Alter Ego: Prologue

A wooden paddle wrapped in rubber arched through the air. The sharp, hollow thunk. The rap of celluloid on Masonite. Naruto backhanded the Ping-Pong ball viciously, sending the 2.7 gram projectile sailing through the air like a piece of innocent shrapnel.

Swish, thunk, tap.

“Take that, Kibbles!” Naruto crowed with victory, flashing his trademark peace sign and sashaying his hips in a miniature Rumba. “Five ta’ nothin’!”

“Why do I even play with you?” Kiba snarled and slammed the ball over the net hard enough to dent it. “You’re in the fucking ITTF!”

Naruto frowned and picked up the mangled Ping-Pong. “Hey! That’s bad sportsmanship,” he cried, cradling the little ball to his chest like a small, fury animal. “What did Tiki ever do to you?”

“Huh? Tiki?” Kiba parroted, eyebrow cocked, still glaring.

“Yeah!” Naruto held up the ball. “She never did anything to you, so apologize!”

Kiba smacked his forehead with the heel of his hand, and promptly threw his paddle at Naruto’s golden head. The idiot fell backwards with an indignant squawk as solid wood connected with his skull.

“Ooooooww…” Naruto moaned, putting a hand on his cheek and massaging the sore flesh. “Man, you suck at losing.”

Kiba stalked over to his side of the table and leaned down to hiss, “You name your balls!”

Naruto gingerly levered his considerable bulk to a sitting position, and flashed a shit-eating grin. “I name my paddle too,” he offered with a waggle of his eyebrows. “Wanna meet him?”

“That…” Kiba trailed off with a sigh and shook his head ruefully at his friend, offering a hand to help him stand. “That pun was so bad; you’re too pathetic to warrant a beating.”

Naruto laughed as he stood, straightening his orange shirt and his leather pants whose hems were lined with orange flames. As soon as he was upright, he smacked Kiba upside the head. “Just ‘cause you suck at Ping-Pong doesn’t mean you gotta ruin my handsome face.” He fingered his cheek again, probing for damage. “What’ll all the hotties at the club think?”

Kiba rolled his eyes. “Just blindfold them, for Christ’s sake.”

Naruto scowled. “I hate blindfolds.”

“You’re such a weird Dom, Naruto,” Kiba replied as he turned back to his beer, taking a quick gulp. “Why do always let your subs look you in the eye? It’s disrespectful.”

Naruto shook his head. “Not if I order them to.” He grinned lewdly, pulse jumping at the thought of his last session at the club – that petite little redhead with the pert breasts, and the constellations of freckles, like brown sugar spilled across her honey skin. “It’s harder for them. Makes it more intense.”

Kiba rolled his eyes, finishing his beer and searching his pockets for his Cloves. “Whatever, dude. You’re still fucking weird.” He glanced at his cell phone absently: Almost midnight. Party time. He shivered with anticipation. Saturdays were the best nights at P3, the affectionate acronym most regulars had for East LA’s premier BDSM club – Power, Pleasure, Pain. He’d been waiting all week for this.

“What you so excited about?” Naruto asked slyly.

“I’ve got a sub waiting for me tonight that would put your little harem to shame,” Kiba announced cockily, running a thumb along the mouth of his empty beer bottle. “He’s new to the scene, a dead ringer for Miyavi, but without the tats and more muscle.” He grinned and shamelessly palmed his crotch. “I gotta admit: It was hard disciplining him. He’s too hot for his own good.”

Naruto’s eyes widening, mouth sliding into an evil smile. “You fuck him yet?”

“No, not yet,” Kiba admitted, frowning. “Tonight’s the second session, and his contract stipulated no sex until the third session, and only if he’s happy with the progression of our play.”

“You sure he’ll be there?” Naruto teased, poking his friend’s bicep playfully. “Didn’t scare him off already?”

“He’ll be there,” Kiba asserted. “He wants to be disciplined. Needs it, too. Got a bit of an attitude problem, but I’ll fix that with a couple more sessions. ”

“Ah,” Naruto said knowingly, nodding and gazing into space, lost in thought. He hadn’t had a man in a while. Sounded appealing. “Got any plans for him tonight?”

When Naruto turned back, Kiba was staring at him avidly, inspiration arresting his features.

“Wait, what the hell are you thinking?” Naruto demanded suspiciously. Kiba’s ideas were almost always hazardous to his health. “I don’t know what it is, but stop looking at me like that.”

“You have to Dom with me tonight!” Kiba hissed eagerly, grabbing Naruto’s shoulder in a vice grip, eyes bright with exhilaration. “That would be perfect! We haven’t tag teamed a sub in ages, and his contract left the multiple partners slot blank!”

Naruto paused for a moment, considering. That actually wasn’t a horrible idea. And if this sub was half as gorgeous and stubborn as Kiba was professing, it would be a wild night. He shrugged and grinned in acquiescence. “Hell, why not?”

Kiba whooped with triumph and tossed the bear bottle in the bin, shaking out his shaggy, brown main as if to psyche himself up for the fun to come. “Score! Let’s roll. I’m ready to hit the club.” He hiked up his blue, tight cargo pants, the chains rattling, and adjusted the metal and leather straps over his black mess T-shirt.

The blond grinned wide enough to split his face, finishing off his own beer and dialing the number for the limo service. On club nights, they rode in style. Both of them worked extra shifts just to pay for their weekend sexual assignations. Living the life style wasn’t cheap, especially for Doms. “So,” he began as the phone rang on the other line. “This new gem of ours, he got a name?”

“Yeah,” Kiba growled, eyes flashing with anticipation. “Sasuke.”

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To be continued…

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Author Notes: How many of you read the first line and thought something perverted? LOL

So, this is the prologue for my request D/s fic for Animehead, who asked for D/Naruto, D/Kiba, and s/Sasuke. This is also a gift fic to Ivvymoon, because she wrote me, not one, but two gift fics when my life sucked. You two rock. (P.S. - I can’t believe I’m writing D/s PWP threesomes for you now. You’re both so spoiled.) Who knows, maybe I’ll make it a universe fic like Hestia’s, if the mood suits me and people like the idea. I’ll likely only post one more chapter here and then post the rest at . I just thought it was only fair for my watchers here to have the opportunity to see this. Cheers! 3