Chapter 14: It's not Fair: Part I

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Song for the chapter, Orgy by Blue Monday.

Beta'd by my lovely HeartSNS. Due to length the chapter has been cut, no warnings in part 1.

As the family settled in the overly packed Land Rover—crammed full of bags and stuff they really didn't need for just a weekend trip—Iruka started the engine.

"Oh, just before we go….Naruto, did you remember to pack your toothbrush?" Iruka asked, peaking back at the blond through the visor.

Oh, no. Not the 21 questions. Please, God, no!

"Yes dad," he pouted.

"What about the special toothpaste with the flavor you like?"

"Yep…"

"Deodorant?" his dad persisted.

"Mmhmm…"

"Underwear?"

"Of course."

"What about a spare change of undies just in case anything happens?"

"Jesus, dad!" Naruto groaned loudly, his cheeks heating up. "Enough with the mother henning already. I know how to pack an overnight bag."

Dammit, he was mortified. Being treated like a little kid…especially in front of Sasuke. Aka, the 'cool' kid.

"Language, Naruto." Iruka reprimanded. "I was just trying to help."

"I think Naruto's just excited to get out on the road, Honey," Kakashi pitched in sweetly, saving Naruto's hide. "As we all are."

Iruka didn't look too convinced but he ended up pulling out of the drive anyways, much to everyone's relief.

"Finally," Naruto whispered quietly to himself. "I never thought we'd get out of here."

Sasuke chuckled softly in the back seat beside him.

"Oh, I got this CD for the trip," Iruka started again, "to help us get in the mood."

Simultaneously, the three passengers in the car groaned. But of course that didn't deter the man. Iruka pushed a brightly colored disk into the player that read "Pop Hits" in Japanese.

"You didn't have to do that, Iruka…" Sasuke added quickly. Panic clearly writing on his face all of a sudden.

Now Naruto was curious and a little worried. It wasn't often he saw fear in Sasuke's eyes.

"Nonsense. I thought it would be fun to embrace your heritage for once, Sasuke." The brunette man smiled cheerfully. "How many times am I going to have you ask you to call me dad until you actually listen, young man?"

Instead of answering the question (he's obviously heard a thousand times), the raven brooded silently in his seat. Naruto's face split in two with the wicked grin he was sending his way. This was getting good.

The moment was short-lived and his evil smile cracked and shattered like glass when the disk started playing. Every inch of the car was surrounded with a high pitched, obnoxiously bubbly voice in a language only Sasuke knew. The lead singer sounded like a 10 year old girl with her squeaky shrill voice. It was…absolutely horrendous.

Kakashi started to sweat.

After ten long minutes and awkward moments of silence and cringing faces, Iruka cleared his throat and turned on the radio instead. Turning it to the alternative hits station.

"Um, I think we'll give this a try instead," he laughed nervously.

Kakashi, Naruto, and Sasuke released an exasperated sigh of relief in unison. Even the Land Rover revved up as if saying "thank God!"

The remainder of the two-point-five hour drive was relatively uneventful. Sasuke played on his iphone while listening to his own brand music with noise cancelling headphones. Kakashi had his feet resting up on the dashboard as he read his favorite orange little book, somehow blocking out the catchy tunes Naruto and Iruka sang along to.

Overall, Naruto was having a great time and had completely forgotten about the balls nestled inside him. Most of the time. When they hit speed bump or jolted to a sudden stop he definitely remembered.

Once they arrived in a small, sleepy town just outside the resort area, Iruka pulled in front of an old fashioned diner that they had agreed upon as a good spot for lunch. Naruto was famished after the breakfast fiasco so he ended up woofing down a massive, greasy double cheeseburger, a basket of fries, and a chocolate shake with extra whipped cream and a cherry on top.

Thankfully Sasuke behaved himself this time around. And he ended up picking a much lighter meal. A grilled chicken salad.

As the food settled in their bloated stomachs' the conversation remained light and pleasant, Kakashi and Iruka traded some fun and interesting stories involving difficult people they've encountered through their work.

Sasuke briefly mentioned working on a big essay project for one of his business classes. The subject: How digital marketing in behavioral advertisement invades privacy. The paper was due by the end of the month and counted for half the grade in class. Naruto was stressing just the thinking about it. He was terrible at writing papers.

When it was his turn to share, he talked animatedly about the football game that he and his team just won, bringing the Konoha Wildcats into the playoffs.

After lunch they checked out the local shops of the quaint, country-bumpkin town that smelled of lilacs and hay. As they leisurely strolled down the walkway of the mom-and-pop storefronts, Naruto had all but forgotten the metal-torture-balls inside of him, too caught up in conversation with Iruka and body relaxed after the satisfying diner meal. But shortly after walking, chatting and pointing out objects here and there in the shop windows that he believed his guardian would find interesting, Naruto felt the tall-tale signs of arousal stirring in his groin.

Shit. Not again.

Dragging ass big time, Naruto only managed to walk a block and a half before he was experiencing problems. And the worst part was he couldn't do a damned thing about it.

Sweat trickled down his forehead, collecting with the other droplets beading from his pores. Gathering in the absorbent cotton of the collared shirt. With his heavy breathing and wobbly legs, Naruto probably looked like he'd just ran a marathon. He certainly felt like it.

Before he drew anymore unwanted attention, he came up with something quick to get himself out of walking any further. Pointing at a storefront window, Naruto feigned interest in wanting to play a game of Pac Man in the old arcade shop. He insisted to his fathers to go on ahead and that he would catch up with them later. But of course Sasuke refused to leave his side.

Goddamn it. Couldn't a guy get a break?

The answer was an obvious 'fuck no'.

As Iruka and Kakashi walked on ahead, Naruto placed a hand against the building's wood planked wall instead of actually entering the shop, having had no plans to enter the shop in the first place. All he wanted was break to catch his breath and calm the feverish lust overtaking his body and mind.

God, he was so horny.

Like ready-to-rabbit-fuck-the-shit-outa-the-blue-postal-box-in-front-of-him kind of horny. Some emergency level shit right there.

Sasuke's ban of not being allowed to touch himself only heighten his arousal even more. As he stood there like an idiot, gulping down greedy mouthfuls' of air, clarity started crawling its way back into his foggy brain.

Although, not completely.

Continuous pressure on his prostate and not being able to cum left him feeling high, like he was floating. There was some pleasure in it, sure. But more so, it was just plain uncomfortable at this point—borderline painful from being overstimulated for so long.

After spending a few more minutes of being that creepy guy with wild eyes loitering in front of the poor shop, Naruto decided it was time to end the break before his fathers' got too far ahead. That or the sheriff came and told him to get lost. Neither option sounded particularly appealing.

Although his overheated body had a moment to cool down a degree, he was still feeling feverish.

It was soooo hot out, he thought to himself. Like really fucking hot. Not really, it was actually a perfect 73 degrees out. But it was hot. He was hot. His brother was hot…

Fuck. He didn't like where this was going.

"Naruto!" Sasuke suddenly called out in warning. But it was too late. Lost in a haze, Naruto tripped over his own damn foot and would've face-planted with a pole if he hadn't regained his balance back in the nick of time. "Oh, for fuck's sake—"

A frustrated growl came from behind.

"Here…hold on to my arm," Sasuke offered, quickly sliding up next to Naruto's unstable frame. Carefully, he matched the slow pace and uncoordinated place of Naruto's steps, all while holding out his arm like he was fucking Prince Charming when he was actually one of the evil step sisters.

Dazed blue eyes blinked rapidly a few times as he tried comprehending what was being said, ignoring the image of Cinderella characters inside his head. It took a moment for his vision to clear. When he finally came too, Sasuke was studying him with a strange expression.

"Huh?" he murmured in a dreamlike state, having no clue what the other said.

"Take my arm," the raven tried again, his brows furrowed with concern and something else.

Why wasn't he making any sense?

He was only leaning on a wall, minding his own business, wasn't he?

Naruto looked down. Huh. He briefly wonder why his feet were moving on their own instead of resting near the wall.

"Why would I wanna do that?" he glanced back up, his movements slow and sluggish. Like his speech. It's just that…Sasuke skin was so smooth and perfect, like porcelain in the shining sun…

Fuck. Nothing was making any sense. This must be what 'drunk with lust' meant.

"Because you look like you're about to pass out. Here…" his brother grabbed his arm and cradled it in his own. "Put your weight on it," he then ordered.

Naruto obeyed, leaning heavily against his brother's hard body to steady himself. Immediately his world turned a little clearer, a little more real.

Unlike before, there was now ground beneath his feet instead of floating clouds. Sasuke's arm acting as an anchor, bringing him back down to earth.

They walked a block like that, hand and hand. Sasuke practically dragging/carrying his weight like he was a drunk asshole who needed an escort to the cab after a long night of way to much partying. Strangers walking past shot Naruto disapproving and disgusted looks, most likely because of age rather than the time of day. Like he somehow managed to find a bartender in this shitty little town that would serve him his bodyweight in sugary cocktails. As if.

It was rather annoying, embarrassing as fuck, and getting on his damn nerves.

"This is all your fault, Sasuke bastard." he grumbled childishly, kicking a rock in front of him. "You should be carrying me instead."

"I thought you'd never ask," Sasuke winking suggestively, his smokey rich voice turning husky and seductive. "You can ride me anytime you want, babe."

"Gah!" Naruto scattered away from him in a rush, a bright pink blush staining his cheeks. Glaring at him, he added, "God, I hate you sometimes. You know I didn't mean it like that! Does everything about you have to be sexual?"

The dark-haired man chuckled. "I'm glad you think I'm sexual. It means you find me attractive."

Naruto glared harder.

"Oh come on now, will you please stop acting like a blushing virgin already? If I'd known you'd be so damn sensitive to the metal balls I would've suggested something else." Sasuke paused for a moment, lost deep in thought. "You'd be terrible in the BDSM community, by the way, if this is how you react to something so…light. Or…maybe you'd be perfect for it," he pondered out loud.

Disturbed and disgruntled, Naruto remained impassive during Sasuke's rant. When the other man suddenly leaned over and patted the back of his thighs he watched curiously. His stoic features giving nothing away and looking utterly ridiculous and out-of-place if he was really doing what Naruto suspected he was doing…

"But seriously, hop up," his brother demanded. "I promise not to bite. Iruka and Kakashi are getting far too ahead of us and I don't believe your incapable ass is going to make it another ten feet, yet alone the four blocks we would need to get there."

"You've got to be kidding me," Naruto deadpanned. Jaw slack and eyes wide with disbelief as he just stood there frozen, starting at him like a deer caught in the headlights.

Was he being for real?

The whole scenario was awkward as hell and sounded wrong coming from someone like Sasuke. The man always acted like he was better than everyone else. And now he was offering him up a piggyback ride—in public? Was the world coming to an end?

Or was it another one of his setups? Another weird way to seduce me perhaps?

Although… the offer did sound really appealing…

Naruto's trembling thighs buckled with the next step. That's it! He'd take the damn ride!

"Fine," the young man accepted reluctantly. Arms folded defensively over his chest, he waddled over to Sasuke like a penguin. "But no more sexual innuendos."

"I can't promise that," Sasuke shook his head with a sly smile on his lips. Naruto hesitated. Then his brother brought it down a notch. "But I can promise to leave you alone—for the time being."

Weighing the options around in his head, Naruto took the risk and leaped on Sasuke's back—once he figured walking was not a good alternative.

Making himself comfortable, Naruto wrapped his arms around Sasuke's broad chest while securing his long legs around the man's narrow waist. His feet dangled in between Sasuke's knees as his brother held his lower body by gripping his thighs. Being so close to Sasuke, Naruto couldn't help but get a whiff of his scent: cologne, aftershave, and something unique to Sasuke. It took more effort than he would like to admit to suppress the urge to press his nose against Sasuke's delicate neck and inhale him like a drug. They were in public after all.

"Shit," the raven groaned under him. "Your fat ass weighs a ton."

"Shut it, jackass," Naruto grinned. "I didn't hear you complaining about my fat ass when your tongue was buried deep inside it last night."

"Maybe I prefer a little junk in the trunk. Ever consider that?"

"Damn. I don't even know how to respond to that." Naruto couldn't help but laugh. His mood lighter after Sasuke's temporary promise of good behavior and a free lift. "Butt jokes aside, you're the one that offered to give me a ride in the first place. So giddy up there, pony! I want a nice smooth ride. No bumpy shit or I'm gonna swat that bony ass of yours in front of everyone."

Side-eyeing the blond with narrowed eyes, Sasuke growled low in his throat, the vibrations travelling through Naruto in delicious waves. "You're going to make this really difficult for me, aren't you?"

"Damn right, my pretty little pony. Now mush!" He kicked Sasuke's sides like he would a real horse with a shit-eating grin threatening to split his face in two.

"That terms for sled dogs, Usuratonkachi."

"Mm-mm. Not today it isn't! So mush, teme horse!"

Much to Naruto's surprise and amusement, Sasuke actually neighed and trotted off. The blond burst into a serious of belly-aching laughs, tears misting his blue eyes as his brother took his role way too seriously. Strangers gave them odd looks and lingering glances but that didn't bother them, at all. Not when they were having so much fun literally horsing around.

It's been a long time since Naruto's felt so relaxed and playful around him, and it felt damn good having him back. Once again, he found himself missing the other man's company. The way things were before. Before everything turned awkward and tense and messy between them.

"You need a horsey name," Naruto brilliantly suggested, if he must say so himself. "How 'bout… Twilight? You totally look like a Twilight."

"Hell no," he objected gruffly, adding an extra bounce to his step in retaliation. "I'm not being named after a shitty glittering vampire movie."

"Oh, God…don't do that again." Naruto bit his lip and closed his eyes tightly, feeling his cock leaking even more inside his underwear as the metal balls stimulating his prostate. "And I h-happen to like that movie."

"Is that because of the hot actors in it?"

"M-m-maybe," Naruto stuttered.

"Goddamn it. I should've known you were gay sooner," Sasuke muttered to himself.

"Hey! I never said the dudes were hot."

"Bro, you didn't need to. There's like only one chick in the whole damn movie. And the entire time she looks as if she's about to regurgitate her lunch on set."

"Ha! So you watched the movie then?" he baited. "I knew it. Who do you think's hotter, Edward or Jacob? And there is more than one chick in it, by the way. Rosalie is hot."

"Of course I've seen it. Everyone's seen that terrible movie…whether they wanted to or not," Sasuke glowed. "Rosalie is a basic bitch who's too old to be on your radar. And I don't like either of those boys. Jasper is way hotter."

"Dark, bro. Dark," Naruto chuckled.

"It is what it is," Sasuke shrugged, bouncing Naruto higher up on his shoulders.

The new position pressed his arousal hard against Sasuke's lower back. Naruto bit back a moan, embarrassed that he couldn't control the desire raging inside him threatening to take over. Fuck, it felt so good.

But he shouldn't be thinking about that right now. Hell, he could hardly think at all. Was too busy writhing, too busy needing. At this point, any stimulus, any friction, to his already oversensitized body would set him off. The longer he denied it the worse it got.

Yet, it was impossible not to think of Sasuke's warm body pressing against his as he rode the other man's back. How his strong tattooed arms effortlessly supported his weight. It was enough to make him want to stay with this man. Because he never wanted to lose this feeling. Living in a world where Sasuke never touches him again…

Fuck, he wasn't going there.

They fit so well together, and not just physically. But on a spiritual level that Naruto couldn't explain. Like they were destined to meet before they were even born. Or at least that's the way he's always felt around Sasuke. It could be just his imagination, but he didn't think so.

Naruto was very aware of his cock rubbing on Sasuke, and it turned him on so much it was scary in its intensity. Then a roller-coaster of emotions washed over him, hitting him like a brick. The unquenchable thirst for sex, anger, resentment, confusion, want, pleasure, pain, joy and hatred assaulted his thoughts. Each emotion shifting from one to the next in a dizzying pace. He felt like a teenage girl on a period, overwhelmed and frustrated.

He hated himself for how much he wanted Sasuke to touch him. Was ashamed and embarrassed that he had contemplated accepting Sasuke's proposal in his subconscious, and for the selfish reason of enjoying his body a little longer. It was disgusting and shameful and cruel to think like that. The opposite of what he strived for all this time.

He could hate himself all he wanted, but he still had no control over his body's reactions.

Possessed by sinful urges, Naruto's hips bucked forward without thought, then ground hard against Sasuke's backside. A small whimper escaped his lips. The friction was pure bliss. His heated skin tingled all over as lust flowed through his system like molten lava, fueling every inch of his body with intense desire.

"Sasuke…" Naruto gasped in his ear, sphincter clenching as his pelvis rolled more desperately against his back. And with every buck of his hips, every electrifying jolt racing up his spine, spreading warmth through his core and thighs, spilled more small whimpers and moans from his pink lips.

"Fuckfuckfuck…" he chanted, his face buried in the curve of Sasuke's neck.

He was so out if it he didn't realize he was speaking out loud until Sasuke inhaled sharply and stopped moving altogether. The man's frantic heartbeat hammering against his chest, matching Naruto's own hummingbird-like rhythm.

"Okay, that's enough," he said hoarsely. "You've had enough fun. I won't be able to keep my promise to you if you keep rubbing off on me like that and making those noises."

Before Naruto could beg him for a little more time he was dumped unceremoniously onto a park bench, located outside a small clothing shop. Presumably the one Iruka and Kakashi were in.

Sasuke's dark eyes were intense and full of hunger as he looked down upon the flushed and dazed blond—who was literally quivering with need. Fingers twitched at his sides with restraint. "Christ, do you have any idea what you're doing to me?"

"To you?" Naruto laughed bitterly, knowing full well a tantrum was coming on but had no control over it. "What about me, asshole?!" he fired back angrily, his tone dry and flat.

His ass remained planted on the metal bench—because well, it was just a lot easier than standing up at the moment. Even if it did take away from the intimidation factor. He could still narrow his eyes.

"You're the one that forced me into this, you bastard! None of this is fair, goddammit! If I have suffer all fucking day long, you certainly can handle a little—"

The chime of a shop door opening alerted them to the presence of another. Naruto mouth snapped shut. Two sets of startled eyes darted in the direction where the noise had come from. They'd both forgotten they were in public.

Iruka emerged from the store with a plastic bag in his hands and bright smile on his face. The second he spotted the boys his smile faded.

"What happened?" he immediately asked, feeling the tension between them. "We were having a perfect day together. Then I leave for 10 minutes and you boys' are up to no good again! I thought we've gotten over this! Whatever is going on between you two needs to stop now. We are spending this vacation as a happy, normal family together, goddamn it! Got it?"

If only he knew…

Naruto's eyes widened in fear as his father blew up in the street. He was terrifying when provoked.

"It's not like that, Iruka! Sasuke and I were just rough-housing and he threw me on the bench. I got carried away after that…" Naruto explained rapidly, wheezing as the air in his lungs deflated like a balloon. Only then did he remember to breathe.

It was a white lie, but it was now made obvious how important this family trip was to the man. He wasn't going to be the one to fuck it up.

"Seriously, dad, we're cool now. No more fights…I promise."

He nudged Sasuke's arm with his elbow.

"Yeah, we're cool," Sasuke went with it, voice flat as he picked at his nails.

He wasn't nearly as convincing.

Stepping up the charm, Naruto beamed overenthusiastically at Iruka, secretly plotting to stab his brother in the foot for that shitty performance.

Or at least he assumed he was smiling. His face hurt so he must be.

His guardian studied them for a minute before his features gradually softened and his shoulders released some of their tension. Naruto released a sigh of relief.

"Okay…I guess. But if either of you start fighting one more time you'll have to endure an entire afternoon of Kakashi's recruitment training when we get home. Understood?" Iruka said sternly, leaving no room to argue.

"Yes, sir!" Naruto saluted. Although, his face was a little pale with the prospect of going through that grueling hell Kakashi called 'training'.

"Oh, fuck no," Sasuke swore under his breath, his eyes a growing little wider.

At least they were on the same page for once.

"Good," his farther smiled kindly. Like he hadn't just threatened them with a near death experience. "Now let's go have some fun before we have to check-in. I saw a bowling alley just up the street, and I thought it would be a perfect activity for your competitive natures. Not to toot my own horn or anything, but it would be nice to see if I still got it after all these years."

Anything to make Iruka happy again.

Naruto enjoyed pretty much every sport so it sounded like a great idea.

That was until the blond was standing outside the building and came to the sudden realization that he was royally fucked. Oh. God. No. The implication of bowling with balls inside his ass had his eyes widening with horror. Every exaggerated movement would send them banging against each other, vibrating and rolling endlessly. It would be torture.

And quite frankly, he didn't think he would be able to pull it off.

With a panicked expression, Naruto glanced over to Sasuke with pleading eyes. But his brother seemed to have already drawn that conclusion.

Once they got inside, the large open space was distracting, dark, and thick with smoke. The day was still young so most of the lanes were vacant and the pricing was cheap. Strobe lights and blaring pop music gave the old building a club-like vibe. Why bowling was the only sport where that was acceptable, he'd never know.

Sasuke immediately pulled him to a dark corner while the parents went to pay for a lane.

"You can barely walk, Naruto. How the fuck do you think you can bowl without arousing any suspicion? Just say the word and I'll take them out."

"Go fuck yourself, Sasuke. I'm not agreeing to your stupid demands this time. We all know how well that played out last time," Naruto sneered, blue eyes blazing. "I don't even know why you want to be with me like that, and I don't really care anymore. It's not happening."

He was so sick of playing these games. He just wanted to get this shitshow over with, crawl up in his bed, then wake up the next day like this was all a distant dream.

"Don't say I didn't warn you. The longer you wait the worse it will get."

"Don't worry about me, asshole. Worry about how many of my chores you'll be doing for the rest of the year once I win," he smirked nastily.

Nostrils flared, Naruto caught the familiar sent of his brother. Shiiit. Why did Sasuke have to stand so damn close to him? It should be illegal for anyone to smell that good.

Damn, his brain was fucked.

If only he was allowed to cum…

Zoning out like an idiot, it took Naruto approximately five seconds to reboot. Angrily he grabbed the nearest ball out of spite, and the fact that there was a nice waiting bench that was calling his name. Without testing the weight or hole size, he sauntered over to the lanes where Iruka and Kakashi were putting on their shoes.

Plopping his 'fat' ass down, Naruto worked on brainstorming a game plan as the others' picked out their own balls.

Because let's face it, he was in no condition to bowl.

As it turned out, there was no game plan by the time Sasuke, Iruka, and Kakashi had come back with their—proper fitting—ball. Meanwhile, Naruto sulked in his seat as the game started up, holding a hideous lime green child's ball. Fan-fucking-tastic.

Naruto was the last to be listed on the monitor, not that it helped any. When it was his turn to go up, he sucked in a deep breath, clenched his cheeks together and tried walking as naturally as possible on the glossy, wood paneled floor. Ugly green ball held firmly to his chest. Focusing as best he could, the blond aimed up the pins and swung. Leg swung back, hips dipped, and he got the fucking shock of a lifetime. The metal balls rolled around and clashed together, humming and vibrating with every twist and turn of his hips.

Fucking hell.

The second round was even worse. He knew what to expect this time around, yet he could do nothing to prevent the outcome from repeating itself. Not even when he tried locking his hips. The balls still jostled inside him and precum leaked from the tip of his cock, the front of his underwear quickly growing wet. Being so close to the edge and not being able to cum was excruciating and exhausting, both mentally and physically. It was a constant adrenaline rush that blended pleasure with pain.

The game was going terrible. Gutter ball after gutter ball, that's all he got. Far too distracted with what's inside of him to score any real points. Naruto wanted to scream in frustration but he didn't. Instead he fumed silently like a kid in time-out.

While Naruto was experiencing an all-time low, Sasuke bowled strike after strike with his legendary precision. Goddamn prissy bastard. Always has to be so good at everything.

"Naruto, are you okay?" Iruka asked, noticing the boy's sour mood and stiff posture.

"Umm…not really. I feel a little off," he was able to answer honestly. The weight of Sasuke's gaze upon him making him feel raw and exposed. "Maybe it was something I ate from the diner. Mind taking over for me? I need to use the bathroom."

Before Iruka could answer if there was anything he could do, Naruto tore (more like hobbled) off towards the men's restroom. The insides of the public bathroom were pretty disgusting and hardly sanitary but there were no other private options to choose from. But even a moment to splash cold water on his face and have a second to breathe was a small blessing.

Naruto sighed as refreshing water cooled down his overheated skin. His reflection in the mirror came close to matching how he felt inside. Meaning he looked like complete shit.

Blown pupils and flushed cheeks he expected, but even his hair and wardrobe lost the fresh appearance he knew they had before leaving the house a few hours ago. His blond locks, while often wild and untamed, were matted and even more disheveled than normal from sweating and running a hand through it. Shirt and wrinkled and stained with damp sweats spots.

Inspecting his features thoroughly, he couldn't decide whether or not if he appeared high as a kite or thoroughly sexed up. Perhaps both. It was a wonder why his guardian didn't bring up his appearance sooner. Or why anyone else hadn't. They were probably trying to be polite. But little hint would've been nice, just sayin'.

Goddammit. What had he gotten himself into?

Even he was surprised how bad he looked.

The original plan was supposed to stop this whole thing, to go back to being best friends and normal non-fucking brothers, but somehow he ended up getting in another shitty deal instead.

At least all he had to do was last a day and everything would start fresh again, right? That's what they'd decided.

At least that's what he thought they'd decided. But as a draft drifted through the grimy room, Naruto knew that he couldn't pretend he didn't want it more anymore.

Maybe it was just the sex toys talking. Maybe he had secretly wanted it all this time. He couldn't remember anymore.

However, what he did know was that he couldn't keep telling himself that he wanted to go back to the exclusively platonic relationship he had with Sasuke before. It would be a lie. When every pore, every cell, every atom of his being inside of him told him he needed Sasuke. He needed his love, needed his attention, needed his touch, and needed him inside of him. Not necessarily in that order.

The thought was as terrifying as it was liberating. He wasn't sure when deeper feelings developed between him and his brother, or if it was just the desperate, needy lust talking. But he couldn't help but to think how much simpler, how much greater things could be between him and Sasuke if he took a chance and indulged in this dark fantasy. Because god help him, he wanted it. Wanted it all. Wanted to be number one in Sasuke's eyes. Wanted to be with him forever.

Fuck, he's got it bad.

But was it even possible?

Or was he fooling himself into thinking he could be that special someone in Sasuke's life?

On one hand, it was entirely possibly Sasuke was playing games with him. Angry at him for something he's done. Like dating Gaara.

Naruto wasn't an idiot, he knew how much he hurt Sasuke when he found out Naruto was gay by firsthand witnessing them kiss. Although, he would've never believed the man to stoop so low as to force him into having sex with him for something so petty as revenge or jealousy. That was far too fucked up even for somebody as emotionally constipated as his step-brother.

Yet it still happened.

There had to be something he was overlooking. The missing piece to the puzzle. Even with Sasuke's dark history, his brother wouldn't do him wrong like that. At least not for those reasons. That, Naruto was certain of.

On the other hand, Sasuke was a devastatingly handsome man with brains to match. Once the man inherits the title of his family's billion dollar company he will be unstoppable with his fearless and determined personality. There was no room or place for an orphan boy like Naruto in that kind of world, instead there would be models and successful entrepreneurs much better suited for his brother. He would only get in the way. But it still pained the boy to think that someday, sooner rather than later, he would no longer fit in Sasuke's life.

A warm feeling suddenly spread across Naruto back, snapping him out of his thoughts. He glanced up, the reflection of the mirror showed a familiar tall man hovering close behind him, pressing against his back as he faced the sink and mirror, the scent and heat of his body was making Naruto even harder.

Christ, he was hopeless.

Remembering where he was, Naruto splashed more water over his face, hoping it would snap him out of the daze. Once he found his voice, he pinned the other man with what he hoped was a stony glare. "What do you want now, Sasuke? Can't I get a break…or is that against the rules too?"

Unperturbed, sharp midnight orbs observed his features intently through the mirror before answering. "I came to see if you were okay… and that you were keeping to the rules."

"So you're here to spy on me," he replied bitterly.

Sasuke shrugged casually. "If that's what you want to think."

"Trust me, you don't wanna know what I'm thinking."

"That's not for you to say." Sasuke brought his hand up and lightly brushed over the boy's cheek with his knuckles, lingering over his scars. "I actually do want to know what going on in that thick skull of yours. Tell me what you're thinking."

Shivering from the intimate touch, Naruto shook his head no. Because it was too damn humiliating and because he was afraid of how he'd respond.

"Then would you like me to touch you here instead?" Sasuke asked as he dropped his hand to trace the hem of the boy's waistband with the tips of his fingers, dipping in and teasing the sensitive skin beneath.

Naruto watched his movements closely in the mirror with hooded eyes, hypnotized. The sharp contrast of their skin tones. The way nails drug into his skin, teasing and tickling. The way the fingers felt cool against his boiling skin. He couldn't look away. And Sasuke's husky seductive voice doing as much damage to his willpower as the arousing touches.

"Or how about here?" the man continued, drifting lower, brushing the backs of his fingers along Naruto's shaft. Oh, God. The blond cried out at how good the pressure of his hand felt pressing against his responsive flesh. "Talk to me, Naruto," Sasuke demanded.

Naruto was panting when he blurted, "I can't."

"You can't?" Sasuke repeated in a flat tone, pressing his lips in the crook of Naruto's neck. "Or won't."

Sasuke's hot breath tickled his skin, setting it on fire. The blond had to divert his eyes away from the other man because it was turning him on way too much. He hated that his body betrayed him every time Sasuke so much as looked his way, god forbid if the man touched him. Game over. Every. Damn. Time. Now add his painfully aroused state and hypersensitive skin…he was putty.

"You look beautiful when you're desperate for it," Sasuke whispered in the shell of his ear, rubbing circles in the dip of Naruto's hip bone. Layered black-blue bangs partially obscured his brother's features and yet, Sasuke's gaze was blazing with life, almost predatory. When his pink tongue darted out and licked at his lips, Naruto almost died right then and there. In a men's dirty restroom. How fitting.

There was no hope for him.

Swallowed hard, he unable to shake the sheer longing assaulting him with such violence he didn't know what to do with himself. There was an obvious bulge in Sasuke's pants that Naruto couldn't help but notice. He wanted desperately to push back against it, needed something back there to grind against, something with mass to help create more friction in the other area of his body that needed attention too. And damn it, he needed it fast. The relentless need to climax growing urgent in its intensity.

A needy whimper slipped from Naruto's parted lips.

Sasuke spun him around and kissed him. Fast and hard. Yanking him close as he tangled his long, elegant fingers in Naruto's messy blond locks, keeping him still.

Naruto would like to say he put up some resistance, that he hesitated before kissing back.

The embarrassing truth was, he melted the moment his brother's lips touched his, his mind going blissfully empty and his body going pliant and tingling all over. He couldn't help but lean heavily into Sasuke's embrace, surrendering to the passion. The desire. Feeling dizzy and flustered and barely able to register anything about the man's face other than the fact that his skin seemed to be radiating heat.

Sasuke moaned softly against him, the sound low and seductive and the hottest thing ever. The second their lips met the desire between them took off like a rocket. Sparks, fireworks, nuclear explosions and all that jazz cheesy romance movies loved to promote. But it was really happening, as hard as it was to believe.

There was no telling how much time they spent exploring each other's mouths until their lungs hurt. Then they would pause briefly to gather some oxygen before resuming their almost thirty kissing.

Naruto's mouth was the only part of him that seemed to be able to move, kissing back with wanton abandon, lips clinging to Sasuke's and sucking on Sasuke's tongue, each time his wicked tongue teasing him inviting him to come to the dark side of passion. His little gasps and whimpers turned into full-blown moans when the man's hands started moving, stroking him all over—his back, his buttocks, the backs of his legs. It felt like drowning.

It wasn't right, Naruto knew, but it felt right, and the more time they spent doing it, the better it became and the righter it felt.

Realizing that he didn't really want to fight it wasn't nearly as shocking as it should've been.

The metal balls pressed on his G as his butt hit the edge of the sink. Asshole clenching tightly in excitement, Naruto conjured up perverse images of him and Sasuke together. His brother's strong hands holding his ass wide open as he fucked into him, pressed up against the dirty stall wall as his legs were wrapped tightly around the man's waist. He was one step away from humping Sasuke—

Naruto broke the kiss and stepped away.

The boy's breathing was labored as Sasuke locked gazes with him before finally releasing him. The loss was felt almost immediately. But he had no other choice really.

As much as he wanted that to happen, the reality was; he was too fucking stubborn, it was too soon, and it wasn't fucking fair.

Blue eyes narrowed at Sasuke's. His voice a low rumble.

"You're not being fair."

Sasuke took a moment to look him up and down, gaze lingering on the bulge in his pants a little too long. He was still breathing heavy, but when his eyes met Naruto's, he gave him one of those devilish side-smile of his.

"Why's that?"

"It's cheating. You shouldn't be able to touch me until the deal is over."

"So you're saying I can touch you when it's over?"

"That's not what I meant and you know it!" Naruto snapped, his voice cracking. He glared harder, hating himself and hating this man, because even now all he wanted was to be wrapped in Sasuke's arms and kissing him. "It's hard enough having to deal with these fucking torture balls turning my insides to jelly, I don't need you seducing me on top of it."

"I don't know…you didn't seem to mind when your tongue was down my throat a second ago." Sasuke approached closer, his warm, minty breath fanning over Naruto's jaw. "I thought I'd give you a hand….You looked like you needed it."

"I don't need anything from you," he replied stubbornly, cheeks puffing out in a pout.

"Yes you do, Naruto. And that's okay, because I can give you what you need. I know your body better then you do… I know how to make it sing… how to make it mine…" With each pause Naruto felt like he was sinking deeper and deeper into a pit that he would never be able to climb out of. "I know your mind, I know your soul, I know your heart and what makes you tick. And I want it all, baby." Sasuke breathed, reaching out to brush a thumb over the boy's quivering bottom lip, sharp eyes intense and displaying a rare emotion. Vulnerability. "No one else will ever be able to satisfy you the way I can. To complete you like I do. We were always meant to be together, little brother. More now than ever. So—"

Leaning in, Sasuke kissed the corner of his mouth.

"Call me greedy. Call me an asshole. Call me a bastard all you'd like, but I already know how you feel. I can feel it in your kiss, I can see it in your eyes, and I can hear it in your racing heart. I know you feel the same way about me."

Oh god, oh, god, oh god. This could not be happening. He could not be talking like this right now. Naruto's head spun and he felt like throwing up as Sasuke kept on spewing his, what…love?...confession.

"So why, Naruto, why do you run from it? What's really holding you back?"

Fuck, fuck, fuckety-fucksticks. His brain short circuited with shock and confusion, and he had no idea what to say or even if he could say anything at all. He was not ready for this. This was not the time nor place. And he wasn't in the right state of mind. Any other day and it would have been fine, but he'd been drunk with lust for hours. Anything he said now would not be an accurate representation of how he truly felt.

Anger boiled underneath the surface of his skin, darkening the blush on his cheeks even more.

How could Sasuke say such things, now of all times?

He had plenty of time to share those feelings before. It was almost too convenient that he choose to do it now. When Naruto was conveniently cornered and needed to be held. When his emotional and physical responses were raw and on the surface, like an exposed nerve.

"I can't answer that. Not here. Not now," Naruto managed to blurt out. Proud of himself for resisting the urge to slap Sasuke in the face or shove him up against the wall and kiss that smug, beautiful smirk off his fucking face. "Not with you standing so close to me and all I can think about is sex. You're an asshole for putting this on me right now."

"If that's how you feel." Sasuke paused. "However, I want answers, Naruto. Sooner rather than later."

As his brother retreated and gave him privacy, Naruto was left feeling cold and empty inside. His heart was pounding in his chest. There would be no peace in his troubled mind until he finished that conversation with Sasuke. He'd been waiting so long for that opportunity and he now completely blew it. But it wasn't his fault, really. He simply wasn't capable. At least not today.

Knowing and accepting that did nothing to help his other problem, however.

His body was still fighting the urge to finish what they started.

Yes, he had managed to pull away before they went too far. But it was only because he had a moment of sudden clarity. In reality, he had been so dangerously close to giving in. The lines were blurring between them each day. Things that had once been considered unacceptable felt right now. It no longer felt wrong to kiss or touch Sasuke. It no longer felt wrong to openly flirt with him. And it no longer felt wrong to want him to himself. The walls standing between lust and love became thinner the more he believed the sincerity in Sasuke's words.

But even if he theoretically did want Sasuke like that, it needed to be on his own terms. Not because he was so horny he'd do anything just to get off.

What scared him the most was this development of feelings for his brother even knowing full-well that it will most likely blow up in his face someday, potentially causing irreputable harm to his relationship with Gaara and Sasuke.

It was fun pretending like he was living in an alternate reality. One where he gets the guy of his dreams, where everything would work out in the end, and he gets the happy ever after with the man he loves, but that only happened in books and movies. Certainly not to people like him.

He just hoped, that when the time came, he'd be able to express his feelings correctly.

At least now he knew what to expect...

A/N: I know this took forever to get out. After I got back from an awesome vacation during the first week of July all my motivation to write died. Like committed suicide. And it's still not fully back yet.

You guys and your positive feedback are what keeps me going and the reason I took on this monster of a task in the first place. For all my crazy sasunaru lovers! And I know you're crazy if you're reading this fic.*wink wink* So I asking for your help by leaving a comment below. More so now than ever if you want a reasonably timed update. Nothing works greater to boost an author's motivation.

Thank you and love you all for sticking around for this long. :*