The Way You Move

The Way You Move
Pairing: Sauke/Itachi, slight Kiba/Sasuke
Authoress\' Notes: Don\'t even ask me why I agreed to this. I just thought the sweaty bumpin and grindin Uchihas were enough to go with. ^^; I really do recommend that you get your hands on these songs: Depend on You (Trance mix) By Ayumi Hamasaki or Ayu Trance, Connected (Talla 2XLC Remix) By Ayu Trance, and last but not least (You MUST hear this song at all costs: ) Naturally (Wippenberg Remix) by Ayu trance. Now why must you hear these? Well, they let you get a better feel of the story (plus, I wrote the story to them ^^). You don’t have to get them, but I highly recommend it!
Warnings: Umm..major OOC-ness (I\'m sorry, I pride myself with keeping characters in well...character, but you can\'t really be serious with this one, it\'s just for fun. ^.^)
Lesse, what else? Uh, incest, a little bit of alchol to minors, bit of lewdness, language (but you don\'t mind if anyone talks dirty, right?), the works. The story also doesn’t go along the same timeline as the manga or show from where I’m standing, and it’s completely ridiculous, but hey, that’s the point. It’s fun! I don\'t think I missed anything, so on with the show!
Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto or the characters. There.


The Way You Move


I didn’t even know why I had gotten dragged into this club. I didn’t know why I was back in Konoha either. I was supposed to be doing a mission for Sassori! But the way that Sasuke had asked me to come on the phone was sickening and arousing at the same time.

So here I was. In the middle of the village nightlife that could tear me to pieces in seconds if they knew who I was. Here I was, helping my scantily clad brother into the back window of a nightclub when he was five years too young, and five years way too experienced at these kinds of things.

When his leather clad ass got into that window, he then looked over the side and told me he was standing on crates of music equipment, so I could come on up. He lent a hand, but I just snorted and made my way up in a single leap. We jumped down from the equipment and made our way from the back room. The nightlife sure was…the nightlife. It was alive alright, young (some way too young to be legally here), sexy, and all swaying to the blasting music.

Suddenly I felt a little overdressed in my black pants, black tank top and black trench coat. I think I was more suited now to perform a heist rather than go to a dance club. I also thought that I was suddenly wearing too much black.

As the seizure-inducing lights passed over the youthful bodies, I saw they were wearing a full spectrum of colors of vibrant pleather, nylon, and any other tight material. Konoha was a village of ninjas, and it sure was evident in their amazing bodies. They deserved showing themselves off unashamedly like this.

Not that I was being humble or anything. I had an amazing body too. And I knew it. The Uchihas always have been beautiful people. I knew if I walked out more in the street, (which wouldn’t be the best of ideas nowadays) I would turn a few heads.

“…achi” I heard faintly, snapping me out of my musings. “Itachi.” It was Sasuke. Now that I looked at him, he was one of those people out there on the dance floor. He was sexy. He was the epitome of sexy. I just didn’t notice much until he was naked or dressed like this. He did indeed have a rock-hard body, but he wasn’t to be compared to the others on the dance floor. No, this boy was something else. He too, like me, was dressed in black. But instead of covering up his body like he did everyday, he wore tight-fitting pleather pants. (from where, I didn’t know. On that thought, where did these kids get these clothes in Konoha?)

He also wore a pleather black vest that hugged his abs just like those pants hugged his ass. It was slightly unzipped to show his collar that I had given him on Tanabata, and dog tags with his name on it. I wanted to rip those dog tags off his pale, delectable neck just to see his reaction, but even I had more self-control than that.

“Itachi.” He called out again. God, I love the way he said my name. Especially during an orgasm, but that was a different story.

“What?”

A heavy bass beat came loudly from the speakers. It matched the beating of my heart. It was really trancey, a good beat. “Come on, I like this song.”

He pulled me into the throng, and I felt the heat of all their bodies, smelled the sweet sweat that glistened on their skin as they danced about, as if zombies to the tune. Sasuke leaned into me, biting my ear and then whispered, “Dance with me.”

I panicked. I didn’t know how to dance. I never saw the need for it, it was stupid. But somehow now, only when he asked it of me, I wanted to dance, to be part of their euphoric movements. So I nodded my head in agreement and watched him begin.

He swayed his hips, so I reached out to grab them. When I did that, he grinded against me. It was so hot in here that I could already feel his sweat. Ayumi Hamamsaki sang her song, and we sang ours, with our bodies.

He writhed against me and I did it back until we were slithering against each other like our tongues in each other’s mouths we were meshing at this moment. The song slowed and so did we, just swaying until the climax was coming near, and you could hear the bass slowly building behind her sweet voice.

And then it returned full blast, and Sasuke was off, too, dancing wasn’t even a word for it. And I soon realized it was easy. Just like having sex, it came natural, and arousing.

When the song was over we were both panting. A calmer song was one by now. “Uchiha.” Someone called. Both our heads turned, and I hoped to God no one knew who I was.

A boy about Sasuke’s age made his way towards us. He had messy brown hair that was done up in silly pins, and had red face markings down his cheeks. He wore a fishnet shirt with cutout sleeves and a cutout waist, it seemed, as it wasn’t currently covering anything. He wore violet eyeliner around his eyes and boyish shorts I guessed were part of his everyday uniform. He waved, and the many bracelets on his wrists clinked lightly. I was surprised I could even hear it though; it was so loud in here.

He was attractive, I’d say that much, but I didn’t want him near my Sasuke.

“Inuzuka.” Sasuke murmured back, and nodded his head to him in greeting. It was clear that they weren’t exactly on a first-name basis.

The boy named Inuzuka grinned and finally reached Sasuke, there was something very impish and dog-like about the boy, and I remembered hearing about a certain Inuzuka clan somewhere before. Dog people, I guess. I also guessed his dog partner was at home since it wasn’t here now. “I never thought I’d find such straight-edge guy here.”

“Well you learn new things everyday.” Sasuke answered back almost curtly. I felt like laughing.

“I saw you dancing before, it was real sexy.” He said wolfishly, narrowing his eyes. Well, that was apparent even in his baggy pants, as I noticed. “Wanna dance with me, Uchiha?” He asked, voice low and gravely. And suddenly I felt very possessive over my brother, glaring at his back, I looked back to Sasuke.

He gave me a withering look, and then when he was about to decline, another promising song came on. He nodded silently, and I felt like breaking Inuzuka’s neck.

^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^

As I walked away with Kiba, I could sense my brother’s anger like a dagger. I knew if it wasn’t such a public place and the bounty on his head wasn’t an issue, he wouldn’t hesitate to kill him. But as it was, it was indeed a public place where the bounty on his head was an issue he couldn’t escape, so I walked off and looked over my shoulder, giving him a rare smile. Don’t worry so much…I thought.

The Inuzuka was actually looking good tonight, maybe it was the lights, or the music, or even the exhilarated mood this place oozed, but I was attracted to him tonight. And he was too.

The slow bass filled the room, and once again, Ayumi’s voice came on the speakers. It must have been her trance CD. Either way, it was creating a mood. So I started to move.

Kiba loved it. And to the both of us, we were the hottest dancers in the room. I raised my hands above my head, lifting my face to the high ceilings with the multicolored lights spilling over me. Every drop of sweat on me glistened in blue, green, yellow and pink. Every pore on my body was alive.


I watched Kiba through my lashes. I knew the effect I had on people.

He bit his bottom lip with a doggy fang, raising his face to me as if to challenge me to do more. So I took it. I spun around, bending over and rotating my hips. I threw my head back, gasping. Both sets of eyes were on me. Kiba’s and my brother’s.

Then the real song came on. The one I had been waiting for. It was sexy, it flowed, and it was called Natutrally. And I smiled, free for them both to see.

I threw my head back from side to side, stretching out my back to reveal the expanse of my stomach as my tight vest was hiked up by Kiba’s hungry hands. His long, painted nails slightly scraped across my muscles, and I imagined they were Itachi’s dark, purple nails. I moaned.

I looked across the room where Itachi was drinking something. I begged him with my eyes. Then the bass pumped higher and higher and I broke his gaze when Kiba turned me around, rubbing his erection against mine. I moaned a little louder, but the sound was lost among the music.

I wanted Itachi.

And before I could blink, he was there, pushing Kiba aside. Kiba was about to retort before he saw us look at each other. The gaze was fiery, and it held a lot more passion than others could hold in a lifetime. And Kiba and I both knew something at that moment. I was his.

Kiba took the hint, and walked away grinning again.

Then we were alone. Really alone, as if the whole room was empty; and not packed with young people. We were the only ones on the dance floor. And we danced like it.

Both our bodies melded together, until we were one being, just like in the two things in life that really mattered to us, sex and death.

He grabbed my hips harshly, digging his dark nails into my waist. I moaned, but this time it was for him, and only for him. This passion only belonged to one person. Naturally. Just like the song. I grinded my hips against his and I could feel his arousal there, too. I wondered if he could feel mine just as strongly. He leant his head down to brush his lips against my wet neck, and left his mark. Maybe it was to make sure no more incidents like Kiba happened.

The breathing in the background of the song became my panting, and Ayumi’s voice became desperate as the tone of the song heightened. I understood. I wanted him desperately, too.

He looked me in the eye, the lights swished around us, and the heat from the both of us was almost unbearable.

And as if sensing this, the song abruptly ended, and sadly, so did the moment.

^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^

When the song had ended, I felt like a fish out of water. Suddenly, all the people in the room appeared to us once again. And it was like waking up from a wet dream, still hard. The passionate moment we shared just now eclipsed anything I had ever cared about before now. I’d never felt anything like it before. Well, maybe once. And I remember it well. The first time I had had Sasuke.

Sasuke’s lips were looking like a prime target, so I attacked them, like a ravenous wolf. He tasted of salt, the tangy taste from his sweat mixed with mine. “Let’s go.”

I pulled him to the bar. Sasuke didn’t drink much, but on occasions he did get drunk once in a while. Sasuke was a horny drunk, and there was nothing wrong with that. As long as he was drinking with me. I sat there in retrospect about that thought. It sounded nefarious and responsible at the same time. I laughed out loud and ordered us numerous drinks. It wasn’t good to mix alcohols, but who was counting until tomorrow morning?

Sasuke was well underage, and I knew it. So I gave the bartender an extra twenty under a napkin and he kept quiet about proper adult ID’s.

I was surprised this time about how much Sasuke drank. Four shots of Sake, one large Piña Colada, and a Chocolate Mint Rum.

As I watched him, I fished around in my pocket for my pack of cigs. My fingers tapped it, and wrapped around it, pulling it out. I pulled one out with my lips, and looked for my lighter. The bartender leaned over the counter to light me. I nodded a thank you and took a grateful drag as Sasuke downed his ’61 Imperial. I winced as I remembered what was in it. Let’s see…Banana Liqueur, Blue Curacao, Pineapple Juice, White Rum, 151 proof Rum, and finally…Vodka. I wondered how in the hell Sasuke knew how to order those kind of drinks. Was he an alcoholic?

I laughed at myself. No matter how reckless he acted with me, he was never irresponsible enough to become like that. After all, he had to stay clean, someone in the family had to.

Watching him, I saw his swollen lips wrap around a red maraschino cherry, pink tongue darting out to lick around it, and wet his lips. It disappeared into his mouth, lips closing around it.

And I thought to myself whether Sasuke knew or not how incredibly desirable he was. Even if he did, he seemed to not notice the effects of it. My pants grew tighter just watching him simply eat a cherry! The ash from my cigarette fell onto my hand as the roll of tobacco hung out of my dazed mouth.

Sasuke seemed to be star-craving drunk after all that he had swallowed. But for the rest of my not-so-humble life that after that night, I knew from then on he could hold his liqueur a lot better. I knew when he reached over and plucked the cigarette out of my mouth and languidly took a puff.

His eyes told me the rest. And so did his dirty little mouth.

“Let’s go home, nii-san. I want you to fuck me.” At first I didn’t understand the words the plump lips were making out. My hazy mind took a little time.

I merely got up, ignoring the horrified stare of the bartender, and walked him right out the front door.

I also knew then, that that magical moment on the dance floor where he had seemed like a god had not yet ended.


…No, in fact, it had just begun. The night was still young, after all.


~Owari~

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Ending Notes:

Heya guys, hoped you like this one shot. The point that I wanted to get across here was that passion doesn’t have only one form. That being Sex. I wanted to show that other physical activities can have even better effects…*snicker* Okay, bye then!