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Opposite Sides of the Tracks	By : kizukatana Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1622 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- xXx –
It was definitely the weirdest job interview that Naruto had ever had.
"You can call me Hinata-sama," the woman said, with a slight smile. "What would you like me to call you?"
Naruto noticed her phrasing, and assumed that she had correctly guessed that Naruto was not likely to give her his real name. "Menma," he said.
She laughed, "You couldn't come up with something more normal?"
"Well, my real name was food-related, so I decided to stay in the same category," he answered truthfully.
"Hmmmm. So, Menma, what kind of trouble are you running from?"
Again, Naruto was not surprised that she had guessed this. Most people were smart enough to realize you don't live on the street by choice. And he felt no real reason to hide much from her. It's not like there would be a reward offered for him. "I didn't commit any crimes. I just need to stay off the radar until I turn 18."
"Yes, I remember needing to do something similar, when I was around your age. Probably for similar reasons. It's actually how I got into the business. How hard do you think your family is looking for you? Would they find you on an online site, if you didn't use your name?"
"Do you do child porn?"
"Never," Something in Hinata's expression told Naruto that she had some personal, bad history with this, potentially worse than his, so he didn't push her. "Age of consent in Japan might be 13, but I don't usually take anyone under 18. You look older than 16. If we decide this is something you are interested in, I would put your profile at probably 18, so if anyone did a search for you using your general stats, you would not show up."
"Then it won't be a problem," Naruto said. "So what does this entail? I don't have much experience in this kind of stuff."
Hinata quirked an eyebrow in slight disbelief. "With porn or with sex? I guess it doesn't matter. Our site is about fantasy and image, not about the act itself. There are twelve people in our house, each catering to a different taste. Each person has their own bedroom room, small living area, and bathroom. There are, of course, cameras everywhere. And I mean everywhere," she slanted Naruto a look, to be sure he understood. "Any in-person meetings with your viewers are arranged at your own discretion, and I am not involved with that part of it. You earn money based on a cut of what people pay to view your site. Your cut will be 25%. We test run for a week and see if you have any followers, and then decide whether it is going to work out or not. And that's it. I have very few rules around what you do to drive traffic to your site. Obviously, the more skin you show, the higher the traffic. If you bring someone back to your room, though, you have to let them know about the cameras. Most of our housemates go with 'self-service' demonstrations. Some bring in partners, and others just do normal activities but make them look hot. You should see Kiara polish the silver candlestick holders in her little maid's outfit. It is quite a performance."
"Hmm, I can imagine," he cleared his throat, trying to keep his thoughts on topic. "So, you're saying I don't actually have to have sex on camera. I just need to… do what exactly?"
"What do you like to do?"
Naruto tried to connect her question with his. "I don't know how to answer that question. You mean with girls?"
"I mean in general. Do you like to dance, read, play video games, what?"
"Well, I work out a lot... I'm pretty good in the ring, so I train at some of the martial arts gyms in Kabukicho and Roppongi (Hinata looked curiously at him as he mentioned two of the rougher parts of town). I like most sports, and play a lot of basketball. And I like to draw, I guess. It's been a while since I was able to think about what I'd like to do in my free time."
"Working out is good. And the fewer clothes you wear, of course the better. Drawing could be fine as well… we'd have to play it by ear. Are you in school?"
"Not anymore, but I want to go back at some point, once my life stabilizes a bit."
She simply nodded, again not judging. "One of the people in our house is pretty good at tutoring. It would be – interesting to see the two of you together. She has the whole sexy librarian thing going. So what do you think?"
They had pulled up in front of a stylish but otherwise normal looking house in a pretty decent part of Tokyo… definitely not the red light district.
"What side of the door would my room lock from?"
Hinata looked him squarely in the eye. "It locks from the inside. You are free to come and go as you please. Just let your viewers know your schedule so they don't get annoyed paying to view an empty room."
"OK. Well, this sounds a lot better than what my other options would be at this point. So... what comes next?"
"First, we'll introduce you to your housemates. Then you and I will talk about what role you think would work best for you, and I'll do a little shopping."
-xXx -
Naruto showered and changed into the clothes that Hinata had purchased for him. She had told him that the cameras wouldn't be turned on until after the photo shoot, so he took his last few moments of privacy to notice where they all were. In the shower, at the sink, over the bed, and 3 in the small living area. The only place that was 'video free' was the small room with the toilet. But Naruto had been warned that if he spent too much time locked in there, that could change. He assumed that meant that basically any jacking-off needed to take place in full view of the cameras. He hoped that the shower was hot enough to produce sufficient steam to cover him. But it was still better than actually getting pimped out. And jerking off was a healthy, normal activity for a teenage boy, anyway. He wasn't going to worry about it.
The clothes were pretty similar to what he usually wore - black tank top (a little tighter than his old one, but whatever), black thin cotton boxers and tan cargo pants. He was glad she hadn't put him in studded leather like one of the other guys in the house. But Hinata had only laughed when he had asked her about that and said that this worked better if the fantasy was close to the actual reality of the person. And Naruto, she had decided, would be a great 'sexy athlete' fantasy. His housemates included the 'naughty schoolgirl', the 'sexy librarian', 'bondage boy', and many others that Naruto met. He had been a unsure how to greet them, but most seemed to be pretty normal, given everything, only a few years older, and similar backgrounds in general.
Hinata knocked and came in. "All set? Good. Let me have a look at you." She came over and ran her fingers through his hair, ruffling it a bit more. He couldn't help but wonder how old she was. She didn't look like she was more than 3 or 4 years older than him, tops. But she already had her own businesses, and - judging by her car - a successful one at that.
"Still missing something," she looked at him consideringly. She pulled off the necklace from around her neck, a leather string with a blue crystal attached, and put it on him. "Perfect. Now, I am going to set up the lighting, and you should go lay down on the bed. Unzip your pants, and pull them down a little so they are just below your hip bones. And you can keep the boxers fully on. We won't do any nude shots." Naruto wasn't embarrassed by nudity, but he didn't want to just go all out and post pictures of his dick all over the internet, either. He left that sort of thing to the politicians. He had boundaries. Even if they were much farther out than most people's.
Naruto did as she directed, and she arranged the pillows around him so that he was more reclining rather than actually laying down.
"Ok, so now this is how it is going to work. The idea is to get pictures that capture the imagination. I am going to ask you to fantasize about something very specific, and I am going to take pictures of you while you do that. Viewers will look at these pictures, and imagine that they are the thing you are fantasizing about. For it to work, you have to get into it, and really focus. Make sense?"
"Um, ok. I think so."
"Ok, so first, I want you to think about someone that you find compelling and attractive, but inaccessible to you in some way. It can be anyone... a teacher, a friend that is 'just friends', someone else's lover... just someone untouchable, but desirable. Someone you think about when you don't want to. Someone you admire. Someone you think deserves better than you." Images of people flitted through Naruto's mind, but somehow he kept coming back to Sasuke's face.
"Are you thinking of someone?"
"I guess," Naruto felt a little uncomfortable... he probably should just pick some girl to think about, like he usually did when he jerked off in private, but there really wasn't one that fit the description that Hinata had laid out. He didn't think too much about why that might be.
"Good. Now close your eyes, and just focus on my voice. Every once in a while, I will ask you to look at me, but otherwise try to just follow my voice." Her voice had altered. Now it was low and intimate. Almost hypnotic.
"I want you to imagine that you are in the shower. Feel the hot water running over your body, the steam relaxing you. You have finished washing yourself, and you're feeling clean and relaxed. You are just enjoying the luxury of feeling the heat and total privacy of the shower." Naruto heard the sound of the camera clicking softly. "Look at me." Obediently, he opened his eyes and she took a few photos. "Close your eyes again. You feel a hand slide up your back, slick with soap. You turn around. It is the person that you were thinking of, your fantasy. You look at them... they are naked, in the shower with you. Look at their body... they are aroused, and looking at you. Looking at your body. You are alone with them in the shower, and no one will ever know." Naruto's breath caught, the image that was being woven in his brain shutting out everything else in the world. He swallowed, feeling the prickles of sweat break out on his brow.
"You feel their thumb rub against your lower lip. Their hand cups the back of your neck and pulls you closer. You feel their tongue lick your lower lip, then run down your jaw, to your neck where it joins your shoulder. Their hands grip your shoulders. You feel their teeth graze your neck." Naruto felt goosebumps break out all over his body, seeing Sasuke naked in the shower with him, kissing him. He had never, ever imagined anything as explicit as this. "Look at me." He opened his eyes. Click. "Close your eyes again. Your lover's lips are still on your neck, you can feel their tongue. You feel their hand, slide over your stomach, feeling your muscles there, sliding down, slick with soap." The muscles in Naruto's abdomen clenched, imagining Sasuke's hand sliding over his body and he let out a ragged gasp. He was hard as a rock.
"Their hand is almost on your cock, but they don't touch you yet. They slide both their hands to your hip bones. The soap make you slippery. You feel their lips moving from your shoulder, slowly down your chest. You feel a tongue circle your nipple. They keep moving down. You feel their lips on your stomach. Their tongue swirls hot and wet into your bellybutton. You feel their hands grab your ass, and they squeeze hard, kneading you. They tell you that they want you. Your cock is hard and throbbing for their touch." Naruto shifted, his hands fisting into the blanket. He had never been this turned on in his entire life, and no one was even touching him. He felt like he was about to come. "Open your eyes." The blazing desire almost knocked Hinata over. Click. Click. "Close your eyes. Their hands pull you closer to them, You feel your cock brush against their chest, and you hear them moan your name. Their voice is full of desire for you. You are the only one they want. They kiss down from your belly-button... you feel their tongue getting closer. Their hand curls around the base of your cock, and you feel their tongue swirl around your head, and then they plunge you in, taking your entire length into their mouth, which is hot and wet."
"Ugh, fuck!" With the image of Sasuke sucking him off, Naruto came harder than he had ever come in his life. He lay there for a second, panting, fists clenches in the blankets by his sides, and head thrown back. He hadn't even touched himself.
"Open your eyes."
Naruto did, laughing weakly. "Oi, Hinata-sama... you are really good at this. Holy shit. No wonder people pay for this kind of thing."
She just laughed. "Well, you didn't last very long, but you are still young. I am going to go print these out, and let's see what we can do with them." She looked down at his erection, which hadn't had time to go down yet, still forming an impressive tent inside his now clinging boxers. "I find it hard to believe that you have been walking around with equipment like that and still haven't gotten laid, but I am guessing that will change pretty quickly. And whoever this person is that you are thinking about... you should definitely try your luck. With desire like that, it would be a shame if it didn't work out."
Naruto's smile dimmed a bit, and he stretched his arms back behind his head. "Nah... it would never happen. His life has really taken off and I'm..." Naruto shrugged, not needing to state the obvious. "We're not really in touch any more, anyway. Um... so where can I do some laundry?"
Naruto didn't notice the slip he had made, the majority of his blood still being somewhere south of his brain. Hinata showed no reaction, just told him where the laundry machine was, and packed up her equipment and headed to her office.
She sat at her desk, looking through the photos she had taken, setting up his profile and website on their system. He was beautiful. He was this compelling combination of tough and sensitive. Gregarious and uncertain. Innocent and sexy as hell. Physically, he was slender but still well muscled - a typical martial artist's build. And his frame with its wide shoulders and narrow hips... she could make a fortune on this one. If she had met him as a young girl, she was quite sure she would have followed him around like a puppy. She had a feeling, though, that he was only here for a short stay. But that was ok. Maybe their next time around, in some other life, they would meet without being so damaged, and without him already clearly being in love with someone else.
Her initial impression had been that he was straight, more of a traditional jock. Hot, funny, but simple. But she realized that that characterization was not right. That was the front that he put out. She sensed somehow that he had a darker, more complex side. When he had opened his eyes just before he came and looked at her... GOD! The force of his passion for whoever it was that he was thinking about was unbelievable. This was no shallow infatuation. And his slip about it being a male... that was very interesting. Unexpected. And she usually had a pretty good read on someone's sexual proclivities. She always used gender-neutral language in these fantasy sessions, because hey, you never know. But she usually did know. Interesting. So not the shallow, good-time jock. Somehow, a little darker, with more mystery. She thought about it a bit more, trying to set the right tone in his profile and room. He had said he liked to draw. She wondered how he felt about tattoos. She smiled as she went about her business... creating a fantasy out of someone's persona.
Naruto lay there for a long time. He had never fantasized about Sasuke before... only girls he was dating or the occasional dirty magazine one of his friends had given him. He tried to process why this had been so much hotter than any of those fantasies. What the hell was that?
- xXx –
July 23rd. It was his 17th birthday. He fucking hated this date. He thought about calling in sick to work, but that would just be weak. He would go, like any other day. And he would visit his mother's grave on his way home from work. He hadn't heard from Naruto since that god awful day in October, so he didn't expect to hear from him today, either. Since his disappearance for nearly half a day on Naruto's birthday, Kakashi had stepped up surveillance considerably. He was still pissed that Sasuke wouldn't tell him where he had gone, and also wouldn't tell him why he had been talking to the business partners connected with Orochimaru's and Danzo's syndicates so much more since then. He knew Sasuke had somehow learned something, but Sasuke wouldn't discuss it. When Kakashi had asked why, he had simply said that the police didn't give him the details of their investigation, so why should he? He also said that he knew that there was significant Yakuza presence in the police, so he would be a fool to trust them. It made perfect sense, but it still pissed Kakashi off. As much as Sasuke was an arrogant prick, Kakashi had begun to care what happened to him.
Sasuke got into his office late, and was surprised to see an enormously garish boquet of flowers on his desk. Who the hell...? Karin was looking at him expectantly, clearly waiting to be told who they were from. He closed the door on her, and went over and plucked out the card. He opened it, and choked. Slowly he smiled, then grinned. Some of the ice that had settled in his stomach at the thought of this day dissolved away. Maybe... maybe he could face this after all. The card was clearly not standard issue for any florist. It was a picture of a woman kneeling down in front of a naked man, his head thrown back in an exaggerated display of ecstasy, the Tokyo skyline visible through the window behind him. Inside it just said: Happy Birthday. Me love you long time.
-xXx-
Within the first week of living in the "house of porn", as Naruto thought of it, he had figured out a schedule that seemed to work for both Hinata and his own plans to continue infiltrating the 3 Yakuza gangs he was focusing on. In the mornings, he would get up and work out for a bit (Hinata had adjusted his wardrobe to basically include only tank tops and loose, thin cotton gi pants... luckily it was warm in his room), then take a shower. He'd catch a bus downtown to one of the neighborhoods he had been frequenting, and he'd spend much of the afternoon there either training in one of the gyms or hanging out. Sometimes he'd swing by the library, and look through the newspapers and magazines to see if there were anything new on Yakuza activites or the Uchiha massacre. Or Sasuke.
At first the reporters seemed poised like vultures to see the icily handsome but arrogant teen fall on his face when he insisted on running his own company at such a ridiculously young age. When that didn't happen, and instead he showed considerable dexterity in the business world, they decided to shift gears and focus on another juicy potential topic - his sex life. Was he a virgin or not? Who was he dating? Was it someone in the office? Was it someone famous? The list of speculations was endless. Photos of Sasuke in these interviews had him generally just looking annoyed. Naruto had to keep from laughing as he imagined some poor photographer and editor sitting down together to find the least pissed-off-looking picture of their subject to use.
He wondered, sometimes, if his friend even remembered him much. Sasuke's life seemed so meteoric, and it had been more than three years since they had been at school together. But Naruto knew that this had always been the way it would turn out. There had never been any doubt in his mind that Sasuke's life would be amazing. And even though he had thought it might be different for a while before he had left Konoha, deep down he also had known that as much as it had seemed like they had some sort of connection, it could never last. Real life just didn't work that way.
Whatever he did with his day, Naruto would then catch a bus back for dinner at the house and take his second shower of the day before bed. He had gotten used to taking scalding hot showers now, but at lest the steam was sufficient to preserve the little modesty he had left.
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"Naruto. Can you come to my office for a minute?" Naruto followed Hinata to one of the few rooms in the house that did not have cameras. She closed the door. "Your first week went really well. Especially shower time," she laughed as Naruto rolled his eyes. "I have a couple of suggestions that I'd like you to consider. The first is interacting more with your house-mates. You could visit their rooms, or have them visit yours. Nothing explicit, but you should try a study session or two with Jasmine, to start with. I think that your fan bases would be compatible, and driving cross-traffic is good for business."
Naruto tried to imagine a study session with the 'sexy librarian'. He was not sure how that would go, but he'd think about it at least. She seemed nice enough, and actually was really smart. His math was pretty far behind, and if he ever wanted to try to test out of high school at some point, he'd need to get on that. But... he just wasn't sure that the House of Porn was really the place for it. He shrugged noncommittally.
"How do you feel about tattoos?" Hinata asked, breaking into his thoughts.
"What, like - on me?" Naruto blinked at the non sequitur. "I guess I never really thought about it. I mean... I haven't had money for food or a place to stay, so tattoos were, um, not on my list of things to consider purchasing for myself."
Hinata shrugged in understanding. "We could cover the cost of that and have it done here, if you are interested. I think it would be hot on you, given your personality. Why don't you sketch out a few things you like, and show them to me. If something looks good, I can have Bruno do the ink."
"Bruno? Bondage Boy does tats? Is he, um, trained or are you just thinking of having him chain me up, then giving him a needle and telling him to go for it."
Hinata laughed. "You are such an idiot." Naruto jolted at the familiar term, and tried to hide it. He felt a wave of homesickness wash over him, thinking of Sasuke, and he tried to shake it off. "Of course he is trained. He actually has a shop downtown where he does this 'for real', and is quite talented," Hinata finished.
"Well," Naruto grabbed a piece of paper from Hinata's desk, and a pen. He quickly drew something on it, and handed it back to her. "If I were to get a tattoo, it would probably be this. On my stomach, I guess."
She looked at it, and raised her eyebrows, clearly impressed. It was a black, circular swirl, about 15 cm in diameter, with the kanji for the elements Fire, Wind, Lightening, Earth, and Water surrounding it. "It's a pretty quick decision for something you are going to be stuck with for life, you know. Do you want some time to think about it?"
"He he, yeah, well... the rate I am going it's not like I'm a good candidate for living 'till a hundred. But, this is something that I like to draw a lot, and actually visualize in my gut when I fight anyway. Sort of a... center of power image, I guess you'd call it."
"It's perfect. Let's go have a visit with Bruno, then, shall we?"
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"Bruno's" room was probably exactly what Naruto would have imagined that someone nicknamed 'bondage boy' would have, if he had thought about it at all. There were shackles on the wall, some sort of very uncomfortable looking bed with chains there, pieces of rope lying around. Naruto looked up at Bruno to find the man watching him, waiting for some sort of reaction, while Hinata showed the sketch of the tattoo.
"You don't seem to shocked to see this stuff," he remarked to Naruto.
"Nah, I mean - 'bondage boy', right? I kinda figured you must have stuff like this. So... you really know what you are doing in terms of tats? And you use clean needles and stuff?"
Bruno smirked at Hinata, who simply rolled her eyes. "Naruto was a bit nervous about getting it done here instead of at an official parlor, but he did have one good idea about the whole thing."
Naruto quickly replayed what he had said to Hinata, correctly guessing that her opinion of a 'good idea' might not be the same as his. "Oi! I was joking about the being chained up part!"
Bruno looked him up and down thoughtfully. "You want this on your stomach, right? Here, take your shirt off and come sit on this bench." He motioned to a bench-press bench he had (which also of course had shackles. Naruto wondered why he would chain someone up while they exercised anyway, but decided not to ask).
Naruto hesitated for a second, then blew out a quick breath and did what the man asked. He actually kind of liked the idea of the tattoo, the more he thought about it. He trusted Hinata... she wouldn't lie about Bruno's skills on this. Bruno traced the design onto transfer paper, then had Naruto position it where he wanted on his abdomen. Once the outline was there, he had Naruto give the final ok as he went and set up his equipment. "First I'll do the outline, then fill it in."
"OK," Naruto tried not to be nervous or think about it. Hinata came back with her camera.
"Let's put one of his arms in the shackle. It will make a good picture," Hinata stated. Naruto shrugged, giving consent. Bruno raised his eyebrows a little surprised, but was more than happy to oblige. It took longer than Naruto had thought to get the tattoo, since it was rather large, and his arm had fallen asleep before it was complete. But looking down at Bruno's work when it was done made it more than worth it. The tattoo looked great.
"Bruno, you're awesome. This looks sick," Naruto grinned. "What do you think, Hinata?"
Hinata slowly smiled. "I think... we need to get some more pictures, but now with both arms in shackles."
- xXx –
2 years later
Sasuke put his head down on his desk in his home office. He was going out of his mind. Aside from his birthdays, he hadn't heard from Naruto in almost 3 years. Sasuke hadn't been able to contact him at all. Any move he made to locate or communicate with him would just put Naruto at risk, given the level of scrutiny Sasuke was under by both the press and the police security detail he still had assigned to him, with the murder of his family still unsolved. He wasn't even sure if Naruto was still looking into the Yakuza, or had just given up on him entirely. He didn't even want to consider the worst possibilities.
He heard the doorbell, the voices of one of the security guards talking to someone, then a short knock on his door and Shikamaru walked in.
"Hey. It's been awhile." Shikamaru was the only person Sasuke had kept in touch with from high school. He had helped Sasuke cram for testing out of the rest of his classes. But since then, Sasuke had just been buried in work and night classes at the university, and hadn't seen much of his friend.
"Yeah. Work sucks," Sasuke said tiredly.
"Well, I thought you'd be interested to know that your middle school boyfriend is co-masturbating with my virtual girlfriend."
Sasuke blinked. Usually he was able to keep up with Shikamaru, but at this opening from his friend he just stared blankly. He must be more tired than usual. The point about his 'boyfriend' sunk in. "Is this something about Naruto?"
"Well, I had been joking about that, but since you came up with his name I might have to re-evaluate things. But yes. I knew it had been a while since you'd heard from him, so I thought you'd be interested to see what his is up to. Excuse the pun."
Sasuke felt vast relief war with annoyance. Evidently Naruto must be ok, or Shikamaru wouldn't be making a joke. But then why hadn't Naruto gotten in touch with him? Where the hell had he been?
Shikamaru grabbed Sasuke's keyboard and typed in a URL. He quickly logged into the site and pulled up a link from his 'saved videos' section. Sasuke saw the name of the link was something stupid like 'Study session with the sexy librarian and street fighter'. He rolled his eyes at Shikamaru. "If you're going to tell me that someone named Naruto was leaving comments on a porn site, then -"
"Not commenting on. He is in the porn site. Just watch."
Sasuke looked with a bit of trepidation. He didn't like porn... he found it crude and embarrassing. His friend from business school, Hozuki Suigetsu, was always watching it. Unless he was throwing one of his crazy 'anything goes' exclusive parties (which he always tried to get Sasuke to go to, for some reason. He was convinced that he could find the 'perfect guy' for Sasuke there, since he was clearly convinced that Sasuke would never have any interest in women. Sasuke didn't disagree with that last part, but had never gone... he wasn't really interested in men either). He didn't really think he wanted to see Naruto in full action with some girl. Or some guy, although that thought brought him up short and caused a minor short circuit in his brain.
Shikamaru noticed Sasuke's expression. "Don't worry... it's not one of those hard core sites. Just watch."
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Naruto and Jasmine sat side by side at the table in Naruto's room. She had spent the last 30 minutes or so giving an overview of the basic concepts of calculus (which Naruto had never gotten to in school, dropping out just past algebra and trig), describing it more in terms of a language and what it described, the difference between integration and differentiation, and single- and multi-variability. Naruto could hardly believe it... it actually all made sense. He still would need to practice to actually learn how to do the mechanics of it, but for once he actually knew what it was supposed to be used for. Jasmine had told him that Hinata would give them a signal for when 'study time' was over, and 'time to perform a little' would start. Naruto had embarrassing visions of Hinata poking her head in and making kissy faces at them, or something.
He was just finishing up his first set of basic calc problems when suddenly the mood music, which had been turned down to basically 'off' for the past 30 minutes or so, became audible again to the distinct sounds of Enrique's Tonight (I'm Fucking You). Naruto choked and started to cough, and Jasmine kicked him not too subtly under the table. Naruto glared at the nearest camera. "Not funny, Hinata!" he hissed. But he scrubbed his hands through his hair and turned a bit to Jasmine. She was wearing a short black skirt, a thin white button-down blouse, and a black bra clearly visible underneath. And of course, the horn-rimmed glasses which Naruto was quite sure she didn't need. The 'plan' that they had quickly agreed on was that Naruto would make the first move, given their respective personas that Hinata had developed. They would go as far as taking each other's shirts off, and then she would pull away and that would satisfy their audience. It was no lie that he found her attractive. Everyone in the house was hot, or the whole 'image' thing just didn't work. He knew that she had agreed to this... maybe even had suggested it, but somehow it felt weird to just grab her and start something. He knew the bar for plot in porn was low, but still... he was just too honest a person to not feel any connection at all with the person he was supposed to grope.
"Jasmine, I just wanted to say... before we... I wanted to say thanks for helping me with this. Math is seriously not in my sweet spot. Half the time in school I didn't even have the text book, and could almost never get the homework done. I didn't expect to learn much in this study session. But, it was really amazing. You can explain this shit so clearly, that it actually makes sense to me. You have a real talent for this. You must understand this shit really well if you can break it down so it makes sense to a guy like me. None of my other teachers were half as good."
To his surprise, she blushed. She twisted her fingers in the fabric of her skirt, and smiled almost shyly at him. "Here I thought you were going to have a bunch of cheesy lines ready. But that was actually... really sweet."
"Hmmm. Well, I did try to make up a few lines, but as you guessed they are all really bad. I think I'm not a 'line' kind of guy. I just go for honesty, and see how it plays."
"It plays pretty well. But let me hear some of these awful lines of yours." She had stopped fidgeting with her skirt, and was looking him directly in the eyes now, smiling a bit.
"Well," Naruto drawled, putting his hands around her waist, feeling much more comfortable with the whole thing now. He lifted her up and put her down on the desk, facing him. Her legs hung to either side of his waist. "Let's see... there was something about 'Hey, you're really good with figures'." Jasmine laughed and rolled her eyes. "Bad, I know, right? Then I came up with "I'm a much faster learner at physical things than academic ones." She ran her fingers through his hair, laughing easily at his horrible come-on lines. "But I think the absolute worst was asking if you also tutored human anatomy."
"Those are really terrible. You should probably just shut up," she said, leaning in.
"Yeah, that's what I thought, too." Both their smiles faded as Naruto leaned forward to meet her halfway. He kissed her, and she kissed him back hard. She slid off the desk into his lap, her legs straddling him. They went from playful to hot in about 2 seconds. Jasmine reached for the hem of Naruto's tank top and pulled it over his head. She ran her hands down his back while he kissed her neck. After a bit, she started unbuttoning her blouse, and Naruto started to feel freaked out about the cameras. He just wanted to put her shirt back on her and cover her up. He was totally turned on, but this was just... too far out of his comfort zone to go this far with god knows who watching. He started to slow downand pull back, and Jasmine at first looked confused, then remembered what they had set as the limit. She sat up, adjusting her bra.
"I guess we should leave the rest for our next study session," she said, a little reluctantly.
"Man, I hate to think what is going to happen in the placement exams if you keep tutoring me like this. Associating math and sex would be... a bit embarrassing when I go to hand in my paper."
She smirked. "I'm going to go take a shower and think about you." She looked pointedly at his lap. "Looks like you could do the same."
She leaned in and whispered, too softly for the cameras to catch, "But let's continue this later somewhere with no cameras."
The door closed behind her. Naruto blew out a breath and sat for a minute, willing the blood to return to his head. To speed the process a bit he banged his head against the desk a few times.
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When the clip ended, Naruto and Shikamaru just looked at the screen for a moment. There were two links, one to "Jasmine's shower" and one to "Menma's shower".
"Menma? He could choose any name he wanted and he goes with Menma? Seriously, that guy is food obsessed. Why didn't he just pick a normal name?" Sasuke kept his voice intentionally light. He was fighting an embarrassingly strong urge to click the link to the shower. "So I guess this has taken our relationship to a new level, that you are sharing your porn with me."
"Whatever," Shikamaru said, not batting an eye. "But at least you know what he was 'doing' until a year or two ago."
"What do you mean a year or two ago?" The relief that Sasuke had been feeling at finally having found out that Naruto was safe started to disappear again.
"If you click on his profile, there is a whole timeline for him. Looks like he joined her the day after his 16th birthday. He was here for about 9 months, then there was just a note that he had moved on."
Sasuke digested this. The day he started would have been the day after he left Naruto waiting on the rooftop. He felt guilt wash over him. Maybe he could have given Naruto some money if he had actually met with him, and he wouldn't have had to do this crap. "Well, based on how embarrassed he looked here, I seriously doubt he stayed in the porn business. Did it say where he went?" Sasuke already knew the answer, but couldn't help but ask.
"No, but you could probably find out where this house is, and talk to some of the people there about him. They might know. He's over 18 now... has been for a while. It shouldn't be risk to try to find him, right?"
But Shikamaru didn't know that Naruto had been digging into the Yakuza. God knows how deep he had gone. How risky would it be for Sasuke to try to find him?
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Sasuke heard the door click shut behind Shikamaru, and the man's footsteps heading down the hall. Sasuke looked at the site that Shikamaru had been showing him. Without expression, he clicked on the link to Menma's profile. A wall of photos popped up, and Sasuke's hand clenched on the mouse. It had been more than 4 years since he had seen Naruto up close. He remembered the day that Naruto had kissed him on the roof of the school. He had been 15, but it had been his first kiss. Sasuke had never been interested in kissing or any sort of physical contact before then. He had received endless annoying offers, but had just shut them all down with a cold glare or a scathing comment. The thought of someone else's spit or sweat on him just seemed gross. He didn't like people close to him, invading his personal space. But with Naruto it had been - different. When Naruto had kissed him, it hadn't been gross. It had been surprising and somehow... nice?
But the Naruto he was looking at now was not a little boy. This Naruto was not 'nice'. He was fucking hot. Sasuke didn't think he had ever thought of anyone as hot before. He was able to say that someone was attractive, in the same way he could describe an attractive vase. But it had no effect on him. He looked at a picture of Naruto laying on a bed, his pants unzipped, seeming to look right at him with raw lust. Sasuke's hand was sweating. There was another one with Naruto chained to some sort of bench, with his shirt off and holy shit that tattoo.
The last photo of Naruto that had been posted before he left this site was one of him clearly after a fight. His cheekbone was bruised, the eye above slightly swollen, his lip cut and still lightly bleeding. There were several large bruises forming on his chest and forearms. He didn't appear to be in the same room as all the other photos. This room looked straight out of an S&M catalogue. Whips lined the walls, shackles everywhere, and some sort of wrack-looking device. Naruto was chained to this, looking directly into the camera with an almost chillingly intense stare. Dark. Somehow the sight of Naruto battered and chained was turning him on. He didn't know exactly what to make of that.
There were a series of links to videos that had been saved on "Menma's" profile, despite Naruto having left the house some time ago. Sasuke clicked on one. It appeared to be Naruto doing pushups, sit-ups, and working on a heavy punching bag that was hanging in his room. Sasuke thought distractedly that Naruto's skills had really improved since back in the day with the informal dojo. He had his shirt off, and he could see every muscle move with each action the man took. His torso was slick with sweat from his workout, and that tattoo. Fuck. When had Sasuke developed a thing for tattoos? Evidently about 5 minutes ago.
He eyed another link: "In the shower". Well, he put it out there, so - click.
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Naruto walked into the bathroom and turned the shower on, letting it heat to build up steam. He put his shirt in the laundry hamper. With his back to the camera in the shower, he pulled down his sweatpants and threw them in as well. He stretched up, still facing away from the camera, then grabbed a towel and turned and headed to the shower, which was now billowing with steam.
He stepped into the shower and dropped the towel on the floor just outside the shower door. The hot water was pounding over him, scalding hot but it felt good on his sore muscles. He took the soap and a washcloth and scrubbed himself, then shampooed his hair. Ever since that photo session with Hinata, he had a hard time taking a shower without thinking about Sasuke. The newspapers and magazines often had a photo of the young, hot business tycoon, so his mental image of his childhood friend had grown with the man. And Sasuke looked damn fine in his power suit. Naruto's vivid imagination could easily imagine him out of it as well, and his brain seemed absolutely fixated on that idea. Naruto had come to accept the fact that he was most likely bi, but he could not really bring himself to take any of the guys who hit on him. They weren't Sasuke and compared to him, any other guy was just... not interesting. At least with a woman, there was no comparison because they were just altogether different. Soft. Gentle. Sweet. He couldn't really manage a serious relationship, because he knew he was totally obsessed with someone else, but he was a physical guy. And he was honest with the women he was with, making it clear that it was for fun, but was not a relationship. At least during sex he didn't have to worry about calling out Sasuke's name. There was no mistaking a woman's body for Sasuke's.
But when Naruto was alone, even when he tried, it was never a woman's image he fantasized about. God, I am such a fucking idiot!
Naruto laughed softly at himself, already feeling himself get hard at just the thought of Sasuke. Moron, it is never going to happen.
But his hand was already lathering the soap and moving up and down his cock, the images that Hinata had seared into his mind making short work of any reality check he tried to give himself. "Ugh, shit!" he groaned his release, leaning his head against the wall of the shower. At least he had managed to never actually say Sasuke's name in one of these 'self service' moments on camera.
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Red stained Sasuke's cheekbones, and it was not from embarrassment. He was so fucking hard. He had never seriously considered seeking out a partner for mindless sex. Or any kind of sex, actually. But he suddenly discovered that his libido was not nonexistent as he had thought. Maybe... he was just a really late bloomer. He thought about his options. Going out to a nightclub was not one of them, given how the press was currently obsessed with his sex life. He could sit here and jerk off to his apparently hetero best friend taking a shower. He could call one of the five thousand numbers of various women he had received (though he had probably thrown them all away, or vaporized them). Or, he could..
Sasuke picked up the phone. "Hey, Suigetsu. You mentioned you were having one of your parties tonight, right?... Yeah, I'll be there... My type of guy?... Blond, athletic, adventurous, and not looking for any relationship past tonight... Right. See you then."
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To be continued...
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