, an OOC moment between Sasuke and Naruto, oh and you get to find out who Naruto’s step-father is... Yes, this chapter has a bit of plot to it… sorry! ^^;
Additional Disclaimer: I don’t own Windex, Gain or Alfred Hitchcock’s movie ‘Psycho.’

Lost
Written By: Crimson2006
Beta: BlooShadowFox
Chapter Three: Pay Back

Sasuke followed Naruto into the house, watching as the blonde’s cute ass swayed with every step. In the few short hours that he’d known the boy, the raven had decided that if anyone tried to touch Naruto in a way that he deemed was unacceptable, then he’d make them regret it. Normally Sasuke wasn’t possessive when it came to the people he fucked, or rather the people who fucked him—seeing as Naruto was the first person that he’d topped. But with all things considered, he was willing to make an exception for the blonde and *only the blonde. The raven could honestly say that he never had, and never would give a damn about what Suigetsu did in his spare time and that was a statement that could be equally applied to Gaara. Those two were just his occasional fuck-buddies anyway. A good lay when he needed someone other than Itachi to remind him that he was alive.

Although Naruto had earlier justified his own situation in regards to sex with the need to feel real—the same concept also applied for Sasuke, though he didn’t think that it was necessary to verbally exploit it. Cutting himself was nice –the deed equally matched with drinking and the occasional drugs that he found himself using– but having someone other than Itachi touching him, was also another one of his needs. Not that it meant as much—not that he wasn’t thinking about his brother when it happened. But it was more along the lines that the sensations drawn from those experiences evoked different feelings within him.

Itachi, of course, didn’t know about the others. His Aniki would never allow anyone to fuck what was his and Sasuke felt somewhat disgusted by the fact that he was trying to stress those same principles in regards to Naruto. Still, he knew that things between the two of them were different. The emotions that he and the blonde shared weren’t strained, but mutual. Thus the elder planned on screwing the boy as many times as he could, as often as he could. To let something so precious, something that had nothing to do with his brother –and yet that ability to release was present– slip away… he could never, would never abandon that. Not unless those feelings faded. Of course that didn’t mean that he was going to be in a serious relationship with the blonde. No. Love was non-applicable to the equation. They were both using each other and they understood that. However on that off chance that something did develop between them later on, then the raven figured that he wouldn’t complain. Naruto was definitely long term material, and with that considered –if and when the end of their relationship did come about– then he imagined that they’d probably both go and kill themselves because as of the moment they were only living for each other. Which might not have really been living as much as it was existing; but Sasuke didn’t mind the difference or the damage as long as he had Naruto with him.

“Hey teme, aren’t you going to take your boots off?” Naruto asked as he sat down in the foyer to untie his shoes.

Sasuke absent-mindedly fiddled with the Maltese cross that he had draped around his neck and gave a low sigh. “How long is it going to take you to get ready?”

The blonde frowned at the way his previous question had been dismissed, but he didn’t press the issue. “An hour… maybe? I need to get my stuff together and take a shower; you should probably have one too.” He commented, throwing his tennis-shoes under a small rack that was designed to organize footwear. His step-father was such a neat freak that it wasn’t even funny. The man even kept a basket next to the door for dirty socks, seeing as he didn’t want his expensive rugs to get soiled.

“I’ll take one later,” was the only response given before Sasuke gestured across the street. “Does that bitch always talk to you like that?”

Naruto realized that Sasuke was referring to Tenten and tensed at the question. For a brief moment he wondered if he should answer it honestly. The elder had seemed awfully disgruntled about the issue –if his expression and tone were anything to go by– so he wasn’t sure it was a good idea. Then again lying probably wasn’t any better.

After a second, the blonde gave a reluctant nodded. “Yeah, don’t worry about it though—”

“Don’t worry about it?” Sasuke cut him off. “Fuck that Naruto! You don’t deserve to be treated like shit! I need an ice-pick, some spray paint, a gallon of bleach and anything with ammonia in it.” Naruto shook his head with worry, but the raven was again interjecting before anything could be said. “Oh, and that is her fucking Mercedes, right?” a pale hand pointing to the baby blue vehicle in the neighbor’s driveway.

“Y-yeah, but vandalism is illegal Sasuke, and mixing bleach with ammonia is deadly.”

“Do you think I honestly care; she fucking insulted you! I’m going to go over there, trash that piece of shit she calls a car, douse her interior with chemicals and hope that she fucking asphyxiates when she opens the door… So you can either tell me where the shit is or I can tear this place apart and find it myself.”

Naruto just looked at the other boy. He was absolutely speechless. He couldn’t understand why Sasuke was making such a big deal about the issue. People always put him down. There wasn’t one person –save for the teacher that fucked him– that treated him with any regard and even then, it wasn’t very much.

“Dobe,” Sasuke called suddenly. His tone void of the previous rage as his breath brushed up against a scarred cheek. He was squatting on his haunches now, leaning forward to whisper in the blonde’s ear with a firm, steady voice. “Let me take care of you. Let me do this for you…because you’ve suffered enough. Besides, anyone who disrespects what’s mine deserves to be punished. ”

Pulling back Naruto looked Sasuke in the eye. His blue orbs searching for some sign that the teen wasn’t being honest. He couldn’t let himself think that Sasuke cared for him unless it was true. Surprisingly though, what he found in those dark eyes was a genuine promise. Perhaps it was among questionable emotions, but it was still there. The raven had made a claim on him and apparently meant it. “Y-yours?” he asked.

“Yes, mine.” Sasuke repeated making sure to accentuate the second word; his tongue darting out to lick the boy’s lips before sliding into the familiar mouth. It was a soft kiss, much like the last one they’d shared outside; each boy still able to taste his flavor in the other’s mouth. Naruto could feel Sasuke press him back; their bodies shifting so that the raven was now straddling his waist.

“I wanna fuck you so bad dobe…” the elder whispered, grinding his hips down.

“Ne…Sasuke.” The other whined, “You’re way too horny…”

“Hn, how can I not be when there’s something so fucking delicious right in front of me?” The words were followed by another kiss, this one lighter then the last—a taunt. "Or should I say, underneath me...” The latter half of the statement barely audible against the younger teen’s soft mewls. “I wanna be inside you, deep inside of you Naruto. So far that nobody can tell where I begin and you end…”

“More symbolic shit…”

“It’s not shit…”

The blonde shivered as he felt Sasuke’s hands, ghost down his sides. “S-Sasuke…it’s almost eight, we…we can’t. Please don’t tease me.”

“Well, maybe you should tell me where that stuff is then.”

“Are you serious?” Naruto asked, suddenly appalled by the fact that Sasuke was trying to seduce him over the location of some bleach and ammonia. “Do you know how wrong that sounds?”

Sasuke just smirked. “You’re missing the point dobe; I’m doing this for you. Besides, you’re the one who has the problem with getting caught. I could honestly care less if your old man came home to see me fucking you right here on his thousand dollar Persian rug. And you know what? After I was done pounding your sweet little ass into the floor—stuffing it with my cum, claiming your delicious body all over again—I’d tear off that bastard’s balls, shove them down his throat and while he was suffocating, I’d let you ride me. Just picture it; the last fucking thing that he’d see would be me cumming inside of you and your beautiful face as you reached that perfect high.”

Naruto cheeks flushed at the other boy’s words. “Teme… you’re really messed up in the head you know that?” he nervously half-laughed, trying to lighten the mood between them. He had a very strong feeling that Sasuke was being serious when he made that claim –especially the last part– and it worried Naruto a lot. His step-father had three black belts and was the Head Master at an exclusive dojo in Konoha. Even if the raven was a skilled fighter, the only person who would be missing their balls would be his new friend.

“Maybe…but you like that about me, don’t you?” Sasuke replied knowingly. His hands sliding down the blonde’s body, only to turn around and slither back up it again making Naruto’s shirt slowly ascend with the upward motion. Sensually, the raven leaned down to suck on the boy’s newly exposed flesh; his tongue gliding across the skin with a grace that was both heated and spellbinding. All the while, Sasuke’s free hand –the one he wasn’t using to support himself– was swaying lower and lower, running circles around the odd tattoo that the blonde had inked on his belly.

”Who gave it to you?” Sasuke questioned.

“What, the tattoo?”

“Yeah,” the elder’s tongue slipping out once more, moving down to trace the same design that his fingers had been previously dancing around.

“Ah, I did it myself… when I was thirteen,” Naruto panted, watching with half-lidded eyes. His back arched in pleasure as Sasuke’s tongue dipped into his navel and he let out another soft moan. It was getting to be too much. In a few more minutes he’d be throwing all his common sense out the window again and he couldn’t afford to have that happen. It was clear that one of them needed to act responsibly and it certain wasn’t going to be Sasuke. “Okay, okay! Mercy you manipulating bastard.” he whined, though it was followed by a fit of broken laughter when the elder actually stopped. Naruto couldn’t help it. Sasuke was such a pain, yet at the same time the concept was cute. Being interrogated by a tongue, there was something wrong with that picture, but it was a good kind of wrong. “I concede. I’ll tell you want you want to know. But…I have a demand too.”

Sasuke snorted and crossed his arms. “I don’t recall mentioning that I’d negotiate.”

“Do you want to know where the bleach is or not?” The blonde deadpanned, knowing that Sasuke would never find it on his own. His step-father may have been a neat freak, but he had bizarre places for storing things.

“Okay, fine. Let’s hear it.”

Taking a deep breath, Naruto blushed slightly and spoke his request. “I wanna ride you the next time we have sex.”

The blonde didn’t want to admit it out loud, but he’d never bottomed on-top before. His step father would always take him on his hands and knees like a bitch or on his back with his legs spread wide. It wasn’t much consolation that his teacher screwed him the same way. Everyone was always looking down on him and he wanted it to be the other way around if only once. He wanted to feel what it was like to be on top, to be the one setting the pace, to have something beautiful beneath him. Sasuke –even though he may have simply been joking– had made that comment about letting Naruto ride him and in that one flicker of hope; he needed to know if it was possible or if the raven had just been joking.

One eyebrow rose before Sasuke lips tightened in a thin line. “Are you serious?” he asked, his tone void of all emotion.

Naruto blinked and tried to figure out where his friend was coming from, but he was picking up nothing.” I…um, yeah” he whispered, feeling ashamed. He shouldn’t have asked. Sasuke didn’t understand.

“Geeze dobe, I haven’t even answered yet and you’re pouting. If you keep on looking so goddamn irresistible then I’ll have to let you do it right now—consequences be damned.”

“So wait… you don’t mind, then?” Naruto asked hopefully, his eyes shining brightly with gratitude. Despite the fact that he truly believed that Sasuke’s life motto was ‘Consequences be damned’, it made Naruto happy to know that his friend could be flexible on the matter.

“Fuck no. Feel free to pull my cock out and climb on anytime you want; if we’re lying down on the bed, or sitting on the floor. Hell, even in my car…while I’m driving.”

“How about the police station after we get arrested? I’ve seen you drive teme. With or without glasses, I don’t think that you need any distraction while you’re on the road.”

Sasuke smirked. “Damn dobe, that was low. But seriously…” he replied standing up, lending a hand to the blonde. “I’ve got a Mercedes to trash and you got to go pack. I promise you though, we’ll play later.” Not bothering to pull off his boots, Sasuke dragged Naruto down the hall, determined to get something constructive done and get the hell out of there.

…

It was a quarter to nine by the time Naruto threw his duffle bag and small suitcase in the backseat of the SUV. The dojo where his father worked was fifteen minutes away, which meant they only had 30 minutes to get out of town. It should have been their top priority, but Sasuke was still inside the house making a turkey sandwich. Naruto honestly didn’t know what he was going to do with the raven. Sasuke had some really random tendencies and after he seen what the elder had done to Tenten’s car—he definitely made a note to stay on the guy’s good side.

It really made him wonder though, back at the church Sasuke had told him that Itachi had a lot of strings that he jerked him around with… but they had to be some damn good secrets, else he was sure that Sasuke would have dished out some major retribution to his brother. Then again, maybe it was more than that. Perhaps there was another reason that the raven stayed…which sort of made sense. Naruto had never tried to run away before because he knew there was nowhere for him to go—but Sasuke, Sasuke had a car; he had money and friends in other cities. Why stay and let his brother do those things to him? Why not run away and start a life someplace else. Sure the guy’s father was the chief of police, but if the man was dense enough not to realize that his sons were sleeping together, then what kind of cop was he? Surely Sasuke would have been able to get away. And the raven was so damn smart; manipulative too. It made Naruto think that Sasuke could get away with a lot more then what he led on. Which left him with the question of why would he wait till now to make a move?

“Hey dobe!” The subject of his muse called, opening the driver’s side door.

The blonde turned his head just in time to catch the turkey sandwich that was being launched at him before Sasuke climbed in and started the car.

“Hey teme-" he answered stiffly, trying to fight back a yawn. He’d had a really busy day and everything was finally starting to catch up with him.

“Tired?”

“Yeah, a little.” Looking out the window, Naruto watched as Sasuke pulled away from the curb—his step-father’s house vanishing from sight. It was the last time he was ever going to see that place—or at least that’s what he hoped. Still, the whole thing felt surreal. Could it really be this easy? Just wake up one day, decided that you were ready to die, and then, only minutes before plunging to your death, meet someone that made you want to keep on living; who wanted to take you away from your pain and suffering. A person that cared about things that nobody else seemed to notice, even if said figure hardly knew anything about who you were? It didn’t seem real. Not meeting Sasuke, not choosing to live, not even now—sitting there in the car, the dim luminance’s from the light-posts filtering in through the windows before dying out again, only to be replaced by another thread of eerie yellow light.

“If I close my eyes, am I going to find out that this was all a dream?” He asked, turning to watch the raven’s expression.

Sasuke glanced at Naruto for a moment; the dark frames of his glasses making his pale skin look even whiter, while at the same time enhancing the deep features of his hair and eyes. Reaching out, he undid the blonde’s seatbelt and pulled the boy closer to him –letting Naruto’s head to rest on his lap. “Go to sleep dobe. I promise that I’ll be here when you wake up.”

The younger teen nodded slightly, and closed his eyes. After trashing Tenten’s car, Sasuke had changed out of his leather pants and opted to put on a pair of baggy, grey sweatpants instead. Complementing the aforementioned article was a black tee-shirt that had the word ‘DEATH’ written on the front it, and a parade of creepy looking skulls twisted in some weird design on the back. Both of these Naruto noted, smelt like Gain detergent. It was a comforting aroma that made him think of warm summer days, back when he was younger. Thoughts of happier times washed over him, and Naruto drifted further into a dream-like state.

“Teme…” he mumbled, barely registering the sensation of fingers running through his hair. Part of Naruto knew he should be worried if Sasuke was driving one handed, but the other half was too tired to care. Plus being touched like that felt really nice. It almost seemed like a loving gesture; doting and solicitous –something slightly different from all the ways that they’d touched before. “Thank you…”

“Hn. Whatever Usuratonkachi.” the raven replied; the forgotten turkey sandwich falling to the floor as he turned onto the highway.

…

It was almost three a.m. when Sasuke finally pulled off the road and into a motel parking lot that was off some random exit in the middle of nowhere. Automatically he thought about Alfred Hitchcock’s classic film, ‘Psycho.’ The motel was just that kind of run-down creepy. Sporting nothing modern, there was a single row of rooms all lined up, the building accentuated by a half-rotting veranda that started at the manager’s office and went all the way down to the last room. In the furthest corner, almost out into the woods, a flickering lamppost sat; the single light dimming every few seconds, giving an almost strobe-like effect to the surrounding area. Added to the unpaved parking lot and vintage ice machine—like where someone might find a dead body in an old scary movie—the whole place screamed ominous.

By first choice, this was not where Sasuke would have liked to have stayed. But given the fact that he was taking the back roads to get to Oto, he pretty much knew he was going to have to put up with it. Not that he minded the eerie atmosphere. Actually he actually liked it. But the accommodations were probably rotten, and given his insomnia he required a nice comfy bed in order to fall asleep. Still, maybe looks could be deceiving; though in this case he highly doubted it.

Pulling up to the front office; the raven slid out the driver’s side door, careful not to wake his blonde. So far he was thankful that Naruto didn’t snore, nor did the boy drool all over the place while he slept. Those were just two more qualities that reinforced the fact that Naruto was a good, long term candidate. It may have seemed wrong, but there were certain quirks that Sasuke couldn’t live with—no matter how hot the sex was. Lightly shutting the car door, he sauntered up to the main office and entered the tiny room. Immediately, his senses were attacked with the warm spice that one might produce when burning incenses, and underneath that was another familiar smell that Sasuke recognized as pot. It brought about a nostalgic feeling and made him wish that he hadn’t smoked all his on the way to Konoha.

Shaking that feeling away –because he was not going to try and buy pot off of someone he didn’t know in the middle of fucking nowhere– Sasuke leaned over and tapped the small bell on the counter. As he waited for someone to come through the bead-draped threshold, he let his eyes wandered around the room, taking in the faded pictures on the wall and some old memorabilia from back in the 60’s. Apparently the place had been around for a long time. That or the owner had a fetish for collectibles.

“Hello, what can I do you for?” A tall, odd looking man in his mid thirties asked as he entered the room. He had torn red hair and was dressed in a pair of ripped blue jeans, sporting a wildlife tee-shirt that said ‘Fur free’ which was ironic given his gruff appearance. On the right hand side of the outfit was a plastic nametag that read: ‘hello my name is Juugo.’

Yeah, there was no fucking way Sasuke was going to try and buy weed off of this guy, his beady orange like eyes practically screamed psychopath. “I need the nicest room you have.”

The man eyed Sasuke before looking out the window to the SUV. “Are you here by yourself?”

“No.” The teen deadpanned, pulling out his wallet. He didn’t come here to make conversation and hopefully ‘furry’ would get the clue and drop the dialogue. Thankfully, Juugo just nodded his head and typed up the information on an old time computer, printing out the receipt with an even older printer. The thing sounded like it was going to fall apart with each swipe of the bar, and Sasuke rubbed his temple to ease away the headache he was getting. If Juugo really was a killer, then he had the means of torture down perfectly.

“It’ll be… eighty-nine, ninety-nine.”

Sasuke slammed down a hundred dollar bill and mumbled something about keeping the change before snagging his receipt and keys and hurrying out the front door. Even after he was back in the parking lot, he could still feel Juugo’s eyes on him and the raven suddenly realized that he’d probably been better off if it was Norman Bates running the place, because at least he would have known what the others M.O. was. Looking down at the key, he noted that they were going to be staying in room number 5A, which was apparently at the opposite end of the establishment and very far away from Juugo. For this, the raven was truly thankful. (1)

“Hey dobe.” he called, opening up the back door to pull out his messenger bag and Naruto’s suitcase. “We’re at a motel so wake up.”

The boy in the front seat groaned a bit and looked up at Sasuke, his hair flat on the one side while his eyes were laced with tiny bits of sleep. “What?” Then, as if the words had registered to his brain a little too slowly he added, “What time is it?”

“Late. Itachi’s going to be calling me though, so I figured we’d stop and rest for a while.”

Naruto frowned and looked at his watch. It was indeed late, and he wondered why in the hell Itachi would be calling Sasuke at such a godforsaken hour. Oto wasn’t that far away, so there was only an hour time difference between there and Konoha, but it still made it extremely late in both places. Shaking his confusion away, Naruto staggered out the passenger side door and followed Sasuke at a slow pace; finally taking notice of his new surroundings. Where the hell were they? The Bates Motel?

“Fuck… this place is weird.” He mumbled, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and moving a little closer to Sasuke. “Couldn’t you pick something more…normal? I mean, I know your eccentric, but this is a little much. ”

“It was this motel or the car.” Sasuke retorted, opening up the door to their room.

From the inside the place actually looked nice. There was a single bed pressed up against the northern wall, with two square end tables –one on each side– and both sporting little brass lamps. Across from that there was an armoire, fully stocked with the standard T.V. and cable package, and to the right of that there was a desk. The carpet was a short, shaggy blue color and there was a small hallway at the end which probably led to the bathroom. Along the walls there were various pictures of wildlife and scenic prints—replacing the typical ‘fruit in a bowl’ decor that old places seemed to favor.

Naruto immediately pulled off his white tee shirt, shoes and grunge style jeans before moving towards the bed. After checking the sheets for spiders –because Naruto hated spiders, and had the constant habit of checking his bed, clothes and shoes to make sure that the creepy crawlers weren’t hiding in there– he tucked himself in and closed his eyes. The mattress wasn’t really that comfortable, but it was better than the hardwood floor or Sasuke’s SUV and within a few minutes, he’d drifted off to sleep.

Sasuke just smirked at Naruto’s antics. The blonde was truly something. Dropping the suitcase on the floor, the raven made his way to the bathroom and locked the door. He didn’t waste any time peeling off his own clothes, his pale hand running along a particular scar that lined the inner side of his creamy white thighs. There were three marks altogether, each a good six inches long. Itachi had given them to him—scarred him in a physical sense so that he could never forget what transpired between them. But in another way, it was more than that because each line also stood for a lesson. Something to both punished Sasuke with, and remind him who it was that owned his ass. Three strikes, his mistakes…Would being with Naruto make it four?

Lost in thought, the raven nearly jumped when his phone went off with the familiar ring tone. Picking up the cell, he pushed the talk button and answered coolly. “Aniki.”

“Otouto,” the acknowledgment was brisk, before the other got down to business. “Where are you? What are you doing? And what are you wearing?”

“I’m in the fucking boonies, in a hack-in-slash motel bathroom waiting for you to call. And I’m not wearing anything.” He answered punctually.

There was a slight chuckle. “Are you eager to please me tonight Otouto? I usually have to talk you out of your clothes. Take a picture. I want to see you. ”

Sasuke gave an exasperated sigh. For as many times as they’d done this, the youth still despised it. This particular game –and there were many that Itachi made him play– had first begun several years back when Sasuke had gone on a summer camping. But now, anytime that the raven wasn’t home, his Aniki would call him up at a designated hour and they’d engage in a hyped up version of phone sex. Of course Sasuke always had the right to object, but that was no good seeing as he had to go home eventually and his brother’s wrath would be waiting for him.

Thus, that was how he earned lesson number one.

Do as I say, always as I say and NEVER question it or I’ll make you regret it.

Sasuke looked down to his thigh and shook his head at the distasteful memory. A lot had happened on those nights, and just because he only harbored one physical scar per a lesson, didn’t mean that there weren’t dozens of invisible ones that accompanied them.

“Yeah, well, I couldn’t stop thinking about you Aniki…You know how much I need you. How much I want you deep inside me…” He whispered, feeling his cock twitch as he ran his free hand up and down his body, nails lightly grazing over the flesh, eliciting shivers of delight. Pointing the cell phone at himself, he snapped a picture and hit the send button.

“You’re such a dirty slut, you know that Otouto?” the elder replied.

“Yeah, but I’m your dirty slut…”

There was a short pause before Itachi spoke again, the sound of shuffling indicating that he was probably looking at the picture Sasuke had just sent. “Ummm…you’re already hard, I guess you were thinking about me. Touch yourself and take another one.”

“Yes Aniki.” Sasuke replied, but corrected himself when his brother cleared his throat. “Yes, Master.” It figured that the jack-ass was in one of those moods. Running his pale hand down his body, Sasuke leaned his back against the wall, stroking himself a few more times before taking another picture.

“Tell me what you’re thinking about?” Itachi lulled, waiting for his new image to load.

“I’m thinking about your hands, Aniki. How they’d feel wrapped around my cock, the warm heat of your palm stroking me ever so slowly, making me beg for more. It feels so good.” Sasuke bit back a loud moan as his thumb ran over the slit of his weeping member, his hips thrusting outward at the touch.

“Ummm…be a good little whore and beg for it.”

Sasuke swallowed heavily, he hated this. Hated how Itachi talked to him; hated the things that his brother made him say or do, but he didn’t really have the choice not to do them, so he consented. “Please master…” he started, his voice hitching as he stroked himself a little bit faster.

Closing his eyes Sasuke tried to will the images of his brother away. He didn’t want to cum for the bastard, so instead he thought about Naruto. About the sweet innocent boy that was just on the other side of wall. Naruto was so perfect; a being that was untainted despite the darkness that surrounded his life. Sasuke moaned again but this time it was much louder—much more passionate then before. He wasn’t thinking about Itachi touching him; instead it was tan hands fondling his cock, soft rouge colored lips that were swallowing him up, sucking him dry, making him want to cum. “Please…”

“Please what?” Itachi asked, amused because his brother really sounded into it. Normally it took a lot longer to get the boy this worked up and he couldn’t help but wonder if Sasuke was on drugs. Not that the elder minded, in fact it just turned him on more. He loved it when his brother was submissive without all the excessive lip. “Beg for me Otouto. Tell me how badly you want me to shove my dick up your ass when you come home.”

“Please Aniki…” Sasuke was stroking himself faster, his mind flooding back to earlier that day when he was with Naruto at the church.” Please…I need you.” He begged, recalling the tight heat from when he’d penetrated the blonde, and the all wonderful sounds that the youth had made when he’d slid in and out of that perfect, puckered hole.” I need you inside me.” Sasuke’s body shuttered as his mind reminisced about the flavor of Naruto’s cock—the feeling of his mouth encircling that smooth skin and the way that the teen’s bitter-sweet cum had flowed down his throat as if it were the breath of life. Sasuke licked his lips greedily, wanting to taste the essence again.

“Fuck me.” He rasped.” Fuck me raw. Shove your cock up inside of me and screw me like a whore. I’m your slut Itachi...” Squeezing his eyes shut, he basked in his memories—the feeling of the blonde’s sweet lips, that sensual tongue rubbing against the underside of his swollen member, brushing over that vein again and again. It was all heaven when he’d had it and hell now that he didn’t. His whole body was trembling at the thought of Naruto touching him, and he felt his muscles clench in anticipation.

”Oh god…I’m so close…Please Aniki, Itachi, Master!” he begged, his voice dripping with desperation.

“What will you do if I let you cum?”

More images of sun kissed skin, golden locks and eyes so blue that the sky envied them, flooded his mind. Sasuke could fell tears sting his eyes as his chest filled with a heavy pressure. “Anything Aniki, Please…!” He felt so confused, so guilty. He wanted Naruto, but he was begging for Itachi and the more he called out to his Aniki, the more the he wanted his brother to actually touch him.

“Anything?”

“Yes goddamn it. Just let me cum." he sobbed, knowing that Itachi was going to deny him.

As if on cue, the husky voice on the other end of the phone answered with a stiff. “No.”

Immediately Sasuke released his swollen member and went through the mechanical actions of taking another picture. Itachi always wanted proof that he hadn’t cum, and so the raven had learned to send the evidence without being told.

“Very good Otouto, I’m impressed. You sounded rather…worked up. Were you watching porn before I called or do you really miss me that much?” Itachi taunted as he looked at the latest file. It was a rhetorical question so Sasuke didn’t bother to answer it, but rather awaited his next command and tried to calm himself. "Okay little brother, since you’re so eager tonight, let’s be creative. I want you to stick something inside yourself.”

A frown forged itself on Sasuke’s visage and he looked around. Something implied an object other than his fingers. Seeing as he was in the bathroom at a cheap motel, there wasn’t much to go with. Pushing away from the wall, the youth moved around towards the toilet. “What about the handle on the plunger? “He asked, though he seriously hoped that Itachi said no. Sasuke was not up to sticking that up his ass.

“Be more creative Otouto. “

“It’s a fucking bathroom, what you want me to do, unscrew the handles on the cabinets and fuck myself with them!”

The other end of the line was silent for a good minute before Itachi asked,” Are they the short fat handles or the long thick ones?”

Sasuke felt his stomach knot up, but pulled himself together. He could lie about them, but Itachi would order him take a picture. “Latter,” he answered. He supposed it could be worse—no, he actually knew it could be. Itachi had shoved all kinds of foreign objects up his ass and down his throat –so the handle off of a cabinet was like a walk through the park. (2)

“Then yes Otouto; I want you to screw yourself with a cabinet handle and once you’ve gotten it shoved up your tight little ass –I want you to record it and sent it to me.” (3)

The raven mumbled his understanding and set the phone down, shuffling through his clothes to find his Swiss army knife. It was going to be a long night. (4)

…

It was a little after seven in the morning when Sasuke finally climbed into bed with Naruto. For the last four hours, Itachi had put him through hell. Even when the elder Uchiha was hundreds of miles away, he still owned Sasuke and that bothered the boy a lot. But perhaps what was even worse than that was the longer that he’d talked with his Aniki, the more he’d enjoyed it. Near the end he’d been begging –seriously begging– for his brother to let him cum and it disgusted Sasuke that he’d actually wanted to have the bastard’s dick up his ass—that he’d moaned for it, cried for it, practically consented to having Itachi molest him the second he got back home. It didn’t really matter that his brother was going to do that stuff anyway; but it was a cruel and unusual form of punishment for the elder to make Sasuke say that he wanted it.

Yes, the nineteen year old had to say those things or Itachi would keep him on the phone for as long as it took—and if Sasuke didn’t agree to it, they lost the connection, or his cell phone battery died, then his Aniki would beat the shit out of him the first chance that he got.

The most detrimental part of the equation was even deeper than that though. Because Sasuke knew that most of the time –when he said those things– part of him meant it.

“Would you say that I’m cruel to you Otouto?”

“Not necessarily…”

“Do I make you feel good?”

“God, yes…”

“…Then you like it when I'm inside of you?”

“More than anything…”

“Then if I let you cum—”

“You can do anything you want to me when I get back home. I-I won’t object.”

“No matter what…?”

Sasuke swallowed thickly, “I promise…”

Itachi smirked as he stroked himself, listening to his brother pant heatedly over the phone. He could tell that the boy was close to cumming. “Do you love me Sasuke?”

The younger raven closed his eyes and whispered softly. “Without a doubt, I’d die a slow and painful death without you Aniki…”

Sasuke suddenly had the strong urge to bang his head against the wall with the hopes that he could kill off all his retarded brain cells as he recalled his previous thoughts. Itachi was right—he was a whore. A fucking, dirty, nasty little whore… He might as well have had the word ‘cum-slut’ tattooed on his forehead, that way everyone could line up and get a piece of his ass. And yeah, he was slutty enough to let everyone have a go at least twice.

Flipping over to the other side, Sasuke laid there with his back to Naruto. Even though they hadn’t actually made the claim that they were going to be loyal to each other, he still felt a little bad for enjoying it so much with Itachi –if [i]enjoying[/i] it could be considered the right word– and as a result, he didn’t want to look at the blonde. Plus the bed was really uncomfortable, and it was hard trying to find a good position to lie in. Or at least that’s what he kept telling himself.

Closing his dark eyes, the elder wondered if Tenten had seen her car yet, or if Naruto’s step father was blowing a gasket. The raven realized that they were petty thoughts—things meant to distract him from the real issue at hand, though he chose to ignore that part of the equation. Feeling the bed shift suddenly, his eyelids popped open and he turned to see that Naruto was sitting up, the pale light from the bathroom giving just enough color to the room that he could make out the blonde’s worried expression.

“Does your brother always call you like that?”

Sasuke turned back around and faced the wall. “Go to sleep dobe.” He didn’t want to talk about it. He wasn’t going to talk about it, no matter what. It wasn’t any of Naruto’s business anyway. The raven listened to the silence for a few minutes until the squeaky mattress shifted again and he felt the other lie down next to him, tan arms pulling him close so that their bodies were spooned together. Closing his eyes the elder tried to find sleep, but that surreal state of mind refused to take him.

“I’m here for Sasuke, you know that right?” Naruto’s voice was low, but amid the silence of night it sounded deafening.

“Shut up and go to sleep.” he growled, pushing the blonde away and pulling the covers over his head. He just wanted to be left alone, didn’t Naruto understand that? Apparently the answer to that question was no, because a few seconds later he could feel a tug on the sheets, and then that familiar warm body was right there next to him, hidden underneath the blanket. He could feel Naruto’s hands trace his contour, not really in a provocative way, but rather a kind, soothing sort of gesture. It was nice, and the raven felt himself relax a little.

“You’re like a bowl of freshly made ramen, too hot to eat at first, but if you blow on it softly it becomes edible.”

Sasuke arched a brow and suddenly started laughing. It was a low rumble at first; but soon it had developed into something more pronounced. “What?” he chocked, tears falling from his eyes as he tried to catch his breath. It wasn’t really that funny, but for some reason he couldn’t help it. Another wave of chuckles erupted and the raven honestly couldn’t recall laughing so hard or so long, in his whole life. There had to be something seriously wrong with him.

Naruto however just huffed at the reaction. “Don’t make fun of me teme!” he whined.” I was trying to be symbolic.” Although it had hurt his feelings a little bit, Naruto couldn’t help but let the corner of his lips curl up when he saw his friend acting so carefree. Sasuke looked absolutely gorgeous when he smiled, and that laugh, it was so intoxicating that it had to be illegal. “I like ramen by the way.” He added as an afterthought, so that the raven would at least know that he’d been trying to give him a compliment.

Finally able to get a grip on his emotions, Sasuke wiped his eyes and looked at the dark image of the boy who was lying next to him. “That has to be the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard…” He commented.

The smile that had been happily planted on the blonde’s face, slipped away and he was about to say something snide in return, when the raven cut him off. It was a habit that Sasuke seemed to be rather fond of.

“…Say it again dobe.”

The words tumbled from Naruto’s mouth at the command, and again Sasuke couldn’t help it as he gave an uncharacteristic chuckle. However, this time the blonde joined in as well, finally finding humor in his oddly drawn statement. The two of them continued to laugh for several more minutes until their throats were dry; both content when a breath of silence followed. Naruto snuggled up to Sasuke –who by then, had regained his stoic composure– his tan hand tracing haphazard patterns on the elder’s bare chest. Circles, squares; little doodles that really made no shape at all—nibble fingers danced playfully along the perfect expanse of pale flesh and Sasuke felt a shiver run down his spine.

“I’m glad you’re all mine.” Sasuke whispered, his arm wedging itself underneath and then around the blonde, pulling their bodies even closer.

Naruto nodded in response, snuggling deeper into the raven’s chest. “I’m glad that I have you too teme." his words carefully drawn. “…Even if you’re a little crazy. And speaking of which, do you think Tenten knows about what happened to her car yet?”

“Hn. One can only hope dobe.”

…

Tenten stood in front of the hallway mirror, applying yet another coat of gloss to her perfect lips. Giving her hair a quick pat down and shaking away any lint that might have accumulated on her outfit, she grabbed her backpack, toed on her shoes and headed out the front door.

Stepping out on to the porch, she noted that it was a nice spring morning. The air bearing the faint aroma of freshly cut grass, something that spoke volumes to the sunny day that lay ahead. Down the road she could hear some of the neighbor’s kids arguing about random topics, and a few seconds later a group of her classmate pedaled by on their bikes.

“Good morning Lee, Hinata, Kiba!” She called out, gaining smiles and waves from each person.

Tenten honestly didn’t know why they rode their bikes to school because they all had expensive cars sitting in their driveway, though she figured that Lee had something to do with it. Although the boy was a ‘billion dollar’ kind of rich, he had rather interesting goals and the most atrocious eyebrows, but oddly enough, she still considered him as one of her friends. Truth be told, everyone in their neighborhood knew and socialized with each other –save for Naruto of course– because he was trash and nobody wanted to be his friend. They’d all heard about what had happened a few years back, and even if it was an accident, Tenten didn’t buy that excuse. It was enough that nobody wanted to associate themselves with the delinquent. (5)

With a little kick in her step the eighteen-year old filed down the front steps and looked up to her beautiful Mercedes. It had been a gift from her mother for her sixteenth birthday and it was Tenten’s most beloved car. She had two others, but they were nothing compared to her ‘baby.’ Every time she seen the gorgeous piece of machinery, it made her want to smile. And today was no different until she saw what awaited her.

In less than a second, Tenten’s whole world seemed to crumble and she felt her heart sink deep into her chest. One hand immediately went to her mouth and dark eyes threatened to spew tears at what laid before her. Her Mercedes was trashed. All four of her tires were slashed; the word ‘WHORE’ was spray-painted on the front window and scratched into the hood was the statement: ‘Tenten is a SLUT, don’t fuck her because she has HERPES… payback is a BITCH!’

At that moment there were a million things running through the girls mind, some of them rage, other’s embarrassment –obviously everyone who looked at her car was going to read that statement and think that she actually had herpes– there was sadness, pain and the most prominent emotion; confusion. She couldn’t understand who would want to do something like this. She was a nice girl, everyone in school loved her.

Letting her feet carry her to the broken vehicle, she braced herself for the damage that might reside inside. Seeing as she had tinted windows, it was hard to tell if the interior of her car was ruined or not. And because she lived in a nice neighborhood, she’d never bothered to set the alarm or lock her doors, which mean that the perpetrator had easy access to the whole thing. Opening the door cautiously; the brunette suck her head inside the car and got a whiff of something horrid. Ignoring it for the moment, she looked around to see that everything was still there, but her interior was drenched in what smelt like bleach and… Tenten paused, Windex?

Immediately she pulled back and slammed the door shut, her mind tingling slightly by the fact that she’d inhaled what she knew was a deadly combination. The exposure to it was minimal –so she doubted that she was going to die– but what if she hadn’t known? It could have killed her.

Shaking her head, the teen again tried to figure out who might have done such a horrible thing, only to come up empty handed. Tragedies such as this weren’t supposed to happen to good people like herself; she was rich, popular and lived in a nice community. The whole thing was wrong, and in unnerved her to think that someone she knew, could be cruel enough to vandalize her beloved car.

Absent-mindedly Tenten glanced across the street and mused about the irony of it all. Something like this should have happened to Naruto—not her. Nobody liked him anyway.

Suddenly the girl’s eyes widened a bit. She’d just had an epiphany. “Uzumaki!” she hissed. Quicker than lightening she was storming across the street and up to her neighbor’s front door, her fist pounding on the wood at a frantic pace. “You little piece of shit! I know it was you! Open the door Naruto!”

After what felt like forever, the front door finally opened and a very pissed-off man with short silver hair stood looking down at the girl who had just woke him up. ”Tenten?” he question, his voice sharp like a dagger.

The girl swallowed loudly, but kept her firm composure.

“Is Naruto here?” She asked. “Because if he is, he better get his ass down here or I’m calling the police. That little…jerk,” her voice wavering as she tried to keep her temper in check, "…trashed my car.” She honestly had no proof other then speculation, but she planned on making the blonde confess one way or another. She was a popular girl and with a little persuasion she could have the whole school treating him like shit. Not that they hadn’t before, but they could kick it up a notch.

Mizuki raised an eyebrow, “I’m sorry Tenten. First off, Naruto’s not here. Secondly, the boy has a heart of gold; he doesn’t bare that sort of animosity towards people. Believe me, I know.” And it was true, if Naruto was going to have the balls to do anything, then it certainly wouldn’t be towards some girl. Mizuki had given the blonde thousands of reasons to hate him, but the teen had simply endured them all and greeted him every morning with a smile. Grant it that the expression was fake, but Naruto was an optimistic person—naïve and very stupid. The older man figured that by smiling, Naruto actually hoped that things between them might change. The blonde of course was wrong and Mizuki enjoyed disappointing him.

“Okay, then it must have been that friend of his!”

The man tensed slightly at the mention of a companion. As far as he knew, Naruto didn’t have any. “What friend?”

“The guy…Oh what’s his name? Sasuke, I think? The one that drives that black Mazda CX-7.”

“I’m sorry Tenten, I don’t know any Sasuke.” And with that Mizuki rudely slammed the door in the girls face.

He was pissed.

Storming into the kitchen, the sliver haired man made himself a cup of coffee before turning around to look at the far wall. The message left there hadn’t made much sense last night, but now things were slowly falling into place. Apparently Naruto had a little buddy that he’d run off with which was very surprising. Mizuki had honestly been shocked when he’d come home to find that the teen wasn’t there—only to be appalled by the message that had been spray painted on his wall. Still, he’d figured that the brat was just being stupid and had spent the night out on the streets or something…as if to make a point. He’d never expected him to have actually run away. It was a measure that Mizuki refused to take lightly and when he found Naruto, he planned on making sure that the blonde would never run away again.

The matter of course was a delicate issue. Especially since the person who his foster son was with seemed to know about their relationship—if the statement he’d come home to had a secondary meaning, and Mizuki was sure that it did. It was a prospect that pretty much knocked out the idea of notifying the police, not only because things might get messy, but also for the fact that the lack of circulating knowledge would make it that much easier to ‘take care’ of the problem once he’d found this Sasuke. It seemed that Naruto had forgotten what had happened to the last friend that tried to help him, and the boy obviously needed to be reminded.

Stealing one last glance at the message, Mizuki padded out of the room, leaving behind the words: ‘He’s mine now. Go blow yourself!’ to the dark room. He already had a name and car model, so it was only a matter of time before he taught this Sasuke person a lesson in regards to who exactly Naruto belonged to.

“I hope you’re ready for me blondie; because there’s no way in hell that I’m letting you go.”

~End Chapter:
(1) Norman Bates was the guy who ran the motel in ‘Psycho,’ if you’ve never seen the movie, I recommend it. The original, not the remake… Also, for those of you who don’t know, M.O. stands for,
Modus operandi; which means one’s method or way of doing something.
(2) When I say cabinet handle, think about lateral (not horizontal) ones that only attach at the top. There long, start thin at the base and get wider near the end (the tip is tear shaped) and they’re really smooth.
(3) Sasuke has a Sanyo 8400 White Flip phone that can record up to 30 seconds max with expandable memory card, encase someone was wondering. So it’s not like one of those phones that only records for 10 seconds.
(4) For those of you who don’t know, a Swiss army knife has a screwdriver attachment on it…thus; to get the cabinet handles off, Sasuke needed it.
(5) Confused by what Tenten said about Naruto…? I’ll get to it later on in the story and you’ll understand more then.
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