Woe... I'm Life's Whore
Woe… I'm Life's Whore
Naruto discovers some funky feelings. A LOT of drama ensues. AU SasuNaru, plus other pairings (surprise). Some possible OOCness.. plot-line a little more serious than the title.
Main Pairing: SasuNaru/NaruSasu Others: GaaNaru/NaruGaa KibaShino/ShinoKiba SasuOrochi/OrochiSasu
R&R
Chapter Twenty: Twisted
Naruto looked up at the long and windy driveway, which led up to a tall, rather spooky looking mansion.
It must have taken them a good hour or two to drive all the way out here. He had no idea where they were, which probably wasn't the best for Naruto in his given situation, but he decided it would be fine for now. Kabuto had pulled up inconspicuously to the side of the huge wrought iron gates surrounding the property. Perfectly tended gardens were deserted, and despite their beautiful appearance, it appeared dead and lifeless.
The skies had become covered in a thick blanket of deep dark clouds, the moon barely shining a pathetic string of light upon the eerily lit house. The house creaked in long, drawn-out moans, the only sound heard other than the loud crunching of gravel underfoot.
A chill wind picked up then died away again just as fast. Naruto wrapped his arms around himself, struggling to keep up with the long strides of the tall man next to him.
They walked up tall marble stairs, reaching a huge cedar double-door. Orochimaru pushed with seemingly little effort on the right door. It edged open just enough for them to squeeze through. He held out his hand, indicating for Naruto to go first. He nodded gingerly and stepped into a very, very dark house.
A loud clunk behind him told him that Orochimaru had shut the door behind him. He felt long, slender hands wrap themselves around his waist and the tops of the fingers slunk into his pants. Naruto hissed at the contact.
"Ohh," Orochimaru said, fake pity dancing in his voice. "Not here, my pet."
He removed his hands, Naruto cursing his body's enjoyment at the foreign contact. Orochimaru must have turned on a lamp, somewhere, because light was now emanating from the corners of the rooms. The place was furnished in a conservative fashion. Orochimaru beckoned to him to follow from a set of old, polished wooden stairs. He followed.
The top of the stairs revealed a further labyrinth of corridors and stairs. He made sure he didn't lose Orochimaru.
He had led him to (what he would have guessed was, anyway) the master bedroom. With a walk-in closet, large, plush bed with an adorning canopy. A bathroom was attached parallel to the bedroom.
Orochimaru shut the door behind Naruto as he entered.
He closed the distance between them, enveloping Naruto's mouth and forcing his tongue down his throat. Naruto avoided choking and instead allowed Orochimaru his sick pleasure.
He released him, with a gruff and hurried, "lose the clothes." Disappearing into the bathroom while taking off his jacket, Naruto sat on the bed and sighed, deeply. Hopefully this would be over quickly.
-
Orochimaru had been in the shower for a good fifteen minutes before deciding that the water would soon run cold. He had felt rather dirty, as he had been following around this young boy for a day or two already, without being able to return to any of his villas or hotel suites.
The searing water brought his pale skin to become red and puffy. It felt clean.
He licked his lips at what he imagined must be waiting in the next room for him. Delicious.
This prize was surely worth it. His little addiction never left him during his time in prison. He couldn't help it. The feel of those weaker than him, so young, yet volatile, and they would submit. They had to. It sent shivers down his spine.
Now, although lately his tastes focused on slightly older clients than he had used to, he had a perfect specimen in the next room. Young, built and tan. His hair and lips always bristled, radiating a sexed-up look. The thought was making him harder and harder. He had already decided that this boy Naruto would be a very sorry little piece of ass by the morning.
He dried himself quickly, not wanting to waste any more time. He would need another shower in a few hours, anyway. Perhaps he'd take Naruto there, too.
He wrapped a dressing gown around his body, it would be a very temporary installment.
"Naruto," he whispered through a crack in the doorway, opening it, electricity coursing through his veins. He couldn't help but grin malevolently as he swung the door open full.
-
Orochimaru's grin fell.
"What is THIS?" he screamed at Naruto, the evening's plans quite forgotten.
Naruto smiled at him. "Payback, asshole."
There must have been ten policemen in the room, and the floodlights coming through the windows told him that more were outside. Two of them moved in. Orochimaru attempted to punch one of them, but his struggling was quickly overpowered.
The man was hysterical. Screaming vicious remarks at Naruto, both about him and Sasuke.
Naruto winced and decided to block his ears, turning to the people behind him.
"Fuck, Naruto," Kiba said as the struggling man made a grab for the boy. He jumped away from the psychopath.
Shino raised an eyebrow. "We figured you might need some help when we saw you getting in a renowned pedophile's car."
Naruto sighed. Thank God that some of the world had some sense.
Naruto had already gotten some valuable information out of Orochimaru, and now he was just glad that Shino and Kiba had come to his rescue. He stood there, grinning, very happy that he wasn't about to get royally raped. Who knows what that freak would have done to him? he shuddered at the thought.
"Naruto," Kiba said, snapping fingers in front of his eyes to startle him and get his attention.
Naruto blinked and looked at him, grin never leaving his face once.
"What are you going to do, now?" he asked, genuinely.
He had already thought about what he was going to do next, and eventually he had come to a decision.
"Don't tell anyone?" Naruto asked, resisting the urge to hold up his pinky finger like a four-year-old girl.
"Of course, mate," Kiba replied. Shino gave a court nod.
"Stake out."
-
Naruto's brain reasoned with him. Even though it was kind of dangerous, he would stake out Sasuke's house. There was plenty of room, and nobody would think of finding him there, would they?
If Orochimaru had gotten rid of Sasuke just to give Itachi time to get into the house, then he would have to come.
If he could follow Itachi, perhaps he would find Sasuke.
Sasuke might even come home himself.
Although, that was a long-winded hope.
Never-the-less, he had gone to the closest super-market, bought twenty packets of instant ramen, then returned to Sasuke's quiet house.
He had settled himself in, watching the TV on low, trying not to make too much noise. The internet, electricity and water hadn't been cut yet, so he was fine for now.
He vaguely wondered if he was holding onto a senseless false-hope. This made sense, right?
-
Tak. Tak.
It had only been two days.
Two days, but Naruto still felt tears pour out at random moments, even though he didn't feel particularly sad, or angsty, or frustrated.
Two days, but Naruto had still managed to eat nearly all the ramen, having only two little cartons left.
Two days, and Naruto hadn't seen anyone or anything of the outside world since.
Tak. Tak.
But he was sure he had heard a hard, slow, thump on the door. Naruto edged towards it slowly. What if it was Itachi? It might just be Kiba or Shino… What if it was Sasuke?
His heart was thumping fast.
He couldn't see anybody through the little peep-hole that was drilled into the door. He cautiously opened it.
Nobody was there. His eyes hurt from the bright day-time light.
He took a step out from the doorway, just to get a good look either side of the archway. He jumped when he saw a tall, odd looking man standing to the side.
He closed the door so it was only open enough for his voice to get through.
"Who are you?" he squeaked. Squeaking wasn't manly, he made a mental note, don't do that again.
"Naruto Uzumaki?" the man asked.
Naruto squinted at him, "yes?"
The man blinked down at him. "I was sent by Master Sasuke Uchiha."
Naruto's eyes widened and his vocal chords tightened, he opened the door. "Come in," he said, hurriedly, ushering the man in.
The second he had shut the door, he felt a sharp blow to the back of his head, his vision blurred as he felt his body sink to the floor. The floor faded to black as he slipped into unconsciousness.