Love, Sex, Magic
I was dressed properly for the evening, so I wouldn´t stick out in a crowd full of rich people. They surrounded me, watched me and my cheap suit, showing me they disapproved of me being here. But that didn´t matter. I wasnt here for business or begging for the filthy money they made. Partly I was here to entertain them, even though I knew no one would watch me. I was more like a little light in a big sun -filled room. No one paid me attention, even though I sung pretty well. At least that's what everyone actually listening to me said. And I knew it was true, because they wouldn´t let a horrible band on stage.
Not for all those geezers in their Armani suits and those cocky attitudes. Sometimes, when I wasn´t on stage but in the crowd, some of them approached me, asking for another glass of Champagne. I looked down and again the question popped into my mind. Did I really look like a fucking waiter? Who did they think they were, judging people by their suits? Mine was expensive enough, but as it seemed I had to dress like a freaking royal to blend in.
But the waiter thing wasnt what bothered me the most. What really pissed me of, was the fact that the most of them should have seen me up on stage. How the heck could they miss me? Wasnt my blond hair spiky enough? Were my blue eyes so hard to miss? Or maybe they did indeed know a lot of people with whisker-like scars on their cheeks. Could be any given reason. I grumbled while I dragged myself to the little door which said "Backstage- Entry for staff only". And that would keep the guests away from it, because lets face it, they were far too important to be considered "staff". I noticed all the eyes on me, whenever I brushed someone on purpose. Maybe that would keep them angry enough to remember the guy on stage.
"What a rude human being", I heard a woman say, whose man I had brushed. I only snickered and turned to give her the biggest smile I could master. Piqued she covered her mouth with her hand, to show how truly upset she was. Yeah right, I would be too, if someone had actually dared to smile at me. It was hard to suppress my laughter when I imagined her fainting because of me. At least that would be something I could easily understand. When I started on small stages in bars, I couldn´t blame the girls who almost threw their phone numbers at me. I was well aware that those Japanese girls liked my foreign looks. Unfortunately the room here was full of rich foreigners that stole my show and waved with their money. And again I felt kinda small between them.
But that changed when I opened the door and let myself in. The long aisle floor was painted a dark red and the walls were covered in several graffiti. Even I and my band were tempted to remind them we had been here, once the contract with the hotel ended. In here, I knew the sweet life ended and the reality began. There wasn´t much glamour anymore, but we all liked that. Of course the hotel owner wasnt fount of something like that in his hotel, but we convinced him that this was our way of feeling comfort. He wasnt pleased, but for now he let this be. As long as no costumer saw this place it should be fine. I walked to the last door that was covered in bright orange colors, showing the bandname. "Foxhunter".Inside two young men, all dressed in equally not good enough suits, sat and stared at me.
"Naruto, why the heck are you late? You know we should be up on stage in 2 Minutes." Kiba, the bassist shouted and gave me the impression that he wanted to rip me apart. I just shrugged and smiled. I knew they couldn´t be angry at me for long, as well as I couldn't be at them. We all knew each other for years. Knew our flaws, our problems and our good parts. We accepted that Shikamaru was a lazy ass, except for drumming. It was then, that his eyes glowed in deep happiness and he let out the power he withheld when doing other tasks. He was one heck of a drummer and I was happy to have him. Even if that meant all the hard work with promoting and cleaning after a gig, was stuck on Kiba and me.
Actually we had one more member, but since we couldn´t play our way, a guitarist wasn´t needed. We couldn´t actually bother the fine costumers with our own music. We just played what the owner said we should and that was it. I often thought about singing our own songs to shock them, but the money helped me to rethink that. It was more than we should get, considering no one even listened to us, but we didn't complain. We all made a living from the money we got here, so there was no way we could life without it. Even if that made me feel like a leech, living from nothing but money for something I didn´t enjoy doing. But it always helped to think of the second reason I did this.
A knock on the door pulled me right back into reality and wayx from my thoughts. Nodding in assurance, we left and hurried to the door separating the aisle and the stage.
"I hate to know no one listens!" I murmured.
"Yeah I know. But you know we need the money, so get your ass on stage!" Kiba answered and I could hear the anger he tried to suppress for the sake of the payment we would get.
And I did as I was ordered. When we walked to our instruments, no one paid attention to us. They were totally engulfed in the conversation they held. But that wasn't anything we weren't used to already, after a year of playing here. When the soft playing of the drums started and Kiba joined I began to sing. And even though there wasn´t anyone listening, I gave all I had to make this old song my own. I didn´t know there was indeed someone watching and listening, because if I had, the whole song would have been for him.
I watched him sing in his suit and tie. It fit him well, even if I liked him better in nothing BUT a tie. He didn´t know what I did to him in . No one knew except for me. It was my own little secret and I had to keep it, to remain by my side. I listened to his sweet voice that I knew would be hoarse tomorrow morning, because of what I´d be doing tonight. I liked it when he sung. He always seemed to be in a place only he knew. It was a pity only I knew him so well. Otherwise all those rich people would be all over him. But he belonged to me. Me alone. Even though he didn´t know it himself. Naruto was hard to get, but that didn´t bother me. I had my way with him nevertheless. And I knew he enjoyed what we did.
After five songs we shortly said our goodbye, waited for the never coming applause, and left. You would think it didn´t hurt after months of no appreciation, but it did. We got paid for something no one liked and that made us want to rip off their heads. Opening the dark door, we were faced by the guy leaning against the wall in front of us .The one-man show that all the geezers craved, while ignoring us. I glared at him, but he didn´t show any emotion when he noticed it. The magician was not a tad different from all those people in this room. Thought he was better than us, just because they loved him. And I hated it. I hated it, but hated me more. Hated me for sitting at a table downstairs on every show, while craving for him.
I never showed it, never told anyone that I longed for him. Longed for the gloved fingers to touch me in places no one had before. Sasuke Uchiha was my enemy. My handsome, handsome enemy. And I wanted nothing more but to hold him close and let his magic wash over me, like it did the first time I watched his show. Whenever he walked up on stage, everyone watched his steps, waiting for him to begin. New guests were awestruck, old guests were never disappointed by his shows. And he always impressed me. Sometimes I thought he looked at me with the coal-black eyes, while performing and I grew hard under the table. It was strange how much I longed for the bed after an evening like this, because I knew I would dream of him. Of him being so close I could touch him and feel his body on mine.
"Nice show. Even if no one paid attention." He said and his dark voice made my body shudder. I waited for Kiba to give him a piece of mind, but I noticed they were gone already. Why did they leave me alone, facing the beautiful enemy? They should have pulled me along with them. Otherwise dark but surely erotic thoughts occupied my mind.
"Piss off Idiot!"I growled, my face right in front of his."Soon enough we´ll push you from your pedestal."
"Hn."
I couldn´t decide what I wanted to do more. Either shove him against the wall and punch his face, or push him there to kiss him. It turned out I did neither. What I did was walk away, but was stopped when I felt his hand around my wrist. The leather of his glove felt cool against my burning skin.
"Look at me!" he ordered and I did. His black eyes seemed to burn holes into me. I never knew if they were a dark chocolate brown or the piercing black they seemed to be.
"Sit at the table in the secluded area. You will be expected. Whenever I look at you, you will jerk off. Your body will respond to it and you won´t fight the need to release yourself. Do it slowly! Slowly enough that you´ll plead me with your eyes to go faster. But you won´t. And now go and follow my orders!"
My mind felt blurry when I walked to the table behind the glass. I didn´t question the fact that the waiters treated me as a royal guest. It was fine. Everything was fine. It was normal that I drank the Champagne they offered me, while I took my seat in the secluded room. It was perfectly normal they left me alone in the room above the heads of the audience, were I could watch Sasuke enter the stage. Everything was fine. No need to worry. I slowly pulled down my pants and let myself relax in the seat. Then the lights dimmed and I could hear the audience applaud, right before the spotlight hit him. The speaker on the wall provided me with the sound from his microphone as well as the clapping of the people. I wasn´t jealous. I was one of them, absent-mindedly clapping as well.
I listened to his voice welcoming new guests and talking about what he would be doing tonight. With every step he took, he left a trail of flickering blue flames behind that tinted the walls an equally blue. If I had bothered, I would have seen a few geezers standing up, to find out how he did that, but I simply didn´t. My whole attention was captured by Sasuke. He was dressed in a silken black suit over a white button-down shirt. On his left ear hang a silver raven earring that reflected the flames as well as the black silk cylinder did. I gasped loudly when the flames engulfed him and saw how awfully he moved to stop the flames. But they simply continued to lick on his suit and on the skin that soon was covered in the blue heat. I didn´t ask myself why no one bothered to help him. I simply sat and watched him burn. That was normal, totally normal.
"Enjoying the show?" he asked and I could feel his breath against my ear.
"Sasuke…look at me." I could hear myself beg as he placed soft kisses on my cheek. I couldn´t control my body or mind. But that didn´t frighten me. He had ensured I was calm.
"Soon Naruto. Just watch me fool this pathetic audience." And he was goon before I could plead even more. Meanwhile someone had thrown a bucket of water over the burned body and a little crowd surrounded his body.
"Did you think I would die so easily?" he asked and his voice sounded loud through the speakers. My eyes scanned the room till I saw him reappear, sitting on the edge of the stage. The whole audience was struck by his performance, even though he had just begun. This was his first trick and everyone already loved him. And that was when his black eyes met mine behind the glass. I instantly moved nearer so he could see me. Then my fingers gripped my erection and I started slowly stroking the sensitive skin. While he performed another trick his eyes never left me and I continued. I constantly stood on the edge of sanity, but the pace was too slow. The friction seemed nowhere near enough for me to cum. Moans left my throat dry and I wasn´t able to feel the air in my lungs any longer. My rough fingers slid over the now moist skin, up and down, created awefully minimized friction. Heat shot in waves through my body, crushed against my skin over and over again. The inside walls of my stomach seemed to collide under the pressure, but I continued to stroke my penis.
"Sasuke…Please." I said desperation remarkably obvious in my voice. I knew he couldn´t hear me, but he should know what I wanted. Slowly he shook his head while speaking about some old magic-tricks. His voice echoed in my head and instead of making me calm, he set my body in flames. I felt like the puppet he previously burned. I could almost feel the blue flames leaving their sharp marks on my body. And all the sudden he looked away.
My body instantly relaxed as I settled myself in the soft cushions of the chair. My penis ached from the lack of attention, but that was normal. Everything was alright. Still the air I breathed was loud in the tiny room and my body felt fucking heavy. But I didn´t even think about releaving me and through that, make the pain stop. It would be easy enough, but my brain kept me from reacting. His show blurred in my mind and I simply looked on the face, that he forced to look nice and happy.
Meanwhile two people stood on the stage and let themselves be hypnotized. I always wondered if he really was able to do this, or if he paid someone to act like it. But not today. Today, everything was alright and normal. At this point, he finally looked at me and it started all over again. But this time I was even more sensitive and more semen leaked from my tip and made the sliding of my hand easier. My hand moved stoll slowly, but I was on the brink. The pleasure was intense and made my body burn. Even the calmness of my mind was disturbed by it. When my body finally reached it´s limit I came with his name on my lips. Moaning in pleasure I closed my eyes and watched the stars dance in the dark, while still moving my hand.
"Naughty Naruto, naughty. You liked watching me so much?" The vpice of the magician said, this time from right behind me. Two soft snaps sounded through the room and the calmness vanished like a fog cloud when facing the much stronger sun.
I shrieked when and instantly looked down on my hand. It was drenched in my own cum, according to the now soft penis underneath it. I panicked, mainly because he now knew how I not so secretly craved for him, but also because I couldn´t remember doing this. Even this secluded room didn´t recall any memories. As fast as I could, I pulled up the pants and glared at him, without blushing.
If it wasn´t for the cuming, this would probably be the part I loved the most. Whenever he snapped out of my hypnosis, he couldn´t remember anything. I made sure of it beforehand. I loved his facial expression when he tried to regain any memories of the last 30 minutes. And especially the end, when he realized he couldn´t. Then dis blue eyes would try to mentally kill me, even if they still gave away the pleasure his body had felt. The dizzy blue iris resembled the ocean-water all the more that way.
"Don´t be so cocky. I´m a boy, I enjoy my body, and maybe you should do that too, teme! " I suppressed the laugh, when he insulted me in my tongue-language. It sounded so wrong from the European, even if he spoke quite well for a foreigner. But after all these nights we spend together, I noticed he couldn´t speak much more than tourist Japanese.
"Are you sure you didn´t jerk of while imagining me doing it? You want to hear the recording of you moaning my name?" My hands reached under the table and I suppressed a smirk when he flinched because of me being that near. My nose was buried in his neck that way and I inhaled the sweet scent of aftershave, forest and sweat he emitted. It was almost a pity that I straigtend again, presenting the small recorder I had taped under the table top.
I pressed fast forward and then play and we both were enveloped in hoarse moans that could only be from the blonde himself. Then his needy voice broke to gasp every syllable of my name. "Sa..su..ke". This was the first time I did this and I knew it wouldn´t be the last. His face showed anger, hate but mainly the embarrassment. I wished his scarred cheeks would burn in the flaming red, the way they did right after sex, but he was too stubborn to let his body betray him. At least as long as I didn´t handle his mind.
"What the fuck?" he screamed before he flung his fist at me. Knowing this would happen, after being hit the first two times, I moved aside. His mouth turned into the angry snarl and made the similarity to a fox more obvious. Again he leaped at me, but I kicked his foot away so he stumbled into my arms.
"I really enjoy your attendance dobe. Maybe we should date!"
"The hell I would. Just fuck off. And delete the tape. You don´t want to know what it is like to have me as your enemy." He hissed and struggled until I let go. The pleasure vanished and left the hate instead. But I could see. I could see him wanting me. Himself and not the hypnotized zombie I made him into. It was tempting to think of him as a constantly part of my life. How he would turn it into more than sex. But no, I couldn´t think like that. He had no place in my heart and I would prevent him from getting himself in there. And in the end I could think back and see all the pleasure he brought me, no more no less. He simply was mine and I wasn´t his and it would remain this way.
"Enemy? You´re more like my…let me call it apprentice."
He simply turned and did something I never quiet seemed to understand. He put a half closed fist underneath his chin and pulled it forward before pointing at me. I reminded myself to ask him what it meant in bed next time. For now I let him be without replacing his memory. This day should be burnt into his mind, until he died. Just because I liked the face he made while listening to the recording. Of course I kept it, because this would be a turn-on when I would leave this town. Only this should remain. Before I left the room I thought about all the things we would do tomorrow night, to make up for this one. Maybe I could record this too? Well I had 24 hours to think about it.