This is a longer story again. Well then, I totally love airplanes and I was a huge Star Wars geek, so this is some kind of tribute to it? Does anyone guess what and whose plane I am talking about in this story? You might find this first chapter boring, since it has lots of plane details in it. So if you are here only because of the smut, you have to wait or this is just not for you. Those who actually appreciate a plot, I have one! Again!
WARNING: This story can be seen as paedophilia due to the age difference.
Please do not flame (I do not find a reason for it so you better not either). I apologize for the possible misspellings and other errors.
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Pairing: Sasuke x Naruto / Naruto x Sasuke
Summary: Liking them young and male was never his repertoire. But no matter how you look at it, Sasuke is a kid and has that thing between his legs. When you are forty, it might be dangerous to play with fire, captain Uzumaki.
Disclaimer: I have no rights over the characters or whatsoever (do not sue me Mr. Kishimoto), I am just loaning them and returning to the rightful owner (Mr. Kishimoto).
The bed is empty and I run to the kitchen, but there is no sign of Sasuke. As I look more closely I see that his stuff is also gone and there is absolutely no sign of him. My hands tremble as I try to recollect pieces of yesterday. For the love of God, I had sex with him; I had sex with a child. It is illegal and I could practically be his father…I feel utterly ill and I have to run to the bathroom to throw up.
I sit on the bathroom floor and cry. None of this would have happened if I had not let my lower half lead me. I am so stupid and I throw up again. Sasuke is not here…where did he go? Is he alright? Of course he cannot be alright! Fuck! I was his mentor and I used him, fuck! I need to find him, I shout in my head, but my body is too heavy to move. Forcefully I run to the hangars only to find the chief there, inspecting the planes.
I am out of breath because of the running and I try to relax before opening my mouth. Where is he, I have to find him, I say raggedly to the chief. Who, you mean Sasuke? He asks nonchalantly. Oh, did he not tell you, he asks me. Tell me what, I ask dumbfounded. Well, he went back home this morning - you probably did not know that his father owns this airfield, he continues. I need a cigarette, I say my voice sounding dull.
We should go out, the chief says and we walk to the deck behind the hangars. I should not tell you this, but well, I guess it does not make a difference anymore, he sighs. Sasuke's father owns this airfield as I told you…let us say Sasuke was a little rascal at home and his father decided to send him here, he tells me. A rascal and why here, I ask for a better explanation than this. Sasuke fooled around with girls…a lot, his father had caught him a couple of times but no amount of talk had made things better, the chief continues.
Sasuke skipped school and if you ask me, that was a cry for help, he says somewhat tiredly. Well anyway, his father decided to send him here, since Elizabeth was having a baby and there were no girls here - it was a good deal, since at the same time we wanted to control your libido and a male target finder would be perfect for that, he smiles weakly. Good thing you are such a ladies' man, he laughs. Yeah, great, I answer back after the confession.
My hands tremble again and lighting the cigarette is inexplicably hard. You miss him already, the chief asks happily, but I merely grunt. When there were no women I ended up fucking a little boy…You do not look so good, the chief says worriedly. Well, yeah, I did not sleep so well, I tell him. That night I ended up praying for the first time in decades. The adulthood I was so afraid to confront landed on me eventually and somehow I lost the interest in mindless sex.
Every time Sakura came over I was still with her, because I actually cared for her and we had had a long history together. I totally did not dislike sex, but too often the image of Sasuke raised its head and practically made my little friend limp. I should totally settle down and do something with my life. Funny thing was that settling down was easier than I thought it ever be.
I made Charlotte my priority and year went on quite nicely; I had more work, since I decided I should handle everything about Charlotte by myself. That way I could earn enough money to buy her sometime in the future. So, I studied aeromechanics and in the end I bought her. None the less, I stayed here because I was indebted to the chief and I liked it here. Hell, I would soon retire, so it did not really matter where I was.
My bad habit of smoking stayed with me and I gained weight - I looked like a regular middle-aged man except I still had my muscles. I think the chief was proud to see me take responsibility and that I found some aim in my life - the other guys probably thought I was nuts and had married my plane. Charlotte and I, we were old companions, but nothing more. Then came the day when I turned fifty.
The chief had organized a party even though the next day the captain commander himself would check the planes and the airfield. You little devil, pilots can retire younger than we "office workers", he snorts and drinks his whisky and scotch. Does not mean I will not fly anymore, I smirk back at him. After the formalities we head to bed, since we have to wake up early - seems that the captain commander wants to meet all of us and do a more thorough inspection.
It feels incredibly stupid to stand in line and I am the only one who looks like a bum…I have got my dirty work clothes still on me and the cigarette lives between my lips. I will not suck up to those bastards - I still got my rebelliousness no matter what. The captain commander and his minions approach the hangar where we wait. The commander is younger than I thought - he is good-looking and tall.
Actually I have never seen anyone wear a uniform so perfectly like he does. The captain commander Uchiha has arrived, the messenger boy announces. When he walks closer the realization hits me - I have seen that smug face before. He walks to me and shakes my hand; then a smirk flashes on his face and my cigarette falls down on the ground still burning. Captain Uzumaki, I presume, he looks at me and I want to punch his lights out. Sasuke, you little bastard…but I keep silent and I look passive even though I am burning inside.
After the formalities I approach him and ask a permission to speak with him alone. But of course, he smiles and adds silently "o captain, my captain". We walk to the monitoring booth where glass separates us from the others. What is this shit, I demand of him. You should not talk to your superiors like that, he says. I take him by the front of his uniform and slam him against the wall. Everyone is looking at us, but luckily they cannot hear what we are saying because of the soundproofing.
All these years I thought I ruined you, I thought I raped you for fuck's sake, I shout at him. There is that smug look on his face again! I thought, I thought I used you, but it was you who used me all along, I continue. It is hard to rape the willing, he says devilishly and that is when I snap. I sink my fist into his face so that the blood stains my hand. He drops on to his knees and keeps holding his cheek. Serves you right you little twerp, I spit at him and leave.
I take my gears and head for Charlotte. I climb to the cabin and seat myself. The windows evaporate because of my breathing but I can still see Sasuke running to the hangar. His shirt is bloody and half open, hair mushy and it makes me smile. Stupid kid. I turn on the motor and the familiar hum fills the open space. Sasuke's hair sticks to every possible direction so that he has to brush the strands off to see.
He shouts, but I cannot hear anything - but I can read his lips enough to understand he shouts that he loved me. I laugh a little and write on the window that he uses past tense. I shake my head and prepare for a takeoff. Off to the air I am leaving him behind, just like he did to me ten years ago. For the first time in ages I feel absolutely free.
So, what am I doing now? I am in a half-sitting position in some hotel, naked and smoking cigars. Let us just say it did not take ten years to catch me, not even a week for Sasuke - now he is almost asleep on my lap quite as naked as I am. It is funny how a guy as tall and athletic as him can rest like a kitten; a bundle of limbs and black hair.
I am sore, he mumbles. Well, you should be, I gave you ten years of frustration, I snort jokingly. Anyway, you begged for it, I continue and inhale smoke. I did not, he grunts, but still blushes up to his ears.
Maverick, he then whispers, probably as revenge. Stop citing movies you punk, it would make you Goose and he died, I grunt. I am not dying, you know, he smiles at me. You taste good and I like you even more now, since you are softer, he giggles and I tell him to fuck off. You are twenty-five, Christ, I say to him, but he just laughs.
You are one dumb fuck…do you still wear dresses, I ask sarcastically. Naah, that was totally for you - you know, seduction, he says. It did not work, I tell him but he just smirks and says that either way I ended up fucking him. You are totally crossing the line here, I am having second thoughts about this, I murmur. The newly appointed captain commander pouts. For fuck's sake…
By the way, your father and I, we studied together at the flight academy, I tell him. I did not know that, he says. Well, we were both target finders but he ended up taking other path, I tell him. Hmm, that saves me the trouble, he says deep in thought. Saves what, I ask him. Well, you already know each other so it will be easier to introduce you as my boyfriend, he says with a little smile on his face. I almost choke on the cigarette.
He climbs on top of me and gives butterfly kisses all over. Then he whispers that he absolutely wants to give me head. By all means, although you are fucking blunt, I groan. His sinful lips caress my skin, nibs it and dives between my legs. All I can say is that the boy always seemed to know what to do down there. Maybe this odd relationship is just that "settling down" too…He drinks my semen and I wonder out loud whether this makes me gay. Totally, he says and we end up wrestling on the cold floor.
Is this love, I ask him then out of breath. Totally, he smiles again. It took this long for me to come in terms with wanting to be with Sasuke, so you can guess how his father took it…I am glad he did not have a shotgun after Sasuke's passionate love confession. I am also very glad Sasuke knew CPR. So, you could say what comes around, goes around?
