Chapter 8: Don't Play with Wolves, Little Fox

Fuck. That wasn't supposed to happen. Naruto should never have seen him with Suigetsu. He had only invited the older man over to help relieve all the built up sexual tension that was driving him mad. Plus, he really hoped it would take his mind off his little brother.

Only it didn't. No. It had backfired in the worst fucking possible way when Naruto walked in on them.

Sasuke's not a fool, he knew damn well that his 'friend' baited him by giving that dare to Naruto. Suigetsu was a slut and liked it hard and rough that often came from when he was angry. The little bastard made a sport of getting under his skin whenever an opportunity presented itself. He also knew that Naruto was a big sore spot for him.

There was no way he was sticking around and watching his little brother accept another sexual dare with his boyfriend. So, while Naruto was distracted on top of Gaara's lap, he grabbed Suigetsu's arm and led him into the bedroom. Leaving the door cracked open was a mistake on his part. He was too focused on figuring out a proper punishment for his deviant friend.

The plan was not ideal from the start, it only grew worse once he unzipped his fly and popped out his dick. Not surprisingly, Suigetsu swallowed it down like a greedy whore. And all Sasuke could think about was Naruto. He didn't want Suigetsu or anyone else for that matter.

Trying to fight these feelings, he started imagining Suigetsu's shoulder length hair go from bleach blond to a more golden hue and cropped shorter in length. Contact purple eyes morphed into sapphire blue gems. Pale white skin darkened into perfectly bronzed. His weak lanky body filled out with beautiful lean, hard muscles. It look some convincing on his part, but once he envisioned all the subtle differences he was able to let go and fuck Suigetsu's mouth with renewed vigor.

But it still didn't feel right. It still wasn't what he truly desired, that was, until he heard a noise coming from the door.

When he looked up and saw the boy he'd been fantasizing about—plaguing his dreams at night—watching him with a hunger in his eyes, Sasuke almost came on the spot. Never had he seen that look appear in those dazzling blue orbs before. The look of raw desire. It was the sexiest thing he's ever seen. He couldn't peel his eyes away even as he was fucking another man's face.

It looked as if Naruto was going to jerk off right in front of him. Because of him. Not Gaara. No. It was him who Naruto wanted at that moment.

Then something changed all of a sudden, like an imaginary switch turned off in Naruto's brain as he made a move to leave. Fuck. He wanted to know what it was but it was already too late, his orgasm approached and came bursting through his lions. He came hard down Suigetsu's throat with Naruto's name on the tip of his tongue.

That is when everything took a turn for the worst.

Naruto ran off—likely horrified—and Suigetsu was less than pleased with him, to put it mildly. After finishing off the rest of his load, Sasuke immediately zipped back up and ran out to handle matters.

First, clear out the guests.

Secondly, find out if Naruto was okay. It would probably be the last time his friend would ever allow or ask for any more sexual favors. Especially after leaving him high and dry.

Obviously, Gaara proved to be a bit of a challenge to kick out. But after pulling the fiery redhead aside, he tore down his large sport cufflinks covering his wrists, exposing dozens of track marks along the underside. A few of the lines were light pink, indicating that they were fairly fresh.

Gaara seemed more inclined to listen after that. It was a bit of a risk but Sasuke knew all the tell signs, after all, he had a few old scars on him himself. Sasuke threatened him with exposure if he didn't back off and leave now. With some hesitation and lots of glaring, the boyfriend submitted to his demands and walked out.

It was a bluff but it worked. Sasuke wouldn't actual ever tell Naruto about that. He knew firsthand how humiliating and private something like that could be. Life was shitty enough as it is, no need to expose his moment of weakness and dark world to someone as pure, and innocent as Naruto.

Kiba was also hesitant to leave without checking to see if his best friend was okay first, but the dog lover had always been scared of him so it look little effort on his part to make him to leave. Thank God.

Suigetsu was already gone by the time he got upstairs. The only thing left was to confront Naruto, now that they were the only people left in the house. First, he checked the bathroom in the hall, and then Kakashi's and Iruka's room. It was locked, some rustling could be heard behind the door. Bingo.

When he tried to talk things out with Naruto, things didn't go so well. Instead of getting down to the root of problem, Naruto shut him out completely. That had hurt Sasuke more than he would like to admit. They'd been doing pretty good recently, it was like taking one step forward and being pushed two steps back.

So goddamn frustrating.

That was days ago. Now, Sasuke was in the dojo going at it with a punching bag. It had been a long day, his skin itched with unease. Naruto had left hours ago to go to a party, with his boyfriend, in celebration of the bands release of their first album. Sasuke had a bad feeling about it, and as time went on the nervous tension only grew. There would be a ton of booze, dirty dancing and probably even drugs. It was for a rock band for fucks sake.

Growling in frustration, Sasuke punched the bag with all his strength for the last time, the heavy bag swung, nearly reaching the wall before returning back, the chains suspending it strained and rattled. Unraveling the white sports wrap coving his fists, Sasuke found his knuckles bruised and red, but at least the skin wasn't split.

For nearly two hours he had been on the bag. His joints were stiff and sore, body worn and tired, but he still felt antsy, like ants were crawling up his skin. It wasn't something he could explain, there was no logical reason why he felt this way. Stomach turning, Sasuke could sense that something bad was going to happen tonight. What and when, he didn't know.

Taking a quick whiff of his pits, Sasuke scrunched his nose up. The smell was repulsive. First thing first, he needed a quick shower. The hot water would feel nice on his sore muscles too. Then he would decide what to do next to keep the paranoia out of his head before he went mad.

He was not going to turn into a stereotypical jealous stalker and follow Naruto everywhere he went.

If anything we to happen between the two of them again it had to start with Naruto. He's seen look of interest in the blonde's blue eyes, all he had to do was wait. When the prize was as large as this, he had all the patience in the world, so long as he got what he wanted in the end.

Stepping out of the shower, Sasuke quickly dried himself off with a towel, steam fogged the bathroom mirror white. The hot water did help rejuvenated his sore muscles but it did little in clearing his mind.

While he was in the shower he decided on taking a drive down to one of his favorite places, the beach. It was actually more like a small cove blanketed with soft black sand and plenty of wildlife located in a hidden nook along the Oregon coastal highway. Massive rocks jutted out like statues in the rich blue seas of the Pacific Ocean made for some truly spectacular scenery.

Often sea lions, sea otters, and porpoises could be spotted not far off shore. And a little cave on the water's edge would fill with crabs, varieties of sea stars and urchins, and countless other small marine life during the low tides. It was easily his favorite place to go when he needed to clear his mind. Even with it being 11 at night, would be too dark to see much and cold, the smell and sound of the ocean held a magic of its own.

Putting on a pair of indigo jeans, a white undershirt and a dark grey V-neck sweater, Sasuke combed his fingers through his hair a few times before deciding he looked presentable enough—not that he planned on running into anyone. Once downstairs, he picked up his motorcycle keys instead of the car, thinking the fresh salty air along the coastline would calm his nerves just as much as the beach would.

The days have been getting warmer but the nights were still frigid, especially near the breezy ocean. He made sure to grab his thickest leather jacket, a pair of soft lamb skin gloves, helmet and put on leather riding chaps—for extra warmth and safety. Locking up, he made sure to leave the porch light on just in case Naruto made it home before him. Not very likely but a guy could dream.

Sleek black metal, chrome and custom leather seats glinted in the dim lighting as he walked over to the high performance bike. Wordlessly, Sasuke started the engine and listened to it roar to life. Beautiful. Pulling out of the driveway, he fired out of the cul-de-sac at a much high speed than the posted limit. It would take approximately 30 minutes to reach the destination…if he went fast.

The chill air hardily seeped through the riding gear, but anywhere else that was exposed he could feel the bite on his skin. He hardly noticed, his mind focused on the road ahead instead and getting too see the ocean again for the first time this year. It was simply too cold to visit during the winter months and he was always swamped with essays to write for class.

It was different riding at night. Peaceful. More relaxing without all the traffic or accidents that daylight brought. The wind whipped around him, he was in his element as he sped down the quiet highway, never needed to stop or slow down even once.

In record time he reached his destination, the gravel pullover along the roadside marked his spot. It wasn't like a popular beach with a real parking lot or anything like that, more of a scenic view pullover. A small grassy path lead down to the sandy shoreline. Sasuke took a seat on the one loan bench perched on a dune overlooking the magnificent view. It was…romantic, and he would love to take Naruto here one day. Waves crashing on top of massive boulders soothed his troubled mind almost immediately. He sighed as he watched the moons light sparkle on the water's surface. He could stay out here forever if it were possible.

Sasuke closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, his chest rose and fell as he soaked it all in. The salty air, the feel and smell of the volcanic sand, the fishy sent of the ocean and seaweed, the cool breezy air all reminded him of one thing. Of his old home far away…of a small coastal village in Japan.

Completely zoned out, he missed the first vibration in his back left pocket. A few minutes later another buzz came, but this time he felt it. Grabbing the cell phone from his pants pocket, he squinted when the LED light shone brightly over the night sky. Fuck. What time was is? How long has he even been here?

Looking at the phone it read 1:18. Oh good, not too late. It hasn't even been two hours yet, although, it only left like a few minutes had gone by. Now that he was back in the present, he shivered from the chilly gusts coming in from the ocean. They were relentless. He squinted down and read the text that came from Kiba a moment ago.

From: Guard Dog: hey man shud cum pick up ur bro. hes totally shit faced and makin friends n a bad way.

Sent at 12:55 am

What the fuck? The message didn't make much sense but it did cause Sasuke's blood to run cold. He read the next one.

Guard Dog: U around? id take him home if I wernt fucked 2. Come get him plz

Sent at 1:16 am

Sasuke growled. Dammit, it sounded like Naruto was in big trouble if Kiba needed him to come get him. His hands shook when he sent a text out to Naruto asking if he was okay. After waiting five minutes with no answer the feeling of dread from earlier came smashing back with a vengeance. He opened Kiba's messages back up and replied.

Send me the address, I'm on my way. Keep him in your sights at all times. Don't fucking leave his side if you want to live to see another day.

That should drive the point across and keep his little brother safe a little while longer. Waiting impatiently for the next text to arrive with the address, Sasuke tapped the phone with a finger. His riding gear was back on and he was sitting on the seat of the bike when it finally arrived.

Shit. The address came from the rich side of town that was filled with million dollar houses and strictly gated communities. Also, about a 50 minute drive from here. There was no fucking way that was Gaara's place or any of Naruto's friends that he knew of. Being in an unfamiliar house only made the situation that much more dangerous for the kid.

"Goddammit!" He swore.

If he drove over a hundred he might make it in twenty or twenty-five. It was a risk, but one he was willing to take. Firing up the engine once again, Sasuke punched the gas and flew across the black tar pavement with speeds that only a high performance sports bike—or car—could handle with ease. For the first time, he's never been more happy that Itachi bought him the $50,000 bike for his 21st birthday.

He silently prayed there were no cops along the way.

Racing down the freeway, cold air blasted against his riding gear. With all the adrenaline pumping through his veins he felt nothing. His only thought was getting to Naruto in time.

Kiba's texts were vague and sloppy, he wasn't sure exactly what was happening, and his imagination conjured up the worst case scenario. He'd seen firsthand that bad things happen to good people in a crowds like that. Fuck. He had been that person once or twice, ruining innocent minds. Sasuke would be damned if he let anything happened to his little brother.

When Sasuke approached the address Kiba had sent him, a large gate and security booth stood in the way. He flashed his ID and the officer buzzed him in with wide fearful eyes.

Sometimes it was good to have Uchiha as a last name—but not always. Fear or respect was generally the most common reaction when someone found out his last name. At least in this instance, it worked in his favor. Sasuke gave a nod of thanks to the underpaid security guard and drove strait though the large gate.

It wasn't necessary to double check the address on his phone, the huge line of cars parked outside of a beautiful mansion a few houses down was the only clue he needed. Even as far away as he was, he heard music blaring from inside the house, see stumbling teen make their way to their cars, some of them not even reaching their goal as they just passed out on the freshly cut lawn.

How the fuck did the home owners association not shut a party of this magnitude down? Places like this have strict rules against noise violations and curfew's. He would know, he had grown up in a place like this. One explanation he could think of would require major payoff.

Driving up to the front lawn, Sasuke parked his bike on the expensive lawn. Fuck it. He wasn't going to park a block away which was the nearest available spot.

The front door was cracked open so he didn't bother knocking and invited himself in…not that he would've done so if it were shut. Scanning the large mass of moving bodies, Sasuke scrunched his nose from the stench.

Damn. There must be hundreds of drunk assholes here. How the fuck was he going to find his Naruto in this?

The entryway was large and would've been gorgeous if not for the hundreds of barely dressed teens and young adults dirtying up the place. But as of right now, it smelled of cheap booze, sweat, Tabaco, vomit, and even a hint of piss. Beer bottles and red cups—both empty and half full—littered the floor and every available surface. The cleaning bill was going to cost a small fortune.

Fuck. It was worse than he thought. He couldn't hear a damn things over the eardrum bleeding speakers blaring out shitty punk rock music, the vibrations from the base made his heart pound.

Cigarette smoke filled the air with a thick haze. Add the wall of bodies to the mix, and he could barely see a damn thing. People swayed and the walls pulsed in rhythm to the base.

He needed to reach higher ground, and fast. Shoving his way through the shit-faced teens was never his idea of fun, but here he was, plowing through overly touchy girls like a bull running through the city streets in Mexico during Running of the Bulls.

Sasuke finally reached a set of stairs and climbed up for a better view. He sighed. How the fuck did Naruto get himself into this mess? This was not the type crowd he would ever expect to find him in. It was the type of crowd that would quickly use up someone innocent like him and toss him out like a used condom.

Nerves had his heart beating at a rapid pace as he searched everywhere for a mop of blond hair. There were plenty of blonds here but most were female. Every time he thought he saw one it turned out to be somebody else. He started to panic, thinking that maybe it was already too late. Naruto could be passed out somewhere and all alone. Or worse, in a room with a stranger that had slipped him a Ruffy.

God he hoped not. Heads would fucking roll if that happened.

He called both Kiba and Naruto's number, praying for a small miracle that one of them would answer. Neither one did. Then Sasuke grabbed a few party goers and asked if they'd seen a blond, blue eyes male or even the fucking host of the party. While he didn't place much hope in that, he wasn't expecting the girl to shriek like a banshee in his ears. Maybe he needed to tone down the glare a few notches. The other person was a male and responded by asking him if he had any coke. Fuck. This was useless, he was wasting precious time. He gave the room one last sweep before he decided to search every goddamn room in this fucking mansion.

Yeah, he was fucking pissed, he could practically feel his blood pressure rising.

As he scanned the room for the final time Sasuke spotted a flash of yellow hair near the stage that hosted some rented band. He squinted his eyes for a better look. Could it really be him? The blond mop had disappeared once again but he spotted bright red hair near that same location. Gaara. Zeroing in on the familiar pale face, Sasuke found Kiba and that Hinata girl standing close by.

That had to be where Naruto was.

Sasuke made his way down the stairs as quickly as possible, stepping over a body here and there along the way. He shoved, dodged and squished his way through the river of people standing in his way. It was slow going, and frustration grew with every step he made.

By the time he reached the stage area he was fucking murderous. Even the more sober partygoers parted for him after taking one look at his face. Smart people.

His fists clenched painfully at his sides, a deep growl rumbled up his chest once he finally spotted the blond he'd been looking for. Standing on the dance floor, Naruto swayed to the beat of the drums. Behind Naruto stood a ghostly pale male with black hair similar to his own waring a cropped shirt and painted-on, black leather pants that road low on narrow hips. Naruto's front was plastered against his boyfriends, who had his hand palmed over his ass.

The worst part was that Naruto barely looked able to stand, yet alone be coherent enough to stop anyone from taking advantage of him if they chose too. The only reason he wasn't plastered on the ground right now was because his arms were wrapped around Gaara's neck and the redhead had a firm hold on his hips.

Their lips were locked in a sloppy kiss, the unknown dark stranger ground his hips into Naruto's ass and had his hands up Naruto's shirt. The kid looked like he was being eaten alive and fucked at the same time by these two men.

To top it off, a long haired brunette with pale eyes stood closely to Naruto's side and stared hungrily at the boy, occasionally reaching out to cup a feel. Judging by the uniquely colored eyes the man must have been related to Hinata Hyuga.

Kiba watched on side nervously as Naruto got groped and manhandled by all three men. When it looked bad, he would step in and interfere when one of them got too frisky and tugged on Naruto's wrist, probably to take the party to a more 'private' area. But otherwise left Naruto to the wolves.

Fuck that shit.

Scowling, Sasuke charged over with a thunderous glare and yanked Naruto out of the other man's grip without warning. Naruto yelped and nearly fell over, but Sasuke caught him and secured the boy's unstable body with his chest and strong arms. A powerful wave of relief flooded through him that Naruto was safe in his arms, he were anyone else he would be in tears.

Naruto gasped at the sudden change of partners, his eyes were bright and unfocused. "Bro? What 'r youuu doing her?" He slurred, his body heavy and limp in Sasuke's arms.

Sasuke ignored his question and directed his icy glare to the three men standing nearby. "Come any closer to him and I will call the cops for attempted rape and serving alcohol to underage kids." He growled at the three men glared back at him for taking away their 'toy'.

A small crowd formed around them, some took out their cell phones as if expecting a fight to break out any second.

Who knows what would have happened if he showed up a little later? Sasuke shivered at the disturbing thought of Naruto being dragged into a private room with one or all of those boys.

The only reason he didn't put up a fight was because he had to take care of Naruto right now more than anything else. He would have a little chat later with his shitty boyfriend though. But for now, he needed to get the kid safe at home.

"Shit, Sasuke. Chill out. What'r you talk'n bout?" Naruto pleaded.

"Quite, Naruto. I'm taking you home, right now. You've had way too much to fucking drink, this party is over." His eyes softened and a smirk formed on hip lips when Naruto pouted cutely at him. So fucking hot.

Gaara and the two strangers wisely left him alone without causing any further trouble and allowed Sasuke to pull Naruto out of the crowd, into safety.

Getting him out, on the other hand, was easier said than done.

Naruto's strong arms constricted painfully around his neck as he tried dragging him out. The blond head was tucked snugly in the dip of Sasuke's collarbone. Naruto's arms wrapped tightly around him like a koala bear hugging a eucalyptus tree. Sasuke would have thought it was adorable and sexy if the circumstances were different, the unusual behavior concerned him greatly.

How much did he have to fucking drink? Sasuke refused to think of what could have happened to him if he never opened that text.

God, he weighed a fuck ton. Sasuke thought as he awkwardly shuffled the limp body outside. He half carried, half dragged Naruto over to a bush located not far from his bike and pried his arms off. Naruto immediately shot out and tried to grip hold of him again, but Sasuke was faster and dogged it easily. Naruto groaned and swayed on his feet.

"Naruto, listed to me. It's going to be okay now. You are safe with me. I'm about to take you home, but I need you to do something for me first. You've had too much to drink and need to empty your stomach. It's that, or I take you to the hospital where they will have your stomach pumped. It's not pleasant and will require a police report…possibly social services…and one guardian to get you out since you're a minor and were given alcohol illegally." Sasuke coaxed quietly while he repositioned Naruto's body to face the bush.

Fuck, he was furious! He wanted to go back and punch those mutherfucker's in the face for taking advantage of Naruto while he was in such a poor condition.

"Huh?" Naruto scrunched his face in both confusion and of horror. "T-that's disgusting! Can't do it." Naruto slurred heavily and stumbled just from standing still.

Having lost all patients, Sasuke shoved two fingers into his mouth, pushing all the way back until he reached the gag reflex. "I'm not asking." He growled.

There wasn't enough time to be angry or surprised, Naruto heaved immediately after getting his tonsils tickled. Fluids bubbled up his esophagus, burning his throat, as he emptied out his stomach contents onto a trimmed shrub. It was clear from all the alcohol he drank.

"Good," Sasuke patted his back. "Feeling a little better?"

Naruto nodded back but said nothing. His throat being too raw to speak.

"Now let's get the fuck out of here before I change my mind and calls the cops anyway." Sasuke grabbed Naruto's shoulders and escorted him towards the bike.

He looked at the small motorcycle. Damn. He really wished he took his car instead.

"I only brought one helmet so take mine." Sasuke handed it to him, but when drunk boy failed to figure out how to put it on he helped him out. And then Naruto fell of the off the seat when he made an attempt to get on.

Shit. This wasn't good. Not at all. How the fuck was he going to get them both home alive?

"Goddammit, little brother. Keep it together. Wrap your arms around my waist and hold on as tightly as you can. I'll go as slow as I can." He obeyed the order and wrapped himself tightly against him.

The trip home was painfully slow and nerve-wracking. And getting a stubborn, drunk Naruto inside and into bed was nearly as taxing. Apparently, he wasn't tired yet and had other things on his mind…not so brotherly things by the way he continued to clinging onto him like a leech.

Little fucker.

Any other night—or day—he would be more than happy to handle a handsey Naruto. It would a fantasy really. But not tonight. Not like this. It had been a close call for the kid and Sasuke was still pissed about it.

"Mmm…you smell…like the sea. Wize that?" Naruto giggled and sniffed his neck.

"And you smell like vomit. Here…take this." Handing him a toothbrush, Sasuke finally managed to get the blond to let go.

"Hmm…wonder why? Maybe because you shoved your hand down my fuckin throat?" Naruto grumbled between the bristles stroking his teeth, saliva drooled onto his chin.

God, Sasuke wished it were something other than his fingers that went down his throat. At least he was sounding more coherent. "Glad you're feeling well enough to argue, now fucking brush so you can get to bed already."

Naruto stuck his white, toothpaste covered tongue out childishly.

Real mature. Once again, Sasuke gaze was brought down to that delicious looking mouth. Ah fuck. It was wet. So fucking red and wet looking. Walk away. Just walk away.

Taking his own advice, Sasuke turned around and left their shared bathroom and changed into some pajamas. A shower before bed would have been nice—he still like salt from the ocean—but he didn't trust Naruto to be on his own right now.

Once he heard the faucet turn on and Naruto spit, he went back in and took care of his own dental hygiene. Once he was finished, he saw Naruto sitting on the edge of his bed, trying—and failing—to take off one of the ridiculous leather boots. Those bastards were laced all the way up to mid-calf. Getting them off sober would be tricky enough.

It was kind of hilarious to watch Naruto's face scrunch up in focused concentration but not quite hitting the mark as he was still shitfaced. With a huff, he finally gave up his pathetic attempt at untying the boots…after he fell on the ground.

"I think I broke them." Teary eyes looked up at Sasuke for help.

For the love of God. "You're really are something you know that?" Sasuke chuckled softly at his sniffling little brother and went over to help, tugging off the nightmare boots then perched him back on the bed. At times like these, he felt ages older than the kid. "And you're sleeping on your bed tonight by the way, not mine."

The last thing he wanted was a remake of the last time Naruto came home drunk. They were still not over it.

Golden lashes and misty eyes blinked up at him. Ah, shit. Those baby blues hit him like a fucking freight train. "Pleaseee, big bro? I need to be near you tonight."

Goddammit. "Don't call me that, Naruto." It made his balls tingle.

Sasuke closed his eyes and counted to ten, deciding on what to do with the needy boy next. How could he say no when Naruto begged so cutely like that? He gave in and patted the top covers once he got settled.

The toothy grin he was rewarded with was well worth it…almost.

A/N: Oh, what will Naruto do next? :P

I want to clarify why Sasuke goes from protective to being a predator. He will first and foremost always be Naruto's caring older brother. But now that his eyes are set on having him, Sasuke is on the hunt. For now, it's about getting what he wants—in Naruto's pants. And he is getting pretty desperate.