Author's Note: I own nothing. Don't sue and all that jazz. This is my own story; I wrote it about three months ago and decided to put it up on Fanfiction. Please, constructive criticism only. I don't mind if you point out errors, but don't bash my story. There are going to be multiple chapters, and at the end of each I'll explain any Japanese words out of the normal that are used.
Finally, some peace and quiet. With a hand ran through his dark hair, the sharingan-eyed ninja laid on his futon and closed his eyes. There were so many things on his mind – The girls vying for his attention, the training he had to go through, to get stronger, his brother's presence… So much to deal with, but Sasuke knew he would get through it. If only the one who he truly wanted some attention from would pay more attention to him. Hell, to the entire world around him. The Nine-tailed fox, his rival, his match, the one he felt could live up to expectations… Was a dunce. Sasuke knew that would never change, but he didn't want to change him.
A quiet sigh brought relief to his lungs as he tried to think. Knowing that the blonde ninja was oblivious to his feelings was a comfort; He didn't need the blonde to blab to everyone that the Uchiha heir wasn't completely cold-hearted.
Shifting his weight on the bed, Sasuke laid on his stomach to try to get some sleep. A few particularly rough training sessions with Naruto and he was sore. Not hurt, but sore. His body however, seemed to have other plans as his thoughts wandered. Training this morning hadn't been as rough as usual, with none other than the Fox himself. He had finally gotten over his incessant catchphrase and had become quite handsome. The blonde was confident and powerful now, especially with his mastery of his vast chakra stores and his drive to become Hokage.
"Damnit…" Sasuke breathed out, trying to ignore the usual reaction that his body gave to thoughts of Naruto. There was plenty special about him, but he wanted a lover who would be a match for him, not someone to dominate over. Well, maybe dominate over, but not someone who would just roll over and take it. Naruto certainly would be a match, the only one he deemed worthy of his attentions. With nearly ten minutes of tossing and turning yielding no results to calm his arousal, he growled before resting against the futon, looking at the ceiling. This wouldn't go away without some attention.
Glancing to the door to make sure it was shut, he closed his eyes before unbuttoning his pants, pulling the material down with his boxers to puddle at the end of his bed. Another sigh was given at the relief of releasing his confined erection, one hand grasping the base and stroking upwards. It wasn't hard to imagine the blonde being the one to do this to him; His battle-roughened hands grasping the stiff flesh and stroking it to full readiness, usual grin plastered upon his face. A quiet groan was given as the imagined scenario progressed, Naruto stroking his thumb against the tip of his arousal, collecting the dribbling precum and using it to aide in his strokes. Rocking slightly into the movements of his hand, Sasuke felt himself flush as he progressed, the nearly overwhelming feeling of his impending climax making him deaf to the world around him. A low groaning of the blonde's name came as he felt his release warm and sticky against his stomach.
A gasp from the doorway brought him out of his reverie, dark eyes shooting open and glaring at none other than the object of his fantasy; Naruto. Trying to cover his embarrassment with anger, he moved his hand and shifted to sit up while yelling. "Don't you ever knock?! What the hell are you doing in here?!" It was good enough to fool the naive blonde, who gave a conflicting face of hurt and curiosity.
"I was only trying to make sure you were okay! I heard you…" Trailing off, Naruto immediately flushed as he slammed the door. Sasuke heard quick footsteps, then the shutting of another door.
Sighing and flopping back against the bed, Sasuke laid there for a moment before he got up, cleaning his stomach with a towel before pulling on his clothes again. Something needed to be said to Naruto… He could only imagine what was going through the other boy's mind. …How the hell had he gotten here in the first place though? He could've sworn he had locked the door when he came in.
End Notes: I know this was short, but I split the story up in two chapters. Tomorrow I will post the second part, but feel free to review if you liked it. The next part will likely have some more Japanese in it; I've been taking the class for 8 years now, I think I can put it into my stories well.
