CHAPTER THREE

Sweaty fingers convulsed into claws as Naruto gripped the carpet. His body was a single line of taut, lean muscle.

"Relax", Sasuke snapped, brow crinkling as he smoothed both palms over Naruto's body before gripping his hips.

Naruto threw a dirty look over his shoulder. When Sasuke returned it, Naruto faced front again, sighing through his nose then forcing his body to do as it was bid.

"This is going to hurt", Sasuke said an instant before he shoved inside.

Naruto jerked forward like Sasuke had bludgeoned him over the head, grunting through grit teeth as sudden tears burned the corners of his eyes. He scrambled at the carpet in an unconscious effort to escape but the grip on his hips was firm, keeping him in place.

"Aaaaah, fuck", Sasuke hissed. "I said relax." One of his hands descended with a sharp slap on Naruto's ass.

Naruto lurched, shallow breaths making his chest heave as he let loose a pathetic groan. Sasuke had split him open. He felt his own blood join the slickness of their mixed sweat and pre. The blond's body slumped and Sasuke held the back of his neck the rest of the way down while he guided the small of Naruto's back into a more exaggerated arch. A nauseating bolt of pleasure shot through Naruto when Sasuke's tongue on his shoulder became teeth that nipped gently in time with the harsh piston of his hips.

Naruto's breath hitched then he cried out as Sasuke yanked himself from Naruto's hole.

Naruto wiped his expression. His head spun from Sasuke constantly throwing him around but he couldn't show a single weakness or he'd really be in trouble. He tilted his head so he could look behind him.

"Take off your shirt", Sasuke said, meeting the blond's gaze with smoldering eyes.

The cool command made him shiver. Without hesitation, Naruto slipped it off and resumed his position on the floor, knees spread and feeling no shame despite his nakedness.

"Play with yourself."

Naruto's hand drifted up to stroke himself to hardness.

"That's it", Sasuke murmured as he removed the rest of his own clothes and kicked the pile out of the way. "Face forward."

Naruto's eyes slipped shut as he rolled his head and rested his weight on his chin and shoulders while his hands tugged on his dick with practiced ease. He knew Sasuke was toying with him, hoping to inspire another burst of rebellion that he could then turn around and punish. Naruto knew the game because he'd played it too many times to count, and Sasuke wasn't the first.

He expected another searing invasion so when two fingers gently prodded his hole open again, the hair on the back of his neck rose.

Naruto bit his lip with a shuddering, surprised sigh. "O-oh...mm."

Sasuke gave him a third finger, telling himself it wasn't the soft noises Naruto was making that cut him to the quick. "Turn around", he said suddenly, taken aback by the breathiness of his own voice.

Naruto did so on shaky arms, his legs falling open. Sasuke fingered him faster, dark eyes studying every nuance of rapture that flickered on Naruto's face and in his convulsing muscles like he was some sort of puzzle Sasuke could figure out if he watched him long enough.

Naruto tensed at the sharp intake of breath above him.

"Turn around again and sit up", Sasuke growled.

Instead of questioning the constant merry-go-round bullshit, Naruto complied. Sasuke brought a hand to Naruto's lips and muttered, "Open." When Naruto did, he shoved three fingers down his throat.

"Suck", Sasuke commanded tersely.

Naruto busied himself to ease the low burn of shame in his belly, working his tongue around the digits that felt foreign on his tongue. He gagged a little when Sasuke shoved them in more. Sasuke removed his fingers and Naruto was allowed a moment to breath before being breached again. Pale digits began a scissoring movement that was as agonizing as it was divine. Naruto arched his back and jerked in response, throwing back his head. A pallid inferno danced behind his eyelids as Sasuke found his special spot again.

At the same time he steered them around and nudged Naruto's legs open so that they were fully facing their audience with the blond spread bare.

"Like that do you?"

Naruto caught himself before he could nod as Sasuke's condescending chuckle drove its way into his heart. When the blond forced his body to stop quivering, Sasuke pulled Naruto's back roughly against his front and added another finger.

"There…oh... r-right there!" He couldn't stop the cries, couldn't even muffle them because his mouth sagged open with delirious pleasure.

Sasuke's other hand guided Naruto's chin so that their lips were a hair's breadth apart. He jammed his fingers in rougher, willing and teasing the tight entrance to ease just a little while he smothered Naruto's gasps and murmurs with his lips. Sasuke hit that spot over and over again, reveling in the murmurs of the boy pressed against him.

When sloppy digits withdrew and Naruto whimpered in protest Sasuke nibbled on the boy's ear to quiet him while he positioned himself at Naruto's winking bud. Not bothering to wait for a confirmation or protest, Sasuke impaled Naruto again. This time the entrance was a lot smoother.

Naruto's head swam. He was actually starting to feel… good. Real good. God, anything but this.

He couldn't hate himself of Sasuke if it felt this fucking good.

Leaning back against Sasuke, he allowed himself to get lost in the steady piston of their joined bodies. He didn't know how long they fucked like wild animals in front of Sasuke's bodyguards, Hinata, and Naruto's bully, but he didn't care. The focal point of his existence was his own aching ring of muscle stretched taught around Sasuke's hot, throbbing dick. Heat pooled itself in his lower body and spilled over into one glorious moment of white hot ecstasy. At the same time he heard Sasuke groan as he shuddered through his own release.

Naruto doubled over because when Sasuke extracted himself, he didn't bother to catch the younger boy as his knees gave out. "Ouch, you fucker!"

The look he received from the sweat slicked male quelled his sputtering into silence. It was just the wake-up call he needed. Reality was back. The passion they shared had been fleeting and the heat from their bodies cooled in the wake of the callousness that was firmly back in place.

Sasuke jerked his chin at his cronies. Naruto didn't know how long he'd been awake but felt sorry for him once he realized his bully regained consciousness. The boy sobbed when they hauled him up and dragged him away. Hinata was allowed to go, provided she kept her mouth shut and distanced herself from Naruto. She trotted away crying. There would be no argument for her.

Naruto swallowed as he watched her go, wondering why it didn't bother him as much as it should've. His eyes turned hollow while Sasuke went about collecting himself. The ebony haired beauty perfected his appearance with practiced ease, as if this wasn't the first time he had waylaid someone in the library. Naruto flushed anew at the thought. Common sense finally kicked him in his sore ass enough to alert him about a sticky situation of a different kind he would be in if he didn't get his act together as well.

Sasuke gave him a hot once over and smiled at his riled state. Naruto wouldn't meet his eyes. Fed up, Sasuke snatched his chin and forced their gazes to lock. He bent forward and whispered in the tanned ear, "Don't test me, you dumbass. Fucking you put me in a good mood, but we're far from through." Sasuke pulled back with a satisfied smile. He meshed their lips together roughly. Naruto's eyes scrunched shut from the close contact but he didn't fight. Sasuke broke away and strutted back towards their classmates.

Naruto slid down the bookshelf and hugged his knees, forcing himself not to cry. Sasuke's hands were everywhere. Goosebumps pricked at his flesh, mocking him with phantom touches. He rubbed them away. He hated Sasuke for what he had done. He hated himself for just bending over and taking it like some punk bitch…

He hated that he'd liked it. For a while as their bodies moved together, he could imagine it happening under different circumstances. If he'd just stayed by Sasuke's side instead of ratting him out, if he'd just trusted Sasuke, instead of giving into the gnawing jealousy that had made him act so rashly.

The blond slapped both his cheeks. He couldn't break down now… at least not till he got home.

He leaned stiffly against the bookshelf and managed to drag his haggard body to its feet again. Naruto's legs shook and he tsked in revulsion at the warm trickle of cum that dripped down his leg like syrup.

On second thought, a sick day sounded pretty good. There was nothing like a DVD marathon of Gundam and a ramen binge to ease a session of unwanted physical contact. Sighing heavily, he cleaned up what he could and dressed himself before taking a first painful limp toward the exit.

'At least now I know that I'll survive if I ever have to go to prison.'

Naruto had the wherewithal to check in with Iruka before he gathered his things and left campus. The older man was too startled by his physical appearance to argue. He even offered to help Naruto home but the blond refused, snorting at him not to fuss.

Iruka sighed and said he'd be there after school to see how Naruto was holding up.

Naruto responded with a tired smile.

It was a long walk home. He stumbled more than once from exhaustion. His legs were looser than jelly and getting up the rickety stairs to his apartment took a good fifteen minutes. He ducked past the neighbor lady, frustrated that he aroused her suspicions so much that she whacked his shins with her cane for taking too long.

He shuffled through the door, feeling like the survivor of some natural disaster. It was still hard to call it "his own" because Tsunade, another of his father's old contacts, had bought it. She was in politics, and so was a woman of means. It made him nauseous that she threw money at him that he hadn't earned, so whenever possible he did odd jobs around her mansion for her, building furniture, cleaning the embarrassingly large pool, cooking.

Yet the apartment was something he could never repay. Claiming ownership for something someone else got him had never sat well. She gave him no choice in the matter however so he chose a cheap one, on the shabbier side of town.

"You have too much pride boy. Appreciate a gift for what it is."

He set his keys and backpack on the coffee table and sighed again. His eyes wandered around until they spotted a note that lay forgotten on the floor. It must've been jammed in his door. Grimacing, Naruto backtracked and snatched it up.

"Hey kid. It's Tsunade. Shut it, you'll always be a brat to me. Just checking in on my favorite and only butt head. I'll be out of town for about a month on a business, a political convention in Iran (we're making headway with the bastards!), so if you need anything call the house and tell Jiji. And for Christ's sake kid, ease off on the ramen. That shit ain't healthy. I'm telling you kid, become a politician. It's the only job where you can smile, spew bullshit, and still get paid like a king. Nothing else to say. Anyway, I'll see you soon."

Naruto's smile felt more like a grimace as it tightened his face.

Tsunade was a woman with deep pockets and time to kill. She was kind to him like someone was with a pet project. Naruto amused her. Yet even the shallow concern was better than none at all. She was one of the few people who actually gave a damn about his existence. There were Kakashi and Iruka too but they were so immersed in their own lives and with each other that he didn't feel right imposing on them. Iruka claimed fatherhood, but honestly Naruto had enough. He felt a teacher student relationship with him, but that was it. The guy already had too much on his plate without Naruto dumping his shit on his mentor too.

Naruto was pretty much on his own. Just a boy and his ramen.

The only family he had passed away long ago, or so he was told. His own father gave up him and his mom in the effort to find the cure for the Kyuubi virus that exploded to epidemic proportions years ago. It worked, but then...then his father disappeared, presumed dead.

Inside Naruto's body resided the first and last gift he would ever give to humanity, whether he wanted to or not. He was a vessel for immunity and completely alone.

Shaking his head to rid himself of those dark thoughts, Naruto began stripping, berating himself the whole time for being such a baby. It wouldn't do to sulk. Wallowing wouldn't change his circumstances. He had to carry on. And right now there was one issue in serious need of addressing: his current state of hygiene.

It was high time to throw himself at the mercy of hot water and soap! He padded across his living room into the adjoining room and bathroom. The squeak of the shower head sprinkling to life was pure heaven to his ears. Stepping in carefully, he tried not to wince as the steaming water cascaded over his kinked muscles, soothing his tired soul.

His head titled back of its own accord as the water washed away his own blood and Sasuke's rancid seed.

"Who cares about that?"

"I care, you moron. There's something up, I just don't know what."

The young duo huddled outside the back door of the expansive Uchiha estate. Invisible cicadas wilted around them, weaving their keening songs in the balmy air. The night was beautiful but Sasuke was far from pleased.

The boy at his side pricked him with questions and pleas for caution but he shrugged them off and pressed forward with their investigation. For about a month, something had been askew between his parents and his older brother. They were all so tense around each other and Sasuke was getting sick of it. His fifth grade mind wanted to keep his family from imploding, but to do that he needed all the facts. All the cold, hard, undeniable facts. He shushed Naruto as his parents' voices came within hearing range.

"Fugaku, please. Be reasonable. He's your son too! There's still time to fix this!"

"No Mikoto. That boy is no son of mine. No son of mine would… gah!"

The hidden duo hugged each other and flinched as something in the house crashed.

"No! Dammit Mikoto, don't touch that. Just have the help take care of it later."

"Fugaku", she said softly, "You can't help who you love. You more than anyone should know that..."

Grim, heavy silence, then,"It's not right."

Mikoto made a rude noise at her stalwart husband. "It makes about as much sense as that Christianity crap you believe in." She trailed off in a way that made Sasuke cringe and his father groan.

"Mikoto, don't", he sang irritably, a warning note in his voice.

"Christianity", she started again. "The belief that a cosmic Jewish Zombie who was also his own father can make you live forever if you symbolically eat his flesh and telepathically tell him that you accept him as your master. All this, so that he can remove an evil force from your soul that is present in humanity because a rib-woman was convinced by a talking snake to eat from a magical tree. Yeah. Uh-huh."

Fugaku threw her a dirty look but she pushed on.

"People have enough confidence issues without Religion telling them that they're filthy, broken, and inadequate on their own, just as they are. And this is your son! Not some stranger on the street. I don't know why you have such a problem with this. What about your chemist friend, what was his name?"

"Leave Orochimaru out of this", Fugaku snarled.

Mikoto held up her hands in a sign of mock-surrender. "All I'm saying is that you don't have a problem with him, yet—"

"Enough", Fugaku roared.

Mikoto lapsed into an injured silence.

Fugaku sighed and massaged his forehead. "Look, I'm sorry for raising my voice dear. I love you, but—"

"Don't you but me you stubborn man", Mikoto shot back, her voice thick with unshed tears. "You are renouncing our son when you accept your own friend!"

"I am not responsible for his mistakes!!"

Mikoto paled and made a cut off motion as her husband prepared to launch into his old tirade. He opened his mouth and then shut it again frowning. "…He's right behind me, isn't he?"

"Yes, 'he' is father."

Fugaku turned and locked onto the bloodshot eyes of his eldest son. Itachi's smile was crooked and taunting, he leaned all his weight on one cocky hip. A hand was slipped casually into his pocket and the other twined slowly, deliberately with that of his childhood best friend. Shisui studied the spotless carpet as if he as counting the fibers.

When Sasuke's father saw this, he flushed with anger and made to take a step forward but thought better of it as Itachi's expression sharpened. Mikoto exchanged an apologetic look with Shisui.

"What are you doing boy", Fugaku growled.

Itachi didn't answer as he tugged Shisui's hand and walked calmly towards the door. Fugaku panicked when he saw the backpack slung over Itachi's shoulder. He rushed forward and grabbed his son's elbow, forcing him around.

Itachi's stare was cold as he regarded his father. "Let go."

Fugaku squared his shoulders. " can't leave." He didn't ask where Itachi was going. He knew.

"The hell I can't. Now I'll repeat it nicely one more time. Let. Go."

He shrugged out of Fugaku's grip and kept walking toward the door.

"Why…"

Itachi paused and turned around, his entire body coiled like he wanted to rush at Fugaku and beat him bloody. "Why? You have the audacity to question why? Look here." He motioned at Shisui. "What do you see? Who do you see?"

"Hello dear", Mikoto said to Shisui.

He inclined his head. "Hi Mrs. Uchiha." He gestured between himself and Itachi. "Sorry about all this ma'am. He insisted though..."

She waved his apology away. "Oh it's quite alright. You know these boys, like father like son."

He nodded with a chuckle.

Over their heads the prodigal argument was reaching boiling point.

A muscle worked in Fugaku's jaw as he spit out, "I see nothing!"

"Wrong answer pops." The errant youth raised his voice an octave. "Would the correct answer be: What is…Shisui, Itachi's lover?"

The teenager in question perked up at his name and made a bingo noise. Itachi smiled and Mitoko choked as she swallowed a chuckle. Fugaku glared at them both and raised himself to stand straighter.

"I will never acknowledge that filth!"

"Then I'm gone dad." He gave Fugaku a long look, but his eyes were clear, his decision made. "I'm sorry."

He turned and walked out.

"Don't you dare step foot onto my property again. You hear me", Fugaku hollered after them. He lingered in the doorway, clutching the jam with white knuckles. "I'm cutting you off!"

Itachi raised an arm in acknowledgement and pulled Shisui closer as their figures faded into the night. Mikoto approached her husband and placed a cautious hand on his shoulder.

"Are you happy now, you foolish man?"

Sasuke tore himself out of Naruto's arms and fled from the sound of his parents' angry voices. The air was no longer balmy as it whipped at his face and stung the tears he didn't try to stop. Where was Itachi? Maybe if he could just talk to him… They couldn't fall apart, not like this.

The blond was left leaning against the wall with his knees tucked against his chest and his hands over his ears. Was loving so bad? What was the difference between loving a boy and loving a girl? Why was it wrong?

He knew Sasuke was losing something precious, and he ached for his friend. It was something that Naruto never had, but at the moment he counted it as a blessing. Everyone was so angry over something that was supposed to bring joy... Naruto vowed to himself not to ever voice his love for someone, not if it would cause this much of a backlash. He'd hold his feelings in, enjoy them in secret so no one would get hurt. Naruto stayed there for a long time with his hands so firmly over his ears they began to bleed in the places where his nails dug in. It hadn't stopped the screams of hatred from chasing around his head though. It had merely dulled them.

A maid came at dawn and shooed him home. Sasuke never came home.

He trudged home with a chubby fist gripping the necklace Sasuke had given him like it was the only anchor keeping him from drifting beyond the borders of existence.

Naruto leaned against the wall of the shower, so immersed in the flow of the hot water and his memories that he paid no mind when he heard his front door open. He wasn't even alarmed when footsteps faintly sounded at his bathroom door. He stared blankly when his shower curtain was ripped open.

There stood Sasuke, wounded and bleeding.

Ha! Haaaaaa! So...wow. This editing is taking way longer than I anticipated. I'm starting to hate the look and sound of my own words xD