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Sky-eyed Kitsune: I know what you all are thinking: "How dare you! How dare you return and post a chapter for this story after we've waited and waited for you!" ….well, that's how I would be anyway. I'm sorry for the hiatus. (Bla bla excuses bla bla explanations bla bla apologies bla bla reasons bla bla bla.) Well I know it won't make up for it but this chapter is extra-long as a treat for you. And…there are (cough cough) lemons. Yes, there is a lemon in this chapter…but a lot of you will hate me after it. (I promise.) I will post the lemon to my livejournal account and give the link in this chapter. (Don't include spaces.)
…..please don't kill me.
WARNING: Lemony fresh.
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Chapter Sixteen: Bottoms Up
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Sasuke drummed his dull fingernails against his kitchen table, sitting in his chair heavily. His eyes were narrowed to Itachi across the table whom was unresponsively eating the dinner Sasuke had made.
As Sasuke implemented more pressure on his fingers and the drumming grew louder, Itachi flicked his eyes up from his plate to his younger brother. He patiently took a sip from his red wine glass and Sasuke bristled a little.
"Itachi," he finally bit out.
"Hn?" Itachi replied, picking through his food with his chopsticks.
"I fed your 'starving body', now tell me why you're here," Sasuke grit between his teeth, shut tighter than a bear trap.
Itachi sighed wearily and took his napkin from his lap, wiping his mouth before placing it on his mostly emptied platter. He leaned his chin on a smooth palm and smirked at his brother across the table.
"Surprisingly good cooking Sasu-chan."
"Itachi…" Sasuke hissed, blood boiling. He had to wake up early the next morning for work and didn't need his nuisance of a brother wasting his time.
"Fine then," Itachi said, placing his hands up in surrender. "I was merely complimenting your culinary skills but judging by your reaction it was unneeded." Itachi interlaced his fingers and rested his chin upon the bridge they made. "I have two very important things to announce. First off, I proposed to Deidara and the marriage ceremony will be held in three months. You are to be my best man."
Sasuke blinked back at Itachi, his expression fading from impatient to vague.
"…really?" he asked carefully, and Itachi nodded.
"Deidara-kun and I have been in a serious relationship for four years now. It would be unfair of me to make him, and myself, wait any longer."
"Oh…alright," Sasuke said, thoroughly surprised.
"Second of a—" Itachi was cut off as his and Sasuke's head whipped around to the opening front door and a pair of footsteps on the carpet.
Sasuke didn't even have a chance to yell at the intruding person before he trailed across the living room to the kitchen. Sasuke grimaced at the familiar face and Itachi simply rolled his eyes up to the ceiling.
Naruto felt strange opening the door to his house for the first time in weeks, but he reasoned that he had tortured Jiraiya long enough; a make-up session was thoroughly needed.
Naruto took in a wisp of the chilly evening air before walking in briskly. The house seemed too empty and quiet for his liking. (Jiraiya at least had the news channel on at this time of night).
Naruto raised an eyebrow when he saw the living room deserted and the television off. He decided to make his way upstairs, hanging his jacket over the railing like he used to.
He padded down the maroon carpeted hallway, pressing an ear to Jiraiya's office door, the faint tapping of fingers against a keyboard echoing from the other side.
Naruto gripped the glossy golden doorknob, and upon seeing his nervousness reflected in it, quickly opened the door. Naruto wanted it to be fast, like ripping off a Band-Aid; the suspense and pain would only last for a few short seconds.
He was right in suspecting so, but the sight of Jiraiya's bent head and unshaven face did all but prick Naruto's heart.
"Dad," Naruto said earnestly, walking forward and placing a hand on Jiraiya's shoulder. Jiraiya looked up, eyes widening when he saw his son.
"You—" Jiraiya started, then cleared his throat and composed himself. "Here for the rest of your things?"
Naruto smirked and bopped Jiraiya across the head. "Ero-senin, don't be such a bastard to your son." Jiraiya's lips twitched into a relieved smile, and he stood, clapping Naruto on the back as he grinned, the years seeming to peel off of him.
"Come, I need to talk to you about something."
Madara smirked at the distasteful grimace Sasuke sent him, and he removed his coat.
"Cousins," he said, placing his coat over a chair inviting himself to the table, sitting by Itachi.
"Madara," Itachi said, nodding, and Sasuke grunted as he glared down at the table.
"It doesn't seem that Sasu-chan is very inviting, ne Itachi-kun?" Sasuke redirected his glare at his cousin, and Itachi ran a tired hand through his hair.
"I didn't even know you were coming here you piece of fu—"
"That, Madara, was impeccable timing on your part," Itachi interrupted Sasuke, much to Madara's amusement. "I was just about to inform Sasuke of your arrival."
"I see," Madara said, fixing a stare on his younger cousin. "Well then I'll explain from here then shall I?" Madara laced his fingers together on the table much like Itachi had done previously. "I'm in town for a shoot and thought, what better place to stay then with my long lost cousin?"
"How about in the gutter downtown?" Sasuke sneered, and Itachi threw him a warning glare.
"Father requested that you allow Madara residence in your home, Sasuke, seeing as you have room," Itachi said.
"Not anymore I don't," Sasuke shot back. "I can't house anyone else."
"Someone else is living here then?" Madara asked, a spark of curiosity lighting up behind his dark coal eyes.
Sasuke glared and Itachi sighed.
"If you don't tell me then I'll have to report to Fugaku-san about the welcome I received here," Madara said, and Sasuke steamed.
"My significant other," he gritted out, and Madara's eyebrows rose before he chuckled silkily in his throat.
"Really? Who knew you had a heart."
"You're one to talk," Sasuke sneered, and Madara held up his hands in admittance.
"So then, who is the lucky, or should I say, unlucky, one? Is it one of those love-struck cronies who followed you around in high school?"
"I'm not required to tell you," Sasuke practically hissed.
"Fair enough," Madara said. "A luxury hotel suite would suit me much better anyways; at least there the staff is more accommoda—"
"Get out!" Sasuke finally shouted.
"This is your fault, y'know that?" Naruto said, lips pressed together smugly as he crossed his legs and leaned back in his chair.
Jiraiya sighed, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees.
"You could've told me Ero-senin," Naruto said, tone becoming quieter.
"I know," Jiraiya admitted after a brief pause. "But I didn't want you to think I was making it all up."
"Yea, it does sound pretty crazy and all." Naruto grinned. "Anko sure is the last person I would have thought to do that." The blond's grin faded as he studied Jiraiya.
Jiraiya lifted his head at Naruto's sudden silence.
"What?"
"Why did you let her come to work for you after all that?"
Jiraiya smirked and leaned back in his seat. "When you turned sixteen I bumped into her again, but this time at the downtown gym. Turns out that she'd hated herself all those years for tricking me like that. She quit her job about two months after the expose on me was published she was so upset. She was working as a private coach at the gym. I offered her to become your personal coach, and the rest is history. She's been nothing short of a excellent friend and employee since then."
Naruto smiled as Jiraiya talked, seeing the nostalgia glisten in his eyes.
"Naruto, I just didn't want you to be in the same position I was," Jiraiya said honestly. "It ended up turning out well for me, but that doesn't mean that it will for you. Just…"
Jiraiya ran a tired hand through his hair before grinning and clapping his son on the shoulder.
"Just be careful, eh?"
Naruto blinked owlishly. "Does this mean you won't attack Sasuke every time you see me with him?"
"Don't push it," Jiraiya deadpanned.
"Mmm Naruto," Sasuke groaned into the blond's mouth, their tongues intertwining as their bare bodies glided against one another in hot friction.
Sasuke moved his hands from Naruto's sides to hover near more intimate areas, and Naruto purred in his throat, licking a hot trail up Sasuke's neck.
Sasuke quivered in excitement, desire pouring into his abdomen and rushing out through his fingertips. He breathed in deeply, savoring the scent of lust that hung about the air.
He would remember this—he knew he always would.
Sasuke lifted himself up, pressing his hands against the bed as he hovered over Naruto.
Naruto smirked and blew at a hanging strand of Sasuke's hair that fell longer than the rest, tickling his nose.
This was his…Sasuke couldn't believe that this…this amazing person had chosen him. Out of every other person in the world it was him.
"Sasuke," Naruto said, breaking the raven from his thoughts. He placed a golden hand on the back of Sasuke's neck, pulling his head down for a bottomless kiss.
"Naruto," Sasuke replied as they parted softly.
"Sasuke…Sasuke…Sasuke!"
Sasuke blinked down at Naruto as he suddenly shouted, gripping him by his shoulders and shaking him.
"Sasuke! Sasuke!"
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"Sasuke!"
Sasuke startled awake, almost falling out of his chair at the kitchen table. Naruto shot out an arm and quickly steadied him by his shoulder.
Sasuke blinked, eyes adjusting to the sudden light, and Naruto came into focus.
"Dobe?" he said, almost unsure.
Naruto bristled a little. "Sasuke-teme! You scared the shit outta me!"
"Wha—" Naruto cut Sasuke off before he could even get a word out.
"I come in and you're splayed across the kitchen table, making weird noises and faces, so I try to wake you up and you almost have this chair episode, and then you call me a dobe! Last time I ever worry about you, you prick."
Sasuke blinked as his mind still hazy with lust slowly registered Naruto's ranting.
"Wake me up…" Sasuke felt two wires connect. "I was sleeping…?" He suddenly glared a little at Naruto. "Why did you wake me up? Idiot!"
"I thought you were having a nightmare or something, ok?" Naruto huffed, throwing his jacket on the table. "I'll stop my attempts to help you, since you're clearly beyond any form of help anyway with the way you've been such an asshole lately."
"Maybe you've just been more of an idiot lately," Sasuke snapped, his mouth running away with him, and he instantly regretted it at the look of hurt on Naruto's face.
"I'm going to the club with Jiraiya to see Genma and Asuma." Naruto murmured, looking away. Sasuke's eyes followed Naruto as he left the kitchen, heading for the door.
Sasuke sighed, letting his head fall back on the kitchen table as the door clicked. His craving for intimacy with Naruto was driving him mad- it seemed like every dream he had involved him and Naruto about to do what Sasuke had wanted them to for the past two weeks.
Let's have some fun this beat is sick, I wanna take a ride on your disco stick.
Naruto raised an eyebrow as he entered the club, and he looked back at Raidou, who grinned and shrugged. Not his particular choice of music, but Naruto knew that whatever had a good beat to dance to was played at the club.
Naruto weaved through the crowd until he reached the private section. Scanning his card he was surprised to find upon the doors opening that it was just as packed in this section as it was in the public one. He supposed he shouldn't be so shocked considering that it was Saturday night.
Naruto looked over to the lounge where Jiraiya was supposed to meet him. Finding it empty Naruto decided to shake off some steam and dance. Sasuke's attitude certainly had him reeling with enough angry energy to set the dance floor ablaze. He took off his formal jacket, revealing a tight black tank top underneath that illuminated his golden skin and outlined his firm physique.
Naruto made his way to the dance floor, throwing himself into the beat of the music and heated swarm of dancing bodies.
I wanna kiss you, but if I do I might miss you babe. It's complicated and stupid, got my ass squeezed by sexy cupid.
He ignored the girls trying to sidle up and dance with him, not even paying attention to them as they practically slid against him. The attention was thoroughly unwanted, but it couldn't be helped, and telling them to leave would only make them cling more. (Naruto had plenty of experience in that field).
A love game, a love game.
As a firm hand pressed against his side he thought nothing of it, continuing to dance to the beat as he pleased. He wouldn't let a bunch of horny women ruin his chance to blow off some of his Sasuke-induced frustration.
But when that hand slid down to grip his bottom, Naruto grew rigid. He spun around, fist poised to knock out the drunk bitch who had even dared to touch his buns, when it froze in midair.
"Ma-Madara?" he said, cursing himself and blushing a little when he stuttered nervously.
"Hello Naruto-kun," Madara replied, and Naruto couldn't help his eyes from roaming over the man in his tight black jeans and blood red top. His hair was sexily messy, indicating previous dancing as it hung free from the usual ponytail Naruto saw it in.
Madara's eyes were practically devouring the blond before him. He smirked a little and Naruto felt his feet grow heavy as if glued to where he stood on the dance floor.
"Enjoying a dance?" the raven asked smoothly, and Naruto cursed when his legs wouldn't budge.
"Y-yea," Naruto said, grinning nervously as he attempted to lift himself from Madara's pinning stare.
"I don't suppose you'd care to join me then?" Madara asked, holding out his hand to Naruto.
Naruto studied the hand, and then looked back up to Madara.
"Purely platonic I assure you Naruto-kun," he chuckled, and Naruto smiled a little.
"I guess so..." he said, reaching out his hand to Madara's inviting one. Naruto didn't know exactly what had happened, but the next moment his legs and body were moving to the beat as if nothing had happened, Madara's hands on his hips behind him as they swayed together.
Naruto blinked owlishly, looking over his shoulder to Madara, who just smiled back in a friendly matter.
"Ok, platonic," Naruto thought to himself. "That means just as friends…maybe Madara is just a touchy-feely guy... like Lee…" Not wanting to embarrass himself further, Naruto decided to keep his thoughts to himself and just focus on the beat.
Hold me and love me, just wanna touch you for a minute. Baby three seconds is enough for my heart to quit it.
Naruto pretended that he didn't even feel Madara's right hand move from his waist and wrap around to explore his chest.
I'm on a mission. And it involves some heavy touchin' yea.
Naruto couldn't help his body from shivering as that wondering hand delved under his tank top and brushed against naked skin. The swaying body behind Naruto pressed against him until they were flush against each other.
Let's play a love game, play a love game do you want love or you want fame are you in the game?
Naruto felt star struck as the strobe lights suddenly blasted on full force, the dancing bodies around him mere flashes of neon colors in start-stop motion. Madara simultaneously reached his free hand up and around to tangle his nimble fingers in Naruto's golden locks. Naruto breathed in the enticing musky scent of Madara's own hair as it fell over his shoulder in a sheet of silky ebony.
I can see you starin' there from across the block with a smile on your mouth and your hand on your—
"Hey," Madara said huskily into Naruto's ear, his lips brushing against the tan shell tantalizingly. "You look a little hot. Why don't you let me buy you a cold drink?"
Naruto could all but nod at the invitation. It seemed not a moment later when Madara returned with a drink in hand.
Naruto took it gratefully and knocked it back without hesitation. He scrunched his face at the sudden bitterness on his tongue.
"Wh-what is this?" Naruto practically croaked, looking into his half-empty glass for an answer.
"Iced tea," Madara replied, and Naruto rose an eyebrow.
Naruto wasn't exactly the Einstein of the drinking world, so he was naturally confused as to why iced tea would taste so bitter. He was tempted to ask if there was any alcohol in the drink, but he didn't want to sound stupid; it was iced tea!
"Oh…thanks," Naruto said, handing the glass back to Madara.
"Shall we dance some more?" Madara said, setting his glass on a nearby table and offering a hand once more to Naruto.
"Um ok…"
Late into the night Naruto felt on a high. His head was spinning, his feet were light, and his senses were burning.
How many iced teas had he drunk? He had lost count somewhere along the line…
He couldn't remember when he and Madara had exactly begun dancing, but he knew that they had been doing it for a while.
"I'm going to the bathroom, Naruto," Madara said, and Naruto wobbled a little as he let go of him.
"Ahhhgh!" Naruto whined, clinging to Madara's shirt. "No! If you leave then imma' lone!" Naruto groaned, leaning against Madara. "Don't leave me, 'kay?"
"I'll be back before you know it," Madara said, leading Naruto away from the dance floor and over to a couch on the sidelines.
Naruto scoffed loudly as if it was the most horrible thing in the universe. "'Kay."
Madara smiled a little to himself as he grabbed his bag from the lockers by the club entrance before entering the bathroom and unlocking a stall.
Things were going better than he could have imagined. He was worried to begin with that the email sent from "Jiraiya" to Naruto earlier in the day hadn't reached him, but to his enjoyment Naruto had strode in through the front doors right on time.
Madara undressed as he pulled a shirt and pair of pants that he had just so happened to borrow from Sasuke while he was staying at his apartment out of the bag, pulling the black shirt over his head quickly; he didn't want to keep Naruto waiting.
He stuffed his old clothes back into the bag before exiting the stall.
He stopped and looked at his reflection.
Madara turned on the faucet in front of him, wetting his hands and using them to spike the end of his hair a little. He knew he wouldn't need to master his cousin's full duck-ass technique; a little water would due for the night.
Madara deposited his bag in one of the lockers once more before heading back to the dance floor.
Naruto crossed his legs and rested his chin on his open palm as he waited for Madara to come back.
Naruto wasn't sure when he had started loosening up and having some fun, but hell was he! He felt as though before this night he had never truly smelled, tasted, or touched before in his life.
Every pore in his body was absolutely open, and every sound and feeling in the room radiated off of the glow his insides produced.
Naruto almost jumped to his feet as he saw Madara weave through the crowd towards him.
As he came closer Naruto scrunched his eyebrows.
"Sasuke…?" As he continued to near Naruto rubbed the heel of his palm against his eyes, clearing away the fuzz in his vision.
"Sasuke!" Naruto grinned as the image before him finally become clear. He ecstatically threw himself at the Uchiha, hugging him tightly.
"Hey Naruto," "Sasuke" said, his voice dripping with sex, and Naruto shivered.
"You dun bein' a asshole?" Naruto pouted a little, and Sasuke smirked, exuding arousal from every fiber of his being.
"I showed up here, didn't I?" Naruto smiled hugely and shook his head rapidly.
"Ah…" he stopped shaking, holding a hand to his head. "Ow…I made myself dizzy."
"I have some aspirin in the car," Sasuke said, and Naruto smiled, this time a little smaller. He leaned forward, resting his weight against the raven as his legs were suddenly drained of life. He sighed deeply.
"Naruto?" Sasuke prodded, and Naruto nuzzled his head against his neck.
"I'm glad you came, teme." Sasuke smirked.
"Let's go."
Naruto didn't recall getting in any car or driving to a destination, but suddenly he and Sasuke were in bed, mouths firmly glued together and eager hands roaming in a fevered frenzy.
"S'uke," Naruto gasped, his lips leaving the ones above him with a smacking sound as a hand gripped his arousal through his jeans.
He heard a chuckle and looked up at his lover with foggy, glazed eyes. He felt so tired, as if he would nod off at any second, but Sasuke's touches were fire on his body and his eyes were alight in the darkness of the room.
"I'm not sure I've made love to someone so beautiful before," Sasuke said, his hair damp falling around his face from the heat between them.
"Shuddup up teme," Naruto murmured, looking away. He shifted a little. "Ne, Sasuke…how many were there before me?"
"How many what?" Sasuke said, running his fingers along the rim of Naruto's boxers, his shirt and pants already gone.
"You know wha' mm talkin' bout!" Naruto snapped his eyes back to the Uchiha.
"You mean partners?" he said, cocking an eyebrow, and Naruto nodded sheepishly. Sasuke hummed in thought.
"I've had my share. If you're thinking that I lack experience then let me just say now…" He leaned his face his close until his lips barely brushed the blond's. "I'll have you screaming my name by the end of the night."
"Pfft," Naruto threw his head to the side and scoffed though he felt his arousal throb painfully against the Uchiha's hand. "If that's a challenge then I accept, ya teme." With that Naruto viciously pulled down his lover by the neck and engulfed the pale porcelain lips that had been teasing him for weeks.
LEMON HERE: : / / kitsunefictions . livejournal 924 . (no spaces)- OR refer to profile page under "lemons".
"Sasu," Naruto whispered.
"Hm?" Madara said, stroking a hand through the silky buttermilk locks, his high of pleasure overlooking the name.
"He-heavy…" Naruto murmured sheepishly, and Madara chuckled, getting up and walking to the bathroom, returning with a towel.
He wiped the mess off of himself, not bothering with Naruto. He wanted the blond to stay dirty, to know just who was on his stomach, to wake up and know who had been pounding into him the night before. To have physical evidence.
He paused as a gentle hand suddenly cupped his cheek, and his eyes locked with the Naruto's. Sapphire orbs shimmered back in the dark, overflowing with complete bliss and adoration.
The blond's hand dropped as he abruptly fell asleep.
Madara threw aside the towel with a sigh, slipping in beside Naruto, who instinctively clinged to him.
He buried his nose in the sweet smelling golden locks, closing his eyes.
That stare wasn't because of him. It wasn't for him.
It was for Sasuke.
Madara clutched Naruto closely against him, entwining their legs. His cousin was one lucky bastard…
A grin suddenly erupted over Madara's face.
No, he was one lucky bastard now.
Ah, how many of you saw it coming? …how many of you want to kill me now? 'Kay, I'm gonna go into my prepared bomb shelter…
Sky-eyed Kitsune