Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Illusions & Roses ❯ Let's make a bet, Otouto ( Chapter 1 )

Illusions & Roses

Chapter One: Let's Make a Bet, Otouto

A low whistle escaped the canine-man's lips as he stared out into the crowd. His fierce eyes were already adjusted to the dimness of the club, his body and sense of smell already used to the alcohol mixed with incense and sweat that always seemed to cling around him like a coat. The pounding of the bass that was reverberating through the speakers, at an unusually high volume today, ricocheted through his skull, down to his torso and out through his feet - but the sound to him was merely like the sound of raindrops hitting the pavement. It didn't bother him one bit.

The multi-colored strobe lights flew across the crowd, illuminating the peoples' faces in seas of blues, greens, purples, reds - you name it! From the looks of it, the canine could tell the crowd was having a fun time.

“It's packed tonight,” he literally screamed to his band mates who were only half-a-foot away. The music was loud, very loud, but it was all apart of the illusion.

“Kiba, it's packed every night.” The blonde snickered, adjusting the neon-pink hair extension clip in his hair so that it was neatly in place. Falling to the side of his face just like any other bang would do.

“I know that, I mean it's more packed than usual, Blondie.” Kiba snarled, only to be laughed at and dismissed by the very same blonde who was reapplying a red-head's make-up.

“Don't pay Ru any attention, Babe.” A teen with tattoos on just like Kiba, although Kiba's were red in the shape of fangs, while this teen's tattoos were more like purple war tribe paint. He lazily wrapped an arm around the brunette's waist and casually snuggled into the crook of his neck, fully resisting the urge to leave a nicely sized hickey on that tan, enticing, neck. “He's just itching to get into Gaara's pants after the show, that's why he's so snarky.”

“Shut the fuck up, Kankuro!” Ru growled, glaring bright blue daggers at the smirking teen. “Why not just leak out top secret government information to the government while you're at it?” the blonde shook the eyeliner in his hand menacingly. You should never mess with a person who knows their way around eyeliner.

“Maybe I will, Ru. Or better yet, maybe I've already let the cat out of the bag and I'm just waiting around until government operatives burst through the door like confetti from a canon.” Kankuro smirked, highly pleased with the annoyed expression he was able to draw from Naruto, while he played with his boyfriend's dog tags.

“Ru, my make-up,” Gaara eyes were shut closed, one of them fully covered with black eye shadow and liner while the other one was waiting for the same treatment.

“Oops, sorry Gaara,” Ru replied sheepishly and hurried over to finish what he had started. When there was a reasonable amount of liner and eye shadow on the previously naked eye, he took a few minutes to admire his work and then leaned forward to place a kiss on the red-head's forehead, “Beautiful as always.”

The faintest of smiles appeared on Gaara's lips.

“Ru and crew, you're needed on stage in half an hour.” Their manager, Jiraya, walked past the band members lounging in the waiting room with a lit cigarette dangling from his lips casually. The ashes fell on the floor like black snowflakes, and Naruto frowned as his eyes started to track the ashes one by one to the floor. He had thought he told the old pervert to quit smoking months ago after his near death experience with the cancer stick.

`Apparently he has one hell of a death wish,' the blonde shook his head and glared daggers into the back of the old man who was probably just smoking to piss the hell out of him - and it was working out fairly well. Suddenly, the need to fill his stomach with some delicious pre-gig ramen was becoming more apparent then thinking of ways to get Jiraya to drop that cancer stick like a bad habit.

Without really giving much of a warning - if his band mates really needed him, they could just call - Naruto left the dressing room in search for his ramen. He grabbed his coat by the back door exit and slipped it up, zipping it up about half way, before he stepped outside. The brisk October air felt good against his skin as he scrunched his body up to get more heat.

`They should really just keep a stack of ramen safe in a fridge somewhere.' His footsteps crunched against the few autumn leaves that were scattered around the sidewalk. The street was fairly empty, just a few couples here and there enjoying the wonderful, full-moon, night. Once he entered through the automatic doors of the convenient store, Naruto made an instant beeline for the section where they kept all the ramen and grabbed at least ten of the stuff before buying it and walking out.

“Mmm… I can't wait to eat this stuff!” his mouth was watering just from the thought of those delicious ramen noodles being slurped into his stomach. His pace had turned faster than when he was walking to a store, that he was literally running back to the alleyway that led to the back entrance of the club.

“I swear, you're stomach acts more like your brain than your real one does.” Gaara was leaned up against the brick wall of the club, no coat on whatsoever because he really wasn't that cold in the first place. He smirked at that adorable pout Ru gave him, along with that rosy pink blush that stained his whiskered cheeks. Pushing off against the wall, he calmly walked over and took the bag from his left hand, while he grabbed Naruto's empty hand with his right.

“I was going to eat that, Gaara!” Naruto whined playfully, although he was going over the pros and cons of tackling Gaara right there and then so he could get his bag of ramen back.

Gaara just scoffed, not at all concerned with his friend's weird eating habits, and opened the door. He lead them down the hallway and too the right where everyone else had left to go backstage - leaving the two completely alone. Gaara flopped onto the couch and handed Naruto the bag, content on waiting for him to finish how ever many cups of ramen he had bought before leaving to meet the rest of their band mates.

Naruto bounced on the balls of his heat, coaxing the microwave to go faster so he could pig out already. `I'm going to pig out like a king tonight!' his stomach happily growled along with the thought and nearly did a twirl when the microwave went `ding' to signify it was done. He nearly ripped off the door with all of his exuberant force when he went in to reach for his ramen.

He blew on the steaming cup and walked towards the couch, plopping down awfully close to the red-head who was staring at him curiously. “I'm telling you, Gaara, ramen was definitely made by the hands of God himself.”

Gaara rolled his eyes, “Just shut up and eat, Ru.”

Naruto scoffed, but didn't hesitate to dig in anyways. Every a noodle would disappear into the blonde's mouth, or dangle by the sides of his lip, Gaara wanted to do nothing more than to plunge his own tongue into that moist cavern. His eyes were completely trained on every single thing those devilish pair of flesh were doing. It was slightly erotic seeing Naruto eat ramen the way he did, although he was fairly certain Naruto was using his tongue seductively in means to tease the red-head.

And it was working fairly well.

Without much of a conscious thought, Gaara's hands went to dance through the blonde's hair. It was growing longer. At a rate Gaara couldn't really keep track of. Only a couple of months ago and Naruto's hair barely skimmed his neck, now he had two front bangs that framed his face perfectly, and his hair was slowly starting to brush his shoulders. But what Gaara loved the most about Naruto's hair were those golden spikes that could defy gravity without even trying.

To most it looked like Naruto spent hours on end with his hair, but Gaara had been with the blonde long enough to know that he pretty much woke up with gorgeous tresses and didn't have to do much with it to get it the way he wanted.

Soon his hands started to brush along the back of Naruto's neck, his thumb tracing lazy circles on the skin. His heartbeat started to thud against his ribcage, and his throat was getting thoroughly dry from the anticipation of what was to come. His fingers danced upwards to cup Naruto's cheek, causing the blonde to turn at him with curious eyes.

The blonde's lips twitched into a smile as he dropped his empty ramen cup onto the floor, his voice dropping to seductively low levels as he leaned forward to trap Gaara against the couch.

“You know… if you want to kiss me, all you had to do was ask, Gaara.”

Throwing all his resolve out the window, Gaara pulled the blonde into a deep and passionate kiss that left the two absolutely breathless.

+Illusions & Roses+

“Little Brother, stop what you're doing. We're heading out.”

Sasuke looked up from his note sheets, slightly annoyed by the fact that his brother just barged into his room without permission. He was just in the middle of strumming, finding his melody and his older brother, Itachi, pretty much ruined that. The raven raised an eyebrow at his brother, who was currently leaning on the doorframe, wearing a long sleeve red shirt that excellently showed off his toned muscles, black skinny jeans with a studded belt, and black ankle boots.

“Why so fancy?” he asked, placing his guitar on the bed side.

“Because, Otouto, we're going out for the night.” Itachi pushed himself from the wall walking over to the smaller raven's closet; shifting through the clothing.

“I don't remember agreeing to going out with you.” the younger raven said stubbornly. His brother was always getting him into to situations he'd rather stay out of. Tonight, he wanted to stay home and strum away on his guitar thinking up new songs, but he knew he'd never hear the end of it from Itachi if he stayed.

“That's because you were drunk when you agreed,” Itachi stated pragmatically. He held up a dark blue, button down, long sleeve shirt and inspected it with calculating eyes. `Perfect,' he thought without hesitation and tossed it over to his brother. “Put that on.”

“Itachi, I'm not going.” he nearly whined, only that Uchiha's never whined but Sasuke was getting pushed to the point where he'd get on his hand and knees and beg to stay home. He wasn't what you'd call “a social butterfly” he was more of a “brooding moth” in his opinion.

“Sasuke, you are going,” Itachi demanded, he wasn't up for any retorts from his little brother. “If not, I'll just tell that pink haired girl Sakwhora you're cell number.” he grinned in a devilish way. “I'll also add in some nude photos while I'm at it.”

“First off, her name's Sakura… not Sakwhora.” Sasuke scowled, even though the amusement at his brother's name calling sparkled in his eyes. “Even though I'll commend you for such a creative nickname,” Itachi just shrugged, throwing a pair of dark pants at his brother. There was a smug look on his face after that compliment. “Anyway, are you really going to stoop that low just to get me to go out with you tonight?”

“Naturally,” Itachi replied without giving it much of a second thought.

Sasuke just let out a sigh and ran a pale hand through his hair. “Fine, I'll meet you at the car.”

+Illusion & Roses+

The pounding of the drums, the strumming of the bass, and the screaming of the singer's voice enveloping the club sent Sasuke into a headache. He gripped the side of his head and scowled at his smirking brother who was apparently enjoying himself. The crowd was a vast sea of leather clad men and women, everyone moved as one, finding anyone they could among the crowd to grind with. In Sasuke's opinion, it was more like they were having sex rather than dancing, but you know how people are nowadays, believing in one night stands and hot leather outfits.

“Did you have to pick such a loud place?” Sasuke literally screamed.

“You need a little change of atmosphere from time to time.”

“But a gay club!?” Yup, that's where Itachi decided to take Sasuke out to. Club Illusion, was the highest ranking gay night club in all of Japan, even though everyone, straight or gay, went to the club to dance the night away. Tonight though, and the club was packed with men of various sizes and colors wearing all sorts of clubbing outfits - most of them were leather though even though some chose to be different from the rest and decided that colorful outfits and light saber glow sticks were the way to go.

The two walked around the club, ignoring the glances they got from the rest of the crowd. For the brothers, getting glances full of lust or jealousy were a normal thing; like breathing or taking a shower naked. They couldn't go anywhere without at least one person taking a look towards their direction. Was it for their looks? Probably. Or maybe it was because the two were so abnormally pale; people mistook them for vampires and thought they were out from blood. Not like their fan girls would mine though, having vampire hotties were a good thing - it fueled their fan fiction creativity.

Sasuke ran a hand through his black hair, wishing he never agreed to come out tonight. He knew that soon people would be all over him and his brother to dance, or get autographs, or a combination of both. Yes, it is very possible to give an autograph while dancing; the brothers were pros at that. The raven just couldn't handle all the stress and noise and complete loudness of the place. So, being the brooding moth that he so proudly is, he walked over to a corner and planted himself there, refusing to move from that spot.

“Sasuke, what do you think you're doing.” Itachi walked over, handing his brother a drink.

Sasuke took it cautiously, eyeing the drink - even going so far as to inconspicuously sniffing it - just to make sure the drink wasn't spiked with anyway, before taking a huge gulp. The mild alcohol surged through the raven's throat making him feel all fuzzy and dulling down his surroundings. The Uchiha really did love his alcohol, in portioned amounts of course. “I'm getting my freak on in this corner. What does it look like I'm doing?” he replied sarcastically, taking another swig of his drink.

“It looks like you're being a wet blanket. Do you think I dragged you out here tonight for my benefit?” Sasuke gave him a questioning look that turned into a scowl at the sight of his brother's smirk. “Alright, so maybe it was for my benefit as well, but you're always in that bloody room of yours. It's not healthy.”

Sasuke finished off his drink and let out a sigh of relief. He could already feel the effects of the alcohol kicking in, the music seemed less loud than it was earlier, everyone in the crowd melded together in one big blob, and the muscles in his face relaxed allowing a sloppy grin to appear on his face. He sloppily punched his brother on the arm. “I don't need you caring about my health.”

“If I don't care, then who will?”

The question left Sasuke silent, it wasn't everyday that his older brother actually sounded caring, normally he`d just. He looked down at his glass, attempting to wash away the feelings of guilt that were slowly surfacing, only to be disappointed when he remembered he finished it off. Sasuke mumbled something inaudible, and his brother only chuckled.

“Did you guys enjoy that!” the announcer screamed from the stage as the band walked off. Everyone cheered and whooped and hollered minus the Uchiha brothers. “I can't hear you! I said did you enjoy that!” this time everyone's cheers of excitement got louder, meaning that Sasuke's pounding headache increased. “Awesome! We have one last performance for you all before we say goodnight.” the crowd's loudness dulled down to small whispers and murmurs.

The two brothers looked at each other exchanging quizzical glances.

“I'm happy to introduce our last act of the night. Give it up for The Roses!” The crowd erupting with cheers once again, but the brothers were still holding onto their looks of confusion.

“Their called The Roses?” Itachi almost asked with a laugh. The younger brother just shrugged.

“That doesn't sound very interesting.” Sasuke leaned against the cool black surface of the wall already bored out of his mind and ready to drop asleep.

Itachi nodded and glazed over the stage. The Roses were already making their appearance sending the crowd into an uproar and Itachi could see why. Even from the back of the club Itachi could tell that they were all beautiful just like their names implied. What drew his attention the most though, was the blonde. Oh God, how the blonde made him drool, and shiver.

Sasuke couldn't take his eyes off the blonde either. He was completely entranced with the blonde just like the rest of the crowd. Everyone in the band had something leather on their body. If it wasn't a leather shirt it was leather shorts or pants, if it wasn't any of those, they had some leather arm band or something on their body.

The blonde was the only one in full leather.

Leather shorts that gave you a very nice view and didn`t leave you too much for the imagination, a leather tube top that if you were close enough you could get a view of his nipples, leather straps, leather thigh high boots, all the works; and good God did that blonde know how to work it. The two glanced at each other, both knowing exactly what was on the other's mind.

`I have to have that blonde.'

“Hey everyone, how are you doing tonight?” the blonde screamed into the microphone. Shivers went through their spines at the delicious voice that emitted around the club. They could only imagine what his voice would sound …gasping…moaning…screaming their name (Yes, the Uchiha Brothers could be classified as perverts with they way they thought). The crowd got even louder, some even attempted to climb onto the stage, but the red head that was standing protectively near the blonde gave them a glare that could probably freeze Hell over and put the Uchiha's own glare to shame. “Hahaha,” the blonde nervously laughed, “guess you guys are pretty excited!”

“I know I'm getting excited.” The brunette joked and winked to the crowd.

“That's because you're such a horn-dog, Kiba!” Kankuro joked back, wrapping his arm around the brunette's shoulders.

“You'd know wouldn't you, Kankuro.” Kiba asked seductively, purring into Kankuro's ear. The crowd went up with another uproar of cat calls and whistles at the flirting couple. Sasuke could figure out why they saved this group for last, they were the best by far with their sex appeal and they way the group effortlessly got the crowd energized. Even Sasuke could feel the excitement flowing through him.

“Oi! Save the sex for later guys!” the blonde waved his microphone menacingly but the two only laughed at him. The blonde pouted and turned towards the redhead, “Gaara~! Tell Kiba and Kankuro that if they're going to fuck do it behind closed doors!” he whined.

Gaara just shook his head and wrapped two arms around the blonde. “Maybe later, Ru.” he simply replied.

The blonde, Ru, just pouted and the crowd broke out into laughter.

“Blondie, so it's okay if you get all frisky with Gaara, but I can't get a tad bit hot and bothered with Kank? How is that even fair!” the brunette whined!

Ru just smirked and wrapped his arms around Gaara's neck, posing seductively. “That's because I have sex appeal Dog-Boy.” he winked then turned to the crowd. For a split second, the two Uchiha brothers thought that Ru was staring right at them. The thought that maybe, just maybe, the sensual blonde was actually looking at them sent electric tingles down their spines. “It looks like the crowd is eating this up! But you all didn't come here just to see people get it on right?” the crowd cheered in response. “You've all come to hear us sing right!” the crowd's cheered even more. Ru turned to his band mates, “Let's do this, Roses!”

Multi-colored strobe lights danced around the stage and into the crowd as the music started to blare through the speakers. The sea of people started jumping up and down in time with the beat, and the brother's were slowly pushed into the middle of the crowd, to entranced in the slow, seductive, hip shakes of the blonde.

“Guys, ready for this!” Ru purred into the microphone, slowly swaying his hips against Gaara's. The music slowly went into the intro as the blonde starting to sing. His voice was the most… beautiful thing the Uchiha's have heard, they never expected to hear such a voice from the blonde.

The blonde jumped off stage and started to dance with he crowd, letting out little gasps and moans as people's hand snaked their hands around his body. Sasuke and Itachi were in the middle of the sea of people, standing… waiting for the blonde to come over. The raven caught bright blue eyes staring into his onyx ones. It was like they were the only two people in the club.

Ru swayed his hips over and started to dance around the smaller raven. Winking, and giggling, trying to get the man to react. The alcohol decided to fully kick in at this time allowing Sasuke to get swept away in the moment. His hands found their way dangerously low on the blonde's hips and started to grind him. His hips bucked rhythmically against the blonde's leather clad ass, and he could feel the blonde grinding back. The blonde moaned the friction was unbearable; the heat, sweat, and the feeling of two bodies dancing closer together turned the blonde on to new levels.

Itachi found himself almost drooling at the sight of his brother and the blonde practically making love in the middle of the club. Don't think you can leave me out. He intertwined his hands with the blonde and brought those tanned hands to his hips. Itachi quickly whispered something into the blonde's ear and soon enough all three of them were grinding and dancing in an erotic tango.

Sweet kisses, and delicate sucking on the blonde's exposed neck sent Ru's mind into a blur. He never felt such electricity, heat, passion, erotic feelings in his life. He felt his eyes roll into the back of his head, as his head rolled back, releasing a throaty moan. There was just so much going on, he could feel the two's own erect members pounding into him from the front the different motions were sending him into pure ecstasy.

The whole crowd seemed to stop and stare at the dancing threesome that was happening. Even the band members couldn't take their eyes off. The three were emitting so much pheromone it was hard not to watch.

The song ended, the three remaining band members took their bows, and the threesome of dancers all looked lustful and tired. Ru placed a kiss on both of their cheeks and winked. “Thanks for the great work out. Almost jizzed myself there.” he finished off with a laugh and proceeded to run back on stage.

Itachi and Sasuke looked at each other; they could both see the lust and intrigue in the other's eyes. Their gazes lingered on the blonde as he was helped up on stage by Gaara. Who, which irritated the brothers greatly, had his arms wrapped around Ru's waist again.

The band did their final bows, as the announcer walked on stage. “Let's hear it for The Roses, everybody!” the crowd flamed up with cheers, and even Sasuke couldn't help but clap. The band members walked off, blowing kisses to their adoring fans.

Sasuke glanced towards his brother. “Ru… he was…”

“Hot?” his brother finished the sentence.

“He was, more than just hot. He was… enticing,” he nodded to himself at finding the right word, “He reeked of sensuality … God what I'd do to hold that blonde in my arms again.”

“Wanna make that a bet?” Itachi's smirk turned devilish.

`Oh God…' “What do you have in mind?” the smaller raven asked warily.

“It's nothing too extreme, just a little competition to see who will get Ru first.”

“What are the rules?” Sasuke asked automatically. His brother was always challenging him in some way, and there were always crazy rules that followed it.

“Hmm… first, we can't have sex unless Ru initiates it.” Itachi let out a shudder. “Even though I find it a huge turn off fucking someone who had your dick in them before I got to them.”

Sasuke let out a growl, but nodded anyway. The rule seemed fair enough, if Ru really wanted him, he would have to make the first move. “What's the second rule?”

“Secondly, everything's free games. Except for drugs. We say no to drugs.”

“But alcohol's okay?” Sasuke asked with a playful smirk.

“Alcohol's always okay, Little Brother.” Itachi mirrored the smirk. “Also, we have to follow a certain plan… if you will. First, it's getting his number, and then it's asking him on a date. Next, it's having sex. Then finally… one of us grows the balls to ask him out.”

“Why would that have to be last? Shouldn't that be like… third?”

“Silly little brother.” Itachi shook his head in shame. “After step number three: Sex, he'll be putty in our hands, meaning that if we ask such an intimate question like: will you be mine? He'll surely say yes without any hesitation.” he smirked at his brother, “It's all in the game plan.”

“You are… the devil himself.”

“Thank you.” he said with a smile. “Now then, we know the rules; we know the plan, now we need a prize.”

“Free bragging rights and open PDA for whoever wins.”

“Oh… I like that…” Itachi's smile turned devilish once again. He stuck out his hand and Sasuke shook it firmly. “May the best brother win.”