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Precautions	By : GobletofFenrir Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 1804 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Hey guys, I'm back! *Waits for storm of rotten tomatoes to stop* Ok, so...Here's the thing. I really just lost passion for this story. That, combined with the incredible workload I faced this semester just really slowed down any creative process I could have hoped to have. But never fear! I've actually rekindled my love for this story and its plotline. However, my updates will remain somewhat infrequent for the next month or so. Finals are almost here, though, so the next update should be in about a month and then every two weeks or so after that.

So, if you don't want to fry my eyeballs with onions and stab me with rusty spoons, please enjoy. Seriously, I'm begging you. Please.

"Sir? Sir, we're here."

Light filtered spottily into Naruto's eyes as he slowly blinked them open. He rubbed his eyes with his knuckles, ridding them of the final vestiges of sleep. He glanced blearily at the person before him.

"Iruka?" he grumbled, sitting up slowly.

The tanned face before him smiled tenderly. Iruka reached into his coat, withdrawing a navy blue handkerchief. He extended it to Naruto.

"You'd better wipe your face," Iruka suggested in his usual kind, stern voice.

Naruto's hand flew to his mouth, his cheeks flushing. "Thanks. I didn't mean to fall asleep that deeply." The blond wiped his mouth and chin with the silky cloth before sheepishly handing it back to the chauffeur.

Iruka took the handkerchief and, tucking it back into his jacket without comment, stepped back to allow his passenger enough room to exit. As the blond left the vehicle, Iruka's dark eyes scanned his person for any type of imperfection. Discreetly, he took in every detail of Naruto's appearance: the folds of his shirt, the fit of his slacks at his waist, his crooked tie.

Without hesitation, he stepped forward and adjusted the offensively angled neckwear, centering it and smoothing the front of Naruto's shirt for good measure. He then stepped back and dropped his hands to his sides, looking into the blond's eyes.

"Thanks," Naruto murmured sheepishly, scratching the back of his head.

Iruka inclined his head with a modest smile. "Nonsense, I have to look after you. Madame Sakura has a fit over you boys when you're not pristine, you know." Naruto chuckled softly. "Honestly, between you and Kiba, I feel more like a nanny than a chauffeur at times."

The blond smiled brightly. "Where would I be without you, Iruka?"

"Stranded, sir,"

The soft smile that had occupied Iruka's features faltered as he looked into the younger man's vividly blue eyes. He raised a hand and placed it on Naruto's shoulder, giving it a light squeeze.

"Have a good night, sir," he said softly. "I'll see you in the morning."

Even in the darkness of the night, Iruka could see the light in Naruto's eyes dim just a little. His face hardened into a well cut jaw and high cheekbones, all traces of smiling softness having receded into a handsome mask. They stood for a moment in silence.

Naruto cast a sidelong glance at the driver before tucking his hands in the pockets of his well-pressed slacks. A halfhearted smile just managed to tilt the corners of his mouth. His eyes flickered to Iruka's for a moment, lingering on the warm brown gaze of the other man.

"Good night, Iruka," Naruto nearly whispered.

Without another word, the blond headed for the opulent manor before him. As he loped up the stairs, he cast a look at the glowing moon and was suddenly awash with a soft, sick jealousy. I wish I could be that far away, he thought, and knocked twice on the door.

—x—

"Naruto. I'm sure you're simply brimming with questions."

Naruto rolled his eyes, but remained silent. He'd learned some time ago that it was never safe to assume that Sakura would be pleasant upon arrival. More often than not it seemed she found an exquisite pleasure in being unkind in only the most civil of ways. Naruto assumed that she would always remain a mystery.

The tap of Sakura's heels against the marble floor echoed as she strode quickly toward one of the twin spiral staircases in the foyer. As the two of them began to climb the stairs, Naruto idly let his eyes wander over the remarkable decadence of the estate. A long, thin Oriental rug lined the stairs that were carved from the same marble as the floors. Thickly tufted and intricately woven with wool of the most beautiful hues, the blond always felt somewhat guilty for walking on it. The stair rails were wrought iron bent and formed into a delicate filigree pattern of leaves and vines. Masterpieces of exorbitant beauty and value lined the beautifully painted walls. Elegance reigned.

Looking past the decadence of the house, Naruto took in Sakura. He could not recall a time when she had appeared before him less than immaculately dressed and polished, and tonight was no exception. Her hair was pulled back neatly into a high pink bun. A diamond comb held it in place while curled tendrils fell to frame her delicate face. Her lips were a demure shade of burgundy to match the well-fitted dress that clung to her slim hips and petite waist. A large diamond hung from her neck on a thin gold chain. Her nails were an even, glossy red.

It could have been intimidating, Naruto realized, had he not been exposed to it all for so long. The extravagance, the opulence, it was everyday life for him. Even Sakura and her icy beauty held little effect on him after all the time he'd spent in various mansions and manors and estates. Picturesque austerity had become uncomfortably familiar.

They reached the third floor in silence. The short walk from the staircase to Sakura's office was only slightly more eventful, as the clicking of her shoes returned. Both of them stopped before a set of extravagantly carved mahogany double doors. Sakura pushed them open, not waiting for Naruto to enter before walking in and sitting down in one of two large, Victorian-style armchairs.

"You have ten minutes to ask any questions you may have," she began primly. "Immediately following, you've fifteen minutes to ready yourself on the second floor, as you're expected in the parlor in half an hour." Sakura smoothed her already pristine dress, lacing her fingers on her knee and looking to Naruto expectantly.

Naruto seated himself in the chair opposite Sakura and sighed. "Why am I here?"

The face that Sakura made at Naruto's question suggested that were she any other woman she might have rolled her eyes. "I'm sure I don't need to recall the terms of your contract every night that your services are required." Her voice lilted with thinly veiled pretention.

Naruto grit his teeth. "You know what I mean," he said tightly. "How did someone know my name?" Despite his vehemence, a frigid jolt of apprehension shot down his spine as the words left him.

Sakura's face slid from its visage of arrogant amusement to an annoyed sort of ambivalence. Her painted lips fell into a small, bothered frown. "Well, I may have…misspoken." Her fingers tightened across her satin-clad knee. "As Mistress Tsunade relayed to me, a small party requested you, Neji, and Kiba. Or, more accurately, the dog, the robot, and the American, as she cares to call you. Mistress Tsunade says that these…benefactors requested you based on appearance. To our knowledge, your identity is safe." The pink haired woman's long, elegant fingers loosened at her knee. "I apologize for worrying you, but I had to ensure your cooperation." Sakura's eyes hardened in tandem with her voice. "Not that it was a particularly necessary precaution."

Her words washed over him, reassuring in their finality, but something still bothered him. The same anxious wariness sat uncomfortably in Naruto's stomach.

"You still have a few minutes. Anything else?"

The blond curled his lip at Sakura's blatant flaunting of her authority. Even though she was only the messenger between Naruto and his employers, she loved to brandish her position with the higher ups as a type of preventative measure against Naruto and the others speaking or acting in any way that she found unacceptable. It galled him.

"Guess not," Naruto responded coolly, standing. "Can you send some coffee down? I didn't really get a lot of sleep." His subtle jab brought a smirk to his lips as he turned from Sakura and began making his way toward the door.

"Certainly," Sakura responded as primly as ever. "You will be needing your energy, won't you?"

Naruto gripped the doorknob tightly. A retort was lodged in his throat, but he swallowed it. It's not worth provoking her. He thought. He burned to turn around and wipe the smirk from her face with every scalding reprisal he'd ever wanted to scream at her beautifully painted face. Instead, he jerked the doorknob and stormed out of the room, slamming the heavy wooden door behind him.

In the hallway, away from Sakura, he was immediately calmer. Always having been a person that couldn't stay angry for long, he welcomed the familiar feeling of his tension sliding from his shoulders as his feet carried him down the hall to the stairs. He ascended the carpeted staircase in deep concentration. I wonder who requested us. It echoed in his mind.

Over the nearly five years that Naruto had been employed by Tsunade and Kakashi, he'd been requested more times than he could remember. His feisty personality and classically American looks attracted clients to him in droves. Never, though, in his years of service had anyone demanded his presence in the middle of the night with any of the other men Naruto worked with. It was all peculiar to him and somewhat unsettling.

Even as put off as he was by the situation, the infallible optimism he was known for reared its cheerful head. "At least I get to work with Kiba," he murmured distractedly as his body took the turns and steps it knew as if on auto-pilot. "He always makes it easier."

A sudden weight appeared from nowhere on Naruto's back, knocking him off of his feet. The blond landed harshly on the ground, narrowly missing a nearby marble statue.

"Aw, Blondie, I missed you too!" Kiba nuzzled Naruto's shoulder, arms still wrapped tightly around the blond's torso. "We've been apart for so long! I don't how I've made it this long without you!"

Naruto laughed despite the dull throbbing of his wrists from having broken his fall. "God, Kiba, get off!" He cried amusedly, struggling to rise to his elbows.

The brunet responded by wrapping his legs around Naruto's waist and clutching him even tighter. "I can't believe you'd say that to me, Naruto. I thought what we had was special!" He moaned dramatically.

Naruto managed to rise on wobbly legs, Kiba still clinging to his back. "Kiba. Seriously, man. You are such a homo." Laughter clung to his voice as he began walking toward the dressing room with his friend attached to his back.

Kiba shifted, resting his arms on Naruto's shoulders and clasping his hands together against the blond's chest. "Hey, in this line of work, that's a good thing."

Another string of laughs escaped Naruto's lips. "That it is, my friend."

After a moment of comfortable silence, Naruto arrived at the dressing room door. "Well, we made it," he said, releasing his hold on Kiba's thighs and bending at the knee to let him.

"Phew. For a second there I was getting worried." Kiba grinned and slid from Naruto's back. He patted the blond's head with a smile. "That'll do, fag. That'll do." (1) The brunet stepped ahead of Naruto, grabbing the doorknob and twisting. He pushed open the door and walked in with Naruto in tow.

"Oh, your words. They wound me so." Naruto laughed, following Kiba through the door.

The two young men stepped into a large, dimly lit room. A crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, the anchor for several lengths of richly dyed fabric that curved down from the ceiling and were attached at points to the walls. Tapestries rather than paintings decorated the room. The floor was mahogany, polished to the point that they could see their reflections in its gleaming surface. All over there were lounge chairs and settees, feather pillows and decorative cushions. Along the far wall there were vanities with large, lighted mirrors. Each mirror's frame featured a different elegant filigree design carved from the same wood as the floor. Beneath each mirror, the vanities were covered with different types of cosmetics and hygiene products. Beside every vanity there was a large, ornately carved wardrobe and matching side table.

"So, what's the deal with this whole middle of the night group request thing?" Kiba asked, stepping over a dark green cushion.

"Hell if I know," Naruto answered. "I got the same amount of info from Sakura as you did. Except I probably got more of her bitchery."

Kiba snorted. "Aw, Blondie, you know she's just jealous because you're beautiful!"

Naruto rolled his eyes, pulling out the stool in front of his vanity. "Yeah, well, my beauty is my burden around here."

The brunet couldn't help but hear the sadness in his friend's voice as he sat before his own vanity. It wasn't easy to do what they did, but he knew it was hardest on Naruto, as one of the most popular at the manor. He tried to hold on to his smile.

"Fuck, I've got to stop feeding your ego."

It warmed Kiba's heart that Naruto's smile returned, even if it wasn't as bright.

"So where's Neji?"

Kiba leaned closer to his mirror, turning his jaw side to side as he checked his face for any sign of stubble. A cursory glance deemed it acceptable.

"You know the Ice Prince; he's probably in his "personal boudoir"."

Naruto snorted. "Ah, the bathroom. Even the most troubled of souls can find solace on a nice, cool porcelain throne."

Kiba laughed, reaching for his powder puff. A comfortable silence settled over the two men as they both attended to whatever cosmetic needs they required. It was always expected of them to appear before clients in immaculate condition without exception. Usually, that meant hairless and made up to a degree rivaling supermodels.

A soft knock at the door broke the focus both men had developed on their appearance. A moment later, a small, delicate-looking young man entered the room carrying a tray of cups and a teapot. His shining brunet hair hung down past his slim waist. Large, soft eyes the color of chocolate glimmered brightly, lighting up his cheery, remarkably feminine face. His voluptuous lips were smiling softly, but opened as he entered the room.

"You sent for coffee, gentlemen?"

The dainty timbre of the man's voice made Naruto smile. "Yeah. Thanks, Haku."

As the soft-looking young man made his way toward the place where both of them were sitting, Naruto took in the servant with smiling eyes. He had a fittingly sweet and simple name, Haku. The man had worked for The Council for longer than Naruto had, but remained as innocent-looking as the day they had met. It was unfortunate, Naruto had always thought, that such a beautiful and kind person was forced to work in such a place, but it was hardly Haku's fault.

His father, a man named Zabuza, Naruto had learned, had accumulated an enormous debt with the Council by paying for all of his visits through credit and promising to pay it back. Zabuza died young, however, leaving Haku, as Zabuza's only living relative, to repay his father's debt. Rather than wait for Haku, who was only 12 at the time, to turn 18 and allow him to work off what his father owed, Kakashi and Tsunade condemned him to serve their real employees as a maid, servant, or whatever other menial position needed to be filled. His subservient position, The Council felt, served as a warning to those unable to pay the exorbitant fees that they charged.

"How are you doing tonight, sir?" Haku asked jovially, setting a delicate porcelain cup and saucer on Naruto's vanity.

The blond shook his head, scattering his thoughts of pity and sadness for the other man. "Fine," he replied. "And I told you, you don't have to call me sir."

Haku smiled kindly, bowing his head as he placed another cup and saucer beside Kiba's hand. "I'm sorry, Naruto. It's a force of habit, I'm afraid."

Kiba threw his arm around Haku's waist, causing the smaller man to start and blush prettily. "You can always call me sir, Haku," Kiba winked at Haku suggestively. "I think it's kinda kinky."

Naruto swatted at Kiba's arm, making him release Haku from his captive embrace. "Yeah, because we don't get enough of that."

Kiba shrugged. "Hey, man, I was into that before I even came here. That's the best part of my night."

Naruto rolled his eyes. "Perv," he murmured.

Haku, who had been smiling during the entire conversation as he added cream and sugar to both coffees, cleared his throat daintily. "Excuse me, but is there anything else I can do for you? If not, I was told not to distract you from readying."

A sad smile ghosted over Haku's features. He bowed respectfully, tossing his long hair over his shoulder and picked up his tray to leave. Naruto gently placed his hand on his arm.

"Actually, there is something you can do," he stated.

Haku set his tray down and looked to Naruto with a pretty smile.

Naruto turned back to his vanity, inspecting his appearance. He considered himself for a moment and picked up a thick black eyeliner pencil and began rimming his eyes with it. "I was wondering if you could tell me about the guys that requested us tonight," he stated, smiling. "Since you tend to know everything that goes on here."

Haku let loose a light, girlish laugh. "Naruto, you aren't suggesting that I gossip?" He asked, a falsely abashed look claiming his girlish features.

Kiba stood from his vanity seat and wrapped his arms around Haku's hips from behind. "Come on, Haku, we all know you're the shadow queen. Who else could find out so many dirty little secrets? You're like our little gossip ninja." He purred into Haku's long, pale throat.

The smaller man giggled, half-heartedly pulling at Kiba's arm. "Alright, alright," he consented. "But you know my services don't come cheap."

Kiba ran his nose along the man's jaw, running his dangerously pointed fingernails through Haku's long soft hair. "What a surprise; neither do ours."

Another lilting giggle left Haku's lush lips before he answered. "I heard Sakura talking to Kakashi earlier. Apparently, it's a birthday celebration for someone very precious to him. He said that there will be three people, all men. One for each of you, but the birthday boy goes to you."

Naruto set down his eyeliner and turned to Haku. "I guess that's why Sakura's been such a hardass."

Haku let out a dainty squeak as Kiba picked him up from behind. "Thanks, Haku! You're just the bee's knees." He laughed, placing Haku back on the ground. "What do we owe ya?"

Haku, bright pink in the face, straightened out his shirt before turning around to face Kiba. "Oh, just the usual: a detailed account of what happens tonight." The petite man, for all of his innocence and femininity, had quite the voyeuristic streak in him, and had been longing to fill Kiba or Naruto's shoes for years. Hearing them regale their nightly exploits the following afternoon gave him the kind of thrill that servitude lacked and made work just a little more interesting.

"Consider it done," Naruto remarked, standing from his vanity chair. "Thanks for the coffee, Haku, but we have to change; it's getting late," he stated awkwardly, hoping he didn't sound rude.

"Oh!" Haku flushed, gathering his things onto his lacquered wooden tray. "Of course you do, I'm sorry." He lifted the tray and began toward the door. "Good night, Naruto, Kiba," he said gently over his shoulder.

"Night!" Kiba and Naruto called back in tandem.

The door closed with a soft click and the two men approached their wardrobes, where the night's chosen outfit would lie, already picked out for them. Naruto pulled open the carved wooden doors and sighed at what he found.

"Ugh. You have got to be kidding me."

The only response was Kiba's laughter.

-xXx-

Several minutes later, after wiggling into their outfits and double checking their appearances, Kiba and Naruto were standing on the plush carpeting of the second floor drawing room. The two men were clad only in obscenely tight black vinyl shorts, hardly more than underwear, and thick leather collars. Made up, perfumed, and moisturized, they stood with their feet apart, chins up, and hands crossed at the wrist and resting against the smalls of their backs.

"I wonder if they're hot," Kiba wondered idly, cocking his head to the side in thought. "I mean, most of our guys aren't, but I feel like Kakashi's too vain to have unattractive friends."

Naruto snorted. "Right. I just hope Mr. Birthday Boy doesn't want me to spend all night "blowing out his candle" if you know what I mean."

Kiba barked out a raucous laugh just as the door opened and Sakura entered the room. Per the usual, she immediately glided across the floor, coming to a halt before the two scantily clad men. She eyed them both head to toe, searching for any type of imperfection in their buffed and polished forms. Sakura's footfalls were silenced by the thickly tufted carpeting as she circled Kiba and Naruto.

"At least you've managed to make yourselves presentable."

Her words slithered over Naruto like snakes, cold and venomous. As Sakura began to inspect them a clammy anxiety settled over Naruto. She examined them predatorily, ready to strike at the smallest of flaws. Usually her last minute onceovers were unpleasant bouts of nitpicking and snide comments, but the night's secrets and apprehensions had set them all on edge. Any alleviation of his worries he had felt during his reprieve with Kiba had melted away, replaced with uneasiness.

After completing her circle she stepped back from the two and crossed her hands before her. "Well, if this is the best you can do, I suppose I'm not to blame," Sakura sniffed, standing between the two, back turned. "Though for the money your customers pay, I'd expect a little more."

"Good thing we're not here to please you, then," Kiba quipped without missing a beat.

"I warn you, Kiba, your insolence—"

"Oh come on, Sakura," Kiba's smirk was audible. "You know that if you could afford to get rid of me you would've done it by now."

Sakura turned sharply to face him. Anger ricocheted across her delicate, painted features quick as lightning. A moment later, her countenance settled itself back into its usual placid porcelain mask. Her voice was the timbre of distant thunder.

"Your worth to me lies below your hips and above your thighs. As that's less than unique, it's hardly a matter of not being able to be rid of you; you're simply still making me money."

Kiba's cheek and Sakura's icy snark had made them natural enemies, but this was something else entirely. Naruto glanced at the man beside him, unsure of what to say or do. He could just barely hear Kiba grinding his teeth beside him. The brunet made no other sound.

"No snarky comeback, Mr. Inuzuka?" Sakura stalked a slow step forward, jade eyes blazing into Kiba's own. "Have you finally learned when to stop barking?"

Naruto's eyebrows furrowed in confusion when Kiba gave no reply. It was unlike his friend to accept ridicule, especially from Sakura. He could see the tension in Kiba's shoulders, hear his teeth grind together as the brunet valiantly attempted to stave off rage. Sakura's malice had caused a sickening fury to bubble in his own stomach, and to see Kiba remain silent in its wake was pushing him to his breaking point. Just as he was turning to face Sakura's demure, emotionless face, a voice sounded from the back of the room.

"Don't count on it."

Sakura's triumphant smirk shriveled into a crooked stripe of maroon across her face. The brunt of Naruto's anger dissipated at the sound of the cold, familiar voice.

"Well," Sakura began in a voice that sounded the slightest bit tremulous. "It's about time, Mr.—"

"Spare me, Sakura," The cool, deep voice dismissed her easily. "I don't come when you beckon me."

Neji stalked forward to stand just behind Kiba and Naruto. He was easily a head taller than both of them; he towered over Sakura. With a well-manicured hand, he flicked long, silky black hair over his exposed shoulder. Against his milky skin it looked like a shadow.

"Kiba, Naruto, let's go. It's time," Neji turned without another word and stalked from the room as silently as he had entered it.

Kiba's eyes were still narrowed on Sakura, his face a handsome mask of anger. His fists were clenched as his sides, muscular shoulders stiff with tension. Naruto lifted a hand and placed it on the firm muscle of Kiba's bicep. The skin was hot beneath his palm.

"Come on, they're waiting on us," Naruto said in his best impersonation of glib smugness.

He turned, bringing Kiba begrudgingly with him. As he turned away from her, Naruto caught of glimpse of Sakura, her ruby lips again curled upward into a smirk. It rekindled the fire of anger in his gut. He faced Sakura once again, Kiba halting as he turned toward her.

"I wonder," he spat, his voice dripping with venom. "Do you remember what it's like to be wanted?"

The look of shock on Sakura's face was more vindicating than he had anticipated. Forcing himself to savor it only for a moment, Naruto turned his back and began to walk out of the room. From the corner of his eye, he could see the smile returning to Kiba's face.

I know right? This is some crazy stuff...Ok, so I know I promised Enter the Sasuke, but this time I mean it! Next chapter, for realsies. Promise...Guys, just trust me. Please? I swear this time...Don't break my legs.

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