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It's a Hard Knock Life	By : Tatemshope Category: Naruto AU/AR > General Views: 2830 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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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I don't own Naruto or Urban Outfitters... or pretty much else mentioned in this story!
***WARNING*** This chapter talks a tiny bit about Naruto's past. His past is unpleasant and obviously involves prostitution from a young age. I've made it really vague, but it's still there. If you don't want to read it, stop reading when it talks about him being 9 years old and continue reading two paragraph's later. ***WARNING***
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"We're not going to run out of air," the blond boy soothed. "Want me to take your mind off of things?" he asked softly, placing his hand on Sasuke's thigh timidly.
The older boy looked at Naruto resignedly and asked the question he knew was going to lead to more trouble than he cared to think about.
"What did you have in mind?"
Naruto shyly threw his leg over Sasuke's hips and straddled him around his waist. Being careful to avoid looking the older boy in the eye he slowly began rocking back and forth, grinding himself down with the pefect amount of pressure. He pushed his hands under Sasuke's shirt and trailed his fingers up and down his sides as he continued his motion, back and forth, back and forth. He could feel Sasuke grow hard beneath him, and expertly adjusted his thrusting so that each time he moved up or down it would cause the maximum amount of prolonged contact.
A slight moan escaped the dark-haired boy's lips, and Naruto was surprised to notice that he actually enjoyed the sound. To him, this had always been about business and self-preservation; he wasn't sure he'd ever found pleasure in pleasing a master before.
Skillfully he trailed his hand down between their legs and leaned forward, raising himself up a bit, so that he could unzip Sasuke's jeans. As he moved away, the older boy groaned softly again and arched his back to maintain contact. Naruto noticed Sasuke's eyes were shut tightly and he wondered briefly if that was because the Uchiha boy was trying to picture Neji... or Gaara... or anyone that was more desirable than himself.
Even as he slipped his hand into Sasuke's pants and brushed his fingers against the hardness there, he couldn't quiet his mind. Usually this would be the part where Naruto would close his eyes as well. He didn't like to dwell on what he was doing, or why he was doing it. He didn't like to think about how dirty it made him feel, and how he was nothing but a sex toy used for entertainment. When he was actually looking at someone and he thought about all those things, his stomach would tighten up and he would often feel like he was going to be sick.
He knew what Sasuke was expecting next and so as he picked up speed with his strokes, he began kissing and creeping down the older boy's body. He'd done this so many times that it was automatic, and he knew exactly how to make a man squirm. A kiss here� a lick there� a whimper when he got to here� It was so automatic that unfortunately, his brain kicked over to autopilot and unbidden memories flooded into his mind.
He was nine years old and it was a snowy day in November. Naruto's cheeks were frozen because of the tears that had been flowing down them all afternoon. He missed his parents terribly, and his master had promised him he would be able to see them that morning, but then, without giving a reason, took back the offer.
After a few hours his master had told him to put on his coat; they were going to go see his parents� but first he would have to come up with the bus fare to get downtown. Naruto had no money, and no way of getting money, so he looked questioningly at the older man as his master motioned a man in a tattered blue coat to come talk to him. The disheveled man stared at him for a few minutes while the adults talked and then handed his master some money. Naruto hadn't been sure what was going on, and as the old man grabbed him by the arm and pulled him into one of the stalls in the filthy bus station bathroom, the blond boy got a sudden urge to run for his life. The old man simply stood in front of the stall door, blocking the way and explained to Naruto in great detail what exactly it was he had paid for. The next few minutes were a total blur. All Naruto could really remember was the smell of alcohol and musk, and then of gagging on hot liquid, and then throwing up into the toilet.
Since then, years of swallowing thick cum while on his knees in deserted alleys behind dive bars had given him an incredibly strong gag reflex. It had been a long time since he'd gotten sick while doing this, but as he lowered himself down Sasuke's body and took his length into his mouth, Naruto couldn't help but choke a little. It really had nothing to do with Sasuke. He was clean, and he smelled nice� it was the thoughts of that awful day nine years previous that made him feel ill. For some reason he couldn't get those awful memories out of his mind and as he pushed Sasuke deeper into his throat he couldn't help but gag and choke.
Really it was only a slight sound, but to the older boy, who had felt the change in Naruto's mood as he had ventured down his body, it was enough to once again bring him back to reality. 'This is really getting... fuck... fuck...'
"Stop." Sasuke finally made his mouth form the words as he pushed away from Naruto a bit, painfully removing himself from the tongue that was sending shivers down his spine.
For his part the blond looked both relieved and terrified.
"Did I do something wrong?" he asked, looking up at Sasuke with hurt eyes of winter blue.
Sasuke gave Naruto a cold stare while he tried to adjust himself and fasten his pants back up before this disaster got any worse. Why had he let it happen again? He did not want to molest this boy.
"You gagged." Sasuke answered honestly, his voice betraying the sexual frustration he felt, even as he tried to calm himself down. "I'm starting to get sick of you begging to do shit with me and then freaking out after you've started. We'd both be better off if you would just give all this seduction a rest."
Naruto pushed himself toward the back corner of the elevator. His eyes had a spark to them Sasuke recognized as dangerous. It was the look of a cornered animal.
"Why do you even care?" the blond boy asked, anger seeping into his voice. "You're getting what you paid for, isn't that enough? Do you really want service with a smile? I've got news for you; it's not going to happen! You can make me suck you off, but you can't make me like it."
Sasuke sighed deeply and closed his eyes.
"Great, the multiple personalities are back again. Maybe we should start naming them." Sasuke suggested, his eyes flashing open, black with irritation. "There's the normal you... I guess that can be Naruto...and then there's the you that does that creepy seductive voice... maybe that can be Naruto-chan.... and then there's the you that gets pissed off at me for absolutely no reason... maybe that can be..."
"I have multiple personalities?" Naruto interrupted, his voice indignant. "What about you? 'Oh, I don't want to touch you, oh wait, now I do, oh wait, now I don't, oh wait, now I do.' Fuck you. You think you're so much better than me, and I'm so troubled? What about you? You were crying out in your sleep last night. Wanna talk about that? Did your rich daddy hit you when you were a lit-"
He stopped short because Sasuke had pushed away from the doors and lunged himself toward him.
"Don't you dare talk about my father." He growled as he grabbed Naruto by the collar of his shirt and shoved him up a few inches off of the floor. The blond struggled for a moment, then as if remembering his place and realizing exactly what he had done, he closed his eyes and braced for the impact of a fist. Seeing Naruto flinch made Sasuke reconsider what he was about to do and he let go of the boy's shirt, dropping him back to the ground. Sasuke started counting backwards from ten to one and moved as far away from Naruto as was possible in such a small space.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry," The blond boy started, his voice trembling.
"Don't. Don't apologize. I don't care if you're sorry, just stay away from me."
"I'm sorry." Naruto apologized over and over; simply unable to come up with anything else.
"When we get out of here, I want you to leave. I don't care where you go, I don't care what you do. I don't want my money back, so don't bother trying to fetch a refund." Sasuke finished and turned his back on Naruto so that he could stare at the wall. They sat in silence for several minutes, which suited the raven-haired boy just fine. He'd have to be crazy to think keeping this exasperating boy around was a good idea. He should just cut his losses now.
"What about my bottles?" Naruto asked in a small voice, cutting into the silence.
"Your what?" Sasuke asked harshly.
"The bottles Hinata gave me." Naruto explained "They were a gift. Can I go back up to get them please?" He begged.
Sasuke said nothing. He couldn't. Why was it every time he was angry with the blond, the boy would go and say something that was so pathetic it busted right through his anger? Sasuke took in a deep breath and turned around to face Naruto.
"I'm sorry." He said softly. "I shouldn't have gotten angry with you. I was frustrated. I want you to stay."
"You do?" Naruto asked.
"Yes, I do. I need you to do something for me though." Sasuke answered, hesitating before he began his request. "Next time we're doing something, and you get uncomfortable, tell me. Don't start crying, or gagging, or looking scared� just tell me. I'll stop."
Naruto said nothing and began watching the neon light over head. Sasuke stared at him intently. The look on the blond's face reminded the Uchiha boy of similar looks he had seen on the faces of kids he had gone to camp with, the summer after the fire. The county had sent him there because he had not done well in his foster home and they believed he might need intense counseling. One of his group sessions involved victims of molestation. He had never admitted to anyone but his parents what his brother had done to him... the social worker had just made an accurate guess because of the way he flinched when touched.
Sasuke thought back to the trust excercise the group had practiced every day they met and wondered if it might help Naruto. He sucked in his breath, not wanting to proceed but realizing that for the sake of his own sanity, he needed to do this.
"Here, we'll practice." Sasuke said, easing himself across the elevator and placing his hand on Naruto's ankle. "Tell me to stop when you're uncomfortable."
Naruto looked at him like he'd lost his mind, but said nothing. Sasuke moved his hand up a few inches so it rested on Naruto's shin. The boy's eyes fluttered closed then back open but he said nothing. Sasuke moved his hand up to Naruto's knee and the younger boy flinched. Sasuke raised an eyebrow questioningly but the blond still said nothing. Sasuke moved his hand again, this time bringing it up to rest it on the inner thigh of the other boy.
"Stop?" Naruto asked quietly.
"I will if that's what you want. Tell me, is it?"
"Yes. I want you to stop." He said, biting his bottom lip.
Sasuke removed his hand and leaned back against the wall once more.
"There, was that so difficult?" he asked.
"Yes." Naruto mumbled.
"Well, you better get used to it. We'll practice a few more times to see if you can get it down." Sasuke said with a small smirk. "For the next two weeks I expect you to tell me no at least once or twice a day."
"Two weeks?" Naruto asked, his forehead wrinkling in confusion.
"I guess I forgot to tell you. I bought you for two weeks, not just one. I thought you might need some extra time to recuperate."
Sasuke reeled back in surprise when Naruto flung himself at him and hugged him tightly. Just then the elevator gave a shake and started moving down toward the lobby. Sasuke clutched desperately at the handrail, remembering exactly where he was.
"Hey! I hadn't noticed it before, but I did do just what I said. I totally made you forget about being scared, didn't I?" Naruto said as he beamed at Sasuke. The boy's genuine smile was making the older boy feel a little uncomfortable, but he did have to admit Naruto was correct. He'd totally forgotten about his claustrophobia.
The door's swished open and both boys emerged into the lobby in much better moods than they had been in while up in the penthouse. Naruto was practically bouncing up and down with the knowledge that for the next two weeks he would be safe with Sasuke and Hinata, and Sasuke was feeling as pleased as he ever felt at the effect he'd been able to have on the blond boy. Apparently it was true what Hinata always said: The best way to feel better about yourself was to make other's feel better about themselves. He'd secretly always thought that saying was crap, but he had to admit his heart felt a bit lighter now.
Naruto followed Sasuke out of the lobby, noticing that the dark haired boy had become markedly quieter as they got out to the street. Sasuke's face had become a mask of indifference and if he wasn't scowling at people who looked at him; he was at the very least giving them some sort of terrifying glare. Naruto wanted to question him about it, but decided to leave it for later. Honestly it was probably safer for them both if Sasuke scared the bejeezus out of anyone who looked their way.
They made it to the mall in about twenty minutes and Sasuke led them straight to Urban Outfitter's, which happened to be the Uchiha boy's favorite store. It didn't take them long before they had several pairs of jeans, shirts, boxers, socks, shoes and a belt, all paid for and stuffed into two large bags. As they started to walk out of the store, Sasuke caught Naruto eyeing a pair of sunglasses in the discount bin with obvious desire.
Sasuke picked them up and turned them over in his hand.
"Do you want these?" he asked.
"You've already bought me way too much." Naruto answered.
"These are one ninty-nine" Sasuke said with a slight smile.
"I'm sorry. I didn't realize." The blond mumbled, casting his eyes toward the ground.
Sasuke looked at him, confused. "A dollar ninty-nine, Naruto." He explained, taking some change out of his pocket and handing it to the younger boy. "Go buy them."
Naruto took the sunglasses from Sasuke and sat them back in the bin.
"I don't want them now." He said, handing the change back to Sasuke, his cheeks turning pink with evident shame. A sudden realization dawned on the older boy and he stared down at the money in his hand.
"How much change am I holding?" He asked quietly, gazing into sad blue eyes. Naruto looked away.
"I guess you've figured out I'm not good with math." The blond explained.
"Did you ever go to school?" Sasuke probed.
"Just kindergarten. That's when my parents got sick." Naruto said, sticking his hands into his pockets and looking out into the mall.
"Don't worry about it. We'll go over counting change when we get home. How is it that your master never taught you that skill, anyway? What if someone cheated you?"
"He handles all the money. He never lets me even look at it."
"I see." said Sasuke, motioning for the door. He knew if he continued to stand there and dwell on the atrocity that was Naruto's life, he would probably lose his mind and tear the whole store apart. "I'm hungry. All I've eaten today was that marshmallow out of your hair."
Naruto gave him a small smile. "Can we eat in the food court?" he asked.
"Of course."
As they made their way around the tables, finally choosing to stand in a long line for pizza, Sasuke noticed a group of teenage boys pointing at them and whispering from one of the booths across the room. He handed Naruto a twenty and told him to continue waiting while he went to take care of something. He stepped up to the table and took in the five faces staring back at him.
"Can we help you with something?" the leader of the group asked menacingly. The boy was smallish and looked no older than 17, but since he was surrounded by his friends, he was acting braver than was prudent.
"Why are you staring at my friend?" Sasuke asked smoothly, keeping his voice low.
"Your friend or your whore?" a dark-haired boy across the table asked with a smirk.
"That's not a polite way to speak about someone you don't know." Sasuke said menacingly, narrowing his eyes at the brunette.
"Oh, but we do know him." The leader purred. "We bought him for my last birthday. Let me take him to the bathroom for 5 minutes and I'll give you 50 bucks. He has the most talented mouth I've ever come across." He joked.
The brunette boy started making obscene slurping sounds and the rest of the table laughed as several more boys grabbed for their wallets. Sasuke had heard enough.
Before anyone in the group saw his arm move, the Uchiha boy had grabbed the leader by the back of his head and slammed his face into the table. The boy's nose began spouting blood and his friend who was sitting closest to Sasuke hopped up, brandishing a knife he had pulled out of his boot. He took a swing with it, but Sasuke caught his arm easily and applied pressure in two separate points causing the boy to drop the knife. He slammed the now weaponless hand onto the table with a nasty crunch. He turned to face the brunette who had been making the sucking sounds, but stopped short as someone took a firm grasp of his right arm. He swung around to deliver a left hook but let his arm drop when he saw the face of his Anger Management instructor.
"What's going on, Sasuke?" Kakashi asked, concern evident in his usually bored voice.
"These assholes insulted my friend." Sasuke answered. Kakashi looked around quickly and the dark haired boy pointed to the pizza line. "He's over there somewhere." As Sasuke continued to scan the line he realized that Naruto in fact was not there anymore. He worriedly glanced around the rest of the food court, but the blond was nowhere to be seen. Both of the Urban Outfitter's bags that Sasuke had left Naruto guarding were still in the same spot, but the boy was gone.
Kakashi caught up to Sasuke and looked at him expectantly.
"Did you lose your friend?" he asked.
"This is bad." Sasuke muttered, picking up the bags. "I need to go see mall security."
"You're looking at him." Kakashi said, pointing at the badge that Sasuke had somehow missed. "This is my second job," He explained. "Now let's get up to the booth and see if we can page your friend. What's his name?"
"Naruto..."
"Naruto what?" Kakashi pressed.
"I don't know�" Sasuke confessed, following his teacher through the crowd. "I never asked."
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