Prologue

"Fuck." The word was whispered into the dark as tan fingers gripped tightly at soft, cotton sheets. A gasp echoed through the quiet as a lithe body moved erratically against the firm mattress beneath it, squeaks and groans escaping the springs of the old furniture. Legs clambered, trying to find lodging. Strong muscles moved under golden skin as arms grasped a feather pillow beneath a warm chest. Soft gasps continued to be emitted, only to be swallowed by the oppressive darkness.

Suddenly all movement ceased as lids burst back exposing electric blue eyes filled with sleep. Naruto looked around for a moment before untangling one of his hands from the bed sheets and bringing it to his face, rubbing it violently, attempting to wake up. He turned over onto his back, his hand still over his face, and looked down his body. His eyes stared at the large bulge protruding from between his hips and he groaned.

"Fuck. Not again," he groaned as his head flopped back against the same pillow he had been holding onto only moments ago. His mind flooded with images of the dream he had been lost in when his erotic behavior had occurred. A hand lifted to run through slightly sweaty blonde bangs as a deep sigh burst from the boy's lips in frustration.

For the last two months, Naruto had been waking up at least twice a week, covered in sweat and painfully hard. He liked to think that the images that occurred behind his closed lids were just dreams, but lately it was harder and harder to deny the feelings that lay underneath. Naruto had also spent a long time blaming the images on his teenage hormones, which according to his guardian Jaraiya, was something that he was going to have to get used to.

Naruto groaned again before bringing the pillow around to cover his face as he mumbled a string of violent words that would've made even a truck driver stop and stare. It was bad enough that these dreams had become a recurring thing, but what was worst was that school had started again and now Naruto was forced to see the object of his vivid dreams every day. This isn't fair. Naruto thought, a thought that had continued to play through his head since the dreams had gotten even more detailed.

An image ran through his mind, pale legs spread in front of him as he leaned forward and slipped… No! Naruto shouted in his mind as he sat straight up and covered his twitching erection with the soft pillow. He mumbled another string of curses under his breath before jumping out of bed and walking to the adjoining bathroom. His hand traveled blindly over the smooth wall before catching the switch and flipping it, illuminating the room. Naruto groaned again and blinked the white dots from his vision from the sudden light.

He walked to the shower and turned the knob so that the water would come out cool, hopefully helping with his problem. However, after standing under the water for several minutes it was quite obvious that the water wasn't going to help after all. Another loud sigh escaped in frustration as a tan hand traveled down a chiseled chest and toned stomach. Naruto gave one last mumble of frustration before the hand wrapped tightly around his ever growing erection. I can't believe I have to resort to this again. Naruto leaned against the wall as his hand began to move slowly.

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Sasuke looked out the window in his room at the sliver of silver moon shining in the sky. A light breeze blew threw the window, tousling black, glossy bangs against a pale cheek. A puff of air was let out and momentarily brushed against the window pane, becoming fogged. Sasuke lifted his hand and rubbed at the small obstruction of view before letting his hand fall back into his lap. His forehead fell forward and rested against the cool glass as his mind continued to plague him with images of a bubbling blonde. The raven groaned as he felt a small reaction in his body to the thought of the blonde as he brushed his bangs away from his face.

After waking from a rather disturbing dream that featured one Uchiha Sasuke and his denial of feelings, the raven had slipped from his rather large bed and walked to the cushioned window seat. There he sat, his knees drawn to his chest and his head resting against the wall behind him, plagued by the continuous reel of images that he couldn't, for the life of him, figure out how to stop.

A heavy sigh was lifted from his chest as he swung his feet around and braced his hands on the edge of the sill before standing up on slightly wobbly legs. He shuffled quickly and quietly to his night table and looked at the time. The red numbers blinked 5:25. Only a half hour until he's supposed to be up anyway. He went to his closet and grabbed some clothes for the day and then headed into the large, adjoining bathroom, turning the water on and slipping out of his boxers and t-shirt. He stepped under the water, hoping it could wash away his thoughts. Instead, it offered more images, images of a bare tan back with water running down in rivulets. A groan bounced off the walls of the shower stall as Sasuke slammed his head against the wall. When will this end?! He screamed in his head as he grabbed a bar of soap, ignoring his obvious arousal, and scrubbing his body, trying to rid himself of the haunting images.