Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. I have not, nor will I make a profit from this fanfiction.
Warning: NaruSasu. Lemon. Foul Language. AU.
This is a two, maybe three chapter story. Originally posted as a one shot, it had been re-written and I am much happier with it now. Part 2 should be up in a couple of days.
Not beta'd.
Sannin: The Next Generation
Part 1
The Beginning
He conceded that the band on stage was good. They played their instruments well, the singer seemed charismatic, enunciated his words. Naruto found his hand tapping his thigh along with the throbbing beats. Yeah, he'd look them up when he got home.
Luckily he wasn't here for any sort of competition and it was merely an observation of the opening band. His band wasn't due to be onstage until later.
He wasn't sure yet if he actually missed this, or if he was nervous as fuck. Both seemed likely.
Giving his cheeks a slap, Naruto tried to shake off the jitters. He wanted this, Dammit!
Looking around the back stage area was sickening, the memories a lead blanket slowly weighing him down.
The narrow hall where he stood was still dark; the fake stage-wall to his right, a solid brick wall to his left. Wires still sprouted like vines, hanging and tied everywhere. Random unlit bulbs tucked here and there and only the sunken 20watts in the high ceiling to navigate by.
Sighing heavily, he wiped his hands on his thighs and groaned. Circling once to remember his original direction, he finger-pointed his path and casually made his way to his old dressing room.
He could still see the faded ink where he'd drawn all their names on the door. Pushing it open and peering around, he found the brightly lit room empty of people. Releasing his breath, he stepped in and slammed the door shut with his heel.
Why did coming back have to fuck with his head?
Swollen, bloody knuckles landed hard into his side, loosening the choking hold he'd had around the brunette's neck.
Breaking away, wheezing in a sharp, painful breath and shaking the blonde hair from his eyes, he met those damning onyx iris's. Growling, Naruto charged Sasuke, driving them both over the kitchen table, buckling the legs and scattering the chairs.
His shoulders tensed, his dark blue eyes glinting like polished steel. He hated remembering that night. Looking at the industrial clock on the wall, Naruto scowled, he still had nearly an hour until he went on stage.
Damn.
Rubbing the back of his head, the gelled spikes sticking into his palm, he dragged his body to the overly padded couch. Flopping down on the brown suede he dropped his arm over his eyes.
Okay, so he'd missed this thing; his body sinking just right into the cushions.
He was already so tired and despite trying to focus his mind on the new setup for the performance, the one he'd have to give alone for the first time, he was instead pulled into reliving the drama from a year ago.
Pain so severe…
Rain, heavy streams of it streaked horizontally across the window pane. The cold chilled Naruto's palm, his breath fogging the view as he looked out into the night's storm. Sasuke was late. A powerful wind gust rattled the ballistic glass, lights dimmed and flickered, but the power didn't fail.
Turning away from the sights of the thunder storm, Naruto flung himself down his brown leather couch. Reaching for his phone, he brought up a game app to occupy himself until his lover got home.
Absentmindedly, Naruto rubbed the patch of scalp that still hurt, remembering the multiple strands that pulled free in the crazy woman's fist.
They had tried so hard to not let the stress get to them. To get the needed sleep and to stay on top of their grueling schedule. Oh, they loved this career. They were made for it. Lived it. Breathed it. They adored their fans.
However, after eighteen months on the road they'd finally made their way back to Konoha. Home. Excitement at seeing the familiar landmarks had tears streaming down Naruto's cheeks.
It had been unanimous, they wanted a break.
They'd given one last show before announcing their intention to take a well-earned leave. The crowd had become a live entity, wanting one last good taste of the band before they left. It had absolutely drowned the band and security had to literally pull the trio through. Frightening really, with the hands reaching and grabbing for all they could touch. It was a great adrenalin rush.
Naruto wasn't worried about Sasuke. That bastard could handle almost any situation, in any weather on any day of the year. Laying a hand on his grumbling stomach, Naruto really hoped the Bastard hurried up with the takeout. He was starving.
For as far back as they cared to remember there had been the three of them; Naruto, Sasuke and Sakura.
Their friendship had been simple, un-cluttered and fresh.
Naruto had been the glue, he kept the moments together special and fun.
Sasuke had been the backbone, the pusher to keep them moving forward, always forward and always with a goal.
Sakura was the one to ground them. She kept their feet on the ground and elbows off the tables. She ensured her boys were taken care of.
Together.
That music had driven them, enthralled them and inspired them from a tender age made it an easy decision as to what career to aim for.
They'd all sat around Sakura's kitchen table, leafs of paper scattered everywhere, some crumpled and laying in random places around the room.
The cups of coffee, or in Naruto's case, hot chocolate, had gone cold and the three friends had stared at each other, hoping for a band name to simply fall from the sky.
Sasuke wanted to call them 'Hebi' - Naruto hated snakes, so that was out. As was 'Taka'. To be named after a hawk? No, too lame.
Sasuke had suggested Naruto shove his opinion up his ass. Naruto had jostled the table when he'd shoved his chair back and then Sakura had swatted them both and mopped up the spilled coffee with the ruined sheets of paper.
The thinking had recommenced.
Sakura suggested 'Squad Seven', or 'Team Seven' like they had been in that high school talent show, but Sasuke had scrunched his nose and said 'too childish'.
The crumpled ball of paper in Sakura's hand had bounced off his head.
Naruto was adamant about being called 'Believe it!'. All the other two could think was that name giving Naruto even more reasons to randomly holler. Aw' HELL no. He yelled his 'catch phrase' enough as it was.
Around 5am and deliriously tired, they'd stumbled through the snorts of laughter and groans to decide on 'Sannin: The Next Generation'
In honor of the three craziest, odd, demanding, loving and most influential people they'd had in their lives: their artistic mentors, Tsunade; Jiraiya; and Orochimaru.
They'd struggled.
Oh, the Uchiha name drew a lot of attention, always did for one reason or another. Some people say that the Uchiha family bred beauty, brains and talent. The envy of this family was palpable and disturbing.
Sasuke, as the 'baby' Uchiha, had complained once that he'd love to go by his mother's maiden name too, like Naruto. It was amazing, and insulting, how many people still had no idea that the rambunctious blonde was the only child of Konoha's Hokage. The son looked almost exactly like the father, how could the people not recognize Naruto? His father's face was etched in stone hanging above the city! It boggled the raven's mind.
Sasuke's parents, however, had been adamant that both sons be proud of their name. Being Uchiha was a matter of dignity.
To the sons, it was a twenty-four hour job trying to be everything expected of them.
This generation of Uchiha was proving to be superior though. Geniuses, with aristocratic visages like their mother and devastatingly powerful amongst their own generation. Yes, the stoic Police Chief, Fugaku, was ecstatic.
Mikoto had beamed with maternal pride as she stood just inside the front lobby of the Uchiha Medical Research Center. Itachi's project brought to life, and he was only twenty-eight.
Sasuke, with Naruto and Sakura at his sides, watched Itachi cut the ceremonious red ribbon with a giant scalpel. They'd stared at the older brother, watching Itachi mingle and rub shoulders
Naruto was wise to his best friend. The blonde might be an only child, but he recognized rivalry when he saw it; he experienced it enough with the guy at his side. Oh yes, he recognized that expression on Sasuke's face. It meant Game on. Naruto was almost giddy.
It was about damned time Sannin: The Next Generation got serious.
The first manager the band approached had been thrilled. He'd nearly peed himself in excitement after learning that Itachi Uchiha's younger brother came to him! The kid actually had talent too! What awesome luck!
He'd implored the young Uchiha to ditch Uzumaki and Haruno, after all, with his looks and that voice, 'Sasuke, man...you could be huge! Why even bother with the other two? Yeah, they're not bad... but you could have it all! Why share it?'
Naruto's face had turned puce at the effort it took to not barge through that door and yell at the jerk. 'Not bad'? Pah! Naruto carried the other two, he was awesome. Perfection. 'Not bad'. Whatever.
He and Sakura shared a look of righteous indignity and resumed peeking through the crack in the door way.
Sasuke had glared cold murder at the scum behind the desk and said; "They're not expendable" Naruto hoped that look of discomfort on the pudgy man's sweating face meant that he'd shat himself.
Despite the bitter atmosphere, Sasuke was subjected to a group hug when he slammed out the door.
That incident had been followed by an assortment of agents and companies, all with great names attached and a menagerie of talented stars, but all wanting pieces of the band they weren't willing to give up.
"Hey, Pinky, if you got implant-"
"Woah, what's with the happy? Tune it down, buddy! Act more like the Uchiha, over there."
"Tell ya's what, come with me tonight. There's this little party my company's throwing. I'll introduce you to some people. Maybe you could help yourselves by greasing some wheels. Get my meaning?"
They'd slammed more doors as a band than the three of them combined during their hormonal adolescence. They'd paid attention though and some things had proven useful.
The home video of them messing around with guitars in Naruto's living room just didn't make that great of an impression. They'd need a more professional demo CD, recorded at an actual studio.
A demo CD paid for by Itachi. Paid back to him in sweat equity. He'd made all three of them work at the hospital, which in retrospect had been a marvelous decision.
Naruto encouraged healing with his bright, sunny disposition and never-give-up attitude. The kids loved him.
Sasuke had helped in the psychology unit, diagnosing all the different mind disorders had fascinated him, but the 'Poor me' attitude many of the patients displayed annoyed the shit out if him. To Itachi's chagrin, Sasuke had told the depressed patients his thoughts, having never been one to hold his tongue. That hadn't gone over well.
Sakura, however had fascinated Itachi. That girl had followed the medical teams around, watching, thinking, always learning. She managed to pick up medical terminology, diagnoses, usage of equipment, and! her bedside manner was impeccable. She was honest toward the patients, but kind.
She was made to be a doctor and Itachi had approached her once and offered to pay for her education, should she decide to pursue such a career.
The blood had drained from her face, then she'd turned an interesting shade of indigo before she'd breathed again. She had then looked at Itachi like she wanted to jump him. In the end, she'd politely declined, saying she wouldn't abandon her boys.
Intriguing.
Itachi had been a little forlorn to see her go. Er, them. To see them go.
Yes, it had been a laborious two years, but finally, finally! They'd found the perfect manager.
Hiashi Hyuuga owned and operated a small talent-finding business that produced some major players in the art world. His daughters and nephew had good seats in his company as they had a like-minded taste; little interest in the fake, nor the bullshit.
They wanted personality and wondrous sound. They wanted life and messiness.
As soon as Hinata had laid on on the trio, she'd wanted them.
Naruto's energy and vibrancy, Sasuke's natural charm and politeness, Sakura's girly beauty and stubborn attitude.
Oh, Hinata was enthralled. Neji 'hmm-ed' and 'haw-ed', but he agreed. Hanabi had the day off and therefore had no opinion.
The initial paperwork had been slow going: contracts had been negotiated; fees; select terms; a specific manager had needed selecting... it had all been gibberish to Naruto. He wanted to be on stage yesterday.
Their demo CD had, had three songs. Two of which had been selected to carry over for their first album. Sakura had gushed her happiness; she'd written them. A book of other ready-to-record songs had been given to the group in which five would be selected, the rest of the album's twelve songs would be written by the band with the help of song writer, Kakashi.
It had taken five months to make the self-titled album, but Sannin: The Next Generation was very proud of their baby.
During this 'down time', a Press Kit was made. There had been some decisions thrown around of what information would be okay to release. Naruto had decided not to announce his parentage. Even though he was well aware it wouldn't take long for it to come out anyway, once people had enough interest in him to check.
He just didn't want people to think he was some spoiled rich kid playing around with a music career because he was bored. Sakura and Sasuke had bristled at the thought. Naruto had worked diligently at this, just as they had. He'd wanted this for so long... for someone to think less of the effort was appalling. They agreed with his decision and made bets on how long it would take for Minato's name to leak.
What was released were vague backgrounds; full names, birth place, age, family, relationship status. The story of how they came to be, their introduction to Hyuuga Records, their first single, even a short home videos of the three friends playing around. And photos.
Oh, the photos. What an ordeal that had been.
Sai, as the monochromatic and unsettling photographer preferred to be called, had tried for a more methodical group image. He enjoyed random emotional display - the very depths of human conditioning.
It was his belief that the fans deserved to really see, to truly know the strangers they would be attaching themselves to.
So, after the introductions and stares as Sasuke was compared to the photographer - creepy, really, how alike they looked, the group was led to a drop sheet of plain white paper.
Sai had worked diligently to pose them with soft directions and a too-big smile.
Then he'd opened that mouth and the unbelievable insults had the band mates crawling over each other trying to hold each other back, while another tried to reach the brazen photographer.
No one had paid any attention to the flashes of the camera.
Despite the ruckus, the photos had been amazing. The trio had gazed down at the stack of glossed paper in their hands, jaws hanging open. How did that ass manage to capture that shy grin of Sasuke's? Naruto's serious stare? Sakura's laugh captured in a still frame? Grudgingly, Naruto, Sasuke and Sakura had withdrawn their appeal for a new photographer.
Over all, it had been a successful opening to the countries of Fire, Wind, and Grass. Sannin: The Next Generation became Stars.
"Sas-uke, Nar-u-to, Sak-ur-a" sounded the vibrations from the other side of the curtain. The twenty-thousand audience members had chanted their names.
Naruto had run around in circles, feeding off the energy. Sasuke had, of course, shoved his hands in the pockets of his black jeans and grunted, only a slight tilt to his lips to attest to having been happy to have reached this pinnacle. Sakura had shaken in her knee-high boots, her jade eyes huge and brilliant, hands - with the black polish - wringing into white knuckled forms against her stomach.
Naruto had come up behind his band mates, wrapped an arm around their necks and gently knocked his head against both of theirs. The only way to be heard with the crowd screaming through the announcer's introductions was to yell, and he did - "Twenty thousand people paid to see me! BELIEVE IT!"
They played that first concert like they played every following one; With every ounce of spirit, guts and energy they had.
Afterward and back stage, Naruto was ecstatic. Sasuke and Sakura, sweaty, thirsty and completely drained of energy had glared at Naruto as he'd bounced through the room, whooping and hollering his excitement.
To Sasuke's own amusement, it was on the drive back to the hotel that Naruto had finally blown out of steam. His head had lolled to one side, then back toward Sasuke to rest against his shoulder, moments later Naruto's soft snore filled the comfortable silence.
That night, while staring at the beautiful blonde, something shifted in the Uchiha's dark eyes.
Despite the fast flow of events that first season, the relationship between the men of Sannin: The Next Generation went through a change. Like puberty, it had started out childish, but matured, growing into something tangible between them that could be followed by the fans. How the fans wanted it, thirsted for it. It was sweet and addictive to them, watching Sasuke and Naruto dance around themselves, waiting for the first slip up.
The bright pink, orange and violet lights glowing brightly through the dark arena, billowing clouds of fog wafting across the stage as the trio performed.
From stage right, Sakura's nimble fingers glided easily over the strings of her rhinestone-decorated guitar, a thin sheen of sweat on her bared shoulders and arms. Her rose-shaded hair twisted up in spunky little tufts. Her sky blue, one-shouldered tank top glittered, her cherry-red skirt just the right shade to compliment her skin tone.
And then the 'shit-kicking' - as Sakura had dubbed them, knee-high boots. Black leather, lace around the ankle with the wide, flat heel to pull it all together.
She was the princess of the group - and loved it.
Her pink mic with the streaming emerald ribbons standing before her as she sang her part.
Her voice was naturally soft, but she could reach high notes with ease - and then drop her tone so fluidly to add depth to a single verse. She balanced her boys and brought a pop-ish edge to the rock themed group.
Sasuke was on bass; the instrument gleaming black with blue lightening zigzagging the strap. His mic, simply decorated with his family crest, was held loosely in his grip as he sang, his baritone a delicious back up for Sakura.
Dark, sultry eyes would dance across the sea of fans, their faces alive as they studied Sasuke in turn. The colored lights swaying overhead made his ebony hair shine a multitude of hues, his pale complexion flushed. The collar of his v-neck tee glued to his skin. Add the spiked wrist bands, dark denim skinnies, the cannot-be tamed attitude and his aristocratic looks. Sasuke was edible.
As he sang, his lips would occasionally brush the slip cover of the mic and many fangirls drooled over the possibility of buying that little piece of mesh in an online auction. He drew his fair share of admiration from their fans.
It was impossible not to notice, however, that his eyes, and many others in the crowd, were all for the lead guitarist and singer of the group.
Naruto.
That bright ball of energy was bouncing around the stage, jumping on/off everything he could get his feet on - anything below his shoulders.
His guitar was loud in sound and design. Orange, with flashy blue and red swirls painted all over. Naruto had painted it himself.
Not the prettiest beast to have ever been seen, but at the moment it was the most captivating piece of equipment in the world. The skill in which Naruto played, the way his fingers moved... every note was flawless.
Aggressive, excessively loud and almost, almost, just a bunch of noise, but it was flawless none the less.
It was pure Naruto.
The goofball was in his zone and all the energy expended during the performance had succeeded in melting the carefully crafted 'concert costume'. Sweat dampened the 'do, darkening his blonde spikes into this honey-colored, sweat-spraying mop that flounced and settled over his cheeks and eyes.
He'd lost the shirt a while ago - it had sailed from the stage into the audience and was lost forever. His belted, blue jeans fit way too nicely across his ass for his own good.
Naruto had converted a number fans from the dark-side of Sasuke fandom to his happy, Energizer Bunny side.
Even the Pink-Princess of the group had a hard time believing that this hottie with the come-hither-if-you-dare blue, blue eyes was the same moron she grew up with. The same guy that had been known to brush his teeth while still chewing his breakfast.
His suave tenor drifted through the air, holding his note beautifully and then cut off, synced nicely with Sakura and Sasuke's last, haunting chord.
Two seconds, then the mass of bodies before them seemed to rise up and roar. Arms flew up, hands waving dramatically and screams of 'Encore' filled all ears.
Despite the exhaustion, Naruto's shit-eating grin made the other two groan. Encore it was then.
And again.
And, of course, again.
Walled in by security guards, Naruto, Sasuke and Sakura had been whisked away to their designated room back stage.
It was there, in the large, too bright room that the trio had their breather. It was comfortable with the overly padded couch, deep chairs and a wide coffee table. A flat screen was mounted on the wall opposite the seating area. One side of the room had a kitchenette, the other had a door that led to the shower.
Sasuke always booked it for the bathrooms, wanting to be the first to shower. Naruto and Sakura couldn't care less, used to Sasuke's hygiene quirks as they were, and helped themselves to the refreshments left out for them on the coffee table while they waited for their turn.
Despite the sound proofing, they could always hear the crowd. The people with the backstage passes.
The fans would wait (im)patiently for the group to compose themselves, held back by the beefy arms of the security personnel. Then, when Sannin: The Next Generation was ready for the fans, the room's door would unlock and Naruto would poke his head out and invite them inside.
Greeting the fans was the biggest ego boost. Ever. They ooh-ed and aww-ed everything they said or did. They'd hug Naruto and Sakura, pound fists with Sasuke. He wasn't fond of being held so closely by strangers.
With so many bodies everywhere, all the crying and exclaiming and the general chaos, it would take some time before the atmosphere calmed. Once it did though, the fans would sit around where ever they could and the three stars, flanked by security, would sit on the couch and just hang.
Naruto had always been able to make friends easily and that made this procedure so much less daunting. It wasn't a chore to come up with things to say and there never seemed to be any awkwardness. He would just open his mouth and say whatever he was thinking, Sasuke and Sakura would follow his lead and the conversations would flow. More often than not it would be the wee hours of the morning before all the pictures were taken, all the signatures given and all the fans ushered out of the room.
It was 4am as the black crossover made it's way back to the hotel. Everyone had celebrated a little more than usual; that had been the last concert of the tour and they were looking at three glorious months off.
From the back seat, Naruto could see that Sakura had fallen asleep, her head cushioned on her arm. If he hadn't been so distracted he may have winced at how sore he knew her neck would be.
It had been a relief, the almost simultaneous touching of hands between them. Their fingers had slowly crawled over the leather seat and laced together. Finally bridging the shared adoration between them.
The first contact had caused an alarming frisson of warmth to seep visibly over their skin, making them blush radiantly. Every so often a thumb would stroke back and forth over the inside of a wrist, draw patterns along the damp palm, eliciting soft gasps.
The ride back had taken twenty-some minutes, by no means long enough to make sense of the rampaging emotions they invoked in each other.
The three friends had booked separate rooms; 204, 206, 208. All doors side by side. The hall prettily lit by the gently glowing wall sconces placed between landscape paintings. The heavy knit of the beige and blue carpeting silenced their footsteps.
The hotel was eerily quiet as the group sluggishly made their way to the rooms to sleep away the rest of the morning, escorted by their driver and head of security, Shikaku.
Swiping the key-card, Sakura waited for Shikaku to make a perfunctory sweep before waving a sleepy goodnight over her shoulder. The heavy door swung shut behind her. They waited for the lock to latch before moving on.
With out any outward communication Naruto and Sasuke both waltzed into the next door over, Sasuke's room respectively.
Waiting once more to hear the lock latch, Shikaku sighed. With a vague notion of a shrug, he turned back around and made for the plush chair at the neck of the hall, pulling out his deck of cards. He wasn't bothered in the slightest over this new development. His son had called it when he first met the band. In high school.
On the other side of the door, the young men had succumbed to the jitters. One sat on the edge of the bed, elbows on knees and chin planted on his clasped hands. Watching Naruto. The other had leaned his shoulders against the door and was picking at his nails, watching Sasuke through the hair that had swept over his eyes.
Naruto had been able to smell Sasuke's cologne, or body wash, or whatever it was that had wafted through the car earlier, but in here it was so much stronger. A heady cloud that made him want to dive at the silent man on the bed, to drive his nose into the pale, slender neck and just breathe him in.
The guy really was beautiful. The mellow, golden light emitted by the bedside lamp did interesting things with his complexion and shaded his eyes. Not that Naruto needed to see those slate grey iris's to know that Sasuke was studying him, too. He could feel them on him, roving over him. He felt naked.
Well then. Why wasn't he?
The only thing holding him back, had his feet planted... Did he really want to cross that line with his best friend?
Yeah, that was Sasuke sitting there and yes, that made this a bigger gamble than any other. If they fucked this up then that would (most likely) be it. Career, friendship, love. All gone.
Just thinking about losing it all made Naruto's stomach quiver in denial. However...
What's life without a little risk? He wanted Sasuke, had for some time now.
He'd have to make sure he didn't fuck up, is all.
Unaware that his resolution showed on his face, drawing his lips into a smooth grin, Naruto straightened up. Rolling his shoulders, he lowered his jacket down his arms. Threw it aside. Then grabbing the hem of his t-shirt, he pulled that up, over his head and tossed it, too, in the same general direction of his jacket.
Running a hand over his hair to soothe it back down, he was startled to see Sasuke on his feet and right there. Those large, alluring and dark eyes met his and held tight. A blink, a breath. Sasuke licked his lips, Naruto did the same.
Heart beating a staccato rhythm against his ribs, Naruto lifted a hand to Sasuke's face, tracing his jaw with only the tip of his fingers. The muscle beneath his fingers flexed. He pushed his hand through the thick hair, cupping the back of Sasuke's neck. He applied the slightest of pressure, gently pulling until Sasuke's warm breath left his lips and brushed Naruto's.
Still they stared. Waiting.
Sasuke's face contorted, showing his frustration. Naruto moved in, slamming their mouths together.
They'd thought about this very moment for so long, wondered and hoped it would be amazing. Both secretly worried that they'd find the attraction had only been a play of the mind. That it would be awful, one of those memories shoved to the back of the mind and ignored.
Naruto was beyond gleeful that this wasn't the case and tightened his hold around Sasuke's shoulders. Sasuke moaned into the kiss, tiling his head a little more, opening a little wider. Naruto groaned, pulling Sasuke's tongue into his mouth.
Weird? Aw, Hell no.
A grunt was expelled when Naruto reached around Sasuke's ass and lifted him. Sasuke nipped the corner of Naruto's lips, then moved along the peach fuzzed cheek to pull an ear lobe between his teeth - he liked biting, and was promptly dropped.
The bed beneath him squeaked once. "Hu-uunh", Sasuke's breath was knocked from him when the blonde landed on him. They experienced a moment of almost paralyzing intensity as Naruto settled his body against Sasuke's. The heat, the lustful pangs rifling through them. The wonderful sensation of finally holding the one you've wanted and realizing how perfectly you fit together.
Naruto's golden hair was like strands of satin. Making a fist, he watched the soft light play along the blonde's features as he pulled. This kiss was slower, deeper.
Sasuke's long fingers slowly dragged down Naruto's neck, digging between his shoulder blades and over his sides. Naruto's heart was pounding, his breath hissing between his teeth. Fuck, he hadn't been so hot for anyone since...
Ever.
Sitting up, he divested Sasuke of his shirt, seeing the rose colored nipples stiffen in the cooler air. He was drawn to them. Kneeling over, Naruto thumbed one, the other hardening against his tongue. He decided his new favorite flavor was Sasuke.
God! The sounds he was hearing were driving him crazy. That growl!
Shivering in delight, murmuring his approval of a vocal Sasuke, Naruto forcefully pulled the brunette's head back by the hair in his fist to nibble the side of his neck. Cologne. That wonderful smell filling his senses was Sasuke's cologne. It was concentrated here and the effect was a punch of lust, the blood draining from his head to fill his weeping dick.
Sasuke's hips jerked almost rhythmically, his own dick was so fucking hard it hurt. Every little touch of that tongue, those teeth, had him panting already. It was humiliating how quickly Naruto had turned him into a rag doll.
Well, he was no slouch. He grunted under the effort it took to roll Naruto aside, but once he succeeded, he set to work. It was a slow process; he was easily distracted, but Sasuke persevered.
Naruto was bared to him.
Naruto was mind numbingly gorgeous.
His skin was buttery and smooth beneath Sasuke's capable hands. Blazing. Not that he wasn't feeling feverish himself. Sasuke's nose was pressed to Naruto's stomach, his hands tracing all the the precious shades of skin beneath his palms. He was enthralled with the little noises Naruto was letting slip. Along with the subtle shivers and the broken breathing.
He was most enamored with Naruto's cock. Cut, long and a little on the thicker side. The piece of throbbing flesh was deliciously hot, hard and curiously smelled of fabric softener and musk. The dark blond hair was trimmed and soft.
Sasuke had held off touching this part of the blonde until now. Without any further delay, he wickedly opened his mouth wide and sank that pillar deep into his throat. Checking the gag reflex, his jaw slack as he swallowed against the bulbous tip.
Naruto nearly jumped off the bed. He was so wound up, bodily vibrating. The sudden intense stimulation had him ripping strands of Sasuke's hair from his scalp as he came violently. The brunette's name a garbled, shouted expletive.
Gently, Sasuke tongued the pronounced vein underneath the shaft as he lifted his head. Salty and bitter, Naruto's cum tasted how Sasuke expected. It had coated his throat and he swallowed repeatedly, liking how Naruto's cock pulsed against his tongue. That's all he had time to conclude before his world rotated on it's axis and he found himself bodily flipped around and lying on his back once more.
Naruto's eyes were a stormy shade of blue, dark and intense. They looked into Sasuke's, daring him to look away as Naruto roughly ripped the jeans down Sasuke's legs. Luckily there were no boxers to contend with. Naruto wrapped one fist around Sasuke's shaft, slowly massaging, and shoved two fingers in his own mouth, wetting them thoroughly. A little bit of drool escaped, sliding down Naruto's chin.
Sasuke gritted his teeth through the stimulation and watched the show with rapt attention, his chest aching something fierce. Oh, the anticipation. He'd wanted this for too fucking long.
Reaching up, he grabbed Naruto's jaw and fused their mouths together. Slowly, methodically, he eased the hunger they shared into a blazing need. When he felt first one finger, then the second breach his sphincter, he mimicked the motion with his tongue in Naruto's mouth. His hands sliding up Naruto's arms, over his broad shoulders. Holding him.
The head of Naruto's cock brushed the puckered ring. Sasuke forced himself to relax. Naruto entered him roughly and Sasuke winced. The blonde caught the flinch and felt a little bad. Only a little. Sasuke's ass was ridiculously tight, an incredible, fleshy vise.
Naruto pulled almost all the way out, paused. Slammed home. "Ha-ahh!", Sasuke yelled into Naruto's sweaty neck, his hands bruising the skin as he hugged the blonde's body.
It was this slow, tortuous and stunning way Naruto pounded into him that had Sasuke limp with pleasure and nearly drooling on himself. His legs gripped Naruto's hips tightly, using them as leverage to aid every driving thrust. Naruto pushed up on his hands, pacing up and incidentally sliding directly against his prostate. Sasuke scrambled, tangling his hands in the bedding to hold on, his jaw slack.
Naruto's orgasm was edging closer, ever closer and with a startling snap, the ball of exquisite rapture he was riding on burst, flowing almost painfully as he erupted, his organ pulsing deep inside his lover.
Sasuke's mind was lost to the bliss. He came hard, bewildered by the copious amount of cum sliding down Naruto's stomach. Trembling in the aftermath, he barely made a sound of protest when Naruto bonelessly collapsed on top of him.
It hadn't taken long to discover each others appetite's in the the bedroom. Or any other unoccupied room. Or closet. Or chair. Or wall.
Sasuke was Naruto's little vampire; biting down on the blonde's neck, shoulder, stomach or thighs. His tanned body would shiver in delight, eyes rolling back in his head to feel that devilish, talented mouth on his skin.
Naruto would return every little favor by yanking Sasuke's head back by the hair, hearing that sexy groan escape bruised lips as Naruto pressed himself tightly to that lithe and sculpted body. Feeding the heat between them with his hands and lips.
Yeah, they'd put their time off to good use.
They'd tried not to let fame take over their personalities. To an extent, they'd succeeded. However, living on the road, feeding off the hype and being more than they had ever been hadn't left them untouched.
Seeing this, their family rallied to bring them back to Earth.
Kushina and Minato had confiscated Naruto's cell for the first few days he was home. He hadn't wanted to be cut off from Sasuke, but hadn't minded sitting with his parents, feeling cherished and eating up the love they showered him. Then they'd given him a list of all the things he'd done while away that they disapproved of. He'd been made to answer for each one. On top of which Kushina was a stern task master, she hadn't thrown away Naruto's list of chores and it wasn't until he was taking the last of the trash down the drive that he'd laughed. He really had missed home.
Sasuke hadn't been let off easily either. He'd groaned, feeling unused muscles twitch and ache fiercely as he picked himself up off the ground. He'd had his ass handed to him on a silver platter. He definitely needed to make time to practice his Kata's while on the road. Really, there was no excuse. Licking the blood from his lip he charged at Itachi again.
Flying through the air a moment later, he'd thought it strange that he even had un-worked muscles, now that he was with Naruto.
Sakura had, had an incredible, tearful reunion with her mom. They stayed up talking and sharing half the night. It was a sleepy and humorless Sakura that had approached a rather smug Itachi that next morning about volunteering at the hospital while she was in town. Her mom was quite adamant that she not waste her vacation. Sakura was of the belief her mother misunderstood the definition of 'vacation'.
It was when she found herself elbow deep in disinfectant and bed pans, a curious brown smudge on her forehead that she'd felt humbled again. She laughed, too. It was better than crying.
With platinum cards lining their pockets, the trio had set out to find some prime real estate for themselves. Sakura had frowned, confused at first when Naruto and Sasuke said they wanted a place together. When they'd clarified the situation to her, she pretended not to feel jealous. It was beneath her. They were happy, so let them be.
It was with this firmly planted in her mind that she'd helped her clueless boys decorate their new home. It was the smallest of the estates they'd looked into. Two floors, five bedrooms, each with adjoining bathrooms. Huge kitchen. In-house theater. Pool. Gym. Basket ball court.
Sakura's own estate was a beautiful modern house. Open concept and lots of windows. It was always sunny, warm and also came with a gym and pool. She'd added a flower garden for good measure.
The excitement of moving out of their parents homes and into their own was contagious. Feeding off the energy her boys shared, Sakura soon discovered that she was able to overlook the shock of them being in a relationship. They were more affectionate toward each other, but otherwise hadn't changed.
Honestly, a small part of her was secretly thrilled. She was damned lucky to be close to the breathtaking 'NaruSasu'. Fans everywhere were salivating to know if the two men of Sannin: The Last Generation had become a couple yet, and here Sakura was, sitting with them in their the living room. Watching Sasuke kiss Naruto on the mouth before heading off to see his parents and brother.
Sakura blushed, if only their stylist could see them now.
(It was also noted that during the press coverage of the official 'moving out of the 'rents', Naruto's parentage was discovered. The press had a field day. Sakura won the bet by one month and one week.)
It was with no small amount of fan fare that the trio was welcomed back to the lime light at the end of their three months. Some places of the world were just learning that they had even taken a break.
Sakura, Sasuke and Naruto worked together to create their second album. It wasn't a priority yet, but progress was steady despite the frequent requests to appear at one function or another, at one radio station or another, at one awards show or another.
All too soon another year had gone by. The second album was finished and ready to release. It was time for their second promo tour.
One cold night kept warm together in bed, Naruto and Sasuke had discussed coming 'out' to the public. They were only partially aware of the following their mystery relationship status had. It wasn't so much that they were afraid of the public opinion, but more...wary. So many things could change. Fans could abandon them for thinking them disgusting, the record company could drop them for sullying their image. They fully expected to be ripped to shreds by the press.
They were ultimately worried that being together openly would ruin their career as is.
In the end they'd decided to no longer hide. They were happy together. True fans and followers wouldn't abandon them for their own choice of lifestyle. To Hell with them if they did.
During their next concert, after one particularly energetic song, Naruto had paused in his hopping around the stage to glug down a good portion of a bottle of water, slipped off his shirt and proceeded to dump the rest over his head and shoulders. Sakura, appreciation shinning in her emerald stare, had laughed. The crowd cheered and cat-called.
Sasuke, onyx eyes smouldering, had casually made his way to his blonde and met the challenging sapphire gaze. He'd leaned in and pressed his lips to Naruto's temple before brushing them lightly over the blonde's mouth. He was cautious of kids in the audience.
But it had been enough. The fans had gone bezerk, screaming, cheering and jumping. The boys blushed. Sakura had waltzed up to them with a Cheshire grin. "I told you so!"
The articles printed after that had butchered the tender moment, but it was ingrained in the memories of everyone there.
Despite having the public know, they were careful. Sasuke had been raised to respect the 'Power of the Press', having come from a well known and influential family name. Keeping that advice in the forefront of his mind, they'd kept the public displays of affection to a minimum.
Their stylist was instrumental in keeping their activities a secret. Stocked up on concealer and powder, every day she worked diligently to hide the evidence. In her opinion, the teeth marks and dark blotches on their faces, necks and chests were quite extreme. She didn't allow herself to imagine how badly they were marked else where. As it was, she worked with a perpetual blush.
After so long she'd gone to the only person with any reasonable ability to control them; Sakura. Agreeing with Ino, she'd gone up one side of Naruto and down Sasuke's other side. Afterwards, there had been a dramatic reduction in territory marking.
The hectic life of Sannin: The Next Generation continued.
Naruto was startled from his thoughts when the phone in his hand vibrated, a message appeared saying he had a text. With a few quick flicks of his thumb over the screen, he scrolled through the words, feeling his chest tighten.
Without a second thought, he shoved the phone back into his pocket. Jumping up from the couch and grabbing his jacket off the kitchen chair, he was out the door.
Sakura's text for help gnawing at his mind.