Call my name and save me from the dark

I'm Mr. Loverman, and I miss my lover(,) man

A/N Just Boruto and Shikadai today. Poor lil babies. TW non con drug use/touching

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"Usagi."

Boruto mumbled something incoherent. He didn't want to wake up. Being asleep was nice. All the pain went away. Pain of missing his family, pain in his neck. Guilt.

"Usagi."

No. He'd stay asleep. He was comfortable, somewhat, and time went so much faster when he was-

*crack!*

Boruto's eyes snapped open with a gasp. His cheek was smarting, and his vision blurred with sudden tears before he blinked them back. He'd been slapped before. Sarada had done it, but never so hard, and usually in jest. His dad would smack him up the head, but it was always gentle, just to grab his attention. This one stung.

He blinked blearily up at... Kenji. Still Kenji. He groaned, pushing himself upright a little from his odd, slanted position.

"Get out."

Boruto stared coldly at him. "You drugged me," he muttered. "The hell did you give me?"

"That doesn't matter. Get out of the car," Kenji snapped.

"I'm not moving until you tell me."

"... Rohypnol. Now move."

Rohypnol? He knew that one... oh shit.

He *roofied* him? Christ, this just kept getting worse. It made sense. He couldn't remember a thing after he'd taken the pills out of the glove compartment. His best assumption was he'd taken them, one way or another. He frowned, and glanced up to see Kenji staring down at him. Right. Best keep to his end of the bargain.

Boruto pushed himself out of the car, Kenji shifting ever so slightly to allow him past. Not far enough that Boruto's shoulder and Kenji's midriff didn't brush, however, and Boruto couldn't suppress his shiver. Kenji smirked.

Kenji moved round to the trunk of the car, where he pulled out a shopping bag.

"Pit stop, eh?" Boruto muttered, sarcasm evident. Kenji gave him a sideways glance, and Boruto snapped his mouth shut.

"Put this on," Kenji said, shoving him a wad of fabric from the bag.

Unfurling it, it was a coat. A winter coat. Boruto gave it a skeptical glance. What was he, stupid? It was late spring, and they were in the *desert*. People would notice. But he put it on nonetheless. It was average, a popular one - Boruto swore he'd seen it repeatedly - but out of place in Sunagakure. It worked for him.

He zipped the coat up, noting how it covered all of the bloodstains on his clothes. Examining his face - but it wasn't really *his* anymore, was it? - in the wing mirror, Kenji had wiped off all the bloodstains. There was just one, little problem.

"What about my shoes?" Boruto questioned. Kenji glanced down, surprised. Amateur. He'd forgotten. Rule 101 for disguises was switch every item of clothing. Change your profile. *Especially* if said items of clothing were *bloodstained*.

"Doesn't matter," Kenji murmured. And then he slammed the car boot shut and walked away, and the conversation was over.

Boruto stared down, shuffling his feet. The dried scarlet stood out sharply on the white, and he sighed.

...

"Yes, he's my nephew. I need a two-bed room, please."

"Aw, he looks just like you!" The motel receptionist gushed.

*No I don't.*

"I'll give you room fourteen on the second floor, is that okay? Just up the stairs to your right!" The receptionist smiled sunnily, flashing bright white teeth framed by red lipstick. Her smile faltered at Boruto's scowl.