Title: Konoha Garden
Chapters: 6? (hope to make it short…but looks like it's not happening)
Rated: NC-17/R
Pairing: SasuNaru, and others
Summary: AU, Yaoi, Naruto is 18, so everyone else is aged correspondingly.
Naruto lives in a brothel run by his aunt, Tsunade. He is talked into cross-dressing as a girl to serve a group of royal nobles one night, and all goes horribly wrong when his identity is found out by none other than Sasuke. Disclaimer: Don't own Naruto, just want to write out my SasuNaru fantasy and some smut.
Email: carina. So sorry about the late update, but uni has started for me, and my finals are coming up. Plus, had so trouble figuring out how to do this chapter. But here it is…enjoy!
Many thanks to my beta Midorigirl for doing such a great job, my smut scene would suck a lot more if she didn't make me change it.
25/03/06 Update: I added a bit more to the smut scene.
'thoughts'
"speech"
speech - hearing things in their mind, or from another room.
The majestic palace that housed the Konoha Emperor was located in the heart of the city. High walls built around the entire structure and imperial guards stationed at every entrance. Other guards were also responsible for patrolling the castle grounds as an extra defense to security breaches. Of course, the aim of the barrier was to keep people out, and to keep people in. However, as much as Hayate tried, he could never keep the Emperor from disappearing.
Standing in the large royal bedroom, where the Emperor seldom slept, he examined the washstand, and clothes that he had prepared. A modest robe with a high black hat hung on the clothes stand, and standing near it, was a basin of cold water on a rack and a towel hung nearby.
Hayate sighed in relief, as a disheveled man with white hair walked through the door yawning. At least he knew where to find the Emperor at the end of the day. He knelt down in from of the step, waiting to for the man to address him.
"Hayate, what's going on?" Jiraiya asked, as he approached his divan and plopped down on the fluffy cushions.
"Jiraiya-sama, have you forgotten that you have a meeting with the Ambassador and the Princes and Princess of Sand?"
The Emperor's eyes widened in surprise, "Really?"
Hayate refrained from scowling in front of the Emperor, and just nodded dumbly. He could never tell whether the man was serious or feigning ignorance.
"Er, I kind of had other things on my mind so I forgot…sorry Hayate." He stood up quickly, and moved to the basin stand, feeling a little guilty for putting his personal assistant in a clinch again, "So why are they here again?"
"I believe it has something to do with the marriage pact." Hayate said with a defeated tone.
Kankuro got up from his mat and started pacing the exquisitely furnished roomonly he wasn't in the mood to admire furniture. He continued to circle around impatiently, trying to occupy his mind with the fine doll-like ornaments sitting one of the many shelves.
"What's taking them so long?" He muttered to himself. Temari, his sister, who was sitting demurely by the table, shot him a look.
"Will you sit down? I hate this as much as you do." She exclaimed in an exasperated tone.
Kankuro stopped pacing and looked at his sister, "What I'd like to know is, why I and Gaara are needed here?" He threw a glance in the direction where a boy with short, dusty red hair sat quietly.
"As the Prince of Sand, you must greet the Emperor of this country," Baki said calmly, as he took a sip from his cup and looked at it thoughtfully, "They do have nice tea here. You should sit down and try some, your highness."
Kankuro scowled and clenched his jaws, but before he could reply, a soft voice broke through the tension.
"Just sit down." Gaara said, not in any way threatening, but it still sent chills down Kankuro's spine. Gaara was in no way as scary as he used to be. Up until a few years ago, the boy had only seemed to be interested in killing, but now there was a calm dignity enfolding him like a cloak. Kankuro didn't know where the bloodlust went, but he was glad he could finally speak to his little brother.
A little surprised that their brother had just spoken, Temari and Kankuro did not dare to move as the said boy closed his eyes again and went back into silent mode. They both felt the strained tension that has been mounting ever since they got off the boat. Something was wrong with Gaara.
"Will you just sit down!" Temari hissed through her teeth.
A soft knock sounded from the door, and Baki answered. It slid open to reveal a sickly looking man.
"Your Highnesses, Baki-san, the Emperor is ready to see you now. Please follow me."
Hayate led the party of three out the room and into a tall hallway. He closed the door, and started walking towards the exit. They left the guest wing, and took a turn into the botanical garden that lead to the Emperor's reception hall.
The garden was certainly a remarkable sight. A quiet tranquility rested in the air as the group slowly made their way through, while admiring the scenery. The lush flowers filled the air with a sweet scent that was faint and not too overwhelming. The path continued over a large pond in the form of a bridge. Temari gasped at the breathtaking sight, as they walked over the pond. Flecks of gold flittered throughout the water, catching Gaara's attention. Sand was a rather dry and poor place compared to Konoha, and he had never seen gold carps before. Nor was he accustomed to such extravagance in the palace he lived in. He watched the scenery in stoic silence as he considered the objective of his visit. He were here to s kill /s discourage any unworthy admirers of his sister. But for an unknown reason, his teeth had been on edge as they got closer and closer to Konoha. His body was anticipating something. He did not know what it was, but he felt that it had something to do with the boy in his dreams.
They arrived at a large house and walked through the hallway. The two guards bowed when Hayate stopped outside their door. He gave them a brief nod, and turned to his entourage.
"The Emperor is sick and did not feel well this morning, however he insists that he sees you, so he will be receiving your highnesses in his private chambers."
"We are honored that the Emperor holds us in such high regard. May I ask what is his majesty suffering from?"
"Just a common cold, nothing serious."
Hayate bowed, and rapped on the door smartly. After a brief mumbled response, one of the guards pulled the door open. Inside, low tables placed around the divan, a thin bamboo screen sectioning it off, rendering the large man sitting behind it shadowy and masked. Baki was the first to kneel, and the remaining siblings bowed respectfully.
"Wel-" spasms of coughing broke through the air, as the shadowy form doubled over, clutching at his chest. Hayate rushed to the man behind the screen with an extremely worried look, only to find his king hunched over trying to stifle a mischievous grin. He gave Hayate a wink and continued coughing pathetically.
"What are you doing, your majesty?" Hayate whispered quietly.
"I'm being sick." He answered matter-of-factly. However, before Hayate could say anymore, Jiraiya addressed his audience.
"Welcome to Konoha, Kankuro, Gaara, and Temari of the Sand. Please take a seat. It is a pleasure to meet the future leaders of Konoha's greatest allies-" Jiraiya broke into another coughing fit once again.
"Your majesty, it is an honor to be in your audience, but perhaps we should postpone this meeting until you recover from your illness." Kankuro suggested politely.
"No, I'm fine, thank you. But as you can see, I am unfit to be your host during your visit this time. And I am especially regretful after seeing how beautiful Princess Temari is."
Temari blushed prettily, and inclined her head graciously.
A slight knock sounded from the door, and a guard opened the door to Shikamaru and his father. They entered the room, and bowed.
"Oh, Nara-san, you're just in time, come, sit down, and meet these good looking youngsters. From left to right, Prince Kankuro, Princess Temari, and Prince Gaara. Everyone, this is Nara Shikato, and his son Shikamaru"
Shikamaru and his father sat opposite the Sand siblings and the ambassador. Temari noticed the bored expression on the boy's face and frowned.
'Too good to be here are we?'
Noticing the disdainful glare directed at him, Shikamaru raised his eyebrows in question, and Temari turned away haughtily.
"The reason I asked Nara-san to come is to introduce his son to you. Since I am not fit to escort you around the city, Shikamaru shall do the honor. He is about the same age, and I hope you'll all get along very well." Jiraiya launched into another fit of coughing at this point.
Noting the worried looks from the guests, Hayate stepped up from the side, and bowed, "Emperor Jiraiya, we still need to address the issue at hand."
"Oh…yes, about the marriage pact. Since there's no crown prince, how about you become my 215th wife, Princess Temari?"
Color drained out of Temari's face at the suggestion, and she froze on the spot, not sure how to react. If she refused it could be insulting to the Emperor, but she definitely did not want to marry some perverted old man.
Baki cleared his throat, "Your majesty, the pact was for our princess to become the Queen of Konoha, not your 215th concubine."
"Ahh, what can I do? I have 214 wives, but not one heir. It is a mystery and embarrassment to my reputation. The people of my country have already given up on me, and some of advisors have suggested that I choose an heir from the royal branch families. However, I refuse to. Doing so would just be admitting that I am impotent. Believe me, I work very hard every night, and I promise you, I'll work extra hard-" The emperor broke into a fresh wave of coughs.
Kankuro looked uneasily at his siblings, particularly Temari, who looked a little pale. The king's coughing died out, and an uneasy silence filled the room.
Taking on a more serious tone, "But what will you have me do princess? Will you settle for a possible candidate to the throne? I have been giving it some thought, I'm getting old, and frail," Jiraiya coughs to emphasize his point, "When I choose the heir, I will give the man you choose more leverage."
"Ah, me!" Temari asked dumbly, breaking out of her frantic imagination of a wheezing old man trying to kiss her.
Baki stood up and bowed, "Your majesty, the offer sounds wonderful, but because this is an important matter, affecting our country greatly, I ask that we may discuss this further in private."
"Certainly, you may take as long as you want. I hope you enjoy the culture of our country. Shikamaru will make sure of that. Izumo." The Emperor grinned a friendly smile while the said man appeared suddenly before the divan, bowing, "Take the Ambassador, and their highnesses back to their rooms."
"We shall do as the Emperor wish; it is a great honour to receive such an important task." Shikato said happily, while Shikamaru just scowled in annoyance.
The foreign guests left the chambers. Closing the door, Hayate nodded to Shikamaru in an apology. "Please do your best, Shikamaru-san, we realize that only you are capable of handling this situation and execute it in the best way possible."
The emperor erupted into another fit of coughing, and they were ushered out of the room. Shikamaru looked up at the serene clouds floating freely in the blue sky and sighed.
'Why me?'
The group returned to their room, but it was no longer a strained silence, once inside the room with the doors closed, Kankuro, Temari, and Baki were all talking over each other, each trying to get in their views.
"I don't care, I'm not marrying the Emperor, nor am I going to marry some skinny royal ass!"
"Temari! What will we do? Will we just let the pact slide? Our country must have not sacrifice so many people for nothing!"
"Calm down, Princess Temari. I do not want you to be that man's concubine either; it would be degrading for Sand. Nevertheless, we must think of this sensibly. Prince Kankuro is right, we cannot let the lives of our people go to waste."
Gaara's thoughts left the discussion and it soon became background noise. He wanted to sleep; he wanted to go see that person, the one that saved him from his inner demons. But he hadn't appeared since they step foot into Konoha.
'I miss him.'
"Gaara?"
"Hey, Gaara!"
"Prince Gaara?"
He snapped out of his daydream and stared at three worried faces, "Yes?"
"What do you think we should do?" Kankuro asked.
Gaara looked away, as if seeing something far behind them, "Perhaps, we should meet these potential heirs first."
"That's a wise decision, Prince Gaara." Baki approved with relief. Kankuro and Temari accepted the idea, but continued to bicker with each other. Gaara sighed softly, and went back to his thoughts of that person.
"The agreement was that he would serve you, but no sex." Tsunade reminded Sasuke bluntly as she led him to Naruto's room.
Sasuke was back at Konoha Garden that night. He had one objective, and that was to find out what had really happened the other night. He had not been able to stop thinking about it the whole day, and it was making him agitated.
"But what if he wants it?" He asked coolly.
Tsunade's eyebrows narrowed dangerously, "I doubt it. If he does, I'll bring you the lube personally. So, NO SEX."
Tsunade stopped outside Naruto's room, and opened the door. "Wait here, I'll go get him," she turned to go, but paused and turn back to look at Sasuke, "Oh, and did you want him dressed as a girl?"
Sasuke blushed furiously at the question, "Whatever he prefers," he said in a low grunt, before entering the room and slamming the door close.
Tsunade smirked. 'Baka, what is there to be embarrassed about?'
She went back downstairs, calling out for her nephew. Naruto appeared from one the cubicles with a cleaning cloth in his hands.
"What do you want, hag?"
"BRAT! Is that how you talk to someone who literally saved your ass?"
Naruto had the decency to blush before puffing up into battle mode, "Oh yeah, you made it so much better, now I have to serve the bastard ex-clu-sive-ly."
"Ungrateful brat. Well go get your ass up there and let him rape you, for all I care."
"What?" Naruto asked, not sure what she meant.
"He's in your room, waiting for you to serve him ex-clu-sive-ly." Tsunade mimicked mockingly, before turning on her heels and stalking off in annoyance.
"W-wait!" Naruto stammered, finally able to locate his voice, "Does he want me to dress up as a girl?" He asked nervously.
Tsunade didn't answer, or even look back, she continued to walk away, peeved.
Naruto wanted to scream and howl at this point; however, he swallowed his pride and went to get sake. He knew he went a little overboard with Tsunade, he knew he should've acted more grateful, but there was no way on earth he would be caught accepting the job without some resistance. Even if it did make him a little happy that Sasuke came to see him, the thought that he is now a slave to that cold bastard pissed him off. He looked down at his dirty clothes from cleaning, and shrugged.
'He'll just have to deal with it.'
The room hadn't changed muchsince the morning Sasuke left it. The sheets were new ones, and the place was a little messier. He sat on the bed, since the small room offered no other place to sit. Though the futon was large enough to fit four people comfortably; it was little wonder that there was no room for a table.
To be honest, Sasuke didn't know how to act around Naruto anymore. His usual cold attitude was easy to place on other people, but there was a desire to treat the boy differently. He wanted the boy to like him. Sasuke wasn't accustomed to expressing his feelings, in fact, he wasn't accustomed to being anything but cold to anyone. So the alien thought of being nice was making Sasuke's entire body break out in a fevered sweat.
'Calm down, Sasuke. You're an Uchiha, you're smooth, and cool. Being nice is no obstacle, you can do it…'
As Sasuke repeated this mantra with his eyes closed, he slowly composed his thoughts.
Suddenly the door opened with a bang, and a slightly blushing Naruto entered with a scowl on his face. He carried a tray with two sake bottles and a cup, which he slammed down on the floor roughly.
"Sake." Naruto barked, and sat down with his arms folded, and his back facing Sasuke.
Sasuke's eyebrows twitched with irritation. All thoughts of being nice to the boy fled, and he reverted instinctively back to his old demeanor. 'You're not the only one that can play this game.'
"Pour it, usurakontachi."
"WHAT?" Naruto turned around with wide eyes.
"You heard me." Sasuke replied impassively.
"I'm not your slave!"
"Which part of 'serve' do you not understand, dobe?"
Struggling with barely checked anger, Naruto grabbed the sake bottle and poured the wine sloppily into the small cup. He took the cup and shoved it in front of Sasuke, emptying half the sake on the boy's shirt mats.
Sasuke smirked at his little victory, but he wasn't about to stop there, even if his shirt got wet. "Hold the cup to my lips."
Naruto grinded his teeth together, and looked at Sasuke defiantly. He lifted the and leaned forward until his face was a mere inches from Sasuke's, and smiled sweetly, before gulping down the wine himself. He looked at Sasuke in triumph and stuck his tongue out to celebrate his win.
In a split second, Sasuke's hand shot out to grab his own which was still holding the cup, and with his other arm, he pinned the blond down onto the futon, and secured his legs with his own. It was a special grip that Sasuke had learnt during his taijutsu lessons, but found useless until today. The grip allowed him to face the enemy while keeping him immobile. Truth be told, this move was rarely used, and his taijutsu teacher, Kakashi, refused to tell him who it was invented by. Whoever it was, Sasuke now thanked him silently.
Warm lips crushed onto soft ones with some force, and without further ado, Sasuke slipped his tongue into the Naruto's mouth, twirling it around, tasting the interior faintly lined with the bite of sake.
"Hmmmph…" Naruto's protest was muddled by the kiss, and any attempts of struggling were rendered futile by the wonderful grip technique. He found it extremely hard to struggle and be kissed at the same time, especially when one such kiss made him feel so heady.
Sasuke groaned in pleasure at the sensation of tangling tongues with the blond. Somehow, the feeling was very familiar, and he vaguely recalled doing something similar. Sasuke broke off the kiss reluctantly to get some air. Breathing heavily, he looked into Naruto's dazed eyes.
"Just…getting my sake. Thank you for feeding me," He murmured in a husky voice. "Tell me, what did I do last night?"
"Huh?" Naruto sounded, uncomprehending.
"What did I do the other night?" Sasuke murmured, "Did I do this?"
"This?" Naruto's mind wondered what 'this' was, when Sasuke proceeded to demonstrate what 'that' was. Tingling sensations swept over him as Sasuke started licking the side of his neck, and Naruto moaned to the new and delightful sensation. Sasuke continued to impart light sweeps of his tongue across his neck.
The wonderful grip technique, now long forgotten, as Sasuke half lay on top of Naruto, pinning both of his hands to the futon. He let go of Naruto's left arm, and slid his hands under the blonde's shirt, stroking the heated skin underneath. Naruto shivered, as cool fingers circled his nipple eliciting small whimpers of pleasure. Sasuke pulled up the offending shirt, and drank in the view of a lean and slightly toned torso. He lowered his lips close to Naruto's right nipple and breathed hotly on it, before licking it tentatively. This produced a gasp from Naruto, which Sasuke took as encouragement, and he eagerly took the hard nipple into his mouth and sucked gently. Naruto moaned loudly; the sound shot straight to Sasuke's groin, where his member was fast awakening.
He moved his legs between Naruto's, and teased his thighs apart; pleased to find that the blond was equally as aroused as he was.
"Ahhh, Sasuke!" Naruto gasped as Sasuke's leg continued to rub against his erection. Sasuke's own erection twitched torturously at Naruto calling his name. He freed his right hand, and slid it into Naruto's shorts, and under his boxers to grip his erection, while his left continued to torment the blonde's nipples.
"Sasuke…stop." Somewhere in the back of Naruto's mind reminded him, that he was supposed to be annoyed at this person, but the protest was only half hearted. Sasuke pulled off Naruto's shorts and gazed at his fully erect member before looking into Naruto's eyes.
"Stop? But didn't we do this last time?" Sasuke smirked, and lowered his hand to Naruto's member, "Did it feel like this last night?" He asked, before taking the shaft into his hand and started stroking languidly.
"Sasuke! Please…"
Sasuke chuckled. "Oh? Is that a 'please stop', or 'please continue'?" he asked as he continued to caress the blonde's hard member. Naruto gripped the futon harshly, too overwhelmed by the sensation to continue protesting. His hips arched up slowly, nearing his climax, as Sasuke increased the pace. "Ahhhh! Coming! Sasuke!" Naruto's face contorted in painful pleasure as hot white liquid spilt into Sasuke's waiting hands. He fisted the boy's member a few more times, while the boy floated in euphoria.
Sasuke dragged himself off the boy and sat up, breathing heavily, his own erection seeking for release. He reached for the boy again, but warnings sounded in his head, as he remembered Tsunade's warning. Sasuke gritted his teeth and withdrew his hands reluctantly. He stood up slowly, his movements robot-like as he mentally forced himself to cool down, and make his way to the door.
Feeling his senses return, Naruto sat up unsteadilyHe just came in the hands of another guy, the same one that he had masturbated on the other night. He could blame the first time on the drug, but this time, there was no denying that he had thoroughly enjoyed what they just did. What HE just did. Naruto didn't want to admit it, but it was glaringly obvious that he did not hate the boy.
Having resolved an inner struggle, he looked up; only find the object of his thoughts about to leave.
"Teme. Where do you think you're going?" He asked gruffly, "Are you just going to leave after what you just did?"
Sasuke paused to compose himself before turning around, still slightly shaking from barely restrained desire. He tucked his hands into his pockets to hide his shaking and keep his hands from grabbing the boy once more. "Dobe, are you a girl? Do I need to take responsibility or something?" Quick, let me get out of here before I take you.
Naruto looked away, "No," Naruto said sulkily, and stood up; still half naked, and walked over to the dark haired youth, still unable to meet his gaze, "But because you did that for me…and I didn't hate it, and because you're like this because of me, and because of what I did last to you last night…and-"
Amused, Sasuke lifted the boy's chin and hushed the tumble of words with a small kiss, "I did that because I wanted to." Sasuke leaned in to capture the boy's lips once again. He slipped his tongue into his slightly parted lips and shared a heated kiss with the blond, before an idle thought occurred to him. Sasuke pulled away from the boy's lips a little, breathing heavily, "What did you do to me last night?" He asked.
Naruto's eyes widened and his already flushed face became even brighter, "Uh…well, something like this…" He mumbled, as he pushed Sasuke against the door, and attacked his lips with renewed vigor. His hands traveled over the expanse of smooth flesh under Sasuke's shirt, teasing his nipples. Naruto's sudden enthusiasm caught Sasuke by surprise, but any further thoughts were subdued when he felt Naruto's hand boldly caress his crotch.
Naruto kissed his way towards Sasuke's ears, and licked the inner shell, making him shiver. He continued to assault the boy's sensitive ear as he deftly undid Sasuke's pants. As they fell in a crumbled pile around his legs, Naruto ran his hands along Sasuke's inner thighs, and slipped his hands inside his underwear to hold his erected member.
"Sasuke, does this feel good?" Naruto asked earnestly, a little worried that his skills were lacking.
"Gods…Naruto…don't stop." Sasuke moaned with his eyes shut as Naruto stroked his member with a firm hand, sending shocks of electricity into the pits of his stomach.
The blond got down on his knees and slowly slid Sasuke's underwear down; releasing his erection from the restrictive confines. Staring at the erect member, Naruto remembered overhearing something Ino and Sakura had once talked about, and decided to try it.
Naruto held Sasuke's erection in his hand, and shyly licked the drop of pre-cum from the tip. Sasuke moaned in response, wanting to come at that very moment, but he willed himself to think revolting thoughts. He couldn't believe Naruto was doing what he was doing, but that thought alone was driving him crazy. Taking it as a sign of encouragement, and finding the pearly liquid tangy and fascinating, Naruto continued to lick along the engorged member hesitantly.
Ino had taught Sakura that the best way to do this was to imagine the customer's manhood as a lollipop.
Naruto took a deep breath, and with his eyes closed, he began sucking fervently, his pink lips stretching tightly around the large member. Sasuke grunted at the sudden oral onslaught, and clutched the doorframe tightly as Naruto pumped and sucked him keenly.
"Naruto…"
The blond looked up at the sound of the breathy moan whilst still sucking the Uchiha. The sight of Naruto on his knees, looking up at him with those large blue eyes, with his penis on his mouth, Sasuke gave out a hoarse cry and came, spilling his seed into Naruto's mouth.
Surprised, Naruto choked down hot liquid without thinking. Letting the boy's member out of his mouth, he frowned a little at the salty aftertaste, but smiled as Sasuke slid down to the floor.
"Thanks." Sasuke murmured, blushing.
Naruto also blushed, "It was only fair."
Naruto helped Sasuke to the futon, and they both collapsed tired from their mind-blowing orgasms. Sasuke turned to face Naruto thoughtfully, only to find the blond already sleeping peacefully. He sighed, and hugged the blond close, letting sleep overtake him.
Outside Naruto's room, Tsunade stood speechless beside her assistant, a vein pulsating on her forehead, and her shaking hands tightly clenched into a ball. Shizune, who was holding a tray with a bottle of lubricant on top, patted her soothingly, leading her boss away.
"Mah, mah…at least you didn't have to deliver it to them in the end."
TBC
My first smutty scene, kinda! Comments?
Glossary (If I miss some things, or get the meanings wrong, please let me know):
-sama : addressing a master
-san: polite way of addressing someone
-chan: a close and informal way of addressing someone
-baba: rude way of saying grandma
teme: bastard
ano sa: you know
dobe: stupid, idiot, dumbass
usurakontachi: bastard of bastards
taijutsu: any form of body combat