A/N: I know, I know, I suck. Work's been killer, and editing smut is harder than I anticipated... Can never decide what should be cut out and what's okay to keep, bleh. Anywho 8D Here ya go! I'll reply to PMs probably tomorrow. Hopefully. I have to go to work at 6am on Saturday QQ
Disclaimer: I cannot be witty, my brain is mushy |D Kiba and all others belong to Kishimoto Masashi. Area Seven and Matthew Reilly belong to Matthew Reilly (and yes, he and his books are real.)
September 23rd, 18:24
Naruto cocked his head to the side while listening to the sounds coming from upstairs. Essyu had left a while ago after having tried to get him into the Stephen King book to make him his special rice.
While he was kind of excited, he would admit he missed the other's company. They'd both joked about the kissing quite a bit, but Naruto wondered if the other felt as weird as he did about the whole thing. After all, Essyu had been the one to continue to say it was all a bad idea.
Letting out a slow sigh, he leaned back against the wall and brought the walkie-talkie to his lips.
"Hey, Essyu. You almost done up there?"
There was a pause before the other replied.
"You know, you constantly asking if I'm done is only making me slower."
"I'm bored," Naruto whined, rolling around slightly. He couldn't roll much considering his restraints, but he rolled enough.
"I'm almost done, be patient." He could hear the smirk in the other's tone and just snorted.
"Hey, what's Ayuu up to? I haven't heard or seen him since this morning."
A longer pause here, and when Essyu replied, Naruto could tell his mouth was full. "He's still trying to catch up on work, so he'll be avoiding you for a while."
"Oh, good," Naruto said. "I like when he avoids me. Means less injuries for me."
"Yeah. You know, your face doesn't look too bad. I thought for sure that it would look really bad after the hit you got, but the bruise is actually kind of hot."
Naruto grinned and shook his head. "You think my injuries are hot?"
"You're hot, injuries just make you look rugged."
The blond laughed, knowing the other was smirking. For some reason, it didn't bother him anymore when Essyu called him hot. Probably because he knew the guy liked his personality, too, considering they'd talked about it. It was still weird that he felt so close to the kidnapper but it was also a bit of a relief.
Letting out another sigh, he smiled slightly while thinking of Essyu. It sucked that he would never know what he looked like, but he tried to imagine him.
Naruto liked to think they were opposites. Where he was dark and tanned, he imagined Essyu was pale. Well, he knew he was pale, really, considering his brief glimpse of the other, but he was fairly certain he was imagining him much paler than he truly was. He also already knew he had black eyes, which were the opposite of his own blue ones. And while he had blond hair, he liked to imagine the other's was black, or at least dark brown.
He didn't want to think it was brown because then he just pictured Kiba, and that was wrong. But he did wish he knew what he looked like barring the glimpse he'd gotten, though was positive he never would.
The door at the top of the stairs opened and Naruto turned to glance in its general direction.
"Rule Britannia, Scarecrow."
Naruto grinned. "Fuck Britannia."
A snort met his ears, Essyu descending the stairs. His speed was slowly increasing with each visit, which Naruto was happy about because it meant his back was hurting less. He doubted it had healed considerably in such a short amount of time, but at least it seemed to bother him less.
He felt a bowl press into his hands and grinned. "Your famous rice?"
"Indeed." He could hear the smirk. "Let me know if it's better than ramen."
Naruto picked up the spoon and took one tentative bite, eyes widening behind his mask. "Dude!" He shovelled some more into his mouth. "Dude!" he exclaimed around his mouthful.
"Good?"
"Amazing!" Naruto corrected. "This is amazing! What the hell! Are you a chef or something? Because you should be!"
Essyu chuckled. "I enjoy cooking. It's therapeutic."
"Dude, no offense to my chef, but this is the most amazing thing ever. Seriously."
"Better than ramen?"
The blond squinted, trying to think. Was it better than ramen? Was it possible for anything to be better than ramen?
"I guess, but only just barely," he said with a grin. "That's the biggest compliment you can ever get from me."
He heard Essyu chuckle.
September 23rd, 23:53
Minato was slowly beginning to panic. In a very bad way. He always arrived at the drop locations early to ensure he would be on time, but this drop, while he was early, there was a problem.
His instructions had been to leave the money beside a specific bench in the large park downtown. Well, Minato was there, but there was a homeless man currently sleeping on the bench in question.
If he left the money there, and the hobo woke up and took off with it, Minato would never see his son again. The kidnapper would think he hadn't paid.
But if he didn't leave it there in time, the kidnapper would accuse him of being late. Could the man see him? Could he see the hobo? Would he forgive his tardiness?
Minato checked his watch again and tried to swallow down his panic. He didn't know what to do right now! He had to go put the money down!
This wasn't fair in the slightest! How was he supposed to control the people around him like this? Did his kidnapper not consider something like this might happen? Would he forgive Minato this time and be more conscious of such events in the future? Or would he insist he should've found a way to get rid of the hobo?
Oh God, was he expecting Minato to find a way to get rid of the hobo?! But how?! How?! He only had five minutes left!
Okay, calm down, he thought to himself, closing his eyes and trying to suppress his panic. He's a homeless man. What would I want if I were homeless?
Well, it was getting cold, so some kind of blanket or shelter would be appreciated. Probably food, as well. And, of course, money.
I have money!
Minato dug into his coat for his wallet, finding he had about two-hundred dollars in cash. Taking a slow breath, he headed purposefully to the bench and set the bag down silently beside it, pushing it beneath it with his foot and watching to make sure he didn't wake the hobo yet. He bent down and silently felt along the underside of the bench until his fingers found the DVD always left behind at the drop off. Grabbing it, he stuffed it quickly into his coat and stood before shaking the homeless man awake.
The man jerked up with a start, mumbling something about not having broken any laws. Minato ignored his words, and tried to think quickly on how to proceed.
"Sorry to wake you," Minato said, resisting the urge to check his watch. "But I really need to talk to someone tonight. My wife just left me and I have no one to talk to."
The homeless man stared at him as if he were insane. Which, really, Minato could understand.
"I'll give you two-hundred bucks to spend fifteen minutes with me."
The man was on his feet so fast that Minato stumbled back a step.
"Whatever you need, man," the other said, appearing to try and look sympathetic. "I'm here for you."
"Um... right." Minato started walking, leading him away from the bench. He tried his best to make things up on the spot about his wife, who'd "just left him," which was hard considering she'd been dead for almost sixteen years.
When they were far enough away, he chanced a glance backwards, and saw his bag was gone. He prayed to God that it was the kidnapper who'd taken it.
September 23rd, 23:58
Itachi scowled angrily while watching the bench from the shadows, wishing he'd had enough time to chase the homeless man away before Minato had shown up.
Sadly, he hadn't, and now he was stuck wondering what to do. He'd put the disc where the old man expected it to be, under the bench, and then had gone to grab himself a coffee in a nearby shop while waiting for midnight to arrive. By the time he'd gotten back, the bum was sleeping on the bench, and Minato had already arrived.
And now, there he was, dancing nervously behind a tree across from him, and as much as Itachi hated the man, he could understand why he was so concerned.
If he left the money, it risked being taken. But if he was late, Naruto would die.
While Itachi was an asshole, he would never blame this tardiness on Minato, considering he was there, just unable to make the drop. Sadly, he had no way of letting the other man know that, so now that this was happening, they were both kind of screwed.
Just when Itachi was beginning to get really impatient, Minato moved forward from where he was hiding and slowly put the money down. He watched the blond man search for the DVD before he tucked the item into his jacket and woke the homeless man up.
Itachi didn't know what the other had said, but he'd managed to lead the bum away from the bench.
Wasting no time, Itachi put his cigarette out against the tree he was hiding behind and shoved the butt into his pocket—he wasn't stupid enough to leave behind evidence, no matter how unlikely it would be for him to get identified—then hurried to the bench and yanked the bag out from under it.
He was gone from the path so quickly, he knew Minato hadn't seen him. Normally, he'd have waited longer, but there were more bums around and he didn't want to risk getting into a fight with one over the bag, it would draw attention.
Hurrying back to his car, he quickly unlocked the doors and tossed the bag inside, then climbed in, started the car, and pulled out.
He didn't relax until he'd made it home, parking in the underground of their small apartment building and climbing out with the bag.
Making his way to the elevators, he couldn't help but notice the bag felt heavier than usual. He didn't want to risk opening it since someone might see, so he decided to wait until he'd exited the lift and was safely in his apartment before doing so.
Tossing the bag onto the kitchen table after having locked the front door, he turned on the light and grabbed himself a new cigarette, lighting it while taking a seat. He pulled the bag closer to himself and opened it.
Cocking an eyebrow ever so slightly at the sight of an envelope, he pulled it out and opened it. Inside were three folded pieces of paper. When he opened the first one, he saw that it was addressed to Naruto, and snorted before shoving it back into the envelope and putting it in his back pocket.
Pulling out the stacks of money, he began to count them, cigarette dangling from his lips. He was getting a little confused when he was nearing one-hundred thousand and the bag was only half empty.
He understood what was happening once he finished counting out the agreed upon amount. There was double in the bag, and he wondered if it was Minato's silent attempt to get his son back earlier. It wouldn't work, but having this extra money would certainly help Itachi and Sasuke.
He shifted in his seat when his phone vibrated, bringing one hand to his lips to pull his cigarette away while flipping open his phone with the other. It was Sasuke, checking to see if the drop had gone well. He replied that it had. Sasuke then asked if he was home, and if he was, if it would be possible for him to bring all of his Matthew Reilly books.
Itachi knew they were for Naruto, and that irked him, but he replied that he would and closed his phone, inhaling on his cigarette one last time before putting it out in the ashtray on the table.
The Uchiha took his time getting himself organized: putting the money away, getting Sasuke's books, packing up a few things he would need. When he was done, he took one last look into the apartment before letting out a slow breath.
"We're on our way, little brother."
Shutting the door behind him, he made sure it was locked before heading back to the underground. He was happy he hadn't encountered anyone in the elevator, mostly because he didn't want any of his neighbours remembering seeing him so late at night. He was sure there were cameras, but no one would go back and look at the footage without cause.
Reaching the garage, he headed quickly to his car and tossed the bag of items into the passenger seat, then started the car and headed for the rental place.
When he arrived, all the windows were dark. It was nearing one in the morning by now, so it made sense that Sasuke had gone to bed after sending his text. Itachi assumed he'd actually just gotten up to use the restroom and had texted him before returning to bed.
Exiting the car, he headed inside, locking the door behind himself and moved to his brother's room. When he opened the door, he could hear Sasuke's slow, even breathing, and walked further into it.
Setting the books down beside his futon, he reached forward and slowly ran one hand through his brother's hair, watching the other shift slightly but continue to sleep.
"Soon, little brother," he promised. "We'll be done with this soon."
September 24th, 07:03
"Sir, I don't understand why we're coming to the Namikaze household so early in the morning. Naruto will surely still be sleeping."
"We're going because I said so," Kiba grumbled, grouchy from lack of sleep. "And don't call me 'sir'."
He knew Kakuzu was concerned about him, but he didn't have the energy to give a shit. He knew that last night had been the drop off, which meant that Minato now had a new video, and Kiba wanted to see it. Tsunade had informed him that not all the videos were as tame as the previous one he'd seen, but he didn't care.
Even if he had to watch Naruto get the shit kicked out of him, he needed to see him. Needed to know his friend was still alive and, hopefully, would fucking stay alive.
They pulled up to the large gates and were let in, Kakuzu parking beside the front steps and opening his door for him. Kiba stepped out, staring up at the entrance before tilting his head slightly towards his driver.
"Wait in the car. I'll only be a minute."
He didn't move until Kakuzu obeyed, then walked up the steps and knocked on the large oak before him. Tsunade opened it a few seconds later, seeming startled to find him there.
"Kiba. What are you doing here?"
"He got a new video, I know he did." Kiba clenched his fists. "I want to see it."
Tsunade glanced behind herself, then back at Kiba, pressing her lips together. "I don't think that's a good idea."
"I really don't care." He winced the second the words left his mouth. "Sorry, that was rude. I just—I know I won't like what I see, I just need to see it anyway."
Letting out a small sigh, Tsunade turned to look behind her again then motioned Kiba in. "Minato is still sleeping, but I'll bring you to his study to watch it, then you need to go to school. I don't want you using Naruto as an excuse to not continue with your education."
"Trust me," Kiba muttered, following after her, "school is probably the only thing keeping me together right now. So much is going on in my classes that I don't have time to think. It helps."
"I'm glad," Tsunade said honestly with a smile back at him while opening the study doors. "It should still be in the computer." She motioned it. "Just watch it and I'll bring you out."
Kiba hesitated at the threshold. "Did you watch it?"
"No." She pressed her lips together. "Minato tells me what happens. I prefer not to watch them unless they're just him talking, like the previous one."
"I guess he isn't talking in this one," Kiba whispered, shoving his hands in his pockets and stalking forward. He moved around the desk and took a seat, licking his lips and reaching out for the mouse. After wiggling it, he saw the video was paused on the date and location of the next drop off. Three days from today at the back of the parking lot of the public library downtown.
Trying to ignore that, since he really didn't want to feel tempted to go, he clicked the bar back to the beginning and pressed play.
The screen was black, before the words "are you watching?" scrolled across it in red letters. When the image changed to Naruto, Kiba jumped when the blond was hit across the face with the butt of a gun.
He could feel bile rising in his throat already but he forced it back down and kept watching, Naruto spitting blood from his mouth. A gloved hand grabbed at his hair and wrenched him back into a sitting position, since he'd fallen over from the force of the hit.
The sound suddenly cut off, the background noise having disappeared as if the video had been altered. He could only assume that meant the kidnapper was saying something to him. Then, the static returned and he leaned closer, squinting slightly.
Naruto's head was pushed forward and his best friend coughed, wiping his hand across his mouth and smearing blood along his cheek.
"Now what?"
"Oh, fuck, Naruto," Kiba whispered, rubbing at his mouth, as if he'd gotten hit in the jaw as well. In his letter, he'd told Naruto to keep that defiant mouth of his shut so he would come home in one piece. Seemed the other hadn't thought of doing that on his own, if his words were any indication.
Kiba leapt a mile high when a gun went off, and he almost let out a shout when he heard Naruto let one out first. The brunet's heart slammed against his ribs, but when he finally managed to focus back on the image on the screen, he saw that Naruto hadn't been hit. The shot had landed right between his spread legs on the futon he was sitting on.
There was silence for a few seconds, and then someone snapped their fingers, obviously the kidnapper. Naruto's eyes lifted to him before he snorted and said, "I get it. You're the boss, boss."
"Aw shit, Naruto, don't," Kiba whispered, knowing what was coming next. He'd fought his best friend enough times to know what was coming. "Come on, man, keep that mouth of yours in check."
No dice. The blond grinned.
"But I'd love to see how you'd fare one on one with me."
Kiba let out a shaky breath when he saw the kidnapper in front of Naruto. He couldn't see much due to the man's back being to the camera, but the audio cut out again and another figure appeared beside the first, tugging on his arm. Squinting and shifting in the chair, he managed to discern that the gun was currently in Naruto's mouth.
After a few tense seconds, the first kidnapper jerked away, gun still in hand, and the video went dead. Then the screen went back to what he'd walked in on and he paused it, letting out a slow breath.
When he looked up, Tsunade was still in the doorway. He offered her a smile and she smiled back, motioning for him to exit the office. He did so, being sure to make everything look exactly the same before closing the door behind himself.
"Isn't it harder for you to listen to it?" Kiba asked, walking back towards the door with her. "You can only imagine what's happening. You don't see it."
"I like to pretend it's a movie," she said with a smile. "Listening to it makes it easier to pretend. Seeing it isn't as easy. Especially since I know he was hit."
"I guess," Kiba said, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Will you keep me posted?"
"Of course." She smiled and opened the front door. "I'll let you know everything I know when I find out about it."
"Thanks." He nodded and reached out to push some of the older woman's hair back. "You should get some sleep, Tsunade. You don't look well."
She laughed. "I'll get some sleep when my brat's back where he belongs." She began to close the door, and Kiba suspected seeing him was getting hard for her. "Goodbye Kiba."
"Bye."
The door shut in his face and he let out a slow sigh before turning around and heading back to his car so he could head to school. It just sucked he was going to have a lot of time to kill before the classes actually started.
September 24th, 12:47
"Dude!" Naruto insisted, chewing quickly before swallowing and pointing his spoon at Sasuke. "That would be, like, the most singularly epic movie ever! How are these books not movies?! I mean, a device on the president's heart that'll set off bombs all over the place if it stops beating? That's fucking brilliant! Where does he get this stuff?!"
"I don't know," Sasuke said with a smirk. "But I think it's imaginative, too. It's why he's my favourite author."
"Mine, too! Geez! And to think I'd never have heard of him if not for you!" Naruto laughed and shovelled another spoonful of rice into his mouth.
When Sasuke had asked him if there was anything in particular he'd wanted for lunch, the blond had said he would love more of his rice, provided Sasuke had leftovers since he didn't want the other to leave him for so long again.
Sasuke had said there were leftovers, but had simultaneously not known how to react to his comment. While he'd been spending a lot of time downstairs since having been belted, he felt like things were soon going to be dangerous for both of them. If it got to the point where they both consistently needed to be around one another, things weren't going to end well on the twenty-second of October.
Closing the book, the raven eyed the captive for a few seconds, deciding that he needed to ask this. He hadn't wanted to because he felt it was too soon, but he needed to know how much trust there was. How much Naruto truly cared about him. How bad this was going to end up being once he sent the other home.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Sure," Naruto said, taking another bite. "What's up?"
The Uchiha hesitated. "What... I mean, with your condition, what happened?"
Naruto froze, and Sasuke could see some of the colour draining from what he could see of the other's face. He felt a little relieved, but also disappointed. He couldn't decide whether the blond's reluctance to talk about it was a good sign or a bad one.
Then he had to rethink his entire inner monologue because Naruto set his spoon down and started explaining in a low voice.
"My nanny—well, almost my mother, I guess... her name is Tsunade. My mom died long before conscious thought, so in my eyes, Tsunade's been my parent my entire life. She means the world to me, and I love her as if she were my own mother, and not the hired help. Her brother got really sick, so she had to leave for a while. I was only five or six at the time, really young, and my dad was never around. He knew the other hired help could watch out for me but he wanted someone to specifically watch me." The blond laughed darkly, licking his lips. "He asked around and heard about this guy. I don't even remember his name, I just know in my mind, I called him Mr. Snake, because he reminded me of one."
The blond winced, rubbing at his left arm, obviously uncomfortable. Sasuke saw his nails digging into his own skin, and a part of him wanted to tell Naruto he didn't have to continue, but another part was desperate to know.
"It seems stupid to me now, in a sense. I always feel like I should've gotten over it a while ago, but the doctors say trauma like this takes a long time to get over, if it's even possible to. Basically, whenever I was alone with the guy, he was... I don't know..."
"Did he touch you?" Sasuke felt those words sounded childish, but he could tell Naruto was having a hard time getting them out.
"Yeah," the blond replied, licking his lips once more. Sasuke felt he was doing it as a means to procrastinate continuing. "I knew it was wrong, even back then. It didn't seem like something that should be happening, especially since Tsunade had never done any of the things he had. When I told him one time I wanted to ask my dad about what he was doing, because it felt weird, he pulled out a pair of scissors and..." Naruto winced.
"He didn't cut you, though, right?" Sasuke remembered Naruto mentioning that he'd threatened to castrate him, but he was sure it would have been mentioned if he'd actually injured him.
"No, he didn't. But every time after that conversation, whenever he did anything, he'd have the scissors in his other hand. One day, I tried to pull away and he actually put them around my dick and..." Naruto exhaled slowly. "My dad walked in. I don't really remember much of what happened after that, but all I know is my dad pretty much saved my dick. Ever since then, I've had a problem. The last time I dropped trou in front of someone, I hyperventilated and ended up passing out." Naruto laughed slightly. "The doctor was pretty fucking concerned, especially since I hit my head against the examination bed on my way down."
"I'll bet." Sasuke forced a smirk, even though he knew Naruto couldn't see it. "So... you shower with a towel. I guess you take a leak sitting down, then?"
"Yeah. I've never used a urinal or pissed on the side of the road or whatever." Naruto snorted. "I'm a total prude, which is weird considering I'm a guy."
"Aren't you worried about what it'll be like when you have sex?"
"When I get there," Naruto said with a snort. "Considering my first kiss was two nights ago with you, I don't think I'm in any danger of having to worry about sex."
"You never know," Sasuke said with a smirk. He was glad Naruto got the joke and snorted instead of getting all freaked out.
Then again, it was bad that they could be so casual about something like this.
"Maybe you should try it."
"Try what?" Naruto asked, cocking an eyebrow.
"Going to the bathroom like a real guy," Sasuke teased, smirking.
Naruto just snorted again. "Not likely."
"No, I'm serious." The raven reached for the mask he'd started keeping downstairs, pulling it on and getting to his feet. "I mean, wouldn't you like to get over this fear? How worthwhile would your time here have ended up being if you went home totally cured?"
He reached forward and took the other's mostly-finished bowl from his hands, and rested his knee on the futon. Naruto didn't move while Sasuke reached behind him and undid the lock for his mask, pulling it off.
As usual, the blond clenched his eyes shut and blinked a few times before squinting and rubbing at them, trying to get used to the brightness. Then slowly, blue eyes lifted to meet Sasuke's.
"What makes you think I'll be able to do this? I can't even lock the door here."
"I won't come in," Sasuke reassured him. "You trust me, don't you? You told me about the paedophile, so you obviously trust me to a degree. You have to know I won't come in. I know how big of a fear this is."
Naruto stared at him for a long while, then licked his lips and looked away, seeming to think.
"Come on, are you just going to live in fear for the rest of your life?" Sasuke smirked beneath his ski-mask. "Don't be such a chickenshit."
He got a glare for that, and Naruto got to his feet, holding his wrists out. Sasuke undid them, and then bent down to undo the ones around his ankles. Just like Naruto trusted him, Sasuke trusted the blond. So much so that he didn't worry about getting kicked in the face so that Naruto could escape.
Which was good, since the blond didn't do that. He just turned and walked to the bathroom, closing the door behind himself.
Smirking slightly, Sasuke went to his chair and picked up Area Seven, the next in the Scarecrow series by Matthew Reilly. Moving back towards the bathroom door, he flipped to the page he'd stopped at, and began reading aloud again, trying to keep Naruto's mind off what he was doing. He didn't know that it would work, but he figured it was worth a shot.
Considering everything the blond went through all the time, and adding in the fact that he was positive Itachi was going to make him jack off eventually, he felt it would be in Naruto's best interest to get over this fear quickly.
September 24th, 14:03
"Dude, come on, this isn't working," Naruto insisted, beginning to get annoyed.
He'd always known it was possible to lock someone out of a bathroom but this was the first time he'd ever been locked in one. Essyu had barricaded the bathroom door from the outside, and proceeded to ignore him for the past hour and a half until Naruto went to the bathroom.
Every time the blond complained, he would just read louder. Which was bad for Naruto because he was missing parts of the story, but Essyu was good about going back a few pages when the blond told him this.
Still, he didn't know what Essyu expected to happen. After ten years of having this problem, did he really think it was just going to go away overnight? Of course it wasn't! Naruto had tried so hard to pull it out of his pants, and now he was just getting frustrated, not only with Essyu for making him do this, but with himself for not being able to!
It couldn't be that fucking hard, right? Just pull it out, piss, and put it back. It wouldn't be like showering naked, it would just be for a few seconds. Literally long enough for him to do his business, and then back into his pants it would go. So why was it so hard?
"Essyu," he insisted with a sigh, the other getting louder again. "Essyu, come on, this isn't working." He ground his forehead against the door, then turned to lean against it, feeling the slightest twinge of protest from the injuries on his back. He ignored the discomfort, and looked in the mirror at the bruise on his face.
"You think I want this?" he asked quietly. Oddly enough, those words made Essyu stop reading. Or maybe it was his tone. "I don't want to be like this. I wish I could get over this. But I can't. It's not that simple."
"It is if you want to get over it badly enough," Essyu replied.
"Yeah, and what exactly would make me want to get over it?" Naruto rolled his eyes. "I've barely ever jacked off, so it's not like sex is really an incentive for me."
Silence met that statement, then he heard things being shifted and the door opened, the blond pulling away from it. Essyu stepped into the bathroom and shut the door behind himself. Naruto eyed him warily.
"You have to stop thinking someone is going to cut off your dick whenever it's out in the open."
"What are you doing?" Naruto asked slowly, the other's hands having moved down to his own jeans, unbuttoning them.
"Just showing you that my dick won't magically fall off."
The blond wanted to tell him he didn't have to do that. Actually, Naruto really didn't want him to do that. This was way too intimate, way too close. They couldn't be like this, they were fucking kidnapper and captive, for fuck's sake!
But the words wouldn't form properly, and they definitely wouldn't leave his mouth. So he just watched with sick fascination while Essyu pulled down his fly and pulled his jeans down his thighs.
Naruto was very quickly reminded of the fact that the other was going commando, considering he was now staring at the other's dick. He forced himself to look away, rubbing at the back of his neck and wincing.
"It didn't fall off. Or get cut off."
"That's you, though," Naruto whispered, glancing back at him, though his eyes immediately went down to the other's cock. He also vaguely noted that his pubes were black, and his skin was pale enough to be a vampire. At least he could be happy knowing he'd accurately pictured him in his head. He felt the brief, barely even remembered hint of an image he'd gotten of the other during his attempted escape had probably influenced him, but he chose to ignore that.
"I understand why you can't do it with someone else present, Naruto," the other said, pulling his pants back up, thank God, and doing them up once more. "I just don't see why it's so hard when you're alone."
"It just is," Naruto muttered, crossing his arms.
"Maybe you should try jacking off."
The blond's head snapped back. "What?" He laughed. "You're crazy."
"No, I'm serious." Essyu stared at him intently. "Did you not feel good the few times you did?"
"I don't know, I guess." Naruto shrugged, shoving his hands into the pockets of his sweats. "I was more focussed on just making the horniness go away, didn't really think much on how I was feeling."
Essyu snorted so loudly, Naruto wondered how such a noise had managed to come out of a human being.
"Do you trust me?"
"What do you mean?" The blond frowned.
"It's a pretty straightforward question." He could hear the smirk in the other's voice.
"Depends on what you're thinking," he said slowly.
"Just say you trust me, Naruto."
The blond licked his lips and shuffled his feet awkwardly. "Fine, I trust you."
Essyu turned around and walked back into the basement. Naruto cocked an eyebrow, but then the other returned with his mask. Somehow, the blond didn't think having his eyes covered was going to be a good idea in helping him get over this problem, but he didn't say anything and allowed Essyu to put it back on.
He heard the door close, and wondered for a brief moment if Essyu had left, but then he felt hands on his chest, pushing him backwards until his back hit the opposite wall, the barest hint of a spark of pain shooting up his spine again from his previous injuries. Essyu hadn't pushed hard, but his back hadn't completely healed yet, and while he'd been leaning against it of late, it still stung on occasion if one of his injuries pressed against a hard surface just right.
"What are we doing?" Naruto asked slowly, uncertainly.
"Don't worry," Essyu replied, clearly smirking. "I'm just going to give you a reason to stop being afraid."
Naruto doubted that, but before he could voice his doubt, the other's lips pressed against his own. Essyu moved them slowly against Naruto's, sucking on the blond's bottom lip, then licking along the seam of his mouth, continuously teasing his lips with his own without demanding entrance.
The blond went along with it, trying to mimic the other's actions, and biting down on Essyu's lower lip. He heard a low groan, and for a second, he wasn't sure who it had come from until he realized it was Essyu.
He felt his own breath hitch when cool fingers shifted up beneath his shirt, his stomach muscles jumping at the light touches, the blond grunting when those fingers found ticklish areas. It was weird to compare these touches to the ones he'd gotten from Ayuu at the beginning of his stay. While Ayuu's had been possessive and intent on causing discomfort, Essyu's were light, and sensual.
Pressing his lips harder against the other's, he parted them, and Essyu immediately took advantage of the invitation, pushing his tongue into Naruto's mouth and rolling it around the other's own muscle before exploring the rest of the orifice.
Naruto continued to keep track of the hands, unconsciously moving into the other's touches, enjoying the feel of the rough hands on his skin. Once they seemed done with discovering every inch of his stomach, they moved up to his chest, fingers circling his left nipple while the other hand rubbed against his right one.
Hissing once the kiss was broken, he felt lips slowly making their way down the side of his jaw to his neck. There was no warning before Essyu bit down hard on his pulse, Naruto letting out a loud grunt that could, in all honesty, have actually been a groan.
Tanned hands, which had previously been pressed flat against the wall behind the blond, moved up to bury themselves in soft hair, pulling Essyu closer. He almost let one trail down the other's back before catching himself and remembering the other's injuries. He just kept them both buried in his hair.
Essyu licked and sucked at his pulse for a few more seconds before making his way back up to Naruto's mouth, pressing his lips to the blond's and parting them, offering Naruto the chance to take charge.
Taking the other up on his offer, the blond lazily explored Essyu's mouth, letting his tongue tangle with his until he pulled away and reached down with one hand, catching the kidnapper's wrist when it started into his sweatpants.
"I'm not going to hurt you, Naruto," Essyu murmured against his lips, leaning forward so he could suck on the blond's bottom one.
"It's not that simple."
"Yes it is. You trust me, right? So trust that I won't hurt you."
I don't think I trust you that much, Naruto thought urgently, but for some reason, he couldn't get the words past his lips.
Essyu's hand hadn't moved or fought against the blond's grip, and maybe that was why he finally released it after a few minutes of silence between them. He didn't think he would ever truly understand why he'd decided to let his wrist go, but he really believed a large part of the reason was because Essyu hadn't tried to keep going.
Trust was earned, and somehow, Essyu had earned his.
Naruto's hands gripped Essyu's shoulders tightly, allowing the other to proceed. He could feel his breath starting to quicken and the kidnapper moved closer to him, biting at his ear for a second before breathing into it.
It took a few seconds for Naruto to realize that the other was trying to make him follow his breathing pattern, and he'd actually kind of unconsciously started to. Every time Essyu inhaled, Naruto would force himself to. Whenever he exhaled, the blond would slowly force the air from his lungs.
Resting his forehead against his own hand on Essyu's shoulder, he struggled to keep the same breathing pattern, Essyu's face now buried in his hair. Every time the other exhaled against his scalp, Naruto did, too.
He forced himself to pay attention to what was happening while following the other's breathing. Essyu was succeeded in making him hard, despite the fact that he wasn't feeling very turned on.
When Essyu shifted even closer, he could feel the other's clothed erection digging into his thigh. Naruto's hands tightened on his shoulders and he grit his teeth. He knew Essyu wasn't expecting anything, which was the only reason he didn't shove the other away.
Naruto's breathing began to quicken, and he struggled to match Essyu's again when he heard a chuckle.
"You're not hyperventilating, moron," the other teased.
A part of Naruto knew that, but another part was worried if he didn't slow his breathing, he soon would hyperventilate. His hips were jerking forward of their own accord, and Naruto's brain was screaming at him that this was a bad idea.
He had to stop this. This couldn't happen, not with someone who'd kidnapped him. He wouldn't fucking have Stockholm Syndrome, he refused!
Tightness was beginning to form in his stomach. It was going to be over soon, and he wanted to it to be, so badly, but he didn't at the same time, because he knew in the end if he let this go on any longer it wasn't going to end well for either of them. He couldn't do this, he had to put some distance.
He couldn't trust someone this completely so quickly, that was fucking wrong, things didn't work like that.
Just when release seemed imminent, he shoved Essyu away, hard. He heard the other hit the door from the force of his shove and Naruto turned away from him, covering his clothed cock with both hands.
He could hear Essyu breathing harshly behind him, and it took him a second to realize it was from pain. Because he'd shoved him into the door. His injured back had slammed against the hard surface.
"Can you please get out?" Naruto whispered, feeling like shit for pushing him away, and for hurting him.
Essyu didn't say anything, but he also didn't leave.
"Please just get out," the blond grit through clenched teeth.
A few seconds passed, then the door opened and shut behind him. Naruto stood in the bathroom, trying to will his erection away, his body angry with him for having been so close to release when he'd forced the pleasure to stop.
It took him almost ten minutes to get rid of his erection, and when he opened the door, he was roughly shoved back towards the bed, no doubt in his mind that it was now Ayuu.
Essyu didn't return to speak to him for the rest of the night.
September 25th, 10:14
Sasuke stared across the room at his wall, eyes tracing the many cracks present in the paint. He wondered if maybe he should go out and get some painting supplies and redo the inside of the house. It wasn't like they had any furniture he'd need to cover, and he was sure the landlord would appreciate it.
Basically, he just needed a distraction from Naruto. Any kind of distraction. Something which Itachi was both pleased and unhappy about. It seemed he was glad Sasuke suddenly wanted nothing to do with the blond, but he was unhappy that it meant he now had to take care of him.
But Sasuke didn't really want to face him. He hadn't known what he'd been expecting, but to have gotten as far as he had, and then get pushed away when he was positive Naruto was nearing his peak... What kind of message was that? How was he supposed to feel?
Scowling angrily at the wall for not having succeeded in distracting him, he shifted more comfortably onto his stomach and then carefully rolled onto his side to glare across the room out of the window. He was annoyed that Itachi had done this to him. Sasuke had been perfectly fucking happy before his brother had forced Naruto into their lives. Now he felt like he owned him. Like what happened the previous day wasn't meant to have been handled how it was. Why hadn't Naruto just cum?
Why let Sasuke get as far as jerking him off, and then not even fucking release? Wasn't that just contradictory? He was afraid of his cock, not of an orgasm, so how the fuck had that happened?
Growling under his breath, he tried to repeat to himself that it didn't matter because he would never see him again, but that really wasn't helping. It just made him want to go downstairs even more, because he knew that soon, he wouldn't ever see the blond again. He should be taking advantage of the time he had with him, right? But he couldn't fucking do that, because it was making everything harder.
It was a lose-lose for him, and he knew it, which only frustrated him further and made him wonder if it would be possible to kidnap Naruto once a year after they let him go so that Sasuke could do whatever he needed with him.
His door slamming open made the raven jump, and he turned his head to scowl at his brother, still lying on his stomach on his mattress, and found him holding the walkie-talkie out towards him.
"He's driving me insane with his incessant want to talk to you," Itachi snapped, clearly ready to go downstairs and strangle Naruto. "Talk to him before I shoot him."
"Can't you just gag him?" Sasuke muttered, turning his back on his brother and looking out the window again.
The walkie-talkie hit in him the head.
"Ow!" He turned around and hurled the closest book at his closing door. "Asshole!"
The walkie-talkie crackled and he turned to look at it.
"I'm not going to stop annoying you until you make Essyu take the walkie-talkie back. I got nothin' to do down here, I'm sure I can entertain myself with talking incessantly. And I know you didn't turn me down, because you don't want me to start screaming, which I might do anyway to get Essyu to talk to me."
Growling and snatching up the walkie-talkie, he depressed the button. "What?"
Silence for a few seconds. "Oh. I didn't... I thought Ayuu still had the, um... hey..."
"What?" he repeated.
"Can you stop being a dick? Clearly I'm trying to explain, you're just too impatient to let me get there. I thought I'd start with a good morning, and ask how your sleep was, and then get to the whole 'about last night' thing. But if you're gonna be a dick, I won't even bother telling you what I wanted to say."
"Fine, then don't." Sasuke threw the walkie-talkie across the room and rolled onto his other side, facing away from the window and the walkie-talkie. His back protested the action angrily, since his annoyance at the blond had caused him to move less carefully than he normally would have.
He expected Naruto to say something, but the machine was silent. After about a minute, he scowled and sat up, stalking over to it and checking it over, wondering if he'd broken it.
It was working fine, which meant the blond was being a stubborn dumbass. Well, Sasuke could be stubborn, too! So he just tossed it back where he'd found it and went back to bed.
His resolve lasted two more minutes before he stomped across the room again and picked it back up.
"Good morning, I slept fine, how are you?"
He released the button, pissed at himself for having given in, but Naruto had that affect on him. It was disconcerting.
"I'm alive, so I guess that counts for something." He heard fidgeting, suggesting he hadn't released the button, which meant he had more to say. "I missed you last night," the blond muttered. "I got bored and... I guess I felt kind of alone not having you around."
Sasuke snorted at that, but had the decency to not snort into the walkie-talkie. "Your own fault."
"Yeah, I know. I guess I just panicked."
"You let me get as far as bringing you to the point of completion, and then panicked?" he asked skeptically. "That's the most retarded excuse on the planet."
"I didn't panic about that," Naruto snapped, obviously defensive. "I just don't really fancy going home with Stockholm Syndrome, which seems moot considering I think it's too fucking late!"
Sasuke heard a clatter downstairs, and knew Naruto had just tossed his walkie-talkie across the basement. Unfortunately, unlike Sasuke, he didn't have the luxury of going to pick it up if he changed his mind about talking some more.
The raven sat on his futon for a few minutes, trying to make sense of what the blond had just said. He knew what Stockholm Syndrome was. Of course he did, Sasuke watched television. He also knew it was meant to take a lot longer than this, but to be fair, most of the cases of Stockholm Syndrome he knew about didn't involve as much contact as he and Naruto had had.
They usually consisted of months and months of just brief interactions. Sasuke may as well have been living downstairs with Naruto, at this point. They had clicked so quickly, and the raven had already liked him beforehand so this was just...
"This is bad," he whispered to himself seconds before he heard Naruto scream his name up the stairs.
Leaping to his feet, he hurried out of his room, intercepting Itachi in the corridor. He looked murderous.
"I'll handle it," Sasuke muttered, hurrying to the basement door and opening it, Itachi turning around to head back to his temporary room. "Stop yelling, moron. Ayuu will put a bullet in your head."
"I threw the walkie-talkie away." Naruto almost sounded like he was whining. "I couldn't get it back."
"Then stop tossing it across the room like an idiot," Sasuke insisted, descending the stairs once he'd closed the door at the landing. He turned the corner once he reached the bottom and walked towards the blond, shoving his hands in the pockets of his pyjama pants.
Naruto was looking down into his lap, even though the action was pointless since he couldn't see, but Sasuke supposed it was just habit. He was also playing with the bullet hole present in the blanket, almost widening it. Sasuke figured he'd have to get him another one soon, with the way Itachi kept putting holes in it.
"So," Sasuke said slowly. "Stockholm, huh?"
The blond snorted. "Yeah. Go figure." He shook his head. "It's just... I can't help but feel that under normal circumstances... I think you and I would be better friends than I am with Kiba." Naruto winced, as if feeling bad for having said that. "It's just... weird. I mean, I've not told anyone about the pedo from my childhood, not even Kiba knows. And I certainly haven't ever let anyone touch my dick, and when we were doing, you know, what we were doing yesterday... I felt like if I came because of you it would just make things worse."
He laughed bitterly and shook his head. "Fuck, this is so stupid. I think I actually legitimately like you. I thought stopping you would help me decide I couldn't like you, because if I did, I wouldn't have been able to make you stop, but then all I could think about the whole night was you. Every time the door opened I would hope to hear 'Rule Britannia, Scarecrow' and every time it was just Ayuu and I just..."
The blond inhaled deeply and shook his head again. "This is fucked up. This is so fucked up."
Sasuke let out a sigh and raked one hand through his hair, moving over to the futon and climbing onto it. He shifted closer to the wall beside the blond, but didn't lean back against it—his back wasn't ready for that yet—and stared at the opposite wall, pressing his lips together.
"What's the reverse of Stockholm Syndrome?" Naruto asked quietly.
"Lima Syndrome," Sasuke replied.
"You have that?"
"Yup."
"Hm." The blond shifted so he was leaning back against the wall. "So what do we do now?"
"I have no idea."
