Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Drop the Bass; Cut the Midrange ❯ Part 2 ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Authors Notes:

Yay! This one is fairly 3 times as long as the last one! I had to dig this one out of Karl, and he said he had rushed with the ending. I’m the only one who has this copy, and I’ve decided to share it with all yous.

If you get confused, read the first chapter over again (or just read it, if you’ve skipped to this one).

Again… enjoy. <3

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In the past few months, everything had gone wrong for some people. In the case of Shijuutan Hidoku, rumors were spreading about the once-thought unemotional genin after his latest ‘escapade’ with another genin–another male genin, as it was. Hidoku, however, paid little attention to rumors and gave them little care, for the simple fact that he was secure in his belief that his little moment with Emuri had been a total aberration from his standard life. Even though the strange glances he received annoyed him to no end, he reacted with his usual disinterest.

Things hadn’t been quite so relatively normal in the case of Yukata Emuri. His relationship with Temari had gone sour, to say the least. His ‘infidelity,’ as it was cursed, had essentially destroyed his reputation, despite that he had been the one receiving as opposed to Hidoku’s giving. While no break-up had officially occurred between the two, it was starting to look like what had once been hailed as a cute couple was falling apart beyond belief. Emuri, to say the least, was crushed, and slightly annoyed at himself for having provoked Hidoku into performing unspeakable acts with him.

But at the moment, neither of those two are the subjects of this story.

Temari, the princess of the Sand, paced back and forth in her room, as she had done so for goodness knew how many days now. Her father and mentally stable brother had expressed growing concern about her, and were slightly disturbed by the rumors now flying around town. To put things bluntly, she was frustrated. Kankuro had been joking that she was “merely PMSing,” for which Temari had promptly decked the sarcastic sibling with a brutal fist to the jaw.

What frustrated her was, partly, that her boyfriend had gone off and done it with another guy.

What frustrated her also was the fact that she’d seen it.

But what frustrated the most was the fact that she’d found it really, really hot. As perverse as it was in her mind, there was something about two rather sexy guys screwing each other silly that Temari really enjoyed watching. Even the thought of it slightly turned her on. Well, not slightly. Significantly would have been more accurate. So significantly that it had kept her up for several nights replaying the whole encounter in her mind would probably have been most accurate.

And darnit, she wanted to see it again.

She had schemed, plotted, calculated every variable to the point that nothing seemed to be able to go wrong. The plan was settled in the evil little brain of hers. She would set the two up with a room for the night. A few well placed hints, and everything would fall together. The difficulty, she knew, would be setting the two up. The first thing she'd have to deal with was getting Emuri to play according to plan, which actually wouldn't be all that hard. The second thing would be getting Hidoku into the room, which would, of course, be hell. She doubted that, given the way he'd virtually gone into hiding since that fateful morning, he would want to have anything whatsoever to do with Emuri, much less spend the night with the other guy.

It came to be that Thursday that the setup was on. It was all perfect in her scheming brain. Two guys wouldn't have anything to do on a Friday night, or so she expected.

Alright, she thought. Do the easy stuff first.

And so, Temari went off in search of her first target. Emuri. The difficulty, she knew, would not be in finding him; rather, it would be ensuring that he did not frantically try to avoid her. She certainly expected that to be the case. And that meant she'd have to disguise herself and stalk him, as horrible as the thought was in her mind. She wasn't exactly the most flamboyant of people, and her wardrobe was not so much fancy as functional. The truth was that that she would be identifiable from a mile away in most circumstances.

So, to track down and ultimately corner Emuri, Temari had done the unthinkable and put on a 'cuute' (snide Kankuro again) dress with a rather immodest cut--this was planning ahead, again, as she'd heard of Hidoku's notorious lack of ability to resist seduction, and, if forced, she considered that as a potential bartering point to get him alone with Emuri--and actually not tied her hair. It wasn't much of a disguise, but with but a cursory glance, it would work. One of her own maids had failed to recognize her that morning.

However, it had all been for naught. Quite literally, she crashed into him while roaming the streets of Suna. This was a convenience for her. Now, he couldn't escape without looking really stupid as opposed to just avoiding her all day. She cackled maliciously in her mind. On the outside, however, the facade was a nice one.

"Emuri-kun," she sighed, adding a touch of wistfulness to her voice, trying to play her 'yeah-I'm-your-old-friend-and-don't-care-that-you-did-another-boy-so-just-l isten-to-me' card to its fullest effect. "I need to talk to you."

"Oh, no," he groaned depressedly in response. "This isn't about Hidoku, is it?"

"Well," she replied, noting they were still just standing in the street. "Yeah, and no. Um, I just wanted to say, um, I'm really not all that mad about it."

Temari's irritation was building. She had rehearsed the sequence of lies a few thousand times in her head, and now her execution was fumbling. This sucked to a degree that suckiness would not adequately explain.

"And," she continued. "I kind of wanted to invite you over...I've specially set up a room--"

With a somewhat small double bed, and some wine, and some food, and some rope, and some bath products, and let's not forget all the hidden viewports for me...

"--in the mansion. I...kind of miss you, Emuri."

Emuri, all of a sudden, appeared to light up. This was his chance, he thought, to prove to his beloved that he wasn't some sort of unfaithful (and other-guy-loving) person. Finally, he was getting a shot at his redemption. It was almost too good to be true. Almost. Slightly wicked thoughts were progressing through his mind as to Temari's motives--after all, she had just invited him to spend some time together in a specially prepared room with, he presumed, no one else. Now it was his turn to cackle within his mind before mentally slapping himself for thinking such ecchi thoughts.

"Uh, okay, um, let's go!" he said, with a mix of jubilation and confusion at the suddenness of it all.

"Oh," Temari said, "Not today. Tomorrow night, 'cause I'm kind of busy today, m'kay, Emuri-kun? Be there at five-thirty."

"Uh, sure!" he replied, grinning widely. Night! She said NIGHT!

"And you can spend the night, too, if you want," she concluded, knowing full well that would seal the deal in the poor boy's impressionable mind. She didn't feel too much guilt for it. After all, if he hadn't looked so goddamn sexy getting laid by Hidoku, she wouldn't have been trying this. So, somehow, it was his fault.

And with that, the two departed.

Stage two comes now, the princess thought. This is going to be hard.

Finding Hidoku was even easier than finding Emuri, it had to be said. It was known that he frequented a coffee shop on the east side of downtown Suna, and being the middle of afternoon, it stood to reason that he'd be there. And there he was. Sitting alone, sipping a coffee. Solitude fitted the snowy-haired genin quite well. He sipped his coffee slowly, staring off into space across the table from him, that same steely, impassive glance that seemed always on his face not erring from its usual status.

Temari, of course, quickly slid into the chair across from him. Hidoku's glazed-over green eyes regained perception, then focused themselves on Temari. He quickly took note of her decidedly more causal dress, but assumed she hadn't just seen him and decided to stop for a chat. That didn't seem the thing for her to do. She wanted something, he could tell. What it was, he didn't know. He was, of course, irritable as always, especially with the events of late. He was fully willing to get to the point, curt as he was.

"What do you want?" he demanded.
"Jeez," Temari said, sarcastically. "Are you always this friendly?"

"You know me well enough," he shot back, resentment evident in his voice. Not resentment targeted at her, just, well, resentment.

I knew this was going to be bad, the princess thought.

"Hidoku-s--er, kun," she sighed, trying to see if words would be enough to sway him to do as she wished. "Would you be willing to, um..."

"What?" he demanded.

"...spend the night with me?"

Hidoku just gave her a funny look. He didn't buy her story one bit. Temari, it had to be noted, was first and foremost a poor liar, and there was something that her voice gave away that led him to disbelief. There was also the fact that he knew she'd seen him and Emuri, so it likely wasn't that she was dumping Emuri for him, unless she was just in it for a one-night stand, assuming him to be a provider of a more enjoyable experience. Regardless, he had no respect for people like that, either.

"You're shitting me, right?" he shot back.

"No," she said, leaning forward slightly, exposing fully to Hidoku's eyes her notably developed chest. It was a total distraction, but one she new would destroy his considerable mental resistances fully. She almost felt guilty to the memories of her and Emuri by acting like this, but such had to be abandoned for a higher purpose. Hot...boy...sex. Now that she thought about it, it was not really such a high purpose, but neither hell nor high water would stop her.

Hidoku, rather predictably, had little response. A cursory glance upwards from the girl saw that his eyes had lost virtually all of their businesslike icy stare and were rather affixed upon a lower part of her body.

On Hidoku's end, he was mentally beating the shit out of himself. He knew Temari knew his chief psychological weakness, and what's more, the fact that he was allowing himself to succumb to it like that was just disgusting. But, on the other hand, she was attractive, full-bodied, and, "Shit," was about all he could say. "So," he choked out. "What were you asking me to do again?"

"I just," she sighed, tugging slightly at the fabric of her dress, again intended for the purpose of distracting Hidoku's mind, "Wanted to know if you wanted to spend the night..." She gave her best sultry sigh after she said this, and that essentially sealed Hidoku's fate as agreement. She knew this quite well, as evidenced by the slight grin creeping across her face. The ice king had been quite melted by her little display.

"Huh?" He queried. "I...uh...yeah...uh," was his only reply.

"Okay, be there at five-thirty-five or so, tomorrow, m'kay?" She replied.

And with a sweet little smile, she was off. How ironic it was that such a smile held so many lies behind it. That hadn't been so hard after all.

And now it was Friday evening, 5:27, to be precise. Temari sat on a couch near the back of the mansion, twiddling her thumbs and nervously checking the clock every second on the second, or so it seemed to her. She was figuratively starting to drool with anticipation. It all seemed kind of silly, really, though. She was of the age that she could probably have just gone out and rented a movie that would have a similar situation in it, after all, no one would question the motives of the Kazekage's daughter--no one would risk it. But it just wasn't the same.

The clock struck five-thirty on the dot, and lo and behold, Emuri had already been let in by the servants. He found his way to where she'd been sitting, waiting, in the makeshift break area. The 'special' room was but a few feet away, through a small brown door. Inside awaited for the two boys a small room, about the size of a hotel room, with a few notable differences. First, there was only a single bed, and it was clearly designed to provide a lot of space, but not for two people. Any two that wanted to sleep on it together would have to be rather close. There was also a table, with two chairs, some food (generic fruits and what all, as well as some whipped cream and wine) in a mini-fridge, a little rope in the corner (Temari wasn't sure if the two would pick up on it, but hey, she wouldn't complain if they put it to good use), and of course, the bathroom, freshly stocked with bath jelly. The lighting was decidedly dimmer than usual, perhaps to set up that idea 'romantic' environment. It was evilly perfect. Everything was set up. She supposed the hardest part would be waiting for the two boys to actually do SOMETHING, but she was sure that eventually it'd click.

It had too.

And so, as Emuri showed up, Temari waved to him and smiled sweetly, then lead him to the room, unlocked it, opened it, and gestured inwards, requesting him to go in.

"But Temari-chan," he protested jokingly, "Ladies first."

"Ah," she said, fully expecting him to say something to that degree, "I have to get something quickly from another part of the mansion. I'll be right back."

Emuri shrugged and stepped into the room. A grin crossed his face as he noted the sight of the single bed. He was a litte surprised that so soon after the princess had spotted him and Hidoku together that she'd be so eager to take things to a newer level like that, but it wasn't like he was protesting. He sighed contentedly as he heard the door softly close behind him, made his way over to a chair, and sat down, facing the door.

Temari, now outside, returned to her couch, and sat down. In but a few minutes, Hidoku arrived, and he did not at all look pleased.

Why did I let myself get dragged into this? I'm an idiot. There's GOT to be some ulterior motive. I can't believe this, he thought, rather irritatedly.

Temari grinned slyly, and beckoned for him to follow. She opened the room door, then gestured for him to go in. He shrugged, then did so, and Temari rapidly shut the door and locked it. The plan was a success. Now the rest was in their hands. She went into a room adjacent to theirs, filled with all manner of places for her to view the two of them from, as well as controls for the electricity and water pressure (if she had to get them in the tub together by only giving them enough water for one bath, so be it). She sat back in a chair and waited for things to unfold.

Inside the room, upon Hidoku's entry, there was an immediate bit of shock. Both boys immediately unleashed a loud "What are YOU doing here?" before responding to each other "Temari invited me." And they continued, again unanimously saying "You must be mistaken, she invited me," and finally finished with "No mistake."

The thought crossed Hidoku's mind that the whole thing could be some kind of setup, whereas Emuri was more just confused. Hidoku did not, however, understand why Temari would have set the two of them of all people up together in a room. This was going to be a weird, weird, weird night. The two were already nervous around each other largely due to their last encounter. Hidoku, nonetheless, pulled up a chair and sat down across the table from Emuri, directly staring at the other boy.
"Don't try ANYTHING," he said, coldly.

"YOU don't try anything," Emuri shot back.

And from there, the eyes of the two boys drifted into a staring match (though one with blinking), wherein neither of them even moved an inch, both keeping their eyes fully on the other for fear of foul play. Neither any longer cared about the fact that they'd just been both dumped by the girl who invited them over in the first place. The staring went on for an hour, at which point Hidoku just rolled his eyes, shrugged, and leaned back in his chair.

"This is pointless," he sighed. "And damn, I'm hungry."

In the hour, his eyes had wandered a few times, noting the mini-fridge and the rope that was present. The rope was, in truth, what he was going for. While it was almost paranoid of him, it seemed logical that if Emuri was bound, he wouldn't try any funny business. And that was his goal, in truth. He just had to avoid suspicion.

He stood up and walked to the opposite side of the room, noting that Emuri's eyes were not following him. All the better. He slinked over to the rope, and then opened up the minature fridge just to make the noise, but grabbed the rope instead, then tied the ends into loops. He then snuck up behind Emuri, who was either really out of it, really not paying attention, or really apathetic, and quickly zipped the loops over Emuri's wrists before pulling them tighter.
A loud "WHAT THE HELL" was audible from the other boy.

A few coils of the rope later, Emuri was rather securely bound in the chair, and still wondering what the hell Hidoku was thinking. A more relaxed Hidoku was now making his way back to the mini-fridge, pulling out a bunch of bananas and a bottle of wine, and then going back to his seat. He chuckled at Emuri's tied-up form, watching with slightly amused sadism as the other boy squirmed a bit.

"Sorry, Emuri," he said sarcastically, "But it's for my protection."

"YOUR protection? Bastard, you were the one that fucked ME last time!" Emuri shot back, quite angrily.

"I wouldn't have done it if you hadn't provoked me with that whole damn kissing thing."

"I did not provoke you."

"Did so."

"Did not."

"Did so."

"Did not."

"Did so."

"Bastard."

"Loser."

"Asshole."

"Fu cker."

With that last insult, Hidoku figured it was time to call it quits. Emuri muttered something unintelligible and probably hostile under his breath, and Hidoku just yawned. He unscrewed the top of the wine bottle with his bare hands, and then grabbed a single banana from the bunch and then peeled it.
"Oh, Emuri, are you hungry?" he taunted, chuckling to himself all the while.

"Bastard," Emuri shot back.

"You already used that line." Hidoku quipped sarcastically.

"SHUT UP!"

"So, are you hungry?"

"What do you mean?"

"Are you hungry?"

"Are you getting at something?"

"Answer the damn question."

"Kinda."

"Want a banana?" As Hidoku said this, his voice took on a slightly teasing tone of voice.

"Uh," Emuri replied. "If I didn't know there'd be some kind of a catch to this..."

Hidoku laughed, and put his legs on the table, then leaned back in his chair further and laughed. "No, no," he said. "I'm offering this to you out of the goodness of my own heart."

"What goodness?" Emuri quipped scornfully.

"I'm hurt," Hidoku said in the most transparently sarcastic tone of voice. He began peeling the banana slowly while maintaining the gaze that he had fixed on Emuri. Shortly after he'd finished, he reached his hand across the table and held out the banana for the other boy to eat.

"You've got to be joking," Emuri sighed. However, he decided to swallow his pride, lean forward, and attempt to take a bite. He was not, however, surprised, when Hidoku took the banana back.

Hidoku, in his sadistic little mind, had decided to play with Emuri a little bit. It would have been just no fun at all to let the boy have food that easily. He wanted to mess around with Emuri, screw with his head, whatever one wanted to call it. And so he moved the banana slightly closer to his own mouth. "How badly," Hidoku teased, "Do you want this banana?"

In truth, Emuri wasn't that hungry. But there was some degree of pride he needed to salvage in this, and so, he couldn't just let Hidoku have it. He was a man, and couldn't just be so ultra-submissive like that. It didn't work for him. "Give me the damn banana, Hidoku," he snapped.

Hidoku's tongue shot out of his mouth, first to give Emuri one of those 'ha ha' expressions, but then to begin licking the banana rather provocatively. The subtle movements of his tongue, in spite of Emuri, were almost hypnotizing, and they brought back some rather lurid memories of a banana-like portion of Emuri's own body being sucked on by Hidoku from their previous experience. After nearly a minute, without actually having bitten any of the banana, Hidoku finished his slurping of the fruit, and then held it back out to Emuri.

"Do you still want it now?"

"You're disgusting."

"Answer the question."

"Ugh."

"Come on now, Emuri, open up," Hidoku taunted, moving the banana still closer to the other boy. His saliva still glistened on the white insides of the fruit.

"You're a sick ba--"

And with that, Hidoku forcefully thrust the banana into Emuri's mouth, causing the other boy to gasp in surprise. The shock caused him to bite down on the banana. With the piece of fruit in his mouth, chewing reflex took over. The taste of Hidoku was mixed rather well with the fruit, he noted, but that made it no less disturbing and no less reminiscent of Hidoku's tongue darting about inside his mouth. And with that thought, Emuri felt a slight hint of arousal.

No, he thought. I like TEMARI. Not this creep.

And there it was banished.

Hidoku cackled evilly, then shrugged. "Meh," he said. "I gotta use the restroom." And with that, he stood up and made his way over to the bathroom, but what transpired there will not be described for the simple fact that you readers will get your nudity soon enough, and what Emuri's doing at the moment is more significant anyway.

So Emuri sat in the room proper, fiddling with the knots around his arms, the chair, and his wrists. Being bound in place sucked. He hadn't tried anything while Hidoku was in the room for fear of retribution, but he thought now was his hour. He was, after all, a ninja, and escaping things like this was second-nature. Pretty soon, he was untied, and had his back pressed against the wall by the bathroom door as he waited for Hidoku to emerge. He would get his vengeance, and the other boy would suffer a bit. Being forced to eat fruit with another boy's spit on it was rather humiliating (though Temari, to be sure, was enjoying every second of it, and was now enjoying a soda as she watched events unfold), and Emuri needed emotional compensation.

And so after a flush, and the bathroom door's opening, Hidoku walked outside the door, and was immediately surprised when Emuri sidestepped to get behind him, then grabbed his hands and put him in a fairly basic arm lock before slamming him against the wall. Emuri, however, to keep Hidoku from trying any funny business, had to press himself rather hard against the other boy (allowing for no real motion), and because of the similarity in height and build of the two, this meant Emuri's groin was shoved rather hard against Hidoku's rear extremities.

Hidoku felt this, and muttered a brief "pervert" while sandwiched between Emuri and the wall.

Emuri didn't say anything. He felt a need to be a little bit more forward with Hidoku, to let Hidoku know that he didn't just take being played with lying down. His own tongue left its mouth and drew itself around the back of Hidoku's neck, licking the other boy like he was some kind of popsicle. Hidoku shuddered slightly, and Emuri's grip slackened a bit, prompting Hidoku to jerk his hips a bit, grinding them weakly against the other boy's groin. Emuri let out a quiet gasp.

And then he immediately got off Hidoku, a little disturbed by how his attack had turned into a slight bit of fluff that served only, in his mind, as a prequel to inevitably worse things to come. Or perhaps it was better. As little as Emuri wanted to admit it, Hidoku HAD turned him on a bit, and such was the case vice versa.

But Hidoku sighed. The night had to move on. He was getting a little tired, and of course, it was a little bit necessary for him to take a bath. He looked at Emuri knowingly, as if to tease him hypocritically for getting a bit horny, and then spoke. "I'm going to take a bath," he said, flatly. It didn't give Emuri either a 'hop in' or a 'stay out vibe.'

And here Temari decided to intervene. Turning a valve, she rapidly depressurized the water flowing into the room. Now there would barely be enough water for one warm bath. That much would have to get them in together. Neither seemed willing to submit to suffering a second-rate bathing experience. Add that to the fact that she'd substituted bath jelly for the soap, and here was coming a party.

And so Hidoku entered the bathroom, shut the door (but did not lock it, in case Emuri needed to use it), rapidly disrobed, and checked a small medicine cabinet for some soap. When he saw the bath jelly inside, he slapped his face in frustration. This had so been a setup. Still, he had to suffer through it, and it was probably more hygienic then plain water, so he placed some of the solution in the tub and turned on the water. He was a little surprised when little more than a trickle came out. When the tub was roughly three-quarters full, the whole faucet had slown to a simple drip. Hidoku shut it off. There was, after all, no point to leaving it on.

"Hey, Emuri," he called through the door. "Someone cut off our frigging water pressure. There's only going to be enough for one bath."

A voice responded through the door. "You're shitting me!" it exclaimed.

"Nope," Hidoku called back. "You can use it when I'm done, or if you're desperate you can get your ass in here."

"How about you use it when I'm done?!" Emuri snapped. Hidoku could tell he was disrobing outside the bathroom, judging from slight shuffling noises.

"Dream on! Now just get in here or I'm going to take the damn bath while it's still slightly warm!"

And with that comment, Hidoku eased himself into the moist gel, taking up the rear area of the bathtub and stretching out his legs. Emuri'd just have to fit in between; there was no damn way that he was scrunching himself up so that he wouldn't have to touch the other boy. It was just too damn inconvenient. Emuri came in next, and it was clear that both boys were trying their hardest to not look at any sensitive parts of the other. Emuri slid in between Hidoku's legs, and then, awkward silence ensued.

"Uh," Hidoku said, jokingly, "What now?"

"I don't know," Emuri snapped, stirring slightly. Because of the small size of the bath, this caused him to rub against the sensitive insides of Hidoku's thighs, creating a slightly pleasing sensation for the other boy, to be sure. Hidoku thought this was intentional, and in retaliation, placed his hand on Emuri's side and ran it up and down the other boy's flank, teasing and tickling the other boy in equal measure. But perhaps things went wrong when Hidoku tried to let out a yawn. In the standard fashion, he moved his hips forward while leaning his upper body backward as he let out the breath. However, he seemed to have forgotten Emuri's presence, and now a very nude portion of Hidoku was, in the middle of a jelly bath, brushing up against Emuri's back.

It was a very awkward moment, and made only more awkward by the fact that Emuri decided to lean back on Hidoku as opposed to try to scoot away from him. It was quite clear that Emuri enjoyed the contact, and the growing stiffness in Hidoku made things even more obvious for him. But Hidoku was now aroused and not content to stop at merely being hard up against Emuri. He reached under the bottom of Emuri's legs to begin stroking the flesh near the other boy's groin, though never actually touching the more sensitive area simply to tease the other boy and bring him to a more heightened status.

There had to be something screwy with the environment, Hidoku thought, that was causing him to feel up Emuri like this. It all felt natural, but he hadn't wanted to get this close and personal throughout the entire night. Or had he? While Emuri didn't seem like his type, he had to admit to feeling some attraction to the other boy. Emuri thought similarly, the ironic truth was, though one could probably have guessed this by the way he was stirring and moaning slightly in the bath.

Hidoku retracted his hands for a short bit, then wrapped them around Emuri's abdomen and leaned against the other boy, placing his chin on Emuri's right shoulder, all the while remaining careful not to touch his whole body to Emuri. He whispered quietly in the other boy's ear.
"Hmm, hmm," he hummed daintily. "You're so wet, Emuri," he teased. "Perhaps we need to get you a bit more damp..."

Emuri didn't respond to the teasing. In his position, he couldn't really do too much to Hidoku. Part of him was telling him to just stop things NOW, and part of him was telling him to pressure Hidoku into taking it a lot further. The suckling on his ear that Hidoku was beginning to initiate, in spite of his hormones, prompted Emuri to choose the former.

"Hidoku," he gasped, "Let's stop; I don't really know if we should go on..."

"But Emuri..." Hidoku whispered, in between licks.
"Not yet. I need to...uh...rest." It was a lie, but Emuri needed to find some way to break the awkward positioning. He wasn't ready to get fucked again mentally, even if he was craving it now physically. He wasn't ready, as it was, to just sit and let Hidoku have his way with him. Emuri hated to lose, even if it was in something as ridiculous as sex. Even if he ended up on the bottom again, he'd put up a little fight. Perhaps he'd even seize the initiative this time.

And with that, Emuri removed himself from the bath, then the bathroom, and dressed himself, despite the significant bulge evident in his pants. Hidoku waited for a bit in the bath to cool off, then pulled the plug on it, and dressed himself immediately after having stepped out (having left his own clothes in the bathroom). He was still slightly moist, but that was of no consequence to him.

Temari, by contrast, was mentally cursing that it hadn't gotten to the sex right there.

And when Hidoku had left the bathroom, he was not at all surprised to find Emuri simply waiting outside for him, looking intently and longingly at the him. "Would you like to..."

Hidoku grinned back. "Just get on the bed, Emuri," he said snidely. But something struck him as illogical about the whole thing. If Emuri had wanted to be done again that easily, he would have just let Hidoku do him in the bath, or so Hidoku would have thought. If Emuri was, indeed, requesting what Hidoku thought he was requesting, it seemed as if Emuri wanted to be on top this time.
Yeah, right.

"Mmm?" Emuri replied, though in more of a teasing way than an inquisitive. "That's not how it's playing out this time, Hidoku..."

Like hell it--GAK!

Hidoku's thoughts were interrupted by Emuri rapidly slamming into him. He felt hands wrap around his wrists, staying their with a shockingly strong grip. It felt, in truth, like Emuri had been practicing for this. He would have fought back, but the lips that were pressed up against his so powerfully sapped all his urge to resist.

No. This is wrong. I do not love him.

And yet he couldn't stop his mouth opening when Emuri came in closer, pressing their bodies together and mashing Hidoku against the wall, so that he could unleash a moan of desire. And he couldn't, either, bring himself to resist Emuri's tongue entering his mouth and moving around slowly, exploring every crevasse of the small, moist little cavern. He couldn't stop himself, as he had the first time, from rapidly hardening below the belt, causing himself to brush against a similarly extruding portion of Emuri's body.

But there was, at the back of Hidoku's mind, the memory that he was not Emuri's bitch in any sense. No, no. He was the senior. He was the one who would be dominating here. And so, he began being a little more forceful himself, waiting, first, until the two extricated themselves from each other's mouths to breathe. He gave Emuri barely a moment's respite before attacking the other boy's lip again, nibbling slightly along the flesh, brusing the lip to a degree that gave Emuri a somewhat sexy-looking pout. Perhaps, Hidoku thought, it was just the heat of the moment that made it look sexy. It probably was.

Emuri, taken aback slightly, slackened his grip a bit. It was enough for Hidoku to wrench one hand free, changing the holds to Emuri with one hand around one of Hidoku's wrists and vice versa. And with this, Hidoku continued his treatment of Emuri, moving on to suck along the other boy's jaw and trace all the way back to Emuri's ear, leaving a faint trail of saliva. When Hidoku arrived at the earlobe, the sheer pleasure shooting through the other boy caused him to shudder once more and relax a bit, allowing Hidoku to break fully free once more. Instead of grabbing the boy by the wrist, however, he moved his hand behind Emuri's neck in what first appeared to be an embrace, though such an illusion was dispelled when he used his newly found leverage to violently hurl Emuri to the bed. It could be said that Hidoku liked things a bit rough.

It could also be said that Temari was beginning to watch with a ten-year-old schoolgirl's enthusiasm.

Hidoku grinned villanously as he straddled Emuri on the bed and began toying slightly with the collar of the other boy's pants. After, evidently, battling mentally with the decision to remove his more protective clothes right there or take things a little slower, he settled for the latter, and traced his hands up underneath Emuri's shirt, scraping the skin idly with his fingernails as he did so. For Emuri, it was a dizzying mixture of pain and pleasure, and he moaned loudly while Hidoku finally removed the shirt.

Once that was done, Hidoku lowered himself slightly so that his chest was but an inch or two from Emuri's and began sucking on the soft skin of Emuri's neck, first lightly, then progressively harder. There would be a mark the next day. Hidoku didn't really care anymore what people thought about him and Emuri. Rumors, fine. They could chalk it up to hormones or something. Nobody needed to know about what was going on. And even if they did, what was the sin?

Perhaps it was that recklessness that drove them this time. Altogether, everything felt more impassioned as opposed to awkward, as it had been in the last encounter. And maybe that was, in part, due to the fact that the evening had practically consisted of nothing but foreplay. And they knew, yes, that they'd been duped, that this was just some sick game to get them together again. But that aborted nothing. It stalled nothing. It was a fact foreign to their care.

After all, it was not with any measure of apprehension that from his comfortable vista straddled atop his partner, the white-haired ninja tenderly traced a path down the other boy's body with his tongue.. It was with no abandon that he awkwardly sucked at the other boy's nipple, even grazing it with his teeth ever so ligthyl, causing the shivers in the blond. It was not with trepidation that the blond, grabbing a handful of white hair, yanked the other boy's face up for a deep exchange of spit. After the kiss broke, Hidoku found himself only too willingly casting off his shirt with an extent of aid from Emuri. Immediately following, the kiss resumed, bare skin pressed against bare skin, sweat mingling between their bodies.

Hand scrabbled around awkwardly, trying to grab and push and pull various points of leverage, initating something of a small wrestling match, with the two boys switching their positions more than a couple of times. But this availed little, and the white-haired boy remained on top, though not without having to earn it. Bent low over Emuri, Hidoku moved his hips slightly, rubbing clothed arousal against clother arousal, prompting a moan of pleasure.

Well, the time came that it was established that the evening had to continue, and it was not long before Hidoku's hands were tearing off Emuri's pants, revealing his somewhat strained boxers. Those barely lasted, either, before they were wrenched from him, revealing a rather substantial prize.

"Well, well," Hidoku said, "I guess I've already had my practice for this tonight."

Sliding himself backwards, he lowered his head to start by moving his tongue slowly around the tip of Emuri's spear, merely teasing at first, but nonetheless prompting several aroused gasps. Hidoku then moved his head more fully around the shaft, caressing it within his mouth, extorting several throes of ecstasy from the other boy. But, it was not long until he decided to stop, leaving Emuri only wanting more.

And Hidoku knew this. With a seductive grin on his face, he made flat demands: "If you want more, you're going to have to beg."

Even in such a state of desire, there was a shred of defiance left in Emuri, and he rasped out a "Bastard."

Hidoku merely shrugged, saying 'suit yourself' flatly. And, raising his head, he made it quite clear that he was indeed not going to continue. And this simply could not be had, prompting Emuri to choke out a slight 'please.'

Hidoku lowered his head slightly, then mouthed a silent "what?"

Swallowing his pride, Emuri said, feigning as much deperation as possible, "Please," in a rather whiny tone of voice.

And that seemed good enough, and Emuri was thanked for his plea with a few more monets of finding his length within Hidoku's warm mouth. Again, however, the white-haired ninja broke off, and this time the need for more was stronger in the blond ninja. But Hidoku did not seem to be too concerned this time. Hands shaking, he removed his own pants and shorts, and threw them aside.

Hell, he had to get off somehow. Putting himself between the other boy's legs, he began moving into Emuri, slowly at first. The positioning was awkward, at best, but it worked. His hips began moving faster and faster, and the evening degenerated to a bunch of unintelligible shouts and grunts of pleasure, and shortly, the two boys finished, reaching their peak; Hidoku managing to keep his fluids inside Emuri, and the latter managing to shoot himself quite messily over the abdomen that had positioned itself over him.

After the two broke slowly, Hidoku noted the sticky mess on his stomach, and frowned.

"Thanks, asshole," he said dryly. "We don't have any bathwater."

What the hell was he going to clean this up with, he wondered. Fruit juice? He didn't need to be sticky for the rest of the night, that was for sure.

"Clean me off," he said, harshly.

"With what?" Emuri responded. "I'm not a janitor."

"Oh, come on. Use your imagination. Lick me clean or something."

"What?"
"Oh, come on, I sucked you."

"Fine, fine."

Rather dramatically, Hidoku threw himself back to lie on the bed and let Emuri rather lewdly lick as much of the substance from his abdomen as possible. And when that ordeal was through, the white-haired boy stood, grabbed his cast-off shorts, donned them, and then threw the other pair lying around to Emuri.

"Sorry," he said, "But I don't feel like staying up all night."

Be it as it may have been that there was only one bed in the room, it did not take the two long to get settled next to each other. And there was a quick kiss shared before the two, exhausted from the substantial workout, gave in to sleep.