Inspired by the lyrics of Take It Off by Kesha, and also a song called After Dark by Tito & Tarantula. Look that second one up, it's great. Not a fan of Kesha's music, but like the words and so here we are. Some OCness, seeing as it's a one shot and there is no time for me to lay down the history and buildup and whatnot. Hope you all like it.
Only A Memory
Sauske has never been to the newest club that erected itself downtown shortly after the economy began to do a dive into the negative.
It came as a surprise to the community when the large abandoned building near the center of the entire city was bought up and immediately worked upon, changing it into something different.
He finds it questionable that the restorations and everything else that needed to be done were finished just as soon as the economy started rising once more at a rather rapid pace. But Sasuke overthinks things like that all the time and he had barely spared the club a glance every time he passed it.
Not tonight.
No; tonight he stands in front of the building with a bland expression on his otherwise beautiful features, pale skin nearly glowing in the moonlight against his too black hair. He takes in a deep breath and closes his eyes, allowing the feel of the music pumping within reach him through his feet.
It's mildly astonishing that the music can't be made out from just outside the building. If it had the depth and power to surge through his feet then it must be extremely loud. Logic speaking, everyone outside should be able to hear the words clearly.
Sasuke takes in a deep breath of the muggy, summer air and closes his eyes against the smell of the city. He's never really liked it here amongst the crowds of people and the stifling cage of skyscrapers that surround him. But his brother had been very clear. The city had jobs, and that meant money that could keep them both alive.
The Uchiha's are a far cry from what anyone can call poor. When their parents had been murdered long ago, everything they had had been left to Itachi and Sasuke. But Itachi hadn't been able to touch it until he was twenty one, and even then he had their parent's idea of saving. Never spend more than is necessary, the echo of his father's dead voice floats in his head, live only on what can make you survive. You never know when you might need it for an emergency.
Sasuke wrenches himself from the morbid imaginary voice warbling in his mind and instead chooses to focus on the back of his friends' head. It had been his idea to come out tonight, even Itachi had agreed that Sasuke needed some time to let loose and have fun. The evidence of Itachi's support sat folded in his jeans' pocket; a hundred dollar bill so fresh out of the bank that the only fold in it was the one he had made himself.
The line moves and he finds himself in front of the bouncer, holding out his card next to Gaara's to allow the burly man to look them over. Seemingly satisfied they are waved in.
As soon as Sasuke steps inside he is nearly overwhelmed with the smell of sweat and booze. It's not exactly an unpleasant smell, but something he would avoid if possible. Seeing as they are in a night club, however, he knows its impossible to avoid and so therefore he embraces it. He rather likes it. On some level it reminds him of the home he used to live in with Itachi and his parents, where the only noise coming in was birds and the calls of predators beyond the perimeter of the tall trees.
He blinks, once more bringing himself back to reality, and continues down the hallway of loiterers that are either too drunk to continue dancing or need a break from the humdrum of writhing, twisting bodies. He steps around one woman sprawled out on the floor and he can't fight the feeling of amused disgust that rises within him. Some people…..
Gaara pushes open the second door as they step through and his current thought trails off into nothing.
Flashing lights make the dark room pulse as if it has its own heartbeat and Sasuke muses that it very well might, the living thing that controls people and throws them into acting on their basic animalistic thoughts and needs.
A living, breathing thing that strokes down his spine and beckons him to move in further, to give himself up to the dark hum that is it's voice. The place is packed, the occupants varying from those who wear shirts with ties to those who wear nearly nothing at all, but all of them mix without any inhibitions. Sasuke is stunned into staring and he startles when he feels a cold bottle press into his hand and he looks down to see that Gaara has already ordered them beers and he blinks. How long has he been staring?
He takes a sip of his beer and drags his eyes back to the floor, now having around to a side where a small round table is sitting to lean across the top and place his elbows against the hard wood surface. He is absently scanning the crowd on the first floor, since the second floor is really just a large walkway that hugs the walls with the center hollowed out so people can do exactly as he is doing, and the music slowly begins to change.
It's upbeat, a woman singing whose voice he can't really stand but a beat that makes his head begin to bob. Sasuke has never been into the music that makes other people rave but being in a club it cant be helped. Gaara has disappeared, leaving him to his own thoughts, and his second beer.
And that's when he sees him.
He's in the middle of the dance floor, his limbs and body ululating to the upbeat tune that blares from the speakers. He's tall, Sasuke can tell that from even here, and everyone around him seems to give him space as they continue to dance and watch him at the same time.
Sasuke is immediately entranced.
He's a wild sort of beauty, skin healthy tan even in the darkness of the club, eyes closed as he throws his head back and forth and tossing corn yellow hair in every direction. A thin sheen of sweat makes his face and neck glisten and Sasuke finds himself short of breath as he leans further over the table as if it will bring him closer to the wild man.
An orange wife beater accentuates a broad chest and a slender waist, polar opposite to Sasuke's more lithe strength. Long legs are swathed in black stained jeans that ride on his hips, shoes can't be seen from Sasuke's vantage point.
But what the man wears is not Sasuke's attention. It's the simple way the man moves. It's as if the club's heartbeat, it's voice, has slithered into his very being and gained control. His every sway screams to Sasuke's more primal needs and the raven finds himself abandoning his beer and his table in favor of pushing through people and making his way down as fast as he is able to the bottom floor.
When he finally reaches his destination however, the quick pulse of music has died away and been replaced by something….. else.
Its seductive and entrancing and although he is obviously not working for the club, all eyes are completely focused on the blonde in the middle of the dance floor… including his. He can't look away, because as the guitar notes ring out around the room his breath is utterly stolen from him at the sight before him.
The blonde, enraptured by the music, is swaying his body back and forth, his shoulders rolling, He bites his lower lip and Sasuke feels himself mirroring the action, his breath hitching as large hands rub over thighs and abdomen, drawing his attention to a toned midsection shown from behind that impossibly snug wife beater.
The blonde's head tilts back to face the ceiling with his eyes closed and a pleased expression on his face. Sasuke has to restrain the urge to move forward, to put his hands on the other male. He has known for some time that he is gay, but he has never had a response so powerful towards another male before.
Like a snake the other man twists his torso and grinds his hips against an imaginary partner, his lips parting in a silent moan. Sasuke's hands curl into fists at his sides as his mouth begins to water. He is enraptured… there can't possibly be a more intoxicating male in the entire city.
He feels his pants becoming tight and suppresses a lustful moan as his dark eyes follow his prey.
And then he is met with an overwhelming sea of blue. It's breathtaking and so he stops breathing. The man has opened his eyes and locked gazes with Sasuke and he can't help but think that the other man's eyes are like the sky, or a Caribbean sea, or maybe even a color blue that can be made it's own name. Surely Sasuke has never seen something so utterly crystal clear and demanding.
Before more can be thought he finds himself wrapped up in strong tanned arms, a hardened body pressing and grinding against his slender one. Hips are pressed together in and intimate manner, and a toned thigh has slipped between his own legs before he can react, pressing against his unwilling and yet rising erection.
He gasps out his surprise, drowning in a tidal wave of blue, before his lips are claimed in a hard and needy kiss. Ravished by lips and tongue and passion he can't help but give in, his own tongue meeting the warmth of another even as he tries to reason that he shouldn't be doing this in front of a whole club full of people.
He gasps a breath full of air as he pulls away trying to remember to breath, and he hears a throaty chuckle that has him gaping at the man who has somehow directed him completely off of the dance floor without him noticing, his back pressed against a wall of the club near the bathrooms.
Sasuke startles, pushing open palms against a wide and strong chest, panicked black orbs darting up to meet swimming blues of the other. Said man back up a step, licking his lips, hungry gaze focused on Sasuke as he speaks.
And oh, what a voice he has. Thick and rich and accented with a tone that Sasuke doesn't understand and yet enjoys. He can't deny the lilt to the other man's voice turns him on even more, his breath coming out in a ragged sigh.
"Did I do something wrong?"
Did he? Sasuke asks himself the same question and he can feel his slender brows drawing into a scowl of confusion. No, the other man hasn't done something wrong. And yet….
His thoughts are cut short with a small chuckle and then lips are molding against him and hands are ghosting over whatever bare skin that can be reached and Sasuke is done, officially allowing his mind to vacate the premises.
…..
He woke up in a hotel room.
It was a nice one, at least what he could tell from sitting up and allowing the feather comforter to pool around his naked hips. The walls were painted a deep chocolate brown, accented with burgundy and black. Classy. Rich looking.
And to hell if he can remember exactly how he has gotten here.
He looks around confused, biting on his lower lip and running a hand through his raven black hair. Then, slipping from the bed, he stands… only to feel a twinge in his lower back and wince. That brought back a rush of memories that has him blushing.
The blonde stranger dancing, then suddenly him being against a wall and literally almost being devoured alive. Him being talked into leaving the club with the blonde male who holds a silver tongue. Him being dragged to the hotel and stripped of his clothing. Them, tangled in a flurry of limbs and smelling of sex and booze and….
And Sasuke jolts out of the bedroom so fast that he nearly falls over himself. He looks around the penthouse frantically but obviously finds nothing. He moves into the kitchen, wide eyes round and disbelieving and completely confused.
When he drags himself back into the bedroom he spots (totally by chance) a slip of paper sitting on the bedside table and he trudges towards it, bending over to examine the messy scrawl that decorates the whiteness. The note is simple, to the point, and only then does Sasuke realize that he had never asked for the man's name.
Because there, on the note, all it said was…
~Only after dark, my little raven.~
He blinks, sinking onto the bed in a slouched over seated position, note crinkling in is hand as he closes his eyes.
What the hell?
…..
Hope you liked it. Plan on it only being a one shot, but you might be able to encourage it into more. Lol. This version of Naruto has been plaguing my mind for a while. Rated M for If it's wanted to be continued.
