Second part of It's not Fair
I want to thank you guys for all the support and praise you have given me for this story so far, and my wonderful beta HeartSNS who's been a big help and a great friend to me. I know it kinda messy with mistakes and my characters are bi-polar, yet so many still enjoy this. That makes me happy.
On that note, this chapter is a bit of a monster. It could use some more editing, but fuck it. I've been working on it for too long already. Longest one I've written so far. Sasuke and Naruto didn't agree with parts of the script and decided to do their own thing a couple of times. Guess they've been holding in their emotions for too long and its starting to show. They will get their moment soon.
Warnings: Contains explicit sexual content.
Naruto was irritated, tired, grumpy, and horny as fuck by the time they got back to the SUV. His measly score of 42 was humiliating to say the least, and in no way helping his attitude. Half way through the game Iruka pitied him enough to put up gutters when it was his turn, but even that didn't help much in his debilitated state. Most the points he did receive was when Sasuke bowled in his place and got two strikes in a row, the bastard!
As degrading as that experience was, Naruto was still feeling optimistic about the bet. Surly bowling with a sex toy up his ass was the biggest obstacle of the day, right? He only had to last…what…nine more hours and he'd be a free man. Easy.
The icing on the cake was that they were heading to the resort now. He'd be able cool down with a nice long cold shower and relax in a big comfy bed, maybe watch a show or two on the flat screen. Anything to get his head back in the game.
Twenty-five minutes into the drive, the smoothly paved roadway started declining quickly, spotting with un-filled potholes and loose gravel the further away from town and the higher up in elevation they went. Suspicion of where they were headed set in.
Forest filled with thick pines, private farms in deplorable conditions, 50 year old cottages that seen better days, and endless miles of trees and overgrown fields in between was the only scenery around. It was starting to feel like they were driving into the set of The Hills Have Eyes. Only this was real life. Where real serial killers live, and when people get lost in the woods they don't always come back.
Naruto rubbed his knees anxiously.
Jesus, where the fuck were they going? Who builds a resort out in the boonies?
The further they got from civilization the worse the road got. Now instead of any pavement at all, it was just gravel. Or a dirt path depending on one's perspective. Similar an old horse and buggy tail through the woods. Large branches blanched out overhead, shadowing the pathway to god knows where, creating a dark, mysterious and creepy affect.
The powerful Land Rover easily navigated through the tricky terrain, but it didn't do so smoothly. The car bumped up and down with ever dip in the road, rattling Naruto's abused insides. Sasuke's eye's never left him the entire time, seeming to know exactly how this must be affecting him. After a particularity hard jolt, Naruto shutters and released a small whimper. Sweat soaked his pale blue shirt as he squeezed the life out of his knee caps, desperately trying to keep it together.
His eyes drifted shut and he counted to ten, taking deep breaths in…and out, in… and out, in…and out, unconsciously spreading his knees wider apart in the process. When he got to six, a warm hand covered his own. Naruto scrunched his face in perseverance, dead set on pretending Sasuke's touch—shit…mere presence—wasn't getting to him. Which it totally didn't.
But then Sasuke's hand left his. Naruto watched as it traveled up his thigh and towards his groin, caressing his inner thigh. Teasing him at achingly slow pace, leaving behind a trail of red hot ecstasy wherever he touched. Desperate for some much needed friction, Naruto jutted his hips out far enough to guide that sinful hand to where he needed it to the most: His dick—his poor abused manhood that was probably purple and abnormally swollen by now.
Fuck, he needed to cum.
The second Sasuke's divine hand palmed over the bulge hidden beneath layers of cloth, Naruto let out a strangled moan, loud enough to be heard from the front seats. But that didn't stop him from thrusting up in his brother's hand.
"Naruto, are you okay back there?" Iruka asked from the driver's seat, glancing at the blond through the rear view mirror. "You don't look so good, Hun. Should I pull over?"
"N-no! No, don't do that I-iruka," Naruto rushed, his pitch high and breathy. "It's the horrible road that's getting me a little car sick…that's all, I swear. But I'm fine…seriously, I just want to get to the hotel already."
"…okay, I guess. Well were almost there anyways. Only about ten minutes left. But if you need me to pull over please let me know. I don't want you getting sick in Kakashi's new car."
Naruto squeezed his eyes shut, giving a tight nod, silently praying it looked like he was holding in a hurl and not the need to cum. At this angle, his parents wouldn't be able to see Sasuke's hand on his erection, just his expressions. They wouldn't be smiling if they really knew what was going on in the back seat.
Eleven minutes and twenty-seven seconds later they finally made it to the destination. Yes, he counted.
Iruka pulled into a brick layered driveway/parking lot that looked like it could house approximately thirty cars. There were currently five. The building was and wasn't what Naruto had in mind. Sure, he knew that this was going to be a Japanese culture trip. But he didn't expect the resort to be, too.
In front, stood a tradition Japanese styled house, or Minka as Sasuke pronounced. With an outer corridor that wrapped around the impressive building like a balcony, elegant light blue tiles decorated the rooftop of the wooden house along with pillars and sliding paneled doors. Bamboo trees and manicured gardens lined the outer property and made it feel like he stepped into another country.
It was definitely no Hilton.
How Iruka had found a hidden gem like this, or how it even existed in Organ in the first place, Naruto would never know. But it was pretty impressive.
Stepping into the unique structure, Naruto was immediately greeting by a small Asian lady who bowed politely and asked them to remove their shoes with a soft, quiet voice. White slip on booties were then given to them in place. Naruto found the practice odd and a little funny but he wasn't going to be rude about it. Especially if the host was a small, timid lady dressed in full Kimono garb. The woman remained silent after asking for their names for the reservation, then ushered them to follow her to their rooms by walking off…with her head still bowed. Naruto didn't even get her name.
Jeeze. The poor lady must be getting abused by her boss if she acts like that. He wanted to voice his concern but Sasuke shook his head no, silently voicing the lady was fine and this was normal in traditional Japanese culture. Either way, he didn't like it.
As they walked through the halls, there was one room that looked like a worship or meditation room and one had to be a dojo. Each room was separated by more of that paneling, but with a paper material filling the gaps instead of glass like the exterior ones. There were a few smaller rooms that had a short legged table in the center with tatami flooring and potted plants on the side. Frowning, Naruto suspected those rooms were used for dining.
They had to walk outside on the corridor to make it to their rooms that were apparently held in another building, separated from the main house. It looked like a maze of small houses of the same Japanese design and small square-shaped gardens, all connected by the wooden walkway like a bridge. Although a little intimidating, the layout was well designed, and Naruto was starting to wonder where all the other guests were. It was eerily quiet and felt as if they were the only ones here—besides the staff of course.
The walk was short. Their rooms were in a separate, single story house sized building located next to the main house.
Thank. God.
Naruto didn't think he could walk much further and keep a straight face or do something stupid and embracing, like pounce on Sasuke, wrapping his legs around his brother and beg the man to fuck him. In front of everybody or in the privacy of their own room, he didn't care. He just really, really needed to get off. It wasn't even sexual at this point. He needed to cum like he needed oxygen to breathe. Like a user needed their next hit. His cock was so hard that the only way he was getting out of this with his sanity intact would be from Sasuke's cock splitting him open, milking his swollen prostate until every last drop from his engorged manhood was emptied. Fuck him good and hard until he could remember his name and where the fuck they were…
Yeah. He wasn't losing his mind at all.
Naruto's and Sasuke's room were located on the left side of the hall and their fathers' were on the opposite side, directly across from them. Once they were shown to their rooms the lady walked away without so much as a word. Thankfully there were real, solid doors in front, not one of those flimsy looking paper paneled sliding ones. So when Naruto put the key in the door and turned the handle, his cheerful demeanor dropped like a sack of potatoes from the sparsity of it. Hard cherry panels lined the floor of what appeared to be a very empty room. Yes there was a closet, bathroom, small sofa chair, another one of those doggy tables, and a big window that overlooked a manicured garden.
He was well aware this place was no Ritz-Carlton. Buuut…seriously?!
There. Were. No. Beds.
Just the floor. And as nice as the floor was, it was hardly a place he wanted to sleep on. This…this room was supposed to be his private little luxury to relax in and ice down the inferno of hormones threatening to incinerate his core like a goddamn nuclear meltdown.
Fuuuuck!
"Glaring at the floor won't make the room disappear, dobe." Sasuke said behind him.
Naruto growled. "Dibs on the couch…I guess…"
"Oh, that…" his brother smirked and walked over to one of the closest, opening it up and pulling out a plush futon. "If that's what you want, then by all means go for it. But I'll be sleeping on something a little more comfortable tonight."
"Oh thank fuck," Naruto breathed, exasperated. He dropped his overnight bag by the door and stole the rolled up cushion from Sasuke's hands. "Do they seriously put mattresses inside closets in Japan?"
The raven shrugged and pulled out the second one from the closet. "Many other countries use futons instead of oversized and expensive western beds, Naruto. But if you're asking if I used them growing up, I'd have to say no. Only when I was under the age of three, before I could remember what the sleeping arrangements were like. They are common in traditional houses, though."
"Oh…that must suck. Living in a traditional house I mean."
Sasuke squatted as he worked on fluffing out the bed, adding the pillows and a blanket to complete it. He looked up at the blond and gestured for Naruto to hand over his bedding.
"Not for those who were born into it, or purposefully choose that lifestyle. It's a simple life. Some people would rather chose it over other options like living in the hectic city, where suicide rates sky-rocket from all the overworking."
"Hmmm…I never thought of it that way." Naruto handed over his rolled up bedding then snatched a blanket and pillow from the closet as Sasuke set up his bed.
"You never think, dobe." Sasuke smirked.
"Teme!"
"Hn."
Naruto pouted, then face planted in the readied futon. Which totally hurt by the way—not being nearly as squishy as he was expecting. But it was better than standing up or walking, so he'd take it. Anything to help forget about his painful erection pushing against the briefs.
"This still sucks," he grumbled, voice muffed from the material pressing against his mouth.
"I never said it was comfortable," Sasuke snorted as he stretched out sideways on his own futon, facing the blond.
"Mmm…" Naruto yawned. "Wake me up when it's dinner time."
"Hn," Sasuke rolled over on his stomach. Turning on his tablet, he went straight to the Netflix app to watch a movie as the blond slept.
Three hours later Naruto woke to a pillow being thrown on his head. He moaned groggily and tried going back to sleep, only to wacked again by another fucking pillow.
"Goddamn it, Sasuke! How many pillows do you have?"
Naruto flipped over violently, glaring at the smirking raven.
"Four. If you count the sofa cushions."
The blond huffed, irritated that he was woken up before he was ready.
"Hope you're feeling better 'cause you've got ten minutes to get ready before dinner starts." He scanned the boy's appearance. "And your hair and shirt are a mess."
Naruto groaned again.
The dinner was…not good.
And they really did have to eat on the floor, like kids having an afternoon tea party on their kiddy table. Not only that, that same silent woman that led them to their rooms was the one to serve them. She remained as quiet as ever but this time she was dressed as a geisha. Painted face, kimono and all. The main entry was raw fish—aka, sushi—and a disgusting still-twitching octopus soup that made Naruto want to rethink his life choices. If it weren't for the appetizers (dumplings and a light broth soup) he'd be starving.
But now he was stuck in another uncomfortable predicament. Kakashi and Iruka had said that they were going to the onsen after dinner and politely invited him and Sasuke to join. He still wasn't sure of what an onsen was but it sounded formal—just like the resort was. The blond felt out of place in the foreign environment. It was way too posh and structured for his liking. But he had to respect Iruka's judgment, so Naruto remained calm and on his best behavior—even though the only interesting sounding activity for him would involve killing zombies on his flat screen at home with a big bowl of caramel popcorn at his side.
After dinner, Naruto emptied out his bunched up clothes from the bag, shifting through the three outfits he brought to find the most appropriate attire. Jeans and a button up t-shirt was the nicest outfit he could conjure up, considering the limited options.
"What are you doing?" Sasuke crept up behind him.
"What does it look like?" he snapped.
Okay, Sasuke didn't deserve that, but seriously—Naruto did not want to go out again when those damn balls were still inside of him. This was supposed to be vacation. And Naruto thought that meant relaxation time. Not sleep on the floor, eat raw fish at the kiddy table, and then dress up to go out to a fancy place afterwards. Give him an extra-large pizza, a 20oz bottle of Dr Pepper, maybe add a friend or two, and he'd call it a good night.
"It looks like you have no idea what you're doing." Sasuke arched a brow.
"I'm picking an outfit, dummy. Something you should be doing to."
"I have mine ready. I'm just trying to figure out why you'd wanna go in water with jeans on." Sasuke paused for a moment, then a slow smile formed on his face. "You have no idea what an onsen is, do you?"
"O-of course I know what it is!" he lied.
"Mmhmm...sure." The man obviously didn't believe him. "I told you before to look up stuff you don't know or something like this might happen."
"Something like this?" Naruto gulped.
"Something like agreeing to go swimming in a hot spring—with your fathers'. Especially when you're trying to hide that big secret written all over you skin in permanent ink from them."
"Hot springs?... Wait, what? Are you seriously trying to tell me an onsen is a hot spring?" Naruto panicked. Oh this was so not good. He would've never agreed to come in the first place if he knew before hand.
"That's what I'm saying, usuratonkachi."
"Shit!"
"Hn."
"Ahh! Don't just stand there and 'hn' me, Sasuke! Help me figure out an excuse to get out of this mess!" Naruto ran a hand through his hair as he trying thinking up a viable excuse on the spot.
Sasuke grabbed Naruto's wrist to stop his pacing. "The entire weekend trip is about the damn onsen. So there's no way of getting out of it. At some point in time you will have to get in, or Iruka will get suspicions and start asking questions. He interrogates people for a living, Naruto—meaning, you'll spill your secrets about the tattoo and probably everything between us, because you're a dobe. If you don't want that happening, I suggest you get in the water tonight. It's getting dark out and I'm certain you can make it in the pool without them noticing the tat. Just walk close behind me and I'll block their view… But you will still have to remove the nipple piercing."
"Okay…yeah, fine. Sounds like a plan," he breathed out shakily, nerves still on edge. "But what am I supposed to wear? I didn't bring any trunks."
"Boxers?" the raven suggested. "They're practically the same thing."
Naruto' brow arched, shooting his brother a skeptical look.
"You actually believe that I packed that spare pair?" he droned. "I was just trying to get Iruka to stop talking and start driving. We'd still be sitting in that damn driveway if I didn't."
"Of course I knew that. I'm not the one who's the moron here... So what are you going wear now?" Sasuke asked as he walked over to his duffel bag and lifted out the only swim shorts in the room. "I didn't bring spare swim trunks."
Naruto hesitated. He really didn't want to ask or put on more of his brother's underwear. It was starting to feel like some kinda sick fetish or something. But there weren't any other options, minus free balling it. Ughh…he had to do it. "Umm…what about your underwear? I know you always pack extra of those."
Sasuke flat out grinned sinisterly. "Fine, I suppose…but you might not like the ones I brought."
"I don't like anything about this, so just hand them over before I change my mind and ruin this vacation for everyone," the blond complained, arms crossed over his chest broodingly. Shuffling through the bottom of the bag, the raven tossed Naruto a pair of brightly colored panties with a smug look on his face.
Yeah, that's right. Panties. As in lingerie.
Jesus Crist! Naruto screeched and threw the feminine unaware to the ground immediately like they had burned him.
"Sasuke, what the fuck is this?!"
"The extra pair of underwear I brought."
"You've gotta be fucking with me. They're piiink! And have lace!" Naruto looked at it like it was a road kill Sasuke had thrown at him and not some harmless panties. "I've never seen you wear 'em before…and you hate pink."
Sasuke shrugged nonchalantly. "I brought along other colors."
Naruto's jaw fell slack. Shock and confusion clearly written all over his face. Sasuke didn't even like girls. Why the fuck would he be carrying stuff from a Victoria Secret catalog in his bag? It's not like he was into cross-dressing or anything either. "But whyyy?"
"I was hoping you'd try them on tonight."
Oh.
Ohhhh…
Well shit.
Naruto stood there with his mouth permanently gapping like a fish, his blue eyes threatening to fly out of their sockets. Temporarily sunned until irritation eventually snapped him out of it. "Like fuck, I'm never going to put these on!" he nearly choked. "You must be delusional."
"Correction, I'm persistent."
Couldn't argue with that.
"I'd rather go in naked."
"Hn. Then maybe you should. I especially would not mind," Sasuke pitched with the same smug look. "That's also a common Japanese practice. No different than going in a sauna naked. Just use a towel to cover yourself up until you're in the water. There should be a shower room next to the spring for changing and extra towels."
"Um…okay, I guess," Naruto said uncertainly. It still seemed like a terrible idea. Being naked in a pool with his family when he was still sporting an erection—if Iruka spotted his tattoo…well, at least he'd be in the right place to drown himself in. To save himself the misery and humiliation.
Shoulders slumped, the blond shuffled into the bathroom and stripped off all his clothes, then put on the complementary robe. When he got out, Sasuke was already wearing his loose fitting black swim trunks that had a low riding waistband, showing off his delicious, well-defined V and sculpted bod.
God, this was a really shitty idea.
The thin, silk fabric of his evening robe was doing nothing to hide the obvious tent where his dick should be. There was nothing subtle about it.
"Ready to go?" Sasuke looked at him knowingly.
Oh damn. Sasuke caught him checking him out again. The man was never going to leave him alone if he kept doing stuff like that.
Did he even really want Sasuke to leave him alone? No. Not really. However, toning it down a few notches would be nice though.
"Y-yeah," he answered half-daze.
"Good, now stay close behind me," Sasuke ordered. "I don't want you wandering off and getting lost in the state you're in. That uptight hostess might get some ideas if she were to find you."
Naruto shivered. The image of getting lost in the labyrinth of rooms and houses— and then getting molested by that creepy woman…was a terrifying thought. "Right behind you!" he squeaked.
The walk to the shower room was not far from their room or hard to find. All they had to do was follow the wooden boardwalk until they reached a dead end. A wall separated the men's room from the females like any normal locker room would. As Naruto prepared himself to go out into the spring, he bounced on the balls of his feet with nervous energy, then stopped doing that after quickly realizing how bad of an idea that was with the metal balls inside him.
He looked ridiculous and felt very exposed standing in front of the changing mirror with Sasuke in the same room. Wearing only a skimpy robe, his face was flushed, hair dripping wet after rinsing off, and his dick was looking way to eager to get some attention. Basically, Naruto looked like a total slut. Like he was about to enter an underground 'invite only' sex club, not a heated pool. And, with the way Sasuke was looking at him…he'd totally do it, too—if that tent forming in Sasuke's trunks wasn't a clear indication enough of just how much he was enjoying the view.
"Come here." Sasuke growled in that husky deep voice of his that went straight to Naruto's cock.
Oh god, he wanted to. He really did. B-but he couldn't.
Literally, he couldn't move.
"I can't," he choked out, eyes squeezing shut.
"I said, come here."
"No…"
Yet somehow, even as he said it, Naruto's legs found the strength to move forward on their own.
"We can't," he pleaded desperately, knowing how bad this could turn out.
"I promised I wouldn't make you do anything—" Sasuke grabbed hold of Naruto's shoulders, fingertips rubbing small circles over his collar bone. Trailing his hand down, the raven dipped underneath the fine silk robe covering the boy's body. "And I plan to keep that promise."
As if he couldn't get enough, Sasuke's slim, warm fingers danced across Naruto's pecks, drifting lower and lower…until they were tracing over the detailed lines that made up Naruto's tattoo. The blond leaned into it, barely repressing the urge to moan loudly from the simple, yet erotic touch.
"I'll never make you do anything you're not comfortable with again, Naruto" the man whispered grimly. Sad eyes captured Naruto's shaded blues with a seriousness that the boy's only ever witnessed on rare occasions. Pain and regret flickering through them. "I'm so sorry, brother…I'm so fucking sorry—"
Naruto almost missed it. The apology was barley said in a whisper. But he did hear it. Every single word. Like it had been played back on a loudspeaker in a room with just him in it. Sounding so genuine and raw with emotion that it shattered Naruto's resolve like fine china.
The apology was exactly what he needed.
Naruto stopped him when he closed the distance. But he only managed to brush his lips against the corner of Sasuke's mouth before Iruka's familiar laugh wafting through the steamy shower room killed the moment. Naruto hesitated for a moment, then pulled back slowly. It was hard to believe how close he'd become to throwing in the towel, when the whole reason they were here in the first place was to join Kakashi and Iruka in the hot spring.
Sasuke cleared his throat, effectively breaking the spell they were both under. His brows were furrowed and he looked a little pissed from the interruption, but understanding as well. "Umm…I think we should go now."
Unable to speak yet, Naruto only nodded back.
"You'll need to leave this here." Sasuke tugged at the lose knot of Naruto's robe. The satiny material slid off the boy's body, pooling at his feet. The blond shivered, from the draft or because he was standing fully exposed and aroused in front of his brother, he couldn't tell. Yet, his brother pretended not to notice and immediate went to work by wrapping a fluffy white cotton towel around his waist.
Uncomfortable with the somber atmosphere, Naruto just stood there like a clueless idiot, shifting back and forth on his feet while his brother made him presentable. There were no lingering touches. No reach-arounds or inappropriate gropes. Sasuke's movements were stiff and efficient like a nurse dressing a patient.
Damn, what just happened?
Why was he getting the cold shoulder? Weren't they 5 minutes away from fucking in the shower stall…or maybe the bench or something? To saying hell with it and succumb to his darkest desires?
Oh hell, what was he turning into? Whatever it was, made his fired up libido very unhappy with the sudden change in direction. On the other hand, he was very much aware that if they didn't get their asses out soon, someone would surely come and look for them. He couldn't have that.
Sighing in defeat, Naruto shuffled his bare feet across the room where he nervously waited on Sasuke to finish rinsing off. He meet him at the front entrance of the spring, so that Naruto could use him as a human shield. When they finally lined up together, Naruto toes touched Sasuke's ankles—they were that close. That wasn't the only thing touching, either. Naruto's erection prodded at his brother's fine ass. Humiliated and aroused in this position, he coughed. Eh, at least his fathers' wouldn't be able to spot his tattoo like this. Signaling that he was ready, Naruto tapped Sasuke gently on the shoulder. Well…as ready as he'd ever be anyways. Very awkwardly, they tangoed their way out of there like two penguins bunched together.
Sasuke had been right. It was dark out and the steam rising from the hot spring made the visibility poor. Not that Naruto even needed the extra cover. He could see that Iruka and Kakashi were bumping uglies in the far back of the spring, far too distracted with swapping spit than to take notice of the newcomers. Gross.
Just before entering the hot water, Naruto dropped his towel. His rigid cock bobbed up excitedly, slapping Sasuke's ass in the most delicious of ways. Sasuke hisses at the same time he groaned. A sly smile played on his face. Looks like Sasuke was still very much into him, after all. Couldn't deny that he liked the attention.
Stiffly moving forward, Sasuke took the first tentative steps in the water, properly adjusting to the heated temperature, while the boisterous blond jumped right in—cannon ball style! Laughing at all the scowls directed his way once his head popped out of the water.
"Naruto!" his father scolded. "What have I taught you about respecting other people's personal space and rough-housing at inappropriate places?"
"Umm…not to do it?" The boy grinned shyly at the brunette as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously.
"Correct. So please calm down and enjoy the spring in a relaxing manor. This is not a public pool for kids to splash around in."
Naruto deflated like a balloon. Some vacation this was. He couldn't even play in the damn water! Sulking, the blond waded over to where Sasuke was sitting on a rock ledge. The man was obviously putting a lot of effort in keeping a straight face. "I still don't see what's the big deal," Naruto grumbled under his breath. "No one else is here besides us."
Sasuke snorted, "You're such a moron."
Unsurprisingly, only his brother overheard him.
As Naruto sat back and got comfortable, the grownups continued talking. The conversation lasted a while and consisted of average topics. Work, school, grades, etc… all boring in Naruto's opinion. His pale lashes fluttered shut as he fought the edges of sleep. Eventually someone called out his name, waking him. The soak in the soothing water must've been more therapeutic than he originally thought, muscles relaxed and body reenergized. Unfortunately, it didn't take care of his (big) penis problem though…
"What?" he yawned, drowsily.
"Dobe," Sasuke chuffed, "Iruka asked if you had any plans for Mother's day. He already made 'date night' reservations at a fancy restaurant with pops #2 and wanted to know if you'd be okay at home by yourself."
Why would he be alone?
"Yeah, of course I'll be fine. I'm 17, not 12, remember?" Naruto tried sounding nonchalant about it. "But what about you, Sasuke? Won't you be home too?"
"Fraid not, bro. Itachi has me booked for the night."
"Itachi—You mean you're older brother, right?" His brother nodded. "B-but I thought you guys weren't on speaking terms…that you didn't get along well."
"We don't." he sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose, tiredly. "But recently, he's…reached out to me. We have some important matters to discuss."
Cryptic as ever.
"Oh…" His gaze shifted down to where he could only see the faint of his knees outline visible through the dark water.
Sasuke touched his arm, sensing the shift in Naruto's mood. "But if you want…you're more than welcome to join me at the stuffy Uchiha mansion. Actually, Itachi specifically requested that I ask you to cone."
"Really!" Instantly Naruto brightened up. He hated being alone on that specific holiday. Thinking about his dead mother…about what his life would've been like if she was still alive… "But-but I haven't seen him in years,"he said timidly."Why would he want to see me now?"
"Who knows? This is Itachi we're talkin' about. It's impossible to guess what he's up to." The animosity was clear in his voice.
Naruto smiled weakly. "You're lucky you still have family."
"What are you talking about, usuratonkachi?" Sasuke elbowed him playfully. "You're my fucking family. Don't ever forget that."
Bright blue eyes misted, "I know that! I just meant…I mean…"
He tried sounding strong but failed miserably.
Sasuke leaned over and snatched Naruto's chin with one hand, his firm grip forcing the boy to look directly at him as he fumbled for the right words to say. "You just meant that you'd be happy to join me at my other sibling's house, right."
It wasn't a question.
Nodding sharply, Naruto chocked back a sob. Honestly, he wasn't even sure why he was being so emotional all of a sudden. His mother had been dead for a long time now, before he even got to know her. It wasn't like him to lose it in front of an audience.
Iruka and Kakashi were staring at them like they'd just watched a pregnant lady give birth on live TV.
Iruka cleared his throat. "Good, that's settled then. We've all got plans for mother's day….so, umm…I think Kakashi and I are just going to retire for the night. We've been here long enough already. You boys seem like you've got some things to talk about."
As the older men left for the evening, Sasuke inched closer to Naruto until their knees bumped. With a final shout of "goodnight" both grown-ups disappeared into the locker room. His brother wasted no time: "Listen to me, Naruto. Please don't ever say you don't have family again. You'll always have me, babe. I'm not going anywhere…"
But he was. In a few months' time, Sasuke will be in his own world. Surrounded by tall buildings and rich, smart people. Busy learning corporate secrets and managing a billion dollar company.
This time, a single tear did spill from one of Naruto's ocean colored orbs. The lone salty droplet traveled down his cheek until Sasuke's thumb swiped it away.
"You don't believe me, do you?" Sasuke frowned, a very firm line set in his brow. "What will it take for you to believe me when I say you're never be alone again?"
Naruto didn't answer.
Tingling at the back of his head sparked Naruto's attention. Then he realized it was only Sasuke touching his hair. The action was simple yet soothing, just a brush of fingers through the messy strands until it turned into full-blown petting. Naruto leaned into the touch, fervently accepting the comfort given. God, he wished Sasuke would tell him that he was just being a dobe again. That everything would be alright. That it will always be alright. That he would choose Naruto over the career path he so painstakingly worked all his life for. But all that was selfish. Naruto would never forgive himself if he got in the way of Sasuke's dreams.
"Don't make me punch you, dobe." The raven threatened, knowing that it would likely break Naruto out of the spell. If words weren't getting through to him, getting physical often worked. "You know I'll do it."
Naruto rubbed his eyelids, shooting his brother a small, but genuine smile. "Please. I dare you to lay a hand on me," he said dryly.
The seconds those words left his mouth Sasuke's eyes dilated. Jet black pupils swallowed up midnight irises whole. Oh shit. Did he really just say that out loud?
Sasuke studied his features for a moment as if searching for something. "Come here," he ordered, patting his thighs suggestively.
Naruto gulped, feeling on edge all of a sudden and so fucking turned on that he couldn't stand it.
"Come here." Sasuke repeated again in a low timbre, leaving no room for argument.
Oh god, oh god, oh god, he couldn't move! Naruto stared wide-eyed at Sasuke like a baby fawn, his cheeks dusted a pretty pink.
Not one to take no as an answer, Sasuke lifted him up in one swift motion, dragging the boy over until he sat directly on his lap with Naruto's back to him, legs splayed over Sasuke's sides in a backward straddling position.
Spine ramrod straight, Naruto gasped with surprise at his brother's bold and sudden move. "S-sasuke? Wh-what are you doing?" he asked, sounding as uncertain as he felt. Sweat beaded down his forehead as his heart rate increased and his breathing became labored. "What about the bet, teme? You promised not to initiate anything unless I asked for it. I specifically remember that part…and this looks a lot like initiating!"
Of course now Sasuke wasn't listening.
"Wha…oh…" Naruto gasped as his brother nibbled on that tender spot in the crook of his neck. moaning and whimpering sinfully as Sasuke worked all his erogenous zones until he turned pliant in the man's arms, head falling back to rest on the man's shoulder as he continued tormenting the boy. "Th-th-that's cheating—"
"Relax, dobe," the raven muttered in-between kisses. "I'm giving you a freebee. You've been hard all day, Naruto… You've been such a good boy—" Sasuke bit down harder, "you deserve something nice, for once. Don't worry, I won't do anything you don't want."
The question was, who was the one really getting the reward?
"Ngh…and what do you think I want Sasuke?" Naruto sucked in his bottom lip, his voice a throaty purr.
"For starters—" Sasuke wrapped his hand around the base of Naruto's engorged cock, ignoring the hiss and hip jerking coming from the blond. He then proceeded to slowly, oh so gently, roll the constricting silicone band up the length of Naruto's shaft and over the bulging cockhead. "You want this thing off."
Slight pain—like unwinding a tied up rubber band from a thumb, then pure bliss overtook Naruto's senses as the confined blood rushed from his cock and new blood was replaced. Holy shit. It was the best fucking feeling in the world. Feeling a million times lighter Naruto shouted: "Oh, fuck…oh, shit yes!"
If someone walked in on them right now he wouldn't give a damn—it felt that fucking good.
In a moment of desperation, Naruto reached back, clawing at the gritty surface of the stone slab wall that surrounded the natural spring. Dilated eyes rolled back, toes curled with barely concealed restraint, and needy mewls spilled from his soft lips. Naruto's back pressed heavily against Sasuke's firm chest as he used the other man's warm body as a recliner and a masturbation aid.
"Yes—faster!" he moaned wantonly, lost in a sea of pleasure as Sasuke took over.
Mouth and free hand working hard to brand every inch of Naruto's tanned flesh, Sasuke grabbed handfuls of skin and squeezed and nipped all the tender places he could reach. Chest, hips, stomach, and throat. No place was left ignored, marking the boy in a primal, erotic way.
Growing bolder by the second, Naruto ground his ass on top of Sasuke's lap, rubbing the other man's erection through his velvety swim trunk, whining a little as he thrust back in response. Loving the feel of his brother's hardened prick massaging his clenching hole as the balls stimulated his prostate with every grind. Every inch of his body was hyperaware of Sasuke's presence. His touch. His scent. His essence. Even as Naruto closed his eyes, he could see images of Sasuke's strong, masculine body beneath him, in front of him, inside him...
Oh fuck, he was truly doomed. It would be so easy to fall for the guy he trusted most in the world.
He feared that he was already halfway there.
Naruto forced himself to not focus on any of that. Instead, cranked his head to the side so that he could place tender kisses above Sasuke's ear. Then forehead. Temple. Nose. Eventually finding Sasuke's lips as the man slowly worked his way up Naruto's neck and jawline until their mouths aligned. Focus attuned on the way his nerves burned with every soft pressing of Sasuke's finger pads against his heated flesh, the scrape of nails, and the warmth of his breath tantalizing the most sensitive places of his skin.
God, why did it have to feel so damn good? Why did it have to be with Sasuke? The one person he shouldn't do this with…
Sasuke squeezed him tighter as their lips met. His calloused palms ran smoothly down the blonds chest, taking each nipple between thumb and forefinger and squeezing them until they pebbled. They were so engrossed with their body's physical needs that the kiss was a little more than an afterthought. Just the light pressing of lips and the occasional wet dart of a tongue. Simple and uncomplicated. Unlike the thoughts raging through his head.
Naruto smiled into Sasuke's lips. For once allowing himself to give in to his deepest, darkest desires—if just for one more night. He asked in a seductive whisper: "What else do you think I want?"
Once the clock reached midnight, Sasuke would no longer be touching him like this ever again. The notion was not as freeing as it should've sounded.
Wet hair dripped from Sasuke's long bangs, tickling the blonds marked up neck and shoulder. Sasuke pulled back a little until their lips were no longer touching, his five-o'clock stubble leaving a trail of red marks along Naruto's chin and jawline. "To cum," he hummed in the blonde's ear, his tone warm and amused as he took hold of Naruto's neglected cock with one hand while tweaking the dusky boy nipples with the other.
"Oh…fuck—" Naruto shuttered, he could no longer hold back the throaty groan that's been dying to get out since Sasuke fist kissed his neck.
"You like that, don't you baby?" Sasuke's rumbling purr sent more shivers racing up his spine. "You like it when I touch you there."
"Ngh!"
"I wanna hear you say it."
"Fuck…yes…"
"Tell me what you like."
"Oh god…p-please, Sasuke. I like when you—ahh—touch my cock…and chest," he panted.
Sasuke growled deep in his chest, instantly tightening his grip around the base of Naruto's shaft and stroked from root to tip, swiping his thumb over the exposed head, rubbing the sensitive underside, then repeating the process all over again.
Now that Naruto was finally free from the restraining cock ring he was surprise he didn't cum the instant Sasuke had stroked his shaft. His dick and balls were so swollen and heavy they hurt. It felt like there was a gallon of cum stored up in his testes just waiting to explode. Like a dam filled to the brink—but with semen, not water.
"Good boy, Naruto. You've been such a good fucking boy, makes me want to punish you even more. I love how needy you get. But I think you've had more than enough punishment for a day, don't you think?" Naruto's blond head nodded rapidly, teeth sinking into his bottom lip. "So tell me, what do you want?"
He wanted it faster.
Sexually frustrated, Naruto whined and bucked his hips a little, the water from the spring rippled and splashed from his jerky movements as Sasuke worked his cock. Adjusting his angle for optimal pleasure, the boy hitched up his knees, legs splayed apart while the heels of his feet perched on the edge of Sasuke's seat. If it weren't for the time of day or the dark heated pool covering him up, Naruto's genitalia would've been fully exposed to any potential passerby's. It was scary how much that turned him on.
"Hn…faster…"
Pre-come dribbled out the tip of his head in a steady stream, mixing in with the sulfuric water. Naruto's brows furrowed as intense pleasure pulsed though every inch of his body, matching the frenzied beating tempo of his heart. Pink lips parted while he blubbered incoherently, slurs and curses and groans tore through his throat at an alarming rate, probably not making a word of sense as Sasuke gave him the handjob of his life.
God, he needed this. So fucking bad.
Naruto watched Sasuke's movement through heavily lidded eyes. The pale moonlight reflected off Sasuke's arms in the most sensual of ways, highlighting the flexing muscles and making them appear more defined and deep. Even though he wasn't able to see Sasuke's hand clearly through the water, he was able to watch the telling motion through the bunching of his bicep and twisting and jerking of his wrist. The feeling was…damn.
As Sasuke held him steady with one hand and used the other to tickle his frenulum Naruto thought he'd might pass out. Only when his whimpers turned to flat-out sobs would Sasuke stop, then soothed the spot over with a gentle rub before stroking his rod slowly up and down languidly. Almost like he was trying to make this moment last forever.
Yeah, Sasuke was defiantly stalling or Naruto would've blown his load minutes ago. But for some reason he didn't seem to care… letting his brother do whatever he wanted as long as he didn't stop.
"Damn," Sasuke's teeth tugged on the ring attached to the boy's earlobe—which he could feel all the way down to his cock. "You're so sensitive. I fucking love that about you."
"Sh-shit Sasuke—" Hamstrings taught, Naruto placed both hands on his spread knees to keep him from flying off into space. Naruto's breaths quickened the closer he got to climax, stomach contracting as he panted lightly, desperate for more. Fingers curled and left crescent shaped indents on skin with each stroke…stroke…stroke… It was too slow. He was gonna die. "Ssstop fucking around…I…ah…ah…Ow!"
Without warning, Sasuke's thick wet muscle plunged in deep as he painfully forced Naruto's head back at a harsh angle, swallowing up the pleas coming from the boy's mouth. The blond made a startled choked noise that didn't even sound human, his mind going blissfully blank as Sasuke gave him a rough and positively filthy kiss. So overwhelmed by the savageness of it that he couldn't kiss back. He just sat there, squirming in the Sasuke's lap, whimpering brokenly into his brother's mouth as he let the larger man ravage him and eat him up like a succulent dessert.
And that was exactly what he did.
Naruto was completely at his mercy.
As Sasuke bent his back over his arm just a bit, Naruto reached out to grab the man's arm so he wouldn't slide off to the side… to have something to hang onto in case Sasuke let him go. But he needn't worry about that. From the way Sasuke was holding onto him and owning his mouth, hell, his whole body, he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.
It occurred to Naruto that they probably shouldn't be kissing like this anymore as the kiss escalated into something desperate and primal. Not when he was planning to put a stop to this in just a few hours. But who was he kidding? Sasuke just tasted so goddamn good. Seriously, his mouth should be illegal. And, of course, it had to feel so warm, so safe, and so natural being held in his strong arms, despite the cold air nipping at his exposed skin and hot water scalding the lower parts. He was just so strong and built…
Fuck it—Naruto was right where he was supposed to be…
In the arms of his sexy asshole of an older brother.
By the time Sasuke pulled back just a little Naruto was gasping for air. His brother kissed him gently, just once, then softly brushed the tips of their noses together before pulling apart completely.
And then…he just stopped?
Naruto stared blankly at him. Disoriented, flushed and so turned on he couldn't think. Why the fuck had Sasuke stopped?
"Do you want to come?" Sasuke asked, his accent thick with lust rolled off his tongue like molasses. Rich. Heavy. Smooth. Oozing with sex.
"Yes," he breathed, snagging his bottom lip in-between his teeth as he ground down on Sasuke's throbbing fuck-stick. Damn, he couldn't remember the last time he wanted to cum more than he did right now.
"How much do you want to come?" Naruto grit teeth when Sasuke pumped him again. Then lost his shit completely when his cruel brother pressed a thumb over his slit.
Holy mother of Christ!
"M-mother…fuck…Sasuke!" the blond cursed loudly. "If you…ahhh…dare stop now. I. will. End. You."
The noises the blond made next sounded more animalistic than human as he fought to take matters in his own hands by jerking himself off. But the stubborn prick wasn't having it and held him tight as he snarled and thrashed violently in the man's lap. This wasn't a game anymore. A full day's worth of punishing torment was more than he could handle after being teased to the edge of release.
He was going to cum or somebody was about to get hurt.
"Fuck you're hot when you're angry," Sasuke growled deep-down in his throat, thrusting up to meet Naruto's frantically gyrating hips. "Look at you, baby, fucking yourself on my pole like a rabid bitch in heat. So eager to have your big bro fill up your tight little boy cunt that you're willing to fight him for it. Hell, you'd be happy if I could make you have my baby, wouldn't you? Plugged up with my cum until you were popping out little Uchiha brats. Tell me, Naruto. Is that what you'd want…to be my personal cum dump and the mother of my children?"
Holy.
Shit.
The lewd words triggered something dark, disturbing, and primal in Naruto. In the back of his mind he knew how disgusted and repulsed he should be…but, he wasn't. He knew the smartest move would be to tell Sasuke to go fuck off. Run back to the hotel room and lock himself in so he could whack off in peace. But he didn't. Something about the dirty talk stirred up a fire deep within him that made his dick lurch. It was sick and twisted. So very wrong. Crazy.
They were both crazy.
"N-no you sick bastard!" he lied between his teeth as he shot Sasuke what he hoped to be a glare, at the same time thinking of how nice it would be to raise a child with Sasuke. Not his of course. No, that would be impossible and disgusting. But if they eventually adopted one…"Damn it, Sasuke. Just—please fucking—move!"
"I think you're lying, Naruto. Your cock jumped when I said that," Sasuke argued, his tone softening out into something a little less sinister as he studied Naruto's features closely, dark eyes searching for answers but never revealing any secrets of their own. Piercing and intense as they pieced together everything Naruto was not telling him. It was always unnerving when Sasuke looked at him like that. Like he could see into his soul. After a long moment of contemplation, Sasuke slowly resumed his hand movements. Stroking Naruto's shaft with light, careful touches. Like his dick was made of glass and would fall off if squeezed to hard. It probably would if he dragged this out any longer. "But I guess it won't matter in the end, now will it? The day is nearly over along with the bet. It's pretty clear to me that you've won already—If you haven't given in yet, you surely won't in the next two hours."
Sasuke's long fingers were gentle and warm as he took Naruto's testicles in his hand, rolling them around and stroking them. The boy shuddered, his hips jerking of their own accord, anus clenching tight around the metal balls, craving something larger to fill him with. In a silent scream Naruto's head flew back on Sasuke's shoulder. The tender touch was almost more agonizing than no touch at all.
A litany of pleas slipped past his's lips, begging Sasuke to just let him cum. Coherent or not, he couldn't remember. It was entire possible he even cried a little. He wouldn't remember that either. His mind was so muddled down with desire and lust that he couldn't even understand what was going on anymore.
"Don't worry baby, I promised you that I'd take care of this, and I will."
Those had to be the sweetest words he's ever heard in his life. Naruto cried out, fire simmered in his blood and his dick reacted painfully as Sasuke tightened his grip and pumped his cock with full, deep strokes. Fast and hard—just the way he wanted it, working his boy dick just like a pro.
"I'll always take care of you…" Sasuke said in Japanese.
Back bowed in pleasure, Naruto's body quivered, shook, and rippled with every timed thrust of Sasuke's hips and palm around his shaft. Lewd wet sounds and heady grunts permeated the air as the water snapped in-between their parting flesh, squelching after each thrust. As he neared climax, his body tightened and eased in the other man's arms while his's balls drew up, eager to release their long awaited load. The impending orgasm was the only thing on Naruto's mind. Nothing else existed…nothing else mattered. At that moment, the world was nothing but a blank slate.
"I promise that no matter what happens between us you'll always be my brother. I'll always be there for you, Naruto. You're never going to be alone for as long as I live," Sasuke continued, this time in English. "Do you hear me? I don't care if you hate me… or never forgive me for all the horrible shit I've done, but I'll still be here, bro. Waiting. For however long it takes for you to accept me. Nothing will ever change that."
What was happening? What was he saying? And why did it sound so…final?
…Why did it hurt?
"Fuck, Naruto—I want—" With a small groan, Sasuke started thrusting harder, matching the violent pace of his hand, low grunts leaving his throat. Dazed, Naruto drunkenly gazed back at him with half-lidded, watery eyes. His golden curls damp and dark with sweat plastered to his forehead, cock pulsing and twitching wildly in his brother's hand. The blond moaned brokenly, knowing he was so close to completion.
And then it finally happened. Pure fucking bliss!
The orgasm robbed Naruto of his senses, his vision faded and he couldn't hear past the blood rushing in his ears. So intense he could barely call it pleasurable, and it seemed to go on and on. Aftershocks racked up his spine even after his balls had drained copious amounts of seed in Sasuke's palm as the man pumped him dry. His fluids ran in white gloopy rivulets across the waters surface until it mixed and disintegrated entirely.
"Beautiful, Naruto." The blond soaked up the heat of his praise as he came down. "So fucking beautiful, you break my heart. You're fucking gorgeous," Sasuke cooed.
Naruto sagged against Sasuke's chest, taking a moment to catch his breath and remember what relief felt like. Damn, he was tired. Both emotionally drained and physically exhausted. But then as he looked down—
To his horror he saw…
Nononono…this could not be happening. This soooo could not be happening! Naruto nearly screeched. He couldn't possibly be harder than he'd been prior to shooting off that ginormous load! At the very least, his balls should've been depleted for the next few days. But they weren't. Oh, no they weren't. Instead, his dick was hard enough to cut motherfucking diamonds with.
Fuuuuk!
Looking down, Sasuke also noticed the reasoning for the boy's sudden tension. "I won't touch you again, Naruto" he warned. "I promised you that much."
"B-but why am I still hard?" With narrowed eyes, Naruto abruptly stood up and faced Sasuke. Warm water lapped at his trembling thighs as he fought to find his balance. Damn him! Damn that bastard for doing this to him! And damn that bastard for slipping the cock ring back on!
"Did you really think that getting off only one time would work, when you've been hard the entire day? It's going to take more than one orgasm to bring it down. As I told you before, the longer you leave it, the worse it'll get."
Naruto made a desolate, choked sound, nearly falling to his knees as he drifted towards his brother—even as a part of him burned with resentment. But no. He couldn't do that. He couldn't ask for his brother to take care of it again. That would mean he'd loose the bet. There were no more free passes. At least that's what Sasuke had said.
With that in mind, Naruto clenched his fists and sloshed out that damn pool feeling pissed, disappointed, and more turned on than ever. After a haste shower, the boy crawled under the covers of his stupid hotel futon and squeezed his eyes shut, willing the tears to go away.
Fuck! He wasn't going to cry. Defiantly not. Not over temebastard and his stupid ways.
Lights dimmed low. Twenty minutes past before Naruto heard the hotel room door creek open and close softly. There was a noticeable shift in the air the second Sasuke stepped into the room. Naruto pretended to be asleep as he heard his brother's footsteps shuffle on the hard wood floor. Pat…pat…pat. Closer and closer. Until the sound stopped near Naruto's pillow.
Then nothing.
Naruto held his breath, listening for Sasuke's next move.
Waiting for something to happen.
Anything would be better than this uncomfortable tension between them. Something had defiantly changed between them tonight. But he didn't know what that something was yet. The tension was palatable on his tongue. Thick and stifling. Naruto's heart thundered in this chest. He just hoped Sasuke wasn't able to hear it too.
As he feigned sleep, a sudden feeling of loss washed over the blond, making it even more difficult to control his irregular breathing. It had to be obvious that he wasn't asleep. Yet Sasuke just stood there. Hovering over him while he remained motionless.
With a quite huff, the man's footsteps retreated. There was ruffling that sounded like clothes being taken off. The press of a mattress. Restless shuffling. Then more silence.
On the other side of the room Naruto's brother was laying on a futon, much too far away…
The dreadful cold feeling of loneliness twisted knots in the pit Naruto's stomach. In one hour he'd be a free man. But why wasn't it feeling like freedom? Was he naïve for believing everything would go back to normal…after everything they've done together? It was certainly starting to feel that way. Did they cross a line that could never be uncrossed? Naruto already knew that answer.
Would it be so bad to give the man a chance? What did he really want from Sasuke?
Naruto inched his bed closer. Sasuke didn't respond. Foot by foot, he gradually closed the distance until his bed was side by side with the raven's. Where he felt most comfortable. Where he belonged.
Maybe all this time he'd been wrong about Sasuke. For once in his fucking life, maybe Naruto needed to set his morals aside and lose control. To be selfish and risk everything. To take a chance what on what he loved most in the world. To be in the arms of the man he trusted more than anyone else before…
To be with the man that drove him crazy.
Fuck, yes…that's exactly what he wanted. Naruto touched the other man's arm.
"Sasuke…"
A/N: Bit more emotional than I originally planned. Hope the wait was worth it.
Next chapter will take a while to get out. I've got a few things I want to do before working on it, so please be patient. It will get updated, and it will be worth the wait. I promise. In general the updates might take a little longer because I started a new fic. Not something I planned on doing but I couldn't get it out of me head.
Up next, a full lemon scene and it's 100% consensual for the first time!