PAPAMAMA ~nozomareNU Baby~ ch1
"…Mmmm…I'm gonna pound you into the mattress…I'll take you so hard you can't walk for three days..." slurred the chuunin, his chocolate-brown tresses slipping onto his eyes as he leaned onto the young boy supporting him.
"...yeah...whatever, Iruka-san..." the boy muttered, just trying to get the other one to bed so that he could go to sleep himself.
"..Naruto...you're so sexy...whenever I look at you I just want to rip off your clothes and fuck you senseless, whether you'd like it or not..."
"okay okay, just take off your sandals...that's it...now let's get you to your bedroom..." he suggested, tiredness straining his voice.
It was like this every night nowadays. Iruka would come home so drunk he couldn't even stand, and Naruto had to help him to bed and listen to him talk about wanting to do unmentionable things to the young boy. Some nights it was only fucking, some nights it was raping him. Torture was included in some monologues, and so was bondage, toys, whipping and many others; there was no limit. Naruto felt like he shouldn't complain because the chuunin had been so kind letting him live there...but some nights were just too much. Sometimes he couldn't get the words out of his head; those words whispered in the mist of night, as tanned, strong arms drunkenly tried to grope him and pull off his clothes. The words wouldn't go away, and instead they swirled in his thoughts, not giving him a moment's peace.
But sometimes he somehow managed to not think about it after getting Iruka to bed.... however there were many night when he'd cry himself to sleep while listening the almost-passed-out Iruka speak to him through the thin walls; trying to lure him back into his bedroom.
"..Naruto...I know you can hear me...I want you. I want you bad....come here and I'll show you a good time...Just come over, I promise it won't hurt..." his speech was slurring and his eyes were half-lidded; soon he'd pass out and Naruto would have to go over there and turn him to his side so that he wouldn't choke.
In the morning everything was just as usual as in every house in Konoha. Iruka would wake up and drag himself into the kitchen, where Naruto made him breakfast. Of course he had a horrid hangover, but he tried to be a good example to Naruto and act like everything was fine. He didn't remember saying any of those things to the blonde, and thought he'd gotten back to bed on his own. And Naruto never said a word about it. He was scared Iruka would send him away because he was so ungrateful, complaining about such meaningless things...
And so their lives continued, day by day as Naruto obediently waited on the couch 'till 2am, and Iruka stumbled in, grinning lustily, panting into the boy's ear as he supported him, the chuunin's hands often wandering over to private areas. Naruto would patiently pull them off him and in a stern voice tell him to stop, but it never helped. Iruka's alcohol-fumed brain wouldn't take no for answer; no matter what the crystal-blue-eyed boy did or said.
Until that one night. The night things went too far.