Title: A Striptease Torture
Author: mischief maker
Theme: Sexual Kinks: Voyeurism
Rating: R
Author's Notes: This is a prequel of sorts to some other smuttiness I've written for these two. I don't know if I'll ever get tired of writing them. :3 These are for the stages of love community on livejournal, and before I started writing, I thought they'd be too graphic to post here. Guess I really have turned into an R-rated writer. :O They're mid twenties here.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or the song Wet Nightmare by The Cramps, but I do own the cd!

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Ino groaned as their target came into focus. On paper, this assignment was just a standard observation mission, but in reality, it was anything but typical. Spying on a stranger's sad attempts at seduction wasn't how she would've preferred to spend her evening that was for sure.

She turned toward her partner, tossing him the binoculars as she slid down to the floor under the window she'd just been looking through. "Loverboy's still at it," she complained.

Naruto caught them with a grin and took a look for himself. "Damn, he's doing it all wrong. $5 says he resorts to begging."

"Pfft. Do I look like Forehead-Girl? Of course he's going to beg. He'll be lucky to get any even then!"

Naruto snorted in what Ino interpreted as agreement as he continued to watch them. "Oh, wait. Kimono's open, and she's not pushing him away. Prolly took pity on the bastard," he laughed.

Ino shook her head and started leafing through the magazine she'd brought with her. Naruto could keep watch for a while. Amusing as it may be, she had no interest in watching that man fumble his way through sex. It'd probably be over in a few minutes anyway.

Naruto snickered a few times before complaining rather irritably, "Aw, what the hell is that? Weak, man. Totally weak."

Ino glanced at her partner, eyebrow raised and surprised at the annoyance in his voice. She'd heard the rumors about him, how the village troublemaker might as well have a revolving door on his apartment whispered in hushed tones by put-off old women and mocked by disbelieving men. Of course, she'd also heard Sasuke took out the entire Sound village in a blaze of mental illness and had become a drag performer in a seedy, little joint just past the Fire Country border.

Just because people say things doesn't necessarily mean they're true.

The binoculars were suddenly shoved in her face as Naruto sighed in exasperation. "You gotta see this." With a huff, she took them from him, turned around, and found the target thrusting madly into a very bored looking woman. Ino wasn't surprised in the least.

"No foreplay, no dirty talk, nothing but a few gropes," Naruto scoffed. "Pitiful."

Naturally, Ino had never given a second thought to the rumors she'd heard about noisy, obnoxiously overconfident, usually clueless, dead-last Naruto. And now was no different really. Lots of guys talked like they were gods in the sack, but in her experience, few could back it up.

"So what would you have done?" she challenged, glancing at him briefly before going back to watching the sad show in front of them.

"Well, I don't beg for one thing." She could hear the smugness in his voice and couldn't help but snort dismissively, but it didn't deter him in the least. "I start with a look."

Ino glanced over at him, unsurprised at seeing the same grin/leer combo she's seen on dozens of other faces. "And?" she asked, tone bored and eyes back on the target.

"Next, I compliment. Nice smell, legs, …hair." He gave her a pointed look at that last one. "Whatever." Then he was suddenly behind her; she could feel his body heat on her back and his breath on her neck as he continued in a tone she'd never known him capable of. "Then I like to tell them in detail all the dirty things I plan to do to them."

Ino was very, very aware of their close proximity then. "Such as…" she ventured.

Naruto chuckled as his hands landed on the window sill in front of her, trapping her there. His body – solid and radiating power; shinobi, she reminded herself – pressed fully against her back, his mouth a hair's width from her ear as he repeated, "Such as… I'm gonna pin you against this wall right now, tease you 'til you're so wet I can feel it through my pants." His knee slid between her legs then, and she could feel the anticipation heavy in her gut. But he didn't press it high enough to intrude. It was simply there, a promise of what could be. "Then when you can't take it anymore, I'll rip your panties off and fuck you 'til you scream," he rasped, emphasizing the statement with a quick snap of his hips.

At that moment, she had absolutely no doubt he would. The whole world had just been reduced to the two of them right then – mission long forgotten – and the predatory air between them. Ino fought to keep her breathing under control but wondered if it really mattered when her heart was no doubt pounding loud enough for him to hear.

Then just as suddenly, he was gone, slouching against the wall once again with a wide, satisfied grin on his face. "That's what I would've done."

And that was how it all started.