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Naruto bore a stance of triumph, eyeing his prize in victory.
“You’ve got me tied up, dobe. Now what the hell do you want?” Sasuke’s mind reeled at the realization he’d been capture by his enemy before he’d even attained a chanced to execute the first phases of his plan. This was not how his story was supposed to end.
“What am I going to do with you?” Naruto parroted, snickering. He tossed his hands behind his head nonchalantly and rocked back on his heels. “Oh, not much, really.” He approached his bound prey, grinning. “Let’s see... we can start with...” The blonde fox took out a kunai, Sasuke’s heart rising to his throat.
The kunai flicked out once, then twice, slicing open Sasuke’s ruined shirt. With a few more quick cuts, the shirt fell open in the front, some pieces floating down to settle at their feet.
Naruto stood back a few steps, hands on his hips while he admired his prey. The Uchiha heir looked well into anger and bordering the edge of fearful. His shirt, what once was an expensive tailored piece, was now ugly and mostly missing.
What was the point of that though? To ruin a shirt that had already long been disgraced by the likes of merry party-goers. Sasuke gasped slightly as a hand reached out, Naruto’s finger tips trailing up the bear chest, then back down. One little finger took a moment to delve in the bellybutton there, then slipped out and brushed the edge of Sasuke’s waistband.
Sasuke, to his merit, was starting to gather an understanding of his situation. Was that lust in Naruto’s eyes? Did he see a lecherous gleam to those animalistic features of Uzumaki’s? “Pervert.” Sasuke smirked knowingly, chin lowering as he stared down the other boy with gleeful anticipation. “You were stalking me the whole night, weren’t you?” he challenged the blonde.
Naruto smirked, “You’re tied up with extra thick chakra rope, and you’re all alone. Are you sure you want to be taunting me like that, bastard?” He slid the sharp side of the kunai down Sasuke’s chin teasingly, pointing out that he really did have the upper hand.
“Pheh. Like you’d kill me.”
“Who said anything about wanting to kill you?” The blonde gave his captive a bizarre glare.
“No one. I’m just pointing out that I can handle anything you try and shove on me.” he smiled, licking his lower lip tauntingly.
Naruto raised his chin a bit to stare down his nose at Sasuke thoughtfully. The Uchiha wasn’t being nearly as panicky and whiny as he’d hoped. “Hmph.” He pursed his lips and cocked his head to the left, considering his options. “Anything, Teme? You can handle... anything?”
“Anything.” Sasuke confirmed, a challenging sneer tracing his lips.
Naruto accepted the silent invite from his rival. In one smooth movement, the blonde leaned forward and crushed his lips into the awaiting mouth before him. Sasuke opened wide, allowing lips, tongue, and any other sweet thing Naruto had to offer. There was a simultaneous groan, followed by a slight scuffle as Naruto tried to gain dominance over the other boy with a huff. He jerked back when teeth sunk into his lower lip painfully.
Sasuke hissed a soft laugh, licking the sweet foreign saliva from the out regions of his mouth. “What’s amatter, Dobe, can’t handle a little teeth? What did you expect if you brought me up here to mouth molest me.” he titillated the younger boy with glee at the flustered blush he was returned.
Naruto was hesitant, but he could not deny the obvious sexual craving Sasuke was freely revealing. “What the hell is your problem?” Naruto snorted a half smile, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. “Aren’t you the least bit freaked? Any other person would be.” He murmured half seriously, half in annoyance that his master plan to scare Sasuke shitless had partly failed. He could always chock up half a victory to the neurotic twitch Sasuke had developed while downstairs in that foreign land of hormones, music, and booze.
Sasuke shook slightly in his bonds, as if indicating he wanted out now. “I came here to pin you against a wall and show you what I’m really made of, asshole.” Sasuke muttered. The air of slight confusion and major sexual prowess on both their parts, had died down.
Rationality had brought them both to the conclusion that the other was just as perverse as himself. Both their plans had backfired one way or another, Sasuke’s more than Naruto’s.
Naruto laughed lightly, leaning against the wall beside his bound prey. “Oh really? You were going to show me, were you? Look who’s tied up to a bed post.”
“Is that what I’m tied to?”
Naruto chuckled in amusement, watching the aggravated struggle between man and bindings.
Sasuke chanced a glance over his shoulder to confirm that, yes, there was indeed a four poster bed behind him. “We could make good use out of that.” He suggested with a returning tease in his voice.
Naruto pouted at him through squinted eyes. “You’re as perverted as Kakashi-sensei, you prick.”
Sasuke scoffed in disbelief, “Who tied who up, again?”
Naruto sniffed and tossed his hands behind his head, brushing off the accusation. “I was just gonna rattle you up a bit, see what your reaction was I guess.”
“Is that so?”
“Hn.”
“Come a little closer and I’ll show you my reaction.”
Naruto grabbed a pillow and beat it across the defenseless Uchiha’s face. “I’m going to leave you tied up there until your dick stops talking.” He threatened.
Sasuke chuckled, a deep genuine chuckle. He lowered his head a bit and allowed himself a bit of mindfulness into his thought process. “Dobe.” he murmured softly. “Come here.” He insisted, leaning forward against his bonds as much as he could.
The blonde brooding boy approached cautiously, arms still crossed over his chest as he pouted. Sasuke smiled fondly, then craned his neck to lean down and kiss one plump scarred cheek. “I’m sorry I always make fun of you.”
“I’m not sorry I make fun of you.”
“I know, you don’t have to be.” He smirked lightly, thumping his forehead against the blonde mass of chaotic hair.
A satisfied smile from the younger boy was his reply. Naruto began to release the chakra ropes one at a time. “Sorry bout your shirt.”
Sasuke glanced at it once he was free of his ties. “Yeah... I liked this shirt. You owe me a new one, dobe.”
“Like I could afford it. You’re rich, ya pansy. Buy your own shirt.” Naruto snapped, kicking the last of the ropes away and crossing his arms.
“Hmph.” Sasuke didn’t argue that, and only landed a fist onto the top of Naruto’s head with a thud. “Come on. I hate parties.”
“I know, that’s why I forced you here.”
“I figured. So can we go now?”
“Yeah. I suppose. Not really the ending I was expecting, but it’s not bad I guess.” He smirked up to the dark eyed boy. “You?”
“I’m happy with the night’s events.”
“Even walking in on Kiba and Shino?”
“You were there?”
“I set it up.”
“... And Neji?”
“Set that up, too.”
“The drunk fangirls?”
“All me.”
“Kiba streaking?”
“He didn’t need a lot of convincing, actually.”
“You will get your payback in tenfold.”
Naruto smirked, “You wouldn’t kill me. And I guarantee that I can handle anything else you dish out.” he taunted quietly as they exited the house through the bedroom window that Sasuke had been dragged through not twenty minutes ago.
“Pheh. You’re such a brat.”
Kiba pulled his pants back on, a sated smile drifting in between his light giggles. Shino looked less amused and more content as he casually returned his scattered clothing to one place on the bed.
“OMG KIBA!” Ten-ten bellowed through the door, banging with an urgence.
“What?!”
“Where in this stupid little plan of yours and Naruto’s did it include GAARA KILLING PEOPLE BECAUSE THEY SPIKED LEE’S DRINK?!?!”
“What?!” Kiba threw the door open, ignoring the slight “Meep!” coming from his nude partner. “Gaara’s here?!”
“Not only is he here, but he’s pissed.”
In the background a light hiccup could be heard as Lee staggered down the hallway, half supported by a red faced sand nin of short stature embodying a large aura of evil.
“Yeknow, Gaaaaar...a... Theses parties ain’t so bad, ya know? I think... I think you’d have fun a little if ya... if ya just embraced the spirit of your... of your... I don’t feel so good...”
Kiba watched, petrified as those dark red eyes surround by black raised and stared straight into his soul. Naruto has not covered this option in their rehearsal meeting.
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