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Sasuke leaned against the polished bar counter, the dim amber lights of the upscale lounge casting long shadows across his sharp features.
A half-empty glass of whiskey dangled from his fingers, the ice clinking softly as he swirled it. He wasn't here to get wasted.
He was just here to unwind after a brutal week of boardroom battles and endless Alpha posturing. His dark eyes scanned the room out of habit, landing on the blonde across the way.
The guy radiated pure sunshine in a sea of muted grays. Tan skin glowed under the low lights, vivid blue eyes sparkled with mischief, and those bizarre whisker-like marks etched across his cheeks somehow made him look... endearing. Cute, even.
Sasuke smirked into his drink. Definitely an Omega or maybe a Beta playing dress-up. The kind who fluttered around Alphas like him, all wide-eyed submission. But this one? He moved with a swagger that didn't quite fit the mold.
Then, those blue eyes flicked up, catching Sasuke's stare dead-on. A slow, teasing grin spread across the blonde's face.
Trouble.
Sasuke's pulse kicked up a notch as the man sauntered over, hips rolling with effortless confidence. He slid onto the stool next to Sasuke without invitation, signaling the bartender with a lazy wave.
"Another whiskey for my new friend here," the blonde said, voice warm and rough like sun-baked gravel. His gaze slid to Sasuke's glass, pretending ignorance. "What's that you're nursing? Looks strong."
Sasuke arched a brow, unbothered. As fingers brushed his while 'accidentally' steadying the glass—subtle, but not really—heat sparked under his skin. Bold move.
He met the touch with a cool stare. "You know damn well what it is."
The blonde chuckled, low and throaty, withdrawing his hand but not the challenge in his eyes. "Guilty. Name's Naruto. And you look like you could use some company that's not brooding silently."
"Sasuke," he replied curtly, cocky tilt to his lips. Alphas didn't chase; they commanded. "And I don't need company. Especially not from someone acting like they own the place."
Naruto's laugh barked out, genuine and loud, drawing a few glances. "Oh, come on, pretty boy. That arrogant glare? Classic Alpha move. Like you're God's gift and we're all supposed to kneel. Loosen up."
Sasuke's jaw tightened, offense flickering through his chill facade. No one called him out like that. "Didn't peg you for the type to mouth off. Thought you Omegas knew better... sweet smiles and batting lashes, right?"
Naruto threw his head back, laughter booming again. He leaned in closer, whiskey breath mingling with something spicier, more primal. "That's where you're wrong, teme. Dead wrong."
Sasuke's eyes narrowed, intrigue sharpening into something hotter. "What do you mean?"
Blue eyes locked on his, unblinking, that teasing grin turning predatory. "I'm an Alpha. Same as you."
The world tilted. Sasuke's mind blanked, whiskey forgotten mid-sip. Alpha? No fucking way. The scent hit him then—musk and fire, thick Alpha pheromones rolling off Naruto in waves he'd stupidly ignored amid the bar's haze.
Taboo. Wrong. Alphas didn't eye each other like this. Society's rules screamed it: pair with Omegas, dominate Betas. Not this.
His instincts roared denial even as his blood heated. "You're full of shit."
Naruto shrugged, utterly chill, sipping his own drink. "Nope. One hundred percent Alpha. Your place or mine?"
Sasuke blinked, brain short-circuiting. "You're an Alpha."
"Yeah." Naruto's tone stayed light, eyes darkening with intent.
"I'm an Alpha."
"Yeah, I can tell. That stick-up-your-ass vibe? Screams it."
"We're both Alphas." Sasuke's voice dropped, testing, denial cracking at the edges.
Naruto leaned in, voice a husky drawl. "So what? Live a little. Unless you're scared. I live in apartment 305, the complex on Elm."
He gave him a challenging smirk and turned on his heels, leaving the club.
Sasuke's hackles rose, arrogance flaring. Scared? Him? He shoved back from the bar, chair scraping.
"This is insane." But even as he snarled it, his feet betrayed him, carrying him toward the exit. Naruto's place. He wouldn't go. Wouldn't entertain this madness.
Turn around, idiot.
Yet minutes later, he stood before a sleek apartment door in the high-rise across town, fist hovering.
Fuck it.
He rang the bell.
The door swung open, revealing Naruto fresh from a shower—hair damp and tousled, clinging to his broad shoulders.
A loosely tied bathrobe hung open at the chest, exposing tan, muscled planes glistening faintly. That lazy, teasing smile curled his lips. "Almost thought you chickened out, teme."
Sasuke rolled his eyes, shoving past with a deliberate shoulder bump, the contact electric. "Shut up."
Naruto closed the door with a dramatic sigh, feigning shock. "Wow, okay. That's rude. Typical Alpha barging in like you own the damn place."
Sasuke shrugged off his jacket, tossing it over a chair in the modern, open loft.
Minimalist furniture, city lights twinkling through floor-to-ceiling windows.
The jab slid off him like water; he was unbothered, in control. Always. "And you don't act like one. All talk, no bite."
Naruto sauntered closer, robe shifting dangerously low. "God forbid I actually have a personality instead of grunting orders like every other knothead Alpha out there."
Sasuke's eyes narrowed, dark and stormy, the air thickening with tension. Pheromones clashed—Sasuke's cool cedar smoke against Naruto's wild citrus blaze. Inches apart now, heat radiating. "You talk too much."
Naruto's grin turned wicked, stepping into Sasuke's space, chest brushing chest. "Then shut me up."
Sasuke snapped. His hand shot out, fingers tangling in wet blonde strands, yanking Naruto forward.
Their mouths crashed together—hard, demanding, all teeth and fire. Naruto growled into it, kissing back with equal ferocity, hands gripping Sasuke's hips to pull him flush.
Tongues battled for dominance, slick and insistent, breaths ragged between nips at lips and jaws.
Sasuke's free hand fisted the bathrobe, tugging it open further, palms sliding over heated skin. Naruto's nails dug into his back, urging deeper, the kiss turning filthy-wet, endless, electric tension finally igniting.
They broke only for air, foreheads pressed, panting. But Sasuke didn't let go. Not yet.
Their breaths mingled hot and heavy, foreheads still locked, the air between them crackling like a live wire.
Sasuke's grip tightened in Naruto's damp hair, pulling just enough to tilt that smirking face up. Dark eyes bored into blue, challenge unmet.
Then Naruto surged forward, claiming Sasuke's mouth again—deeper this time, tongues sliding slick and demanding, stubble scraping as lips bruised.
Sasuke growled low, matching the aggression, one hand dropping to fist the open bathrobe and yank Naruto closer.
Fabric whispered to the floor as Naruto shrugged it off mid-kiss, but Sasuke barely registered.
Heat poured off the blonde's bare skin, pheromones thickening the room—sharp citrus punch clashing with Sasuke's own smoky edge, both Alphas marking territory in the most forbidden way.
Naruto broke the kiss with a nip to Sasuke's lower lip, hands shoving at his chest. "Couch," he rasped, voice gravel-rough. Before Sasuke could retort, strong palms propelled him backward.
He landed with a controlled sprawl on the plush leather sectional, legs splayed, watching as Naruto loomed above him.
That teasing smirk widened, blue eyes gleaming with victory.
Fingers toyed with the robe's sash, already loose, tugging it free in one deliberate pull.
The fabric pooled at Naruto's feet, leaving him stark naked.
Tan skin gleamed under the loft's soft lighting, still damp from the shower, droplets tracing rivulets down defined pecs and over rippling abs. His body struck perfect balance—not the bloated bulk of gym-rat Alphas, nor the wiry leanness of runners.
Broad shoulders tapered to a narrow waist, thighs thick with power, calves corded. And there, jutting proud from blond curls at his groin, his cock stood rigid, thick vein pulsing along the length, a fat bead of precum pearling at the slit and dribbling down.
Sasuke's breath snagged sharp in his throat.
His gaze dragged over every inch, heat flooding south despite the screaming wrongness in his head.
Another Alpha. Hard for him. Disgusting.
Shame twisted in his gut—Alphas didn't crave this, didn't get rock-hard staring at another knot swelling under slacks.
But fuck, arousal crashed through like a tidal wave, cock throbbing painfully against his zipper, pre-cum soaking through.
Naruto's smirk deepened, reading every flicker on Sasuke's face. He stepped forward, knee nudging Sasuke's thigh apart before swinging a leg over to straddle his lap.
Weight settled heavy and hot, hard cocks brushing through fabric—electric jolt making Sasuke hiss.
Naruto dove back in, mouth sealing over Sasuke's in a messy clash of lips and teeth, hips grinding down once, twice, smearing that slick precum across Sasuke's clothed bulge.
Sasuke kissed back fierce, hands roaming up Naruto's sides, thumbs digging into hip bones, nails scraping lightly over sweat-slick skin.
The blonde's fingers worked fast—yanking Sasuke's shirt up and over his head, tossing it aside. Cool air hit Sasuke's chest, nipples peaking under the assault of Naruto's palms sliding over them, pinching roughly.
But Naruto didn't linger. He slid off the lap in a fluid drop, kneeling between Sasuke's spread thighs on the soft rug. Sasuke's legs parted wider on instinct, boots scraping the floor.
Fingers fumbled at his belt—clink of buckle, rasp of zipper—then yanked pants and boxers down just enough. Sasuke's cock sprang free, heavy and flushed, tip glistening with his own arousal.
Naruto's hot breath ghosted over it first, blue eyes flicking up with that infuriating tease.
Then his mouth descended—lips wrapping the head, tongue swirling flat over the slit to lap up precum.
Sasuke's eyes slammed shut, head thudding back against the couch.
Fuck.
Warm, wet suction pulled him in deeper, cheeks hollowing as Naruto bobbed slow, deliberate, humming around the girth.
Infuriating.
The dobe was too damn good—tongue tracing the underside vein, lips stretching wide, one hand stroking the base in lazy twists.
Sasuke cracked an eye open to glare down. Naruto smirked around his cock, eyes watering just a fraction but sparkling with mischief, sucking sloppy and teasing, popping off to drag teeth lightly over the frenulum.
Impatience boiled over. Sasuke's hand dove into blond spikes, gripping tight—fingers curling painful-close to the scalp.
He shoved down hard, cock breaching the back of Naruto's throat in one brutal thrust. The blonde's nose buried in dark pubic hair, throat convulsing around the intrusion.
A muffled hngh-laugh vibrated up Sasuke's length, sending sparks straight to his balls.
No gag, no choke—just eager swallow, Adam's apple bobbing as Naruto took it all. Blonde lashes fluttered, but he held, throat milking rhythmically.
Naruto pulled back enough to garble words around the shaft—wet, slurred: "Yewr an ashhole (You're an asshole)."
Sasuke's hips bucked involuntarily, lips curling in a sneer. "Shut up. Use that pretty mouth for what it's good for."
Naruto's response? Dive back down, throat opening wide, head bobbing faster now. Slurps and gags filled the room—filthy, wet sounds as spit dribbled down Sasuke's sack, pooling on the couch.
Sasuke's eyes rolled back, toes curling in his boots, thighs quaking. Best goddamn blowjob of his life—tight, hot, relentless suction dragging him under.
Naruto's free hand worked his own cock lazily at first, but then shifted—two fingers circling his own puckered hole, slick with spit from his chin, pushing in knuckle-deep.
He scissored himself open right there, ass clenching visibly, other hand pumping Sasuke's base.
The sight snapped something primal. Sasuke's balls drew tight, pleasure coiling vicious at his spine. "Close—fuck, gonna—"
Naruto heard it, moaned around the cock, and went harder. Throat fucking himself on it now, nose grinding pubes, fingers plunging deeper into his own ass—three now, stretching wide, prostate nudging audible in his hums.
Sasuke shattered. Hips snapped up, cock pulsing as ropes of thick cum flooded Naruto's throat.
The blonde swallowed greedily—gluck-gluck-gluck—milking every drop, tongue pressing the vein to wring out more.
Sasuke rode it out, vision whiting, grip bruising Naruto's scalp until the last spurt.
Naruto pulled off slow, lips shiny with spit and cum, swallowing the final traces with a satisfied hum. He licked clean the softening cock, then rose slightly, fingers still buried in his ass, cock leaking steadily onto the floor.
Since childhood, Naruto had known he didn't fit the Alpha mold.
Other Alphas postured, wrestled for dominance, dreamed of knotting Omegas into submission.
Him? He'd watch from the sidelines, craving the flip—the thrill of yielding, of being filled, taken.
Nights alone, he'd fantasize about heats that weren't his, about swelling bellies heavy with pups, the ultimate surrender.
Presenting as Alpha crushed that dream, branded him 'wrong.'
Society sneered at Alphas who knelt.
But Naruto embraced it. Bent it to his will. Submitting didn't weaken him—it freed him.
And with Sasuke? Fuck, it felt right.
Naruto's fingers slipped free from his ass with a wet pop, three digits slick and shining. He rose from his kneel, cock bobbing heavy between his thighs, untouched but leaking steadily.
Blue eyes locked on Sasuke's spent length—still thick, twitching back to life already under the blonde's hungry stare. Naruto gripped the base, stroking firm to coax it harder, thumb smearing residual cum over the head.
Sasuke watched, chest heaving, dark gaze hooded. His cock stiffened quick in Naruto's fist, veins bulging anew.
No words—just raw need thickening the air, pheromones spiking sharper, Alpha scents warring and blending into something intoxicatingly wrong.
Naruto swung a leg over again, straddling wide. One hand braced on Sasuke's shoulder, nails digging half-moons into pale skin. The other guided Sasuke's flushed tip to his rim—puckered hole still loose from fingering, glistening with spit.
He sank down slow, inch by burning inch, biting his lower lip bloody to stifle the whine clawing up his throat.
Fuck.
Sasuke's cock stretched him wide—thicker than the other Alphas Naruto had bent for, longer too, the girth splitting him open like it was made for this.
Those past fucks? Solid, yeah—decent pricks pounding him raw in backrooms or alleys.
But Sasuke? He filled every crevice, nudged spots no one else reached, pressure blooming hot behind Naruto's balls.
Sasuke groaned deep, hands clamping Naruto's hips bruising-tight. Heat enveloped him—velvet walls clenching vice-like, sucking him deeper. Too good. Unnaturally tight for an Alpha hole, rippling massages dragging along his shaft.
All shame evaporated; only this mattered—plunging balls-deep into another Alpha's greedy ass.
Bottomed out, Naruto paused, forehead dropping to Sasuke's collarbone, breath ragged.
Then he lifted—slow drag up, rim clinging—before slamming down. Again.
Riding hard now, thighs flexing, ass slapping Sasuke's lap with lewd paps. Sweat slicked their skin, tan over pale, muscles rolling under each bounce.
Sasuke's head lolled back, eyes slitting at the rhythm.
So fucking good.
Naruto rolled his hips expert—grinding circles on the downstroke, prostate pegged perfect, drawing grunts from Sasuke's throat.
Hands roamed; one tweaking Naruto's nipple hard, the other slapping his ass cheek red.
Control snapped. Sasuke surged up, flipping them in a tangle of limbs.
Naruto hit the couch on his back, legs splayed wide, Sasuke's cock never leaving—thrusting deep on the pivot.
He hooked Naruto's knees over his elbows, folding him near double, and fucked. Brutal snaps—hips pistoning, balls smacking taint, couch creaking under the assault.
Naruto's arms snaked around Sasuke's neck, yanking him into a sloppy kiss.
Tongues dueled messy amid moans spilling free—high, broken from Naruto's throat. Legs locked vise-tight around Sasuke's waist, heels digging his ass to pull harder, deeper.
"Yes—fuck, right there—"
Sasuke broke the kiss to nip jaw, neck, sucking marks into tan skin. Pressure coiled vicious in his gut, balls tightening.
He wrapped a fist around Naruto's neglected cock—thick, veiny, dripping profusely—and jerked rough. Twist at the head, thumb over slit, pumping in time with his thrusts.
Naruto's eyes rolled back white, spine arching off leather. Dual assault wrecked him: fist stripping fast, cockhead battering prostate relentless.
"Shit—Sasuke—gonna—" Body seized, ass clamping down like a fist.
The sight fueled Sasuke feral—blonde wrecked, mouth slack, cock pulsing in his grip. Turned him on savage; he could blow from this alone.
His own base swelled—knot inflating, thick ridge blooming at Naruto's rim. Knots locked Omegas, pumped seed to breed.
But here? Shoving into another Alpha. Taboo burned sweet; he craved popping it inside, claiming regardless.
Naruto sensed it. He could feel the knot stretching his ring obscene. Eyes cracked open, glazed.
"Knot me," he gasped, heels spurring. "Please—knot me, Alpha."
Permission shattered restraint. Sasuke rammed forward—short, grinding bucks forcing the knot past resistance. It popped in, ballooning full, sealing them airtight.
Naruto shuddered violent, walls spasming, milking savage. Sasuke came roaring—hot jets flooding deep, knot pulsing with each spurt, overflow leaking despite the lock.
His arms buckled; he collapsed chest-to-chest, panting ragged into Naruto's neck. Bodies fused, knot throbbing, aftershocks rippling.
Naruto came seconds later—ropes splattering their abs, fist squeezing the last drops.
They lay locked twenty minutes, breaths syncing slow. Knot deflated eventual; Sasuke pulled free with a gush of cum, both hissing. Naruto stretched languid, ass gaping, seed trickling down crack.
"Bath," Naruto mumbled, hauling Sasuke up. They stumbled to the en-suite, massive glass shower steaming quick under hot spray.
Second round ignited fast.
Water cascaded, Naruto braced palms to tile, ass out. Sasuke soaped his hole loose, fingers plunging cum-slick, then mounted—fucking steady under the downpour.
No knot this time; quick, brutal chase to mutual release, Naruto's cries echoing off marble.
Dried off loose, Sasuke tugged on clothes—shirt rumpled, pants zipped crooked. Naruto lounged naked on the bed's edge, smirking lazy, fresh marks blooming purple on his throat.
"Hit me up if you want round three," Naruto drawled, blue eyes twinkling. "Door's always open for you."
Sasuke rolled his eyes, feigning exasperation—arms crossed, Uchiha cool intact.
But corner of his mouth twitched. It was a secret smirk, closest he got to grin.
Idiot.
He turned for the door, steps deliberate.
He'd be back. No question.
The End.