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Nightshade's Shoes

Summary:

Just an exotic dancer and a bouncer having really hot sex. Featuring nonbinary trans-masc Sasuke and Naruto's shoe fetish.

 

☆Complete, Multi-Chapter, All acts are consensual☆

Chapter 1: Black with the Criss-Crossed Straps

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     Naruto couldn't help but watch out of the corner of his eye.

 

     He did his job well, no one could say he wasn't doing it. Not that it took any brains in particular to check ID's and unclip a rope all night long- being a bouncer was pretty fucking boring most of the time, as it turned out. He often found himself wanting someone to start a fight just so he could get a little excitement in his life. Then again, he wouldn't want anything to ruin Nightshade's performance. It was less about not breaking their concentration- the guy was unflappable- and far more about keeping them from joining in a throwdown. Nightshade may look classy in their heels and corset, but deep down, they were the same street fighter Naruto was. 

 

     It was a slow night. Nightshade worked the pole for a group of visiting businessmen. They were in their element. Sweat made their skin shine, their muscles lean but defined, and god were they flexible. They climbed to the top of the pole with an elegance Naruto could only dream of and dropped back down in a series of slow, graceful spins using only their legs, their spine arched all the way back, their hair falling backward and revealing the entirety of their face. They made the raunchy sport of pole dancing seem like art. They were art. Naruto hated having to turn his attention back to the door as a stampede of barely-legal kids came in for a reserved birthday party. He just wanted to watch Nightshade forever.

 

     He checked their ID's. He knew at least two of them were fake. Rather than throw them out, he gave them a stern look and drew X's in Sharpie on the backs of their hands. They pouted miserably, but didn't give him a hard time. If you want drinks, have your friends sneak 'em to you like we did growing up. Earn some skills. He followed the group as they passed Nightshade's station. All of them turned their heads to look, but one in particular paused a moment to stare in awe. Naruto couldn't help but smile. Yep, they're one of a kind. 

 

     The whole place was, really. The Lime was the only "co-ed" strip club in the entire city. Also unique to their establishment was the fact that they mainly catered to the LGBTQ+ crowd. The dancers ranged from typical hunky guys in underwear to drag queens to stone butches to high femmes and everyone in between. Nightshade filled a niche no one else could, and pulled in a more varied crowd than anyone else. They were dark and elegant, effortlessly sophisticated, and they blended the masculine and feminine with a fluidity so smooth that no one at work knew their actual gender. Their customers certainly didn't; it was the fantasy of imagining what they could be that kept them coming. Nightshade was an enigma to everyone except Naruto. Naruto knew Nightshade better than anyone. At the end of the night, they abandoned their stage name for Naruto alone. They left their persona at the door as they fell into his arms, and his only. Naruto couldn't help but feel a little possessiveness over them and their true identity.

 

     Nightshade exiting the stage was Naruto's cue to go. It was Kiba's turn to lock up, so he followed them to the back rooms. No one was bothered by his presence; the other dancers knew he only had eyes for Nightshade, and he had never been anything but respectful toward each and every one of them. In fact, he'd saved several of their asses on more than one occasion. If anything, they all probably felt safer with him around. Nobody ever tried to kick him out, at least.

 

     Nightshade always took the back left corner, so that's where Naruto went. They were wiping makeup off their face; they'd been too far away for Naruto to even notice they were wearing it earlier. They couldn't get it all off, streaks of glittery black still under their eyes, but it would surely come off in the shower when they got home. They greeted Naruto with a little hum as he appeared in the mirror over their shoulder.

     "Good night tonight?" he asked. Nightshade shrugged, running a brush through their hair.

     "Decent for a slow one." A few resentful looks were sent their way. Nightshade was the only one who'd been busy all night, breaks few and far between. Even on their slowest nights, Nightshade made a killing. Naruto understood why it sometimes drew the ire of the others, but he also understood that Nightshade wasn't in this for the money. They genuinely enjoyed their work. The hated having any downtime at all. They thrived on busy nights. They thrived on constant performance. Naruto knew all about stamina, but there was nothing quite like Nightshade on a good night. Their favorite nights were the nights their legs felt too jelly-like to go home in heels, the nights where they were so tired they couldn't even stand up on their own to shower, the nights where they were so exhausted they passed out the moment their head hit the pillow. Nightshade wanted to work, wanted to give their all. Anything less than that simply wasn't enough. It was just the way of things.

     "You'll pick up more on Friday," Naruto assured quietly, careful not to attract more negative attention. Nightshade simply hummed again, exchanging their ear-cuffs with dangly chains for their usual plain black studs. 

 

     They somehow wiggled into a pair of sweats without having to take off their heels- a feat Naruto still could not comprehend- and tossed a heavy black jacket over the corset. Nightshade always came to work dressed beneath regular clothes so they wouldn't have to fully change, so they could keep up the intrigue. And, Naruto knew, maintain their privacy. Nightshade was a professional through and through: none of their colleagues knew their legal name, none of them knew what was in their pants, and none of them knew much of anything about them aside from the fact that when they went home, they went with Naruto. He led them out with a palm between their shoulder blades, their heels clacking along the tile floors leading to the back door. 

 

     The air was cool, but reeking of cigarettes and weed. They ignored it easily- they grew up in apartments that stank of the same or much worse, after all- and Naruto located the car with a press of a button on his keys. Nightshade navigated gravel and crumbling asphalt as if they'd lived their entire life in heels this high. They never once hung their head or averted their gaze. They always walked as if they were in the middle of an extremely important task, focus unwavering, eyes sharp and alert. Naruto loved their intensity. He loved the way they glowed cold under street lamps. He loved the set of their shoulders and the angle of their jaw. He loved them so much.

 

    The pair spent the ride home in companionable silence. Nightshade needed time to slip out of their persona, process the shift, decompress. Naruto could respect that. It had taken a long time for him to learn to be quiet for a while, but now that he could, he found it rather relaxing. Being the one in the driver's seat helped. Except when it began to rain and suddenly other people forgot how to drive. He honked his horn loudly as someone cut him off in a big black truck.

     "Fucking jackass! I got precious cargo in here!" Nightshade smirked. Naruto fumed, turning to yell at them when he realized what he'd said. Instead he ended up laughing. "Well, it's true." They snickered, and Naruto could see the persona slipping away, revealing the real person underneath. Sasuke.

     "I'd hardly consider myself precious cargo. More like damaged goods, really."

     "Damaged, are you nuts? Like, seriously, have you seen yourself in a mirror literally ever?"

 

    Sasuke shifted in his seat, propping his foot up on the inside of the car door with a little snort in lieu of a real answer. The rest of the ride was as quiet as it had begun, and just as comfortable. Sasuke seemed a little more relaxed, if not a bit tired. Naruto stole glances at his foot in the door a red lights, admiring the curve of his calf in heels, fantasizing about what they could do in the privacy of their own home.

 

     Naruto knew when they got into the apartment that Sasuke would want to head straight for the shower. He was already stepping out of his sweatpants, and about to bend down and unstrap his heels. Naruto stopped him with a firm grasp on his elbow. His eyes were hungry, and Sasuke knew exactly what that look meant. He smirked, tilting Naruto's chin up and slowly closing in for a kiss. Naruto purred, wrapping his arms around Sasuke's waist. His fingers traced the boning of the corset, loving the feeling of lace against his skin, and one hand quickly found its way to Sasuke's ass. He nibbled Naruto's lip as he pulled away.

     "How do you wanna do this?" he asked, his breath fluttering hot against Naruto's ear as he ran his teeth along the edge of his lobe.

     "Fuck, S-Sasuke... Wanna be inside you..." He smirked.

     "Well? What are we waiting for?"

 

     In an instant they were in the bedroom, lips locked together. Sasuke's hands pushed up beneath Naruto's shirt. He broke the kiss to toss it over his head. Sasuke purred, hands roving appreciatively over Naruto's pecs. He couldn't help himself; Naruto kissed the corner of his mouth, down his jaw, his throat, pulling a light moan from somewhere deep in Sasuke's chest.

     "So beautiful," he breathed, raking his hands through Sasuke's hair, his back, over his ass. Sasuke smirked, leaning down to return Naruto's affections with kisses all over his face and love-bites along his neck.

     "Bed?"

 

     Naruto nodded, letting Sasuke lead him toward the bed through their kisses. The backs of Naruto's knees hit the edge of the mattress, and he sank down on it, gazing up at Sasuke with unconcealed adoration. 

     "You're dressed to kill," he noted. Sasuke snorted.

     "You say that every time."

     "Do I? Must be true, then."

 

     Sasuke shook his head, feigning an annoyance his fond smirk betrayed, settling into Naruto's lap as if it were made to seat him. They kissed deeply, tongues brushing. Naruto ran his hands up the length of Sasuke's thighs, calloused fingers catching softly on sheer black thigh-high socks. His thumb traced a line beneath the hem of skimpy booty shorts, leathery on the outside but soft fabric inside. They parted to breathe, foreheads pressed together. Naruto's eyes asked permission before his mouth could. Sasuke nodded to the unspoken question. A feral smirk bloomed on Naruto's lips.

 

    He swung Sasuke around and pinned him down on the bed. He tasted every inch of his neck and shoulders, careful not to leave marks. Sasuke panted softly beneath him, clearly worked up but trying to hide it, and Naruto couldn't suppress a smirk. I'll have him begging for me soon... He felt his way down Sasuke's corseted torso, over the shorts, down strong legs, and finally, finally, to the heels he loved so much. He picked up Sasuke's left foot first, cradling the back of his ankle in one hand and tracing the straps criss-crossing the top of his foot with the other.

    "So gorgeous for me..." He drew his tongue over the straps, holding Sasuke's foot still by the sharp column of the stiletto. Naruto knew he was making obscene noises, but he didn't care. He loved these fucking shoes, he loved them on Sasuke, he loved Sasuke

 

     He mouthed a path all the way up Sasuke's leg, stopping just shy of his crotch. He nosed the fabric at his hip teasingly, switching to crawl down his other leg. Sasuke's fingers dug into the mattress, trying to suppress the fact that he was shaking with anticipation. Naruto gazed at him from beneath his eyelashes, taking the right foot and licking the straps of that shoe, too. The feeling of warm leather on his tongue, the way the stiletto cut just a little into his palm with his hard grip, the knowledge that if Sasuke wanted he could kick the ever-loving shit out of him with those heels... It was too much. I can hold back anymore...! 

     "Sasuke," he called huskily. Obsidian eyes turned downward, fixed intensely on Naruto's face through the veneer of lust. "I want you."
     "I'm yours to take."

 

      His response was instant. No hesitation, no doubt. Nothing but trust. 

 

      Naruto pulled Sasuke into his arms as he stood. Sasuke's hands were needy in his hair, his demand loud without words as their lips met with bruising force: fuck me. Naruto worked his fingers through the laces in the back of Sasuke's corset, the knots coming loose and freeing Sasuke's torso. Bare skin, hot to the touch, soft with hours of sweat. Naruto didn't mind, laying Sasuke back on the bed to pull down his shorts. Sasuke helped him maneuver them around the heels, keeping them on as the shorts drifted to the floor. When Sasuke had gotten a bottle of lube, Naruto had no idea, but he poured it over his own fingers with a smolder in his eyes. Naruto groaned as he watched Sasuke's slick fingers work himself open, his face flushing a shade of red so deep Naruto would have worried if he didn't know better. He kissed his way around Sasuke's foot, his cock growing so hard it ached. 

      "Alright, enough of that," Naruto said, finally grabbing Sasuke's wrist. He raised a brow, but rubbed the slick over Naruto's cock without hesitation, making full eye-contact. Naruto shuddered.

 

      Sasuke was ready for him. He slid in easily, earning a loud moan from Sasuke as he bottomed out.

     "F-fuck... Naruto...!" Sasuke hooked his ankles behind Naruto's back. The stilettos scraped across his lower back, pulling a loud moan out of him. He leaned forward, latching onto Sasuke's throat in an effort to quiet himself as he started thrusting in and out. His body was warmer than warm, a pulsing tunnel of heat. Naruto couldn't get enough, wanted to taste and touch and fuck, but he was too impatient. Sasuke couldn't last that long, either. His breaths were labored. His blush had crept all the way down his neck and bloomed across his chest. His hands curled into fists near his head, tossing it to the side as he moaned again, his hair splayed out over the sheets. It spurred Naruto on, making him thrust faster. "Naruto...!" He released Sasuke's throat and pushed forward, folding him nearly in half, and the stilettos ended up beside Naruto's ears. He rubbed his face against the side of Sasuke's foot, gazing upon the dark bruise he created. Oh well. That's what makeup's for... Sasuke's nails dug hard into the mattress, his head craned back as he moaned. "Naruto... Naruto...!"

      "Sasuke...!"

 

      Naruto's vision swam, pleasure coiling hot and tight inside him. Sasuke's body clenched, and he didn't moan so much as gasp. The noise sent Naruto spiraling into ecstasy, spilling himself deep inside him. He didn't consciously bring his hands back to Sasuke's feet, but he found himself gripping Sasuke's ankles, his thumbs hooked under the straps. He gave each ankle one last, sloppy kiss before he pulled out. Sasuke groaned as he stretched his legs behind him, rolled his hips forward, arched his back. Naruto cringed at the way his joints cracked in quick succession.

     "Why the fuck do you sound like a bowl of Rice Krispies?" Sasuke snorted to cover a laugh.

     "I just worked a pole for six hours and got bent in half, bitch. I'll snap, crackle, pop as much as I want."

 

      Naruto chuckled, settling on the bed beside Sasuke. He brushed his fingertips over the bruise on his throat.

      "I'm gonna get you back for that." Naruto grinned wickedly.

      "Promise?"

 

     He laughed as Sasuke swatted at his head, clearly too tired to do much more than that. He shivered a little.

    "Cold?" Naruto asked.
    "Leaking."
    "Ah. Shower?" Sasuke eyed him suspiciously.

    "No funny business." Naruto made a cross over his heart.

    "No funny business," he agreed. Sasuke smiled, rolling onto his side just long enough to press a chaste kiss to his lips.

    "Love you, moron."
    "Love you, bastard."