Summary: a bored Naruto logged in on his usual chatroom and met with the user SharinganXx. They only know each other online so what would happen if they were to meet in real life?
Warning: Cursing, boy x boy, violence in later chapters.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto and any of the characters of it.. sadly..
Chapter 8
The blonde was speechless as he looked around in the richly decorated entrance of the Uchiha mansion. He saw pretty, probably expansive, china, beautiful portraits('Is that Sasuke?') and remarkable furniture.
He wanted to touch it.
Naruto quickly moved to a big vase and began rubbing it while holding his breath. Never in his life had he touched something this expansive.
He hadn't realised he was smiling until he heard Sasuke's voice coming from the door that lead to the sitting room.
"Don't break that dobe, come, let's go."
Naruto carefully backed away from the vase and followed Sasuke. They went inside a large but cosy room with, also here, remarkable furniture.
"Hello, sweetie, brought a friend with you from school?"
Naruto jumped when he heard an unfamiliar voice. He looked at where the voice came from and saw a woman with pretty long black hair sitting on the couch with a laptop on her lap.
"Yes mother, I picked him up and asked if he wanted to come over."
"That's good, honey." The woman smiled at him and looked then at Naruto, who was gaping at her.
"And what's your name?" The sweet voice took a while to reach his ears.
"… I .. uh.. I'm.. you…. You're pretty!" Naruto said that breathless.
Sasuke stared at him and his mother laughed.
"Why, thank you, but I asked what your name was, honey."
Naruto blushed. "N-Naruto ma'am."
His mother nodded and smiled. Then put her attention back to her laptop.
"Come on." A pale hand grabbed a tan one and pulled the other with him to his room. Sasuke pushed Naruto onto his bed and sat beside him. He glanced at the blonde from the corner of his eyes. He watched as the blonde looked around the room, obviously taken back by the amount of money that must've been spend on this room.
After long moments of silence, the Uchiha became slightly irritated and grabbed the other's chin and forced him gently to look at him. Blue eyes met black ones.
"Don't spend all your attention on your surroundings. Spend it on me."
Naruto blushed a bit.
"W-what do you mean with that, teme?" Sasuke smirked at the name.
"What do you think?" Sasuke's grin became wider as he saw the blonde searching for the right words.
"Well if you don't know, might as well show it, huh?"
The Uchiha got off of his behind and gently but strongly pushed the blonde on his back where it met with silk blankets.
"W-w-what are you doing?!" The blonde struggled a bit but not too much. Strangely he thought of being pinned down by this dominant acting bastard quite… Exciting.
Naruto blushed at the thought of having the Uchiha doing things to him while lying on the bed. He almost wanted it. After several weeks of having the raven-haired guy molesting him, touching him in weird places that only lovers should be able to reach, the blond had felt some kind of spark between them. Especially when Sasuke had his nicer moments, where he didn't molest him but just talked like they had been friends forever.
And now, Naruto was lying on his back gazing into the other's eyes. He saw a glimmering of lust and joy in it. The blonde wasn't sure if he wanted to answer it. But his body once again betrayed him. He felt a very private part of him come alive.
Sasuke had noticed the red cheeks of the blonde and grinned.
"Is this turning you on, dobe?"
If possible, Naruto's face became even more red and he turned his face away.
"N-no of course not! I just want to- aaaahh! What the fuck!?"
Naruto had yelled out those last words when he felt a hand on his crotch.
"Dobe, don't lie. Why are you hard if you aren't?"
The blonde didn't answer, but he didn't remove the hand either. He kind of.. liked it being there. He even wanted to feel more like those last times in school. Only then he had the possibility of people, students, walking in on them so he always tried to shove Sasuke away, claiming he didn't like it and that he wanted him to stop molesting him this way.
But now they had the room to themselves. And he was sure that Sasuke 's mother wouldn't just barge in like that. Naruto relaxed a bit at that thought.
"You should stop- hnngg…" The blonde couldn't end his sentence as a moan escaped his throat. Sasuke had rubbed the part his hand was resting on. And he rubbed even harder when he noticed the blonde's reaction to it.
"Do you like it?" Naruto nodded.
"Oh really? I thought you always wanted to push me away." The Uchiha smirked.
"I-I just.. I'm just feeling.. like this.." another moan fled from his throat.
"Want me to finish it for you?" The hand stopped rubbing.
Naruto swallowed. He really wanted to.. finish.. but he didn't know if he really liked the guy like that. Besides, all this touching had made him think of the way his foster father touched him.
"Slowly.." The hesitant tone in the blonde's voice made Sasuke frown. Not from frustration but from concern. He sounded almost afraid.
"Alright then." Sasuke pulled his hand back and leaned down. He gently placed his mouth on Naruto's.
"Let's start like this then." He smiled a real smile. Naruto noticed this and smiled back a bit, making sure that the Uchiha knew that it was alright.
Sasuke leaned in for another kiss and gently tugged at Naruto's shirt. The blonde held his arms up, allowing Sasuke to pull off his shirt.
The raven haired boy couldn't wait to see what kind of sexy tan body was underneath the layer of clothing. Would he be flawless? Or did he have a tattoo?
Sasuke threw the T-shirt Naruto was wearing away somewhere on the ground and looked eagerly back at the blonde's bare chest.
His breath hitched as he saw a torso full of bruises and scars.
'Shit' Naruto thought. 'I forgot about that…'
Cliffhanger! Bit of a lousy chapter thoug..What will Naruto do now that Sasuke has seen his secret? And what will Sasuke do? Tumtumtuuum!
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