A/N: Beta read by my hun alina -hugs-
This is a story for Darkalbino, who requested someone to do a story for her at y!gal, because she found this TOTALLY smexiable picture of our very own little sasuke-kun... fufufu xD
SO! i have here, part one of two, of the story i promised, and the link of sasuke will come when i remember to ask where she found it. :P gomen, live with the imagination as always my peeps.
R&R as always!!
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There was little in life Sasuke Uchiha obsessed about, if anything at all, but this wasn't just anything, nooooooo sir. This, in fact, was his custom made Yamaha Dragster 2003 – one of a kind cruise model – made for open roads and slow miles, not high speed like those of Kawasaki. Ugly fuckers if you asked anyone with a little sense for originals and old schools.
The mere thought of anyone else but him touching it made Sasuke frown with an urge to kill. It was the only thing, besides his blond boy toy, that he did not want people to even think of touching, let alone ride.
"Sasuke, are you down here?! Answer me, you dumb fuck!"
Picking up a wrench from the floor, Sasuke looked at the staircase and sighed before undoing a bolt.
The new addition in his life had not gone unnoticed, to say the least.
Cursing the entire way down the 20 steps of stairs that led from the kitchen to the garage, Naruto glared at the raven, who did nothing to acknowledge his presence.
"How the fuck can you spend so much time on that piece of shit!?" Jealousy is such a foul word, and in this case, it wouldn't even begin to describe how Naruto felt – this was beyond jealousy, this was direct hatred aimed at that two-wheeled, no good Sasuke-stealer.
Looking at the blond, Sasuke dropped the wrench and dried his hands on his wife beater, adding stains to the white shirt. "How? That's easy, it lets me do anything I want… and how I want... without complaints." He smirked as he walked over to his boyfriend, who took a step back and soon found himself pressed against the wall.
"S-shut the fuck up!"
"Make me..." Sasuke leaned in against Naruto, placing each arm on either side of the blond's head, earning him a heavy glare and a blush on Naruto's tanned cheeks.
". . ." Unable to hold the stare, Naruto pushed Sasuke away from him and bolted up the stairs, slamming the door hard behind him.
"Thought so." Sasuke grinned victoriously, the way Uchiha's do: without anyone seeing. He picked up the wrench from the floor again but stopped as his eyes wandered over the slick piece of heaven parked in his garage. Maybe... juuust maybe... it wouldn't be that bad of an idea to involve the blond in his hobby.
Just for today, anyway.
Lifting a brow as he sat down and undid another bolt, he thought to himself, as all Uchiha's do, because they never think aloud as certain other people in this household did. 'What am I thinking? Naruto would probably scratch it on purpose, just to piss me off. He is never to touch you, my precious.'
Meanwhile, upstairs, Naruto was unsuccessfully trying to wash away his arousal and jealousy with a shower.
"MAH! Why is he such... an idiot! It's a friggin piece of machinery! It can't fucking give him anything I can't!!" As he began lathering his hair, the doorbell rang, and since Sasuke was so unwilling to leave his current hold of fascination, Naruto had to answer it.
"FUCK! This morning just keeps getting better and better!" He quickly rinsed his hair and got out, leaving the shower on. Throwing a towel around his body, he walked out from the bathroom and down the stairs to the front door, tearing it open. "What?!"
There, a girl with bubblegum colored hair and green eyes wide in both shock and joyous fangirl scheming, stood with a large brown package addressed to Sasuke Uchiha. "Uhm.. Sorry to disturb you, , but the mailman delivered this to our house yesterday, and I forgot to give it to you. He must have gotten the address wrong." The girl, not much older than 16 years or so, smiled, making her green eyes (which oddly reminded Naruto of some candy he hated) curve up in a happy manner.
"Erh.. Thanks, Sakura." And with that, he closed the door in the girl's face and dropped the package on the floor.
"MAIL, ASSHOLE!" He yelled as he climbed the stairs to resume his shower, feeling increasingly annoyed and jealous.
Turning his head to the stairs, Sasuke heard a thump and his boyfriend yelling. He got up the stairs and over to the door, where the package – now with a huge dent in its side – was lying.
'It better not be dented, I swear, I ordered that all the way from Europe! That idiot better not... it's dented.'
He couldn't help it. His brow twitched and he closed his eyes, trying to mantra his calming words over and over in his head. 'The world is not made of candy, the world is not made of candy...'
"Oh screw it!" He put the box down and climbed the stairs two at a time, then tore the door down to the bathroom, as he could hear the water running.
"DOBE!" Ripping the shower curtain aside, Sasuke found the younger male in the process of rinsing his body off, letting the water fall off his skin like pearls off a satin sheet.
"Do you mind bastard!? Is privacy an unknown word to you?!" Naruto glared, letting the water drip from his body still.
"You broke my exhaustion shield!"
"I what?" A blond brow lifted as Naruto's glare turned into a dumbfound look.
"You. Broke. My. Exhaustion SHIELD!" Sasuke's hold on the shower curtain tightened and he could probably have strangled a small kitten with the current hold.
"No way, I haven't broken any of your stupid toys!" Unbothered, Naruto continued with his shower, rubbing his body clean from soap... oh so... painfully slow.
"They're not toys; they are parts custom made in Europe. Are you even aware of how much they cost?" And it was not that Sasuke's eyes followed the slow movements Naruto performed, he just happened to get water into his eyes. Yes. That was why.
"Nope, and I don't care."
"You should, you owe me 3000 dollars." Sasuke let go of the shower curtain and crossed his arms, giving one of those looks that were always followed by a triumphant smirk.
"3000?! You paid 3000 dollars for something for your bike! That's insane! And I owe you nothing, bastard." Slowly, oh so fucking slow, the blond tilted his head into the ray of water, letting the droplets fall down his shoulders, further down his chest until they reached…
Not that Sasuke was looking.
"Yes, you do. You dented it, and now it's useless." Holding his pose and giving the blond that certain look, he leaned his body against the wall beside the shower.
"Well it might have been the mailman, for all you know." Naruto pulled the shower curtain back, so Sasuke couldn't see him, though the older male quickly pulled it back.
"I know it wasn't the mailman. " The smirk the Uchiha had on his normally stoic features held an abnormal, creepy vibe.
"Well you don't have any proof, and if you don't mind bastard, I am going to finish my shower." And yet again the shower curtain was pulled back and forth, so the blond yet again stood exposed.
"I mind."
"Well tough luck, now fuck off, you perverted bastard." Naruto pulled the curtain back in place, though the war wasn't over.
Thinking he had won, the blond closed his eyes and thought he could return to his shower.
Wrong.
Stepping into the shower, with jeans and wife-beater on, was Sasuke. "Luck? Do you think Uchiha's rely on such an unstable result?" Breathing hot air into the blond's ear from behind Naruto, the older man forced him closer to the wall where the showerhead was hanging, planting a hand on each side of Naruto's head.
"H-How should I know bastard!?" Naruto saw the greased fingers lingering on the wall, the oil dripping off them as the water dripped down his hands. Before he felt the hot air tingle his ear.
"You should." The words had become a whisper, and as Naruto's cerulean eyes closed for the shortest of moments, the Uchiha's hand wandered from his chest and down to his semi erect member.
Well the blond did have an arousal already, and Sasuke's actions weren't helping in the least.
A small gasp left Naruto's lips as he suddenly felt Sasuke's slick, wet hand around his dick, and his eyes pierced down to find the greasy hand pumping him.
"My my, aren't we eager?"
He could feel the smirk of the raven against his skin, he could fucking feel that victorious smirk!
"Shu-shut the fuck up!" Quickly putting his hand on Sasuke's, he tried to make him stop, but to no avail, he could just feel how the grip tightened. It felt painful, but also...
"Nnh!"
"Already getting hard." Licking the shell of Naruto's ear, the Uchiha could feel how his own arousal began to grow in his pants, and as he pumped his lover with his left hand, he pushed himself against the blond from the back, pushing him closer to the wall.
Naruto quickly put a hand on the wall so he wouldn't be forced against it – wouldn't be the first time either – and soon felt Sasuke's hand intertwine with his own against the tiled surface. "Sas…uke."
The raven pumped hard and held a strong grip around his erected member, making the blond bend slightly in his knees. The feeling was burning and almost painful.
"What is it, dobe? Finally admitting you dented my parts?" Rubbing his own erected dick against the blond's ass through his jeans, he earned a loud whimper before an angry:
"Fuck you!"
"Well, if you're offering." The rough jeans rubbed against his ass almost as painfully hard as the bastard was currently pumping him, but somehow Naruto came, loud and so violently his legs began to shake.
"Sasuke!"
Licking the shell of Naruto's ear before biting down on his collarbone, Sasuke felt how the blond came in his hand, and he milked him until he could feel Naruto's body crumple under his touch.
Standing still for a couple of moments, letting the water wash away the semen, Sasuke slowly let go of Naruto's softened member and relaxed his own body – still very much aroused – against the blond's, supporting himself with his hand on the wall.
"I know you did it." And with those words, the brunet stepped out of the shower and closed the door after him, leaving Naruto all alone in the shower again.
Slowly sitting down in the shower, Naruto looked at the shower curtain swaying. "…That was new..."
Walking into their bedroom, Sasuke threw his shirt on the floor along with the wet jeans and boxers. He then pulled on a pair of new, tight Levi's, the jeans making his upper body seem more built. He decided to go commando, since his arousal was too hard to cramp into a pair of boxers, and by god he was not going to give himself release – mainly because he couldn't, not when he knew he had a boyfriend with excellently skilled oral techniques.
Getting down to his bike, having picked up the brown box on the way, he continued to dismantle the belt drive. Even though the custom made part was dented, it wasn't useless, but the blond moron didn't have to know that.
Finishing his shower upstairs, Naruto dried off and found himself a pair of jeans and a tank top. The air was dense with the rain that threatened to fall from grey clouds, but warm as it traveled through the half-open windows.
Picking up the wet clothes from the floor, Naruto noticed the grease and he quickly remembered that the current hold of Sasuke's fascination had meant that he hadn't been raped on daily basis, which sort of was a sad discovery, since he now felt neglected.
But that motor-crazed idiot would never know this! NEVER! It would have to be raining marshmallows before he was going to reveal such stupid and perverted things to his boyfriend.
He sighed.
Come to think of an even sadder fact, he was actually the one missing being molested on a regular basis. Why was this? Well, when a man such as Naruto Uzumaki came to date another man as Sasuke Uchiha, a thing such as celibacy was a no-no word; it was a downright dirty word!
And since Naruto had been terribly blinded by lust since they first started dating – 'blind' meaning incapable of saying no – he hadn't minded the daily ritual. But after a seven-year relationship, it wasn't just "not minded", it had become expected.
Though sadly, that just wasn't the case these days.
"…Asshole," he said to no one in particular, other than the walls, and continued to hate Sasuke, though still cleaning up his mess.
Downstairs, in the – until recently – unused garage, Sasuke was busy thinking of cute things such as white fluffy bunnies and ugly things such as the next door neighbor girl to make his pants somewhat less tight to be in.
The high density in the air made it warm and he quickly began sweating, also making his dick calm down fairly quick.
He tied a red bandana around his forehead, so he didn't have to run around dripping sweat all over this god-like piece of machinery. That would be close to a sacrilege.
Even though Sasuke was 25 years old, a college graduate, and already working at Burns And Bronson – a well esteemed firm made up of buyers of old antiquities – it didn't mean he had let go of his youth, and definitely not the only 1% boy there was left in him.
He simply loved this bike. It was his ticket to freedom and he could go wherever, whenever, and that was a feeling he never really had lingered much upon, probably because he was too busy banging into the nice, tight ass of his boyfriend, but still.
And when the offer finally came by coincidence through his firm, who was he to say no? He never really used his money on anything selfish – other than certain "toys" for his dobe – but that is an entirely different story of cash spending. They couldn't even be compared.
Bike = freedom.
Naruto = Wild, animalistic sex on every surface possible.
Two entirely different things, as one could see.
Sasuke greased a bolt and mantled it onto the bike again, along with several others. He, stunningly enough, got the entire belt drive on without any word whatsoever from a certain individual, which had come to be more of an annoyance than usual.
Had Naruto just left the house without saying so, or was he giving Sasuke some sort of silent treatment? And if so, why did he even bother? Sasuke never displayed any emotion such as concern, well not directly anyway. The dobe knew that he wouldn't bother to go looking for him, so if he had left in some kind of quiet protest, then he had already lost the battle.
Finishing up the belt drive, Sasuke got up and walked over to his work table, where parts and bolts were lying like scattered leaves on a lawn. He was usually a very orderly person, but he had a tendency to be less so around things he enjoyed. He turned and leaned against the steel framed table before he cracked his neck.
"A good day's work finished." Or so he thought, because on the same table was the shield with its HUGE dent, though it held the size of a pea it was a pain in the perfection Sasuke sought, ergo useless. His eye just twitched every time he saw it.
The more he focused on it, the more annoyed he got, and even though he had a fairly low temper, this was just a pain in the ass.
He ignored his anger for the moment and decided to undo the bolts to the front wheel so he could lube the front suspenders.
Spotting his big 3" wrench lye on the other side of the machine, he leaned over the bike to get it, as he couldn't get around due to the parts on the floor.
"Sasuke..?"
Stopping in mid-movement, the raven looked at the blond who slowly descended down the small flight of stairs.
"…Can I help?" Naruto asked as he stood at the end of the stairs, looking with gorgeous blue eyes at the older male.
Unsure if he wanted to smirk or not, Sasuke kept looking at Naruto and finally arose with the big wrench in hand, giving Naruto a look as if he was measuring him up.
"No."
"Why not?" The blond crossed his arms as he likewise gave the raven a measuring gaze. Like that bastard was going to manipulate him this time. Don't think so!
"Because you are an idiot," Sasuke retorted dryly in a matter of fact sort of way.
"What?! That isn't even a valid reason!" Naruto's jaw dropped, though he had expected a rude answer as always, he just hadn't expected it so directly.
"It is. I have the proof over on the table, along with the teapot you broke last week, and the dishwasher, I can keep going, dobe." Lifting a dark brow, the Uchiha awaited a remark from the blond, since Naruto had a rather high ego.
But instead, he saw the Naruto's facial expression turn into a pout.
". . . "
"So? What's it going to be to? Going to admit you dented my shield?" Sasuke smirked.
It burned, oh hell it burned Naruto's pride. It was like the Uchiha Fan was directly branded onto his declining pride.
"Shut up! Fucking bastard!" And with those parting words, Naruto stomped up the stairs and slammed the door again, making the hinges sing.
'He is so predictable.' Sighing, Sasuke sat down and loosened the front bolts.
Upstairs, doing the dishes, was Naruto Uzumaki, furious as a girl having PMS.
"That slick weasel! That stupid slick dumb idiotic bastard of a….IDIOT! GAH!" His blue eyes were wide and he was heaving in air with deep breaths. He was beyond angry! That was it! That celibacy bastard could rot down in that dungeon, Naruto didn't even care!
No! He would never again give into that jerk's ministrations and tricks; he could jerk off himself, for all eternity!
The more he thought about the raven, the more angry and fired up he got – which ended with at least 7 broken dishes. And the more he thought of Sasuke, the more his inner cinema replayed how the Uchiha had looked when he last was down there; hot, sweaty and built.
It was a crime, it was such a crime and deeply unfair that a bastard, his bastard as it were, was that good looking but that evil. Yes, he was definitely evil.
"Like I even WANT to touch his body now! No! He can go fuck a duck!" Naruto left the dishes and walked into the living room, sitting down on the couch, and began flipping through various channels, his thumb vigorously pushing down on the helpless remote.
After his third round of channel flipping, he turned off the TV and sighed. He was so not going to think of Sasuke – and how amazing his…
"Fuck a duck fuck a duck fuck a duck!" Naruto said over and over, but he knew he had lost. Sasuke's sweaty body was burned onto his irises and now whenever his thoughts landed on Sasuke, all he saw was that built body hovering over him.
"If he wants celibacy, I am gonna give him fucking celibacy!" And this was when Naruto's oh so brilliant plan began hatching in his brain. The plan which he oh so cleverly had entitled: Sneak-down-and-sabotage-the-raven-haired-bastard's-bike-plan.
Yes. He was a true mastermind at work.
As he sat on the couch and snickered over his own brilliance, someone downstairs felt an eerie chill race down his spine.
'That felt deeply unpleasant…'
Though noting nothing much of the feeling, Sasuke continued to fix his bike, until he heard the rainfall from the sky, heavy and cold. He noted it had become late and the sky had gone dark. He turned off the light and went to bed as he had did many times before, and as many times before the blond had neatly placed his down and pillow outside the door.
'Is he still mad? Tch…' Sasuke snorted and took the pillow and went down to the couch where he, for the 5th day, was sleeping. It sort of gave him the impression that they had been married and this was what people would call a mid-life crisis, though Naruto and he were only 24 and 25.
"Dobe," he said, before his tired and sore muscles relaxed and he fell asleep.
Upstairs, lying wide awake with his PJ pants on, was Naruto, and even though it was as dark as Sasuke's hair, one could still tell the blond was smiling. A sinister and unpredictable smile danced across his plump lips.
He was so dirty.
Slowly getting up from the bed and opening the door with ninja stealth, he snuck down the stairs, over to the living room where he could hear Sasuke's deep breathing, indicating he was asleep. He continued on and into the kitchen where the door to the garage was, and he slowly walked down the creaking staircase, trying with all his might to contain his snickering.
"Sneaky, sneaky," he whispered to himself.
He finally got down and was soon armed with a flashlight. Now… what to do? How to sabotage so Sasuke wouldn't know.
"AHA!" Too loud, Naruto got an idea, and took a can of lawnmower oil before slowly undoing the lid to the tank and was about to pour the liquid in when he stopped himself.
Pouring in the oil meant the motor stopped, ergo no leaving the house and therefore, no leaving Naruto. But motor stop also meant more time to fix the machine and THAT was not what he wanted, so he put the can back and just glared at the bike in the scarce light.
He really hated this machine. By god it was a gift from Satan himself to Sasuke. It was big, chrome and black, and, and…
Cool.
It was undeniably cool, but he had just hated it because the Uchiha loved it, and what Sasuke loved Naruto apparently hated because it took Sasuke's attention.
His hand ran over the bike, feeling the leather, steel and rubber underneath his fingertips.
He sighed. His master plan had to wait until another opportune moment. Maybe he could give it rust, a slow but certain death for this beloved machine. Yes, a brilliant idea. But it would be a little too obvious to drag it out in the pouring rain.
He closed the door as he got up the stairs and walked into the living room, looking out into the night through the window, seeing the raindrops fall from the lampposts outside, fat and heavy.
Occupied by his own empty thoughts, Naruto didn't notice a figure creep up behind him in the dark.
"What are you doing, dobe?" The voice was heavy and hoarse, and Naruto's eyes widened in shock.
He turned around and saw Sasuke standing right behind him, mere inches between them. He could see the onyx eyes in the dim light from outside.
"Nothing," he finally said.
"What were you doing down in the garage?" The voice sounded so deep and never had Naruto heard it like that, so sensual and so demanding.
"I'm telling you nothing, bastard."
"You weren't trying to… sabotage it, were you now, Naruto?" And for just one second, Naruto's eyes grew wide enough for Sasuke to notice it.
"N-no… " Well he couldn't say yes! That would destroy what pride he had left that wasn't burn-marked with the Uchiha fan.
"So, are you saying you walked downstairs to the garage just to look at my bike during the middle of the night?" Sasuke took a step forward and almost by automatic gearshift, Naruto took a step back.
"Y-yes?" Well he couldn't say he'd been about to destroy Sasuke's obsession, though he somewhat wanted to see the bastard's face when that bike broke down.
"Is that so? You… like my bike?"
It sounded like a trick question. It WAS a trick question! Of course it was, Sasuke was always a sneaky bastard like that.
"None of your business, asshole."
Oh shit! Was that just an indirect yes? No.. No.. No, No, NoNoNONONONO!! It was not! The fucking bastard was not going to have his way!
"Oh, so you do like it?" Too late…
"No you asshole, it's as pathetic as you are!"
"Oh, so you find me pathetic?" The words, how did he make them sound so seductive? And what was with the light, it made his body and his eyes seem like they were…glistening? No, that wasn't possible, because Sasuke wasn't some sparkly fairy, throwing around fairy dust.
But why then…
"Yes. I find you and your so-called hobby ridiculous."
Taking another step towards the blond, Sasuke closed in on him, making the space between them become ever smaller.
Naruto could feel the door-knob gnawing at his back, as he had stepped all the way back to the door that led out to the street.
"I find that…amusing." Sasuke's eyes were half lidded as he popped the zipper to his jeans.
"O-oh? Why is that?" Naruto tried to get his hand around the knob to turn it, just in case the bastard wanted to pick a fight – wouldn't be the first time, that's for sure.
A low, deep chuckle left the back of Sasuke's throat, as his eyes locked with Naruto's blue ones.
A chill swept down Naruto's spine as he saw the deep pools of darkness in his boyfriend's eyes, and he could no longer fend his position – he bolted right past the unsuspecting Uchiha.
"So this is how we are going to play?" Sasuke's lips turned up into a smirk – sinister as the devil and dripping with lust.
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Cliffie!!! -dies-