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"The road to hell is paved with good intentions."

-John Milton, Paradise Lost

Chapter 7: Forced Love

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Haruno Estate - 6 years ago...

Naruto bit his lip to keep from laughing as he took a seat on top of the toilet.

Sakura laid her tools out on the linoleum counter, by the sink. A needle, a dish with black ink, two white patches, tape, and a towel. She looked back at Naruto, only to find him snickering lightly to himself, "What the hell is so funny?" she bit, although she could guess what he was laughing at.

Naruto clapped a hand over his mouth to try and stop himself. But the chuckles broke through his fingers, eyes crinkling up in laughter.

Sakura blushed and placed her hands on her hips. "Naruto!"

The hand fell away, releasing peals of laughter. "I-I'm sorry S-Sakura-chan!" he got out between them.

The girl growled and glared down at him. "Stop laughing! It is NOT that funny!"

Naruto once again placed a hand over his mouth and calmed himself before removing it, revealing a small smile, "I'm sorry Sakura-chan." he repeated, "But c'mon, you've got a frikin bag over your head, it is that funny!"

Sakura snorted. Her hand came up to touch the plastic wrapped around her hair, then moved to the counter and grabbed the towel, "It's not like I wanted to put it on, the instructions said I had to!"

Naruto nodded, "I'm sorry." He flinched when Sakura threw the towel over his front and tied it behind his neck. The feel of her fingers brushing the sensitive area sent chills racing down his spine, "What's this for?" he asked.

Sakura smiled, "The blood."

Naruto's head whipped around, "Blood?!"

The girl laughed and pushed his head back into place, "Yeah, Ino said it bleeds like rivers."

Naruto shook his head rapidly, "I change my mind! I don't wanna do it! I didn't know I'd bleed to death!"

Sakura smacked him playfully across his head and went back to the counter, "It's too late to change your mind now. If I have to dye my hair pink for you, then you have to let me tattoo you. You shouldn't be so worried, I've had plenty of practice already!"

"With who?!"

"Ino. She let me do a heart on her ankle. It came out great." Sakura stated proudly.

"That's it?!" Naruto cried, "We're talking about my face here not my flippin ankle!"

Sakura shrugged, dipping the tip of the needle into the ink and saturating it, "Skin is skin Naruto, it's the same thing."

"C'mon Sakura-chan!" he begged, "I didn't really think you'd dye your hair!"

The girl grinned and turned to him, "Well now you know, I'm not one to back down from a dare." She placed the tip at his cheek, nearly making him yelp, "And you don't go back on your word, right? Naruto-nii-chan?" she taunted sweetly.

Naruto took his bottom lip between his teeth and cast his gaze to the floor, defeated, "Right." he groaned.

Sakura patted his cheek with her free hand, "Relax, I'm gonna give you whisker marks. Like those foxes you like so much."

Naruto raised his eyes to her, "How will this even stay on? Won't it wash off? Then I'll have gone through all the bleeding for nothing!"

Sakura shook her head, "No, it's easy. I just cut into your skin with the needle until the ink sets in," the boy cringed, "and when it heals up, the scar becomes tainted with color. You just can't pick at it." She straightened his head and pressed the needle against his cheek again, "Now listen, you can't cry-"

"Cry?" Naruto looked at her with fear. Just how fucking badly was this going to hurt? He wasn't one for crying.

She nodded, "Yeah, it'll wash away the ink. You have to hold it back, okay?"

Naruto hesitated before slightly tipping his head.

With one more "relax" Sakura took a deep breath and pushed the tip into Naruto's skin, piercing it.

The blonde hissed, shutting his eyes and biting his tongue when she started scratching at his cheek repeatedly.

He felt the first trickles of blood slide down his face. Dangling at his chin before dripping onto the towel and sinking into the cotton in a black and red stain.

The pain spread through his face, making his nails bite into his palms beside him. The needle pulled at his skin, tore it open and pushed past barriers. The tears welled up behind hid lids but he swallowed and kept them at bay.

After what seemed like hours (but was really only a minute or two), the instrument was pulled away. He cracked open one eye to watch as Sakura dipped it back into the ink and came back to cut in the second line, right beneath the first one.

Naruto kept his gaze on her, transfixed. Her green eyes were set with determination, focused solely on what she was doing. Brow furrowed. Her lips were pressed in a thin, concentrated line. Her other hand that used the towel every now and again to dab at some of the blood.

Another spike of pain ripped through him, but this time he hardly flinched. In fact, he felt a barely there smile pull at the corners of his lips.

Sakura would not let him suffer for too long. She was trying her best to do it right and do it quickly. Naruto felt comfortable with Sakura, with the fact that he knew she did not like to see him in pain.

Naruto felt safe with her. And that was all he needed to unclench his fists and hold back his tears.

Sakura loved him. That overcame any pain that he might be put under.

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A little over an hour later, Naruto was still sitting on the toilet, towel still tied around him. But now he had six straight, black lines marring his features. Three on each cheek. They were still wet, shiny with blood and ink, as Sakura had yet to tape the patches over them.

Beside him, steam rose from behind the shower curtain as Sakura washed out her hair, the last step in dying it. His eyes were closed, as they had been the minute the girl had begun stripping and stepped into the spray a few minutes ago.

The water abruptly shut off and Naruto listened to the curtain being pulled back. He felt the towel around him being yanked off as he heard Sakura step onto the tile floor.

"You can look now." She said.

Naruto swallowed and opened his eyes warily, met with a sight that trapped his breath in his throat.

Sakura was standing in front of him, dripping wet with the towel wrapped around her, beneath her arms and stopping mid-thigh. The clean side touched her body while the bloody side stared out at Naruto. Her now strawberry pink hair was clumped in thick strands about her face as she smiled down at him. "How does it look?" she asked through a tiny smile.

Naruto blinked and smiled back at her, the action sending a sharp pain through his face and still he murmured, "Amazing."

She laughed and bent down slightly. Grabbing the edge of the towel, she wiped at the bloody ink still trailing down the boy's cheeks. Then she leaned forward and kissed the tip of his nose, setting a blush aflare on his face. "You too." she whispered.

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Sakura's eyes flew open with a light gasp, her chest rising and falling in quick breaths. She slowed her breathing and narrowed her eyes at the ceiling, replaying the dream in her mind.

Or memory, would be a more fitting term.

Sakura brought a hand up and threaded fingers through her hair, bringing a strand in front of her eyes and staring at it.

Her parents had not been too thrilled to see what she had done to her hair. And her mother had nearly fainted from seeing Naruto's new tattoo. Her punishment was to keep her hair this color, to "remind" her of her mistake. But she hadn't cared, she had liked the change.

And Naruto. Naruto had jumped to her defense immediately, claiming that he'd "forced" her into it and was to take all the blame, but Sakura would not let him.

Sakura realized she was smiling and quickly pulled her lips into a frown.

Her brow crumpled. Why had she dreamt about him? And one of her- though she would never admit to it -fondest memories at that.

Ever since she'd laid her gaze on Naruto's drawing, she'd been flooded with her childhood time with him. It frustrated her. After she'd successfully buried those memories under her fury, they'd clawed their way out with such ease.

Sakura knew, within her own mind, that she had never really come to fully hate Naruto. But she had mustered up enough anger and blame that she could put on a convincing act and multiply her rage enough to make it seem as though she did hate him.

She knew how much he cared about her, and she wanted him to know that she could not stand him. She knew she treated him like dirt. She was making him feel the same pain that he'd brought to her and her parents. It was the only fair thing to do.

But there were things about him that she had truly come to loathe.

His mere presence made her stiff with anger, and his name now brought along the memory of bitter changes, ones that Sakura did not know the origin from which they'd come.

Everything had been so blissfully wonderful when they were young, and because of whatever Naruto did, it was all shattered. For someone to break something that was so perfect, there had to be something innately wrong with them. So Sakura had come to the conclusion that if Naruto were to come close to anything good, he'd eventually ruin it, like he'd ruined their whole relationship.

But when memories like this arose, Sakura sometimes found that she doubted her own conclusions. After all, she did not know exactly what he had done. All she knew was that it was his fault.

Sakura sighed with frustration, she would not be able to fall back asleep with her thoughts whirling like they were.

She had to go look at him, have his face erase all these stupid doubts and fill her with rage, remind her why she should not be thinking about him. Yell at him, maybe hurt him a bit, then return to sleep with a justified peace of mind.

Sakura scowled and threw her covers off, swinging her legs over her bed and standing up to walk out of her room.

She traveled down a hallway and to the staircase that took her up to the servant's quarters. And Naruto's old room, which was now the guest room.

Green eyes softened as they settled on the Uchiha's room, but she walked past it and stopped in front of Naruto's door.

Sakura placed a hand on the knob, turned it and stepped inside.

Naruto was sitting on his bed and jumped from surprise at her entry, the frog wallet falling from his hands and spilling money onto the floor.

The money caught her eye, and she glanced at it before sending Naruto a suspicious glare. "You're supposed to be sleeping," she stated in a monotone voice. "What the hell are you doing?"

Naruto stared at her with an open mouth, silent. He was not sure if he should pick up his belongings or wait until she leaves. So he sat there, waiting for an order.

Her jaw tightened, now focused more on Naruto's curious actions rather than the reason she had come here. "I asked you a question," she seethed. "Answer me."

Naruto flinched. He did not think he could speak, not with Sakura standing there in nothing but a thin tank top and some sleeping shorts.

"Answer me damn it!" she yelled, annoyed and unwary of the others asleep in this hallway.

The blond panicked inwardly. What should he do? How would she react if he told her? He blinked and chuckled softly. Well that was a stupid question. Hell, she'd probably give all the money in her savings to help him along.

He considered lying to her, but he'd done enough of that already. She didn't deserve lies. And Naruto didn't want to build up on the horrible karma that already existed for him.

Sakura was becoming furious, she was near slapping the boy. "I said an-"

"I'm leaving."

Suddenly, faster than anything she'd experienced in her life, Sakura's anger broke apart to confusion. "What?" she breathed.

Naruto's eyes flicked up to her. "I'm saving up to buy a plane ticket to America, to start a life there. I'm eighteen(1) now...I'm not wanted here, so I'm leaving."

Sakura stared at him with shock. Leaving? Naruto was going away?

Logically, she knew that this news should elate her. She should be screaming for joy and planning parties, helping Naruto pack and be the one to shove a foot to his back as she kicked him out the door.

But she didn't feel that way...she just felt...confused. She wasn't sure how she felt about this. She couldn't wrap her mind around the concept.

Naruto had always been with her. For her to love. For her to hate. He's just...he'd always been there. And for him to suddenly uproot and walk away, the thought of it was inconceivable to her.

"Leaving?" she whispered, the word foreign as it fell off her tongue. It felt strange, like when a word loses its meaning after you say it repeatedly.

Naruto nodded, oblivious to her turmoil. "Everybody in this family...they only feel pain when they look at me." He smiled at her. "I don't want you to be in pain, Sakura-chan, I want you to be happy. So happy, even if you end up with...that Uchiha. I know it'll be easier for you if I'm not here ruining it."

Sakura was still wrapped up in her own thoughts, not even cutting him off when he'd called her 'Sakura-chan', as she usually did. "You can't," tumbled from her lips before she could stop it.

Naruto jerked at the words. He tilted his head. "Sakura-chan? What do you mean?"

Sakura's eyes shot to him, confusion and anger warring in their depths. "You can't...go..."

Naruto's own orbs widened and he stood up slowly. "Sak...do you...not want me to leave?" he asked softly.

Sakura shook her head. "You...I..." she paused and balled her shaking hands, steeling herself not to lose control. "No one will want you!" she screamed. "You'll be alone! For the rest of your damn life!"

Naruto scoffed lightly and smiled. "I'm alone already."

Sakura felt the tears run down her face and scowled at him. "I don't give a damn about you and your stupid plans!" She swung out an arm. "Leave for all I care! Go! Die alone like you deserve to!" She didn't wait for a response as she slammed the door shut and burst into a run back to her room.

She knew she would not be getting anymore sleep tonight.

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Sasuke laid a white cloth over his lap as he picked up his wine glass and took a sip. He wore a white, button up shirt with short sleeves and black slacks.

Beside him, Sakura was being unusually quiet. She was clothed in a tight-fitting, strapless red dress that stopped at her knees with splits up the sides that reached her thighs. Her hair was piled in curls on top of her head and she had a clear gloss that shone on her lips.

She stared uninterestedly at her meal, instead choosing to tap her nail lightly and slowly against the side of her plate.

Akio wore a regular, black suit and Ruka was dressed in a black evening gown that did not cover her shoulders and dropped into an exposing "U" down her back. Her hair was up in the same fashion as her daughter's.

Akio glanced at his daughter curiously before turning to Sasuke and folding his hands on the table. "So Sasuke, are you enjoying yourself here?" he asked.

Sasuke looked at him, raising a brow at the light emphasis the man had put on "enjoying" and placed his glass back on the table. "I am," he responded evenly, then smirked. "Very enjoyable."

Akio nodded with a quiet "good" and started on the tonkatsu(2) that a servant had brought out for him.

Sasuke's smirk fell away. The words were not entirely true. That stupid blond baka was giving Sasuke his share of a miserable time along with some pleasurable ones. After he'd left the boy that night, Sasuke had managed to remember the last time he had cried.

When he was still a child, his family had brought home a puppy. Sasuke had been ecstatic about it, and played with the animal non-stop. Then for some reason, it suddenly got tired of him. It became annoyed when he tried to play with it. Then one day, he came up and started scratching at its ears and kissing its head, and it didn't do anything. It didn't lick him, or roll over for a belly scratch, nothing. Sasuke had blinked in confusion and tried harder to get a reaction out of the thing, but then it just got up and walked away from him.

Sasuke had been utterly crushed, he'd cried because he couldn't understand why the dog didn't want to be with him, when everyone else did. Within two minutes flat, he'd marched up to his father with a tear-stained face and demanded that he get rid of the animal.

Fugaku had stared, shrugged, and in another two minutes, the dog was out the door.

That dog had displeased him, and in less than five minutes, Sasuke had made sure it was never seen again.

Sasuke snorted and crossed his arms over his chest, glared down at his food.

He didn't mind Naruto not respecting him. As a matter of fact, he enjoyed it. He liked that Naruto wasn't afraid to be himself around Sasuke, especially when so many others try so hard to impress him that they wind up being fake.

What bothered Sasuke, was that Naruto did not want him. Everyone wanted Sasuke. Sasuke needed people to want him, he was used to it. He needed attention and when he was screwing people, he wasn't just doing it because it felt good. He liked watching them moan and writhe beneath him, begging for it. Harder. Faster. Because only he could give it to them. He was in control. And he needed that, he loved being in control.

So when Naruto was just laying there like some broken, useless doll, Sasuke had- for lack of a better term -completely freaked out. He didn't know how to handle the fact that he was being pushed away, that he wasn't allowed to have what he wanted. That he couldn't get Naruto to give him those delicious reactions he had witnessed in the bathroom and on the couch.

That he had no control over him.

Sasuke figured that the reason he had cried was because the only other situation where he had been brushed off that way was the incident with that stupid dog. That was the way he handled it, crying. He didn't know what else to do.

But unlike back then, Sasuke had become a very calloused individual. And crying, emotions at all, was something that was wholly unacceptable.

If Naruto wasn't going to enjoy his advances willingly, then Sasuke was just going to have to force him to enjoy them. As contradictory to his promise as that may be, he saw no way around it. Not if the moron was planning on ignoring him again.

Sasuke would get him to react. Tonight.

"Sasuke dear, why don't you join us for the party tonight?"

Sasuke's head shot up as Ruka pulled him from his musings. "Pardon?" he said.

The woman smiled sweetly at him. "You've yet to appear at any, and you are the groom."

He smirked and shook his head. "I'm sorry, I'll have to decline. Parties aren't really my thing."

Ruka frowned and glanced at her husband, who shrugged and looked to his daughter. "Are you all right, Sakura? You're very quiet tonight."

Sakura flinched. "I'm fine," she murmured. She stood up and pushed her plate away, untouched. "We should leave."

Ruka blinked at her daughter. "You're not going to try and convince Sasuke to come with us?"

Sasuke looked at the girl. He had meant to ask her what in the hell she had been screaming about last night in front of Naruto's door. He hadn't heard her too clearly because his own had been closed, but her yelling could have cured the deaf for God's sake. All he had managed to make out was something about "stupid plans" and "alone", or some crap like that. He would have to ask her later though, he didn't want to get her parents involved. Plus, Sakura seemed troubled about something and he thought it wise to wait until she calmed down.

Sakura set her eyes on her fiance. "Sasuke-kun can do what he likes. He doesn't have to come if he doesn't want to." She kissed him quickly on the mouth before he could turn away and picked her purse off of the table. "Let's go." And she walked out.

Ruka stood up. "If you're sure Sasuke, have a nice night."

Sasuke couldn't help the smirk that crept over his lips. "Oh, I will." He stood up as well.

Akio came next to his wife and nodded at Sasuke while the servant came in and began clearing the dining table.

Sasuke watched as Akio and his wife walked side by side to the door, and then witnessed something that made one brow rise in both confusion and surprise.

Akio had laid his palm against the small of Ruka's bare back. She immediately slapped it away and gave him an icy look. "I prefer to behave decently in public, dear," she bit out.

Akio frowned and pulled his hand back. But that frown quickly changed into an eerie grin, one that seemed taunting and full with a known secret. "Maybe if I was closer to Sasuke's age, ne?"

For a split moment, Ruka faltered with a stricken expression, like he'd torn open a wound that had long since been forgotten. But she recomposed herself and glared at her husband. "Let it go," she breathed and walked out ahead of him.

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Sasuke unzipped his suitcase and shoved his hand into a hidden pocket, feeling around for something. "Damn it," he cursed. "I know I put it here."

His eyes brightened as his fingers brushed along cool metal. Sasuke pulled his hand out, a pair of handcuffs dangling from his finger.

He watched the silver gleam as it swayed and frowned slightly. He honestly hadn't wanted to resort to using these, and he really hoped he wouldn't have to. He would rather have the blond lay under him and ask for more than tie him up and probably have him ask what he was allergic to, so he can put it in his food and kill him.

But if Naruto wasn't going to make it easy for him, why should he make it easy for Naruto? The dobe brought this upon himself.

Besides, after tonight, the little moron wouldn't have to worry about Sasuke lusting after him anymore. It always ends at a fuck.

Though Sasuke would admit, he would never forget that fucking kiss.

Sasuke reached back into his suitcase, pulling out the key and a bottle of lube. He slipped the two into one pocket and the cuffs into another before leaving his room for the one across the hall.

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Naruto opened the door before Sasuke got a chance to, glaring up at him.

Sasuke blinked and pulled his hand back, the one he was going to use to open the door. "How did you-"

"I heard your door shut, and Sakura and her parents are out tonight. Where else would you be going?" Naruto muttered. He had been hoping against hope that Sasuke would have left with them. He was in no mood to be enduring the bastard's sickly enjoyable games tonight. Not after last time, when he'd had to fill his mind with everything from slaughtered puppies to a world without ramen in order to keep himself steeled and soft against Sasuke's touches and grinding.

Not to mention that whole scene with Sakura last night, which had the blond completely baffled and frustrated beyond comprehension.

And then there was what Sasuke had said before he left. What had he meant? He didn't want him like what? And what the hell had he been crying about? The asshole had no reason to cry. He was not the one being subjected to this treatment.

Bottom line, Naruto was aware that he did not have enough energy to stave off reaction tonight. But that would not keep him from trying.

He flinched out of his thoughts as Sasuke shut the door and stepped closer, pressing their bodies close as his fingers slid around Naruto's waist and glided beneath his shirt to skim over his back. He stared down at the glaring blond with a frown. "We're alone tonight, completely. One of the servants was to act as chauffeur for the Harunos and the other left of her own accord after cleaning some time ago."

"You think that changes anything?" Naruto asked, incredulous. "I wouldn't care if we were on a fucking island in the middle of the ocean, I still wouldn't want you within fifty feet of me! What you're doing is wrong! It's unfair to Sakura!"

Sasuke smirked. "I'm not doing this alone."

Naruto growled and balled his fists to stop himself from shoving the other away. "You know full and well I want no part in this."

Sasuke grinned and rolled his hips once into Naruto's, hearing the boy curse silently as an involuntary shiver raced up his spine. "That's not what your body is telling me," he teased.

Naruto narrowed his gaze. "My body and my mind are two separate things. I can't control it because it's new to me, not because I want you to do it." He turned his head as Sasuke leaned down to kiss him, so he caught a mouthful of blond hair instead.

Sasuke sighed. He was already becoming annoyed. But he knew if he was going to get any sort of pleasing response out of Naruto, he was going to have to be excruciatingly gentle with him. Which would be quite a challenge, since anything he'd ever done with anyone had always been fast, rough and to the point. "I want you to enjoy it too," he muttered against the boy's temple.

Naruto snorted. "I don't want to enjoy it."

"But I want you to."

"I don't care what you want! You obviously don't give a shit about what I want or Sakura or anyone!" Naruto yelled, shooting a foul glare at him. "You're not getting anything out of me. I'm not going to moan for you. I'm not going to scream. I'm certainly not going to touch you. I don't even know why I'm speaking to you at all."

Sasuke scowled and dug his nails into Naruto's back, making him wince. "Naruto-"

"Stop using my name! Finish what you came here to do and leave!" He closed his lips in a tight line and turned away again, indicating that he was through talking.

Sasuke stomped down his anger and exhaled heavily through his nose. He leaned forward with determination and pressed his lips against Naruto's throat, slowly trailing his fingers up and down the boy's back. His tongue darted out to lap at the bronzed skin before his teeth caught it gently and he sucked at the trapped flesh.

Naruto was straining to keep still as he continued, moving up and placing kisses along the other's jaw, his cheek. The blond opened an eye to make sure Sasuke did not come near his mouth.

And that was when he caught it.

As Sasuke's searing kisses found their place at Naruto's temple, the servant's body went utterly motionless, even breathing stopped. His blue eyes both opened and slowly widened in shock.

Without warning, a tan hand flew up and grabbed Sasuke's chin, jerking it up.

The bruise was gone.

"You bastard," Naruto breathed, his body shaking with fury as he threw the other's head to the side and shoved him away.

Sasuke stumbled and grabbed hold of Naruto's arm to keep himself from falling, then looked up into the blond's raging gaze. "You son of a bitch!" Naruto screamed. "Let go of me! Get the fuck out of here!"

Sasuke snarled and jerked the boy to him with the hold he had on his arm, his own black orbs were flaring with anger. "What the hell do you think you're doing? You said-"

"I said I wouldn't fight until the bruise went away! It's gone! The bruise is gone!"

Sasuke stared at him in confusion for a moment. But then a flash of the dobe socking him in the jaw played across his mind, and the deal they had made. His free hand came up to push at the once tender spot, feeling no pain as he did so.

Shit.

Sasuke had completely forgotten about his end. He'd expected to have already bedded Naruto by now. All the setbacks and the hesitation, he'd forgotten that he'd been put on a time limit.

"Damn it!" Sasuke yelled. Why hadn't he fucked him yet? Why did he wait this long? This wasn't like him at all. He growled and reached into his pocket.

Naruto didn't see his where his hand went, he was too busy trying to pry off the one that gripped his arm. "You knew it was gone!" he accused. "You knew and you still came after me! You sick bastard! You lied! You-" he gasped as something cool and metallic wrapped around his wrist, momentarily freezing him. "What the fuck?"

Sasuke pushed into him and held his gaze. "I'm sorry I didn't finish in the time I said I would." He pushed him onto the bed and hovered over him.

"No!" Naruto yelled, trying to kick out at the other and punch him with an uncuffed hand. But Sasuke caught it and looped the cuffs through the bars of the twin headboard, trapping the other wrist inside the metal as he did so.

Sasuke watched as the boy yanked at his wrists, the metal clinking against the wooden bars with the action. He sighed and apologized again, looking down at him. "I'm sorry, but I'm not done with you yet." He actually did feel a pang of guilt at what he was doing. He'd never used these on an unwilling person before.

But again, if Naruto wasn't going to participate. What choice did he have? He wanted this. So badly. More than he'd wanted anything in his life.

He wanted it, because Naruto did not want to give it to him.

And he'd try his hardest to make Naruto want it too.

Naruto was fuming, still kicking out at the other until Sasuke pinned him down with his own legs. "You lying bastard! I hate you!"

Sasuke paid no heed to his outburst and stretched his body, laid fully on top of the boy, satisfied at least with the fact that Naruto was not ignoring him. He pushed Naruto's shirt up so it bunched around his chest before closing his lips around a dark nipple.

Naruto jerked when Sasuke's tongue circled the sensitive flesh. He stopped a moan that threatened to fly from his throat and tried to buck him off. "You promised!" he cried. "Get off of me! You promised!"

Sasuke groaned loudly. He knew he had promised, damn it. He didn't need the boy screaming it out every two seconds and making him feel worse. He was very tempted to press his mouth against Naruto's. Either to shut him up or just to fall under that incredible sensation that he felt when he did, Sasuke wasn't sure. But he decided against it. He was taking so much away from him, he could at least respect one of the blond's wishes.

Sasuke ignored him and traced his tongue down the other's stomach, swirled the tip into his navel, which made him gasp and arch. Apparently, he was too wound up to even try and ignore Sasuke's ministrations. The Uchiha nipped at the skin above Naruto's waistband and dipped his fingers inside of them, teasing the coarse hairs with his nails.

Naruto whimpered and thrust upward involuntarily. He was near tears, and already felt his sense slipping away as the lust left him unfocused and foggy.

He needed Sasuke to stop. Not only because mentally, he did not want this. Not only because he knew after, the guilt would burn inside of him every time he saw Sakura's face. Not only because this bastard had promised to stop and lied.

Not even because he was afraid of what Sasuke was going to do.

But because he was afraid he would enjoy it.

Sasuke suddenly yanked Naruto's boxers off and tossed them aside, revealing a half-erect manhood. He took a moment to stare in stunned silence at just how beautiful Naruto really was. There was no way he was going to allow himself to be denied something so stunningly perfect, it would be a sin. He wrapped his fingers around the length and squeezed, earning a gasp, then leaned down until the warmth of his breath stood as the only barrier between him and the head.

But before he could encase it in his heat, a loud cry stopped him cold. Sending his heart from a slow pulse to speeding beats within his chest.

"Sasuke please!" Naruto had yelled desperately. And it was enough to make him still. First was the shock of hearing his name come off Naruto's tongue, as it occurred to him that it was the first time Naruto had used it. It took him a moment to actually decipher what the blond had said, 'Sasuke please.'

Was he asking him for it? Naruto was actually begging? The possibility made Sasuke's stomach leap, his excitement burst.

Finally.

But his hope was shot at the next word that came out in a small whimper, "Stop..."

Stop. Not please keep going. It was please stop.

Sasuke frowned, suddenly feeling dejected. Why was the stupid idiot holding back? Sasuke knew he was feeling pleasure. It was proven in the hardness beneath his fingers, a breath away from him. Yet at the same time, Naruto was so desperate for him to stop that he had stooped to calling him by his name.

Why couldn't he just let go?

Sasuke responded with a firm "No" and closed himself over Naruto's erection. He thrust his tongue into the slit and worked the base with his hand.

Naruto bit his lip to hold in a cry and tossed his head from side to side. The wet heat swallowing him wracked his body with bliss, and he reluctantly shoved himself into Sasuke's mouth for more. He released his lip, bleeding slightly, and began panting with watery eyes.

Sasuke's head bobbed up and down repeatedly, and he allowed Naruto to fuck his mouth as he pleased. He wanted him to be at a height of ecstasy before what came next.

Too caught up in pleasure to stop it, a loud moan spilled from Naruto's lips, making Sasuke's member harden fully and strain against his pants.

That. He had been waiting for that.

Sasuke made sure to keep his tongue sliding over Naruto as he sucked him off. With a grunt he reached down and unzipped his pants, keeping balance by pressing his arm into Naruto's hip. He kicked off his shoes and slacks but not before pulling the lube out of his pocket.

Sasuke grabbed Naruto's ass and sucked him once more before letting go with a loud smacking sound. The blonde's breath hitched and he gasped loudly, falling back on the bed with an audible creak.

Sasuke kept his eyes on Naruto as he removed his own boxers and flicked the cap on the lube. He was already pouring some on to his fingers when Naruto finally became coherent enough to look at him. First with anger, which faded to confusion. "What...what are you doing?" he questioned with a hint of fear.

Sasuke gave him a sympathetic flit of his eyes. "I need you to relax," he ordered, placing his middle finger at the other's hole.

Naruto quickly closed his legs and stared at the older boy with a wide gaze. "No!" he screamed. Though the smallest part of him, the part that thrived off the throbbing of his length and the scalding heat of his body bade him to open for the Uchiha and let him have his way.

Sasuke pulled at Naruto's knee and, with some effort due to Naruto resisting, tugged it away and threw it over his shoulder. Then used the same hand to pin the other leg to the bed by its thigh.

The position had Naruto blushing, and he knew the only things keeping him from relaxing into Sasuke's touch were his morals and his utter hate for him.

Though Sasuke's gentle change was making it a bit difficult.

But gentle or no gentle. Ultimately, Naruto was telling him 'no.'

Sasuke closed off his thoughts as he leaned down and placed a kiss against Naruto's trapped thigh with shut lids, a vain attempt to calm him. But his eyes flew open when the action evoked a surprised snort.

Sasuke shot up a little and looked at Naruto with shock, who had wide eyes just as surprised and a mouth that hung agape.

The Uchiha raised a brow and lowered himself again. He kept his eyes on Naruto as he brushed his lips along the skin, watching the blond quickly turn into the side of his arm and let out another snort, a hint of a smile on his lips.

Sasuke's pulled into a grin. Naruto was ticklish? Well that was certainly unexpected. He snickered lightly and flicked his tongue along the thigh, then blew on it with a cool breath.

Despite himself, Naruto actually chuckled and his leg jerked under Sasuke's hold. Sasuke felt himself laugh and nuzzled his nose against the same spot, emitting a fit of chuckles from the blond. His blue eyes closed as snickers and giggles broke through clenched teeth. Sasuke found the sight...endearing.

Suddenly, Sasuke stopped. He jerked back and stared at the spot he had just been rubbing against with shock.

What the fuck was he doing? He had never tickled anyone during sex! Things like that were on a different level of intimacy all together. That was the sort of thing...

That lovers did.

Sasuke blinked and shook his head rapidly. Naruto was not his lover, Sasuke was not after a lover. Whatever lapse in judgment had brought that on was gone now.

Naruto panted softly and swallowed the knot that had tied in his throat. Sasuke should not have done that. He opened his eyes and frowned. Sasuke should not be doing any of this. He felt Sasuke's breath at his dick again and jumped, the finger that had never left its position sliding in slightly. "I don't want it!" Naruto cried. Yet the way his muscles clenched around the digit told a different tale.

Sasuke licked at the leaking head of Naruto's penis and glanced up at him, wiggling the finger in further. "You do," he whispered.

Naruto shook his head desperately, thrown off with the strange sensation of something so invasive. "I don't!"

"It feels good," Sasuke pressed, squeezing past another finger and scissoring them.

Naruto threw his head back and cried out at a spike of pain, the cuffs clanking repeatedly at the bars as he jerked his hands.

Sasuke swallowed Naruto's erection and searched for his prostate, pushing his fingers against the little gland when he found it.

The response was beautiful. Naruto's body bowed and crashed back down, in sync with a loud groan that spilled forth like a waterfall. His eyes rolled back and he unknowingly pushed himself down for more.

Sasuke smirked and pushed the spot again, receiving the same reaction. "You see?" he breathed against the length. "It does feel good. And you want more."

"No," Naruto whimpered, though the bliss laced in his voice made Sasuke's smirk grow. "It doesn't matter how it feels. I'm...I'm telling you 'no.'" He winced as Sasuke pulled the fingers out. He hastily slathered a generous amount of lube onto himself and Naruto before tossing the bottle as he did Naruto's boxers. Then got to his knees, stared down at the younger boy, "You're just denying what you want." He growled and held tight to Naruto's legs, which flailed at his answer.

Naruto arched and squirmed in his attempts to fight Sasuke off, but with his hands tied, he could not do much. "You're such a fucking bastard! I'm telling you no! It's ra-" he did not finish as Sasuke's knee pressed into his thigh and a now free hand clamped over his mouth.

Sasuke glared down at him. He would not let him finish that sentence. He knew what this was. And if he refused to say it to himself, then there was no way he was going to let Naruto scream it out loud. He thought he could make it less true if Naruto were to enjoy it as well. But this was what it was. And Sasuke was not turning back now.

He pushed inside.

Naruto's body went stiff as Sasuke entered him slowly. He felt shards of pain shatter and race up his spine, break apart his thoughts, then let a shocked yelp push against Sasuke's palm.

Sasuke's head dipped forward and his hand slid from Naruto's mouth to press into the bed beside his chest, holding him up as an unbearably pleasurable heat swallowed him. "Jesus..." he breathed, still pushing past the ring of muscle.

The tears had already begun sliding down Naruto's cheeks. "It hurts," he cried. His nails dug deep into his palms, piercing them as if in an effort to distract him with greater pain. He craned his neck back and screwed his eyes shut.

Sasuke finally reached his hilt. "I'm sorry," he gasped. Half for hurting the boy and half for enjoying it anyway. He dropped his hand from Naruto's leg and wrapped it around his length, which had softened slightly, "R...ha-relax," he encouraged.

Naruto shook his head, his tears staining the pillow. "No. Out."

Sasuke could barely speak, it was so fucking tight. "It gets...ahn- better-"

"Out!" Naruto screamed.

Sasuke moaned, losing himself in bliss, and began pumping him. He pulled out and slowly slid back in.

Naruto released a broken yell and thrust into Sasuke's hand. If the Uchiha wasn't going to pull out, then he needed to build the pleasure. Anything to stop the pain.

Sasuke began a rhythm after Naruto had relaxed a bit. He rode in and out, carefully building speed.

Naruto turned his head and bit into his arm when Sasuke struck his sweet spot. He felt the pain ebbing away, replaced with mind-blowing ecstasy. And he couldn't decide what he wanted. How he should feel.

He didn't want Sasuke to make him feel so fucking amazing. Yet at the same time, it felt so fucking amazing, he didn't care who was making him feel it.

His hips began rising and pushing of their own volition, as his mind was too muddled to make such a choice. God, it wasn't fair. It shouldn't feel this good!

Sasuke grabbed at Naruto's hips and drove into him over and over, listening to the blond's pants and moans that broke out and filled him with what he had been craving for from the beginning.

Sasuke opened his eyes, which had closed at some point, and stared down at the other.

Again he was struck by the boy's beauty. He'd never really observed someone during sex, only listened as they pleaded for more. Which Naruto was still not doing, and yet it did not bother him as it should have. Seeing him there, with his flushed features, body jumping with every thrust, and striking eyes glazed with pleasure. Pleasure Sasuke was giving, it was enough.

He suddenly had this insane urge to lean down and kiss those moist, parted lips. Another occurrence that he'd never experienced. But he held back, knowing that it could ruin what was happening and what he'd worked so hard to get to. The pleasing ripples that flashed across his abdomen warned him that he was close, so he settled for leaning down and pressing his lips against Naruto's temple, salty with sweat and tears.

Naruto abruptly arched into Sasuke and screamed, his orgasm splashing onto his stomach and staining Sasuke's shirt, dripping down his fingers. His anus clenched around Sasuke, pulling him deeper into that tight warmth and bringing him to his peak as well.

Sasuke released a shuddering breath as he emptied himself into Naruto, heart hammering in his chest in a maniacal frenzy. He nearly collapsed on the boy when he finished but managed to hold himself with shaky arms and pull out of him.

As he came down from his high, he stared at the blond beneath him.

Naruto was staring up at him too. But like the first time Sasuke had come to him, his eyes were unfocused, and seemed to be looking right through him rather than at him.

Once again that ludicrous urge to kiss him entered Sasuke's mind. Why in the world would he want to kiss him? It was over. They had nothing left to finish. But the thought hung there, in the calming afterglow of sex, to just lean down and press his lips against Naruto's.

Sasuke pushed the crazed desire to the back of his mind and climbed off the bed, picking his clothes off the floor and pulling the key from his pocket. He went back to Naruto and unlocked the cuffs, saying "You should get cleaned up," as he did so.

Naruto's arms fell limply to the bed, still staring at the ceiling, at the space Sasuke had occupied a moment ago.

And though it was a stupid question ask, Sasuke found himself asking it anyway as he tucked the cuffs back into the pocket and picked his lube off the ground. "Are you all right?"

Naruto's eyes slowly left the ceiling to glare at him out of their corner. And he didn't even bother to pull his shirt back down as he turned away from Sasuke and curled into himself on the bed. "Go away," he whispered.

Sasuke tilted his head and shrugged. He had done what he'd set out to do. There was nothing else he wanted from Naruto and nothing else Naruto had to worry about from him.

And yet as he turned from Naruto and left his room...

As he threw his soiled clothes into his suitcase back in his...

As he showered, washed away, and dried off any evidence of what had happened...

As he shut off his lights, laid in his bed and closed his eyes...

Sasuke could not quell the feeling of guilt that turned his stomach and pushed bile up his throat.

(1) I had heard that legal age in Japan is 20, but for the sake of the story, we're going to use those skills Barney honed so well for us and pretend it's 18.

(2) it's like fried pork cutlets served on top of cooked rice or something like that...you can look it up if you really wanna know. i just remember that's what it was called.

sorry if i busted some of your bubbles but the crying last chapter was NOT because sasuke realized his deeply profound feelings for Naruto. I'm really sorry if I made it...seem that way, my fault. He just didn't know how else to handle the situation. He's FALLING for Naruto now, and by falling I mean like, teetering on the edge of a cliff.