This story is dedicated to NaruGaaFan who inspired me enough to come up with this idea. This is also going to be dedicated to one of my friends since this (almost) same situation happened to her a few years back.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, the tv shows and all the characters pertaining to the show belong to Masashi Kishimoto, not me. I am not doing this for profit, or any other type of gain other than the pleasure of writing with his awesome characters.

I gasped, rocking back, my body tingling with delight and ecstasy. The blonde was hovering over me, rocking his hips against me, angling his cock to penetrate my tight ass more deeply. I let my head fall back, my eyes closed, my body moving with the jock's in perfect unison. I loved and hated these nights, never sure if I should stop this or if I should beg for it more often.

We were good together, in bed, never missing a beat, knowing when the other wanted to change position, climaxing at about the same time so neither of us was left having to work more for the other. It was a little creepy how well we can work together but it helps when one of us just want a quickie. The jock breathed against my neck and I moaned with delight as he bit me. I felt my skin bruise, I knew the moment when his sharp teeth pierced my flesh, and I climaxed with a burst of cum upon my stomach. He didn't stop and I didn't want him to.

We kept going, for hours, only taking piss breaks when his cock felt like it was about to fall off. He told me once that he never had sex so much except when he was with me. It had made me feel special.

He kissed me gently, the last orgasm probably being our last for the night. I kissed him back longingly, knowing I wouldn't be able to receive affection from him for a while. Sometimes I really hate that he needed to keep our relationship in the dark but I understood, it wouldn't do for the star soccer player to be found with a lanky dork like me.

I looked into his blue eyes, felt his soft (yet sweaty) blonde hair beneath my fingertips, touched his toned and tanned body and I wondered why he was with me. I knew he loved me, he told me so every night that we slept together, but I still didn't understand why.

I was so naïve back then…

We lay together for a while before he whispered that he had to leave. I didn't want him to go, I wanted him to stay with me forever—no matter how girly that may sound—but he insisted, like he always does, telling me that his girlfriend, Jenny was waiting for him, and he left in his shiny car—waving goodbye by sticking his arm out his window.

I walked back into my house, holding the robe more tightly to my body. My sister looked at me, just looked, nothing on her once pretty face. She had said it all before, I had heard it all before, and it hadn't made a difference so she no longer tried.

I turned my back on her and walked defiantly into my room, knowing she would go to bed soon.

School was rough, like always. The jocks picked on me, the nerds laughed at me; no one was on my side so I was forced to be alone. I guess you can blame it on the way I look; pale skin, lanky body, creepy pupiless sea-foam green eyes, and bright red hair that will never be tamed. My clothes for today were a pair of faded jeans and a long sleeved shirt that was red and black with stripes running up and down it's length. My love once told me that I look great in that shirt.

I sighed dejectedly and looked at Sasuke who was reading another roman novel. For a guy who is absolutely not gay he sure did some gay things.

"Yo," he didn't look up from his book and I pulled out my sketchbook to kill some time before the teacher tried to make us do work.

You see, Sasuke and I were asked to come to this really prestigious school because we were so smart, they pay for us to be here, and we make their test scores and teachers all look really good. Otherwise I would be too poor and Sasuke told me that he would go to whatever school I did hence the reason why we are here.

The class dragged for hours, taking away time from my life like no other class could. Sasuke would hardly talk to me but that was because his really successful brother was visiting and—with his presence alone—Itachi was rubbing it in his face that he had gotten away with stealing their families fortune.

That's what his dad gets for forcing him to go to law school…

I was shaking again, and I didn't know why. My hands, I couldn't draw and it was really pissing me off. I wanted to draw, drawing would help to calm me while I was being stressed but nothing was working to stop the shaking. I almost screamed in frustration but Sasuke showed up just in time to tell me to calm down. My shaking didn't stop but he broke out of his shell long enough to keep me from attracting attention from the jocks lest they decide to beat up on me once more. They hadn't in while, ever since Sasuke and I…

I took deep breaths and willed myself to stop shaking and, to my utter relief, my hands slowly began to still.

"That's, what, the third time this week? You need to see a doctor, Gaara, they're getting worse."

"I don't have that kinda money, you know that… Besides Temari would just have another fit and this time she may not come back from the institute."

"Yeah yeah, okay, maybe I can get Itachi to…"

"I would never ask you to request a favor from Itachi." Sasuke looked at me with huge onyx eyes and I knew right now that, if it wasn't for my blonde jock, that I could have loved him. "I'll find a way on my own."

"Thank you…"

He visited me again, sooner then even I expected. The tapping on my window had inwardly frightened me but I hadn't shown any signs of it on the outside. Years of being bullied and pushed around had taught me how to be really cold, not to mention never really getting any affection from anyone. The flash of a smile made me cringe, but I slapped the memory down and stood from my bed.

I opened my window and let him in and he kissed me the moment he could. I allowed his mouth to play with mine, tongues swirling and dancing like partners who had known each other for years. I tasted alcohol on his breath and became slightly annoyed.

"You know I do not like doing this when you are drunk." I stated and he grunted at me, sitting on my bed and kicking off his shoes haphazardly. They bounced off my wall and I frowned at the scuffmark there.

"Can ya make an exception? Just this once?" his innocent cerulean eyes looked imploringly at me and I couldn't say no.

He began to take off his clothes, stumbling in his drunken state. I helped him, removing his clothing and folding them with care. He had laughed at me once—a long time ago—when I had stopped all moves and folded our clothes and I had told him that I had been looking after myself since I was five years old, I didn't have a choice but to be cleanly.

"That's not enough of a reason, there has to be something else."

I was reluctant to tell him, for that would mean opening up to him, to anyone for the first time and I wasn't even sure if this would become more than a couple of sick thrills for the supposedly straight jock.

"Come on, you can trust me."

"My father…he used to beat me if I didn't act perfect." There, it was off my chest and now I would see how much I could trust him. If news got around that I have an abusive father then I would never talk to him again. No matter how much it would hurt for leaving someone I knew I could love.

Once he was naked I removed my clothes; teasing him by taking my time and giving him glimpses of what would soon be his. I know how horny he gets when he's drunk and I know all the right things to tease him; seeing as he'd told me everything he liked.

It was wonderful because we could be completely open about all our sexual desires and we were both really up to whatever the other had to dish out.

He pulled me on top of him, kissing me sloppily. I did not really enjoy it but I endured for him. My jock ran his hands all over my body, his grip rough, his touch bruising. But that was something I did not mind the alcohol inducing.

I moaned when he touched me in the privates, pushing myself more firmly upon him with a gentle twist of my hips. He groaned when I touched him, craving just my gentle hand that cooled his burning skin. I was not even close to his genitals but he moaned like I was stroking him.

I ground into his hand, suddenly wanting a release badly. He complied, knowing my insane libido and I had a feeling he would be hoping that he could satisfy me before he passes out.

My cum sprayed on his chest thickly, globing down and collecting in a grove made by his hip. I watched that gloopy material and let my orgasm make my head rush. He flipped me onto my back, feeling my hands running all over him. I had yet to touch him intimately, still nervous even after all this time. He grabbed my hand and led it to him, needing my help to stay hard when this drunk. He wouldn't have a problem when he got inside me but now it would be difficult.

I noticed he hadn't wiped away my cum.

But then he scooped it up and used it as lubricant, coating his fingers quickly. He shoved his finger inside of me, causing me to gasp with ecstasy, my body already knowing what was to come and squeezing him with excitement. He moved it roughly, stretching me with one finger alone. He hadn't touched me in a while but I was so hard that it was twitching with my pulse, making it harder and harder to control myself. My jock began to move his finger more quickly, causing me to get louder without any control on my part. His mouth kissed the inside of my thighs, and caused me to shiver violently. I almost came again when his mouth took in the head of my cock and I groaned loudly, gasping for air as my body wound itself higher. His finger was moving rapidly now, his mouth slipping wetly up and down in time with his finger's thrusts. I was making an excessive amount of noises, knowing he loved to hear my voice like this and knowing my siblings wouldn't say anything.

He suddenly stopped, freezing upon me, looking at me with something glinting in his eyes that I couldn't decipher with his mouth wrapped around my cock.

"You look beautiful…"

I stared at him in confusion, not understanding why he would stop to tell me this. My cock was still throbbing; my ass tightening and loosening, trying to bring his finger into me once more. My body was hot, burning even though I knew my hands were still cold. They were always so cold…

"Thank you," I said, and gently ran my fingers through his gorgeous yellow hair—not blonde, many would think that I was mistaken but I know blonde, and I know the color yellow, and his hair is yellow.

He lifted his chin, brining my fingers deeper into his hair and making him almost purr. I noticed the whisker-like scars on his cheeks and touched them gently with my other hand.

My kitsune, my jock, my love.

He gently moved his finger into me and then he added another, stretching me once more. I moaned, moving my hips, slamming his fingers deeply inside of me. He stopped his fingers and let me ride him, watching me and I felt myself stir even more at this attention. My hands went up and grabbed my headboard for support, slamming myself down on his fingers and grinding haphazardly, the whole time watching him watch me. I was surprisingly kinky when I wanted to be.

He pulled his fingers out, placing his cock at my entrance. I whimpered when he took his cock and teased my entrance, rubbing it up and down, dipping in gently but not fully penetrating me. I growled suddenly, pissed that he was keeping me at the edge for so long and not letting me release. He chuckled and pushed inside of me slowly, trying not to tear me to the best of his ability.

When I adjusted and started getting impatient once more, he pounded into me, his drunken mind foggy and I knew he was having a hard time keeping up a pace that would satisfy the both of us just a few minutes into it. I pushed him off of me, stopping reluctantly. He rolled onto my bed, letting me crawl on top of him. I licked the inside of his thighs, biting and sucking on his skin as I made my way to his cock.

I licked it gently, my eyes focused on his lidded cerulean. I knew he wanted sex but he would never protest a blowjob. My hands ran over his body as my mouth gently took his head in between my lips. I moaned to send vibrations down his shaft and he moaned with me. I licked as I sucked, going farther and farther down on his shaft, taking more and more into my mouth until my lips were pressing against golden pubes. I hummed a tune my sister used to sing to me before bed each night and went down on him; bring him very close to climax before pulling off of him and positioning my ass over his cock. He grabbed my hips, his face undecipherable as he watched me impale myself on his cock. I rode him harshly; setting a brutal pace that he matched with me and throwing my head back with ecstasy.

Normally I never quit, it was always him who told me he could not longer fuck. But this time was different, the alcohol inhibited his senses and pain was far from his mind as we fucked for about four hours straight. I came in a torrent, my cum landing on his stomach, and I felt him release inside of me, pulling me as close to his body as he possibly could to force his cum inside of me as far as possible.

He was gasping for breath, falling out of me softer than I had ever seen. His cock was now an angry red, and would be sore for about a day. I lay on my side, wincing when my ass twitched with pain; I would be sore too.

He held me close, kissing the top of my sweaty head gently and I listened as he fell asleep. I felt my eyelids grow heavy but did not dare to sleep.

My jock snapped awake about an hour later, knowing I had never nodded off like him, the bags under my eyes attesting to that. "Why don't you sleep?"

"I'm…afraid."

"Of what?"

"My dreams…"