I do not own Naruto. - For any dipshits who might think otherwise.

This story is rated M, for language and sexual content and it does contain quite a bit of graphic boy love...between two boys.

If you have a problem with that, or happen to have the maturity level of an eight year old, don't read this. With that warning given, I take no responsibility for any mental scarring you may receive. Besides, if you can't handle this, grow up.


Growing Into Love

by Insane Vampire Maru

Heated flesh, flush and dampened by beads of sweat, cooled at the contact of something soft and gentle. The sensation of coolness lasted but a fleeting second before quickly replaced by a scorching flame. Pale, alabaster fingers cooled hot flesh on contact, only to leave trails of fire behind as they smoothed over tanned skin, flushed slightly pink, as though from fever. The tanned, heated body arched to the touch of those pale fingers desperately, writhing in agitation whenever the touch fleeted or hesitated. A passionate moan, filled with hunger and want rose from the tanned figure, persuading the other into more than just light, teasing touches. Beautiful white flesh moved against earthly dark skin as the pale figure pushed itself down against it's willing captive, eliciting excited moans from both forms. The two bodies moved against each other sensually, and soon, the air grew thick and heavy. Harsh breaths sounded, gasping and panting in desperate need. Friction between the two bodies caused flesh to grow more heated; minds grew hazy and unfocused as ragged breath became even more uneven, almost choking. Flesh pushed up against flesh in sudden hurried and anxious passion, driven by a forceful and unconcealed need...

He woke with a start, his eyes wide and unfocused as he was thrown into consciousness. His mind came immediately to sharp, clear attention and he took quick notice of his short breath and clammy, sweating body. He was so very hot. A wavering, hoarse groan fell from his lips as he quickly worked to kick his blankets off of himself. Most of them had already been tossed off in his sleep, but he sighed in relief none-the-less, when his fevered flesh was met with cool air. He closed his eyes for a moment, relishing in the feel of his skin cooling down, though he didn't much enjoy the way his clothes stuck to him. An effect of the cooling sweat. He felt gross. Not only was he drenched in sweat, but he noticed with an uncomfortable shift of his hips, that he had a rather prominent arousal. It was all because of that damn dream. His mind fluttered meekly to remaining remnants of the dream, but he quickly shook himself of it. He knew what happened when he dwelled too much on those twisted fantasies that his mind dreamed up. He touched himself. As if that wasn't disgusting enough, he always got off to the image of one particular person. One particular smart ass, smug, annoying-as-all-hell person. He couldn't stand it! He let out a soft sigh of frustration and opened his eyes again, finding them clear and focused. For the first time since his startled waking, he noticed how dark his room was. He peered out of his window just beside his bed, only to notice that stars littered an ebony sky and a full moon shone brightly, washing his room in a dim light, filled with shadows. He groaned and placed a hand over his eyes. It wasn't even morning yet. He was now wide awake and there was absolutely no way he could get back to sleep.

"Not with this boner..." he mumbled dejectedly to himself.

After a few attempts at sleep, all of which were completely in vain, he finally decided to give up. Luckily, the hours of restlessness had caused his arousal to die down, quite literally. He quickly came to the conclusion that a walk and fresh air were exactly what he needed. He got up and searched around for clean clothing and his usual orange and black jacket. He didn't bother with a shower, despite how grimy he felt. He didn't plan on being around anyone and would be back at his place before morning to wash. What did it matter if he smelled a little like sweat?

He hurried out of his small apartment, not bothering to lock the door behind him, as he swiftly ran out into the night. He felt the chill of the night air biting at his face as he rushed through the empty city streets at speeds only someone in his profession could accomplish. It felt good, especially after having been so fevered only minutes before. The air numbed his face and his fingertips as he ran. Considering it was early December, this was normal of course. After a few hours of running, he finally left the silent village behind, slowing to a jogging pace as he found himself surrounded by trees and bushes. He noted that he was on the route to the training grounds he used so frequently. The forest was quiet, serene, but unlike the village, the forest held no prospect of human presence. He liked that. It meant that he could be alone with his thoughts, think things through, without the worry of someone hearing him, or seeing the emotions that were bound to cross Naruto's face. He sighed softly as he wound down a man-made path, throwing his head back to stare at the canopy of branches and leaves, that barely concealed the dark night sky.

How had he gotten himself into this mess? He knew when it had started. The night of his eighteenth birthday. It had been a particularly wild night in his opinion. He had turned eighteen, the legal age to be considered a grown man, yet he still wasn't able to drink legally. That didn't stop his friends. With the help of his very own sensei (Though this didn't surprise him in the least), they had thrown a little party. A party that happened to contained numerous amounts of alcohol. Being the irresponsible dolt that he was, he didn't have any objections about the alcohol. In fact, he embraced it. By the end of that night, he'd thought he had consumed enough alcohol to put an elephant down for a good month or two. He had felt miserable, and regretted ever drinking anything, though there had been one aspect of the party that he had never looked back on with distaste.

He smiled softly to himself as he thought back on a particular someone that night. The party had died down, and most everyone was smashed, ready to leave and retreat to their own homes. But, one pale figure, cheeks flushed pink with color, did not leave with them. He'd gotten piss faced, just like the rest, and as everyone started to file out of the little apartment, he instead wobbled his way over to the birthday boy. Lost of his usual grace and stoic demeanor, he staggered to a blond, who was sitting in the corner of his living room, looking a little green and incredibly nauseous. The pale boy kneeled down in front of the blond and smiled at him. It was a quirky smile, lazy and good natured, the likes of which had never appeared on his lips before. It was enough to surprise the blond and drive down his nausea. He watched, as the pale boy stuck his tongue out at him, eyes closing in something of an imitation of the blond's usual fox-grin. He then spoke, and his voice was warm and slurred, so unlike his normal cold and indifferent tone. "Hey...idiot...I have a present...for you...". He'd been curious as to what the present had been, but before he could have given the drunken pale boy the chance to give him said present, he had lurched to his feet and run for the restroom. He'd spent a good amount of time in the bathroom, and when he finally did return to the living room, he found it empty.

He blinked his eyes open and sighed as he looked around himself, finding that he was close to reaching the training grounds. That birthday of his had been only two weeks ago, and whenever he asked his rival about the present, the boy always proposed that he had no clue what he was talking about. He let the subject drop after a bit. After all, he didn't much care about anything that his rival had to give him, not to mention the fact that, on the night of his birthday, a much more important event occurred. He'd had a dream. A dream that woke him in a hot, sweaty, and not to mention very aroused state. He'd been having that dream for two weeks now, every night since his birthday. Ever since he'd gotten drunk, and seen that rare, quirky little smile on the pale boy's face. He glowered suddenly as he turned eyes to the ground, shuffling along moodily, kicking up dirt in the process.

"It's all fucking Sasuke's fault..." he sighed in clear distaste.

He looked up as he came to a clearing, but before he had a chance to step into the clearing, he took notice that the training grounds weren't as devoid of people as he had hoped it would be. He quickly jumped out of view, behind the closest tree trunk to him. He closed his eyes for a moment, hoping he'd been at least discrete enough as to not catch the other's attention. After a moment of holding his breath and standing as stiff as a board, he figured that his presence hadn't been noticed. He could hear small grunts and impact sounds as the other in the training grounds continued his activities. He relaxed and let out a soft sigh, peeking out from behind the tree carefully to spare a glance at the training boy. A lean, slim figure threw itself at a tree. The bark had already torn and ripped away in one large spot, leaving only a light beige color, which was hurriedly being torn away as well. The figure threw weapons of all sorts at the opposing tree, metal clashing against the wood, and he would often stop to kick and punch at the solid trunk, leaving behind deep indentations within the trunk. The blond's gaze locked onto this boy, who was obviously taking some form of frustration out on the defenseless tree. His lips parted a bit as he watched the frustrated figure with growing fascination. The boy was panting, chest heaving heavily, his whole body moving with the force of it, even in the seconds that he stood still. Dark lashes were lowered in anger, concentration and clear frustration as the boy continued to bash all hell out of the tree before him. Sweat rolled down pale skin, almost glowing in the translucent moonlight. Even in the dark, the blond's eyes caught the sight of a trailing sweat drop, licking his lips almost hungrily, as he watched it slip down a pale neck, twisting to the curves of muscle, only to disappear into the boy's already sweat soaked shirt collar. The blond's eyelids suddenly lowered as he felt a familiar longing. A heat rushed up from deep down in his belly, only to sweep his whole body in a fevered warmth. Hot breath forced itself from his parted lips in a lusting sigh as his grip suddenly tightened on the tree he stood behind. His jaw tensed at the force of the heat that burned at every inch of his body, blocking out the cold of the surrounding night air. The sudden feeling had actually blinded him for a moment, and when his eyes did focus, he found himself staring into the eyes of the other boy. Apparently, his presence had been acknowledged. The blond gazed into dark, intense eyes, filled with a fury that just about made his knees buckle underneath him. The pale boy's gaze softened a bit, and when he spoke, worry made itself apparent.

"Naruto?...Are you alright?" the pale boy asked, though his tone quickly caught on an edge of annoyance. "How long have you been out here?...You've probably caught a cold, dumbass."

Naruto could barely register the words that the other spoke. Simply the sound of his voice made him feel weak, made the fire in his belly grow stronger. Naruto let out a sound, not unlike the whimper of a small animal and suddenly fell to his knees, hands clutching at his stomach.

"S-sasuke..." his voice came out in a whisper, heavy, as though he'd taken part in some tiring physical activity.

Sasuke was instantly at Naruto's side, kneeling beside him, worry etched onto his features.

"Hey, idiot, what the hell.."

Before Sasuke could say another thing, Naruto looked up at him with a need so raw and desperate that it forced a gasp from Sasuke. Naruto's skin felt as though it were burning from his bone. He couldn't take it anymore. And when he looked up to see Sasuke so near, a new wave of flames erupted from deep in his belly, sending a long, wanting moan past his lips. He gazed at Sasuke needily, begging with his eyes for Sasuke to understand what he was going through. That he needed help. He needed something to cool him down. Yes, he needed something cool and chilling. His eyes roamed over Sasuke's form, his cool nature, his white, almost snow-like skin and a moan fell from his lips. He needed Sasuke. Naruto quickly reached out, paying no mind to Sasuke's look of bewilderment as he took a hold of Sasuke's hands and swiftly forced Sasuke's hands underneath the cloth of his jacket and shirt. Considering how hot and sweaty Sasuke was himself, his touch should have been warm and dissatisfying to Naruto, but as soon as Sasuke's fingers pressed against Naruto's flesh, a light, cool breeze seemed to sweep over Naruto. Naruto moaned loudly, without restraint as he hurriedly climbed onto Sasuke's lap and forced Sasuke's hands up further along his skin, causing Naruto's shirt and jacket to ride up.

"Nnee...Sasuke...Touch me...It feels...so good..."

Sasuke's eyes were practically the size of dinner plates as he heard Naruto say this, and watched in frozen shock as Naruto forced Sasuke's palms over a tanned chest that felt as though it was hot with fever. Sasuke swallowed hard, regaining his senses all too quickly for Naruto's liking. Sasuke pulled his hands out of Naruto's grasp forcefully and pushed Naruto's shirt down. The man was obviously delirious with a fever. Naruto let out an almost pained sound as he lost skin contact with Sasuke. The parts of skin, where Sasuke had touched, burned even more fiercely than the rest of Naruto's body. It was too much for Naruto to handle. He felt as though he were roasting alive. Tears suddenly streamed down his cheeks as he leaned forward, clawing at Sasuke's shirt desperately, his body trembling violently.

"Ah...Sa-sasuke...p-please...it-it hurts...so...much..."

Sasuke gave a sound of annoyance and after a moment, clambered to his feet, forced to pick Naruto up in his arms, considering the man refused to let go of him. He looked down at Naruto, taking notice of how flushed his skin seemed, and how his face was contorted in what seemed to be pain and want. He gave a small sigh.

"Dumbass. You've gone and gotten a fever. I should just leave you here." Sasuke stated coldly, though he wasn't sure Naruto could even hear him anymore. Naruto was now trembling terribly and gave off constant, uncontrollable whimpers.

Sasuke gave a sound of irritation as he dashed away from the training ground, leaving behind any belongings he had there. He was already starting to get cold as the rush of cool air swept against his sweat soaked skin and clothes, but it didn't do much to annouy him any further than he already was. As much as he hated to admit it, he couldn't be too mad at the moment, what with his worry over the trembling form in his arms.


Only a first installment. Don't worry. It's not over yet.