Marked For Life Chapter 10: Tempting, a naruto fanfic

Author's Rant: Enjoy the next chapter guys ^_^

Tempting

There were far too many emotions going through Naruto's body, he couldn't grasp the first or the next. The diner portion was a litter of small around tables meant for the company between one and four people. The place was packed to capacity, all sexes, and colors, appetizers ranging from a plate of cheese nachos, potato skins, hot and bbq wings, and a variety of other edible goodies. Yellow and red plastic cups provided their over twenty-one year old guests with a delicious reason to have those glossed eyed expressions, which was why Naruto never worried about a case of stage fright or cared for being embarrassed—of course he could dance, thank you very much. But he never had to wonder about judgment because the folks were too drunk off their asses to notice shit.

No open gaps were between the crooked pathways bunched between each table, and between those openings were individuals lined in chairs that couldn't get in in time to reserve a table.

That? Now that was what Naruto had expected when he came in this evening. They were who he was used too, who he was accustomed to performing for because it'd always been the same for the six years he'd danced for the Melon Genesis. But with a change, came a difference—and goddamn what a sweet, fine difference it was.

Beneath the fluctuating sky lights alternating between cool blues, greens and whites to darker reds and oranges, they seemed to always fall in a symbolic worship of Sasuke's body. Naruto's throat went through a stage of being bone dry, so desperate for a cup of liquid.

Damn.

Had he really bought that outfit for Sasuke with a clear head? Shit, I set myself up for failure if I did, Naruto grimly chastised himself.

Every shred of blue in Naruto's sockets concentrated a dangerous travel up and down Sasuke's body from the hands shoved smoothly in his pockets, to the lazy lap of his mile-long legs crossed over the other. He was wearing a form fitted, long sleeved black, and cobalt blue Henley shirt, with the island's tribal designs sliding up and down both sides and centered on his right shoulder in a larger display, in a merging yellow and orange. All three buttons peeled away to the center of the small piece of skin not covered in fur; in the mid portion of epically toned pectorals that made Naruto's tongue dangle. Dark black jeans baggily hung by a brown belt and his clawed toes were stuffed inside some low top black Forces.

A plain, black snap-back fitted was pulled down over his eyes so low, Naruto had to softly lower himself in their next bow to see those eyes were indeed on him. Sasuke's expression didn't give Naruto anything to go by on what he was thinking. He didn't know what to make of his face.

Jesus, so sexy.

Naruto swallowed sand.

Naruto tried to control his nervousness as he racked every speckle of blue in his eyes over Sasuke's face, wishing he could telepath for the bastard to go home instead of sitting there looking every bit a Greek masterpiece. He'd gone lightheaded; a dizzying side effect from what he knew was the smell of his own ecstasy.

A sharp snap gave the second signal for the team to rise from their bow. Naruto swallowed hard and mentally rattled his teeth loose. It was bad enough he was making a spectacle of himself, eyeing Sasuke like a dog for his steak, but he'd be damned if he let himself get embarrassed.

All he had to do was block out the image of the man and things will sail from there. No biggie. Just focus, stay calm and before he knew it, he'd be waltzing down the side steps to ask the fool what he was doing here getting him all hot and bothered.

"Psst, Naruto, ease back man," Kiba whispered out the corner of his mouth.

Naruto blinked, looking from side to side to see he was the only one in the previous pose instead of the next. Ah shit. He knew Zabuza was probably in the back looking for the best bullet to blast in his head. Naruto scattered brained as he was, managed to take a one step back and got into the same position as Kiba, arms up, left leg out.

He could do this. He could do this. Think of something other than Sasuke. Think not of how, of how. . .

Naruto's eyes were back to that black gaze like magnets.

In the murky background in his mind, he was glad something clicked in his head to recognize the music when the volume overtook the bass speakers on either side of the stage.

Mi man, mi say
Nuff gyal a road a chase you lately
Mi know, the truth
But that don't bother me
So tell dem gyal dem, oooh
And tell ya friend dem, oooh

Hinata and TenTen took the front of the stage to begin their half of the dance; Naruto remained in the back going through a mirage of short knee highs and long waves with their arms. The boys heads swayed as they waited, biding their time with the same moves, the same repeated slides and turns until their favorite part came to the chorus. This would knock the audience through a loop. They always got a kick out of Naruto and Kiba kicking something different each year. This wouldn't be any different.

My gun a go gun shot, in a dem blood claat
Anywhere dem which part, any way dem go
So tell dem gyal deh Yoooo, tell dem gyal say YOLO
My gun a go shot, in a dem blood claat
Anywhere dem which part, any way dem go
So tell dem gyal dem yooo, mek dem gyal dem know

They hustled to the front and hunched their backs, smacking their shoulders with the other hand, then the same to the opposite and wormed their sides left and right. Kiba and Naruto played it off swiping back their hair and wiggled in a way that could've made folks think they had some snake in their blood. The audience, mostly women, went crazy, cheering and hooping at getting some sexy samba. Kiba smiled, Naruto grinned like a mad man as they shuffled their feet in a crisscross, and buckled back behind the girls for their turn to persuade the audience in their favor.

Mi man, he say
I'm crazy over you ba-bayy
No matter what
They can't get in between us
So tell dem gyal dem, oooh
And tell ya friend dem, oooh

Naruto and Kiba blended back, watching Hinata and TenTen's own kind of swish and frolic with the knee length hula grass skirts and sequence flaring bando bras, a tingling bright pink, just like the mini shorts winking between swings. Sexy oh yes, they handled themselves well, keeping their arms hung like vines around their sides, and wiggling in tune to their bodies.

Naruto felt himself getting back into rhythm, even if his eyes kept falling to Sasuke every now and then—mostly to see his reaction to the dance. It wasn't traditional par say, but it was all in good fun. He caught Sasuke's part oil, part midnight eyes trained solely on him. Naruto turned his head, chin high, meeting him dead center, never bowing out of his stride.

It was their turn again.

The girls swagger to the side of the stage, giving majority of the room to Kiba and Naruto for the sudden palm press to the flood that levitated their legs in the air. They switched hands for minutely one hand stands, flipping their hips in a way damn near impossible for any man. Then they suddenly fell flat on the flood in a push up and saucily grinded the floor with boneless fluency. The screams cracked windows, the howls shook the floors. Kiba met Naruto's eyes and the two gave one last front chest roll before jack-knifing to their feet and hustling to the back.

Zagga! I am de girls dem sugar
Sometimes mi girlfriend wonder, hehehehe
Lemme tell you somethin
Beenie Man, zagga dem!
I'm a G (na na na na)
The girls them provide the lock for my key
You alone, me ah pree
You fulfill all my desires for me
So go go tell a gyal, oooh
And her friend dem, ooohhh

Naruto froze, blinking bewildered when he noticed Sasuke gone from his place. He looked around discreetly for him to find the Cat Beast in a new setting, in one of the tables closest to the stage. He pulled it off so well, it looked like he vanished from one seat to the next; Sasuke sat the same way he had before, not a bit ruffled. Naruto licked his chapped lips and daringly let what he was feeling shine like magic in his eyes and thought whether Sasuke could catch the hint in anyway.

For a moment, he knew he had, because it was there in Sasuke's eyes, shining back at him; with an overwhelming allure to the black flame. And then Naruto turned away again as just as he saw Kiba getting prepared for their last solo piece, their shared look interrupted.

But Naruto knew what that look meant. He knew it all the way through and it piled his stomach to his windpipes with feathers.

I love it when you're on top
worst when you go backshot
None ah dem nah have that
Some of dem running we a go tell dem gal yoolo
We a go tell dem gal yoolo
'cause I love it when you're on top
worst when you go backshot
None ah dem nah have that
Some of dem running we a go tell dem gal yoolo
We a go tell dem gal yoolo

Naruto mis-stepped, but he caught himself half way to the floor, turning in a swift three sixty, flexing his back for the crowd. Kiba left's came up for Naruto's right and they shared a look, bowing their backs in and out fast, hunching their shoulders, before giving the crowd their last seductive rumble. Three slaps to the thighs sent them back to the middle of the stage to duet with their partnered girl. Naruto to TenTen, Kiba to Hinata. It was the last part of the performance, everything from there the pairs would do in sync.

Hey hey, hey pretty Nicki! Meet Admiral Dickie
Friend dem a tell mi say you have the sticky sticky
Gyal how yuh hot, and yuh sexy and pretty
Me, yuh cherry mi want picky
But it's not every girl in my life I've introduced to my momma
But you are the girl I man choose to give honor
So when some careless gyal a come with them silly drama
Tell dem pause like a sentence, mi using the comma
Mek we visit Marc Jacobs and call the weddin planner
For a romantic settin in the middle of di savanna
Cause love is in di air and ah wave like a banner
Now the heart inna mi chest is like a hammer!

It was the only rest they'd receive in this song. The slowest and lowest dip in the dance. The males had their hands on the girl's hips, the girl cupping the side of his face, guiding his chin to her shoulder as they sensually floated down to the floor. Naruto looked up to Sasuke, locking gazes with his face for what came next. He kept his hands look on TenTen, the Kiba the same to Hinata and just as the song picks up beat shook his crotch to her ass that had the entire crowd on their feet. Hinata and TenTen bent their backs far until all their hair fluttered on the floor, Kiba and Naruto's faces buried deep in their stomachs.

They swung the girls to their feet and separated, doing the remainder of the dance in a faster jig, stomping their feet to the ground, then pressed their hands down to the ball of their knees, bucking their shoulders in a simultaneous flow of their bodies left, right, way back and then hopped to their feet. The pulse of the music died to steady beats, until all that stood were the foursome, smiles stretched as high as their arms overhead.

If there was ever a time for earplugs, it would've been the moment the spine-vibrate praise came soaring across the room like jets. Clapping was a thing of the past; their voices deafened the entire chamber like a wash of rain. Naruto smiled, not a tooth speared the gleam of spotlights above. Naruto automatically scoured the between the wall of bodies for Sasuke's eyes and went instantly glued. His already dry throat went even more drained and his eyes widened incredulously as he stared heatedly at the Cat Beast's narrow reed thin gaze, keeping him rooted to the stage with his eternal darkness alone.

Naruto couldn't have moved if he got burned. He didn't know what to do about his heartbeat going into mach five, pin poning from one side of his ribs to the other. All his air was sucked from his lungs and he was grateful for someone, he assumed Kiba, dragging him off the stage by his arm.

That look.

Naruto quietly wondered if those where the same eyes a rabbit saw in a hawk's eyes before they swooped in; a predatory gleam that had no business making Naruto want to go back there and drop to his knees. All of his insides were fuzzed like the outside of spoiled peaches, but oh how he felt so damn gooey on the inside.

They all piled into the backroom, a sweated mess and bundle of excitement as they listened to their fans demand more.

Kiba dragged toward the benches dropping Naruto's heap on first and then went off to get some water. Naruto kind of heard him talking to him, but it came like that wah, wah, wah noise that teacher made on the peanuts show. Sasuke was just . . . damn; Naruto didn't know what adjective to go with for that man. Sexy just wasn't doing its job anymore in describing the energy, the absolute lust that swarmed Naruto's brain. And the way he wore that shirt, oh mercy, ivory should be named Sasuke.

"—ruto. Naruto, hey!"

Naruto jolted back to life, staring around frantically to remember where he was. The fuck? He found Kiba to his right, giving him a worried look. Naruto hoped the look of 'fuck me' expression wasn't that pronounced on his face. The last thing he needed was Kiba going wonky on him. "Yeah, yeah, what's up?"

"Did you hear a word I said?"

"No," Naruto got a better grip on himself and tried again. "What'd you say?"

Kiba rolled his eyes, "I said I'm gotta ask Hinata out tonight. You think she'll go for me?" Naruto was lost in his daze again. Kiba growled every drop of irritation in his throat and snapped a few to grab his friend's attention again. "Dude, what the hell? What's going on with you?"

"Sasuke's out there."

Kiba hacked out all the water that threatened to kill him. He swiped at his nose and looked to Naruto, eyes wide as saucer plates, "You shittin' me right?"

"I shit you not," Naruto hoarsed, taking a long time swig of the water. "I saw him in the audience."

"The fuck is he doing out there in front of people! The dude's a walking clip bag." Kiba's voice lowered ominously like he heard someone casting spells from the next room. "Is uh—did you see Kyuubi?"

Naruto looked at him then, finally giving the brunette his full attention. When he did of course, it was to deliver the biggest shit eater's grin in the universe, "I think so. I think he was by the bar but all he did was keep his eyes on you." Naruto shrugged having done his civic duty and out the corner of his eye, watched Kiba's slanted eyes shifty uneasily, turn to the wall and down into the few drops of water left in his cup.

Kiba turned to him mouth open to respond, then he closed it with a sigh and abruptly stood, "Fuck this," he grumbled. "I'm gonna go find Hinata. Catch up with me later."

"Sure," Naruto waved him off, a tiny spark of guilt electrocuting his mind. Maybe he'd taken it too far, teasing Kiba. He hadn't really seen Kyuubi out there, but most likely if Sasuke was roaming the streets, Kyuubi wasn't too far away. As easy as it was, Naruto wished he could hear his own advice when playing around with Kiba and Kyuubi's vibes, but he wasn't as keen to his own instincts. There was just something, just so many things Naruto wanted to do and all of it revolved around Sasuke.

On one hand he wanted to jump the guys bones and make him spell his name, front and back in tongues. Then on the other, whenever they did get close enough to smell each other, Naruto pondered the apprehensive emotions that ran through him. By giving his body, he was giving away a level of trust that he couldn't afford to have with Sasuke. The guy radiated mysterious, secrecy he just wasn't up to sharing. And still Naruto had to wonder about who this Minato person was. What was their connection to Sasuke?

"Kiba please, we can't."

"Come on baby, why not?"

Kiba braced himself against the wall beside the back side doorway.

Hinata sighed, clutching her hands, her eyes shyly darting to the floor, "Neji will be upset."

"That's because he's not ready to see his baby sister grow up," Kiba smiled softly at her, shaking his finger. "Don't tell me you haven't been thinking about me. I saw the way you stared at my ass."

"Kiba!" Hinata hid behind her hands, face retreating its milky white color to a blushing rose and looking just as lovely. "Don't say things like that. It's inappropriate."

"The way you were dancing up there was inappropriate," he blinked slowly up and down her body. It was amazing how a girl this fine didn't understand the power she could will with the simplest gesture. All she had to do was flick her wrist and a line of men would be coming to kiss it.

She was beautiful, impossibly gorgeous. Long, perfectly straight black hair, wide doe like pearl eyes and a body—good gracious—that curved like a slinky. She had hips perfected for grabbing and legs that refused to end. And those breasts? Kiba was all too familiar with those chocolate gum drops from a year back when he sucked them between his teeth the night when Neji had left for work. She had a voice made for moaning his name. It didn't help that she smelled sweet enough to lap his tongue all over her body too.

And knowing she was a virgin really made him want her more, "Babe, what can it hurt?" He asked, pushing off the wall. "I thought you liked me." His arm curved around her waist as he backed them further into a dark corner.

"Kiba, we mustn't," Hinata squirmed at the press of full lips on her neck. Then she softly giggled. "Someone will see us."

"Hmm mmm let 'em see," A hint of arousal burrowed deep in Kiba's chest as he guided his hands around to cup her supple ass. "You smell so good baby."

"Kiba. . ."

Kiba pulled his head back, and this time the gaze was slower, the smile more prominent and lazier. Hinata felt her cheeks flare up and tried not to show how nervous she was, ducking her head timidly to hide both her flush and the heartbeat in her stomach.

"Hey," Kiba murmured, and stepped forwards grinding his erection against her, waiting until she looked at him. "I've waited a long ass time to get to know you better, but I never thought you'd look at me. How many times have I tried to holla at cha' but you always said no."

"A lot of times, I guess." She meekly confessed.

"Too many times. Now how long you plan on making me wait, huh? I'm fine, you're sexy, we'd look good together."

"Maybe," Hinata's low mumble was cut off as Kiba lowered his head and pressed their lips gently together. Hinata gasped, eyes wide and Kiba rolled his tongue into her mouth with a heavy demand. She mingled in it more, landing her hands on his shoulders and pressing down. Kiba moaned, he felt her body molding against him, her weakening defenses letting him in.

"So this is what you do in your spare time, huh?"

Kiba growled savagely under his breath and Hinata pushed him away, straightening out her clothes. Of all the fucking moments to come butt his fucking nose in. Damn Kyuubi.

"Dude, what the fuck?" Kiba griped angrily. "Are you serious right now?"

Kyuubi's constant glam, that look of misconduct or devilment was nowhere in sight. Kiba actually flinched from how intense those spring green eyes looked; almost as ruthless as a—a killer. The Fox Beast was wearing solid long sleeve black thermal and equally whole black jeans devouring his entire body with the look of a bouncer. Kiba did a mad sweep over the way the color seemed to draw Kyuubi like a portrait, an outline art that magically came to life and casually draped in a color or two. All his hair looked like a victim's suicide from underneath a snap back black cap, all the red oozing on all sides.

"I was lookin' for you, Baby Boy. Now I see why I couldn't find ya," Kyuubi said in a voice heavy and thick as stone. He gave Kiba a cool look a beat later and shrugged. He gave Hinata a similar glance and nothing more. "So this ya honey dip?"

Kiba blanched, "What? Don't call her that. Show some respect man, Hinata ain't a fling."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah, dumbass. Now do ya mind?" Kiba stressed with his eyes.

Kyuubi's look grew colder. "Cool, do you man." His sky height loomed over both humans like an airplane as he purposely walked between Kiba and Hinata, going out the backdoor with a none-too-gentle shove, rattling the raggedy frame like a can of rocks.

Kiba frowned. He couldn't have looked away from the swinging door if he tried.

And . . . he wondered what the fuck was going on with Kyuubi because if he recognized that look from anywhere and he was deeply shitting himself he really assumed this, but . . . he'd almost thought the guy was. . .

Nah, hell nah, fuck nah. He wasn't. No way.

He couldn't have been.

Naruto had been so content with staring inside the residue drops in his cup and the reflection inside that he hadn't noticed he was the only one left in the room, but he did notice when that silent harmony was spoiled by an accented voice, gravelly liquidized in his eardrums, "You're still back here."

All kinds of sin flushed throughout Naruto's body like a wildfire and every fiber of hair fastened to the sky like reaching out with pine needles for sunlight. Naruto couldn't look at him, but he could feel the protruding presence of Sasuke's like a mouse with nowhere to run. He swallowed, throat as dry as ever. Licking his lips was like swiping paper over gravel, and he wished for a way to break through the braided knots in his mouth, but came up with nothing.

Either talk or look at him, was all he had choose.

His head a was a useless mush, so he opted for gradually turning to the side and paled, heart galloping like a greyhound when he saw Sasuke looming in the doorway, height and dark complexity devouring the entrance. Phantom black eyes were lazily looking him over, firmly thin lips stretched in a straight line and the hat on his head, tilted so only one pupil could pierce Naruto like a spear.

Naruto shuddered, opened his mouth to say something, anything at all, but nothing came out. He was absolutely star struck.

The Cat Beast's lips moved up a smidge in the corner. Naruto's eyes widened as he leaned off the door frame and walked—fuck that, he glided in on oil— igniting a bonfire in his loins. That wasn't walking, it was foreplay. Just from the look on his face, Naruto knew Sasuke knew what how he was effecting. And the sexy son of bitch was leering every bit like the cat he licked the cream.

"You weren't home when I got back," Sasuke said. "So I came looking for you."

Still nothing. Naruto was lost.

"I never knew you could dance like that," Sasuke was merciless, he hunkered down to his heels, less than a breath away from Naruto's chest, which he gave a lingering glance before reaching in his eyes. "The way you moved," Sasuke chuckled darkly. "I almost thought that was just for me."

Ooh, ooh, Naruto just knew he drifted away like a dandelion fluff in a breeze. Head light and body incredibly dulled to everything but the furiously sultry pleasure swimming through his nervous system, Naruto nodded dumbly, his tongue thick and salty.

Sasuke's smile became wicked and slowly, very slowly said, "So it was for me? Interesting."

Naruto snapped back like the bobble head out of water and frowned, "Say what?" he mumbled half stupid.

"That dance earlier," Sasuke stood and sat on the vacant space next to Naruto and leaned in, the air from his words coolly smelling sweet with water and mint. He licked his lips, "I think you were trying to tell me something."

Naruto wobbled like someone discovering his branch wasn't sturdy and mentally slapped himself silly. What the fuck was wrong with him? How many times was he going to make an ass out of himself in front of this man? You can only get these chances once. Naruto cleared his throat, chin jutted out and looked at Sasuke from behind his lashes, "Maybe I was." He could be daring too.

"Hm, tell me then," Sasuke leaned in, and rubbed his nose against Naruto's shoulder, rolling the mangling fruity scents on his tongue before swallowing. "What is it you want to tell me?"

Naruto stiffly held back a shiver, a rougher sound coming from his lips, "Ain't it obvious?" he murmured.

Sasuke felt drugged, languidly hypnotized into a bloom of fire. That bright, uniquely blond hair was very enticing, begging for his claws to scrap through and his skin . . . . The more Sasuke let his eyes roam over him, the more he grew to appreciate his looks. The guy was attractive, sculpted like pure bronze, torso, legs and arms, all a muscular treat he craved to explore. He casually had a taste for long legs, and dark skin. But when combined in a single package, that was a whole different game.

And Naruto wore it well.

Sasuke looked up and waited until Naruto did the same. They both took in the same breathe, possibly seeing in the other's eyes that read so much of what was crackling in the air. Sasuke suddenly chortled, a roaring rumble in his chest that crossed between a revving engine and a laugh, "Make it clear for me."

Brilliant blue cranked down on pure onyx, a smirk curled those caramel lips, "I can do that." Naruto raised his head.

"—yeah I know he's down here somewhere."

The stomping sounds, the raising voices and approaching audience withered the spell to smoke. Naruto shot to his feet in time catching Kyuubi's ears sagged to his scalp, "Ah shit, my bad!" He hollered backing out the door. "Lock the door if ya'll gonna be sinning up in here." TenTen who'd escorted him to the room had already left him to his fate and he almost felt bad for interrupting.

Naruto grinned sheepishly, "Nah, nah its fine. We weren't doing anything, but talking. Right?" He turned back to an empty space. Sasuke was gone and beside Kyuubi in a minute.

"What is it?" Sasuke tenured annoyed.

But Kyuubi didn't look the slightest bit amused. There was no joke in his gaze. He was dead serious. "Gotta jet a minute. I need to show ya something."

Sasuke shoved his hands in his pockets, flicking his ears straight back under his cap, "Alright," He looked to Naruto and barked a soft, "Stay here." Before he and Kyuubi walked out.

"Why, Sasuke wait," Naruto clamored back at the hardened cast of black eyes, frosted over so hard from the warmth that shun before. What, what just happened there? Had he done something wrong? Was there something wrong? Naruto frowned so confused. One minute he was ready and amped for whatever and now Sasuke just ups and leaves?

Naruto snorted like a raged bull and started snatching off his costume. Fuck it. Fine. Let him act as he wanted. Naruto was going to get some answers though, he knew that much. He needed to take shower anyway. Might as well work out some stress while he was in there too.

His dick was hard enough to smash a building. And he knew he was going to get off real good just thinking about how close he'd gotten to Sasuke.

The late evening wasn't clear this time. It was covered, royally dusted with streaks of thin clouds and the wind so subtly carrying them along. No stars, barely the glimpse of the moon and a couple of shining beacons in the sky. The Cat and Fox Beasts stood out on the ring of metal circling the Tiki Hut, minds muted of the excitement, the robust hustle, or suggestive glances. Their minds were honed in on something.

Sasuke and Kyuubi stayed trained to the sky, and watched and listened and felt every hair prickle to life on their bodies

"You see him?" Kyuubi wrinkled through his fangs.

Sasuke's eyes dilated lethally straight like hooked daggers, "Yeah, I see him."

Kyuubi licked his lips, a hungry boiling in his bloodstream, "Tsk, that motherfucka' thinks he slick."

"Let him think what he wants," Sasuke assured, gripping the steel riles between his palms. The bar came back a perfect imprint. "We'll get his ass before he strikes." Sasuke's ears flickered. "For now, we'll wait and see what he does first."

"Fine by me," Kyuubi sucked his teeth, bumping off the rail to head back inside. Sasuke wasn't long behind him, backing away slowly, his eyes breaking from his target by the shade of the canopy.

Up above, the clouds dispersed, a wound carved by an invisible blade, bleeding the moon's glow.

The shadow of wings gripped the crescent edges like a vise. Silent and keyed in, so profoundly on its prey; there would be a moment of strike soon.

Very soon.

Song: Nicki Minaj feat. Beenie Man: Gun Shot