Chapter 2: Bitches Got Moves!
Naruto POV
An hour later we show our fake IDs to the bouncer and are waved in. Almost immediately the smell of sweaty bodies pressed up against each other like sardines in a can reaches my nose, and I resist the urge to hold it. Sasuke moves closer to me, and I grasp his hand so that we won't be separated by the crowd.
Born This Way is absolutely packed with gay couples celebrating Valentine's Day and singles looking to score with one of the many other single gay and bi men in the club. I see a few lesbian couples, but on the whole girls are classier than most guys (Sasuke not included; he could outclass any woman in the world any day of the week, at any time of day), so you don't generally see many girls in Konoha's GLBT club scene. These lesbian couples are the exceptions.
"I still can't believe this is your idea of fun!" Sasuke groans, raising his voice to be heard over the music, although he knows I'm an excellent lip reader; Naruko taught me well.
"Whatever, temee," I say, grinning. "The energy is invigorating!"
"More like claustrophobic," says my boyfriend, and I roll my eyes. Leave it up to Sasuke to point out the negative in every situation.
"Hey, baby," I say, kissing those shining red lips and tasting the cherry flavor, "give it a chance. If we're here for half an hour and you still don't like it, we'll leave. Okay?"
Sasuke nods reluctantly and we wade deeper into the crowd, looking for the bar. When we find it we both order drinks: I order a winter ale, and Sasuke gets a strawberry lime margarita. (I swear he should have been born a girl.) I catch a couple of single men eyeing him hungrily from a little farther down the bar and glare at them until they look away. No one looks covetously at my boyfriend, unless they want their balls ripped off and handed to them on a silver platter.
"Stop being so possessive," snaps Sasuke, catching me glaring at the guys at the end of the bar. "I could never find a guy in the rest of the world that would be able to hold a candle to you period, so you can cool it."
"I'm just making sure they leave my darling boyfriend alone," I tease him, making him blush.
"Down, boy."
"Arf!"
He rolls his eyes.
"Y'know, if you keep rolling your eyes like that they'll fall out."
Sasuke gives me the middle finger and I laugh.
"My god you're eager," I say. "We can do it when we get back in the Gaymobile."
"Back seat sex in your car?" he says, raising an eyebrow. "And you call it 'the Gaymobile'? Classy."
"Yes, I call it the Gaymobile," I say defensively, "and it was supposed to be a surprise!"
"Yeah, okay, Naruto," Sasuke smirks. "On an unrelated note, the only way you are going to get me out on that dance floor is if you get me thoroughly inebriated first."
"Uh-unh," I say warningly. "The last time you got drunk you passed out during the intense make-out session afterwards. You do not know how to hold your alcohol well, and I want us both to be fully conscious for later tonight. So you get one more margarita and then we're dancing. If you want any more drinks after that, you get water or soda."
My boyfriend groans theatrically.
"Naruto…"
"Think of the dancing as foreplay," I say, winking.
"You're so weird and embarrassing," says Sasuke, blushing again, but he downs the second margarita quickly and takes my hand, pulling me into the forest of writhing bodies. I smirk and follow.
"Such a funny, cute, and demanding little uke," I say to myself.
"I heard that!" he says as we finally find a spot that isn't too crowded, surrounded by a few less raunchy male couples and some lesbian couples. I see Hyuuga Hinata dancing with her girlfriend Amaru and point them out to Sasuke. We wave, and they wave back.
"Is that a bad thing?" I ask.
"It depends on how badly you want to take my virginity tonight."
"Oh I can't tell you how long I've been waiting," I say, pulling my boyfriend to me and beginning to slow dance as 30 Minutes by t.A.T.u. wafts through the sound system. "It's so mean to hold that over my head!"
Sasuke says nothing, but he smirks. Taking my proffered hand, he rests his head on my chest, and we make a slow circle roughly in time to the music. I bury my face in his silky black hair, smelling the raspberry shampoo and the hairspray.
"Sasuke?"
"Mm?"
"Have I ever told you how much I love you?"
"Only all the time, dobe."
"Well, I'm reiterating," I say, leaning down and capturing his lips. "I love you more than life itself, and if anything happened to you I'd have nothing. You're my best friend and the love of my life."
And though he remains silent, the genuine beaming smile that spreads across his face is answer enough for me.
Finally the song ends, much to my relief; even if it's a good song it was too slow for me at this point in time. It is followed by a song with a catchier beat. Sasuke growls in irritation.
"I don't feel like dancing," he says.
"Hey, we had an agreement," I say. "We stay half an hour, and if you don't like it then we leave. We've still got fifteen minutes left, so you have to put up with it until 2200."
"Crap."
I laugh.
Fifteen minutes later, I check in. Despite the reluctance to go clubbing earlier, Sasuke seems to have warmed up to the ambiance of the dance floor. Mostly he's singing along to the majority of the songs that come over the loudspeaker, but occasionally he'll bob his head along and move his body in a way that emulates dancing.
"Eh, it's all right," he says when I ask.
"All right?" I ask, raising an eyebrow. "You seem to be kind of enjoying it in spite of such a tepid initial review."
He gives me the finger.
"Right now?" I ask.
"In an hour and a half," he says, grinning.
"So we're staying?"
RedOne, Konvict
Gaga, oh-oh, eh
"Well, we are now," says Sasuke as the first lines of Just Dance by Lady Gaga blast through the stereo system. He pulls me closer and begins to dance for real.
"I thought you didn't dance," I say.
"I did say that," he replies. "That doesn't mean that I can't dance."
I've had a little bit too much
All of the people start to rush, start to rush by
How does he twist the dance
Can't find a drink; oh man
Where are my keys? I lost my phone
What's going on on the floor?
I love this record baby but I can't see straight anymore
Keep it cool, what's the name of this club?
I can't remember but it's alright, a-alright
Just dance, gonna be okay, da doo-doo
Just dance, spin that record babe, da doo-doo
Just dance, gonna be okay, d-d-d-dance
Just, j-j-just dance
My jaw would drop, but I'm too stunned even for that. My boyfriend, usually the most subdued person in any room, is suddenly moving in such a sensual way –moving his hips in a very suggestive manner- that half of the things he's doing should be outlawed because of the effect that they're having on me. It doesn't help any that at times he's practically giving me a lap dance. My dick is uncomfortably hard, and it's all I can do to keep myself from throwing Sasuke down on the floor and fucking him senseless right here and now in the middle of this crowd.
Wish I could shut my playboy mouth, oh oh oh-oh
How'd I turn my shirt inside out? Inside outright
Control your poison babe, roses have thorns they say
And we're all getting hosed tonight, oh oh oh-oh
What's going on on the floor?
I love this record baby but I can't see straight anymore
Keep it cool, what's the name of this club?
I can't remember but it's alright, a-alright
Just dance, gonna be okay, da doo-doo
Just dance, spin that record babe, da doo-doo
Just dance, gonna be okay, d-d-d-dance
Just, j-j-just dance
'So what, you're just gonna let your boyfriend have all the glory?' the voice in my head sneers at me.
And though it sounds crazy, the little voice in my head is right. Besides, people are starting to stop and stare, and I don't want Sasuke to feel incredibly awkward. He's already out of his comfort zone as it is.
I see Hyuuga Neji, a notorious player in Konoha's GLBT community, eyeing my boyfriend with nothing short of lust, and I glare at him until he looks away.
"Move back a little, koishii," I say, rolling up my sleeves. "I'm about to blow your mind."
Sasuke raises an eyebrow but smirks and moves back.
Closing my eyes for a second, I pretend that this is the street dancing crew I took part in for three years back in middle school. None of my friends knew about it, not even Sasuke.
When I come through on the dance floor checkin' out that catalog
Can't believe my eyes, so many women without a flaw
And I ain't gon' give it up, steady tryin' to pick it up like a car
Imma hit it, Imma hit it and flex and do it until tomorrow yeah
Shawty I can see that you got so much energy
The way you're twirlin' up them hips 'round and 'round
And now there's no reason at all why you can't leave here with me
In the meantime stay and let me watch you break it down
And dance, gonna be okay, da doo-doo
Just dance, spin that record babe, da doo-doo
Just dance, gonna be okay, da doo-doo
Just dance, spin that record babe, da doo-doo
Just dance, gonna be okay, d-d-d-dance
Dance, dance, just, j-j-just dance
I start simple at first, with robotic movements, and then go into the moonwalk and start break-dancing and shuffling and doing all the stuff I learned in my street dance crew. There's a sizeable circle around the two of us now, and as I dance I note that my boyfriend has stopped and is watching, his eyes wide with surprise, his jaw slightly agape.
I smirk and then do a mid-air somersault, landing firmly on my feet just inches from Sasuke, startling him out of his daze. He looks ready to yell at me for scaring the shit out of him like that, but I capture his lips in a quick kiss, a little apology, not allowing him a chance to voice his discontent.
"Let's finish the song," I say, slightly out of breath. "Then you can bitch at me."
He rolls his eyes but smirks and allows me to lead him back out into the center of the circle, where we mesmerize everyone else (no exaggeration) as we move perfectly in synch with each other and the music, not even having to look at each other to know what move the other is thinking of doing next half the time. That's the great thing about how long we've known each other.
Woo! Let's go!
Half psychotic, sick, hypnotic
Got my blueprint, it's symphonic
Half psychotic, sick, hypnotic
Got my blueprint electronic
Half psychotic, sick, hypnotic
Got my blueprint, it's symphonic
Half psychotic, sick, hypnotic
Got my blueprint electronic
Go! Use your muscle, carve it out, work it, hustle
I got it, just stay close enough to get it
Don't slow! Drive it, clean it, lights out, bleed it
Spend the lasto
(I got it)
In your pocko
(I got it)
Just dance, gonna be okay, da doo-doo
Just dance, spin that record babe, da doo-doo
Just dance, gonna be okay, da doo-doo
Just dance, spin that record babe, da doo-doo
Just dance, gonna be okay, d-d-d-dance
Dance, dance, just, j-j-just dance
We finish in each other's arms to the sound of clapping and wolf-whistling and share a kiss.
"What, you're not gonna bitch me out for landing two inches from you?" I murmur in Sasuke's ear.
"Maybe later," he says, his face flushed with excitement and exertion. "I didn't know you could break-dance."
"Yeah," I say. "For all of middle school I was part of a street dancing crew."
"Why wasn't I notified? I would have come and watched."
I blush.
"I didn't really want anyone to know," I say, "especially not my mom. She'd have murdered me if she knew. She thinks street dancing crews and gangs are the same thing."
Sasuke laughs and kisses me again.
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Sasuke POV
An hour and a half later we leave the club hand in hand. It takes awhile to get out the front doors, because we're constantly being waylaid by guys offering to buy one or both of us a drink, and the club owner accosted us to try and hire us as dancers, but once we're out of the club we get to Naruto's Prius with no problem.
"I'm going to have to rethink my aversion to clubbing," I say thoughtfully. "That was actually fun."
"Do you wanna go back there some time in the future?" Naruto says.
"Definitely," I say. "That was more fun than I thought it would be. Hey, I know an erotica shop that's open until late. Can we go get some stuff before we do it in your car?"
"Sure," says Naruto, "but I rented a house at the Konoha Lodge for one night, unless you want to do it in my car."
I'm rather reluctant to go to a hotel; I mean, I'm a little bit of a germaphobe, and hotel rooms are notorious for having tons of germs and bed mites. But the other option would be having sex in the back seat of Naruto's car, and the confined space isn't large enough for what I have in mind.
"The house is fine," I say, smiling evilly.
"Uh-oh," says Naruto. "Are you gonna strap me down to the bed and do horrible things? Because you know I'm no good at being the uke."
"Well, I'm horrible at being seme because I always second-guess myself, so we're even," I say.
He smirks.
"You've got that right," he says, and then ducks as throw my keys at him. "You said it first!"
"You weren't supposed to agree," I growl as I pick them up.
"Well excuse me," he says as we get into the Prius. "Where is this place?"
"Uhm, it's near the Gothic clothing store that specializes in Lolita and Steampunk."
"Is it near that club that got closed because of the cockroaches?"
I shudder.
"Yeah, that's the place."
"Yeah, I know where that is," Naruto says, putting the car in gear. "I never knew you went to erotica stores under your own volition."
"Well," I say, blushing, "now you do."
"Have you ever bought anything there?"
I blush again.
"I, uh, I bought a, uhm, a dildo, and, uh, lube…"
Naruto looks at me weirdly, and I feel my face turning red from embarrassment.
"What would you need lube for?" he asks.
"You know what?" I say. "This conversation is over." I'm sure my face must be redder than Naruto's gauges. "Just drive, dobe."
He smirks but drops the subject until we get to the store.
"So what was the lube for?" he says as we walk through the shop.
"Come on, Naruto," I groan, "I bought a dildo and lube. Isn't it kind of obvious? Or are you really that dumb?"
Naruto seems about to come back at me with an insult, but then I see the pieces falling into place in his mind. I shake my head, resigned to the fact that my boyfriend will always be an idiot.
"Well, we got there in the end," I mutter.
Naruto rolls his eyes at me and licks my ear. The sudden odd, sensual sensation of his tongue on my earlobe almost makes me moan, and I have to bite my bottom lip to stop it from coming out. I glare at him.
"Ugh, Naruto, stop being so impatient," I snap.
"But it turned you on, didn't it?" says Naruto, grinning.
"If you don't shut up I'm going to be the one putting you in handcuffs," I say threateningly, picking up a pair of metal handcuffs and twirling them around my index finger idly. Naruto shudders and his eyes sparkle with lust.
"Oh, so it's gonna be that kind of sex," he says, grinning. "If I'd known that I'd've brought my studded collar."
I laugh as I go down the costume aisle.
"Well, I think I've found something that will be to both mine and your liking. How's this?" I say, holding up a black creation of fishnet and chains and buckles, with a minimal amount of leather to cover what needs to be covered.
"I dunno, I'd have to actually see you in it," he says.
"Can do," I say, going up to the front desk. "Hey, do you have a dressing room?" I ask the cashier, a girl with blue hair and a stud in her lip. Her nametag says Konan.
She looks up at me and then at the costume I have in my hands.
"Is this for you or your boyfriend?" she asks.
"Both," I say, smirking.
"Well, I think you'd look good in it," she says, smirking back. "Yeah, we've got a dressing room. Hold on and let me get the keys."
When she unlocks the door I slip in and close the door. Shedding all of my clothes except for the lacy black women's underwear -What? Women's underwear is much more comfortable than men's underwear!- I look at myself in the mirror for a second. My make-up is a little smudged and faded, but that's nothing I can't fix. When I'm done fixing my make-up, I grab the outfit and put it on: first the fishnet shirt with the detachable leather collar and leash, then the leather shorts, then the combat boots, one just an ordinary combat boot, the other made of leather bands held together by fishnet, and finally the leather sleeves with the navy blue trim, which are detached from the fishnet shirt.
As I put on the sleeves the scars on my wrists catch my eye, and I gently rub my fingers over each of them. Each of them is a painful memory of what I did to myself, to my mom and older brother, and to Naruto; a memory of the life I almost missed out on. I still remember Mom's crying face when I finally regained consciousness in the ICU of Konoha Regional Hospital, the tears running down Naruto's face as he described the terror of coming into my room and finding me on the floor, my blood staining the carpet, and the salty kiss he gave me, the first of many heartfelt kisses from him that I would never have had if I had succeeded. When I think about that, I also think about how lucky I am that Naruto came over when he did, and I think about how lucky I am to have someone like him love someone like me.
Shaking my head, I pull the sleeves on the rest of the way and open the door.
"Well, what do you think?" I say to Naruto, who's standing outside the door.
His reaction is so comical I wish I could get it on camera. His eyes widen, his jaw drops, his nose starts to bleed, and I could swear there's a bit of drool at the corner of his mouth. I start to laugh.
"I'll take that as an 'I love it,'" I tease him. All he can do is nod, stupefied. I smirk and kiss him on the cheek, going back into the dressing room to change.
When I come back, Naruto seems to have gotten himself back under control.
"I'll buy this and some other stuff," I say, winking at him. "You go find a costume and put it on."
"Do I have to?" whines Naruto.
"If I'm going to be role-playing, then so are you," I say, leaving no room for compromise.
He huffs and goes to the costume aisle and then into the dressing room while I go back to the aisle where I saw the bondage stuff. I'm looking at leg irons and handcuffs when Konan comes up with more from the back.
"Hey, we've got these too," she says, holding up a set of leg irons, collar, and handcuffs, all connected by one long central chain. "It's perfect for couples given to sadomasochist tendencies."
I smirk.
"That would fit me and Naruto to a tee," I say, "but a collar came with the outfit I'm going to buy."
"Well," says Konan, "in that case, we've got the same thing, minus the collar."
"That would be better than buying separate cuffs," I say. "Are they iron, fuzzy, colored?"
"We've got twenty sets of iron and twenty of the fuzzy kind," Konan says. "Somehow you two don't strike me as the kind of couple that generally likes fuzzy shit involved in their bedroom activities, so I'm just gonna go out on a limb and say you're probably for the iron."
"Exactly," I say. "Also, condoms?"
"For you or your boyfriend?" asks Konan, smiling pervertedly.
"In terms of who's giving it? Him."
"Yeah, I thought so," she says. "You don't really seem like the guy who'd be giving it in the relationship. We've got ribbed condoms, flavored condoms, glow-in-the-dark condoms, and many more besides." Then she takes a good look at me. "Hey, aren't you the ninth grader from Konoha High who got suspended for three days for doing Single Ladies in a unitard for the talent show?"
"Yeah, that's him, except the he's a senior now," says Naruto from the dressing room. "It's a pity I didn't get to see his performance; I had to be told and then shown the video to get me to believe it afterward."
I blush.
"What was your name again?" she asks, trying to remember. "I know it starts with the character 'Sa'. Something like Satoru or Satoshi…"
"Sasuke," I say. "Uchiha Sasuke."
"Yeah, that's it!" she says, grinning. "That was my favorite moment of the entire talent show! It must have taken a lot of balls for you to get up and do that in front of such a huge crowd."
I blush again.
"See, I told you it was amazing!" yells Naruto.
I ignore him.
"Do you go to our school?" I ask.
"No, but my brother Nagato did," she says. "He was a senior that year. He was part of the rock band that opened up the show at the beginning. That's why I was there."
"Ahh, okay," I say. I have a vague memory of the guy. He had red hair, and these kind of creepy eyes, and I tried to stay out of his way. Then again, when I was a freshman I tried to stay out of the way of all the upperclassmen, unlike the underclassmen now. The annoying little brats seriously need to go die in a hole.
"Ahem…"
At the sound of Naruto's voice right behind me, I jump and spin around, ready to beat the crap out of him for scaring me for the second time in as many hours. As soon as I see him though, I'm incapable of doing anything more than gaping.
Naruto is wearing a leather shirt with a high collar that buckles up the front, leather shorts, and combat boots that go up past his knees. On his left arm is an orange sleeve wrapped around with leather, and wherever there isn't leather on his torso there's fishnet.
I finally gather my scattered thoughts enough to say "Oh my god."
Naruto looks nervous.
"You don't like it?" he asks anxiously.
"No," I say, "I love it! It looks amazing on you!"
Naruto beams.
"Then I'm buying it."
"Good idea, dobe," I say, smirking. "Is there anything else we need to buy for tonight?"
"I dunno…"
"How about this?" I say, taking the leg irons and handcuffs from Konan. His eyes light up.
"Oh hell yes," he smirks.
"I thought so," I say as he goes to change. "What about blindfolds?" I ask Konan.
"Are we talking about lock-and-key blindfolds, or cloth?"
"Just simple cloth," I say.
"Follow me," she says, leading me to an aisle near the front of the shop. "We've also got gags and bits if you're into that."
"I'll keep that in mind. Also, what about lube?"
"Flavored lube? Glow-in-the-dark lube? Latex lube? Water-based lube? Ordinary lube?"
"Oh my god," I say. "There are too many choices. Any water-based glow-in-the-dark flavored lube?"
"Yes, actually," says Konan. "We've got cherry-flavored, banana-flavored, vanilla-flavored, and any other flavor you can think of."
"All right," I say, picking up a tube of glow-in-the-dark unflavored and vanilla-flavored lube. (I hate sweet-flavored anything, especially vanilla, but Naruto loves it, and I'm hoping for some "suck-ish" foreplay tonight before the main attraction, if you get what I'm trying to say.)
"Why glow-in-the-dark lube?" asks Naruto, coming up behind me and putting his arms around my waist.
"I don't know; I just thought it would be interesting," I say, trying not to shudder as he nuzzles the sensitive tattoo on the side of my neck, three black tomoe in the center of a sun.
"That would be interesting," he says. "I've always wanted to have a glowstick attached to my crotch."
I snort and Konan bursts out laughing.
"You're all right, kid," she says, wiping her eyes. "What's your name?"
"I'm Uzumaki Naruto," says Naruto, standing up straight and removing an arm from my waist to shake Konan's hand. "Nice to meet you. Have you finished looking at stuff, Sasuke? The night's getting old."
"It's only 2330," I say, rolling my eyes, but I grab a leather blindfold and take it and everything else up to the cashier. Konan rings it up for us and I pay, trying to ignore Naruto's fingers playing over the back of my neck.
"Well, I'm pleased to meet you two," she grins. "You need anything else, just give us a call." She hands us a business card.
"Thanks, Konan," I say, grinning.
"No problem," she says, grinning back. "You two come back any time!"
"Oh, we will," says Naruto, taking my hand and leading me out.
When we're in the car, he turns to me.
"Do we have everything? Lube, condoms, chains, blindfold, costumes?"
"Oh, did you want the condoms?" I ask.
Naruto looks at me oddly.
"You didn't get condoms?" he asks. "I thought for sure you would."
"Well, I thought about it," I say, "but I decided that it's the first time we're doing this, and I want to feel you come inside of me."
Naruto's jaw drops.
"Oh my god," he says faintly. "That is the dirtiest and most orgasmic thing that I have ever heard coming out of your mouth, Sasuke. And I mean ever."
"Well, don't get used to it," I say, grinning.
"One more question," Naruto says.
"Yeah?"
"You sure you wanna do this?"
I roll my eyes. Naruto's been asking me this question since we started planning this night two months ago.
"Look, Naruto, if I didn't want to do this with you I would have said so before now. After being best friends for years and dating for almost two, I can say without a doubt that there is no one I would rather give my virginity to. And I trust you've washed your junk since you last slept with Haruno Sakura."
Naruto laughs.
"So if I said 'No I haven't' you wouldn't have sex with me?"
"No, I'd still have sex with you," I say, "but I would make you thoroughly disinfected it first and make sure you wore a condom. I don't know what kinds of diseases she has."
"Well, now you're just being mean," he chastises.
"You can't blame me," I huff. "Have you ever noticed that when you talk about her personality you cringe, but that when you talk about your sexual exploits with her you get a dreamy look in your eye?"
Judging from the shocked and mortified look on Naruto's face, he hasn't.
"Oh dear god, I haven't," he says apologetically. "Aisumasen, koishii…"
"It's okay," I say, planting a kiss on his lips. "Just don't talk about your experiences in bed with her, all right? It makes me jealous and nervous."
"As straightforward as ever," Naruto laughs. "All right, from now on I'll limit my talk about Sakura to what a fucking bitch she is."
"That's fine with me."
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Yeah, as you well know if you've read most of my other stories, I do not like Sakura. At all. Of course, I hate Karin even more. Why do I hate them? Well, I've said it before, but in review, they are ugly, they are sluts, they are stalkers, they are Sasuke-chasing freaks, and they give a bad name to women everywhere. And they act so goddamn helpless all the time. They're all like "Enh, I can't do this! I'll let the boys do it for me, and possibly get killed trying, and all I'll do is cheer them on and scream their names when they get hurt, like Bella from Twilight!" (If you can't tell, I hate Twilight too. Bella is a fucking whore, on level with Karin.) Goddamn whores is what y'all are, honey.
And people shouldn't take my author's notes at the end of each chapter so seriously, aside from the reminders to review please. Really, people. We can have disagreements and not yell about it like little kids throwing a temper tantrum. Why do I bring this up? Some girl reviewed this chapter and called me a misogynist for the paragraph up above bitching about Karin and Sakura, apparently not aware that I'm a woman –and a freaking lesbian at that - and I have a vagina, and I freaking love being a woman and I'm a huge feminist -though not to the point where I'm stir-crazy, unlike this apparently poor deluded soul- and therefore I cannot be a misogynist. Plus, I bitch about Sakura and Karin all the time. I love hating them. So next time, let's be civil and review civilly. No nasty flames, and no calling me names without knowing what you're talking about or who you're talking to. Please review! Civilly! Hopefully you understand what the word "civil" means!