Irresistible

Love Isnt Meant For Me

Naruto's P.O.V

Addiction. That's my problem. I get addicted to things so fast and then I can't stop wanting it. I thought Sasuke could be my new addiction, but maybe I'm just to fucked up to love. Instead of my arms craving his warmth they crave the warm release of blood, the sting of a needle puncturing my vein.

It's been two months since I came back home with Sasuke. Two months of laughs, love making, therapy, and of course my hidden addictions. Sure I stayed clean for the first two weeks. After that Sasuke trusted me enough to let me out of the house by myself. He trusted me enough to bring the sharp objects back into the house. But I, being the addictive natured son of two heroin addicts, couldn't keep up the good clean boy act anymore.

I started seeing someone, sexually- for drugs. I was cheating on Sasuke with someone I barely knew for a hit of something that was killing me. I am a fucked up human being. I would go out while Sasuke was at school, telling Sasuke I was homeschooling at the local library, to meet up with my dealer in a bar that smelled of weed and sex. My dealer was someone who I wanted to kill, not because he was making me give him my body for my addiction but because I had seen him before- he wasn't a total stranger. He was my foster dads employee. He worked for the man who wanted to sell me. I hated him but the thing he gave me made me keep going to him.

This guy, I think the reason his body touching mine doesn't disgust me is because he reminds me of Sasuke. His features, his skin, his hair... they are almost exactly alike. He's never told me his name, only says I need not know it and to call him mister.

"Back again Naruto?"
I sit down at the bar beside my dealer, my arms itching from not shooting up in two days. I try, I try so fucking hard for Sasuke but it just doesn't work.
"I'm having withdrawals." I whisper glancing over at him. I hear him give a slight chuckle before his hand grabs hold of my clothed cock. "You know how to get it~" he purred into my ear, giving my lobe a bite before pulling away from me and standing up. I followed him into the back, a small hallway- nothing more. He leaned against the wall as I started to unzip my pants. I drop them, boxers and all, before I turned around and placed my hands on the wall. I felt his hand go up my shirt, his fingertips trailing up and down my spin. He unzipped his pants and not long after he rammed into me.

I had never screamed during our sessions because I most of the time was thinking about the guilt I felt for hurting Sasuke like this, but this time- this time was different. I was horny. Sasuke and I hadn't had sex in a week. To make things worst my withdrawal caused me to want sex because it helped with the cravings. Having a dick in your ass will get your mind off that for a while.

The thing is, I wasn't thinking of the Sasuke look a like behind me. I was thinking of Sasuke. I was imagining it was him giving me this pleasure, that it was him moaning my name and not some guy. I pretended that we were in bed at home and not in some crappy cheap bar. I wanted it to be Sasuke and so I came screaming my boyfriends name.

My dealer stopped when he heard that, even though I could feel him filling me up with cum he stopped moving, stopped making any noise.
"What did you just say..?"
I glanced back at him with a confused expression.
"That's my boyfriends name-" I whisper. The man stood there starring at me for what seemed like forever before he pulled out of me and shoved me onto the floor.
"Fuck-" he sighed. He tossed a dose of heroin on the floor beside me as well as a cloth to clean myself up. "There you fucking whore." He stated before giving me a slight kick and walking away.

I couldn't bare to go home right after that. I went to a truck stop to shower. I sat at a table and just watched the passing strangers. I thought about my life. How I watched a stupid addiction kill my life givers and how they had caused my life to be torture and now here I am- sitting in a booth in a truck stop high on the same goddamn drug that ruined my parents life, ruined mine.

Maybe I'm not worth loving, hell maybe I'm not even worth living.

Sasuke's P.O.V

I hadn't been home long before I heard a knock on the door. I figured it was Naruto back from his so called homeschooling. I wanted to believe him, but when your boyfriend ran away for half a year because of drugs it's hard to imagine him bouncing right back to clean and okay especially when he came home every evening with bloodshot eyes and puke and blood on his shirt. He knew he was still wanted so that gave Sasuke hope that maybe he decided to be smart. Doing drugs isn't exactly getting off the cops radar.

"Naruto I was wondering where you we-" I stop as I look up. Instead of seeing blonde hair I seen black. I looked into the eyes of my look alike, my brother.
"Itachi."
"Hello brother. I think we need to have a discussion."