Chapter 1: Initiation
Pairings: Naru/Sasu
Rating: M - NC17
Disclaimer: 'Naruto', don't own it; not mine; I just borrow Masashi's characters and replace them in naughty positions.
Summary: From Prison Camp to Military Camp; "Let me assure you, your days will be long and your nights will be bitter, you will be fucked with, run ragged, razed and broken; I can also assure you that there are going to be times when you feel like it's too much but trust me, power through it and it will be the most rewarding thing you will ever achieve." That was the greeting Sasuke got. Trying to adjust to new friends and even newer enemies while dealing with Naruto two thousand miles away, the only option is to survive.
A/N: Its baaaaack people, your favourite delinquents/superstars are back. Warning, in this scene I've blatantly stole a scene from "Triple X"...don't own that either, it's just an awesome movie and a source of inspiration. It's kinda lame how much 'Criminal Minds' I had to get in the mood to write this.
A/N2: During this fic I'm blatantly stealing stuff from G.I Joe 1 & 2, the Matrix, Kill Bill, etc. I love listening to music when I write, and lately I've been kinda obsessed with Adele.
Sasuke stared silently through the window of the small Hummingbird370 military plane that was transporting him, Gaara, Neji, and Shikamaru to a key off the Hokkaido Islands. While staring at the cirrus clouds passing by the window, his mind replayed the last words he had with Naruto.
"Six months..." he murmured, sleep washing over him like a tidal wave.
Fingers found their way into damp hair; "Six months..." he faced the raven, "Six months..."
"Any suggestions on how to survive it?" Sasuke asked, half asleep.
Naruto grinned, "Just keep a weathered eye on the horizon."
Present:
He sighed and leaned back, eyes flittering over black orbs.
"Miss him already?" Neji's snidely teasing voice sounded beside him.
Sasuke glared at the opal-eyed nosy bastard, "Keep your nose out of my business or I'll break it for you." And a minute later he whispered to himself: "You don't know the half of it."
Neji shrugged and turned away. Sasuke returned his gaze to the window; through the glass he could see the edges of the island approaching.
"Landing in fifteen minutes." The pilot announced.
Sasuke allowed his mind to drift:
Backflash:
It was the feeling of chapped lips on the back of his neck that woke Sasuke. Pale lids slowly fluttered open to reveal onyx orbs.
And then he remembered and shivered.
Sensual sensations slowly crept back into his nude body. The feel of warm skin at his back, the secure hold of a callused hand around his waist, the pressure of a thick dick against his backside, and the hot whisper of a deep breath against his ear.
Sasuke slowly shifted to stare at the ethereal blue of Naruto's eyes. Intrinsically, he knew that it was still dark outside and that in less than five hours they would be separated.
And it hurt.
Slowly in the fickle fae light, slender fingers rose up to trace one of the razor thin scars on the other's face and got his index finger trapped in a hot mouth.
"Naru-" he whispered.
A rough palm skimmed over his thigh and settled possessively on the small of his back. Something flared in his chest then, longing, acceptance, desire, and ultimately, crippling pain.
The heat of the touch was enough to for him to push the blond on his back and gracefully climb on top of the body below him. Wordlessly, he bent down and captured peach lips, knowing that this will be the last time they would be together for half a year.
It was so fucking cruel to find the other half of his soul and have to watch it go.
Pale arms braced over a riotous head, Sasuke slowly worshipped the mouth below his, burning and cementing everything into the deepest part of his psyche.
From there, he slipped to a bronzed neck, nipping and lapping at strong muscles and a prominent Adam's apple. Chest was next, sharp clavicles led to a puckered nipple, to defined deltoids, rock hard abs, then finally, his goal.
Fingers found themselves in his hair, "You don't have t-ugghh."
A tentative lick to the domed head earned him the musky taste of salt and sweat. He had never done this before but for some reason, he wanted to. Slowly, he suckled at the uncut foreskin, lightly nipping at the taut flesh. Pulling back, he broke the strand of cum-mixed saliva and gave a lick to the turgid erection. Then in one move, swallowed the shaft completely.
"Sasuke, fuck." Naruto cursed.
He ignored it. The muscles at the back of his throat rippled over the distended head. The heat was maddening, the pleasure even worse.
Tan fingers gripped black hair, stiff thighs trembled with the strain to not thrust.
"Sasuke, baby, I-"
Sasuke tilted his head and moaned. Hot fluid flooded his mouth and he simply swallowed. Looking up, he wasn't surprised when tan hands grabbed his and immediately reversed their positions. Perched over the other, Naruto paused to stare at the Uchiha under him.
Obsidian hair in stark contrast to the pure white pillow, pale immaculate skin shining like alabaster, deep onyx eyes full of indescribable emotion.
"Christ." Naruto groaned, fist clenched above Sasuke's head, "How are we goi-"
"We'll survive." Was the simple answer.
A resigned sigh. Blue eyes closed for a minute, then a nose nuzzled against a sensitive ear. "I'm going to make love to you."
A shift, pale legs wrapped around a trim waist, "I'm not going to stop you."
The landing blare cut into the Uchiha's mind.
Sasuke rolled his stiff shoulders, slowly the plane started to descend, the runway in sight. The plane landed and taxied beside a bunker.
"Clearance achieved, you are free to leave. There will be transportation to convey you to the location."
Sasuke pulled his seatbelt off, reached under his seat, grabbed his duffel bag, and stepped out into the warm sunlight. At the end of the runway were two jeeps with two military men standing beside them. Apparently, they were there to carry them to the base. They all walked up to them.
One of the men had a clipboard in his hands, "Uchiha Sasuke, Hyuuga Neji, Sabaku Gaara, and Shikamaru Nara?"
They answered in affirmative. "Okay, then."
He nodded to something behind them. A sharp jab connected to the base of his neck, the pressure points there immediately rendering him unconscious. Sasuke sank like a pile of rocks.
...
Sasuke woke up face down on a cold table. Groggily, he raised his head and took in his surrounding; apparently he was in a...diner? What the hell? The sounds of clacking heels made him shift his head to the left; a stout waitress, dressed in a dark green waitress uniform and an apron, popping gum.
"W...what happened?" Sasuke asked, still trying to clear his head.
She eyed him while walking off, "Some guys dropped you off here about half an hour ago." Sasuke glanced down at her feet; she was wearing two inch heels.
Surveying the rest of the room, he saw a man in the corner reading the business section of a newspaper and jotting down some notes. Next, he glanced up at the shelves behind the counter and squinted, the bottles of alcohol looked...empty.
A small smirk twisted hi lips. Did these people think he was an idiot? He started to count the seconds.
In five the room went black.
Sasuke immediately shot to his feet, just in time to dodge a fist aimed at his face. He struck out, burying his fist into the 'business man's' solar plexus. He spun and swept a low kick under the feet of the man; the man fell down like a pile of rocks. Something metal pressed at the nape of his neck, Sasuke paused for second, ducked down, twisted, and grabbed the gun from the 'waitress', circled her and held the weapon to her own neck.
The lights flicked on, three men walked in, one dressed in a long leather coat and a pristine army uniform. He would've looked like Morpheus from the Matrix if his lapel wasn't so decorated with so many badges because half his chest was covered.
The other two dressed in full army fatigues, looking completely like seasoned soldiers. The first man started to clap, slowly and deliberately.
"Uchiha Sasuke," he said approaching him, "well done."
"Who the hell are you?" Sasuke asked, eyes narrowed in suspicion, stolen gun pointed with deadly accuracy at the man.
"I am General Mimura Hamaki, overseer of the institution you're admitted to ... How about you give me that gun, recruit, and let's talk." He said, gesturing to the chairs in the room.
Still wary, Sasuke sat down, back to the wall. "This was some kind of test, wasn't it?"
He smiled, "Yes, actually... What was your first clue?"
Sasuke snorted, "The waitress; no sane waitress wears high heels, if she does, she'd have blisters the size of coconuts on her feet. Second, the monkey-suit guy in the corner, reading the financial section published yesterday, and the empty bottles on the shelf, honestly, it was ridiculously easy to deduce."
The man smiled, "You are a very smart man, Uchiha, and I'm not surprised, considering what you and your colleagues did with the Orochimaru incident."
He paused to accept a folder from one of his lieutenants and flipped it open: "You've got a really interesting and varied history, Uchiha. I won't go over the details but according to the reports by a Hatake Kakashi, you have the exact kind of mind we need; someone who can see under a façade and react immediately and appropriately."
He reached in and pulled out an inside folder before handing it to Sasuke. "This contains all the information you're going to rely on for the next six months: class schedules, exercise times, barracks and bunk location, cell assignments, extracurricular activities, et cetera."
Sasuke skimmed down the list of classes. Advanced weapons training, survival training, field navigation, basic to advanced field medical training, and diving exercises; those were the military courses. The academic ones were language skills, military heritage, army core values, negotiation tactics, advanced sociology, advanced Information Technology, and Criminology; Sasuke smirked, if there was one thing he had down pat, it was that.
He replaced the folder and looked him back in the eye "You did this 'test' to the others, didn't you."
The man grinned, "Standard procedure, we have to make sure you're all up for the challenges ahead." He leaned in, eyes glimmering, "Let me assure you, your days will be long and your nights will be bitter, you will be fucked with, run ragged, razed and broken; I can also assure you that there are going to be times when you feel like it's too much but trust me, power through it and it will be the most rewarding thing you will ever achieve."
Sasuke grinned; there wasn't anything he loved more than a challenge. "Bring it on."
The man smirked, slapping the desk in amusement while standing up. "I've got a feeling that things aren't going to be dull with you around."
Sasuke snorted, "They never are."
"Come with me, we're going to base camp," the General said, ushering him out of the room. They entered a small jeep throttling outside on standby.
The drive to campus took less than fifteen minutes. When they got there, Sasuke saw Neji, Gaara, and Shikamaru who looked half asleep.
He jumped out of the vehicle and approached them, "It happened to you too, didn't it?"
Gaara snorted, "I woke up in a basement with a maze."
Neji filled in, "I woke up in a field with booby traps every-goddamn- where."
Shikamaru yawned, "I woke up in a coffin. Are these people trying to kill us or something?"
"No, recruit Nara," Mimura responded. "Just basic performance tests. I'm pleased to say you all passed spectacularly. Follow me; I'll take you on the tour."
Silently, they followed him into the domed building; inside the entrance-carpeted hallway were portraits and pictures of past army generals. They proceeded to another room filled with a shelves of books, singular tables and chairs, Macs computers attached to each one; clearly the library.
They left that building, going back outside, and traipsed a couple of feet to enter a vaulted room, which surprisingly looked... empty.
"We call this the 'Anvil'."
"Why?" Neji asked.
The man grinned and pulled a switch, panels in the wall flipped open, displaying weapons of every size, make, and model. There were mechanical body suits, swords, energy pulse guns, silent grenades, camouflage suits, and... umbrellas?
Shikamaru edged up to the wall, eyes wide open, a slender hand reaching out to run over the material of a camouflage suit.
The moment he touched it, it shimmered. "It's a Refracto suit," he said. "It takes everything behind you and puts it in front of you... I've heard rumours about this but I didn't think it was real."
Sasuke glanced over the room, his mind flickered to a certain weapons fanatic that would have basically orgasmed at the sight of these.
The General grinned and gestured to someone behind them, "A demonstration is in order."
A soldier behind him picked up the closest umbrella, aimed at a target across the room, opened it and pulled something inside. Three bullets shot through the air.
"It's for undercover work; they are inconspicuous. Can't walk into an operation with visible weapons, can we?"
Gaara lightly tapped at something looking like a retrofitted nineteenth century armour. "What's this?"
"Oh, those, they are Accelerator suits; they make you run faster, jump higher. It has an MRI scanner; you think it, it does it."
"Next," Mimura said, opening a side door, the ice cold air-conditioner blasted them so hard Sasuke froze. Men and women in full military gear were staring at the consoles before them. "This is our Tech Lab, we call it 'Big Brother', funded by Interpol and N.A.T.O, we have everything from iris detection machines linked with the local military satellite that detects and scans your iris from anywhere in the world, to fiber optic relay machines, to undersea radars, and seismic detectors and nano-cams. We can also control drones with just a word."
They walked through some more corridors to see a huge red Caduceus on the entrance of another door; clearly the medical bay. The next place they saw was the mess hall, then they stopped at the commission's office.
"Here you're going to be issued bunk assignments. If you consent to a haircut, you will be offered one."
Sasuke blanched and he knew Neji did also; he clued back in when he heard the officer talking again:
"…ch cell will be issued with a laptop."
Sasuke rolled his shoulders, for some strange reason, he felt slightly exhausted. Glancing down at the map he was handed, he skimmed over the names of his cell partners; Jason Conner; American, Bryce Knight; British, Haku Momochi; Japanese. Well, that seemed okay enough.
His mind briefly flitted to his older brother, Itachi, and his just-announced fiancé, Kisame Mizu. Sasuke shook his head while smiling softly, it was about time Itachi found happiness.
"Uchiha!"
He snapped out of it. "What?"
"Look around," he was ordered. "Find your dorm. Meet your cell mates."
He snorted. The 'dorm' was a low-roofed oblong building was decked out in perfect military style, forty to fifty bunks, each one against the wall and with a foot locker at the end of each.
In perfect paranoid style, Sasuke picked the bed in the corner. He made a mental note to ask Itachi to send him his personal laptop.
Sitting at the end of the bed, he stared into space until a commotion dragged his attention back. A blond, thick-set, and maybe five foot six guy with a mess of freckles across his nose staggered in the room and flopped on the closest bed beside him. Pale blue eyes met his.
"Hey man, I'm Jason."
Ah, the American. He smirked, "Uchiha Sasuke."
A nose scrunched, "I never got that, why you people put your last name first. But whatev, man."
Sasuke rolled his eyes, the room was slowly being filled with other boys. Then someone looking like a senior officer stepped into the room with a clipboard.
"Attention! When I call your name, assemble your cells."
He started with Sasuke listening attentively. It seemed that the recruits were a mishmash of every culture and country around the world. He noted British, Mongolian, Scottish, Irish, Barbadian, Russian and even Nigerian.
"Bryce Knight, Sasuke Uchiha, Jason Conner, and Haku Momochi."
Under his bangs Sasuke watched a tall, svelte black boy stand, the aforementioned Jason and another boy who, if it wasn't for his flat chest, Sasuke would've sworn was a girl, gathered.
The four clustered in the corner and silently stared at each other until the Bryce guy spoke up.
"This is some serious bloody bullshit." He said, British accent thick like oil. "If we're to work together, this madness has to go."
"Agreed." Haku said, "Why don't we just start simple, get to know each other and take it from there. I'll start, Momochi Haku, Japanese, nineteen years old, orphan."
"Jason Conner, nineteen, American, military parents, I have an annoying twin sister and a younger brother."
"Bryce Knight, eighteen, straight out of Tottenham, father Nigerian, mother Jamaican, girlfriend Sascha."
Silence. Oh.
"Uchiha Sasuke, Japanese, eighteen."
Bryce quirked an eyebrow, "That's it?"
"Yes," he replied simply.
"Oh," Haku said, "It's you."
The confused looks on the others' faces were enough for the Momochi to elaborate. "He was one of the people who exposed Orochimaru Sannin. Thank you for that by the way."
Jason opened his mouth, "Wh-" but was cut off by another blaring alarm;
"Come on," Haku said, "I think they want us to assemble on the quad."
"Some things never change." Sasuke murmured while following the others out. The quad was filling up and Sasuke situated himself at the very back, eyes sharp and observing.
It was like déjà vu. Under the flag, officials were gathering just like at the Camp. For a moment, Sasuke searched for the silver head of Kakashi but remembered he was in a whole different universe now. They were announcing the general overseeing officers, the lieutenants, the med team, commissions' officers, ancillary staff, the drill sergeants,
He was fine with everything until…
"…..and drill sergeant, Morino Ibiki."
Shit.
A/N: Fair warning guys, the posting schedule for this is going to be...erratic. Until I have a solid laptop to use you will have to put up with some long breaks between chapters.
Oh, and 'Shades' is just a pet project of mine. I'm trying to see if I can widen my borders ya'know touching a field alien to me, but what the hell right, sink or swim.
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