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Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own Naruto or any of its characters. How depressing is that? Something that cropped up when I was in between consciousness and dreamland. Plotless... as far as I'm concerned, and... general natter. Enjoy. And many thanks to Shaq... who beta-ed this... thing... and yes... if I did own Naruto... there would be a lot of nudity and SasuNaru-ness... but that ain't happening anytime soon... so you'll just have to deal with Moe's scones.
Priceless "Sasuke," someone whispered his name. He planted several more butterfly kisses on the smooth chest beneath him before looking up. Cornflower blue eyes stared at him in groggy need, mirroring his own. He rubbed the length of his body against his lover's and watched with quiet satisfaction as scarred cheeks turned upwards and a strangled moan escaped bruised lips. Slithering up, he captured the half-opened mouth with his own, hungrily swallowing the rest of the drawn out moan. Delving his tongue into the warm, wet orifice, he swept his tongue over everything - memorising every taste and texture. His tongue rubbed and slipped by his lover's tongue, neither backing down from the battle for dominance. The burning in his chest grew as the kiss continued and he stubbornly held on, trying to out kiss the one underneath him. With little choice, his lungs desperately wanted the much-needed oxygen, he broke the kiss and grounded his naked hips against the other's. He smirked against his lover's lips when a soft keening erupted from the loser's throat. An accusing glare fixed itself on his lover's face, trying to burn a hole into his forehead. He allowed himself a smug smirk as he watched those heated eyes close when his hips moved again. "Sasuke," his lover's voice a breathy whine. "You cheated." === Sasuke shot up from his bed, his white tank top and hair plastered uncomfortably to his skin. The sound of his harsh breaths puffed loudly in the room as he tried to get into grips with the situation. His normally sharp eyes were clouded with confusion. He ran a shaky hand through his sweat soaked hair, pulling at the handfuls of dark strands to help tug himself back into reality. "What the hell was that?" he mumbled to the empty room. He let his hand fall limply down into his lap and brushed against something hard. He groaned. The unwanted backwash of the dream swept over his mind, causing his stomach to curl and the lower regions of his body to stiffen further. "Cold shower," he half-choked out, throwing back the covers and making a dash for the bathroom. He ripped his clothes off, nearly tearing his boxers from his legs, and walked straight into the downpour of frigid water. As soon as he was completely in the shower, all he felt was the excruciating stabs sloshing all over him. He hissed in pain and quiet relief when the heat caused by the unwelcomed dream ebbed. Trusting his body just a little more, now that all he felt was the numbing cold, he leaned his forehead against the cool glass and allowed his mind to think. Why was he having those dreams? He scoffed at his own question. It was normal for a seventeen-year-old male to have those kind of dreams, he knew, what with the raging hormones and everything. But it was not normal for a seventeen-year-old male to dream about other guys, right? Hell, it wasn't normal for anyone to dream of that moron in that way period! He pressed his forehead harder against the glass as another wave of images knocked a gasp out of him. The cold water no longer worked, and his lower extremities began to reharden. Why was he getting turned on by him? Him of all people! He let out another groan when his cock demanded his attention and screamed to be touched. Letting out a frustrated growl, he took his time in turning the hot water on, just to spite his body for betraying him. It seemed the cold water was useless in calming down his libido, and he blamed it entirely on his body. He better not be turning into Kakashi, Sasuke thought. At that moment, he had the most horrifying image of himself, ten years into the future with a book that was similar to the Icha Icha Paradise held in his hand and a faint redness tainting his cheeks. He would rather slit his throat with a kunai before letting that happen. The Copy Ninja may be famous, and Sasuke was proud to be one of his students, but he didn't want to inherit the ninja's other attributes. The chidori was enough; he didn't need or want anything else. His encounter with Orochimaru had taught him that particular lesson. The warm water came splashing down, scolding his entire body and the quick change in temperature brought out a small yelp of pain. Damn, he cursed silently. First, he was having extremely disturbing dreams about the stupid annoying moron. Second, said dreams were turning him on, and third, he was becoming perverted and stupid. He fought off the urge to touch himself for as long as possible, but when it became unbearably painful for his gritted teeth and clenched fists, he gave in. As soon as his hands came in contact with his erect flesh, he hissed in uneasy relief. Damn his treacherous body. Damn Naruto for his soft skin and pleasing mewls and... He shook his head. Going there would cause more problems. While he silently satisfied his body's needs, he promised a certain blonde a very gruesome death, or at least a very good, very painful beating the next time Naruto was back in the village. === Training was, as always, uneventful. Very little took place when there was only Sasuke himself and Kakashi. Several years back (after Naruto and his gang of misfits had retrieved him from that incident), it was decided it would be best if the members of Team Seven separated. In Sasuke's opinion, the Hokage only wanted to isolate him so that Kakashi could keep a better eye on him. He had remained as Kakashi's student, while Sakura devoted most of her time learning to become a medic-nin under Shizune. And Naruto... Naruto disappeared shortly afterwards. Leaving behind a short message saying that he was going to travel with 'the pervert-senin' (as he so tactfully put it) to train and see the world. No one questioned the blonde. And Sasuke had to admit, even if it was only to himself, he did somewhat miss the hyperactive idiot. Naruto by all means didn't just disappear for good. He would spend a period of between six months to a year away, but then would return and stay for several months before the whole cycle started again. During the time the loud mouth was back, Sasuke would spend the better part of his training sessions sparring with Naruto. Sasuke had found himself looking forward to these sessions, and had also found himself conversing with the blonde more. It wasn't just throwing insults at each other; there were some discussions on where Naruto had been and what had been taking place while Naruto was away. It was pleasant in a strange way; to be able to talk almost like they were friends. At least, Sakura had been trying to convince Sasuke that there was some semblance of friendship wafting around when he and Naruto interacted. He didn't say anything to disagree with the suggestion, but he also made no move to agree either. For all he was concerned with, Sakura could think what she wanted. Leaping from branch to branch, away from the training grounds, he headed towards a more secluded part of the forest. The area by the river was where he usually trained when he was alone. He would always stay until the last rays of sunlight threatened to disappear over the horizon. Sasuke neared his destination and froze. Quickly concealing his chakra and any other signs that would give away his presence, he perched on a leafy branch and peered down at the bobbing blonde head in the river. When did he return? his mind screamed. "Damn it, pervert-senin!" Naruto all but hollered. "Why the hell did you throw me in the river?!" The slowly emerging teen asked in outrage. Sasuke's gaze flickered to the spiky white hair now coming into view. "Because, brat," Jiraiya shouted back. "You stink!" "What?!" Sasuke cringed. Naruto could be so loud when he wanted to. He watched in quiet amusement when Naruto stood up fully, water coming just below his waist, and sniffed at his waterlogged clothes and armpits. "Pervert-senin, I don't stink!" There was a snort and Jiraiya's voice came again. "Sure you don't, brat." "Stop calling me brat!" Naruto snapped. "I don't stink!" "I'll stop calling you brat after you're clean and presentable. Tsunade's going to give me an earful if she sees you looking like you just crawled out of the sewers," Jiraiya grumbled. "Fine, fine," Naruto hmphed. "I can't believe you're scared of Tsunade-baba." "I'm not scared of her!" Jiraiya growled in annoyance. "Whatever you say, pervert-senin," Naruto sang. "Go for a walk or something. I'm not taking my clothes off in front of you." There was an exasperated sigh, and Jiraiya walked off. He was about to disappear completely from view, but managed to shout "I swear you're worse than a woman, brat!" before he was out of earshot. Naruto uttered a string of colourful phrases and chucked his top over to the riverbank. Sasuke's eyes widened. He knew he should stop looking and leave right now, but something about Naruto undressing was mesmerising. He stared dumbly at the well-defined chest flashing tauntingly his way, and had to swallow the growing lump in his throat when Naruto's pants joined his top. Seconds later, a pair of blue boxers came flying out of the water. Heat rushed to Sasuke's face. His heart pounded loudly in his ears, and his mouth felt suddenly dry. The branch that he held to steady his position was slowly being squeezed to death. Back in the river, Naruto turned around giving Sasuke an eyeful of sun-kissed skin, slim hips and a very, very nice behind. Not knowing that he was being watched, Naruto muttered several more curses and waded to the middle of the river. The water level remained more or less unchanged, and he ducked under quickly fully drenching himself. The tip of Sasuke's tongue peeked out and moistened his parched lips, his eyes never leaving the now dripping Naruto. Rivulets of water caressed their way down Naruto's body, slipping and sliding over smooth tanned skin until finally returning to the river. Naruto's hand moved up hastily to brush the offending hair away from his eyes, and slicked his hair back. His body shuddered from the light breeze. "Stupid pervert-senin. If I catch pneumonia, I swear I'd kick his perverted ass." Quickly, not wanting to dawdle and catch something nasty, Naruto scrubbed himself with his bare hands. Unholy thoughts about those hands and that tantalising body against his own wheedled into Sasuke's mind. Blood rushed down from his reluctantly bowed head to lower parts of his body. His tongue peeked out once more to lap at the sweat on his upper lip. Since when did it get so hot? "Well isn't that a lovely view," an all too familiar voice whispered into his ear. Sasuke almost jumped out of his skin and nearly fell out of the tree. Turning wide horrified eyes to his right, he had never felt such fear of facing his teacher. Kakashi was crouched next to Sasuke, their faces barely an inch apart. There was an ominous glimmer in the Copy Ninja's only visible eye, and Sasuke was sure there was a large predatory smile underneath that mask. His heart stopped. He had been caught gawking and now there was hell to pay. "Are you here to train, Sasuke?" Kakashi asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Sasuke gulped, but nodded numbly in reply. He had to get out of there before Naruto discovered them. Hell, he didn't care if Naruto found Kakashi. As long as he wasn't present, then everything else would be fine. Kakashi was widely known for being a pervert; it wouldn't be surprising to find the man spying on his former student while said student bathed. It was almost logical, in a sick, twisted way. "But I see you were distracted," Kakashi observed, his voice laced with something Sasuke couldn't decipher. "I can understand," Kakashi added as an afterthought. His gaze no longer on Sasuke, but instead trained on a certain blonde's rather exposed back. "Naruto does have a nice - " "Aren't you done yet?!" Jiraiya's voice boomed in the silent forest, almost knocking Sasuke out of the tree once more. Sasuke swore inwardly, and clutched at his chest. He was going to die of a heart attack if they didn't stop doing that. And in response to that thought, there was a loud unearthly scream. Sasuke's and Kakashi's eyes bulged out of their sockets. No male, after having surpassed the age of puberty, could possibly reach that degree of shrillness. Naruto sunk completely into the water until only his head showed, and screeched some more. "What are you doing here?!" "Stop screaming like a girl!" Jiraiya yelled, his ears still ringing from Naruto's piercing squall. "I don't," Naruto began, his voice still several octaves too high before coughing, and forcing it back down. "I mean... I don't scream like a girl!" "Could've fooled me," Jiraiya said sarcastically. "Hurry it up! I've been gone for ten minutes and you're still washing. If I didn't know better, I'd say you were trying to drown yourself." "Shut up!" Naruto growled, still neck deep in water. "Pass me my bag and turn around." Jiraiya said a handful of carefully chosen words, and reluctantly threw Naruto's bag. "Turn around!" "Oh for fuck sake! You ain't some beautiful virgin guarding her virtue!" "Turn around!" Throwing up his hands in exasperation, Jiraiya turned around. "It's not like you have something I haven't seen before, brat!" Naruto ignored the mumbled remark. Wading back to the side of the river, he fished out several items of clothing and started to get out of the water. While Naruto dressed, Sasuke's heart rate increased. Jiraiya-sama was just standing below, right next to the tree he and Kakashi was in. If they were seen now, Sasuke knew he was doomed. There was no doubt Jiraiya-sama was going to say something to Naruto. What would Sasuke do then? Too occupied with his inner turmoil, Sasuke missed the amused expression on his teacher's face. His gaze wandered away from the half-clothed blonde as he tried to formulate a plan that could get him out of this situation. Anything to get him away. The predictions of him picking up several not-so-wholesome traits from Kakashi was slowly coming true. He was already down the irreversible path to pervert-hood without knowing it, and he suspected Kakashi and Jiraiya-sama were going to welcome him into the fold with open arms. Where was that kunai, he wondered briefly. As his thoughts strayed, Sasuke's eyes lowered to peer down at Jiraiya and to make sure the senin wasn't aware of his presence at all. But unfortunately for Sasuke, Jiraiya knew of Sasuke's whereabouts even before he had left Naruto alone to clean. It was at that very moment Jiraiya looked up and caught Sasuke's eyes. Sasuke's breath hitched. A slow uplift of lips was enough to tell him his little secret had been discovered. "Shit."
Author's notes: Well that was that... hopefully more to come later on. Good? Bad? Meh?
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