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Lady Sings the Blues	By : antilogicgirl Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1015 -:- 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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Title: “Lady Sings the Blues”
Author: antilogicgirl
Series: Naruto
Genres: angst, romance
Begun: April 27, 2008
Compelted: August 7, 2008
Summary: Naruto thought he knew everything about his best friend, but it would appear that he was mistaken. Sasuke, on the other hand has strange ways of dealing with his emotions.
A/N: A thousand pardons for taking so long to post the final installment of this story. I had a bit of a disagreement with a rather ill-tempered guy named Gustav. He knocked out our power for a week, and the internet for three weeks. Having just got all of that sorted out, I've got the last part of the story for you. Thanks to all of my reviewers, because you all kept me going. Keep in mind that this part has some up-close and personal yaoi, and we'll all get along just fine.
Ah, I wanted also to say that this isn't quite one of my personal fantasies, but I do think that every man should be able to say he wore a dress...at least once. It does wonders for the way he'll look at a woman afterward. And damn the man who walks a mile in my 3.75 inch stilettos (red ones from Steve Madden...they're so pretty), and still has the balls to be a misogynist. Oh. And I wanted to make sure that everyone knows that I totally do not condone unprotected sex. In this day in age, it just ain't safe. That being said, on with the show!
Warnings:
FL--Foul Language
Y--Yaoi
Epilogue: Still
The lights went down, and the house was silent. And then came the familiar voice of the night manager, announcing, “And now, once again, please welcome the beautiful, and always enchanting…Saiyuri.” When the spotlight illuminated the microphone, Naruto was watching from his usual table. Sasuke was wearing one of the dresses that the blonde had picked for him. It was a deep blue, iridescent taffeta strapless number, with a rhinestone starburst brooch and a little velvet jacket. Jet-black hair had been styled into submission, hanging loose to shapely shoulders.
As usual, his lover wore crimson lipstick, and false eyelashes. A saxophone suddenly began the opening solo to “Stormy Blues”, and those long lashes lowered. Sasuke sang with a throaty voice, and Naruto was enthralled. He always was. There was little that he found more beautiful than the performing persona Sasuke adopted. He’d said so the last time he’d spoken to Sakura, and she’d scolded him for it. But, he reasoned, it was Saiyuri that first told him about the pale man’s feelings. Had it not been for the fact that every emotion was displayed so easily on the face of Sasuke’s alter ego, he might not be here now.
Partway through the song, those black eyes were fastened on him, and he couldn’t move. Naruto could barely breathe when he knew that he had Sasuke’s undivided attention. Now, he often laughed at himself for having been unable to recognize his own feelings. A year earlier, when he’d first seen this act, and later that night, gone to see Sasuke without really knowing why, he never would have thought that they would be like this.
That first night, they fell asleep in each other’s arms on the couch, and he woke up with a stiff neck, but also an armful of drop-dead-gorgeous-even-in-the-morning Sasuke. Needless to say, Uzumaki Naruto knew very well that he was the luckiest man on earth. As if he needed any reminder of that fact, Saiyuri sent a smile at him as she began to sing “April In Paris”. There were times when he thought it was strange, the way he didn’t really distinguish between Sasuke and Saiyuri. But then, he remembered that they were essentially the same person, and it was fine. He smiled back at his lover, and shifted in his chair. God, he couldn’t think of anything that was the least bit sexier than even the smallest of Sasuke’s smiles. Except, he remembered, perhaps one of those smiles when the dark-eyed man was trying to get Naruto into bed.
He became lost in his thoughts, suddenly unable to push away the memory of a few days earlier, when they’d been shopping for the very dress Sasuke now wore. Under the pretense of getting Naruto to unzip one of the other dresses he’d been trying on, that pale man had locked the both of them into a dressing room in the department store and proceeded to give him the most amazing—
He was jarred from his thoughts when the waitress suddenly arrived, asking if he wanted anything else to drink. Naruto waved her off, because honestly, he’d pretty well begun to drool during his little reverie.
Sasuke stepped lightly down the little staircase after the end of the set. Naruto sat at his accustomed table, looking devastatingly handsome in a navy-blue suit with subtle pinstripes. His white dress shirt seemed to glow in the low lights, and then there was the tie. For some reason, his lover had decided that he must own a bright orange tie, and wear it at every opportunity. While the color was offensive at most times, it strangely went rather well with his current suit. Sasuke lowered himself gracefully into a chair next to Naruto. “What are you drinking?” He asked, knowing that the man had only been drinking water.
“Whatever you are.” Naruto replied, smiling.
Sasuke smiled shyly, keeping up the act that had become their custom. “Oh, I’m not having a thing. I feel really tired, actually. Do you think you could help me out of this getup? It’s positively sweltering.” One pale hand indicated the dress Sasuke was wearing, and Naruto nodded slowly.
“I think I can handle that. I’m good with zippers.”
Sasuke had to try hard not to laugh, because Naruto was very good with zippers, especially his own. Instead, he managed a seductive smile. “Then follow me, big boy. We’ll see how good you are with this particular type of zipper.” It was like something out of a movie, the way Sasuke got up, and went back to the dressing room, waiting with barely contained anticipation until a few minutes later when Naruto appeared.
“Come here, gorgeous.” Naruto crooked a finger, and as if that digit had a magical string attached to it, Sasuke stepped forward, standing so close to his lover that he could feel body heat. Warm hands slid under the velvet of the bolero-style jacket, pushing it down and off of his shoulders. Naruto tossed it onto the little couch nearby. After a moment of blue eyes simply staring at him, Sasuke began to fidget. He never really felt quite comfortable when anyone stared at him, especially not Naruto.
His discomfort grew exponentially when he saw the way Naruto began casting furtive glances at the table behind him. That appraising, almost calculating expression was indicative of only one thing. His lover was attempting to gauge whether or not the table would stand up under their combined weight. As the other man edged closer, Sasuke tried to sidle away, if for no other reason than to try to get the dress off before Naruto decided he had to bend him over the table.
“Where are you going?” The blonde’s voice was innocent, not matching his eyes one bit.
Sasuke’s tone suddenly became edged with an unhealthy amount of whine as he held his hands up defensively. “Let me get out of the dress, Naruto…just…hey!” One wrist was grasped firmly in a large, tanned hand, and Naruto dragged him forward in spite of how he struggled.
There were little crinkles at the corners of those deep blue eyes as Naruto’s voice became a low rumble. It never failed to send pleasant shivers through Sasuke’s body when the other man talked like that. Totally unfair. “But you look so nice…I want to keep you in it for a little longer.” Insidious fingers grasped the full skirt of his dress, and started to pull first the taffeta, and then the petticoat that caused the thing to fluff out. Sasuke bit his lip. He could feel Naruto’s hot hands sliding over his hips, down and around until he felt himself lifted up by his thighs. As gently as possible, Naruto deposited him onto the table. It was just a bit wobbly, but it might hold up. And then, Sasuke was overwhelmed by sensations. Lips and tongue on his neck, hands slipping into the silky panties he’d put on. Heat and shortening breaths overcame him, and he gave up on resisting.
All of the fight was gone from Sasuke now. His head had fallen back, exposing more of that gorgeous porcelain skin in an open invitation for him to touch and taste as much as he liked. Naruto smiled deviously against the column of Sasuke’s throat. His hands moved seemingly of their own volition, but he’d had this scenario perfectly planned out for at least a week. He knew exactly where his fingers needed to touch to extract just the right reactions.
At the moment, Naruto’s right hand had begun its inspection of those adorable pink silk panties, and the contents therein. Sasuke gasped when his lover’s fingers brushed over the coarse hair at the base of his still-forming erection. Naruto knew very well what Sasuke thought of this type of behavior, but that only served to fuel the heat in his belly that seemed to grow. He let his teeth gently scrape at the sensitive skin just behind the paler man’s jaw, and earned a hiss. “Naruto…you tease…”
“Tsk, tsk,” came the amused reply, “no name-calling, love.” His unoccupied hand slid down one thigh-high silk stocking, feeling muscles tensing. Sasuke had the longest, most dangerously sexy legs he’d ever laid eyes on, and they looked even longer now, since he wore a pair of blue velvet stilettos. Suddenly, and without warning, the very same leg he’d been caressing moved up to rest on his shoulder. This position caused memories to flood forward, each and every one exhibiting just how flexible those legs were, and how much Naruto really did love them around his neck.
His heart began to pound against his ribs when Sasuke arched against him, trying to force Naruto to touch him more. “But you are a tease…” the pale man moaned as his change in position caused his erection to graze the palm of Naruto’s hand. “And you’re trying to make me beg, aren’t you?” Naruto blinked a few times. Apparently, Sasuke had seen through his brilliant plan. Now that the jig was up, it wouldn’t be anywhere near as much fun. Sasuke slid backward just a little on the table—any more, and it might collapse—and looked at Naruto with heavily lidded eyes.
A smile graced perfect lips, and Saiyuri’s throaty voice came out, “I can play along, if you like. Just don’t tease me too much. You know how loud I get.” Nartuo nodded. Indeed, his lover did scream loudly. It was a very good thing they had few neighbors. Otherwise, there would have been some rather ugly complaints.
Sasuke’s other leg wrapped around his waist, and tightened, pulling him close, and Naruto could feel his clothed erection press against the back of the other man’s thigh. He groaned, and his fingers wrapped around hard flesh, teasing and stroking until whimpers turned to moans. The moans started to break into gasping breaths, and then Naruto heard, “Oh, God…stop, please…please—“ nails painted the color of midnight dug into the virgin wool of his suit jacket, and he could feel Sasuke’s body start to tense, “—I don’t…not yet—“ Sasuke's mouth found his, kissing and licking desperately at his lips, finally whispering, “—not until you’re inside me…”
All of Naruto’s self-control snapped then, and he pulled away completely. His suit jacket joined Sasuke’s on the couch, as did the panties the other man had been wearing. A short fishing trip into his pants pocket turned up a couple of items that they were certain to need.
Sasuke watched breathlessly as his lover rooted around his pocket. He didn’t think it was possible for his heart to race any faster than it now was, but the instant his eyes fastened to the small tube in Naruto’s hand it seemed to double its pace; he disregarded the little foil packet. His hand reached out, taking hold of that obnoxious orange tie and pulling. Now within range, he used his other hand to grab and shove the condom back into one dark pin-striped pocket. “I want to feel you,” he explained when Naruto looked at him in confusion. Bewilderment turned quickly to surprise, and understandably so. Sasuke was unable to explain why after an entire year, he suddenly didn’t want even that thin layer of latex between them. It didn’t matter. “Quickly…” he managed to say as he pushed himself forward to the edge of the table, his legs spreading further apart.
Naruto’s hands fumbled—something that rarely happened in this sort of situation—and Sasuke watched every movement. Once he had used enough of the lubricant on himself, the blonde man turned his attention to Sasuke. The clear gel was cold when it touched his skin. Sasuke closed his eyes, concentrating on the feeling of slick fingers moving over the surface of his left buttock, and down, until they found their way to that most secret of places. He let out a hiss of pleasure; Naruto had begun massaging, loosening the tight ring of muscles that would need quite a lot of coaxing.
Moments later, the now-familiar stretching sensation accompanied a very skilled hand that never really managed to distract him from the fact that something much larger would be there soon. Sasuke tried not to hold his breath, but was having little success. The waiting was always the hardest part. He could handle it, though. Naruto was well worth the wait.
Sasuke loved those first few seconds after his lover slid inside him. There was always a short amount of time when both of them must adjust to the feeling. Briefly, he felt the other man’s fingertips brush teasingly at the small gland that caused his breath to come up short. In a pleasured hiss, he gritted out, “You—“ but was cut off as Naruto deliberately pressed at the spot more firmly. When he’d come to his senses once again, Sasuke groaned, “You’re evil…”
A devious smile crossed beautiful lips as they neared his face. Naruto’s voice was husky, almost hoarse with need as he shot back, “But you love me for it. Admit it, Sasuke.” Again and again, those fingers pressed at Sasuke’s prostate, and he soon lost all understanding of anything that involved speech.
Panting now, and making some of the most undignified sounds possible, he braced his hands on the back end of the table. The stretching sensation no longer burned, and though his lover no longer prodded his prostate gland, he was still unable to do so much as speak. Naruto began kissing his neck, nibbling at areas that were sensitive, and moving upward toward his jaw. The hand that had been toying with his erection was suddenly gone, and he gave a very indecorous whimper before Naruto grasped his left hand, pulling it away from where it was. The voice at his ear nearly made him lose control of his own body. “I want to see you touch yourself,” the voice said, hot breath and low tone nearly causing Sasuke to climax before he’d even begun to comply.
And obey he did, his fingers wrapping around his own hot flesh as he listened to Naruto’s sinful voice in his ear. “Don’t make yourself come,” his lover said, “that’s my job…” His grip tightened on himself, and he could feel his orgasm nearing. So close…
Moving his hand more furiously now, the voice in his ear became a low buzz, a sound he promptly ignored. He did not hear the warnings of retribution, of revenge. But Sasuke did feel when his hand was unceremoniously ripped from his erection. He felt it when Naruto pulled his fingers from him. Now completely dazed, his body was in shock from the abrupt lack of stimulation. “I told you not to make yourself come.” Naruto’s tone was dangerous, and once again, Sasuke found himself close to the edge. It was the deep, half-menacing quality that the voice had, coupled with the fact that he’d been being teased for close to half an hour.
“I…” he stammered, “I couldn’t help it…” His body was beginning to feel cold as he stared down into angry blue eyes. Sasuke knew he must do something right away to get this thing going again, or he was going to be highly uncomfortable for some time. “You feel so good,” he said weakly, letting his voice sound as desperate as he felt, “I almost came just from you telling me not to.” There was a slight groan from his lover, and Sasuke knew that he had very nearly won. Just a little more… “I need you,” his legs tightened around the other man’s waist, causing Naruto’s slick erection to brush against his own. It was as if fire ignited along every nerve in his body, and Sasuke thrust his hips against the slick sensation. “Ahhh…Oh, God…I need you so badly…”
Naruto leaned toward his ear again, and in that same growling tone, he demanded, “Tell me what you need.”
“I need you inside me,” Sasuke gasped as he continued to rub himself against his lover, feeling the impending orgasm once again, and unable to stop it. “Hurry, please! Make love to me before I come…I’m going to…Oh, God I—“
Somehow, Naruto had managed to pull back from him. Sasuke whined again at the loss of contact, and his hand was halfway to reaching to stroke himself once more when he felt the blunt tip of Naruto’s erection pressing into him. It was as it always had been. Hot, slick heaven and the fires of hell all rolled into one, burning him to the bone and raising him from the dead, over and over again. Sasuke felt hands on the inside of his knees, pushing his legs back toward his chest, and spreading him wider. The first time Naruto hit his prostate on a hard thrust, he screamed. His eyes squeezed shut, and his head flew backward as little convulsions of pleasure wracked his body.
A moment later, he felt something soft being stuffed into his mouth. His eyes popped open, and Naruto indicated the dressing table. He’d shoved one of Sasuke’s long gloves into his mouth. “You must stay quiet.”
Sasuke pulled the gag from his mouth and tossed it aside. “No,” he gasped as he pulled his lover deeper inside him, “I can’t be quiet…ah…let them hear.” Again and again, he made sure that they were joined as completely as possible, and moans fell unashamedly from his lips as he was closer and closer to release. Yet, each time he tried to touch himself, his hands were batted away, leaving him neglected. “Please,” he begged, his body so tense it felt as if it may snap, “please let me touch myself…”
“I don’t think so,” he heard next to his ear, just before a brutal assault on that little bundle of nerves deep inside him, and he screamed again. “Consider this payback,” Naruto said in a strangely musical tone as he leaned in to nip at the edge of Sasuke’s jaw. This new, somewhat awkward position caused the front of Naruto’s shirt to rub against Sasuke’s painfully neglected erection, and he bit his lips against the moan that tried to erupt from his mouth. Sometimes, he hated how he was not much more than a quivering mass of need when they made love. There were times when Sasuke wished he could do the same to Naruto.
Hands slid over the smooth fabric that stretched over his corset, coming to rest at the curve of his waist. Through all that cloth, he could feel body heat, and the way that Naruto’s hands shook. “Sasuke…” Breath came ragged and nearly stuttering against his neck. “I…” Sasuke recognized this behavior. Naruto was perilously close to the edge. The movement of his lover’s hips became erratic, and he started letting out tiny whimpers as he held on tightly to Sasuke and abused his already overly stimulated prostate.
What happened then was more a blur than anything. He didn’t remember just how his legs ended up around Naruto’s neck, or how his lover managed to cover his mouth against a scream that might have shattered the mirror at the dressing table without such muffling. Sasuke became completely insensible when his orgasm finally rocked him. The next thing he did know was that a damp cloth was being used to wipe at the mess he’d made of himself as he lay on the couch. Naruto had already righted his own clothing. He smiled slightly as he stood. “You passed out, gorgeous.” Blue eyes seemed highly amused. “Guess I should let you get out of that corset next time. It must make breathing difficult.”
Sasuke gave a slight wince at his lover’s stupidity. Naruto knew exactly why he’d lost consciousness. “You idiot,” he groaned, “give me back my panties. I have to make myself presentable.”
“Now, that’s not something you hear every day.” Naruto grinned as Sasuke rolled his eyes. It was with this evil smile that the blonde fished the tiny pink underwear out of his pocket, handing them over as requested. “I love it when your temper gets nasty.” Sasuke grumbled inarticulately under his breath, attempting to put on his underwear without wrinkling the skirt of his dress any more than he already had. Once he had struggled to his feet, and straightened his dress to the best of his ability, he glanced in the mirror. His makeup was fine. A hand landed on his shoulder, and he watched as Naruto placed a kiss in the crook of his neck. “Come on,” said the other man, “let’s get home.”
Sasuke picked up his purse, makeup kit, and the little velvet jacket before taking the offered arm. Nodding in agreement, he leaned on his lover. “Lead the way,” he said in a breathy voice, watching as it had the desired effect, causing broad shoulders to tremble in a shiver. It was going to be a long night, but Sasuke needed a shower first.
End
A/N: So, how was it? Good enough? You’d all better review and tell me what you think. Thanks again for reading!
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