Title: Walking on Water

Disclaimer: I do NOT own these characters. If I did, I highly doubt I'd ever leave my room ;) Not to mention the fact it would be way more homosexual. Damn reality -_-
Pairings: Sasuke/Naruto… yum ;D

Chapter: 1/ until someone doesn't want to read it anymore. That's how it might have to go for a while at least.

Title: Thin Ice

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I felt nothing; the emptiness of the black surrounded my head and clouded any sort of emotion. It felt greedy, lust-driven, and mesmerizing. I could smell the faint scent of lavender in his hair. I let my nose take that scent in, hold it, and breathe it out slowly so not to miss a single ounce of it. His body fit together with mine; like a puzzle piece. I didn't think I belonged anywhere else but his safe arms.

I awoke the next morning, breath heavy, sweat dripping down my face. It was all just another dream. "What's going on with me," I say to myself. "Shake it off, Uchiha. You're straight. You're fucking straight. You don't even know this guy so why do you keep having dreams about him?"

I look next to me. Tonight's latest squeeze is sleeping next me, nuzzled close to my chest. I could hear her light snoring. The obvious mess in her hair caused from last night's episode. I've been getting more promiscuous lately. I've noticed that. I'm not exactly sure why either. I just have been. I hear a knock at my door. Awe fuck. Busted. Dad walks in the room, sees the girl on my bed, rolls his eyes, gives me 'the look', and walks out. Great. That's just what I need right now; my dad bitching at me that I've brought home another girl. I shake the girls arm. Sad part; I don't even remember her name. "Hey wake up," I say as I nibble on her ear. Girls seem to like that for some reason. I've found out. "We've been busted. My dad just walked in."

She wakes up quick. "Oh my god," she says, getting up from the bed, walking around searching for her clothes, "I didn't mean to get you into trouble."

I stand up and walk over to her, press her against me, and smile at her. "It's all right. He didn't seem too angry with me. Are you all right?"

She pushes me down on the bed, kisses my lips, and smiles. "I am now. I will see you again right?"

"I think I could arrange that."

She presses her lips against my neck, nibbles up and down, kissing tenderly, before her mouth works down on me. "Keep yourself quiet," she says gingerly.

I lick my lips. Damn I'm a sucker when women tease me like that. I think she could tell I was biting my lip. She taunts me because of that. Not to be grotesque, but she has the most amazing tongue of any girl. And one guy. Drunken nights are never a good idea; especially when you've had three shots of 100 proof. She comes back up, slightly dripping from her mouth. I flip her off me, laying on top of her. "You've done it now," I tell her before, exerting my dominance over her.

After she gets up, fully clothed, and walks out the backdoor, dad finally comes downstairs. I already knew I was in trouble. It didn't take much to figure that out. "You've really done it now, boy. How many times do I have to walk in on you? Wait don't answer that." He was obviously trying to think of words to punish me on the spot. "Sasuke, you've been more… sexually active lately and I'm concerned it's something other than you're just 'wanting action' all the time."

"If I ever hear you say that again, I think I might go celibate."
Dad rolls his eyes and continues. "How many girls have you been with this last two months? Wait don't answer that either." Dad paces around the kitchen as I watch him the whole time. "If you bring home another girl again and I catch you, I'm going to take your car keys."
"That's a little extreme, don't you think?"

"Sasuke, this isn't healthy. I don't want to hear this answer but I need to ask; how many girls have you been with? Do you remember their names? Do you even remember what they look like? I mean, I know sex can be great but it's meant to be special between two people that love each other… and actually KNOW each other's names. What was her name?"

Shit, I knew he was going to say that. I had to think about it. I met her last night at the game, she told me she was a sophomore, had blue eyes, dark hair, was wearing her initials as a necklace… "Yumi!"

"And how long did it take you to come up with that answer?"

All right, now I'll be honest. "A little too long dad. I'm sorry. I know that's probably not healthy." I had to make him think this was working on me. Show I cared a bit what he was trying to get across, even though this time I was tuned out. "I'll try to calm it down a bit."

"Please do. I'm tired of washing your sheets and finding rather 'sticky' fluids. Please tell me you're at least being safe."

"There's four boxes of condoms in my nightstand drawer and two more in my dresser drawer; two of them are latex-free just in case. Yeah dad, I'm being safe. Trust me. I learned the mess you can get into."

"If you did, then you wouldn't be having sex in the first place."

"Dad."

"I'm just saying. Now get in the shower and get ready. You've got work today. Your boss called me this morning to let me know."

"You offered me up, didn't you?"

"You'll need the extra money if you plan on going to college."

"Fine. What time do I need to be in?"

"Noon."

I look at the clock and look at dad with cold eyes. "An hour?"

"Run fast."

I run back up the stairs, grab my work clothes and cell phone, grab my towels from the closet along with my shoes, run to the bathroom, turn on the shower, strip off my clothes, grabbed my tooth brush and tooth paste, and razor before jumping in the shower. Thankfully my face wasn't too bad today. I rush to wash my hair, wash my body, brush my teeth, and jump out to get dressed. I grab some cover-up to hide the teeth marks and one hickey on my neck before tying my shoes and put my cell phone in my pocket. I run back to my room to grab my keys and run back down the stairs. I stop in front of dad. "How much time do I got now?"

Dad stops drinking coffee and reading the newspaper. "20 minutes. Better than you usually do. Make sure you find better cover-up. Your boss is going to kill you for that mark on your neck."

"I told her to put that lower but she…"

"I don't need to know."

I smile and walk out the front door to my car, parked on the curb.

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"Nice neck this morning," Kiba says to me when as we sweep up cereal. "How was it last night?"

"If you combine the best porno movies together and replace them by two teenagers, it was kind of like that."

"Ooh kinky." Kiba was, for the lack of the word, a 'born-again' virgin. He made a promise to his mother to wait until after graduation to have sex again. I guess she thought it helpless to ask to wait until he was married. Considering his high sex drive, I'm surprised he even lasted this long. "I fucking hate this."

"You've got seven more months. Just relax."

"That's just it. I'm losing my mind. It's hard to be around guys like you, who can bag any chick they want and get all the action they want."

"Not everyone can be as skilled as me."

Kiba hits my shoulder jokingly. "Don't bust my balls. I'd like to see you stay celibate for six months. No girls. No sex. Nothing. Not even flirting. I'm willing to put in $20 and switching my shift on Fridays to yours on Saturdays."

I take his hand. "Fine. I'm willing to take that bet. No sex. No nothing."

"I bet your going to be so desperate, you'll go homosexual on me."

"I doubt that will happen."

At the back of my throat, I could feel the acrid taste in my mouth. The dream suddenly came to my mind. We finish sweeping the aisle before walking over to retrieve the mops. "Excuse me, could you tell me where the soda is? I just moved here and the layout of this store is a little different from mine."

I look up. I thought I choked on saliva for a second. The golden colored locks, the blue eyes, even the familiar trace of lavender brewed in my nostrils. I had to clear my throat in order to speak up. "Yeah, it's in aisle 9 next to the chips." I felt like a moron at this point, "Where did you move from?"

"Let's just say it's a really small town. Nothing compared to this. I used to live here but I moved when I very young. I'm Naruto by the way."

"Sasuke Uchiha" I offer my hand to shake. He takes it. I swear I felt a bead of sweat drip down my cheek.

"Thanks for the help. See you around."

I watch him leave, mind scrambled and thoughts twisting. "Speaking of homosexual," Kiba says as he sneaks up behind me. "Did you get a number?"

"Blow me, you ass," I say, punching his shoulder.

"I'm sorry. Maybe after graduation I can fix you up. You're just going to have to wait until then though."

I smile, though I could feel how fake and plastered it was. I didn't understand. Why was this bothering me so much. I normally didn't let things like this affect me as bad. But this… this was different. Whatever, I thought to myself. This will be over in two weeks. I'll be back to woman, have the Friday shift instead of wallowing my time here all day Saturday, and wow I sound so cheesy right now. I've been around Kiba too much.

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"Dude, how have you been doing this for six months? Are you insane?"

It had only been one week and already my integrity was beginning to diminish. My rock-solid stamina was faltering. I had been waking up every morning with the worst hard-on. It was bad enough this morning to where I had to wear a sweatshirt long enough to cover my crotch and loose-fitting clothes.

"I told you it's bad. You've got seven weeks left. I've got two months. I'll remind you again; it's hard."

"I can't even talk to girls without flirty words coming out. I've been able to say anything to the last girl I was with. I had to find my 'fat jeans' to wear this morning."

"You have a pair of fat jeans? Are you turning into Sasukina on me?"

"Lick my ass dude. I'm losing it." I didn't realize my sex drive was as high as it was. I felt beads of sweat drip down my head when Sakura walked by me. Sakura Haruno. That woman pisses me off more than corny Axe commercials. What made it worse? The dreams were becoming more vivid, more explicit, and more bisexual. I found myself being turned on by a men's underwear ad in a magazine. I had to be losing my mind. "How do you control it?"

"Remind myself that I've got seven more months, work hard on things that need to get done, and just go about my day like nothing was wrong. The hard part, besides you, is the weekend. I have to find excuses to keep my mind off it. The weekends are the hardest part, once again besides you."

I glare at him. "Not funny."

"You're right… it's hilarious."

The bell rings to start first period. "All right class. We have a new student joining us from… a really small city. Naruto Uzumaki."

I look up see him. Now this boner would never go away. I was begging that he wouldn't have to sit next to me. "Why don't you take a seat next to Sasuke Uchiha?" Awe fuck.

Naruto walks back in my direction. I only just noticed how he was dressed. An old Metallica t-shirt, ripped jeans, and red Converse sneakers with an arm band and jelly bracelets on his wrists as well as a silver chain around his neck. "Hey. I met you at the store."

"Yeah," I say, not realizing my voice might have come up a bit sharper than I had intended. "You find your way around yet?"

"Not exactly. I got lose twice yesterday. I'm still trying to figure out everything."

"Well if you ever need my help, here's my number. Just text me."

Naruto smiles at me and looks back at Kiba, who's staring at him. "Hey," he says.

"Are you aware you look like an emo girl?"

"I've been told."

"Just letting you know."

Naruto looks back at me. "He's not usually an ass to people. He's actually an ok guy when he's not dropping it." I glare at him, seeing a smile creep up on his arrogant face.

"Made a bet and he's winning?'
"You could say that," Kiba says with an acute tone.

"Let me guess; it's a sex kind of bet isn't it?"

I raise my eyebrows. "Was it that obvious?"

"Judging by the way you dress and by how this school comes off as being, I'm going to guess you get around fairly well. Now either one of you or both of you are celibate for some other odd reason and you bet the other he couldn't last a certain amount of time without it. Either that or who can get the most."

"The first one."

"I thought so."

Kiba started loosening up around him, which was an improvement from his attitude before. "So what about you? You've ever gotten any?"

Naruto suddenly looks nervous. "Not exactly."

"You a virgin?"

"That's not the case either."

He was starting to look somewhat uncomfortable. "You gay?" That hit the nail right on the money. I could tell from the pink tone in his cheeks. "Hey it's cool man," Kiba says to him.

"Most guys stop talking to me when they find out."

"Naw it's cool."

Naruto smiles, the pink tone drifting from his cheeks. "That's kind of reassuring."

Kiba seemed genuine to me at this point. At least I hoped so.

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The final bell rings at the end of the day. I decide to wait after school for a while and try to calm myself in the bathroom. Once I knew I could walk out without making a mess in my jeans, I see Naruto in the cafeteria. "Hey, what're you doing here?"

Naruto looks over at with and grins. "Waiting for my social worker to come get me."

"Social worker?"

"Dead parents."

"Bummer man."

"It's not as bad as it seems. I've had to get used to it. My mom died giving birth to me and my father died on the way to the hospital. Since they were an only child in their families and I had no other living relatives, I became a ward of the state. I met Iruka. He adopted me technically I guess but I didn't have to live with him. I was able to live on my own. But I'm not able to get my license for a while."

"Need a ride?"

"You serious?"

"Yeah, I was just on my way out. I just needed to do something."

"Thanks man." Naruto stands to his feet, grabbing his bag. I didn't mean to, but I let my eyes wander a bit and observe him. He had a narrow build, but somehow his arms and legs appeared strong in a slender sort of way. He had three straight-line marks on his cheeks, giving him a cat-like appearance. His eyes were the bluest I've ever seen. They were like the clear, open ocean. Honestly the prettiest eyes I'd ever seen. I could see cartoon drawings on his shoes and the slightest bit of eyeliner around his eyes. "You need to know where I live?"

I snap back to reality. "Yeah. Sorry. A bit distracted." I tried to appear indifferent. I knew it wasn't working around him though. He seemed to be a person it would be hard to get things by because you wanted to be honest to him.

"I live in the apartment complex downtown. I can't remember the name but I know what it looks like."

"That's reassuring."

Naruto laughs nervously. "Not exactly."

We walk out the back doors to the parking. "So why did you move back here?"

"Wanted to be close to Iruka. Plus the small town feel was starting to become a complete bore. I kept getting in trouble for sneaking off." Naruto smiles, his eyes looking guilty. "Old boyfriend."

"Your first?"

Naruto blushes. "Last actually."

"So you do whore yourself out as much as you let on in class?"

Again, he blushes. "Maybe, maybe not."

I laugh as I unlock the car. "You're not going to let me know, are you?"

"Most likely no. I like to keep the mystery alive while I shamelessly flirt."

"But I can guess you've gotten around right?"

"All right, I'll give you that much. I'm a bit of an uke."

"Uke?"

"You've never heard of uke or seme? You must be popular. Most everyone in the outsiders know the terms for that. We have labels to fit."

I pull out of the parking lot, still intently listening to him. His voice, though somewhat overly youthful and energetic, was just appealing to my ears. Euphonious, I guess you could describe it. I hated using that word to describe men. The whole thought of being attracted to another male seemed impossible. I had to ignore the thought for now. "So what are you?"

"A flamboyant uke."

"Uh…"

"I'm gay. I'm obviously gay at times and I'm also a shameless turn on to dominance. Most men like the flamboyant gay guy so they like the flamboyant uke. It's odd I know but I guess it's helped me get more than what I deserve."

"How many exactly?"

"Upwards of 10."

"Damn."

"Don't tell me you don't get around with a body like yours." I could see his cheeks turn pink after that. At least I knew that the attraction, if there was any, was mutual.

"I've been around the block a couple times."

"I'm going to assume more than that. Probably upwards of 20, some you don't even remember."

Now I was the one blushing. I didn't like to seem like a whore around him. I wanted to seem experienced, but not completely sexually charged.

"14."

"You've been with 14 guys? Man."

"No, 13 guys and 1 girl. She's the reason I figured out I wasn't into girls."

"Harsh."

"Not really. Drunk is more the appropriate word. Unfortunate part is she was my first and last girl I ever had sex with. I was 14. We'd been at a party. I was wasted drunk. She was sober. She took me upstairs, took off mine and her clothes, got on top, and tried to do it but I just didn't like it for find it appealing. Plus she smelled horrid."

I started laughing. "That sucks."

"A bit but it's funny to laugh about now when I tell it. So what about you?"

"26."

"Slut," he says in a teasing manner.
"I know. Worst part is I started at 15. She was a senior. My friend, Kiba, made a bet that I couldn't get her. He ended up losing the bet and his ex-girlfriend. I ended up getting laid for the first time by a senior and, since then, had no problem charming my way through girls. I hate admitting that though."

"That you use girls?"

I felt sully and depressed. "Yeah."

] "That's my place."

I pull over on the curb to the huge apartment complex in the downtown area. It was wood, about 6 stories with huge windows and a glass door. I was guessing it was all for show for how crappy the apartments actually were. "Thanks again for the ride home. You want to come in for a bit? I've got pop now," he says with a smile.

I think about it for a bit. "Sure, why not?"

"Great," he says eagerly.

I park the car, grab my keys, and decide to leave my book bag in the trunk. I follow Naruto through the door, up the elevator to the fourth floor, and into his apartment. Kiba wasn't going to believe this.