NaruSasu-Middle Child

Chapter 2 - This One (2)

Naruto Pov

"Oi, Naruto, we're running low on supplies and there's some people in our territory sneaking around. We need to take care of it." Shikamaru explains to me. We've known about this other gang for a while, hoping they'd just pass through so they wouldn't cause trouble for themselves.

"Fine,"  I reply, "what do you suggest we do? Our usual place isn't open this late."

"I know a place."

"Will  there be any problems?"

"No, I know the owner. Personally."

"Let's go then, I wouldn't want to bother the other  with a simple task. Plus I can take care of myself, just you and me, let's go."

"Bu-" Shikamaru began. I turned and  gave him a glare. Not anything serious, he's my right hand man of  course, just a little something to let him know that this wasn't up for discussion.

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We finally pull up at a weapons shop I don't recognize and get out of the car. Walking in, Shika behind me, my eyes look around at the diverse  selection in the store.

Not bad. I thought.

My eyes land on an absolutely delicious looking raven. Pale skin, pink lush lips, lean body, plump ass. Beautiful.
He looked up to greet us into the store, I make direct eye contact and I almost jump him right them and there. He has the look. The look that shows when someone's been through some shit. The look that I have, that Shika has, that my whole gang has. The look that only the same people that shared it could recognize it. Our eyes are still locked, he's sending me 'Don't fuck with me' vibes. But that's just on the surface. I know it.

I walk deeper into the store, my shoes the only sound in the air. I lean across the counter, still maintaining eye contact sending him 'I'm going to fuck with you.' vibes. A sparkle in his eye makes me want him even more.

We stare into each other's eyes until I notice the slightest sign of submission.

I knew it. Perfect.

Shika cleared his throat noticing whatever pretty boy and I were going through.

"Hey is Kakashi-san here?" Shika asks.

"No. I know just as much as he does though. How may I help you?" Pretty boy replied with a hint of curiosity in his deep, sexy, smooth, voice. His eyes flickered towards me. I smirked.

Shika asks for the best items in the store so I could choose which ones to order and buy and how many to get. Pretty boy goes around the store, my eyes glancing over his lean body and graceful movements. After 10 minutes, the boy ushered us to a bigger counter where all items we asked to see were laid out to be checked out and to choose which ones we wanted.
I eyed the options until I heard Shika getting annoyed.

"Naruto. This is becoming a drag. Which ones do you want?"

A thought came to mind and I made a mental note in my mind to thank Shika for giving me opportunity.

I look at the counter.

Picking up a case of sand bombs, I began to execute my plan.

"These would be useful to Gaara, he would want these." I move on to a dog vest with pockets for storage. "This, for Kiba, so Akamaru can hold more equipment for him." Next the weight-bombs. "These will be for Lee, he says the ones he already trains with have become light work for him, these are way heavier and more suitable for his preferences. Get the rest of the gang more shuriken and kunai knives."

"And what about you? You obviously have to get something. Which one do you want?" Shika yawns as he pulls out money to pay the price pretty boy rung up for us.

My eyes scanned over the merchandise once more and I glanced up at pretty boy. I made eye contact and slowly made my way behind the counter. I grabbed pretty boy's wrists and pinned them above his head coming really close to his face, my lips barely brushing his.
I smirked seeing him lower his eyes, just barely.

"NARUTO WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Shika began to panic.
I continued to hold pretty boy who was giving a pretty good performance of wanting to escape my grasp.

I looked at pretty boy's pink, lush lips.
He licked them, I was so close, pressed up against him, I could feel his heartbeat.

"Shika, relax. You asked me which one I wanted. Well, I want," I inch my hips closer towards pretty boy's hips, feeling his heart beat faster. "I want this one." I say huskily indicating that I wanted pretty boy.