Title: S3XuAL STIgM

I've been meaning to write this story forever, like…since I was 14 and Naruto (not Shippuden) was the cat's pajamas. I've finally gotten to it, and I've had this chapter laying around for as long as I've had a laptop. I just had to literally edit it top to bottom because it sucked beyond words, but I'm kind of happy with it now. And I'm so excited to write my baby story. :)

Pairing: Sasuke and Naruto.

Warning: Alternate Universe. Slash. Rated M. Yaoi. Lemon's, sex, swearing, maybe violence, I don't even know. It's a dirty story with dirty things inside and a pretty intense story line, so if you're not into really dirty boy sex and a kick-ass story line (not sure how dirty it'll get, knowing me, it might get…filthy) then go away, have a nice day.

Note: I put a lot of thought into this story, so reviews would really be appreciated. They mean a lot to me, motivate me, guide me, and let me know people are reading what I put out there and they care. So, yeah, they would be really nice, thanks so much.


"Here?"

"That's perfect, yes. Just push it in; I'm used to the pain." Sasuke groaned, leaning back in the chair.

"All right. I know you do this unhealthily often anyways..."

"And all over too." Sasuke smirked, cupping his groin.

He hissed in pain as the shaft was pushed through one hole, then out the other, then screwed in securely.

"All done." Shikamaru said dryly, handing Sasuke a mirror.

"Great..." Sasuke stared at his ear in the mirror, looking at the contrast between the three lobe piercings and his brand new industrial piercing in his left ear, compared to the two lobe piercings and one rook piercing in the other ear.

"It's perfect." he nodded, standing, pushing his hands into his pocket. "That's why I always come to you, man. Now I've got my 10th hole to celebrate."

Shikamaru leaned over the leather chair, examining Sasuke up and down. He knew of the 7 in Sasuke's ears; he had done those himself. "10?" he asked, his curiosity tipped.

Smirking, Sasuke lifted his shirt revealing a lean, taut body and perfectly pierced nipples.

"With a body like that, it's a wonder you're single." Shikamaru said finally, after staring openly. He was as chill and laid back as people got, but he still had hormones, and they Sasuke tended to get them a little raging.

Sasuke tugged his skin tight shirt back down. "I've been fed that line before." he said coolly. "I'm just not that into…"

"Dating?" Shikamaru asked.

"Humans." Sasuke grinned.

Shikamaru smiled, his eyes still sort of stuck to Sasuke's chest. He couldn't help it, Sasuke was one of the hottest clients he'd ever had, with long, tousled dark hair, daring, deep eyes and a slamming body. "Hey," he said, looking up. "That's only nine piercings you showed me."

"I might show you the tenth." Sasuke smirked. "You'd have to work for it though."

Shikamaru felt his face heat a little, a feat, for him. Sasuke slowly got up from the chair, and Shikamaru stepped back. Sasuke was now standing over him, taller by a couple inches.

The room was silent. It was late at night; Sasuke only ever came in to the piercing parlor after hours, and he only let Shikamaru do his piercings, apart from the nips, which were a story all on their own. Shikamaru lifted his hands, hooking two fingers into Sasuke's jeans and looking up at him for permission. Sasuke didn't hesitate, nodding. He had time to spare.

Not soon after he had left the city hub did Sasuke see Sakura, standing conveniently by the little bakery he had to pass daily to get home. He spotted her, but kept walking. He'd had a half-decent day and didn't want it to be ruined.

"Sasuke-kun!" She wailed, rushing up to him and trying to grab for his arm. "There you are!" She got close, rubbing her breasts up against his arm, and staring up at him with a look that most likely was supposed to be alluring.

"Remember what you said on Wednesday? You'd tell me when you needed, uhm, assistance?"

"Sorry." Sasuke said flatly. He wasn't even a little sorry.

"Why?" Sakura asked hesitantly, cocking her stupid pink head. She had a sneaking suspicion she knew why.

"I fucked someone else."

"What!?" She squeaked. "You promised."

"So?" he snapped, pulling his shoulder-length hair up into a ponytail, and dragging his arm a little away. "My promises mean nothing. Now shut up."

He walked on, and she didn't follow, knowing not to. He barely could spend 5 minutes at a time with her, making sex difficult, but it was all they ever did anyways. Otherwise, he couldn't spend any time with her at all. Even Shikamaru, pretty much the only person he could bare, could only be bore for an hour or two a day.

The idea of spending time with people made him shiver. He liked staying at home, by himself, where everything made sense and it was quiet. He made a living writing freelance, and occasionally illustrating some children's books. No one had expected something like that from him, which is probably why he liked his job so much.

Some had expected him to go into modelling, which he had done a couple years after finishing school. Those years had messed him up even more than his childhood, which was saying something, considering his childhood entailed that little time period in which his older brother went insane and murdered his parents and most of his family.

Sasuke stopped to light a cigarette. He hated being alone with his own thoughts, but he really hated being with other people.

Most people had expected him to leech off his parent's immense wealth, possibly investing, but not really doing much. No one thought he'd completely ignore the money that belonged entirely to him. But he had, and didn't regret it. It was a lot easier to be an empty shell of himself when he had no cash to spend.

In a few blocks, he turned off unto his quiet street, with his quiet flat. 'Finally.' he thought, taking a long draw of smoke. Going out drained him incredibly and forced to mind thoughts he didn't like thinking. His home was his sanctuary; somehow, he could go days without thinking there.

As he neared his flat, he spotted a large area of blinding bright blue light shining on the porch. He hesitated, before stepping closer, nearing the steps. There was a boy there, sitting in an odd position with his legs spread, hands hanging limply at his side. His back was slouched over and his eyes closed. But the bright light, glowing, was coming from him, or rather, it surrounded him.

Sasuke stared at him. The boy looked 15 or 16 by his estimation, a child compared to his worldly 22, but certainly not young enough to be an abandoned infant. He had strange lines resembling whiskers running across his tan cheeks, and looked nothing like a Japanese person, with tousled, blond hair, slightly choppy at the top, but cascading down his back, even longer than Sasuke's. He looked like something out of those Californian catalogues.

"Hey." he said, touching the boy's shoulder, against his better judgement. The kid was wearing some sort of hospital gown that was slipping off, and he was freezing cold. "Hey." he said louder, shaking him. He had seen stranger things on his porch, although he didn't really get what was up with the blue light. Still, it 2021, the age of 'electronic leaps'—according to the television-none of which he was interested in. There were many things he didn't know about. He didn't really care.

The boy's eyes opened and Sasuke pulled back. They were blue, like the glowing light which, curiously, was rapidly dimming. They were absolutely beautiful eyes, incredible, deeper than anything he had ever seen, unreal, incredible. Sasuke stared as he never had before, at anything, fucking, ever. His heart beat fast in his chest; he couldn't look away. He had spent hours trying to draw eyes like these; they were more perfect than any single thing he had ever seen. And they captivated him.

The boy's eyes lifted to meet his and his heart quickened. He was at most 16, Sasuke hoped he was 16-he quickly tried remembering the age of consent. He felt confused, thinking of something so primate so suddenly, but he wouldn't deny it. All of a sudden he wanted something he never wanted more than once or twice a month. And he wanted it a lot, repeatedly, with this boy.

"Hello." he said eventually, finding his voice. The teen blinked, a smile on his lips. He lifted his hand to his slender neck, and Sasuke noticed there was a necklace, or a ribbon or something, tied around it. The boy undid the ribbon and pulled it off. An envelope was attached; it had been stuck down the back of his dress thing.

He lifted his hand with the letter to Sasuke. Sasuke gazed at him for a while before grabbing the letter. The boy could be a Trap, in both senses of the word. "You can come inside." he mumbled, opening the letter as he unlocked the door. "It's cold out here."

"Yes, master." The boy said, rising slowly to his feet.

'Congratulations on winning FUNcorp's first annual giveaway bonanza. Please enjoy your prize free of charge for 30 days after initializing, after which you can keep your prize for a small fee. This prize is one-of-a-kind and the highest level of technology from FUNcorp, land of humanoid robotrons. Please enjoy!'

Sakami Renzi, C.E.O, FUNCorp.'

That stupid raffle Sakura had filled out for him on one of those events she had considered a date. He hadn't even known the prize was a humanoid, much less imagined he'd win.

Sasuke looked up to the boy as he hesitantly stood by the doorway of the house. He saw people that had purchased humanoids from that company all the time, for all sorts of things, cleaning, babysitting, but above all they were used as sex toys. He'd always thought them stupid, especially after seeing dozens of stories of persons falling in love with what was basically a robot. Besides, he didn't need a humanoid, for housework or... anything else.

Still, the boy awkwardly standing in the doorway didn't look anything in the slightest like a humanoid. He had seen some pretty realistic one's but this was beyond...beyond. Reaching out, he took the boy's hand. It was soft and warm and hand-like. Human-hand like. "Your name?" he asked stiffly, not letting go.

"Naruto. Uzumaki Naruto." the boy said, smiling softly. Sasuke turned his hand over staring. Everything looked and felt human. He squeezed the soft flesh of the boy's hand, and it responded accordingly, indenting a little where it was pressed against, before regaining it's shape. Everything was there, blood vessels pumping under the skin, veins, everything.

"Where are you from, Uzumaki?" Sasuke asked gruffly.

Naruto paused momentarily, before replying. "My creator is Sakami Renzi." he said. "I was born and raised at F. , home of fun!"

"Born? Who was your mother?"

"I don't know."

"Are you human?"

Naruto paused again, staring at Sasuke. "I was trained to satisfy any wish of my master. You are the grand prize winner, congratulations! Please enjoy your prize free of charge for 30 days after initializing, after which you can keep your prize for a small fee."

Sasuke let his hand go. "So basically, papa's gone into prostitution?" His mind was filled with questions. It was clear this boy was human, what did he mean by 'trained'? Was Renzi his 'creator', or his father?

Naruto smiled blankly.

"Whatever. You can go home." Sasuke said. He hated having to think thoughts. "I really don't feel like having a repo man come take all my shit because I can't pay for your stupid robot service. I'm fine on my own"

Naruto stared at him. "No, please!" he said, reaching out to grasp Sasuke's sleeve, getting a shiver out of Sasuke, who quickly pulled away. "Father will be severely disappointed if I don't fully satisfy Uchiha clan's only heir!"

"So that's it, isn't it?" Sasuke's brow knitted. "Mr. Funcorp's trying to discreetly pass out a new line of...sex slaves for a ridiculous fee to what he assumes are rich family lines."

Naruto blinked, his pale blond brows drawn together in distress. "He probably assumes I'm a snob pervert like every wealthy freak that ever existed. It would be damn hilarious for him to find out I got nothing. I wouldn't be able to afford you even if I wanted to."

"Please at least use me for the 30 day period your prize has allowed you." Naruto said desperately, clutching his hands together. "Please."

Sasuke eyed him carefully. His curiosity was spiked, and he did want to stick it to Funcorp by keeping his scam prize then returning it without paying. They did it all the time, sending out expensive sex objects to wealthy housewives for a trial period, which resulted in the lonely wives becoming totally addicted to their robotron toys. What confused Sasuke was that it appeared Funcorp had gone one step further. This boy was no robot, but he was trained just like one. Were they now pandering out brainwashed humans as house pets?

It annoyed him to think anyone had thought of him gullible enough to be sucked in by a big pair of blue eyes; the more he thought about it, the more it pissed him off.

"Fine." he said. "You can sleep anywhere, as long as it's far from me and on the floor."

"Would you like me to wake you in the morning?" Naruto asked, his eyes filled with relief.

"No, and never, ever do." Sasuke quipped. Naruto nodded.

"I'm very eager to be of assistance to you!" he said. "It's what I have been training for all my life, I'm glad to finally be fulfilling my dreams. Is there anything… else you might like?" he looked at Sasuke in a way that made Sasuke feel he wasn't talking about tea.

"No..." he said, after slight hesitation. "Just...no." he didn't know why his whole body heated as he looked at Naruto, but he didn't like it. He didn't like anything, and that's the way he liked it. Naruto smiled. "Goodnight then, master." he said, sitting on the living room carpet. Closing his eyes, his chin rested against his chest and he nodded forward, nearly falling over. Sitting up quickly, he shut his eyes again, this time falling to the side.

Sasuke sighed. "You can lie down on the couch." he grumbled, annoyed that he found the idiotic antics of the teenager adorable. He walked begrudgingly down the hall, and pulled a blanket from the closet, walking back with it. "Here." he said, throwing it to Naruto, who accepted it gratefully. "Erm…k, bye."

Before Naruto could say anything, he walked back down the hall, shutting himself up alone in the room, the way he liked. In the darkness, he could feel his heart beat fast as he thought about those amazing eyes that were like 99% the reason he'd let that boy into his house. Oh right, and he wanted to stick it to the man, which, he guessed, was the 1 remaining percent.

Blood rushed to his ears as he thought about that look Naruto had given him when he asked if Sasuke wanted 'anything else'. It nearly made him blush.

… What the hell was wrong with him?


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