Disclaimer: I'd love to own his fine ass!
Author's note: Haaa, we've arrived at a more serious point in the story, so beware of some angst. I'm talking triggers concerning rape, past physical/sexual abuse, mentions of drug and alcohol abuse and blood/violence involving a child (and all flashback wise), so if you can't handle any of that then you may exit this story. *sigh*
"If I could turn back the hands of time, I would..
Freeze the clocks, and
start all over.
I would love you all the way just
like I should.." ( - Torture. Austin Mahone. /SasuNaru.)
Warnings: GRAPHIC DEPICTION/MENTIONS OF DRUG ADDICTION, ALCOHOLISM AND PHYSICAL/SEXUAL CHILD ABUSE. A character suffering through a mental illness. ANGST. May be triggering for some readers. 18+
Chapter 14 - Gluttons For Punishment.
"U-Ugh, Mama! Mama! Maaama!"
His five year old self kicked and screamed to the top of his lungs in his bed, the stomach-churning monster that towered over him forcing his pajama pants down his legs. He choked out a sob as he fought back and tried to stop the large, cold hands pulling at his pajamas, but the monster, the monster that resided in human flesh, had the upper hand and ended up covering his mouth. His bright eyes flew wide in terror, but thankfully his squirming caused the hand to slip off his mouth, momentarily.
"–M-Mamaaa!" However, at that moment, he felt something cold and sharp press against stomach, and immediately stopped resisting. He knew what would happen. His father covered his mouth once more, to be sure he wouldn't start screaming, again, and helpless tears brimmed in blue eyes.
So, when his mother approached the door of his bedroom and asked what was going on, he was unable to tell her what she couldn't see was at his abdomen.
"H-He's fine. He was being naughty and doesn't want to be punished. You know how he is," The man explained to the woman, his lie solid and voice unwavering.
The woman nodded and then took a look at her child.
The child laid there with his mouth covered, but frantically shook his head to his mother, muffling whimpers into the sickening hand. His plead for help was muffled, but the tears running along the sides of his face should have been enough for her to realize what was going on. He wished she could to SEE that. He wanted her to finally believe him!
But, when he saw the way she shook her head, so exhaustedly, he knew that this time she wouldn't 'open' her eyes either. "I warned you, Menma. Now take your punishment like a behaved child." She said to him, in that frail tone she always used.
When his mother walked away, disappearing from his sight, his eyes blurred with thick tears. His body began to quiver uncontrollably in shock as his father removed his underwear and flipped him on his stomach, the knife still threatening him beneath his shirt. Sobbing, his body burned and ached as the monster did as he pleased with him. He could feel the vomit rising in his throat in reaction to the heavy scent of drugs and alcohol wafting into his nostrils. What was happening to him? He went limp, his mind in a state of darkness. It hurt. It hurt, but he was numb. His small body in so much pain he wanted to die, but at the same time he was numb. If he died..., surely he'd finally be free.
Unable to take any more of the hell he was living in, he began to scream out in agony, so loud that it was piercing. Even though the blade at his stomach could kill him, he didn't care. He just wanted this to end. His body went cold after he sensed the blade slice his flesh, blood rapidly pooling under him.
"–Stop!" Menma lurched up from his sleep, his heart pounding so hard and intensely he thought it would stop at any moment. His skin was pale and he had broken out in a cold sweat while he had been asleep. He swallowed, looking to see that he wasn't there anymore. He shoved his hands into his hair, hunching over his pulled up knees and gripped at the strands.
He hated those nightmares..., no, more like replays of the past. It terrified him. He sobbed quietly, thick tears rolling down his cheeks and struggled with breathing. He wanted them to stop. His hands trembling, he dragged them out of his hair and worked to calm himself. He wasn't there anymore. He didn't have to be frightened anymore. He was stronger than that now. His hand traveled down to his abdomen and he clutched his scar. He survived...
He finally took in a deep breath and then threw the comforter aside, swinging his feet off to the side of the bed before leaning over and pulling out the drawer of the nightstand at his bedside, retrieving a bottle of prescription medication out of it. He wasn't losing his mind, he was sure of that. He opened medication and poured three into the palm of his hand, his teeth gritting as he did so. He stared at the pills in his hand, hating that he needed to rely on them to be at ease his torment, but he threw them back without any water.
He got a grip on his trembling and sat there calmly for a while before he glanced at the clock on the wall in his room and found that it was time that he got ready for school. "Damn it." He muttered, frowning. He would ask Itachi for a ride because he in no way felt like catching the train this morning.
He stood and pulled the t-shirt he wore up over his head, tossing it in the dirty clothes bin in the room. He needed a shower. His fingers threading through his hair, a few tresses falling back in place at the front of his head, he felt a throb. Shit, now he had a headache.
Deidara laughed out humorlessly, setting the hairbrush down on the sink counter. "You're honestly not going to give me an answer, Itachi?" He was pissed off and he wasn't letting it go this time.
"Hn," Itachi situated the watch onto his wrist, a dismissive sigh leaving him. "I simply don't understand why that is the first topic of discussion you want to have this morning. You requested that we go out for breakfast and now you're suddenly asking me-"
"I want to have the discussion because I want to have the discussion," Deidara cut him off, harshly, strolling out of the adjoined bathroom to Itachi's bedroom and a dark eyebrow lifted at him. Deidara hesitated, going quiet for a moment when he saw the acute expression Itachi pinned him with before he chalked up the nerve, again. "Look, Itachi, I don't have time for your mind games," He leveled his lover a look, taking a seat on the bed. "For some reason you think I'm that dumb that I wouldn't notice anything. Do you really think I'm that simple-minded not to see it, Itachi?" He asked directly, the impassive Uchiha turning away from him and strolling back into the walk-in closet.
"I don't think you're simple-minded, Deidara, and I have exactly no idea what it is you're getting at," Itachi's smooth, indifferent response drifted out of the closet.
"In bimani ast," Deidara snorted in Farsi, glancing off to the side and then he raised his voice, so that way Itachi would hear him loud and clear, with no way to avoid the question, "Are you screwing the kid, Itachi? That's what I'm getting at. Are you screwing Uzumaki Menma, your student?"
There was momentary silence that engulfed the room before Itachi came sauntering out of the closet mid slipping on a black, long-sleeved shirt and looked at Deidara with an eyebrow cocked in insult. "Is that a serious question, Deidara? You're asking me if I'm having sex with someone else when I gave you my word that if I were to do that I would tell you?" He said, putting on his shirt completely and then bringing his arms across his chest. "You have that little trust in me?"
Deidara put his hands out to either side of himself, his mouth pursed. "I didn't say I don't trust you at all, but I can tell by the way you two look at each other. Sorry if I simply caught onto that," He flashed him a sarcastic smile, Itachi's sharpening gaze locking his.
"No, I'm not having sex with him. Nor am I doing anything you haven't given me permission to do, Deidara." He simply told him, reclining back against the wall beside the closet entrance.
His eyes going wide, Deidara felt his heart tighten at the way Itachi just said what he said and immediately he got up off the bed. "What the hell's that supposed to mean, un?" He sneered through his teeth, glaring. When the Uchiha seemed to appear thinking to himself for a little too long, he stormed up to him and grabbed him by the front of his shirt, forcing slate eyes to look down at him. "You just told me you weren't fucking him!"
A furrow marring Itachi's brow, he grabbed the blond by the wrist and removed his grip off of his shirt. "I'm not, Deidara."
"Then what the fuck is it that you are doing, Itachi?!" He yelled, enraged at this point.
Stretching his arms up above his head, Menma carried his backpack on his back and strolled down the hall after leaving out of his room. He had taken a quick five minute shower and was able to clear his head enough to focus on getting to school. He headed for Itachi's bedroom to ask him if he could drive him to school, but then he heard him having a discussion with.. Deidara. Great, he hadn't even known the model was here. His ears quirked at the mention of his name and he stopped, his eyebrows crinkling.
"You... kissed him?"
"Yes, Deidara. I kissed him, but it's not like it meant anything. He's a brat and I was simply delving into some fun."
For some reason, unbelievably agitated hearing that, Menma scoffed and went storming into the room, Itachi and Deidara's eyes greeting him on entry. However, Menma looked directly at Itachi, laughably. "Is that what you've decided to tell him? That all we did was kiss?"
Itachi's facial expression hardened and Deidara stayed silent, eying the Uzumaki skeptically.
Menma smirked slightly, amused. "Like, c'mon, what are we? Nine? I'm not a kid, so don't try and treat the situation as if it were an innocent one, Itachi." Even more annoyed by the warning in the dark glare on him, he then turned his gaze onto Deidara and showed him a cheeky smile. "Your boyfriend obviously doesn't want to admit everything to you, so let me help you out a little. Your boyfriend put his dick in my mouth, all on his own, in almost every room in this place and he enjoyed it every time. But, you know what? Now that I mention it, he might have enjoyed pleasuring me way more than I did pleasing him," He said with a laugh, giving a shrug and Itachi seemed to tense, his dark eyes now appearing to be analyzing the expression creasing onto Deidara's face. "So, yes, he did kiss me, but he also gave me head, and he did some other things that were beyond just kissing."
Deidara didn't know what to say, something seeming to be piercing his heart. If all of that meant nothing to Itachi, why couldn't the Uchiha have told him that himself? Was there something more going on between Itachi and Menma?
The Uzumaki rolled his eyes, feeling somewhat less annoyed than when he had first came into the room. "I'll take the train to school." He told Itachi, turning and leaving out of the room.
Deidara said nothing and went over to the bed before slowly sinking down onto it in order to collect himself. He felt stupid, embarrassed, like a joke, and all because of a fifteen year old kid.
Itachi strolled over and took a seat beside Deidara on the bed. He didn't quite understand why Deidara seemed so upset, but, even so, he knew he should have at least disclosed more than he had to Deidara. He simply didn't think it would matter to the blond. He turned his head and lowered his eyes onto his boyfriend. "Listen, Deidara, it isn't as horrible-" He was silenced by the slap that inflicted his face, honestly left astonished. Deidara just... slapped him?
Deidara stood up from the bed, glaring, nothing but anger coursing through his veins. "So, this is what you do, un? I give you the privilege to do as you please and you humiliate me like this?" He seethed, as calmly as he could, even though he was anything but calm.
The side of his face already beginning to redden, Itachi stared up into watering blue eyes and he could see the hurt. It wasn't his intention to hurt Deidara. That was never his intention. He didn't even think he would care this much.
"Right under my nose, un! That's what you did! You just fuck any slut that throws themselves at you!"
"Deidara, I didn't have sex with-"
"I don't care if you had sex with him or not, Itachi!" Deidara screamed, panting, his face flushing and Itachi said nothing more. Did he even care? He couldn't tell by that infuriating, impassive expression of his. Deidara shook his head, wanting to slap the Uchiha, again, but refrained from doing so. "Why him of all people is what I want to know. You could've fucked anyone! Anyone!" He shouted at him, the tears finally falling from his eyes. "But, you thought it would be okay to make me look like a joke in front of that kid!"
"Hn," Itachi held his composure, although he didn't appreciate being slapped. "And how exactly have I made you look like a joke, Deidara?" His brow furrowed exasperatedly.
Deidara balled his hand into a fist and stayed quiet for a moment, working to keep himself from flying off the handle, before leaning his face down closer to Itachi's and staring him right in the face. "You know how you've made me look like a joke? Because I don't like him, and because I don't like him that fucking kid did this to fuck with me and show me that he could get to you if and when he wanted to, un. That's the only reason he did this, Itachi. He knew what getting at you would do to me and your ass fell right into his fucking game," He sneered, unclenching his balled fist as he searched the man's slate gaze to see if he at least understood that much.
Itachi stroked his hand along the side of his face where Deidara had hit him, biting at the inside of his bottom lip. He hadn't anticipated Deidara reacting like this at all.
Deidara leaned back up and ran his fingers through his hair, thick tears running down his cheeks. "Why would you do this? Why would you do this to me? I don't understand... you didn't fuck anyone else, but you were only messing around with a fifteen year old kid? I'm supposed to believe that? That he's the only one you didn't tell me about?"
Itachi looked Deidara in the face, intently. "Yes because I'm telling you the truth, Deidara. I didn't have sex with him, or anyone else for that matter."
"Yeah fucking right," He scoffed out, comically. He wasn't dumb at all. "Why should I believe you when clearly I mean nothing to you anyway?"
"If you meant nothing to me, Deidara, I wouldn't be in this relationship." Itachi said simply, taking his hand away from his face.
"Then why didn't you tell me?" Deidara asked him, the quiver in his voice declaring the desperation he couldn't help but feel about everything. "It's because you don't care about me, at least not enough to care about how it would make me feel," He voiced, almost if he was admitting it to himself. But, what he thought he saw flash in Itachi's gaze when he said that stopped him. Itachi didn't have the right to look like that. Like what he said wasn't true. He was only trying to give him false hope. Deidara put his hands on his hips, giving a shrug of his shoulders. "I would have liked to know to keep from looking as stupid as I feel right now."
"Deidara," Itachi stood from the bed and then cupped the sides of Deidara's face in his hands in order to make sure he wouldn't look away from him. How could Deidara think that he meant nothing to him? That wasn't true at all. Deidara was one of the people most precious to him. "Listen to me-"
"No!" Deidara glared up at him, trying to get out of the taller man's hold and his tears falling from his eyes. "You're a liar! You're lying to me! You don't care about me at all and I wish you would just tell me that-"
"But I can't tell you that because I do care about you, Deidara. I love you for God's sake!" Itachi shouted, his voice steely with sincerity.
Deidara stopped struggling against the man, partly because the way Itachi had shouted at him startled him, but mostly because he was stunned by what he heard leave the Uchiha's mouth. He sniffled, staring into that slate gaze in disbelief. "Y-You.. what?" Deidara sputtered out, uncertain if he had heard him correctly. That was the very first time that Itachi had ever said those words to him. Hell, he didn't think Itachi had every uttered those words to anyone in his life. "Itachi.."
Itachi let go of Deidara and then brought him into his arms, embracing him tightly. "I love you, Deidara, so don't ever think that I don't care about you," Deidara wasn't someone he wanted to lose, especially when he had been there for him when he felt like he didn't have anyone, in the past. He was one of his dearest friends. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt him. "I apologize for keeping what was going on from you, but believe me when I say I did nothing more than what you were told." He said into his ear and Deidara sniffled into his shirt.
"If I said I didn't want this to be an open relationship anymore.. would you be okay with it, un?" Deidara muttered a bit hesitantly, lifting his blushing face up out of Itachi's chest and looking at him with slightly reddened, glistening eyes. His heart was racing so fast. Itachi... loved him.
Itachi showed him a small smile and used his thumb to wipe at the corner of Deidara's wet eye. "Of course I would be fine with it, Deidara. I would prefer that in all honesty."
Deidara wiped at his other eye, his cheeks burning a brighter red. ... Itachi really loved him.
Sasuke slipped on a thin material-ed, black sweater, then fastened the belt on his trousers and finally took a look at himself in the mirror. Today was the day. He had retrieved Daisuke from school, made it back home in order to take a shower and was able to change out of his work clothes and into something more comfortable, ..casual. He had left the office early today and today was actually an off day for the Uzuamki, so they figured this was the best time to go out. He tilted his head. Yes, this was certainly casual enough.
His and Naruto's date was supposed to happen on Saturday, but due to Deidara spending the entire weekend at Naruto's place, for whatever reason, they ended up having to reschedule their date for today. Sasuke's eye twitched.
Deidara always found a new way to tick him off, as did Itachi.
Sitting on the plush carpet in his father's closet, Daisuke was busy playing a game on the iPad when he heard a groan leave the man and looked up to see a look of uncertainty on his face as he eyed himself in the mirror.
Daisuke pouted slightly, watching Sasuke reach over and pick up a navy-blue blazer off of the sofa bench near him and put it on. "Daddy, you still haven't told me where you're going today. I hope not out with another rotten woman because you promised," He mentioned, his father's gaze meeting his through the reflection in the mirror.
Sasuke then turned away from the mirror after situating the blazer and looked at the boy. "Daisuke, I don't break promises. I think you know that well,"
Daisuke looked off to the side, the doubtful expression on his face speaking for itself.
Sasuke breathed out before a small smile curved onto his lips and then he walked over, kneeling down in front of the sitting Uchiha. "Daisuke, I am going on a date, but not exactly with a woman." He told him, taking the iPad out of Daisuke's hands and setting it aside.
Daisuke's eyebrows furrowed in. "Huh? Wait, I don't get it."
Sasuke hesitated, thinking on the reaction he would receive from his son about him deciding to be with Naruto in that way. He doubted Daisuke would have an issue with it since it was Naruto, but he didn't know how Daisuke would feel about him dating so soon, again. "Daisuke, I would like to start dating Naruto. Is.. Is that something you think you'll be fine with?" He asked, hopeful that he would get Daisuke's approval.
Daisuke eyes flew wide in excitement. "What?! Really?! Daddy, you're going to date Naru-chan? Oh, yes! I'm fine with it!" He rejoiced, leaping up from the carpet and throwing his arms around his father.
Sasuke wore an expression of bewilderment as he was embraced by his son. Obviously, Daisuke had no problem with it whatsoever, but he also seemed to have expected it. When the boy released him, Sasuke looked at him with an eyebrow cocked. "Daisuke, is this something you have wanted?"
"Uh-huh!" Daisuke nodded fervently, red rushing to his cheeks. "Naru-chan loves you a lot, so I'm happy about this!"
"And you know this how, Daisuke?" Sasuke inquired, standing. How was it Daisuke was aware of Naruto's feelings towards him, but he hadn't realized it himself until recently?
"Um, uh.." Daisuke blushed harder, touching the long locks draping his shoulder and fiddling with the hairs. "Well, 'c-cause I could tell and then Naru-chan told me one day," He admitted, wondering if his father felt the same way about Naruto. "And Daddy loves Naru-chan too, right..?" He tilted his head back, looking up into his father's eyes expectantly.
Sasuke said nothing for a moment. He felt like a moron. Daisuke had known about Naruto's feelings for him, but, he, himself hadn't noticed in all the years they had been friends. He was kind of disappointed in himself. He finally showed a slight smile to the hopeful child and nodded. "Of course I love him, Daisuke,"
Daisuke grinned wide.
"And I'm going to make sure he knows just how much he means to me."
Daisuke jumped to his feet, his gaze glimmering in agreement. "Me too! I love Naru-chan beyond the moon and back! I'll make sure the both of you are super happy!"
"Hn, don't worry, Daisuke. That isn't something you'll have to make certain of. I think I can manage that," He chuckled, strolling back over to the mirror in the closet and combing his finger through the front of his hair.
Daisuke giggled, skipping over and taking a seat on the sofa bench near his father.
"Now, which look do you think Naruto would prefer, Daisuke? Fringes or no fringes?" He had washed his hair when he was in the shower, so right now it was in its natural state.
Daisuke tilted his head to the side, twisting his lips considerably. It was then that he recalled the time last summer during a pool party at the Uchiha mansion overhearing Naruto telling Hinata that he thought his father looked more appealing and mature with his hair falling naturally over his forehead like it had been on that day as his father was getting out of the pool. A wide grin split on Daisuke's face. "Naru-chan would think you look nice without the fringes, Daddy."
"Hn. You think so?" Sasuke stroked his chin with his index finger and thumb, raising a brow at himself.
"Yeah! I'm sure of it!" Daisuke exclaimed, certainly.
Sasuke decided to go with Daisuke's advice, so no fringes it was. It didn't take him long to finish getting ready, and then he was out of the house and heading across the street to the Hyuga household to drop off Daisuke with Tenten for the rest of the afternoon because the woman had a playdate set up for Daisuke and Aki.
Sasuke rang the doorbell of Tenten's home, Daisuke standing beside him and after a few moments the door came open.
Tenten greeted them with a smile, her hair in a single ponytail. "Hey, you two."
"Hi!" Daisuke greeted her in return before strolling into the house, as if he owned the place.
Tenten giggled, watching him walk passed her and then turned her eyes onto the boy's father. "Well now, don't you look nice," Tenten commented with a smirk, assessing the Uchiha before her. Sasuke happened to look even more handsome in casual attire. The black sweater and blazer he wore embellished his lean, toned arms and the trousers were charmingly slimming. Naruto would certainly appreciate the sight.
"Why thank you, Tenten. Even though I'm always this gorgeous." The Uchiha snorted haughtily, slipping a hand into the pocket of his trousers.
"Yeah, yeah," Tenten laughed, waving him off and blushed a bit. "I'm just glad you two are finally going out on a date. I'm sure he'll have you whipped before you know it," She teased, throwing him a wink.
Daisuke searched the living room for Aki as he heard Tenten speaking with his father at the front door. However, the little Hyuga was nowhere to be found. He turned around, leaving out of the living room.
"Boo!" Aki then jumped out from the wall beside the living room entrance, frightening the small Uchiha and laughing at the petrified look on Daisuke's face.
"–Ugh, Aki!" Daisuke hit the Hyuga in the chest, having damn near had a heart attack. "Geez, what's wrong with you?! Why would you do that, you meanie!"
Aki smirked in triumph, his long hair water-falling down his shoulders. "I thought it would be funny, and it was."
"It was not funny!" The boy retorted, wearing an upset pout. "You're so mean sometimes, you know that? What if I died from a heart attack, huh? Huh?! Then what would you have done?" He griped, bringing his arms across his chest.
Aki sighed heavily, expecting Daisuke's over-dramatics. "Fine, I'm sorry, Daisuke. Hey, I know what will make you feel better though," The twinkle in his eyes caught the Uchiha's interest and Daisuke's eyebrow rose at him. "There's this awesome game we can play. But, it will have to be 'our' secret game, okay?"
Daisuke dropped his arms from his chest, giving a hesitant nod. "..Okay."
"Come on then!" Aki took him by the hand and led him upstairs to his room.
Naruto looked down at the text he received on his phone from Sasuke as he headed out of the living room and swallowed nervously.
I just pulled up outside. You better be ready to leave out, dobe.
He slipped his cell into his jeans pocket, his mouth feeling kind of dry. Today was their first date. Ugh, God, his palms were getting sweaty. They were really doing this. He had been accustomed to hiding his feelings for so long that he hadn't thought this day would ever happen, so his nerves were out of whack. He just hoped today would be like any other time they went out. He would hate for it to be awkward and uncomfortable for them. If it was one thing he didn't want to change, it was their friendship. He wanted his best friend, Uchiha Sasuke, not the suave Sasuke that women flocked to.
Naruto raised his head when the doorbell rang, finishing with putting on his boots at the genkan and then breathed out, standing up straight. He went for the door, wiping his palms off on his jeans before he opened it and Sasuke stood a step down from his doorstep, looking absolutely, drop-dead sexy in damn near all black. Naruto blushed hard and stepped out, his heart beginning to race and throb.
"Oh thank God, nothing disgustingly orange. You actually look very nice," Sasuke outright said, his eyes traveling up the agreeably fitting jeans, blood-red, knit sweater and black beanie Naruto wore. The jeans clinging to slender legs were especially pleasing to the eye, talk about snug in all the right places. He felt his dick twitch in his trousers. He almost didn't want anyone else to lay eyes on the blonde. His slate stare finally met an azure one and Naruto looked like he had an attitude, the expression sexy, but unsettling. What? Did he sound rude a moment ago? He cleared his throat, a slight blush riding along his cheekbones. "Not that you don't.. ever look nice, it's simply-"
"Oh, please, shut up," Naruto clipped, his eyes rolling in his head as he reached back and closed the door to his condo. "If you're going to be an asshole today, it's fine. Be an asshole. I don't need you any other way," He told him honestly, starting on his way down the steps and Sasuke's eyebrows drew in at that.
"I was in no way trying to be an asshole, Naruto." He responded in a tone that sounded borderline offended as he turned his head and the Uzumaki stopped beside him on the step. "I know how much you love orange, not that it doesn't look good on you. Other colors are simply more appealing on you, dobe."
Naruto stared the Uchiha in the face and then let his eyes slowly rove down Sasuke's attire, his cheeks still flushed. "You look nice too, by the way." He said to him, having dismissed the man's previous statement as if he hadn't even heard it and giving him a pat on the shoulder. "I especially like the hair. Couldn't look sexier, bastard." He flashed him a light-hearted smile before heading down the rest of the steps.
"Hn," Sasuke snorted humorously and turned around, his gaze following the blue-eyed blonde starting on his way to where he had parked his car near Naruto's condo in the complex. "Your ass couldn't look any sexier in those jeans," He called out to him, enjoying the tantalizing sight of that peachy bottom confined in malleable denim.
Naruto laughed, shooting him a playful look back over his shoulder. "I wore them just for you! Now, will ya c'mon!"
Sasuke breathed a smooth laugh and smirked, strolling down the stone steps.
His classes had ended for the day, but, of course, a certain sandy-blond haired upper classman ran him down in the hall and did a rather good job in persuading him to join him for some... fun? He guessed. It wasn't all that fun last time, but he couldn't help how gloomy and stressed out he had been feeling throughout the day, so he took him up on his offer to have some fun in order to distract himself from his own mind, which wouldn't quit tormenting him. He would do just about anything to.. forgot, even if only for a moment.
Menma felt his frantic breathing increase as he pulled away from the kiss and the taller male backed him into the bathroom stall door, latching his mouth onto his neck. He tilted his head to the side to give the other better access to the skin on his neck, but his blue eyes stared off at the wall behind the toilet across from them. Why didn't it feel.. as good as it normally did? He squeezed his eyes shut, the older male's lips trailing down his throat. Usually even if he wasn't in the mood he would get in the mood, but right now, there was nothing. Nothing but horrid memories clouding his senses. "...S-Stop," He muttered out, beginning to tremble, in disgust.
His protest however fell deaf on the older teen's ears and the blond started to undo the buttons on his white uniform shirt. Menma turned his head, trying to shake the memories out of his mind.
"Now, you'd better fuckin' hold still, boy, or who knows what might happen to your dear mother tonight."
Menma could feel himself pale and run cold, the untucking of his shirt making him feel sick to his stomach.
"You know what you have to do if you want to get fed, or else I'm lockin' ya down there, again, for the rest of the night and not even your precious 'Mama' will be able to save you."
He gritted his teeth, his breathing coming out harsh and shaky and his chest felt tight.
"Your face is prettier than that whore of a mother you've got. Be lucky, you little dumb-fuck. She doesn't entertain me nearly as much as you do. Clothes, off. Right now."
Menma's eyes flew open when he felt teeth nip at his nipple and he shoved the taller male away from him, yelling out in pure terror, "I said to stop!" His chest falling and rising with his panicked breathing, the blond stared back at him in utter bewilderment. Menma then swallowed, feeling somewhat ridiculous and embarrassed by reacting as if the guy were that .. monster. His wide, terrified gaze faltering, he exhaled and started buttoning up his shirt, his fingers trembling. "Kanda-senpai, I don't think today's going to be good after all. I'll catch you some other time, alright?" He told him briskly, turning to unlock the door and then leaving out of the stall as fast as he could. He felt like he was going to have a damn panic attack.
"Wait! Uzumaki!" The blond called after him, his eyebrows furrowing.
Menma ignored him, rushing out of the boys' restrooms. However, what greeted him in that moment was yet another headache.
"Well, well, if isn't the slut himself leaving his quarters," The ring-leader of the five girls he absolutely couldn't stand stood before him, just as ugly and miserable as they always were. "Aw, what happened in there? Did you have to tell him you've caught some life-threatening std?" The ring-leader scoffed out with a laugh, a manicured nail tapping at her chin and her friends giggled from behind her.
Menma glared at them, fighting the urge to entertain the bitch.
"I believe you have a client to tend to," She took a step over, gesturing her hand to the restroom door.
It was right then that Shee came rounding the corner of that hallway and saw the Uzumaki surrounded by the girls. He was simply thankful it wasn't a group of guys set on kicking his ass, for once. "Damn it, Menma," He stormed down the hall and pushed through the girls, a few of them shooting him nasty glares as he did so. "What the hell, you idiot," He grumbled through his teeth, eying Menma's half-buttoned shirt before he grabbed him by the hand and dragged him away from the girls.
"Hey, Mr. Captain-Save-A-Hoe! An 'excuse me' would be nice next time!" The girl shouted, watching Shee take off with Menma. She then stomped her foot in annoyance and huffed. She really hoped that whore could finally get what was coming to him.
"–Yo, Uzumaki!" The guy Menma had been in the restrooms with threw open the door after having situated his uniform pants, only to be shocked by the sight of.. his girlfriend.
"Kanda?!" The ring-leader of the group squawked, her friends dumbfounded and stunned.
Kanda laughed out nervously, rubbing at the back of his neck. "Oh, hey, babe," He greeted her with a smile before he backed back into the restroom, slammed the door shut and locked it. She would kill him if she caught him with her own two hands.
"Here, your gym jacket. You'll catch a cold out here like that," Shee held the tracksuit jacket down to the Uzumaki sitting on the ground of the school's rooftop, a slight frown of concern on his lips as he looked at his friend's half-buttoned up uniform shirt.
"Thanks," Menma took the jacket and then Shee sat down beside him. They had been friends since elementary school and the blond always seemed to be taking care of him, even with how strongly he disapproved of his choices. Menma figured he probably put up with him and his mess because he put up with Shee's shit. A small, faint smile on his lips, Menma slipped on the jacket and zipped it up. In all honesty, he didn't know what he would do without him.
"Dude, you have to stop getting yourself into these kinds of situations," Shee finally said with a sigh, looking over at Menma. The Uzumaki hadn't looked well ever since this morning. His face even seemed kind of pale today. "Don't you think you're more than a good screw in a bathroom stall?"
"Whatever," Menma muttered under his breath, tipping his head back and looking up at the passing clouds.
His nose wrinkling, Shee felt his eyebrow twitch out of frustration. "Yeah, 'whatever' my ass," Menma was clearly in a bad mood and Shee knew it would be best to just let it pass instead of arguing with him. Geez, maybe he was whipped. He had had a crush on him for the longest, not that Menma knew of his feelings for him, and he didn't enjoy seeing his best friend throwing himself onto just about everybody who wanted a 'taste' like some whore. But, it wasn't like there was anything he could do about it. "You ain't got to get an attitude with me."
Menma took his eyes off of the sky and faced the coal-colored scowl pinned on him. He hadn't been feeling like himself today and the last thing he wanted was to take that out on Shee, especially when right now Shee was making him feel a lot better than he had been today. He quietly scooted closer to Shee and then leaned his head onto the blond's shoulder, his hair falling in his eyes a bit. "...Sorry." He murmured to him, softly.
A slight blush coloring his face, the corners of Shee's lips curved upward as he scoffed out a light-hearted, "Whatever."
Menma laughed a little." Touché, dickwad."
Right then, they heard the creak of the rooftop door and Shee jerked forward, Menma leaning his head up off of him. "Shit, if they followed us," He growled, beginning to get up until he saw that it was their homeroom teacher that came rounding the corner and his eyebrows rose.
Menma, however, panicked when he saw the man. "Damn it," He groaned, about to get up. It was his turn to clean the classroom and he may have ditched his duties, but that didn't mean he was prepared for a scolding.
"Uzumaki-kun, I didn't come here to scold you," Kotetsu bellowed, wearing a depleted expression and the blue-eyed teenager's defense-mode seemed to falter once he said that. "You skipped the end of today's lesson, so I didn't get a chance to hand this to you. I wanted to give it to you in class today to prove that even no-good-Uzumaki had brains, but you're not the type of person who cares about that kind of thing, are you?"
A look of confusion twisted onto Menma's face and his teacher kneeled down in front of him, handing him his exam paper. His eyes going wide, he looked over the paper before he lowered the paper from his face. "I passed..?" He asked in disbelief, almost thinking his teacher had to be 'yanking his chain'.
A smooth whistle flew passed Shee's lips as he glance at the perfect score grade on the paper. "Way to go, Menma!"
Kotetsu lowered his gaze down onto the paper his student held and then raised his eyes back on Menma. "With flying colors, Uzumaki-kun. I'll tell you this, most of the class failed, so I was surprised when you came to be one of the few who passed. You keep going at this rate and you'll be able to attend any high school and university you want." He praised, showing him a proud smile.
"Isn't that something! Menma, we should totally go to the same university, one with an amazing music program!" Shee exclaimed and Menma started to grin at the thought.
"Well, that is all I needed to give you. You boys should head home for the day now," Kotetsu told them, standing to his feet.
"H-Hagane-sensei," Menma called hesitantly, stopping the man about walk away and Kotetsu looked back at him in inquiry. "Why is it sensei praises the one who does well in school, but scolds the one not doing so well?" He had had the impression that the man hadn't even liked him much, but today was the first time his teacher smiled at him, and it was because he had done well.
Kotetsu pocketed a hand into his slacks, turning to fully face him. "Uzumaki-kun, every teacher wants their students to do well. It lets us know that we're doing our job right. So, when we encounter a student not doing so well it causes us a great deal of stress and worry," He answered in all honesty and it was the first time Menma seemed to be listening to him. "For me, it is a relief to know that all of my students will be able to take care of themselves in the future. That they will be able to get jobs in order to financially support themselves, along with having a good head on their shoulders. And that is what I want for you, Uzumaki-kun. I want you to do well from now on, so let me be the first to say, I have faith in you. You have an intelligent mind, one I know is capable of great accomplishments." And with that, he turned around and gave a wave of his hand, leaving the two kids.
Menma watched the man leave, still holding onto his exam paper. Why did he kind of feel like he wanted to cry? There hadn't been a teacher in this school that had ever said anything like that to him.
Naruto got out of the car after they parked in the parking lot of an ice cream parlor within the shopping district of Shinjuku. It was a little breezy, but the atmosphere was serene. Sasuke stepped out after him, closing the car door and locking the vehicle before they headed inside. It was always calm in Shinjuku during the weekday because people were normally working and students were attending school. Still, that didn't mean it was safe for Sasuke to wander around without a beanie on his head and a dark pair of sunglasses on his face.
This was their 'first date', but it seriously didn't feel like a date. It felt like a normal day that they would come out together, which Naruto couldn't be happier about because he didn't want this to feel different or awkward. This was what Naruto wanted. He wanted him and Sasuke to be together, but also have the same relationship they had always had.
Once they got inside the familiar ice cream parlor they almost religiously came to as teenagers, Sasuke decided he would pay for their sundaes and went to order them.
Naruto pouted slightly, watching the man order at the front counter. Sasuke knew what he liked, but he felt like he could have paid for his own sundae. He finally just sighed. Today was a date, so if Sasuke wanted to pay for everything then fine. He inwardly shrugged and walked off to go pick out a booth to sit in.
Thankfully, since the place was practically empty, Naruto had the option to choose the booth with a window and slid into it. He then pulled out his cell while he waited on Sasuke.
He made sure to text Kiba and Shikamaru back when saw that he missed their texts and then went on his SnapChat, flicking some selfies out of boredom. He hadn't been sitting for that long, honestly, but he had a short attention-span, of fucking course, and he was craving ice cream so bad. So, when Sasuke did finally approach the table as he was in the middle of snapping a picture of himself with his tongue hanging out of his mouth, his eyes lit up in excitement. He set his phone down on the table, looking at the tulip glasses filled with ice cream sundaes in the Uchiha's hands.
"Hn," Sasuke wore a smirk sliding into the booth, sitting across from the Uzumaki. "Giving the perverts something to fap to?" He remarked and Naruto rolled his eyes, gesturing for him to hand his sundae over.
"You know what I've noticed, bastard? You call anyone that calls me hot a pervert, as if my hotness is reserved only for you to speak on."
"It is." Sasuke simply replied after he removed his sun glasses and pocketed them, his solid gaze locking Naruto's as he passed the blonde his caramel and blackberry sundae.
"That's stingy," Naruto playfully chided, the redness already coloring his cheeks growing ten times darker as he grabbed the spoon wedged into his ice cream.
Sasuke shrugged his shoulders, laughing slightly. "Am I wrong? You are reserved just for me, for the rest of your life."
"The r-rest of my life?!" Naruto laughed, blushing harder, if that was even possible. "I bet you think you're so smooth, teme."
"Kind of. I think that line needs a bit of tweaking," Sasuke chuckled and reclined back.
Naruto snickered, nodding, and started eating the 'gorgeous' dessert in front of him. His taste buds were in heaven.
Sasuke didn't have a crazy love for sweets, but ice cream he could always handle. However, right now, he didn't have much interest in his own sundae at the moment. He would rather watch Naruto lick and suck on the frozen treat like he was at the moment, moaning ever so slightly with each spoon full he stuffed into his mouth. Just the way the vanilla cream coated Naruto's plump mouth was enough to make his dick throb.
Naruto eventually felt Sasuke's stare on him and looked the Uchiha in the face, smiling cheekily. "Is that why you wanted our first date to be here, of all places?"
Naruto's teasing tone drawing him from the perverse images in his mind of what he wanted to do to Naruto with that ice cream, Sasuke raised his eyes off of the Uzumaki's lips, his face flushing a bit. "Of course not," He responded in all honesty, leaning forward and finally picking up his own spoon. "I simply thought this would be a nostalgic place to have a 'first date,'" He said, scooping up some ice cream out of his glass.
Naruto licked over his lips and looked around the parlor, taking in the colorful tiled flooring, the cute cartoon mascot characters showcased throughout the place and the music being played. "..Yeah. It is. I think the first time we brought Daisuke here he was what? Two?" He cocked a curious brow, thinking back to that time. Then, he laughed. "I still remember how many times you called me at like two, three o'clock in the morning and asked me to come meet you here because Isabella kicked you out for the night. You would always be extra petty and leave with Daisuke."
Sasuke laughed. His immaturity had been at its highest peak back then and it was actually comical to him now, at the age of twenty-one. His relationship with Isabella, Daisuke's mother, had been a toxic and dysfunctional one. So much so that when he thought back on the countless fights and arguments that they would get into, most times in the middle of the night, that eventually led to Isabella throwing him out of their house countless times, he remembered so vividly how normal it had felt for him to leave for hours at a time, or even an entire night sometimes. Of course he would escape to his usual sanctuary, Iruka and Kakashi's home, with Daisuke to snuggle up with Naruto.
"Back then this place used to be open for twenty-four hours, remember?"
"I do," Sasuke smiled, his spoon now fiddling with the sundae at this point. "…But how long has it been for us?" He absently murmured, more to himself than Naruto. They shared so many memories here, from time they were kids. His heart started pounding faster and going across the bridge of his nose, a crimson flush arose on his pale skin. He wondered if Naruto felt like this right now.
Naruto could read the expression on Sasuke's face and tried his best to hold it together, himself. Sasuke was blushing. "…I don't know. I can't remember, honestly," He muttered, although he knew he hadn't actually needed to answer the Uchiha's question. He blushed hard, lowering his head and rocking his feet back and forth under the table. "But, now we're here, together, on our first date. …F-Fuck! My heart.. the son of a bitch won't calm down. It almost hurts, ya know?" He confessed, raising his head to show the grin stretched wide across his reddened face. The combination of anxiety and pure joy he felt was something he couldn't explain.
Sasuke's eyes widened when he heard that. It was at that moment that he realized the Uzumaki's boot kept moving back and forth, brushing against the side of his shoe underneath the table. So, it was like that for Naruto as well. Sasuke reclined back, again, letting his shoulders relax. Is this what they called butterflies? He had never felt them before and the sensation in his stomach was definitely strange, but not strange in a way that was bad, even if it did make him feel kind of uneasy. "Naruto,.." He said, feeling his face grow hotter.
"Yeah?" Naruto tilted his head a bit, eying him.
The music playing in the parlor seemed to drown out in his ears when the Uchiha said what he said next.
"Mine too." He admitted, biting at his bottom lip.
Naruto's eyebrows rose, a knot feeling like it had formed in his throat. He witnessed the way Sasuke swiped his tongue over his bottom lip, in a rather nervous manner, and Naruto felt his cock twitch. The Uchiha appeared so adorably vulnerable over there and he fought the urge to fly across the table and kiss the hell out of him. And yet, all he could really reply with was an, "Oh."
Damn it! Now he was even more nervous and his palms were getting sweaty.
It went silent between them for some time and they both sat there rather flustered.
Sasuke tried to get some control on his racing heart and Naruto went back to eating his ice cream.
They both felt like complete and utter... dorks.
Sasuke sat forward, breathing out a prolonged sigh and then finally spoke. "Dobe, what the hell are you doing to me?" He said through a smooth laugh.
Naruto pouted and then muttered a lame, "Sorry. …"
"Idiot," Sasuke breathed, giving a shake of his head. So, he guessed... Naruto was his boyfriend now. He had never felt this way about anyone before the dobe, and he had definitely never thought he would experience such happiness and excitement when it came to being in a relationship.
"–Ouch!"
The pained yelped that left Naruto caused for Sasuke's eyebrow to lift at him.
Naruto clutched the side of his jaw, having tried to bite down on a hard piece of caramel with his back molar teeth. "Fucking damn it!" He gritted through his clenched teeth, grimacing.
"You okay? What, do you have a cavity?" Sasuke asked.
"N-Nah," Naruto shook his head. "It's just one of molar teeth and sometimes my wisdom teeth hurt. It's been like this for a week or so, I think," He answered, taking his hand away from his jaw and waiting for the pain to pass.
"Let me see," Sasuke stood up, leaning over the table and reached across it, grasping the blonde by the jaw.
Naruto whined at the pressure Sasuke put on his jaw, forcing him to open his mouth.
Sasuke glared at the culprit causing the pain in Naruto's mouth. "Naruto, I can see a cavity."
Naruto stilled in fear and shook his jaw out of Sasuke's grip, knowing exactly what the Uchiha would suggest. "What?! No it's not! I promise! I mean, even if it is I think it'll heal on its own. You know how much I hate the dentist, Sasuke! I won't go!"
Sasuke sucked his teeth. "Moron, I know for certain that that's a cavity, and I can guess your wisdom teeth are impacted as well. You need to the cavity filled and your wisdom teeth removed or they'll get worse overtime, Naruto." He explained to him, but, Naruto, being just as stubborn as ever, went back to eating his ice cream.
"No, Sasuke. I'll be fine, I promise." He took in a mouth full on ice cream, whimpering.
Sasuke said nothing for a moment before he slid out of the booth and went over to Naruto, taking him by the arm.
Naruto looked at the Uchiha, teary-eyed. "W-What?"
"We're going to my oral surgeon of course, Naruto." The Uchiha stated firmly, dragging Naruto out of the seat, leaving their sundaes behind. The last thing Naruto needed was anything sugary.
"S-Sasuke, no!" Naruto tried to pulled away from him, but Sasuke's tight grip on his arm was relentless. "I don't want to go– Ouch!" He shouted, almost losing his footing. The sharp pain he just felt in that molar tooth he was deafening.
Sasuke put on his sun glasses before they left out of the ice cream parlor and he lugged the refusing Uzumaki to the car. Naruto didn't have a say at this point. He was taking him to get his teeth take care of. His personal oral surgeon would certainly take care of Naruto if he request that he do so.
When they got to the car, Sasuke damn near had to force Naruto into the passenger side, so he knew he would have to child-lock the doors, or Naruto would take every chance he could to bolt his ass out of the car.
Once Sasuke was done buckling himself in and had started the car up, he looked over to see actual tears rolling down whiskered cheeks. "Naruto, you are not serious. What are you crying for?" He said in utter disbelief, trying to hold back a laugh.
"'Cause I don't wanna go, Sasuke!" Naruto dropped his head back, unable to help full-out bawling, his cheeks flushing. "I swear to God, this is not fair, bruh. I'm scareeeeed! Please don't make me go!" He lifted his head, sniffling and then turned to the Uchiha. "Sasuke, please! Please! Don't make me go!" He pleaded, wiping at his eyes.
Sasuke didn't know what to say, but he should have expected this. Daisuke wasn't even this bad about going to the dentist, but Naruto was throwing a full-blown fit right now. He had honestly thought the blonde had out-grown his fear of the dentist.
He guessed Naruto would 'hate' him for a while for what he was about to do.
Menma got in late that evening and he really didn't give a fuck if Itachi scolded for missing curfew as he headed upstairs and strolled down the hall with a small smile on his face. He couldn't wait to tell the man about his passing grade. He inwardly hummed, speeding for Itachi's bedroom, but, when he approached the door he was annoyed by the voice he heard.
"Itachi, I want to hear it again. You sounded so sexy when you said it, un."
He was still here? "Talk about a moron," Menma grumbled with a roll of his eyes, stepping back from the door. In all truthfulness, love seemed to be such a dumb thing. It could make a person so weak, and that was why he didn't want it. After this morning he had at least hoped that that would have chased Deidara off for a while.
"I've said it twice already, Deidara. Why must I say it again?"
"Itachi, you said 'I love you', so of course I want to hear it as many times as I can, un. I never thought I would hear it in my life time, so like hell I'm going to miss any opportunity to hear Uchiha Itachi profess his love for me. ...Pleeeease?"
"Fine. ..I love you, Deidara. Content? I don't expect to be asked again for the rest of the night."
"Ugh, alright. I'll just ask again tomorrow, okay?"
"Hn."
Menma frowned, an odd sense of disappointment settling in his gut before he turned around and gave a shrug of his shoulders. It's not like he cared all that much. He made his way toward his room and slowly, the smile he walked in with reappeared on his face. He guessed their little game was over. He was a little let down that he hadn't been able to tell Itachi about his passing grade, but he doubted the Uchiha would care anyway, now that he thought about it. He was probably still pissed at him about this morning anyway.
He would just call his dad, Kakashi and Naruto and let them all know. And surely they would praise him for doing a good job. He was actually excited to tell them. His dad would be especially proud of him. Still, he couldn't shake that part of him that felt terrible about how things would be between him and Itachi now.
"Yes, that's fine. Actually, use a little more force," Sasuke briskly told the skilled, burly man holding Naruto down against the dentist chair.
"Sasuke! Sasuke– Stop! Please, sir! Sasuke, help meeee!"
The dentist looked at the standing Uchiha, uncertainly. "Are y-you sure he's okay, Uchiha-san?"
"Yes, he's fine. This is a guy who can knock out four men all at once with a single roundhouse kick. Trust me, he'll be fine." Sasuke assured, eying the sobbing blonde in the chair.
The dentist gave a nod, getting back to business and adjusted the light above the blue-eyed man's face.
The bright light above him shining down into his open mouth, Naruto shrieked and squeezed his eyes shut as the dentist's assistant/THE-HULK/big-ass-evil-motherfucker held him down. There was no use in fighting against him because the guy was bigger and stronger. This was happening. He felt the dentist tap at his teeth with something and flinched, tears running along the side of his face.
"Uzumaki-kun, chin up please, and don't close your mouth. Everything is fine." The dentist voiced in a softened tone, hoping to ease the blonde's discomfort.
Naruto whimpered. "O-Okay."
Sasuke watched the scene, bringing his arms across his chest. There was a small part of him that felt bad, but this had to be done. "Naruto, he's not even doing anything yet. He's simply using the mirror to inspect your teeth, so calm down." It was then that watering, blue eyes opened and pinned him, begging him for help. He had almost, almost caved. He breathed a sigh, deciding to lean down beside the dentist chair and took a hold of Naruto's trembling hand.
Naruto then gripped it tight, sniffling, and the dentist's brawny assistant felt it safe to release his hold on the Uzumaki's shoulders since Naruto seemed to have calmed down enough, so he did.
"Ah, yes," The dentist spoke, finally able to take a closer look at Naruto's teeth. "Uchiha-san, he seems to be a lot more relaxed with you beside him, so just keep holding his hand."
Sasuke nodded and then showed Naruto a slightly proud smile. "See, Naruto. You're doing so well."
Naruto blushed, throwing the Uchiha an irritated scowl. He didn't need to talk to him like he was a fucking kid, and in front of the dentist. It was so embarrassing.
In the end, he did end up having only about three cavities that were painlessly filled after he was numbed, and even though his wisdom teeth were certainly a problem as well, it was decided that his wisdom teeth would be dealt with another time, thank goodness.
The only discomfort Naruto did in fact feel was during the car ride back home as he bitched at Sasuke about subjecting him to such torture with a case of swollen cheeks and dry, still fat-feeling lips.
Sasuke, however, felt he had more of the right to bitch since he didn't get to touch Naruto's ass even once.
To be continued...
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