Seventeen - One-short

On those occasions when he shared a bed with Ino, she told him that she knew who he was in love with; Sasuke, Sakura, Gaara. She told him that the rush of emotion on his sleeve was obvious to anyone who wanted to see it; his own flapping pink cock. She told him that everyone knows enough to fully understand and accept him with his heart as it is. And she let him cry after that. For as long as he needed to, which was a long time. And then she showed him her dungeon and let him trace the secret history of all the people who needed to see her dungeon.

A history like leash marks on the upholstery of the walls.

“What the fuck is that, Ino?”

Ino doesn't answer. She locks the door and puts the lanyard around her neck. She's wearing a black silk kimono, loosely fitting her naked body. The key lies between her breasts. Her magnificent breasts that Naruto has gotten to know very intimately. And had secretly given them names.

Naruto looks around in awe. So much metal and leather. It made sense considering who he realized Ino was. The person she was before the makeup and hair.

The first time they slept together, Ino had made Naruto watch her take off her makeup. And her hair. She told him that she wasn't interested in men who didn't want to fuck when she was ugly. Naruto was intrigued. He stayed to fuck her.

Ino takes off her makeup layer by layer. Naruto is always intrigued by her. She always entices him to stay. Like now. In the underground basement of her house.

“Does your dad know you have all this stuff here?” asks Naruto, laughing. Somehow, he can't imagine Ino's dad walking in here and finding what one would find in a BDSM dungeon.

“We're mind readers, Naruto. Whether he knows it or not, he realizes that I need a place that is mine alone.” Not exactly what he means, though, I imagine.”

Naruto laughs lightly with Ino. He finds that she has a down-to-earth, dry humor that is so unlike her hair and makeup. But she's closer to himself.

They first slept together on the second night after the ordeal with Kakashi and Sakura. He wandered around the village after dark and caught her doing the same thing. He had never thought of Ino as lonely before.

He found out that Ino, before makeup and hair, was a very lonely person who did very lonely things.

They ended up walking together. Telling each other about the past two years. At first Ino was a gossip, which he expected. She tells him about the tragedies and scandals of Konoha with the precision of a well practiced talker. He doesn't believe half of what she tells him. That Shikamaru is in an open relationship with Temari. That Shika is fucking Neji. That Neji is in love with Shika and takes whatever scraps he can get from her. It all sounds ridiculous. And Ino is notorious for twisting the truth. How is he supposed to believe that she was dating Shino. That Shino's artiste with bugs infiltrates bedrooms. That Shino has the biggest dick in all of Konoha. These are ludicrous thoughts. Far-fetched, even. Tenten sleeping with Anko. Lee, the ever-loving virgin, publicly stating that he's saving himself for Sakura; Hinata very privately saving herself for Naruto. Kiba fucks everyone with a pulse, except Shiki.

Although he doesn't believe her - his impulse not to believe Ino after the hair and makeup is somewhat true - he has fun with her. They immediately find it easy to laugh together.

They find themselves at her house. Walking through the front door.

“Ino, your dad.”

“We're mind readers. He'd know even if we used the window. So, as you can see, I allow myself these little rebellions.”

When they reach her room, Naruto is surprised to see her taking off her makeup right in front of him.

“Come in. Close the door. I'm not interested in men who won't fuck me when I'm ugly.”

And he stayed. Watched the pocked circles of makeup being removed and tossed into the trash can. Over and over again. Like preparation. She intrigued him then. And he'd begun to realize that Ino was a woman, not a girl.

Like she is now. Standing at the cellar door like a dungeon master. Ino is a woman with power in her personal space. Naruto realizes that this is the last layer of makeup to be removed.

“Put these shackles on you; I will make you forget Sasuke.”

“That's a bold statement. You want me hanging from the roof on chains?”

“Yes. Now don't ask me again. Do as you're told.”

There was a note of displeasure in Ino's voice. Naruto found himself handcuffing himself to the shackles on the roof. She intrigued him enough that he decided to stay. As did she herself. Ino walks up to him. Examines him like naked flesh for slaughter. As if he were himself before hair and makeup.

She cuts through his clothes with silver scissors. The metal is cold against his warm skin. And the pressure is deliberate. Naruto feels the scissors scrape across his back. He opens his mouth to complain, for she is, after all, tearing his clothes. She puts a cock ring on him, and there is some zest in her gaze. She lifts her head slightly:

“Don't speak unless you're asked.”

Naruto is silent after that. He is silent under the threatening caresses of the ticks. He remains silent as he feels the light strokes on his skin. He is intrigued enough by the pain to stay. Pleasure. He is silent even when the slap of skin against rawhide makes him want to scream. He remains silent until her sharp nails lightly scratch his back. He bites his lower lip until it bleeds and remains silent. Tear stains run down his face, his eyelashes are wet.

“Good boy. You look good with my marks on you.”

Ino licks a trail of blood from Naruto's chin. Traces it to the source on his bruised lip. Sucks on it, bites down on it. Wants more blood.

She tosses back his hair and sinks her teeth into his jugular, making the lightest of punctures. She straddles his cock. Pulsing, flowing, aching.

An ugly display of pain. Pleasure. Intrigued by both, to stay. She presses herself against him, chest and whole body straddling his cock. Naruto thinks he'll die if he doesn't cum.

“I'm going to get it off. Don't cum until I tell you to.”

Naruto almost winks in relief as the ring comes off his cock. But then he remembers he's not relieved, he remembers there's something else like a vise at the base of his cock.

Ino brings over a metal chair and sits down across from Naruto. Her hair is scattered across her shoulders. She spreads her legs and slowly touches herself. They've slept together enough times that Ino knows Naruto likes to watch and be watched. She touches her nipple, arching it in a teasing thrust of her fingers. She slowly strokes the inside of her thigh, spreads her legs wider, sinks into the chair. Naruto sees the hungry, moist blush of her cunt. And it can't be polite. Ino's cunt is fucking gorgeous. Like the woman she is.

When Ino eventually. touches herself. Her clit, her cunt. It's slow and agonizing. Naruto can see it by the flinching of her belly. When she inserts her fingers into herself, four at once, and suddenly Naruto thinks he'll die if he doesn't cum.

Her eyelids are down. Covered by her hood. She's panting at him in a way only Gaara can. She fucks herself, thoroughly. She takes her pleasure, and almost all of his. This is someone who doesn't need him to get what she wants. There's no makeup here. Nothing left but slow heavy breathing.

“Naruto. Come for me.”

And he comes. He comes. For her. Completely forgetting about Sasuke, who he usually cums for. It's as if Ino's tearing voice is the connection between his cock and his pleasure. His pain. He's cumming without even touching her. They're so damn sexy together, he thinks. He's glad he was intrigued enough to fall into this trap.

***

Afterward. They lie in her bathtub together. The steamy water is soothing on his skin.

“I love Sakura,” Ino says, looking up at the ceiling, ”I always have. It's always been her. Even when it was Sasuke. It wasn't like that, not really. I guess I always hoped that Sasuke wasn't really Sasuke to her, either. But it was. He always has been. And it's all good, just hurts in a way that I know only you can understand.

Loving Sakura is hard. Especially when she doesn't want to love herself.

“Does she know?”

“Yes. No. She's my mistress.”

“I thought she was celibate.”

“Yes. She comes to my basement and chains me to the wall. She's fierce, Sakura. She knows exactly what she's doing. Always has. Even the first time it came to her like a maternal instinct. We were fifteen, I think. You had just left. Sasuke had just left. She needed something.”

“How did it start?”

“No one could cheer her up, so I kissed her. Her mom asked me to spend the night at her place and do what I could. She pinned me to her bed, squeezed my wrists and fucked me. She didn't let me touch her once, and she still doesn't. Apparently she's celibate if it's not her who gets fucked. Even if the man she's waiting for to fuck her doesn't care if she's celibate or not. I can see how my story ends. I see the writer who wrote it: Ino will become a housewife for some dull fuck like Cy. And you, lucky you, will probably marry Hinata.”

Ino splashes water on her face. Naruto watches intrigued as she steps out of the tub and throws on a black kimono. He was also fascinated by her actions of putting it on again. Like preparation.

“I know you and Kiba mostly just do each other, but my basement will always be available when you need it.”

And she knows he'll need it. And so does he. Because he wears his emotions on his sleeve, and they splash like pink elephants in the palm of his hand.

Gaara, Sakura, Sasuke. They will need each other through what lies ahead of them. Long after they turn seventeen, Naruto will still be unhooking her basement when he needs to forget Sasuke.