Summary: The loneliness that has chased Naruto for years seems to catch up to him as the reintroduction of a certain dark haired Uchiha sends Naruto's seemingly simple existence out of control. NaruSasuNaru, eventual GaaNeji and just a smidgen of GaaNaru yaoi. AU.
A/N: So, this is my first story, and yes it's a multi-fic! Brave, some?? I'm actually quite nervous about the whole situation! I've been a member for well over a year and now I'm seeing it from the other side of the computer. . . . . and I'll be honest and say I am terrified. Be gentle with me!!
Disclaimer: Naruto, unfortunately, belongs to Masashi Kishimoto, but you could tell it wasn't mine couldn't you!!
Warnings: Heh some pretty coarse language throughout. Smut from the beginning. Yaoi!- Don't like? Then don't read, or, if you want, read and gag! Whatever! I've warned you. That means you too DARA!!
Chapter 1.
Blood weeped lazily from the wound as I gazed in disgust at the newly inflicted scar on my shoulder. The wall length mirror never showed me a good view, my tan skin scorched pink in places by the numerous scratches and cuts that arrayed my naked torso. I sighed.
The social services called to my flat again today, apparently concerned for my well being. I found believing them quite difficult as, the lady, caked thickly in purple eye-shadow and false eyelashes, sat at my little kitchen table looking mutinously bored, as she informed me of their worries. I managed to bump her off though, insisting that I was simply a clumsy boy and, quite frankly, not "Mr. Popular" in school.
"Whatever sugar," she muttered half heartedly, as I showed her the door, "it's your funeral." I couldn't help but chuckle at that statement, yet there was nothing funny about it. And with that, she was gone.
I carefully attempted to stem the flow with some bandages and some form of antiseptic wipe, just in case. I had no time to be out of work because of a swollen arm or septicemia.
What I did came under many different names. Many would call me a slut. Others, a hooker. Bike, tramp, hussy even. But I liked the term escort.
I checked the calendar and groaned loudly when I saw the date. Friday the 2nd- the first Friday of the month which meant without a doubt, that I'd be working tonight. Tonight was Gai's night. The beautiful green beast in all his glory and my most 'exuberant' client. Spandex, a terribly awkward yoga position and a whole lot of exercise was exactly what was in store for me tonight.
I pressed my palms fiercely into my eyes as I padded gently out of my bedroom , the carpet feeling soft between my toes. As I glanced around my cosy living room I spotted a pair of black and red boxers lying forgotten on the arm of the couch . Gaara's boxers. A smile spread across my lips as I mused at what he was wearing underneath those skintight leather trousers of his.
Gaara; one of the many reasons for my marred skin and my most recent wound. Gaara liked it rough and had a fetish for bondage but damn did he tip well! My eyes widened and my eyebrows shot up, getting lost in my blonde unruly locks. Double? No, triple what I charged him was lying in a dish beside the door in the little hallway. I continued into the kitchen, grinning at the thought of how many times I could get hammered with that tip. It was going to be a great weekend.
Maybe I could treat Shikamaru and Kiba to some beer. It had felt like years since I had seen them last . Summer break always did that though, ripped the group apart: pulling Shikamaru to a summer home in the mountains and dragging Kiba, tooth and nail, to his father's house in the next town. Yet summer break was coming to a close and I was dying to see them again and listen to the wonderfully ordinary tales of a summer spent by the lake and the sly gossip of Suburbia, which we all knew Kiba adored!
The kettle clicked off ,in affirmation of completion, and I grabbed it pouring half into an instant ramen cup and the other half into a pot of soon to be brewed coffee. It was going to be a long night. Leaning my head gently against the cupboard behind me I closed my eyes and thought about the days events.
Sixteen. I was sixteen. How many people can say they've done what I've done. I have pleasured countless and because of that, I was completely independent. I simply had yet to figure out whether it was worth it. My little apartment, most of my tuition fees; all paid at the expense of my self-respect. At least I was happy. I was. . .
I've incredible friends yet at the same time I felt so. . . empty? I wanted with a hearty passion to feel the closeness with someone . Something more than physical. I blew furiously on my ramen before shovelling it into my mouth, slurping and sucking in the flavorsome goodness.
My eyes catch the pair of boxers again and I can't help but grin as I remembered my first encounter with Gaara.
"I want sex."the red haired boy stated monotonously, as if discussing the weather. I chuckled as my hands caressed his clothed chest.
"You came myself to the right place." I breathed huskily. Staring me directly in the eye, he stated with his usual bluntness, "I want to ride you." If it had been anybody else there could have been remotely sexy about such a bold statement, yet with the red head it sounded slightly criminal. . . . animalistic? I fiercely repressed a bout of giggles.
Without warning he kissed me with total dominance and it suddenly dawn on me what Gaara enjoyed. He was one of those guys who needed to be begged; the vocal kind. Sadistic bastard! He was a good kisser though.
Then there was the sex. And despite my hard cock slamming into his tight ass, I knew I was never n control. There was something very alluring being blindfolded and cuffed to the headboard, at the mercy of Gaara. Then came the pain. And I felt the the what he felt as he pierced my skin with his teeth, nails, small blade as his eyes rolled in the back of his head, remaining quiet as I screamed.
It could have been a moving experience, two bodies, sliding and moving as one, sharing pain and passion. Escapism. Yet there was no emotion behind it. No love or affection, not even hate. It was sex and it was great. Simple. Wonderful and brutal at the same time. Just like my life, and my past.
I pulled myself from my nostalgic state when my phone, lying discarded on the couch emitted a muffled beep. I slid myself from the counter and carelessly tossed the empty ramen cup into the bin. I stretched my arms high above my head, my shoulders making a satisfying "pop."
I grinned broadly when I read the text message. It appeared that Gai was a little preoccupied with his new found lover, Rock Lee. I recognised the name instantly as images of fuzzy eyebrows, alarmingly white teeth and even more green spandex sprung to mind; Gai's younger, slightly scrawnier double and a senior in my school. I shuddered violently at the thought of Gai and Lee, alone in a room, senselessly fucking. No doubt the most enthusiastic and youthful sex either had ever had.
And then my brain switched off, resorting to send a dull throb to my shoulder in an attempt to rid my mind of such disturbing thoughts.
School reopened on Monday and I revelled in the thought of an entire weekend of freedom, just Shikamaru, Kiba and I. My fingers flew over the buttons of my phone with the dexterity that only a teenager could possess as I text Kiba and Shikamaru."You coming out tonight? Drinks on me!!"
Pocketing the phone, I grabbed the cup of coffee, steaming on the counter and took a large swig, the hot liquid scalding my throat. I didn't have to wait long for a response as my phone beeped twice, almost simutaneously, sending shivers through my leg with the vibrations.
"Cool, but I'll hold you to your word Uzumaki.. . . Drinks on you and you KNOW how much I can drink!!" I chuckled softly as I replied; " Cheap beer it is, Dog Boy! Jiraiya's, 9p.m!!
When it came to alcohol Kiba, with his broad build, was amazing at holding his drink and incredibly reliable at keeping his friend safe after a night of chugging anything we could get our hands on, remembering the countless times he saved my ass.
The second message was from Shikamaru; "Yeah i guess, where and when??" Even in text messages Shikamaru managed to come across lazy. As I told him the information I could almost hear him sigh. Jiraiya's: the bar where almost anything goes and underage drinking is overlooked, much to the delight of the students of my local school; "Konoha Co-ed."
Shikamaru for some unfathomable reason, dislikes the joint greatly. Not because of the rowdiness or even drugs but because of the people. People like me. Selling themselves to the highest bidder- or anyone who'd have them. "Desperation" he'd often mutter as he turns down the futile attempts of those on duty at the time. I know he despises what I do. He doesn't deny it either. Yet, he is far more accepting than others.
School is hell for me for a number of reasons; my name as a "bike" and my total mediocrity. There is nothing I excel at; academic or otherwise. Except writing. not that anyone is aware of this. Escapism. The feeling of being at one with everything and nothing. The feeling that I get during sex and when I lift my pen or medium of choice.
I pulled on a tight black shirt that clings to my abs and my slighly girlish curves, curves that I have grown quite fond of. Slipping into a pair of low slung jeans I checked myself out in the mirror. I looked good. Seductive. Donning a pair of shoes and a black jacket, with "Kitsune" sewn into the left sleeve, I pocket some of my well earned money and slide out into a far more "eventful" evening that I had anticipated.
A/N: So that's the first chapter. I KNOW it's dull but it has to be done! Next chapter, which I've already written, will be more interesting. And I get to introduce Jiraiya!! YEAY!! So please criticize, comment and review! I need as much help as I can!!
Much Love,
xshadows-r-nothingx