Chapter 3: Love Conquers All, Especially Rough
Naruto POV
At midnight we check into the Konoha Lodge, a small establishment that has guest houses as well as rooms. The rooms are 40000 a night. The guest houses are 70000. Of course, with what we're planning to do we're going to need a guest house. We go to the main office and sign in and pay upfront with my credit card. We are given a key to Guest House 4 and shown where it is. After that, we're on our own.
"I don't like the idea of being in this house," says Sasuke nervously as we open the door.
"I never knew you were superstitious," I tease him as I grab the small suitcase packed with our change of clothes and our hygiene products from the trunk and carry it in.
"I'm not, dobe," he huffs irritably, setting down the bag of merchandise that we got from the sex shop and going to the closet and getting down one of the bedrolls. "I just know what my instincts are telling me."
"Yeah? Well, my instincts are telling me that I can't wait to fuck you until you can't remember your own name."
"Mm, I'd like that," Sasuke purrs sexily, walking over to me and putting his slender arms around my neck. I pull him closer and kiss him with all the quiet tender passion I can muster. He's so goddamn gorgeous I don't know how we've survived this long as a couple without me getting slapped with at least one rape charge. I run my tongue slowly over his lower lip, tasting the cherry lip gloss, asking for entrance, and he opens up and takes me in. I taste raspberry and mint, and I involuntarily moan into the kiss.
Finally he gently pushes me away.
"What about the plan?"
"Tcheh," I say, "fuck the plan. As soon as we lie out the bedroll I want to fuck you like there's no tomorrow, costumes be damned. Although," I add, "the collar, the blindfold, and the shackles will come in handy. And we definitely need the lube."
"So I just spent almost 10000 on costumes that we're not wearing?" Sasuke says, looking miffed.
"I never implied we weren't wearing them," I respond, planting a kiss on his forehead, "I just implied that we're not wearing them tonight."
He sighs.
"That is the last time I ever buy a bondage costume."
So while my boyfriend sets out the bedroll, I grab all of the materials we need and set them beside it: the unflavored and vanilla-flavored glow-in-the-dark lube, the handcuffs and leg irons, the blindfold, the collar, and my iPod and speakers. I set up the iPod and speakers and turn on the music I usually listen to while masturbating or fucking someone. Ich tu dir Weh blares out of the speakers, and I sigh in contentment.
Nur für mich bist du am leben
Ich steck dir orden ins gesicht
Du bist mir ganz und gar ergeben
Du liebst mich denn ich lieb dich nicht
"Are you ready?" I smirk as I turn off the lights. I go over to Sasuke and put my arms around his waist, pushing up the hem of his shirt a little. "This is your absolute last chance to back out. You do realize that one of my objectives tonight involves the act of carving my name into your stomach with my pocket knife and that you agreed to it in advance?"
"I don't care what you do to me, because as of tonight my entire body belongs to you, just as your body belongs to me," he says as he lifts the hem of my shirt and raises it up to get at my chest, brushing his hands along my scarred, toned abs and my chest as he does. I shudder and let out a groan as long pale fingers rub and pinch my nipples. "Do you understand, dobe? I am yours, in body, mind, and soul, and I am only yours." He punctuates every few words by kissing my bare chest.
"Oh my god, Sasuke- Nh!" I gasp as he bites one of my nipples, enough that it's a little painful. "H-hey…"
"I thought you liked it rough," he smirks.
I do, I do, oh my god, I fucking do! Pushing his shirt all the way over his head, I push him onto his ass and get on all fours, still kissing him and touching his body as I relieve him of his socks, then his pants, and finally the cute lacy women's underwear. (He says it's comfortable, but I don't know, and I don't think I want to experiment and find out.) All the while these short, high-pitched, breathy little moans are coming from his mouth, and the sound of it makes my pants uncomfortably tight.
"My god, temee," I whisper as I break our kiss to trail butterfly kisses down his jawbone to his throat, where I commence biting the porcelain skin and suckling it, leaving red marks and bruises. "You have no idea what you're doing to me."
"Ha-aah!" Sasuke tries to laugh, but I clamp down gently on his neck, making it difficult for any sound to come out other than the incoherent groaning and mewling that's driving me crazy with lust.
Du blutest für mein seelenheil
Ein kleiner schnitt und du wirst geil
Der körper schon total entstellt
Egal erlaubt ist was gefällt
Ich tu dir weh
Tut mir nicht leid
Das tut dir gut
Hör wie es schreit
"I can't wait to make you scream my name," I smirk, reaching for the shackles and binding my boyfriend's wrists together. "After tonight, everyone will know that you're mine." I attach the collar and give the accompanying leash a little yank. Sasuke's breath catches in his throat. "There will be no uncertainty, is that understood?"
"W-wakarimashite, Naruto-sama," he gasps.
"Good," I smirk, bringing out my pocket knife and flicking it open. I suckle his bottom lip, and he once again grants me entry as I press the cold blade to china white skin.
Now normally I'd feel horrible bringing all of my sadomasochistic tendencies to bear on any of my sexual partners, but in case you haven't noticed before, Sasuke is also a sadomasochist. Like me, he gets off on hurting and being hurt, though more often than not it's me doing the actual hurting. So I decide to ignore the delicious little whimpers of pain being emitted into my mouth and the nails digging into my shoulders for now as I slowly and carefully carve "Naruto's property" into firm, pale abdominal muscles.
When I'm done the bedroll is bloodstained and Sasuke is panting heavily. Those entrancing dark blue eyes that show so much emotion are half lidded and clouded over with pain and lust, and his body shines with sweat and blood in the moonlight streaming in through the window. I would apologize for hurting him so badly, but doing so would kill the mood, and I'm overcome with the need to feel him around me, to feel myself inside of him.
Bei dir habe ich die wahl der qual
Stacheldraht im harnkanal
Leg dein fleisch in salz und eiter
Erst stirbst du doch dann lebst du weiter
"Well, I think that's my best work so far," I say, sitting back to admire the oozing cuts.
"Admire it later," snaps Sasuke. "Right now, you are making good on your promise to fuck me into next week." As an emphasis he reaches up, chains rattling, and yanks my hair, hard, pulling out some. I wince but smirk.
"My, my, such a demanding uke," I grin sadistically. "Those weren't my exact words, but you've got the gist."
"Good, I was beginning to think they were empty promises-unh!" he gasps as I attach the leg irons to the bedside table and set about licking the already drying blood off of his abdomen.
When I'm done, I pull down my pants and boxers and slather my dick in the unflavored lube, ignoring the cold sensation of the glowing liquid running down my member, and position myself so that I'm at eye level with my boyfriend's raging erection and vice versa, in the classic sixty-nine position. Slowly I rub his penis with the vanilla-flavored lube, relishing his moans, and then lower myself until my breath flutters over the sensitive, glowing member. I give it a teasing lick, and then immerse it in my mouth, taking Sasuke in all the way up to the hilt, deep-throating him until he can barely keep up the rhythm of his warm mouth on my own penis.
When he comes, it shoots into my mouth in a spurt of vanilla flavoring and cum. His body shudders uncontrollably for a bit as he rides the wave of his orgasm, his length still immersed in my mouth. I am brought to my own orgasm soon after, panting his name in muffled gasps.
Bisse tritte harte schläge
Nadeln zangen stumpfe säge
Wünsch dir was ich sag nicht nein
Und führ dir nagetiere ein
Ich tu dir weh
Tut mir nicht leid
Das tut dir gut
Hör wie es schreit
Of course, if that were it that would make for a boring retelling later wouldn't it?
When I've regained enough composure to stand, I grab the blindfold and cover Sasuke's eyes. I want him to feel rather than see this next part, because trust me, the feeling of being fucked is so much better that way. I wouldn't know personally, only ever having been the one doing the fucking, but Sakura always told me that she felt it more intensely when I covered her eyes before I fucked her, so it's worth a try.
Unhooking the leg irons from the table, I put Sasuke's arms around my neck and carry him into the bathroom and into the shower, his legs around my waist. There, I rebind him so that his legs stay around my waist and put a little studded leather sleeve that I brought with me over my dick that still leaves the head uncovered. He feels me doing this and gets agitated.
"You're not putting on a condom are you?" he asks.
"Nope," I say, "but it will feel pretty good, or so I've been told. Of course, you're still a virgin for the moment, so it might be different for you."
Sasuke takes his arms from around my neck with some difficulty and feels my erect penis, which is covered with the little dulled spikes. Before he has a chance to react to the little studs, I put his arms back around my neck.
"You wanted to be taken fast and hard, right?" I say, biting one nipple and massaging the other.
He moans and nods.
"Is this fast and hard enough for you, you masochistic little whore?" I ask, and without waiting for an answer I force myself into his tight entrance all at once.
Ich tu dir weh
Tut mir nicht leid
Das tut dir gut
Hör wie es schreit
The scream that accompanies it is so loud and so agonized that I jump and almost lose my erection, scared of breaking the delicate porcelain body sandwiched between me and the shower wall. I wince as Sasuke's fingernails dig into my back. If my shirt weren't still on he would probably have drawn blood; his nails are sharp.
"Oh my god, are you all right?" I say with trepidation.
"I'm fine!" my boyfriend hisses. "Just move already!"
"I knew I should have prepared you first," I mutter, but I pull part of the way out and then slam back in, filling Sasuke with my length again and again. I push deeper and deeper inside of him, spearing him, no, impaling him repeatedly on my dick as he cries out, alternately begging me to go harder and praying to the kami for the pain to stop.
"N-Naruto…!" he cries, his thighs tightening around my waist, his nails mauling my back. I respond by going deeper, until I hit his prostate. He shudders and screams, in pain as much as in pleasure, as I pound him into the shower wall.
Finally he orgasms again, his seed spilling over both of our chests, but I'm left with a hard dick, so I try something new. Unbinding his legs, I set him on his feet. He almost falls over, but I press him against the wall, clamping my teeth down on his neck hard enough to draw blood, and fuck him that way too, until I come twice more within ten seconds, the semen filling him to the brink and seeping out around my penis.
Du bist das schiff ich der kapitän
Wohin soll denn die reise gehen
Ich seh im spiegel dein gesicht
Du liebst mich denn ich lieb dich nicht
Ich tu dir weh
Tut mir nicht leid
Das tut dir gut
Hör wie es schreit
"N-N-Naruto…" Sasuke moans as I pull out. "K-kami, Naruto…"
"Do you want to go for it one last time before we both pass out?" I ask.
"Y-you still w-w-want more…?" he pants.
"Only if you can take more," I say, biting his ear and picking him up again, taking him back to the bedroom.
"I-I'll try," he gasps.
"Okay," I say, forcing my boyfriend down onto all fours. Leaning over him, I bite his ear. At the same time I grab the leash on his collar and yank it. He coughs a little.
Ich tu dir weh
Tut mir nicht leid
Das tut dir gut
Hör wie es schreit
Bending over him, I once again line myself up with his entrance and push myself in, doing it agonizingly slowly, relishing every gasp, every moan, every mewl of discomfort that comes from his mouth. And since I'm not directly behind him, it's going in at a diagonal, something guaranteed to bring a fair amount of agony. I try to position myself so that it goes in straight, but there's only so much adjusting I can do before he's gasping at me to get on with it, the pain is too much for me to just be there wiggling aimlessly around inside of him. I guess even Sasuke has limits as to how much pain he can stand.
Ich tu dir weh
Tut mir nicht leid
Das tut dir gut
Hör wie es schreit
When I'm all the way back inside, I grab his length and start to fist it. At the same time I begin a slow and steady rhythm, pulling out almost all the way so the studs are out, then pushing myself back in quickly. Within minutes I've worked myself back up to a fast pace, and Sasuke is seemingly unable to catch his breath as I fuck him harder and harder, stopping just short of his prostate until the very end. Then with one well-placed thrust, I make him come immediately, and then I come inside of him again. My semen drips from his already filled hole as I pull out for the final time tonight. Unchaining him and taking the blindfold and collar off, I turn off the iPod and fall onto the bedroll beside him.
"Well, how was it?" I ask, a little scared of his reaction.
"Well, you made good on your promise," he says, out of breath, as he rolls over to face me and winces. "I doubt I'll be able to walk to my room tomorrow, let alone get to your car in the morning. And the cuts on my stomach are never coming off, that's for sure. If Mom sees them she'll have a cow."
"When would she see your stomach?" I ask.
"It could happen inadvertently," says Sasuke, rolling his eyes.
"Yeah, okay," I say skeptically.
"On the whole, though," he continues, "losing one's virginity has never in the history of humankind been as deliriously painful and delicious as it was with you and me tonight."
I laugh and pull him to me, smelling raspberries, mint, cum, and sweat. He hisses as I gently brush my fingers against his abdomen, feeling the two words etched into the pale skin, and I feel a little worried.
"I'll get bandages," I say, standing up.
"You don't have to," he protests, but I've already gotten the sterile white rolls. He hisses again as I begin to wrap them around his stomach, covering the wounds carefully.
When I'm done I flop onto the bedroll again and pull Sasuke to me, kissing him gently and passionately.
"You're always gorgeous," I whisper in his ear, "but tonight you look absolutely stunning. I think I even detect a little glow. And it's not because of the moon. Or the lube."
He laughs a little.
"You say such embarrassing things, Naruto," he says.
"How can they be embarrassing if they're true?" I counter.
Sasuke blushes profusely but smiles.
"You're embarrassing, but I love you in spite of it," he murmurs, leaning forward and kissing me, nibbling my bottom lip. "Maybe even because of it."
I laugh into the kiss.
"I love you too," I say. "No matter what, I love you, Sasuke. We've been friends for years, and we've been dating for two, and I can't think of anyone else in the world that could ever replace you, which is why I bought this."
Rummaging in the pocket of my discarded jeans, I pull out a small box and kneel in front of my boyfriend. His eyes widen.
"Is that…?" he says, the beginnings of tears gathering in the corners of his eyes.
I open the box, revealing a gold band with one small inlaid diamond sparkling in the center.
"Uchiha Sasuke, will you do me the honor of marrying me?"
Sasuke starts to cry.
"Oh my god!" he gasps, hands over his mouth. "Oh my god…"
I wait nervously for him to calm down a little. When he finally does, there's dead silence, and then…
"Of course I'll marry you, Uzumaki Naruto," he whispers, smiling. The moon shines in through the window, illuminating his features in an eerily beautiful manner. One could almost mistake him for someone from another world, a world that only makes people as flawlessly gorgeous as this.
I laugh happily as I slip the band onto his left hand, and I kiss him.
"We'll do it after college, okay?" I murmur.
"It's a date," he says, grinning.
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Sasuke POV
I don't think I've ever been as happy as I am now as we pack up the next morning and head back into Konoha proper. The time I got that Barbie convertible for my eighth birthday, the time I won the school talent show, even though I got suspended and then grounded, even the first time Naruto kissed me… All of these things pale in comparison to the fact that Naruto and I are now engaged and will be married after college. Even the throbbing pain in my ass and the sharper pain on my stomach dulls when I think that he asked me to marry him.
"So have you gotten any college acceptance letters yet?" Naruto asks.
"Yeah," I say. "Can you believe I'm going to be going to Oxford University in London? I'm hoping to major in forensic psychology"
"I can believe it," Naruto says, grinning. "After all, you're at the top of our class. I think you could get in anywhere in the world without even trying."
I laugh.
"I wish it were that easy," I say. "Where are you going to school?"
Naruto frowns.
"I applied to Tokyo University, New York University, Cambridge University, and Princeton University, but I haven't gotten anything yet. Honestly, I'm now hoping I get into Cambridge."
"I'm hoping you get into Cambridge too," I say. "I don't want to be halfway around the world from you."
"Well, we could always get webcams and Skype each other when possible if that happens," Naruto says, though he doesn't look happy about the thought.
"We could, but then we couldn't have regular make-out sessions anymore," I say, pouting a little. "Our relationship would be relegated to the back burner for four years while we study and try to get our respective degrees."
"Tcheh," he says, kissing me as he pulls up in front of my house. "As far as I'm concerned, you mean more to me than anything else. If you're in trouble, I will drop whatever I'm doing to come help you out."
"That's what I'm worried about," I mutter as we get out and walk up to the house. Or more, he walks, and I limp. It's amazing how I'm even managing to walk, considering how hard I got fucked into the shower wall by Naruto last night. "If you haven't graduated by the time I have, then we'll postpone the wedding until you've graduated too."
"Dammit, I knew there was a catch somewhere in you agreeing to marry me," Naruto teases as he rings the doorbell. It's snowing lightly out, but all signs point to what will likely be a blizzard in the next hour or so.
After a few moments the door opens to reveal Fugaku. He looks drunk off his ass and his eyes narrow angrily when he sees the two of us.
"Where have you been?" he growls at me angrily.
"Celebrating Valentine's Day with Naruto," I say evenly. "You know that. Where are Mom and Nii-san?"
"Itachi's upstairs. Your mother's in the kitchen," says Fugaku. "She and I want to talk to you."
Naruto squeezes my hand, and I squeeze back.
"Please don't leave," I murmur quietly to him.
"I'm not," he whispers in my ear. "Something doesn't sit right with me."
Hand in hand, we walk into the kitchen.
Mom is slumped over the table, looking like she's run a marathon. When she sees us, she tries to smile, but her heart's not in it, I can tell.
"Mom, what's wrong?" I say. "What's going on?"
"You are not allowed to go back to Konoha High School," says Fugaku from behind us. "We are pulling you out and sending you to a Christian school on Okinawa. Maybe this will cure you."
My stomach grows cold.
"Mom, is this true?" I ask.
"I'm sorry, honey," she says, looking into mine and Naruto's eyes, begging our forgiveness. "I tried to talk him out of it, but his mind was made up. He had everything set up by the time he told me."
"We don't blame you, Mikoto-san," says Naruto, turning his head and glaring at Fugaku.
"The plane is tomorrow at ten," Fugaku says. "Your friend will not be there to see you off." He directs his last comment at Naruto, who growls at him.
The cold in my stomach coalesces into icy rage.
"Naruto is not my friend," I say to Fugaku, my voice shaking passionately. "He is my boyfriend and my fiancé." I hold up my left hand so that Fugaku and Mom can both see the ring at the base of my finger. "We're getting married when we finally graduate from college."
It gives me a grim pleasure to see Fugaku turn purple with rage.
"You!" he growls dangerously at me and Naruto. "You dare to go behind my back and get engaged without my permission? I refuse to acknowledge your 'engagement' as legitimate! If you are to get engaged it will be to a woman, not this… this Sodomite!"
Naruto snarls angrily. I take hold of his hand again, squeezing it in what is meant to be both a comforting manner and a warning.
"It's the twenty-first century, Fugaku," I say coldly. "And Japan acknowledges gay marriage if the ceremony is performed in another country. I don't need your permission to get engaged or get married to Naruto. I refuse to be shipped off to some Christian academy or forced into marrying some girl just because you're embarrassed to have a gay son. And I do not need to be cured."
If possible, Fugaku turns even purpler and storms out of the room. Mom looks at us, shocked.
"Did you propose last night?" she asks Naruto.
"Yeah," he says. "After some long, hard, rough s-mph!" he gasps as I put my handover his mouth.
"You really need to censor yourself in what you say to my mom, Naruto," I say irritably.
Mom gets a sly look on her face.
"Oh, so last night was just to butter him up so you could get him to say yes, wasn't it, Naruto-kun?" she says, giggling.
"Mom!" I say, feeling my cheeks heating up.
Naruto looks taken aback, but manages to shrug nonchalantly.
"Well, that did factor into it a little," he says, blushing.
Mom giggles and waves me over.
"What?" I ask, staying where I am.
Mom sighs in exasperation.
"Just come over here and show me the ring!"
"If you say so, Mom," I grin, walking over.
There's a sharp pain in my right side, and then pain flares up in my chest and my left arm as well. Confused, I look down, and see blood blossoming across the side and sleeve of my white shirt. I turn around and there's Fugaku in the kitchen doorway, a gun in his hands, and a crazy gleam in his eyes.
"'If there is a man who lies with a male as those who lie with a woman, both of them have committed a detestable act; they shall surely be put to death. Their bloodguiltiness is upon them.' Leviticus chapter twenty, verse thirteen," he quotes, bringing out his pocket Bible. There are tears in his eyes. "You left me no choice, Sasuke. I tried to show you that you were sinning in the eyes of God, and you refused to see."
Events seem to be unfolding in slow motion, and they seem to be happening in a tank full of water that muffles all sound. There's another shot, and I feel another brief pain as another bullet lodges itself in my body and then no pain, no tingling, nothing. My legs fail, and I begin to fall back, unable to stand. Naruto catches me and lowers me gently to the ground, but it doesn't matter; even with the likely partial paralysis everything else hurts more than anything I've ever experienced before. I cough violently, and I can taste the blood on my tongue, feel it seeping from the corners of my mouth. This is very bad; one of the bullets must have punctured a lung.
I hear Mom screaming, see Naruto jerk twice, and his eyes widen in shock and then close as he grimaces in pain. Blood seeps from the corner of his mouth, probably because he's biting his lip so hard to keep from giving voice to the pain evident on his face. I reach up a shaking hand and rest it against my boyfriend's cheek, trying to comfort him and ease his pain, and he looks at me with sky blue eyes that reflect pain, sadness, and anger. He turns his head and gently kisses the palm of my hand, trying to smile but managing only a grimace.
In the background I hear scuffling, and then a thud and a door slamming and locking, and Itachi's panicked voice as he calls the police, an ambulance, and Naruto's family. Naruto, unable to hold himself up anymore, falls to the ground with me still in his arms. Mom appears, kneeling on the floor by us, crying and saying my name over and over, begging me to stay with her, to hold on, help will be here soon.
The faint sound of sirens is getting louder with every wail until they're right outside the door. Itachi lets them in, and they swarm around me and Naruto. They try to hoist us onto separate gurneys, but I put my good arm around Naruto, and he holds me closer, refusing to let go of me. I know it's against standard procedure, but I don't care, and I'm sure Naruto doesn't either. If we die, we die together.
Since they can't waste the valuable time it would take to separate us, they do preliminary first aid and let us share a gurney. They stick us with IV drips and blood transfusion bags and put oxygen masks over our faces.
"Naruto…" I whisper, "I'm scared…"
"So am I… Sasuke," he says, brushing my hair out of my face. "But we still… have each other."
We are bought outside and loaded into the ambulance, and I feel myself drifting off. Terrified that I might never wake up, I grope for Naruto's hand, and he takes mine and gives it a little squeeze.
"We'll… wake up… koishii," he says, to reassure himself as much as to reassure me.
I smile as they start up the engine and my mom and Naruto's mom climb in. Then the darkness that I've been holding at bay for maybe half an hour finally overcomes me.
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So the song in the middle of the story is my favorite Rammstein song, Ich tu dir Weh, or "I hurt you." It's about a sadomasochistic relationship, seemingly homosexual in nature ("Stacheldraht im harnkanal" is "barbed wire in the urethra," and since the entire song is about the lead singer -Till Lindemann- doing things to another person, it's a good bet he's not talking about himself in this line), and so for this chapter I thought it would be fitting.
So, you're probably wondering, "Sasaki, how can you be so unforgiving and cruel to your fellow humans?" The answer is, because I'm a sick and depraved human being with a sadomasochistic streak a mile wide. 'Nuff said.