A Naruto Three-Shot by TKCat
Summary: Some promises just can't be given. Naruto learned that the hard way.
Namikaze Minato is running for Hokage in the Fire Country – something that doesn't prove easy when your son is a rebel at heart. Naruto would do anything to dishonour his father, even if that includes fucking around with some low-citizen construction worker. However, love has no boundaries, and when Minato exposes his son's humiliating behaviour trouble is bound to rise... and against one of the country's most powerful politicians, who is Sasuke to voice his opinion?
Genre: Romance, General
Warnings: Yaoi (M/M), Shoen-Ai (BL), Lemons, OOC, Underage Sex, Age Gaps
Beta'ed by: [Unbeta'ed]
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or anything related to the series/show
A/N: Another of those fics I write to keep my fingers running when writing "WTF ILU?!" doesn't appeal to me. Still trying to come up with the perfect fertilizing for the citrus, but I've tried my best. I'm sorry for making Minato "the bad guy" in this fic (I really like him, in reality), but it's necessary. Please enjoy. :D
EDIT: This is now a three-shot! Explanation in part 2.
"...he has risen from the ashes of the last war and taken the stance as Konoha's new light – or as his infamous nickname goes; Konoha's Yellow Flash! At the moment, he's saving a truce agreement with the Hyuuga clansmen in this very hotel, and we're waiting in excitement for him to announce the results—oh! Here he is, here he is! Namikaze-dono! A word with the country's greatest man, please!!"
"Ah, good morning Miss, what can I do for you?"
"You've just been in a meeting with the head of the Hyuuga Clan, discussing their truce agreement, and we're anxious to know how it went!"
"Hiashi-san is a very understanding person, and we're happy to announce that the agreement is stable once again."
"What wonderful news! Though I guess nothing less could be expected of the upcoming Hokage!"
"Oh, don't say that, Miss! You're embarrassing me. The election isn't before in three month's time."
"But we all know it's true! Something terribly scandalous must happen for you not to win the election! You're the perfect candidate, Namikaze-dono. Do you mind if we ask you some more personal questions, though?"
"No, not at all; how I answer them is something I can't guarantee, though."
"Oh, that's great! So, first up, in addition to being a very busy politician, you're also a family man. How's your son doing underneath all the media pressure you receive?"
"My son is very happy on my behalf, and is my most supportive person underneath all of this. I can assure you, we love each other very much—"
The television was abruptly turned off. A boy the age of sixteen stood up to send an enraged kick to an innocent chair, exclaiming loudly. "Like fuck we do!!" After letting out his rage, he stood unmoving, heavy breathing being the only sound filling the hotel room. "Self-centred bastard..." he finally snorted, running a hand through his blond mess of hair, cobalt eyes glaring furiously at the black TV-screen.
God, he hated that man. If there was one person Uzumaki Naruto hated more than anything, it was that man – Namikaze Minato; his father.
Ever since his father got into politics after his mother died in the war, things had been awkward between them. Minato was always busy with something, leaving a six years old Naruto to be raised by a nanny. As a child, he missed his mother dearly, and having his father still there was the only comfort he found. But while the soil of his mother's grave was still fresh, his father distanced himself more and more from his only child. He suspected it had something to do with his appearance and attitude; though his hair was his father's vivid blond and eyes the same, deep cobalt, his face, complexion, cheeriness, smile, and shape in general was his mother's heritage. Whenever his father looked at him, he saw his dead wife.
The more distant Minato became, the colder his son grew. As the years came to pass, Naruto noticed that the only way to interact with his father was through arguments and quarrels. They could both get pretty fired up, and though his father had a cooler mind, he knew what made him tick. A few years back, when they had one of their more angry fights, Naruto had demanded to change his last name to his mother's maiden name. He had never seen his father so angry and disappointed at the same time; but that was his goal in the end. The result was an even more split family; the father, Namikaze Minato, and the son, officially Uzumaki Naruto.
And though the crack didn't help their relationship improve, Naruto felt much better knowing he didn't have the same name as the man he hated above all else.
Then his father started running for Hokage – the military and political leader of the Fire Country. That would give him the equal rights of the Feudal Lord in decisions of war and regional political questions.
That changed everything.
In need of creating himself a positive image with his voters, Minato approached his son to heal their scarred relationship and become the ideal family living the best they could despite the loss of the mother – that's how it was supposed to look in the media, anyway. Naruto had actually believed him at first, that his father really wanted to make everything better. That is, until Minato brought him to a press conference without his acknowledgement. And he stood there, besides his "loving" father, watching as he lied to the sea of people about them; about their relationship. About how happy they had been, despite the death of Military Commander, Namikaze Uzumaki Kushina, their loving wife and mother; about how Naruto took the Uzumaki name only to honour her.
Naruto ran away from the conference. Minato excused his behaviour as stage-fright. After that, Naruto hated his father even more.
Scoffing at the memory, Naruto dressed himself in casual clothes and grabbed his necessary stuff – phone, wallet – before leaving the hotel room; unlocked, just to show how much he cared. If anything was stolen, his father would be the only one angered; and that was Naruto's goal in life. Anger his father.
Smiling falsely as he passed the receptionist, he walked out into the fresh spring air. He enjoyed the way the sun caressed his skin, and how the wind toyed with his hair. Spring was supposed to be the season of life, of new beginnings. Yet, Naruto felt like he was going through the same crap as always. Being sixteen already, he could always buy a car, or even a bike for the heck of it – and to have something to do – but his father had this strict policy going on about not buying more than they needed. As long as the bus was still running, there'd be no polluting vehicles for him.
He started walking around, quite aimlessly, while letting his mind wander to how to annoy his father. His stupid, egoistical, bastard father... To make matters worse, he would win the election – on false images and a vision of a new, impossible world. Why couldn't some big scandal come out of nowhere, and blow the whole thing up for the man? But, no, Minato had no skeletons in his closet, besides his son's supposedly great love of course.
"But we all know it's true! Something terribly scandalous must happen for you not to win the election! You're the perfect candidate, Namikaze-dono."
Fuck that reporter. She was just as in love with his father's image as the rest of the country. If there only was a way to show them that Minato had no control over his son – that way they'd know he didn't have a chance on ruling a country.
A bright idea hit him. Slowly, a mischievous grin pressed its way to his face.
That was just what he'd do. If scandal wouldn't come to him, he'd have to make his own. Do something reckless, then be exposed by the media; an easy feat for him! But God, what to do? There were so many possibilities! Shop lifting seemed a little tame. Car-napping was a little extreme – tough it would work wonders. Running in the nude would embarrass himself more than his father's image. Perhaps starting up as a prostitute...? God, no – he knew enough of sexual diseases to avoid that.
"Alright, a little more to the left, guys!"
A loud, screeching sound followed. Naruto had to cover his ears; he felt as if he'd go deaf if he didn't. Looking up at what could've made the horrible sound, he found himself to be at a construction site. Big, sweaty men were working on a new building here; the air smelled of iron and asphalt, and the area seemed pretty deserted of anything else. He saw a few huts put up a few yards from the construction itself and figured that were where the workers lived while working. Small and uncomfortable, he concluded.
The construction workers were probably the lowest of low-class citizen, only surpassed by beggars, workless and prostitutes. No one really wanted those crappy jobs, any more. The pay was low, the work environment was terrible and it required much physical work. In the modern times, few people were that well built any longer. In addition to that, not many would want to have a romantic or sexual relationship with them.
As Naruto's eyes studied the men carrying loads of building material, a thought hit him, and his mischievous expression was back at full force. If there was one thing that would shock the media, it would be him, the son of the county's most prestigious man, expected to marry some equally prestigious girl, fucking around with a carpenter; a very male carpenter. He snickered to himself as the headlines already shot up like neon lights in his mind. This would be fun. Never mind that he'd never considered doing it with a man before, but, hey; you only live once.
Now to find someone worthy of his godly body... Because, damn straight, he was hot! There weren't few times he hadn't read about himself in the paper described as "Minato's absolutely gorgeous son", or seen a gang of schoolgirls pass him and winking his way. He was pretty lean for being merely sixteen, and according to the celebrity magazine "S.H.O.W", his legs were divine gifts from heaven. He was made of modelling material, and even though the career wasn't appealing to him, his father wouldn't ever let him into the celebrity world at "such a tender, innocent age". Well, he'd show them "innocent"...
Cobalt eyes sceptically ran over the working bodies, but he couldn't spot anyone fitting. Either they were too hairy, too fat or had an ugly face. Some even lacked a limb or two. Perhaps he ought to try a different construction site? Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he spotted someone that might've been just what he was looking for.
Sitting on a bundle of red material sat a shirtless, dark-haired man, enjoying a cup of coffee. He didn't seem to be as old as most of the workers here – most likely around the age of twenty-five – and wasn't anywhere near as hairy as most of the gorillas walking around; yet his chest revealed him to be extremely lean, in comparison to Naruto himself (and that hurt his pride to admit). His complexion was remarkably pale; which either meant he hadn't been here for long or just didn't tan. And his face...God, his face was a blessing between all the deformed chins and noses he'd seen today. His jaw-line was sleek, yet strong, forming his face into one of authority. The eyes... fuck, they screamed dark and sexy.
Naruto decided this was the man he had been looking for.
Slipping on a seductive smile, he walked over to the guy, sensually swaying his hips to create an effect without seeming too feminine. The man noticed him as he was about ten feet away. A perfect, dark eyebrow croaked as he came to a halt in front of him. "...can I help you, Miss?"
Naruto twitched unnoticeably. He went through all this trouble only to have this construction worker insult him the moment they meet. Everyone could tell he was a male! But he knew not to let it get to him – if he was to get what he wanted, he had to be cunning, too. He threw the guy an indifferent look, smiling sweetly without completely trashing the seductive undertone. "Hm... I wonder about that. Really, I wanted to offer you this," he slowly slid a hand along his thigh, stopping at his delicate, round ass cheek while making sure the guy's eyes were following the sensual movement. "But then you go on being all rude on me. I guess I could always find some other hot guy to ravish me – it would be a great loss, though..."
No more words were needed. In seconds, the guy stood up and grabbed his wrist dragging him towards one of the small huts. A smirk found its way to the blond's face; that was easy.
Naruto was roughly pushed inside – not that he minded the treatment, though – and waited as the guy closed and locked the door (desperate much?). He used the time to study the small room. It included a one-man bed, a comfy looking chair, a small TV, a heater and a dresser. Nothing too much, but he figured it would do. After all, the plan was to find someone low-ranged...
While looking out the one small window of the hut, two big hands landed on his shoulders, sensually gliding down his forearms. A shiver whacked through him at the light touching, and the hot breathing over his ear didn't make it any better. This was what he came for, though; he'd have to bite it down. Bending his head sideways, he moaned lowly as the hands slid further down to grab his wrists. He could feel the hard skin on his bare wrists, all roughened up by the physical labour. The sensation was more than enjoyable. Maybe he'd end up with the long straw, even when submitting himself to ruin his father's reputation. He'd sure as hell enjoy it, then.
"My name's Naruto," he purred before the handsome worker behind him could do anything else. "What's yours?"
Sensual lips touched his ear lightly. "Will that be relevant?"
"I need to know what I'll be," the blond gasped as the hot orifice latched onto his earlobe, sucking impatiently, "Hah... what I'll be screaming."
The man detached himself from the lobe to lick at his throat. He let out a shaky moan as the man answered. "Hn...That's a good point," he murmured, spinning the blond in his arms around to face him, lips only inches from touching. The next words softly caressed Naruto's parted lips. "Call me Sasuke."
The name repeated itself in his head as Sasuke's lips covered his own. The kiss wasn't like anything he'd done before. The hot, wet appendage invading his mouth was beyond skilled, edging his tongue into taking part in the activity. He could taste the caffeine of his partner, mixing with the scent of vanilla and earth coming from his pale skin. The long moments the kiss lasted, all Naruto could think of, was how great it felt.
As the kiss was broken, Naruto decided he needed to take a more offensive role. Pressing his soft hands against pale, hard abs, he slid them up the nude chest, brushing over dark, dusty nipples. He heard the older man groan deeply, and repeated the action once more. Delighted with the response, the blond decided to get on with the show. He pushed Sasuke down to sit in the comfy chair behind him before taking stepping back.
A glint of puzzlement crossed grey eyes at the unsuspected action, but the confused expression quickly turned into a thrilled one as Naruto started stripping the clothing off of his stunning body. It was a sight to behold as the cloths came off; one by one sliding sensually off the caramel skin. The jacket and the shirt were the first to go, slowly sliding off of tanned shoulders that just begged to be held onto. A quite lean chest was revealed – a great achievement for a boy his age. He couldn't be more than eighteen, surely. Once his torso was as bare as Sasuke's, the blond turned around before working on his jeans, showing off the most delicious backside the older male had ever seen. He felt his member harden rapidly as Naruto continued his sensual dance. He'd have to do something about that.
Naruto could hear the low groans coming from behind him as he unbuttoned his jeans. His fingers were shaking slightly as he started sliding the material down, cautiously passing his buttocks. He'd never done something like this before, but he had seen enough to know the basics of a strip tease. Swallowing lightly, he continued undressing himself. Keeping his legs straight, he decided to show off a little flexibility by bending his torso while getting rid of the jeans. The movements made his behind look firmer and more appealing to the viewer. Stepping out of the offending material that was pooling around his feet, he let his hands skim over his long legs as he slowly stood up straight again.
Just as he was about to go after his boxers, the last clothing keeping him unexposed, he heard rustling of clothes and deep growling coming from behind him. Letting his curiosity get the best of him, he turned around to find that Sasuke had unzipped his own workpants and was currently jerking off a monstrous, big cock – to his bare body, no less.
Naruto knew he was blushing furiously as his throat went dry. And to make matters worse, he found the scene to be mightily arousing. Sasuke seemed to notice as he sent a smirk his way. "What? Aren't you going to continue?" He grabbed a hold of his hardening organ, showing off the pulsing vein and the leaking tip to the blond. "Now that you've gotten this guy so thick and hard... I'd say you ought to finish what you've started."
Swallowing dryly, Naruto nodded, his eyes trained on the man's pulsing organ. Fuck, how did they get them to grow that big? Sliding down his underwear in the same fashion he'd used for his jeans, he took in the groans coming from the man behind him. Breathing in the sounds, he glanced down at his own member to find it erect and weeping. How the hell could watching a guy jerk off possibly turn him on so much...?
A little modest at the unfamiliar sensation, he slowly turned around to see that Sasuke had rid himself completely of any clothing. He was leaning contently back into his chair, member standing erect between his legs, peaking up from a bush of black curls. He was aware of the dark eyes, eying his curves and erection hungrily, but to be quite frank, he didn't know what to do next.
And Sasuke seemed to notice. He stared amused up at the blond's red face, knowing exactly what went through the boy's mind. "...this is your first time doing this, huh?"
Naruto turning his head away was an answer in itself. Cobalt eyes glared furiously at nothing in particular when Sasuke snickered, cursing his ego for not having planned things any further. Of course he knew how guys did it; he just didn't know how to put his knowledge to practical use.
Sasuke didn't seem to mind, though. A big, pale hand was lifted, motioning for Naruto to come closer to the naked man. He carefully did so, slowly striding over to him. Stopping about a foot away from the chair, he knew he was getting cold feet. He just couldn't fathom how that monster of a male anatomy could go anywhere but a well used pussy. Before he could do anything else, though, Sasuke pulled him down and lifted him to sit in his lap, legs resting each of the man's sides. He gasped as his member brushed against Sasuke's, creating a hot friction between the pulsing organs.
Naruto tried wiggling his way out of the hold, honestly a little modest at the skin-on-skin contact, but Sasuke's firm grip on his sides prevented him from doing so. The older man leaned forward, pressing his lips against the tender flesh of the blond's neck, nibbling softly on the spot. "Here, let me show you. I'll be gentle," he promised, sliding his rough hands down the blond's back and ravishing the unmarked neck.
Naruto gasped as the rough skin scraped against his fine, soft complexion. It felt so good, having those experienced hands touching him like that. He almost died out of pure sensation when the hands grabbed a firm hold of his ass cheeks, massaging the tender flesh – like sandpaper that didn't scar.
Sasuke moaned into the tanned skin as Naruto placed his arms around his neck, holding on for dear life. He continued massaging and kneading the flesh of the blond's buttocks, caressing the soft skin. "Mm... So smooth... so fucking delicious..."
Naruto was used to have his body praised everyday by men and women alike, but hearing this one man admire it sent his blood running south. The deep sensual voice was nothing like the high pitched screams or the business like voices of his father's followers. And he fucking loved it. He couldn't suppress any of the moans escaping him, and he subconsciously started rocking his hips against Sasuke's. It just felt so good...
He nearly jumped as a rough finger wiggled its way between his cheeks that were moist with sweat. The feeler pressed against a twitching ring of muscles, and without warning it pushed its way inside. He immediately clenched around the intruder, regretting it as the sharp pain in his rear only increased. "Ah! Ah, fuck! Take it out, take it out!"
"You're clenching too hard. I can't take it out," Sasuke groaned into his neck, seemingly uncaring that he was in pain and enjoying his squirming response.
"You ain't even trying! Just take it out already—Gah! No, Wait! Why are you pushing it further—ah...fuck..."
Despite his displeasure of having a foreign object inside of him, Naruto couldn't help but pant and moan heavily into Sasuke's neck as said man took a hold of his erection and started rocking his body along with the thrusting finger. After a while, he actually enjoyed having it in there, filling him a little with the feeling of completion.
"...Ah...More..." he couldn't help but plead, and Sasuke seemed more than happy to comply. Another, rough skinned finger probed at his now moist entrance, carefully sliding in and stretching him further. He moaned softly this time, trying to enjoy the delighting feeling that came with the pain, but he couldn't help a pained yelp as a third, thick finger went in with the others. The guy had big fingers, for fuck's sake.
Sasuke shushed him soothingly, gently thrusting his fingers in and out of the tight, little hole. The motions made squelching sounds as the sweat mixed with other fluids and helped lubricating the hole. All the while, Sasuke continued pumping his member, and marking his neck. The sensation was overwhelming, rolling through his entire body. Naruto winced when Sasuke retracted the fingers that had been pleasuring him so intimately, but didn't get to question it when the big hands were back at his ass lifting him up with ease, spreading his cheeks to expose his leaking hole. Not knowing what to come next, he tightened his grip around Sasuke's neck.
"Sorry," the dark haired man murmured, and Naruto's breath hitched when he felt something big and foreign, pressing against his entrance. "I'm a little impatient today; especially now when I have such a gorgeous thing served to me. This will hurt a little, so try and relax..."
Not really knowing what to prepare for, Naruto couldn't help the scream that tore through him when the hot, thick rod forced its way past his entrance. It passed by anything stimulating in favour of tearing its way deeper into his rectum. The pain was agonizing enough to drown his mind completely in the hurting feeling. The only coherent thing he could think of was that maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all.
He faintly noticed his arms were holding onto a pale neck as a lifesaver. As he became more aware of what was happening, he felt his walls clenching around Sasuke with all their might. The older man seemed to be in just as much pain as he was; resting his forehead in the crook of his neck, panting heavily. Vaguely, he remembered having read something about the 'submissive' relaxing their muscles not to hurt themselves or their partner. He tried loosening his grip on the cock inside him, finding it to be working. As he completely relaxed the muscles of his nether regions, all that was left was a slight, bearable sting and the fantastic sensation of having something big and throbbing inside his body.
Naruto found himself wanting more of the incredible feeling.
Not quite sure what to do, he rocked his hips forward and gasped at the sudden spike of pleasure washing over him. As he repeated the motion, he felt the same spike cruise through him – fuck, it felt good. So he did it again and again, moaning every time, finding the source of the pleasure being the hot rod inside him stoking against something that felt really amazing.
Sasuke could finally breathe normally as the blond fuck finally relaxed himself. The little bitch didn't even seem to know the basics of anal penetration before he came here – but now that he had stopped trying to suffocate his penis, he had to admit it was worth it. The boy was so damn tight – be virgin or not. He was sure that even if he was to fuck this asshole a hundred times over, it would still be as tight as now. It was just perfect.
He was about to ask for permission to start moving when the boy beat him to the punch. He gently moved his hips forward a little, gasping at something that must've brought a wave of pleasure over him. When he did so, the blond unconsciously clamped a little down on his cock before relaxing again – and shit, it felt good. The action was repeated, and the same clenching followed, making Sasuke gasp for air.
Soon the blond was rocking back and forth, riding his throbbing cock like a swing, moaning loudly with each movement. Though he'd rather have him go up and down, the rocking was very pleasurable – but Sasuke never was the one for being too gentle. Sure, he had promised the boy he'd be gentle, but 'gentle' in his handbook was something a bit more extreme than what they were currently doing. Rocking like this was written under the subject 'cuddling'.
Deciding to take action, he grabbed the beautifully tanned hips and lifted the blond up as he stood up from the chair, earning him a surprised yelp. "Hey, what are you—whoa!!"
"Just switching position," he informed. Pulling Naruto's legs around his waist, he started walking steadily over to the bed, making sure to keep rocking the blond on his dick to pull out more of those delicious moans from before. It worked, as the blond kept making the most arousing sounds he could wish for.
As he reached the bed, he regrettably pulled out of the hot cave before dropping the boy down onto the sheet with a shocked yell. Taking his time, Sasuke studied the ravished body, lying in an erotic and suggestive position on his bed – saliva running down his chin, and legs spread, showing the most wonderful treasures for the world to see; or for Sasuke, at least. He licked his pale lips as his eyes traced the widened hole, clenching and unclenching – as if searching for something to fill it up again. He knew exactly what to fit in there.
"Sasuke," a ragged, yet firm voice spoke. Looking up, his eyes met with glaring cobalt blue. Naruto's face was flustered with the heat of their activity. His blond tresses were damp; some places plastered to a sweaty brow, and his intruding eyes were hazed over in lust and arousal. The sight was captivating, stirring an unknown feeling in his stomach. But his thoughts were cut off before he could figure out what it was. Naruto was glaring heatedly at him, for some reason, and his voice was firm and dangerously low as he spoke. "Put it back in – now."
Sasuke couldn't help but smirk at the sudden demand, but the time for teasing was long over already. The blond wasn't the only needy one here. He grabbed onto the spread legs and lined himself up with the entrance, his cock twitching in anticipation for being inside that glorious warmth again. "At your command, then... Princess."
With one quick thrust, he sheeted himself again, drinking in the pleasured scream he tore out of the blond. Throwing the long, tanned legs over his shoulders, he continued plunging into the warm tightness, reaching even deeper than previously. Bending down, he used the flexibility Naruto had displayed before to pull the boy into a bruising kiss as he continued thrusting. The blond's arms wrapped themselves around him and helped pressing their bodies together, trapping Naruto's own member between them to undergo the friction of their bodies moving together.
Breaking the kiss for air, Sasuke latched his lips onto the inviting neck he had been marking before, ears drinking in the needy sounds pouring from the very vocal boy underneath him. They made his head spin wildly with desire, addicting him with the arousing effect they had on him. With every thrust he made, skin slapped against skin, and their voices mingled in the air.
"Mn...Ah...ah...ah, yes..." Switching his angle, Sasuke made sure to stroke against the blond's sweet spot, drawing more screams and moans from him. He felt the hands claw at his back as he hit the spot directly. "Ah, fuck yes!! Ngh...Hah...harder, please Sasuke, harder...!"
He hit the spot again, harder this time, tearing new screams of pleasure out of the wanton boy. As he felt himself getting near his orgasm, he rested his head on a tan shoulder before speeding up drastically.
"Ah! Ah, Sasuke!! Not so deep—ah!!"
"Ngh...Hold in there, just a little longer..." he groaned, trying to sound soothingly, but any gentleness that might've been implied was hidden under thick layers of lust and pleasure.
"Ngh...Hah... AH!!" Naruto honestly tried to keep back his pleading as he realized how stupid it must've sounded, but the pressure building up inside him was too much for him. The familiar tightening in his groin from when he's masturbate at home came over him so much stronger than when he'd been alone. A chocked scream of Sasuke's name was all the warning he could give before he released himself between their bodies.
The unexpected tightening around his manhood told Sasuke that the boy had reached his climax. With a final thrust, burying himself as deep inside the hole as he could, he rode out his own orgasm with a deep grunt. As he sprayed his seeds inside the hot cavern, he kept rocking forward, wanting to bury himself even deeper into the now limp body underneath him. After a moment or so, he too collapsed over the boy, panting heavily.
Sasuke kept that position for a minute, catching his breath, before letting go of the blond's legs and pulling his limp member out of the cavern. He was about to ask the boy if he was okay, after such a hard first-time of steamy sex, but found Naruto to be totally blacked out. Only the heavy, even breathing could tell anyone that the blond was still alive.
A rare smile crossed his lips as he watched the sleeping form of the gorgeous boy he just took the virginity from. Why the guy would come to such a place to have it done... ah, sue him. He didn't know, and he didn't care, but still... "Tch, what a dobe..."
...a darn sexy one, though.
When Naruto regained consciousness, he found himself lying underneath a washed-out bed sheet. The memories of what just occurred between him and that construction worker (Sasuke, he reminded himself) crashed over him like a Tsunami. He hastily sat up, immediately regretting it as an intense pain spiked through him, its source being his not-so-virgin ass. It was to be expected though... that guy was fucking huge. Not to mention, thick and long...
Blinking the crude thoughts away, he looked around the room to find himself alone. The digital watch on the TV said 05:47 PM, meaning he'd been away from the hotel for more than three hours... his father would be furious once he returned.
But wasn't that the point of it all...?
Suddenly realizing that he had completed the first phase of his plan to ruin his father, he couldn't help a mischievous grin. Looking around, he spotted a note and a pen on the TV. Standing up awkwardly (realizing he was still naked), he walked up to the piece of paper, picking it up. It was from Sasuke, consisting of two short sentences.
My break's over. You may use the bed.
Laughing quietly, he turned the paper around; he picked up the pen and scratched down his own little message. Satisfied with it, he turned to find his clothes on the chair where they had started out. He grabbed his boxers first (grimacing as he felt a suspiciously sticky liquid trail down his thigh) and started dressing. A couple of minutes after, he slipped out of the hut, gingerly making his way back to the hotel while wondering why most people didn't want to be involved with the carpenters. They definitely had the biggest dicks around...
With another day of work finished, Sasuke returned to his hut. He half expected (or hoped) that the blond would still be there, sleeping (and if he was lucky, ready for another round), but he was lucky enough to have the boy come to him in the first place. He'd been enjoying a cup of freshly steamed coffee, praying for something interesting to happen for once, when the sexy Adonis came along. And when the blond offered himself to him... who was he to refuse?
Sighing contently as he thought back to the holy tightness, he walked up to turn on the TV when he spotted the small note on top of the electronic device.
Picking it up, he read through the not-quite-neat handwriting. A smirk grew on his face as he finished.
If you're ever up for another round, call me
A phone number was scribbled down at the end.
And who was Sasuke to refuse? After all, that boy could use a little training in the different areas of sex, and Sasuke was the perfect teacher to give it to him... Mm... Role-play...
"Heh...you'll regret saying that, dobe."
Two days later, they met up again. Much like their previous meeting, few words were exchanged in favour of more physical actions. Each time became more explicit and more intimate, and Sasuke always came up with something new for his blond fuck toy. Naruto couldn't say he wasn't enjoying it – being taken by Sasuke twice to five times a day was more than enjoyable – but he knew that he needed to start working on how to devastate his father already. But the weeks went by, and the election drew closer; Naruto still hadn't done anything to expose his "behaviour" and ruining his father's image.
And a month before the election, Sasuke noticed something too.
The next time they met, he sat the blond down on his bed and said: "You're young. You're smart. You're fucking beautiful. Why do you keep wasting your life with me when you could have anyone out there?"
"I...I don't know."
And to be honest, Naruto simply didn't know any longer...
Sasuke sent him home that night, but he was called up again the next day. When he met up with the construction worker, Sasuke took him away from the construction site. They ate dinner together at an average restaurant in the area, simply talking and getting to know each other. Sasuke had been no less than shocked to know that his sex-partner of two months was not eighteen, or seventeen, but a sixteen years old kid who looked a little older than he was supposed to. Naruto had been just as surprised to find out Sasuke was ten years older than him. Sasuke faintly recognized the boy from a celebrity magazine he'd read, and Naruto got to know that Sasuke thought he was the best sex he'd ever had... and that line had been a long one. Though they wouldn't admit it, it was one of the most enjoyable nights they'd ever been through.
The next time they had sex, a couple of weeks later, Sasuke confessing his feelings while climaxing.
The election went by. Konoha's new Hokage was Namikaze Minato. He moved with his son into the Hokage's mansion, and though Naruto was expected to show up at parties, take interest in politics and get a more-than-decent education, he still disobeyed his father's demands. He'd rather sneak out to spend time with his low-citizen boyfriend, go for a swim in the park's lake or have dinner at a McDonald's, ending it all with steamy sex in a rundown hut. The media didn't need to know that, though.
But after two years under the fourth Hokage's rule, problems began popping up for the two secret lovers...
Naruto huffed for the millionth time that morning. He was sitting by the desk in the apartment he and Sasuke rented for whenever they wanted to disappear a little, brochures in hand and wearing only a bathrobe he'd found in the bathroom. It was two sizes too big for him, being one of Sasuke's, but he'd grown accustomed to wearing his boyfriend's clothes over the year. They were comfier than his tighter clothing, though the pants had a tendency to fall down if he moved too much. He cursed himself for his narrow waistline.
He'd just gotten out of the shower. Last night had been steamier than usual – not too strange, being his eighteenth birthday and all. He'd snuck away from the party his father had arranged to celebrate with Sasuke; it was, after all, the day when making love with his ten year older boyfriend would be legal in the eyes of the law. For the occasion, Sasuke let him decide exactly what they'd do – excluding letting the blond top in any other position than riding Sasuke's manhood.
Tying Sasuke down was just as exciting, though.
And though he had a great night with the most perfect lover he could ever wish for, another problem was facing him in the broad daylight. Cobalt eyes scowled angrily down at the brochures he held.
"What're you reading?" Looking up, Naruto spotted his boyfriend standing in the bathroom door, drying his hair with a towel. He couldn't help but blush, and perhaps droll a little as he realized he wasn't wearing anything else. Sasuke noticed, and sent a seductive smirk his way, making the blond snap back to reality.
"Oh, yeah," he said, holding up one of the brochures for Sasuke to see.
The raven croaked an eyebrow. "College brochures...?"
Naruto nodded with a frustrated expression on his face. "My father is expecting me to pick one by the end of the week. I'm already behind the semester, you know, so he wants me to get out going already... getting a future, you know."
"Ah, I see," Sasuke murmured, nodding understandingly before walking to stand by his blond lover. "Seen anything interesting?"
"Suna seems like an interesting choice, and Kiri has all the best courses, but..." Naruto bit his lip worriedly, glancing up at Sasuke. "I don't want to leave. I don't want to leave you..."
At his lover's confession, Sasuke couldn't help but smile genuinely. Bending down, he wrapped his arms around Naruto, breathing in his lovely scent. "Then don't," he said softly, placing an open mouthed kiss on the tanned neck. "Stay here with me."
The blond whined at the brief connection, his body immediately wanting more of it. "But my father..."
"Forget your father," Sasuke demanded more seriously. Pale fingers clenched around a small, box-like object in his palm. Taking a deep breath, he turned his lover's head to look him into the eyes he loved so much. "Naruto... I—"
"What time is it?"
Sasuke blinked at the unrelated question. "Uh... nine-thirty AM. Why?"
Blue eyes widened drastically. "Oh shit... I was supposed to be back before dad woke up!" Sasuke stared disbelieving as his boyfriend gathered up the brochures, found his clothes from the day before and got dressed, not caring that he wasn't the only one in the room when he dropped the bathrobe to the floor.
Just as Naruto was about to exit the apartment (having bid his goodbye), Sasuke stopped him. "Wait, Naruto."
Blue eyes blinked at him. "Huh? What is it?"
Sighing, Sasuke placed a tender kiss on his much younger lover's lips. Pulling away he lifted Naruto's chin, letting their eyes meet. "I love you," he said softly, "forever."
Naruto smiled gently at the confession he'd gotten used to hearing now. It felt nice knowing that Sasuke would always be there to say that to him. "I love you forever, too, bastard."
He croaked a blond eyebrow at the strange request. But he smiled, nonetheless. "I promise I'll always and forever love you, Sasuke. That, I can guarantee you."
Sasuke smiled back at him. "Thank you."
Feeling his cheeks redden at the unusual gratefulness in his lover's eyes, Naruto quickly excused himself. "Yeah, yeah, but really – I've got to go now. So, see you later, you pedophile jerk..."
"Not any longer, remember?"
Naruto stuck out his tongue in reply before closing the door.
Taking small, quiet steps over the marble floor of the entrance hall, Naruto decided that he might have had a chance at reaching his room before being exposed by someone. No such luck, though, as Iruka, their butler, came walking out from the kitchen.
The brunet smiled as he spotted the blond, hurrying up to him. "Naruto, there you are! Your father and I have been so worried about you! You aren't hurt, are you?" he gushed, giving the blond eighteen years old a prying look, trying to find any sort of damage on his body.
Naruto felt a drop of sweat form itself on his brow. If Iruka was to spot the hickeys Sasuke left the other night, Hell would break loose. "Ah, no Iruka-sensei... I'm just fine."
"That's great news," Iruka said, cheerfully clapping his hands together. "Because your father is waiting for you in the study, and he doesn't seem too happy about you disappearing so suddenly last night."
Shit... not good, Naruto concluded, excusing himself from Iruka's presence to go meet his father. The longer he postponed that, the worse it would get once they did cross paths. Walking through the hallways leading to the study, he passed a few maids – he handed his brochures to one of them, asking her to take them to his room. Once he finally stood in front of the door, he took a deep breath before sliding the door open.
Minato had become a proud man. After two successful years as Hokage, his ego and popularity had increased majorly – that, according to Naruto, were big enough as they were before his father became the most powerful man of the country. His dominance radiated through the room as he sat by his desk, studying some documents he was supposed to sign. Without even looking up, he acknowledged his son. "Welcome home."
"I'm home..." the response was weak, and devoid of any meaning. It was a white lie. "Iruka-sensei told me you wanted to speak with me."
Minato nodded. "Ah, that."
A silence stretched between them, filled with ruffling of papers. Only a couple of minutes later, Minato spoke again.
"I'm extremely disappointed in you, you know," he said, still not bothering to look up at his son. Naruto cringed at the metallic voice he was using, as if talking to someone under his military command. "A lot of important people I wanted you to meet came by yesterday to find the man we were celebrating to have gone missing. Sadly, Uzumaki Naruto couldn't be present at his own birthday party because he felt too unwell to come down from his chambers."
Cobalt blue eyes, equal to his, finally looked up at him. Naruto glared back at the blank stare he received. Silence fell between them once more before Minato stood up, starting his lecture about behaving and being present when ones future stands in question. Naruto tuned out completely when his father started rambling on about the important clans represented and the lovely maidens that would love to spend time with him. Sometimes, he would've given everything just to punch his father in the face, tell him he was fucking another man and go get it on with Sasuke. His father just wouldn't leave him alone about "getting a girlfriend".
Minato was now mentioning something about the Hyuuga truce agreement, and how Hiashi wanted to discuss a thing or two with the prestigious son of the Hokage. The "prestigious son of the Hokage" in question, couldn't care less.
"—very important for the both of us... Are you even listening?!"
Naruto blinked, realizing he was being questioned. "Um, yeah, I am."
"Good," Minato murmured, stacking is papers into a neat bunch. "Do you remember Hyuuga Hinata?"
Naruto nodded, thinking back to the shy Hyuuga heiress he'd met a few years back. She was the only girl that didn't gush over his looks and important role as Minato's only son – openly, at least. "Yeah, no one can forget Hinata-chan. We're good friends... What about it?"
"That's great," Minato continued, looking directly at the blond, smiling a very rare smile. Yet, somehow Naruto knew that nothing good could come out of such a smile coming from his father. He couldn't have been more right.
"Because that's the girl you're marrying next summer."
End Part 1
A/N: Now, that's part one of the two-shot! I'll get around to writing part two once chapter 8 of "WTF ILU?!" is done. If you didn't get it, the first part of the chapter was kind of a prologue, so the real story didn't really start before Naruto became eighteen. Mwahaha... I can't wait to see what happens! I mean, will there ever be a clear happy ending in my fics? xD
Response is appreciated, though not required! ;)
EDIT: This in now a three-shot. Explanation in part 2.